#when i listen to it my concentration now goes all the way up

[traumxrei-archive]

when u get this u have to put 5 songs 🎵 u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)✨

(hi em !! i actually answered this as /soon/ as i received it but i let it gather dust in the drafts...as one does. so i hope you don't mind me answering this lateee)

five songs trau actually listens to (and likes !!) :

eutopia, lanzhu zhong — gotta give props to my girl lanzhu for getting me through the Tough Times of my project *sobs* i was legit just listening to this on loop as i reached 4am and finally submitted that pain in the butt jskdfjs (not to mention this song is such a BANGER !!)

knights the phantom thief, knights — oh wow an enstars song /s shhh okay, i have reasoning: as someone who's childhood crush was literally kaito kid, i believe i am Very Normal about phantom thief! knights (izumi sena owes me insurance money bc my heart starts dying when he sings in the chorus)

fragile, laufey — this song is just. so good. i'm going to punch a wall. listen to it ppl, i swear to you !! it's so good !!! i even wrote a fic bc i was listening to it on the bus !! augh laufey's voice actually gives me such butterflies, it's so intimateee

hadaka no yuusha, vaundy — this song...THIS SONG !!! the difference between his light airy falsetto voice in the verses and then his deeper and fuller chest voice/belt in the chorus is so good <33 (also i haven't even watched ousama ranking, but whenever i watch the video i become STRANGELY emotional for no reason ;-; maybe i should watch it)

dancer and the moon, blackmore's night — do you ever just go around on youtube and make a queue of songs based on how pretty the thumbnail is or how interesting the title is ? no ? just me ? bc that's how i found this song !! tavern banger, will get you and your fellow witch friends turnt >:DD

[moonpascal]

VOODOO DOLL II T.N

summary: theo can’t get you out of his head. which could only mean you put a spell on him. or loosely based on a song

warnings: mean theo, language, hurt/comfort l WC 3.4k

authors note: fourth time trying to post this so let’s see how that goes

“She’s not going to magically appear if you keep staring at her table,” Mattheo muttered, irritation clear in his tone. Theo scoffed but kept his gaze fixed on the empty spot at the Gryffindor table.

Theo couldn’t stand you. That’s what he told anyone who would listen—you were too nice, too annoying, and every little thing you did got on his nerves.

The way you helped anyone in need, no matter if they treated you unfairly in the past. How you smiled at everyone and everything. Always in a good mood, when Theo couldn’t fathom why.

“Good morning, guys! Did you finish the Arithmancy homework from yesterday?” Your cheerful voice cut through his thoughts, nearly making him jump. Speak of the devil, he thought bitterly.

Theo rolled his eyes at your question. “Forgot again, or just getting lazier?” he sneered.

But your smile didn’t waver; if anything, it grew brighter. “Actually, I just need help with sections 6 and 8. I stayed up all night and still couldn’t figure them out!”

He couldn’t understand why you always talked to them—why you always acted so friendly with the rivals of your house. Maybe that was another reason he couldn’t stand you; it felt like you were deliberately trying to get under their skin.

“Sucks to be—” Mattheo began, but Theo jabbed his elbow into his side, cutting him off with a sharp look.

“Just here, take my paper,” he grumbled, pulling out his parchment and thrusting it toward you. Your fingers brushed his briefly, and Theo jerked his hand back as a tingling sensation shot through him.

“Thanks, Theodore!” you beamed, practically skipping back to your table, which only irritated Theo more.

“What the hell was that?” Mattheo demanded.

“Fuck if I know. I couldn’t stop myself,” Theo muttered. “I wanted to tell her to piss off and figure it out on her own.” He scowled, shoving his food away, his appetite suddenly gone.

“Maybe she’s got you under some spell, Nott,” Draco chuckled. “Drink anything suspicious lately?”

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Theo snapped, the idea unsettling him. The thought of you having that kind of influence over him was ridiculous.

He could still feel the ghost of your touch, as if you were still caressing his hand, even though you were now back at your table, tongue out in concentration as you scribbled down the answers.

“Don’t get why she didn’t just ask Granger for help,” Lorenzo chimed in, mouth full of food.

“Because Hermione wouldn’t just give her the answers. She’d explain it step by step—which she doesn’t have time for—since it’s her next class,” Theo replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

The boys exchanged knowing smirks. “And how exactly do you know that?” Blaise teased.

Theo realized how that sounded, but before he could defend himself, you reappeared to hand him his paper back.

“You’re a lifesaver, Theodore! I owe you one,” you said, squeezing his bicep in appreciation before heading off to class early as ever.

“Yeah, whatever,” Theo muttered, trying to ignore the lingering warmth of your touch, the burning sensation in his chest, and the rapid beat of his heart whenever you were near.

Once you were out of sight, his heart began to slow, but a different ache settled in. It was almost like he missed you—which was ridiculous. He shook the thought from his mind immediately.

Maybe someone did slip him something; whether it was a prank or an accidental slip-up, he had to get rid of it, and fast.

———

Days passed, and Theo only felt worse. He constantly thought you were nearby, even when he knew you were in a different class on the other side of the school. Your touch was ingrained in his mind, as if he could still feel you. Some days, it felt like you were right next to him, invading his personal space, only for him to see you across the field, chatting with your friends.

His friends were no help when he mentioned it. They just teased him endlessly on having a crush on a Gryffindor, which he quickly shot down.

You were an annoyance. Someone who bugged the hell out of him, and that was it—nothing more.

To make matters worse, you both got paired up in Muggle Studies. A class he took just to piss off his dad was now backfiring spectacularly.

The assignment was to write an essay about what Muggles believed to be ‘witchcraft,’ which seemed simple enough—if only he didn’t have to work with you.

“Okay so I was thinking of voodoo dolls, because I think others are gonna pick psychics or magicians,” you started, flipping through some pages of your textbook, “and I think we could get extra points if we somehow have a physical doll!”

He could feel your excitement radiating off of you and it was nauseating but he nodded and agreed. You went on and said you would send an owl to your mother to see if she could buy one from the shops in your hometown.

Theo barely paid attention as you rambled on about your plans for the essay. The way you spoke with so much enthusiasm, your eyes bright with excitement—it was almost unbearable. Not because it annoyed him, but because it made his chest tighten in a way he wasn’t ready to confront.

“Do you even care about this project?” you asked suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts. You were watching him with a hint of concern in your eyes, which only made him feel more unsettled.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I care about passing,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze. “But I don’t see why you’re so invested in it.”

You shrugged, the usual brightness in your expression dimming a little. “I just think it’s interesting, that’s all. And maybe…” You hesitated, then added, “I thought it’d be nice to work with you.”

Theo blinked, caught off guard by your honesty. His initial reaction was to snap back with a sarcastic comment, to push you away as he always did. But something stopped him.

“Why?” The question slipped out before he could stop himself.

You looked down, fiddling with your quill. “I don’t know. You’re different from most people, Theodore. You’re not afraid to be yourself, even if that means being a little rough around the edges.”

He stared at you, stunned into silence. Was that how you saw him? And why did it make his heart skip a beat? He could feel his defenses cracking, the walls he’d built so carefully starting to crumble.

“Anyway,” you said quickly, as if embarrassed by your admission, “I’ll let you know if my mom finds a voodoo doll. We can meet up later to go over the details?”

“Yeah… sure,” he replied, his voice sounding far away. He watched as you gathered your things, flashing him another bright smile before leaving the classroom.

Once you were gone, Theo let out a frustrated groan, slumping back in his chair. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d never let anyone get under his skin like this before. Yet, with you, it was like he had no control over his own emotions. There was something wrong with him.

The thought of you saying he was “different” kept replaying in his mind. It wasn’t an insult, but it wasn’t exactly comforting either. He hated the idea that you could have this effect on him.

As the days went on, he found himself increasingly distracted by you. The way you laughed with your friends, the way you focused on your studies, the way you went out of your way to be kind to everyone—even to him, despite how he treated you.

The next time you met to work on the project, Theo couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering to your hands as you gestured animatedly, explaining some new idea you had. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have those hands touch him again—whether by accident or design.

When you handed him a book, he purposely brushed his fingers against yours and once more, he felt that now-familiar jolt of electricity. But this time, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let the contact linger for just a moment longer, savoring the warmth that spread through him.

But as soon as the moment passed, he cursed himself silently. He couldn’t let this happen. You were a Gryffindor, and you represented everything he claimed to hate—yet, here he was, drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, noticing his distant expression.

“No,” he said quickly, forcing a smirk. “Just thinking about how ridiculous this project is. Muggles and their superstitions.”

You laughed, and the sound sent another pang through his chest. “It is pretty silly, isn’t it? But it’s kind of fascinating too, don’t you think?”

Theo shrugged, playing it cool. “Sure, if you’re into that sort of thing.”

“I am,” you said with a grin. “But maybe by the end of this, you will be too.”

He rolled his eyes, but there was no real malice behind it. “Don’t count on it.”

As you continued working, Theo found himself glancing at you more often, watching the way your lips moved as you spoke, the way your eyes lit up when you got excited about something.

After the study session, Theo left with an unfamiliar smile tugging at his lips, lost in thoughts of you. He was so preoccupied that he didn’t notice Mattheo approaching from behind in the hallway.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Mattheo said, his voice laced with curiosity. “What’s with the grin? Did you win a fight?”

Theo scoffed, quickly wiping the smile from his face and replacing it with his usual scowl. “Salazar’s sake, no, I wasn’t in a fight.”

“Then why are you so happy? Snog someone? Wait—don’t tell me, did you snog Bug?” Mattheo teased, his tone dripping with mockery, fully aware of how much Theo loathed that nickname recently.

“Stop calling her that,” Theo snapped, shaking Mattheo’s arm off and feeling his good mood souring by the second.

“Oh, since when do you come to her defense? Especially when you’re the one who started calling her that,” Mattheo retorted, raising an eyebrow. The nickname had been an impulsive jab, something Theo came up with in a moment of annoyance. Now, it felt like a cruel joke.

Ignoring Mattheo, Theo continued down the hallway toward the Slytherin dorms, determined to work on his portion of the essay. But Mattheo wasn’t ready to let it go.

Once they reached the Slytherin common room, Mattheo seized the opportunity to stir the pot. “Hey, guys, doesn’t Theo seem a little… different lately?” he announced, adopting an exaggerated infomercial voice. “We barely see him, and when we do, he’s actually smiling.”

Theo halted in his tracks, irritation bubbling up inside him.

“I noticed that too,” Pansy chimed in, her tone dripping with curiosity. “He’s been sneaking off a lot.”

“Yeah, what’s the deal, Nott?” Blaise added, his voice teasing. “Too good for us now?”

Theo rolled his eyes, adjusting the stack of books you had recommended in his arms. “I’ve just been busy, you know—actually doing schoolwork.”

“Sure, and by ‘schoolwork,’ you mean hanging out with Bug,” Draco chimed in, his grin widening. “I thought you couldn’t stand her?”

“You lot are a bunch of tossers,” Theo shot back, his patience wearing thin. “Yes, I’ve been working with her because we got paired up for a project. That’s all.”

They exchanged skeptical glances, sensing there was more to the story.

“What’s the project about?” Pansy asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Theo let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s an essay on Voodoo dolls for Muggle Studies.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Mattheo’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Voodoo dolls? Are you serious, Theo? You’re supposed to be the smart one here!”

Theo frowned, confused by Mattheo’s sudden outburst. “What the hell are you on about now?”

“Voodoo dolls, you daft git!” Mattheo exclaimed, practically jumping out of his seat. “They’re Muggles’ way of trying to control people! Haven’t you been paying attention? She might have one of you—that’s probably why you’ve been acting so strange!”

Theo stared at Mattheo, a mix of annoyance and unease settling in. The idea was absurd—yet the possibility gnawed at him. Was that really what was happening? It would make a lot of sense.

Theo dropped everything and bolted out of the common room, his mind racing as he stormed through the castle. The further he went, the angrier he became. How could you do this to him? He thought he was finally feeling something other than disdain toward you—only to find out you were messing with his head.

As he rounded the final corner near the Gryffindor common room, he spotted you. But you weren’t alone. You were talking to another Gryffindor, laughing that same laugh you shared with him. The sight made his blood boil, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

“Was messing with my head not enough for you?” Theo shouted, his voice filled with fury. “Did you need more attention, so you found another tosser to add to your list?”

You flinched at his sudden outburst but didn’t immediately turn to face him. You quietly excused yourself from the conversation with your housemate before turning to glare at Theo.

The look you gave him was like nothing he’d ever seen on your face before—cold, angry, and so unlike the usual warmth you radiated. It unnerved him to be on the receiving end of such a glare.

“Can I help you, Nott?” you asked, your voice eerily calm. If Theo had been less blinded by his own anger, he might have noticed the tension in your jaw and the way your fists clenched at your sides.

“Yes, you can start by telling me what the hell you did to me!” Theo took a step closer, looming over you in an attempt to intimidate, but you stood your ground, unfazed.

“I haven’t done anything—”

“Don’t lie to me!” Theo interrupted, his hands gripping your shoulders as if shaking you might jog your memory. “You came up with that stupid voodoo doll project, and ever since then, you’ve been in my head day in and day out! So don’t act like you don’t know what’s going on!”

You shoved him off you, your scoff laced with disbelief and hurt. “You’re so full of yourself, Nott. Do you really think I’d waste my time controlling you? What kind of person do you think I am? Do you honestly believe I’m that desperate for attention?”

Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes, but you fought to keep them at bay. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his accusation hurt. “Fuck you, Nott. Maybe you should take a hard look at yourself instead of blaming me for the fact that you’re finally feeling something—anything—other than that cold, emotionless shell you’ve built around yourself.”

Theo stood there, speechless, as you turned and disappeared behind the Fat Lady’s portrait. Every word you said hit him like a punch to the gut. He knew you were right—he’d been pushing people away for so long that he didn’t know how to deal with real emotions. But hearing it from you, someone he had started to care about, hurt more than he could admit. He knew he owed you an apology, but he had no idea where to start.

The walk back to the Slytherin common room was humiliating. When he entered, his friends were in the same spots, waiting with anticipation.

“Well?” Mattheo asked impatiently, a smug grin on his face like he knew he was right all along.

“You lot are absolute wankers,” Theo muttered, snatching up the books he had dropped earlier without sparing them a second glance. He stormed up to his dorm room, ignoring their confused looks.

He had to find a way to make things right with you. The ache in his chest wasn’t just the usual discomfort he felt around you—it was something deeper, something he couldn’t ignore.

———

Theo spent the entire night poring over the books you had lent him. As he read, he realized Mattheo’s theory was complete nonsense. None of the feelings he had for you had anything to do with “voodoo” or any other magical influence. They were real, and they terrified him.

Determined to fix the mess he had made, Theo stayed up to finish the entire essay by himself, lightening your workload. He even turned it in first thing in the morning, two days before the assignment was due.

He spent the rest of the day trying to find you to let you know you didn’t have to worry about the project and to apologize, but you were nowhere to be found. He searched the Great Hall, the library, and even, with great reluctance, asked Potter if he had seen you. No luck.

By the time dinner rolled around, Theo was too distracted to eat. His fork aimlessly pushed food around his plate while his head rested on his palm. Enzo jabbed him in the side, snapping him out of his daze. Theo shot him a glare but followed Enzo’s gaze to see you walking past their table without so much as a glance in their direction. When you sat down at your table, your eyes instinctively met Theo’s, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw a flicker of something softer. He offered a small smile, but you rolled your eyes and turned back to your friends.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her anything but cheerful. She must be pissed that we figured her out, huh?” Enzo commented, eliciting a few laughs from the group.

Theo’s fork clattered onto his plate, the loud noise silencing them immediately. They had seen Theo angry before, but never like this, never directed at them.

“Do you ever think about anyone other than yourselves?” Theo snapped. “She didn’t do anything wrong. What’s wrong is that I listened to you lot and screwed everything up.”

He abruptly stood and made his way over to you. You furrowed your brows in confusion, aware that Slytherins didn’t usually venture to the Gryffindor side of the Great Hall. The hushed whispers that followed Theo didn’t faze him; he only cared about setting things right.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, asking you to follow him. Despite your better judgment, curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself following him out of the Great Hall.

Theo led you to a secluded hallway, casting a quick Muffliato charm to ensure privacy. He took a shaky breath, closing his eyes for a moment before finally speaking.

“I’m sorry,” he began, his voice heavy with regret. “I was an absolute tosser. You were right—I’ve never felt anything like this before, and it scared me. I tried to find every excuse to deny it, and in the process, I lashed out at you. I shouldn’t have accused you of something so ridiculous.”

You stared at him, your silence unnerving him. He continued, desperation creeping into his tone. “I know there’s no excuse for what I said, and I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. But if there’s any chance, I’d like to start over. I’ll do anything to make it right.”

Maybe it was because you had started liking Theo too, or maybe it was the sincerity in his apology, but it wasn’t hard to forgive him.

“Although getting accused wasn’t ideal and did hurt, I accept your apology, Theodore,” you said, offering him a small smile—the smile he didn’t realize how much he’d missed until now.

Theo’s heart lifted at your words. “If I’m not pushing my luck… could I take you to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Theo held his breath, anxiously awaiting your response. You hesitated for a moment, the silence stretching between you, before finally stepping closer. With a gentle smile, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering just a second longer than necessary. As you pulled back, your eyes met his, filled with a warmth that made his heart race.

“I’d like that,” you whispered, your voice tender and genuine.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Theo felt the tight knot in his chest begin to loosen.

©𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥 2024

[bedsyandco]

⭑ …   ❝ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ❞ ; quinn hughes

𝓹airing , quinn hughes x fem!reader

5 times Quinn wanted to kiss you + 1 time he finally did

꒰ 𝓷ote , just some quinny content for your dash <3 as always please let me know what you think. . . ꒱

✮1

You make your way through the crowd to get to the table at the back of the bar, where a few familiar faces already spotted you.

"Look who's here! Nice of you to finally join us," Brock says as you hop onto a barstool next to Quinn.

"Hey, stranger," Quinn says softly and knocks his shoulder into yours.

"Guys, I saw you like two weeks ago. Sorry, I have a life," you say teasingly.

"Watching friends, eating Chinese food, and going to bed by 10 PM is not having a life." Brock says, and Quinn laughs at your offended expression.

"It does when you work the hours I do, thank you very much. I'm getting a drink. Do you guys want anything?" You ask and make your way to the bar.

When you get back, Elias is sitting in your seat. Noticing there's no more chairs open, Quinn goes to offer you his, but you stop him.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," you say, and Quinn pulls you to stand in between his legs. Your back leaning against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist, and he hooks two thumbs in your front belt loops, keeping you close.

Throughout the night, you can feel Quinn's breathing on your neck or his head on your shoulder while he talks or listens to one of the guys.

When Brock went to the bar to get a refill on your drinks and Elias went to the bathroom, you and Quinn were left alone at the table.

You turn around in his arms, looking up at him.

"Now is your chance to steal your seat back," Quinn jokes.

"I'm pretty comfy right here, actually," you say, and Quinn smiles softly.

In that moment...

he really wanted to kiss you.

✮2

You jump in surprise as someone knocks on your door. You weren't expecting anybody...least of all the man you found standing at your door.

"Quinn...what are you doing here?" You ask, opening the door wider to let him in.

"I haven't seen you in a few days, and I know you work late tomorrow, and we're leaving on another roadie...I didn't wanna go another week without seeing you," he says and you smile.

"Wanna watch a movie with me?" You ask and he nods, both of you making your way to the couch.

Halfway through the movie, you're cuddled into Quinns side, both of your eyes on the screen.

Quinn feels your eyes on him and looks down to meet them.

"What?" he asks softly

"You played really well tonight..." you say

"You watched?" Quinn asks surpirsed

"Yeah... I always watch. How do you think I know when to tell you congratulations..." You respond.

"I thought you just looked the score up after the game, to be honest," Quinn says

"I like watching you play," you say and Quinn smiles down at you...

In that moment...

he really wanted to kiss you.

✮3

"This is not a good idea," You say shakily as Quinn ties your skates.

"You're gonna be fine... don't be so dramatic. I'll be there the whole time," Quinn says and holds his hand out to lead you onto the ice.

You wobble a bit and grab onto Quinn, looking at him with nothing but fear in your eyes and he bursts out laughing.

"You should see your face right now," Quinn says amused.

"I'm glad you find this amusing," you snap.

"You've lived in Vancouver your whole life. How can you not skate?" he asks

"Contrary to popular belief not all Canadians come out of the womb knowing how to skate. Besides the one time I tried, I fell and broke my wrist and had no intention of ever trying again."

"Just keep your hips straight and push out with one foot and then the other," Quinn says.

You concentrate so much on doing what he says you don't realize he's let your hands go and you're skating on your own.

The moment you do realize, instant panic takes over, and your legs start to go separate ways.

Quinn tries to pull you up, but he's laughing so much, he isn't much help.

"Quinn, help me up." you say, standing in a half split and clinging to Quinn's waist, voice filled with laughter, and Quinn just laughs more.

With him laughing and you clinging to him, neither of you is very stable, and both of you end up on the floor, you on top of Quinn, who was still laughing.

"You did it though, for a second" he says and you scoff

"Can you buy me ice cream now?" you ask pouting

"Yeah, you deserve it." he says and looks up at you. Cheeks flushed because of the cold, a cute little beanie on your head.

he really wanted to kiss you.

✮4

You take another deep breath, and another practice swing, before finally pulling back and hitting the ball.

It goes really far, just not in the right direction...

"Quinn! Did you see that?!" you ask excitedly, and Jack has to turn around to hide his laugh, and Luke rubs a hand over his face to hide his smirk.

"I did see...it was...very far," he says, and you swing your stick, making Jack duck and head for the golf cart.

"Man... she's so smart, but she can not play golf to save her life," Jack says, and Quinn swats at him.

"It's her first time asshole. She's doing great," Quinn says and walks towards you.

"Love really does make you blind." Jack says, and him and Luke laugh all the way to the golf cart.

"You know as much fun as this has been, I don't think I'll be doing this again any time soon," you say and Quinn frowns...

"What? Why?" he asks

"The first couple were fun, you know, but then it just gets really boring and really hot. I was really hoping one of you would've told me to stay in the cart by now," you say and Jack's mouth drops open.

"Were you bad on purpose?" Jack asks

"I'm not good by any standard but those last couple was just to fuck with you a little bit. Props for trying to hide your reactions, but you're a horrible actor Jacky, you're gonna have to do better than that when I give you your Christmas present."

Jack and Luke laugh, and Quinn smiles as you hand them the sunscreen and tell them to put some on.

he really wanted to kiss you.

✮5

You and Quinn were swaying to the music, smiles on your faces, observing Emma and Brady.

"They look so happy," you say

"They really do. You look beautiful," he says, and you blush.

"Thanks, so do you."

"You ever think about it... getting married?" Quinn suddenly asks. "Just in general...someday."

"If the right person asks... yeah," you say.

"Wanna marry me if we're still 30 and single?" Quinn jokes

"There's no way you'll still be single at 30 Quinn, but if that's the case, then yes. I would be honored." You say, and Quinn smiles as the song comes to an end.

Suddenly, Taryn is there dragging you to the side of the room where the bouquet toss was happening, and you smile apologetically at Quinn.

You stood at the back, trying to stay out of people's way. You weren't really trying to catch it. But three seconds later, you stood with the bouquet in your hands, awkwardly looking around the room until your eyes met Quinn's. He smiled as you thrust the bouquet into Taryn's hands and scurried your way over to him, hiding in his chest.

he really wanted to kiss you.

✮+1

You and Quinn were snuggled up at the end of the boat... watching Jack wake board with the sunset behind him.

"I love having you here," Quinn says rubbing patterns on your legs softly

"I love being here..." you reply.

"Think you wanna come back next summer?" Quinn asks, and you turn to look at him.

"I don't know... think I need some convincing," you whisper and move your face closer to his.

Quinn gently cups your face and presses his lips to yours. You soak up the moment for a while before it's interrupted by Jack and Luke's yelling, which results in Jack being horribly distracted and falling into the water.

"I've been wanting to do that a long time..." Quinn admits

"So have I," you say and kiss him again.

he finally kissed you.

[princessbrunette]

john b & jj taking puppy!reader for ice cream for being such a good girl!! pup getting ice cream all over her face while she licks her cone all innocent, looking up at jj while hearts are coming out of his eyes and hes drooling a bit!!

✧˖°. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ✧˖°.

you felt super loved.

john b was sat one side of you, the brunette himself having just got paid from his surf shop job therefore treating the three of you to icecream. he reclines in the booth slightly, his arm protectively around the back of your seat as he smiles gently, watching you scarf down the treat.

jj sits the other side, yapping away about something as you listen intently, occasionally taking a breath to spoonful a mountain sized dollop of icecream into his mouth. you’d think you’d be sick of icecream, working at an icecream parlour yourself — but there was something about the dessert that you knew you’d never tire of, especially when you’re enjoying it with people you love.

“so anyways, i’m half way down the street — my pants are fallin’ down, my shoe lace is untied and— damn, pooch, it ain’t goin’ anywhere— slow down.” the blonde interrupts his story to put his own pot of icecream down, grabbing a napkin from the centre of the table to wipe you down.

“jayj.” you groan, wriggling in his grasp as he mops you up. the brunette on your other side places a hand on your shoulder, not firm enough to keep you still, moreso a silent and gentle warning to do so on your own accord.

“eat slowly, pup. you remember what happened last time.” you can hear the amused smirk in john b’s voice without even turning to face him. memories of you wolfing down your dessert to quickly wind up sick flashes through your mind and you grimace.

“so many rules, just want my damn icecream.” you moan, but slowly drag your tongue along it, succumbing to the request to slow down.

jj goes to continue the story, his eyes flickering to the way you swirl your tongue in the pink syrup, blinking rapidly like he’s taking mental polaroids.

“so anyway, as i was sayin’… there… uh… so we were… shit.” he watches the way you put on a show without meaning to, making a mess of your icecream on your tongue once more.

john b tilts his head with a grin, squinting a little at the blonde. “you good, jay?”

“yup. so good. just can’t concentrate ‘cus our girl here is makin’ sweet love to her ice cream.”

you giggle, wiping your own mouth with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

“am not.”

“are too, look if you wanna suck it just say so, s’right here.” jj sits back with his legs open, gesturing to his crotch. the amusement leaves your eyes to be replaced with arousal, batting your lashes up at him now as john b rolls his eyes.

“jesus, would you two behave in public?”

suddenly your head is whipping round to look at him, and jj is slowly taking the icecream from your hand so you don’t drop it. “are y’gonna teach me a lesson if i don’t, daddy?” you pout and he sighs, leaning his head back on the booth for a moment as he gathers himself.

“yes.” he emphasises when he opens his eyes once more, reaching down to fix his shorts around his crotch, making jj chuckle. “and shutup. c’mon, we’re done here.”

“aww, but my icecream.” you mewl as the brunette pulls you from the booth to march you back to the twinkie.

“mhm, should’a thought of that pup.” jj gives your ass a subtle little swat as he passes you, leading the way to open the door to exit the parlour.

✧˖°. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ✧˖°.

[ginevrapng]

studying with your boyfriend is something you love but also hate. he's a great teacher and explains everything that you don't understand or that professors haven't explained to you the right way for you to understand but you also don't like studying with neville because he's so hot when he's tutoring you that it's distracting.

the whole time neville will be trying to help you with your exam next week you'll be wanting to snog him and find a quiet and dark place in the library to suck his dick.

"are you listening flower?" he asks when you haven't made any input to the conversation. honestly you're not, you're watching the way his eyebrows furrow as he crosses out a misspelling and how he's rolled his jumper up to his forearms. his lip is slightly jutting out and you want to reach over to him and grab his face and kiss him until you're both dizzy.

he looks over to you to see you staring at his lips and smirks. he knows that look on you well. "not now petal, we've got to get this all done," he tells you softly but sternly.

you really should listen, you know he's right but you can't pay attention when he's looking so attractive. "nev please, i need you so bad," you whine, hoping he'll give in and forget about the exam in favour of making out with you.

neville looks back up from his work to you and sighs starting to get exasperated with those puppy dog eyes and pleading words. "i said no."

some people in gryffindor still think of neville as this clumsy, shy and timid boy but he's changed, so when your boyfriend talks like that it's hard to go against him so you shut your mouth, at least for awhile.

neville sees your antsy behaviour and distracted self and decides to do something about it. "you're so needy petal, can't even spend a few hours concentrating without you trying to fuck me."

you pout at him, not realising that you weren't being convincing after he told you to start studying again. "i didn't do anything neville, promise," you say while looking down and playing with the hem of your skirt.

neville follows your eyes and then gets an idea on how to handle his girlfriend. "petal sit on my thigh."

your eyes widen in realisation. "neville we can't do that, not here," you whisper. whipping your head around the library you see that you're the only ones around and you are also in the back of the library but you still believe it to be to dangerous.

"thought you said you were needy?" you bit your lip in thought, he knows what you'll do. "haven't got all day flower." after that you slide out of your chair and stand in front of neville silently asking him where he wants you to sit. "come on, so you're facing me." you shyly nod your head and rest on his thigh.

neville places a delicate kiss on your temple and speaks lowly into your ear, "love you flower." at the same time he grabs hold of your soft hips and starts to drag your body against his thigh.

as you move more against neville's thigh you know that your knickers are getting wetter and they'll probably be a stain on his trousers if this goes on for long.

neville chose this so he could keep working if necessary but he's forgotten all about it. he can't help but drop everything to focus all his attention on you, it's impossible for him not to. he adores you and right now he's getting incredibly hard after hearing your small panting and feeling your doughy skin underneath his big palms. neville simply doesn't know where to look, at your quickly rising and falling chest that's pressed against him or your plush thighs that he can see now that your skirt has ridden up higher or your cute face scrunched up in pleasure.

you've wrapped your arms around neville's neck and you bury your face into his chest every time you feel a particularly loud moan about to leave your mouth. neville pushes some of your hair out of your face as you're beginning to get sweaty and kisses you all over your face.

his trousers get tighter and you increase your pace with the help and guidance of neville. your clit gets pressed against him constantly with the friction and you're losing all sense of how to talk. "nev, plea-, i- i feels s'good," you whine.

neville smirks, his whole confident aura is making you fuzzy. "alright petal, i've got you. hold on tightly to my neck." you nod frantically and hold on tighter. he sinks his fingers even deeper into your plush body, definitely leaving bruises. he flexes his thigh again, angles your body in the right way so that every time you move your clit gets stimulation and starts to move your body up and down, completely controlling your pace.

it's been a couple minutes as you start to form a new sentence "neville, i-"

neville already knows you're about to finish, you started clawing his neck and biting your lip harder trying to stifle any noise. "come f'me petal." you do, the coil building inside of you snaps and you see white. neville shoves his tongue in your mouth and kisses you, muffling your moan. your body shivers and you push your body up against his even more.

you take a couple minutes to breathe and afterwards shakily get off of neville. he holds onto your wrist to stabilise you and groans as he sees the aftermath you've left on his trousers. he takes a glance at the table with all your books on and mumbles 'fuck it' and starts shoving both of your work into his bag. neville's heart melts as he looks up to your cute confused face. "let's head back to my room petal." your face lights up as you remove your wrist from his hand and intertwine your fingers together, you start swinging both your hands as you walk out the library.

[togrowoldinv]

Stress Relief

Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

When Wanda calls, you always meet up with her. Sometimes in her very roomy minivan

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, mommy kink, Wanda taking out some aggression, strap on use, fingering, semi-public car sex

Note: It’s midnight and milf Wanda is on my mind. Enjoy!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

When Wanda called you, you could tell she was upset. Her voice sounded desperate and loaded with anger. Her ex husband hadn’t shown up to the twins’ soccer game.

He never does, but still, Wanda thought maybe this time would be different. She said the boys went home with Pietro and she wanted to see you.

Wanda does this. She calls you when she needs a release because she knows you let her do anything to you. So, you wait for her outside your house now.

When she arrives, you get in the car and greet her.

“Hey Wands,” you say happily. She wears a look of distaste on her face. She’s really angry this time. You change your tone. Do you want to go eat or something?”

“Actually, I think I really just want to do this really quick and then get some sleep,” Wanda says. “Can we do that, honey?”

You nod. You don’t say no to her. Wanda turns off the car and moves her seat further back. The minivan is surprisingly roomy as she makes room for you to join her in the driver’s seat area.

“Come here,” Wanda says, gesturing to her lap. You climb over the center console and straddle her waist.

When you kiss her, you sink further into her body. It’s then that you feel the hardness in her pants. She really needs stress relief when she wears a strap.

“Oh,” you mumble against her lips as she ruts her hips up against your center. “Wanda.”

“You like that, baby?” She asks. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

You groan and kiss her harder. Wanda reciprocates and begins to take lift your dress up. Her hands work deftly to pull the material over your head. You really hope none of your neighbors can see you right now.

“I want you to ride my cock, sweetheart,” Wanda says. She opens her pants and pulls out the long, skin colored appendage.

She brushes the tip over your folds. Your wetness soaks the strap. Wanda coos softly as she slips the fake cock into you and lets you adjust.

“You okay?” She asks. You know it’s your last warning before she takes out her stress.

“I’m good, baby. So good,” you say.

“You take me so well,” Wanda says. She begins to move her hips slowly as the cock slips in and out of you. “So wet and tight.”

Your hips begin to move with hers and meet her movements. Every inch of the strap is deep inside you. Wanda is enamored by the way you take her.

Soon, Wanda picks up her pace. Her face twists in concentration as she plunges in and out of you in quick movements. You won’t last much longer at this rate.

“Fuck Wanda,” you moan out. “Take it all out on me, mommy.”

That encourages her to go harder and to kiss you again. Her kiss is sloppy, mostly her tongue and your open mouth from being fucked like this. You feel that familiar feeling in your stomach.

“I’m gonna come,” you say quietly. Most of your energy spent on riding her.

“Come for mommy, baby. Show me how you’re a good girl who listens to me,” Wanda says.

Her words are enough to tip you over the edge. You come hard and fast onto the fake cock that Wanda still moves inside of you. She pulls out when you’ve relaxed against her, your head resting on her shoulder.

“Can you take care of me now?” Wanda asks. “Please.”

You nod against her before moving to kneel in front of you. She goes to remove the strap but you stop her.

“I want to suck your cock,” you say. Wanda doesn’t argue with that. She watches as you take the length in your mouth.

Wanda thrusts her hips to push the cock further down your throat. She pushes you to your limits but you enjoy the pleasure and the pain.

“Fuck that’s so good,” Wanda groans. “So fucking good.”

You move the strap to the side and rub your fingers over her folds as you continue to suck on the cock. Wanda’s hips stutter at the feeling of your fingers entering her.

She’s as wet and tight as you were. The feeling is so perfect as you fuck her with your fingers.

“Y/n!” Wanda shouts as she gets close to her peak.

You hum against her strap as your fingers pick up pace. Wanda comes hard against your fingers. You take your cum-covered fingers and suck them.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Wanda says. Her eyes are glued to yours.

She pulls you back up to straddle her lap. You kiss her fervently.

“Do you feel better?” You ask her, breathless from the kiss.

“I do. Thank you,” Wanda says. She glances at her watch. “I really have to be going now.”

“So soon?”

“Oh, you’ll be okay without me, sweetheart. I’ll call you when I need you,” Wanda says. Her voice is filled with faux pity.

You pout a little but Wanda kisses it away. The two of you get clothed again and you kiss her goodbye.

When you get out of the car, you see your neighbor Natasha eyeballing you. You wave and she chuckles as she waves back. You wonder how much she saw, and why you don’t mind if she saw it.

You’ll always answer Wanda’s call and let her take you anyway she pleases.

[theprongspotter]

Stream - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 31 - 799 words

“Shit,” Regulus curses under his breath, fingers moving deftly over the controls as his character takes a hit. His eyes narrow in concentration, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he whips around and expertly snipes the enemy. The satisfying sound of the hit confirms his success, and a grin blossoms onto his face, a rare moment of genuine pride breaking through his usual calm demeanor.

He spares a glance at the chat on his second monitor, curious to see the reactions of his viewers. As he’s streaming on Twitch, he expects to see comments about the precision of his shot or praise for his tactical decision. Instead, the chat is flooded with compliments of a different nature entirely, catching him off guard.

reggieslefttoe: HIS VOICE

cassiecries: okay but why was that hot??

Regulus blinks, momentarily thrown by the unexpected turn of the conversation. He’s never shown his face on stream, preferring to keep his identity private, so the influx of comments about his voice feels a bit surreal. His heart skips a beat, and a faint blush creeps up his neck as he scans the chat, more messages piling in.

ghostlyghoul: i could listen to him talk all day tbh

whatissleep: Did anyone else get chills or just me??

Regulus clears his throat, trying to refocus on the game, but it’s no use. His mind is now stuck on the fact that his viewers aren’t just here for the gameplay—they’re here for him. The thought is both flattering and nerve-wracking, and he can feel the heat rising to his cheeks despite his best efforts to keep cool.

“Uh, thanks, I guess?” he mumbles into his mic, trying to play it off casually, but there’s an unmistakable warmth in his voice. He can’t help the small, sheepish smile that tugs at his lips as more comments flood in, each one making him feel a little more flustered than the last.

nightowl: omg he’s shy, that’s so cute

pixelpotion: Guys, we broke him lmao

Regulus lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he returns his attention to the game. “You lot are impossible,” he mutters, but there’s no mistaking the amusement in his tone. Despite the teasing, he finds himself oddly touched by the affection from his viewers, even if it’s not the kind he was expecting.

Then, a chime sounds, catching Regulus' attention as a new notification pops up on the screen. His eyes widen as he sees the amount—five hundred dollars. It’s not the first time he’s received a donation, but this one is more than generous. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but when he reads the username attached to it, a laugh bubbles out of him, warm and full of affection.

prongs: guys sorry to break it to you but he’s mine <333

The message hangs in the air for a moment before the chat erupts into chaos, messages flooding in faster than Regulus can keep up. The viewers are going absolutely wild, spamming the chat with everything from heart emojis to exclamations of shock and excitement. It’s a frenzy of curiosity and congratulations, the revelation sending the whole stream into a joyful uproar.

reggieslefttoe: WAIT WHO IS PRONGS???

cassiecries: HE’S TAKEN?!?!?!

nightowl: I KNEW IT OMG

Regulus just smiles, feeling a warmth spread through his chest that has nothing to do with the game. He can’t help but feel a bit smug, knowing that James—always the one to make grand gestures—chose such a public way to stake his claim. He leans a little closer to his mic, his voice soft but clear, the affection evident as he confirms what everyone’s already buzzing about.

“That is, in fact, my boyfriend,” he says, his tone filled with pride and fondness.

The chat goes wild again, the comments now a mixture of playful jealousy and supportive cheers. Regulus watches the messages scroll by, his smile only growing wider as he reads them. It’s not every day that his viewers get a glimpse into his personal life, and even though he usually prefers to keep that part of himself private, this moment feels right—like a small, shared secret between him, James, and his viewers.

But Regulus knows he has a game to play, and he’s already feeling the heat in his cheeks from all the attention. “Alright, back to the game,” he says, trying to steer the focus away from himself, though the smile on his face lingers, making it clear that the comments—and James’ surprise donation—have done more than just fluster him. They’ve brightened his entire day.

As he dives back into the gameplay, the chat continues to buzz with excitement, the energy infectious. But now, there’s a lightness in Regulus’ voice, a playful edge to his banter with his viewers that wasn’t there before.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Office Romance

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: making out in elevators

Summary: How do you expect to get any work done if your boss is none other than Natasha Romanoff? Does she feel the same about you?

Squares Filled: secret romance (2021) for @avengersbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

It’s hard to concentrate on the words you’re trying to type when the most beautiful woman is sitting in the office next to you. Your eyes keep drifting over your computer to look at her through the small glass window next to her door. She is causally chewing on a piece of gum and popping it every so often. Her pretty red lips form a perfect O when she blows the piece of gum. 

What you wouldn’t give to be on the receiving end of that mouth.

“Bitch, are you listening?”

Your coworker, Wanda, throws a wadded piece of paper at your head. You snap out of your trance and look into her knowing eyes. She has a smirk on her face that doesn’t leave even as she goes back to her job.

“What?”

“I need those files over ASAP. I can’t do my job if you don’t do yours.”

“Right,” you mumble and focus on your computer instead.

“Thank you,” she says once you send her the files she needs, “now you can get back to daydreaming about the boss.”

“Shut up.” Your phone rings and you start to sweat when you see your boss is trying to conference you into her call. You smooth back your hair as if you’re going to see her and pick up the phone. “Yes, ma’am?”

“I need you to come into my office.”

“Of course.” you hang up. “She wants me in her office. How do I look?”

“Pull your shirt down a bit. Make the girlies pop.” You do as she says. “Now button your shirt up because you look ridiculous.”

“Fuck you.”

You get up without adjusting your shirt and walk the twenty feet over to Natasha’s office. You knock once even though she asked you to come in and open the door.

“You called?”

Your eyes can’t help but drift lower to her breasts. Everything she wears makes them look bigger than they are, so they are spilling over the top in a classy way. She is wearing a black pencil skirt with a white button-up that has the first three buttons undone because her shirt wouldn’t close otherwise. You quickly look up in hopes she didn’t see you checking her out.

“I need you to get these files sent over to purchasing right away.” You grab the files and are about to make your exit when she stops you. “Wait, I forgot one.”

You turn to see her walk over to her file cabinet and open the bottom drawer. She bends down with her ass sticking out towards you. Of course, you’re going to look. It’s like she wants you to look at how perfect her ass is. You bite your lower lip to stop the sinful thoughts from coming out. When she stands and turns, you snap back into reality and look as if you weren't checking her out.

“Thank you,” you say and grab the other file.

“No, thank you,” she smiles flirtatiously.

You quickly head back to your desk not missing the sly smirk Wanda gives you. It’s very hard to get your job done when your boss has an office right next to your desk, but it’s even harder when she makes a show of eating her lunch as if she wants you to look at her. There are times when you think she might be into you, but then you think that she’s your boss and that would be inappropriate.

The only work you get done is sending the files over to purchasing while the rest of your time is spent fantasizing about what you’d do if you got her into your bed. The end of the day comes quicker without you staring at the clock every hour. It’s time to go home and have a really long and cold shower.

“I’ll meet you down at the car, okay?” Wanda says as she packs her things up.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

You and Wanda live together and often ride in the same car. The only way you won’t is if one of you needs to leave early or do something after work. Natasha gets done with her work at the same time as you, so you two meet just as you’re leaving your cubicle and she is leaving her office.

“You know, I’m really proud of you and the work you’ve been doing.” You and Natasha walk to the elevators together. “Keep it up and I’ll put in a good work to the board about a raise.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” you grin.

“Please, call me Natasha or Nat. Whatever you prefer. Ma’am makes me feel so old,” she chuckles and walks onto the elevator with you.

“Okay, Nat.”

You and Natasha are standing so close together in the already small elevator, that you can practically feel the heat radiating off her skin. The air is thick with tension, the kind of tension only touching might relieve. All you want to do is kiss her. Does she feel it? If she does, does she feel the same? You look at the digital number at the top of the elevator that tells you what floor you’re on, and it’s counting down very slowly. Has it always been this slow? You sneak a peek at Natasha to see her already looking at you. You quickly look away in hopes she didn’t see you checking her out, but the damage has been done.

Fuck it, Natasha thinks. She drops her bag onto the ground and grabs both sides of your face. She pulls you into her and kisses you like she was always meant to be there. You drop your bag in shock but you kiss her back like you’ve always wanted to. You’ve imagined this scenario ten different ways and all of them involved with you taking her back to your place regardless if Wanda is there or not.

You back up into the wall with her lips still attached to yours, and she slides her hands into your hair to get a better grip on you. The universe has it so that as soon as Natasha gets her lips on you, the digital number picks up speed because before you know it, you’re at the ground level. Natasha pulls away from you and grabs her bag as if nothing happened.

She looks perfect as always while your hair is a bit disheveled, your clothes are a bit wrinkled, and you’re pretty sure your lips are swollen.

“Tomorrow, come in a little earlier. I need to have a meeting with you.”

The elevator doors open and Natasha is the first one to step off.

“Yes, ma’am,” you whisper.

Wanda is waiting there with an impatient look on her face but once she sees you and Natasha, that disappears. Your boss doesn’t give Wanda a lick of attention as she walks by, and Wanda smiles widely when she sees the look on your face. She reaches into her purse to grab her small compact, opens it, and shoves it in your face. Natasha’s red lipstick is all over your mouth. It’s clear what you two were doing in there.

“Shit,” you gasp and fix as much of yourself as possible.

“If you’re gonna fuck her, at least give me some of the perks.”

“Shut up,” you chuckle, unable to stop the blush from spreading up your cheeks.

x

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[deanssluvr]

JOOST WITH A GIRLY!READER HCS

pairing: joost klein x fem!reader

content: RPF. sfw + nsfw. pre-established relationship.

a/n: randomly felt the urge to write this at 3am.

SFW

- your style was the first thing he noticed about you when you met. you were a pink floral dress and heels with ribbons that decorated your hair. he thought you were beautiful. you took his staring as something negative at first, but was relieved when he complimented your outfit.

- you were nervous to bring him over to your place, but he was absolutely mesmerized by the way it was decorated.

- one of his favorite dates with you was when you both went to build a bear. you had asked him to get matching bears with you to which he happily agreed. you both settled on getting frogs. his green and yours pink. you dressed yours like a princess and he dressed his like spider-man. at the end you both exchanged them, so you kept his and vice versa.

- you both send pictures of each other doing things with said stuffed animals. like he’d send a pic of him out shopping with it or you’d send a pic cooking with it.

- he noticed your love of decorating so he goes out of way to buy you things that reminds him of you. whether it be little trinkets, a stuffed animal, or a record that he thinks you’d like.

- you have heavily influenced his style since he’s been with you.

- he always handles your stuffed animals with care. talks to them as well.

“how do you think she looks?” he looks down at the stuffed bunny in his hand and nods as if listening to a second opinion. “me too. i think she looks beautiful.”

- he enjoys sitting and watching you do your makeup and skin care routine. likes seeing how much care you put into it. there are a few times where he asked you to do his makeup. sometimes it was just simple eyeliner, but he loved it.

- on that same note you asked if he wanted to do a face mask with you one night and his face lit up immediately. now every once in a while you include him in your skincare routine.

- he lets you paint his nails a new color almost every week and always lets you pick the color. sometimes he just matches with whatever color your nail set is at the time.

- ties your shoes and buckles your heels for you without asking.

- you never pay for anything while he’s around because he never gives you the chance. dinner? new clothes? a piece of jewelry you looked at for only a few seconds? he’s already got his card out for you.

- he sleeps better at your place. it’s mostly because of you, but also because of how goddamn comfortable your bed is. the thick soft comforter? the many fluffy pillows? the pink sheets? he’d always fall asleep quickly in your bed.

- enjoys taking baths over showers with you. loves the scent of your soap you use and the bubbles you put in it. loves the way your hands gently wash him.

- learns how to do your hair. watches so many videos and asked you one day if he could do it. you spent the day doing your hair with him. he looked so concentrated and you found it so sweet.

NSFW

- he is obsessed with how you look in your lingerie sets. he loves the way the delicate lace and satin looks on you. he’s always hesitant to take it off of you.

- although he loved everything you wore, he had to admit that you in skirts were always his favorite. maybe it’s because your legs just look so good in them, or it’s actually because he loves thinking about how pretty they are pushed up your hips while he fucks you from behind. who knows?

- he turns your stuffed animals around whenever you both fuck. he told you it’s because he doesn’t want them to watch.

- he actually prefers having sex at your place though he never tells you. your bed is just so comfy with all the pillows and soft blankets that you layer on it.

- nothing but praise. even when he’s pounding into you harshly or fucking himself further into your throat, he’s still whispering sweet praises into your ear.

“so pretty taking my cock like this.”

“fuck, you’re so perfect”

“you’re doing so good for me schat.”

- loves the way you say his name. you could just be trying to get his attention and he’d melt at how his name sounds on your tongue. but he especially loves hearing you moan his name when your fucking. how desperate you sound for him almost brings him over the edge every time.

- won’t admit it, but the way you smell turns him on. when you hug him or simply just sit next to him and he could smell that perfume that he loves, he’s already getting hard.

- eats you out like you’re his last meal. would do it for hours if he could. prefers giving you head over anything. just loves the way you taste and even more so the sounds you make.

[ilypaigebuckets]

kate martin with a nerd gf hcs?

Kate x Nerdy Gf Hcs

figured out how to add pictures 🥳

- you wouldn’t classify yourself as a nerd, just someone who is really big on their education

- kate first met you in the library where she saw you studying

- she thought you were the prettiest girl in the entire world, so she wanted to shoot her shot (get it bc basketball)

- she asked to sit next to you “hey is this seat taken”

- you were kind of oblivious to her flirting at first “no? but there’s like dozens of other places to sit you don’t have to sit by me”

- everytime she goes to the library (which becomes more and more frequently thanks to you) she sits next to you

- she eventually gets the courage to ask you out and you guys go on a cute little coffee date

- after you’ve been dating for a while you start attending her basketball practices and just study there instead of the library

- she teases you that it’s because you miss her but you insist it’s because the gymnasium is closer to kate’s place than the library is

- oh yeah you definitely stay over at her place most nights

- she lets you study at her coffee table/on her couch

- she holds you while you study and makes sure you have everything you need

- you need water? she’s on it. head scratches to ‘help you concentrate’? her fingers are already making their way to your scalp.

- you definitely have deal with burnouts and kate helps you through them

- she starts putting time limits on your study time, so you have time to yourself for self care, your relationship, and just taking care of other things

- she helps you study and quizzes you with your flash cards

- “ok baby what is the polytomic ion for sulfate?” “S04 to the negative second power?” “LETS GO THATS MY SMART GIRL”

- will listen to you rant about your stressing assignments

- “kate it just doesn’t make sense at all. i don’t get why he would give us only a week to write that paper” and she just kisses your forehead and holds you tight like “shhh i know baby gorgeous but you’re my smart cookie”

- one time you missed her game due to a project deadline and her feelings were really hurt

- it caused a huge fight that ended with you both crying, you promising to prioritize her more just like she does you

- that fight really opened your eyes so now you try to cherish your time with kate more

not really but just in case nsfw 😢

- when she’s quizzing you and you get an answer right, she’ll try to reward you

- sometimes you don’t let her, insisting that you need more time to study and do assignments or catch up on reading

- other times you take it as a much needed break and just let her help you relax

that’s all 🤍 i hope you like this!!!

[joelscruff]

safety (boyfriend's dad!joel x f!reader)

just a bit of an origin story for my boyfriend's dad!joel relationship. you can read other installments of this fic here. this one isn't smutty but i hope you enjoy 💕 and here's my kofi if you'd like to leave a tip. summary: you find yourself falling for your boyfriend's father. rating: 18+ (mdni) warnings: age difference, cheating, daddy issues, daddy kink, lap sitting, pet names (use of babygirl) word count: 2.2k

the first time your boyfriend's father kisses you, it's because you ask him to.

you've always looked at him a bit differently, always found yourself taking quick peeks out of the corner of your eye whenever he's in the room, given him shy smiles and giggled at all his jokes (most of which were actually funny, believe it or not). the first time you'd met him you'd gone to shake his hand, expecting a firm shake and a quick nod like your own father, but he'd surprised you completely when he'd wrapped you up in his arms, given you a bear hug and softly told you he was so happy to meet you.

your boyfriend always rolls his eyes at his father's affection, his jokes, his quirks. it's been almost disappointing in a way, to see the way his father behaves in comparison to his son. your boyfriend constantly seems to cultivate a cold exterior - and interior, if you're being honest with yourself - while his father radiates warmth and welcomeness, a safeness you've never seen in your own father. you wonder how your boyfriend is able to take such advantage of his father's kindness, that safety that so many people can only crave and never experience.

the two of you fight a lot, but this is normal for you. every relationship you've had - whether familial or romantic - has involved some form of conflict. it's just the way things are; you've come to accept that. the only difference is that before this you never had a third party standing on the outside, witnessing it, worrying about it.

"are you okay?"

the first time he catches you crying you feel embarrassed; until this point you've put on a good front, been your sweet and passive self around him. now he sees a different side of you, the side everyone else in your life has seen dozens of times. the side that hurts, feels pain, suffers.

you nod, leaning against the banister of the front patio and biting your lip, "yeah, i'm fine," your voice cracks and breaks - you're not fine, your boyfriend just berated you for messing up his concentration during one of his stupid games, called you a waste of space. but you're not going to tell his father that.

"you don't look fine," he murmurs, taking a step toward you, "something happen?"

you shake your head, "no really, i'm okay, mr. miller."

"joel," he corrects you softly with a gentle smile, and you try to smile back.

"joel," you repeat, "sorry."

"don't be sorry," he says tenderly, taking another step toward you and carefully placing a hand on your shoulder, "i want you to know...if you ever need to talk to somebody, i'm here. i'll always listen, alright?"

you're not sure what to say; no one has ever given you an offer like that before. it's confusing and surreal. your brow furrows but you slowly nod, "okay."

he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze and then goes back inside the house, leaving you standing there alone. the ghost of his touch weighs heavily for the rest of the evening, his words echoing in your mind. he can't really mean that, can he?

the next time he sees you cry it's only about a week after the first time, and this time he knows what's wrong. you can see it in his expression, the quiet anger burning behind his glasses for his own son.

"i won't defend him," he tells you softly, sitting next to you on the couch in the living room while your boyfriend yells something incoherent down the hall, "you can talk to me."

you find yourself confiding in him briefly, only briefly. you don't go into much detail, just tell him you hate being made to feel worthless, that it's something you've dealt with for a long time. he touches your shoulder again, squeezes it calmingly, reassuringly. you look into his eyes and feel yourself falling before you can even register it. he cares about you.

you think about him a lot. during the day, nights, when you're in bed and can't sleep and just want somebody to hold you. you imagine his arms wrapped around you, remember that first time you met when he'd hugged you so tight and welcomed you so warmly. you want him to hold you like that again, touch you, love you. you touch yourself and pretend it's his fingers, you bury your face in your pillow as you come and pretend it's his chest.

you think of him when you have sex with your boyfriend. you'd feel bad, but you've started to become numb with the way he treats you, uses you. you close your eyes and curl your hand in his hair and pretend it's his father on top of you, his father inside you, his father kissing your neck.

every week your boyfriend competes in ridiculously boring online competitions; you show up at his house only for the promise of seeing joel, talking to him, sharing a quick moment in the kitchen or living room with him. you sit on your boyfriend's bed and watch from afar as he bangs on the keyboard and shouts aggressive things into his microphone, sounding like a whiny and petulant child. you wonder what you even see in him anymore, what you even saw in him to begin with. you should end it, you know you should. but then how would you see his dad?

he berates you again for messing up his concentration, tells you to leave for a bit and to "stop being so annoying". you don't even protest, just climb off his bed and leave the room, slamming the door louder than necessary behind you.

joel spends a lot of time in his office; he's the head of a contracting company, always making plans, doing paperwork, making phone calls. he has his shit together, another thing you feel drawn to. he's the only person in your life who seems to know exactly what to do in any given situation, knows who he is and where he's going.

you find yourself climbing the stairs and knocking softly on his office door. "come in," he calls from inside, and you slowly push it open.

he looks up from his desk, scattered with paper and blueprints. his brow furrows when he sees it's you, "hey, sweetheart, you alright?"

you close the door behind you and then stand there for a few seconds just staring at him; he's got on a cozy looking grey sweater, knitted and warm. his jeans are dark and his socks are mismatched, a quirk you love. he looks perfectly disheveled in his joel miller sort of way, hair thick and curly, beard scruffy and soft. his glasses accentuate the kindness of his eyes, the tenderness as he looks at you. he's like a comforting beam of light, a safe haven.

"can you hold me?" you ask softly, barely a whisper. it's out before you even know you're saying it, and then you're biting down hard on your lip and feeling tears prick in your eyes.

he seems surprised but only for a moment, then he makes his way toward you in two long strides and wraps his arms around you, pulling you in and holding you close. you melt into his embrace, burying your head in his warm sweater and almost collapsing into his arms, feeling yourself begin to cry steadily. you should feel embarrassed but you're too overwhelmed by the feeling of finally being held by him again, feeling him so close, inhaling the comforting scent of him.

you feel him press a soft kiss to the top of your head, a gesture of comfort and safety, nothing more, "you're okay," he murmurs into your hair, "i've got you."

he holds you like that for a long time and makes no move to let go, just lets you stand there and take what you desperately need from him. your cries die down eventually until you're sniffling lightly into the thick fabric of his sweater and just breathing him in. his hands trail up and down your back comfortingly, tracing patterns and words, almost like a secret language.

"i feel safe with you," you mumble against his chest, but the words are muffled and hard to make out.

"hm?"

you pull back a bit to peer up at him with tear-filled eyes, cheeks pink and puffy, "i feel safe with you," you repeat, voice shaky but much more relaxed, calm.

he smiles softly, peering down at you with that familiar tenderness, "i'm glad," he murmurs, and you swear you catch his eyes trail down to your lips for a brief moment, "i want you to feel safe with me."

"can you kiss me?" you whisper, voice breaking on the last word, not caring that this could make or break the quiet companionship you've formed with him, "please."

his brow furrows again but he doesn't pull away, lips parting a bit in surprise, "sweetheart, i'm not sure that's-"

"please," you repeat, voice raw and desperate, "it's all i think about."

his expression relaxes then, the tenderness returning. with a resigned look you watch as he leans his face down toward you; you close your eyes and allow him to press his lips gently against yours, soft and sweet. he's so gentle, so warm, so safe. your arms wrap tighter around him as you kiss him back, a soft whimper falling from the back of your throat. it's perfect. he's perfect.

when he pulls away he leaves his forehead pressed against yours, and when you open your eyes your heart stutters when you see his face so close, lips wet from your saliva and eyes dark with desire.

"that what you needed?" he murmurs softly, nose brushing against yours.

you nod and kiss him again, humming quietly against him when he pulls you in closer and palms your back firmly, holding you close. you're not sure how it happens but you both end up on the small couch in the corner of his office, him sitting back against the cushions while you seat yourself in his lap, a leg on either side of his thighs. his hands travel inside your shirt, exploring the soft expanse of your back as you whimper again into his mouth and revel in the feeling of being touched by someone so different.

"what else do you need?" he breathes, voice deep and husky as his hands travel from your back to your face, cradling it in his palms, "i'll give it to you, sweetheart, anything you ask. just tell me."

you could say a multitude of things; you could tell him to kiss you again, touch you, fuck you, the list goes on. and you want him to do all of that, but the one thing on your mind is what inevitably slips past your lips.

"i just want you to hold me," you whisper, and you don't care if you sound pathetic, "please."

he looks at you with a great deal of pain in his eyes, an empathetic gaze you've seen numerous times. he thumbs your cheeks, wipes away the tears there and slowly nods.

"okay, babygirl," he murmurs, "i'll hold you."

you sit in his lap for the next hour. it's quiet and peaceful and perfect; he rubs your back while you bury your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in and letting his presence completely invade your senses. you fall asleep briefly, but when you wake up you're happy to find that you're still in his lap, still being held. he makes absolutely no moves to remove you from him, to pull away or leave the room. he just holds you.

"thank you," you whisper finally; it's time to leave, you know this. your boyfriend will be looking for you soon, wondering where you went and why you didn't come back. you pull your face up from joel's neck and look down at him with tenderness, love.

"any time," he murmurs with a gentle smile, then leans forward a bit to press a tiny kiss to the tip of your nose, "i mean it, sweetheart. any time you're upset, any time you need to be held...you come to me, okay?"

you nod, biting down on your lip to keep the tears at bay, "no one's ever held me like this before," you whisper, "not even my own father."

his brows scrunch together and he touches your arms, squeezing them carefully in his hands, "i'm sorry, babygirl," he breathes, "you don't deserve that," his eyes capture yours in an intimate gaze, "you deserve the world."

the word is there, fighting to be spoken behind your lips. but you don't say it. you don't want to make him uncomfortable, don't want to ruin something that's only just started. but you feel it there, the desire to call him what you've been wanting to call him since the day you met. but that's a conversation for another day.

instead of words, you settle for a kiss. you lean down and touch your mouth to his, feel the gentle scratch of his scruff against your chin as you open a bit wider to allow his tongue to prod inside, just for a moment. he tastes like comfort, feels like safety.

daddy.

[cameronspecial]

I need this brothers best friend https://www.instagram.com/reel/C6zJgc0PzA9/?igsh=MWV6aGtnYWp3c2x0eQ== and reader, Rafe, topper and Kelce are on the road he speeds up and comes by and makes sure she’s good, if she’s hungry or wants a sip of his water and when they stop for a break he comes over to her bike and zips up her jacket like he did in the video and gives the reader his jacket for her ass cause “her shorts are too tight” btw Rafe and reader arent dating it’s just a tension and fluff and you can add a kiss if you want

can I say that I admire your work and love how you respond to requests by like a day your my favorite account on here I wish I could give you multiple follows and sorry for the yapping 💗💗🫶🏼🫶🏼 (if you haven’t noticed I use 💗💗🫶🏼🫶🏼 on all of my requests)

Under The Moonlight, On A Motorcycle

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Thorton!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

A/N: Aww, thank you so much for the love! You are too sweet.

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Rafe thinks this is a terrible idea. She doesn’t even have a license. He doesn’t know why Topper allowed her to do it in the first place; Rafe told his best friend he shouldn’t. Topper doesn’t listen though because whatever the Kook Princess wanted, she got. So now, all Rafe can do is watch in judgment while the brother helps his sister get ready for her first solo ride on her own bike. She nods with a concentrated look on her face as her twin goes over the workings of the bike. Once she is ready, she places her purple custom-made helmet on her and swings her leg over the seat. Topper heads to his bike and gets on, jutting his chin in Rafe’s direction. 

He nods, “Alright, let’s go.” Four engines rev and the motorcycles are propelled forwards. Wind breezes past them as they navigate the streets under the glow of the moonlight. They don’t have a destination in mind. They never do. Their late-night drives are about the atmosphere. 

The leader of the group’s head swivels, spotting Kelce and Top easily beside him. His eyebrows furrow behind his helmet when he can’t see Y/N. He eases his fingers off the throttle and his speed begins to decelerate. The boys quickly overpass him, which reveals her location at the back of the group. Rafe passes his gaze over her figure and notices the way the sides of her leather jacket trail behind her because it is unzipped. His right hand lifts for a second to motion to the next exit and he hopes she understands what he means. 

The duo finds a dirt clearing on the side of the road and pulls into it. Their engines turn off almost in synch. She remains straddling her bike and observes while he gets off his and takes his headgear off. “Why did we pull over?” she questions. He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gets signs for her to hop off her bike. She follows his orders and kicks the stand down so she can lean against her belt. She doesn’t take her helmet off but does when she sees he is waiting for her to do so. “See, talking is so much easier when we can all hear each other,” he mumbles, standing in front of him. He reaches down for the bottoms of her jacket and brings them together by the zipper. “Now, we pulled over because your jacket wasn’t zipped. It’s cold and it could distract you while you ride.” Her head bobs at her words and she thanks him after he finishes. “Are you okay? You’re training behind us. Are you hungry? Thirsty?” he interrogates. She doesn’t need to think about her response, “I’m okay. I don’t need anything. I just need to get used to the feeling. I think.”

“If you’re sure, then okay. We can get back on the road. I’m sure Kelce and Top are waiting for us,” Rafe announces, stepping back to head back to his motorcycle when he processes her full outfit. “Damn it. This is exactly why I told your brother this was a bad idea. You can’t even wear the right clothes,” he mumbles to himself. He approaches her again, removing his protective jacket. “What are you doing?” she objects, feeling the material wrap around her waist. He gives it one final tug and stands back in satisfaction. The sleeve of his jacket carcass her waist and the back of it brushes against the back of her knees. He subtly bites his bottom lip at the sight. 

“Your shorts are too short. If you get into an accident, your legs aren’t protected,” he informs, resuming his path to his vehicle. Her hand darts out from her side and her fingers wrap around his wrist. He spins in her direction with concern in his eyes, “Is everything okay?” She gives him a warm smile, stepping forward to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for your advice and concern. I know you don’t like this idea,” she whispers. Her helmet slides back onto her head and she gets onto her bike. He turns away to hide his smile, muttering a “You’re welcome” under his breath. 

Rafe sits on his motorcycle and the two of them get back onto the highway. It doesn’t take them long to find their other riding companions, who were clueless about the sweet moment shared between them and the feelings growing between them.

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[starlightsreigns]

there goes my baby | j. uso

summary: jey isn't ashamed of how much he loves his raye, and he's going all out for their anniversary.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none, pure fluffy fluff.

author's note: i got a request for jey fluff and had this in the vault, so it gave me a reason to finish it!! ignore my errors pls x

there goes my baby..

Raye, unbeknownst to her, was being watched from the bathroom where she was finishing up with her hair. Her boyfriend, Jey, lingered in the doorway, away from her eyeline, just watching as she finished her makeup and brushed out her now now straightened her that flowed down to her waist. She absentmindely listened to music, singing along to Usher for the past hour. When she came out of the bathroom, Jey was sitting on the bed, head buried in his phone, yet he was still watching his girl from the corner of his eyes. 

bet you ain’t know that i be checkin you out, and you be puttin your heels on…

The way her fingers skillfully put on her shoe then slowly run up to her knees as she pulled herself up to work on the other one caught all his attention. Jey couldn’t help but bite his lip at her actions, watching the way her ass poked in the air, the way her hair fell over her shoulder, but it didn’t hide her face that graced a smile filled with concentration. Everything about her screamed perfection. Raye flipped her head back as she straightened out, turning away from him to reach her jewellery on the dresser. The couple lock eyes in the mirror on the wall. She sends him the sweetest smile, completely lost in her own thoughts and the music playing the background. 

i get chills whenever i see your face and see you in the place, girl…

Jey makes his way to stand behind Raye, helping her with her necklace, taking the moment to feel her soft skin under his fingers. She shudders softly, looking up to meet his eyes again. The softness in his eyes made butterflies flutter in her stomach. It was their anniversary. Two years of being together and in that moment it felt like just yesterday they had said I love you for the first time. 

i’ve been waitin all day to wrap my hands around your waist and kiss your face… 

Raye twirls in her heels to face him, resting her hands on his chest to stare up at him. Jey wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him before capturing her lips in a kiss. It was soft, warm, and it tugged on Raye’s heartstrings. She could feel his every emotion in that one kiss. When they pulled away, they were breathless and all they could do is rest their foreheads against one anothers. 

“I love you, baby.” 

Raye smiles, attempting to wipe the red lipstick off his lip but he stops her. 

“Nah, leave it mama, I like it.” He chuckles, kissing her again. 

“I love you more.” She murmurs then plants a firm kiss on his cheek, leaving another bright lip print that makes her grin. “I’ve always loved red on you.” 

It was nearly a struggle for them to leave the house. There was nothing more that Jey wanted than to strip down and lay in the bed for the rest of the night, but he had too much planned for his girl, so he ushered them into the car and into the forty five minute drive. Raye kept her fingers interlaced with Jey’s as she sang along to the same song that played before they left the house. 

wouldn’t trade this feeling for nothing, not even for a minute…

Every now and then, as they cruise down the semi busy highway, Jey would take a glance at Raye whose eyes trained out the window. The ease at which her eyes followed cars, the slight frown on her face when she was deep in a thought, or the way her lips would upturn when she zoned back in to hear the music were his favorite things about her. Jey hums to himself as he focuses his attention on the road, running his thumb over her hand. 

Dinner was sweet. Raye sat beside Jey in the booth, people watching as they waited for their food. Their hands were still interlaced and resting on his thigh. Jey gave it a light squeeze to capture her attention. 

“You look so beautiful tonight.” 

Raye’s grin could light up the dim room as she wiped some of her lipstick off his lip, “Thank you, lovey, you look real handsome.” She ran her hand down the side of his face. “Happy anniversary.”

“Two years already,” He chuckled. “Can’t believe you dealt with me for that long.”

“Man, hush, of course I would.” Raye playfully punched his chest. “This is already upstaging last year.” 

Their one year anniversary unfortunately saw Jey on the road and out of the country. It was unfortunate, but he flew her out to Japan and made it the best it could be with sightseeing and dinner the night of. She appreciated all the effort even though he had a lot of media in between. It was by far a great experience, but being with him and having his undivided attention was more than enough. 

“This is better than, Japan?” He gasped sarcastically, laughing at the roll of her eye. “I got more for you tonight, mama, just wait.” 

Raye raises an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously because of his mischievous grin. 

ꕀ  ꕀ  ꕀ

“Are your eyes close, mama, don’t be peakin’ now,” Jey laughs as he leads Raye through the door of the hotel room. He positions her with a full view of the room before stepping away. 

Raye, with her eyes still close, covers her mouth as she giggles listening to him stumble around the room making noise. When it goes quiet, she takes a breath feeling left out. “Babe, what’s goin’ on?” She reaches out to feel him but is met with nothing but the air. 

“Okay, okay, open ‘em,” She can hear the smile in his voice. 

As Raye’s eyes adjust to the light, she gasps at the sight in front of her, instinctively covering her mouth with her hand. The room is covered in flowers, pink and white peonies, her favorite. She glances at him as he watches the way her eyes light up. Raye takes slow steps as she continues to look around – pink rose petals adorn the bed, several bags for different stores and designers sit on the window sill, beside them are several photographs of the couple over the past two years. Her hand lightly grazes the one of them on their very first trip out of the country then the one of them at their first Christmas. Jey even went to the lengths of lighting candles around the room, there were beautiful red heart balloons everywhere, and the date of their anniversary spelled out in balloons against the bed frame. 

It was all so much more than she could’ve imagined. Raye turned to look at Jey, the tears brimming her makeup-filled eyes. He quickly made his way to hear, holding her face in the palm of his hands, just surveying her face, waiting for her reaction. 

“This is a forever thing,” She smiled up at him watching relief wash over his face. “Me and you, forever?” 

Jey chuckled, pulling her into him, “This a forever thing, baby.” 

“I love you, I love this, I love us.” Raye squeezed him tightly, never wanting to let him go. 

When they separate, Raye steps closer to survey the pictures that he chose. She stares at one of them at riverfall where her hair was soaked and they’re laughing. She lets out a laugh and turns mid sentence - 

“Do you remember how…” Raye stops abruptly to see Jey down on his knee. “Bro?” Is all she’s able 

Jey lets out a laugh, “Only you Raye, I love you so much, and I wanna make this a forever thing. You’re the greatest woman I’ve ever met in my entire life. Will you marry me?” 

Raye’s mouth hangs open as she stares at him. She can’t form the thoughts and all she can do is nod viciously. A few tears fall down her cheek as she crouchs down in front of him. 

“Of fucking course, you beuatiful man, I’ll marry you.” She basically screams in excitement, wrapping her arms around him. “Oh my god, are you serious?” 

“So serious, baby.” Jey squeezes her, helping her up off the ground. “So, this anniversary still better than Japan?” 

Raye rolls her eyes with a grin, “Like, a million times better.” 

can't tell how i feel about this, but we need more jey fluff in this world. x yeet.

[daydreams-after-dark]

Pairing: musician!Han x reader… bartender!chan x reader … security guard!Changbin x reader.

Synopsis: Han asks you to meet him in the corridor at a bar. Chan and Changbin join in for the fun.

About a 7 minute read.

This story is moderately unhinged. Porn without plot.

Unhinged level: 🤡🤡🤡🤡

A/n: I couldn’t sleep the other night and thought to myself “what’s a naughty fantasy I could write about that isn’t realistic in the slightest?” but also not fantasy genre (one day I’ll write a non human Han story, promise).

This is what I came up with. Please be safe when having sex. The following isn’t recommended except in delululand where anything goes. 😜

CW: unprotected p in v sex with multiple strangers in a semi public space (a bar) and ppl see // voyeurism // exhibitionism // sub reader // 3Racha cum dump situation // gagging with underwear// mating press kind of// oral sex m rec// slight degradation- they talk like reader isn’t there // size, stretch kink// mild pain kink// I don’t offer a safe word option in this story but I promise reader wants it all (cos I made her up)// like I said it’s not realistic // if you are uncomfortable with any CW please don’t read.

A/n (again): Okay so now that’s out of the way… the scenario that got me hot and bothered…

Oh and by the way way if you want to be tagged in my after dark content because you’re as filthy as me, please let me know 😘

Really… let’s get started… I’m writing this 3 wines in 🤪 so who knows where we’ll end up. 🫣

You sit on a stool at the bar watching the musician on stage. His name’s Han, and he is singing a love song whilst playing his acoustic guitar. He’s fucking gorgeous and you can’t keep your eyes off him.

The bar itself is pretty empty. There’s the bartender. His name tag says “Chan”, a dozen or so patrons and a security guy pacing the entry way. You’re dressed up far more than anyone else here tonight in your short, tight, stretchy boob tube style dress and strappy stilettos.

Han finishes his song, and apparently his set list because he leaves the stage and some random music comes through the speakers. You turn back to face the bar and concentrate on your drink.

That’s when you feel a hand on your thigh. You turn to see who has the audacity, the nerve, to just come up and do that and find it’s none other than Han himself. Your breath catches in your throat. But he doesn’t actually acknowledge you. He just reaches over the bar, grabs a pen and scribbles something on the back of a coaster and pushes it in front of you. Then after a knowing, silent exchange with Chan, Han is gone.

You look down at the coaster to see a note, an invitation, just for you.

Meet me in the corridor in three minutes.

Corridor? You look around the bar.

“He means the corridor outside the bathrooms.” Chan informs you, like he’s seen this play out before. Oh? So Han does this often? You wonder for half a second, until your feel your pussy throb. You’d better listen to your pussy, you tell yourself.

…..

He’s waiting against the wall outside the bathrooms. Just like Chan said.

You take deep breath and bravely walk up to stand in front of him. He smells intoxicating.

“Hey?” You say quietly.

“Hey, baby.” He replies in a deep, husky voice.

You take a step towards him but in one swift move he turns you around and presses you against the wall.

You cry out in surprise at the forcefulness, then moan into his mouth when he crashes his lips on yours. His hands slide down your sides and then grope your ass as he presses himself against you.

You feel your body spark with arousal as he makes out with you in a rough, urgent way. His hands move down to then reach up under the hem of your dress. He slowly inches it up beginning to expose your ass. You pull away from the kiss and he moves his mouth to your neck.

“M-maybe…we should…take it to the bathroom?” You say.

Han nibbles your ear, his hands cup your bare ass cheeks. “Here’s just fine, baby.” He whispers.

“What?” You yelp.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here, not in a filthy toilet.” He grinds against you again and he’s so fucking hard it makes your cunt ache.

You see two women come out of the ladies room and glance over to where you are in the hall. They throw you an encouraging glance and throw a fist in the air to say “you go girl.”

“W-what about protection? You got something?” You pant. He’s really getting to you, and if he were to touch you right there, he’d know how ready you are for him to fill you with his cock.

His hands pull your dress up further exposing your red thong, and he hooks his hands into the sides of your underwear and peels them down your thighs.

You can hardly believe what’s happening when he’s dropped down momentarily to pick them up off the floor.

“Baby,” his voice is serious as his mouth inches closer to your cheek. “You’re asking too many questions. Just do as I say.” He shoves your panties into your mouth. Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Now listen.” He kisses your neck softly and his hands come back to squeeze at your ass. “I’m gonna fuck you raw.” Another kiss to the corner of your mouth this time. “And I’m not gonna pull out.” He yanks your panties out of your mouth. “You understand?”

Your body feels like jelly. His words are turning you on far too easily. You nod vigorously. “Yes. I understand.” You gasp. The panties are pushed back into your mouth and Han smirks at you.

“You’re such a good girl.” He caresses your body. You’re melting under his touch. “I saw you watching me.” His fingers tease the edge of your pussy. You need him to touch you so bad. You feel a thrill knowing you’re naked from the waist down and your dress up around your waist - In a public hallway for fucks sake. Anyone could stumble across you. It makes your pussy squeeze.

You wrap your arms around his neck and begin to grind yourself against his clothed crotch, trying to get him to touch you already.

He slips his fingers between your legs and slides his finger along your pussy. “Fuck baby. I gotta fuck you right now.”

His hands leave your body to undo his pants and release his cock. You don’t even get to see it because he’s lifting you up and your legs automatically wrap around him. He presses you against the wall at the same time he manages to plunge deep into your cunt. You cry out around the panties in your mouth.

He’s inside of you. Fucking you raw just like he said he was going to. He fucks you deep and slow, leaning in close against you and breathing ragged breaths. “Fuck, you feel good… knew your pussy would feel perfect around my cock.” He panted.

Your eyes roll back into your head as this man you’ve barely exchanged two words with is fucking you better than anyone has in a long time.

A few minutes pass and you’re feeling delirious from the relentless pace Han has built up to and you close your eyes, relishing the feeling of being used like this.

You open your eyes to see two men approaching, and you’re startled for a second until you realise who they are.

Chan and the security guard, Changbin is what his name tag says. Fuck you’re going to be kicked out. Banned for life.

But they’re not here to kick you out. Chan comes up to your left, Changbin on your right.

“So you’ve found Han I see.” Chan notes as he breathes on your cheek.

“She’s an eager one. Look at her with her pussy out on display.” Changbin growls.

“Does she feel good, Han?” Chan asks.

“Fuck, yeah! She’s so tight. Such good pussy.” He pants and thrusts harder causing you to whimper.

Chan and Changbin start to kiss your neck, nip your earlobes, breath hot heavy on your skin. The additional physical contact, and just the scenario itself, makes your core tighten. Your orgasm is approaching, you can feel it building rapidly.

“Fuck, look at her responding! She likes the idea of three guys huh?” Changbin notes.

“Hey Hannie, let’s help you out a bit, yeah?” Chan smirks.

Chan and Changbin hook an arm under each of your legs, holding you up and essentially pinning you to the wall behind you. Your arms automatically hold onto their shoulders, as they continue to bury their faces in your neck.

Han pulls out of you the whole way and takes in the sight before him.

“Fuck! Look at her pussy. It’s dripping.” He says.

The two others look down and moan and curse under their breath. Han runs his hands along your inner thighs, pushing them wider. Chan and Changbin pull your legs out as far as they can and then push your bent knees up higher. It’s like they’re trying to get you into as close as a mating press as possible.

“Han, you should get her tits out too.” Changbin suggests. Han obliges and yanks down your strapless dress, spilling your breasts out. It causes a commotion as their hands start to grope and knead them.

Han steps closer, ready to penetrate you again. “This is gonna be so deep, baby.” He pushes his cock back inside you and cups the underside of your ass for leverage.

It is so fucking deep that you swear you can feel him in your throat. He slams into you time and time again. It hurts, but in the most satisfying way. Tears prickle at your eyes from how good you’re being fucked and then you cry out around your panties as you orgasm.

“Shit…shit…fuck…baby…so…slippery…” Han pistons into you frantically. “Fuck I’m cumming, baby.” You feel his release deep inside you, against your cervix, leaving you both panting as you try to catch your breath.

He pulls out, removes your panties from your mouth and uses it to catch his cum that starts to seep out of your hole. Once he’s satisfied, he balls up the underwear and shoves it back in your mouth.

“My turn.” Says Changbin. He swaps places with Han. They continue to hold you in this position as Changbin lines his cock up with your entrance. He’s thicker than Han and the stretch makes you moan a deep guttural sound.

“Yeah, you like Binnie’s cock, hmm?” Chan cooes. “Didn’t know she’d be such a cockslut when I served her drinks.” He added.

“I could tell.” Han replies and licks the skin on your neck.

You’re loving the way they’re talking about you like you’re not there or can’t hear them.

Changbin sets a slow and steady pace, but the way he angles his cock at the end of each thrust sends jolts of pleasure through you. He doesn’t change pace or intensity the entire time he’s fucking you. It’s relentless, excruciating, frustrating that he won’t go faster. You can’t do anything about it because you’re pinned in place.

You sob around the panties in your mouth and your mascara is running down your face as you cry. You need to cum again.

You feel fingers encroach your asshole and start to explore you there. Please don’t tease me. You think to yourself. You don’t know whose fingers they are, but when one squeezes into your tight hole, you cum instantly.

“Fuck! She’s cum again. Such a good girl.” Han praised you.

“Shit, she clamps down hard doesn’t she?” Changbin growls. He suddenly pulls out and coats your inner thighs with his cum.

Again, your panties are removed and used to wipe up as much cum off you as possible and then it’s put back in your mouth.

They release you and help steady you on your feet. Han and Changbin continue to kiss and caress, squeeze and nip at your body.

“My turn now, babygirl.” Chan says pulling a chair into the hallway. He sits himself on the chair, holding his erect cock in his hand. It’s enormous, and you’re not sure how you’re going to manage it.

“Come, sit on my cock. I want to feel if you’re as tight as these two are saying.”

You carefully straddle Chan, facing away from him so the other two can get a full view, and lower yourself over his cock. He stretches you so wide as you slowly sink down. Once you reach halfway you stop. It’s not going to fit.

“You’ve got a bit more to go, sweetheart. Do you need help?” He grabs hold of your hips and pulls you down the rest of the way. You whimper. It’s too deep. He’s too big.

“Now babygirl, you’re gonna fuck yourself on me. Make me cum.” He growls.

You press your stilettos into the carpet and start to bounce on Chan’s cock. The impact against your cervix is brutal and you cry out each time his cock makes contact with it.

You’re not sure how much you can take, but you want to be a good girl, you want to please them. You want to show them you make Chan cum. You ride him wildly with all the enthusiasm you can. Just like in the porn you love to watch. You reach down and rub at your clit, and your other hand comes to your breast. You want to put on a show.

“Fuck, look how red and swollen her cunt is!” Changbin stares at where you and Chan are connected, dick in his hand.

“Makes me want to fuck her again.” Han declares as he pumps his own hardening cock. “Bet it’s twice as tight now.”

They’re right. You are swollen and sore, but it feels so fucking good and you can’t stop.

You reach out, ushering Han and Changbin closer. They step forward and you wrap your hands around their cocks.

Chan’s hands wrap around your front so he can grab onto both of your tits, and Han reaches down to play with your clit.

“That’s the way baby. Your hand feels so good around my cock.” Moans Han.

“How does her cunt feel, Chan?” Asks Changbin.

“Tiny. Feels like I’m gonna split her in two. Fuck, I wanna break her little cunt.”

That was enough. Those obscene words took you over the edge and you were cumming again. Harder than ever.

“Babygirl, I’m close! Fuckin’ milk me. Make me cum. Yes. Yes. Good… fucking pussy…suck it all out me… There you go. There you go.” chan groans, filling you up.

“Quick. Kneel on the floor.” He’s is quick to shove you off his cock.

You kneel on the floor as instructed, and continue to pump Han and Changbin as they stand in front of you. Han rips your panties out of your mouth only to stuff it with his cock. Changbin holds the back of your head while Han fucks your throat. He’s not gentle and you gag. It seems to spur him on, each thrust deeper into your throat. Then he pulls out to tell Changbin do the same.

They take turns like this for a while, even attempting to stick them both in your mouth at once, with Chan slouched on the chair working on getting himself hard again.

Han and Changbin release you and admire the saliva, tears and smeared mascara all over your face.

Then the the three of them stand in front of you pumping their cocks.

“Okay, baby. You ready? Keep your mouth and eyes open for us.” Chan says.

You open your mouth wide and do your best to keep your eyes open as Han, Changbin and Chan shoot ropes of cum all over your face. Some gets in your mouth, but most of it lands on your cheek, eyebrows and caught in your eyelashes.

Fuck you looked like a cum dump with a bucketload on your face, and Chan’s cum running down your leg.

“So fucking pretty.” Han smears the cum around your face.

Your panties are again used to wipe your face, but they are so wet that it can’t absorb anything else.

Chan comes behind you and scoops up some of the leaking cum and pushes it back inside you.

Then they get you to stand up and put your cum-filled panties back on. They feel so wet and dirty. You fix your dress, pulling it back down over your ass and up over your tits.

You look around to find the men are gone.

“Well fuck me!” You say out loud.

“Well I hope I can again.” Han says a he comes out of the bathroom with paper towel. He wipes your face to get the remaining cum off your skin.

“I’m hoping you’ll come back to mine. I still have one more hole to fuck, and I really want to take my time with it.”

@kangnina @noellllslut @channieandhisgoonsquad @weareapackofstrays @itshannjisung

[luvrxbunny]

all bark

Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader 

Prompt: Filming

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, teasing, camera (obvi), a little bit of hair pulling, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.6k

A/N: the ending is kinda weird i think *crys*

Steve groans gruffly behind you as you bounce on his cock. His hands on your hips, pulling and pushing you against him, grinding your hips onto his dick as he moans. “So so, good, baby. Fuck.” Your eyes are shut in concentration as you try to picture his face, how red it would be, his hair is probably a mess on the pillow, and his pretty brown eyes, probably brimming with tears. You’re reverse cowgirl right now, not one of your favorite positions but Steve begged for it. 

Not because it’s a fantasy of his, but because he wanted to last longer. One of his main stimulants during sex- aside from the actual sex- is your face, the way it changes and contorts in pleasure, the way he can see written all over; how good he makes you feel. He can watch your eyes lose focus, cross, or roll back into your head. He can watch your lips tremble, be bitten, and part for your moans- your beautiful moans. 

Unfortunately, these things are almost too arousing for Steve, he’s never actually cum last. You're never far enough behind for it to be an actual issue, it’s not like he’s cumming the second he puts it in. He just cums a minute or two before you, but he makes sure to get you off no matter what. He’ll give you his fingers, mouth, thigh, or even use whatever toy you want, he’d do whatever you want to get you off so not even once did you ever have a problem with his situation. It’s more of a pride thing for Steve. 

For example; right now Steve is thrusting into you with reckless abandon, he’s laughing and teasing you because he knows that he won’t be cumming first this time. He’s playing more dominant than he usually does, saying phrases that you both know would normally be directed at him. 

He goes silent and his hands leave your hips and your pace falters for a moment, still fucking yourself on him slowly as you try and figure out what he’s doing. Then, you hear the subtle ‘click’ of his camcorder and Steve’s most dominant ‘bedroom voice’ reach your ears. “Yeah, look at how wet she is..!” He’s speaking with a soft gasp of shock, one that has you clenching around him. “That’s so good, baby. You’re such a good girl.”

You smile and roll your eyes at him, speeding up your pace at the praise nonetheless. “Fuck. That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. I know how much of a slut you are for it.” Your brows furrow as you listen to Steve and try to maintain your pace. “Always begging me for it.” His moans are starting to leak their way into his sentence as he spews lies for the camera.. You both know he’s usually the one doing the things he’s describing, he’s the one who begged for this entire scenario in the first place. You stop moving. 

“Uh-oh… I think baby got tired.” He says with a teasing pout in his voice, it breaks your last straw. You lift yourself off of him and turn around. You get to watch his face shift from a cocky, confident one to a feared, apologetic one. He knows what he did; bragging to the camera about something that never happened, painting himself as a big bad dom when you all know he’s a slut for you. It’s just a bit irking, Steve just needs to be put in his place. You feel a sadistic smirk spreading over your face slowly as you climb back into his lap. 

“What, Stevie?” The hand with the camcorder falters, almost dropping the camera as his eyes instantly cloud over, taking in your face, your expression, and your tone. He’s silent as you situate yourself in his lap, as you grip his dick, lining him up with your entrance. His eyes flicker down to where his tip is pressing into your soaked pussy and lowers the camera to his bedside. You quickly stop him, taking the camera from his hands. “No, don’t put this away now. I want to tape this, make a memory of it.”

You focus the camera on Steve’s face with a smirk, gripping his cock with your other hand and slowly pushing him inside. He tries to keep his eyes on where you two meet but eventually, they can’t help but dash up to your face for a moment, he wishes he hadn’t. Once his eyes meet yours, you sink yourself onto him fully, just dropping the rest of your weight to get his cock inside you. His eyes slam tightly shut as he whines your name for the camera, his hands are more clammy when they come back to your waist, shaking in an effort to preserve his dominant demeanor. 

It’s funny how quickly your pussy shuts him up, all the fire leaving his eyes as he relaxes into the bed. “What’s wrong, Stevie? You were so talkative before..?” You lean forward, placing one hand by Steve’s head to hold you up as you shove the camera in his face and start moving your hips. You grind against him slow, and deliberate to watch his features shift. He bites into his lip and shakes his head at you, unable to respond. His eyes are still shut tight and his hips are stuttering as they try to grind at the same pace. “C’mon… pussy got your tongue, Stevie?” 

You try not to laugh too much at your joke but a little giggle slips out at the way Steve moans at your words. You move the camera to the side of his face, turning the angle to get his side profile and you kiss him. His head comes off the bed to press your lips even closer as his hands run up the expanse of your back, holding you in place so you can keep kissing him. When you let go, he collapses against the bed again and stares you right in the eyes, with his teary, loving expression. “Aww. Look at my special guy.” You speak fondly, a soft love in your tone as Steve’s eyes roll back at your words. 

“You’re so good for me, Stevie. You’re so cute when you pretend that you have any control over me.” He whines out a garbled version of your name, his nails start to bite into your skin as his cock twitches inside you. “Yeah… You’re all bark aren’t you, honey? All I need to do is face you and you’re done for.” His head rolls back and forth over the pillow, eyes shut tight as he tries to focus on anything other than your words that stab him with arousal. 

 “Oh! You’re gonna cum, baby? Already?” His eyes snap open with a destroyed moan at your question. His eyes turn apologetic as he whimpers out apologies to you, his thumb stretches out from where his hand sits to play with your clit, whining and tensing at the way you squeeze him. “You were s-so bold bef-fore, Steve- baby. Just like that, my love." Your moans break your sentence, cracking your demeanor. "You’ve got it, there you go.” His hips start to thrust into you on their own, his feet planted on the bed to piston into you. “You were acting li-like you had all th-the power before. What happ- fuck- happened?” 

An amused smirk has the audacity to rest on Steve’s lips at your stuttering. “I’m sorry, okay? Can you please cum on me, sweetheart?” His wording has you almost creaming his dick instantly, craving to give him anything he wants. You bring the camera back into his face as your pussy starts to twitch around him. You smirk at him teasingly, ignoring the way your eyes can’t seem to focus while he punches into your G-Spot repeatedly. 

“You gonna cum first for me?” You whimper out to him, uncharacteristically whiny as he toys with your clit. You’re bouncing yourself on his cock now, trying to help him abuse your walls, trying to get him to cum in you before you soak him in your juices. His eyes are desperate but teasing and dangerous. “I don’t think so, honey.” 

You let out a sad whine at his words. You didn’t realize you’d miss him cumming first so much, you miss his moans, he’d be cumming in you already if you’d been turned around this whole time. “Stevie, please? I wanna cu-cum with you, I’ll cum with you.” You drop the camera slightly, resting your hand against the bed but still keeping it tilted at Steve. “Can we cum together, baby? I- I wanna cum with you.” 

Your voice breaks into a sobbing whine at the end as your hips double their pace, your orgasm just on the tip of your tongue, so so close. You can see Steve thinking over what you said and you know his answer. He already has that frantic look in his eyes, the look he gets when he’s trying desperately not to cum before you, when he’s trying his absolute hardest to wait for you. He nods vigorously and sits up to pull you in, crashing his lips to yours with a groan as his balls begin to empty themselves inside you. 

You moan into his mouth, shocked by the load, by how much he was pumping into you, and by how hard you’ve started cumming around him. His brows furrow against your face as your pussy chokes him, suffocating his dick inside your wet walls as he spits into you, his dick leaking everything it has into your pulsing, twitching pussy. He’s groaning sweetly into your mouth, whining and moaning thanks to you as his hips rock gently. Your eyes are rolled into your head, facing the ceiling as your hand grips his hair desperately, needing something to tether you to reality as your orgasm hits embarrassingly hard.

You’re trying to respond to Steve, tell him he doesn’t need to thank you, tell him how good he did, how good he feels but all the words seem to get lost in translation. They all come out as a loose whine, or moan of his name, a mumble of pleasure as you come down. A whisper of love as he cuddles you to sleep, whispering his own whispers to you as you drift off. 

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don't fuck your co-workers. kuroo tetsurō x fem!reader

+ tags & warnings; heavily suggestive, implied smut, use of the word "slut" like once & reader deffo sleeps around

+ a/n; listen to the title guys, don't fuck ur co-workers pls its not good and this does include dating, it's BAD (been there done that). also this is my longest one-shot yet (wc; 1544) AND first none inarizaki one-shot I AM A CHANGED WOMAN

Don’t fuck your co-workers.

That is the one unspoken rule of the workplace, right? It ruins the dynamic and adds unneeded tension to an already dreaded environment. But what if having sex with your coworkers is the only way to make it to the top. You were smart, you knew that. But more than your brains you had the looks. And even more dangerous, you knew how to use them. Use them to your advantage. Low of you? Maybe. Did it work? Yes. 

You can’t help but let out a sigh at the emails sitting in front of you. Who knew having a job meant you would actually have to do work. Maybe becoming a sugar baby would have been the easier option. As the music plays throughout your headphones, trying to find some motivation to respond to the endless company emails that sit in front of you. Maybe you should just walk out now and marry rich. 

“L/N-san? Are you good?” Your coworker says as he walks past your desk.

Your head darts up, looking at the handsome figure in front of you. Kuroo Tetsurō. One of the men in the building you have yet to sleep with. Kuroo was seen as higher than you in the business, so maybe getting in bed with him would give you a better chance at being the business woman you had dreamt of. 

“Earth to L/N?” Kuroo says again, this time waving his hand to get your attention.

Crap. You had zoned out. You nod your head in response. Kuroo peered down at you with confusion. “Actually, Kuroo-san, can you give me a hand responding to this email? I am unsure what they are asking…” you manage to spit out.

“Oh sure, L/N.” He walks next to you, leaning down looking at your monitor. It was an email from a random sports team. Even Kuroo could agree this email was confusing. As he read the words on the screen, you turned to look at him. He looked hot whilst concentrating. Actually, he had always been hot. But one step at a time, right? 

“Oh I see what they are asking now.” Kuroo then goes on to explain the email and how he would respond. You couldn’t help but look at him through your eyelashes. Maybe you were having too much fun sleeping around in the office. Call it what you want, but it gave you some fun and it was efficient. Almost all of the men fell under your control, all of them but Kuroo Tetsurō.

 You could tell Kuroo was paying attention to what you were doing, and he couldn’t deny his attraction to you. Ever since you were hired. Starting off as the pretty secretary all the men would flirt with on their way in. Leaving you coffee and treats each morning. All of the men but Kuroo, who tried to show zero interest in you. Keeping your relationship strictly professional. It wasn’t because he did want anything to do with you. He wanted everything to do with you. However when you had first walked in the building Kuroo was seeing someone, a lady who would often pop in. She was beautiful, sweet and funny. Everyone loved her. However, you started seeing her less. And eventually not at all. Of course this was strange, you happened to ask Kuroo one morning when he walked in when he casually mentioned their breakup. It was sad, but also gave you an opening. You know you should listen to girl code or whatever, but he was too good to miss out on. Maybe your morals weren’t there, but fuck morals. 

“Ah! I get it now, thanks Kuroo-san.” You say shyly, maybe he liked the more innocent approach? “I’ll finish it off now.” You smile.

“No worries, L/N san.” He responded, “If you need anything else I’ll be in my office.”

Good to know.

You looked at him once again, with an innocent look in your eyes. This worked on everyone else in the building. Why not him? The day continued as you answered emails, all your coworkers leaving the building as the sun went down.

“Bye Y/N!” Your coworker Rin said as he walked past. Now it was just you and Kuroo. After your encounter today you were determined to get something out of him. At this point it didn’t mater if fucking Kuroo lead to a promotion or not. It was more like your personal mission, the only thing to satisfy you. Was it a sexual fantasy? Essentially. I mean Kuroo was toned, he had dark hair and dark eyes. Kuroo exerted a mysterious and intriguing vibe. But on top of that Kuroo was funny, smart, cunning, and powerful. He wasn’t head of the JVA but he was high enough where if you convinced him to put in a good word your business woman fantasy would become more than true. 

You got up from your desk, adjusting your skirt and fiddling with the buttons of your shirt. Each step brings you closer to Kuroo as you knock on the door to his office. “Kuroo-san? Are you still here?” You ask softly, as you slowly open the door you see Kuroo sitting in his seat. His laptop closed. 

“Oh hey L/N-san did you need something? I was just getting ready to go home.” Kuroo replies, staring at you. Staring at you. If he didn’t know any better he would have eaten you alive. Your hair now slightly dishevelled, your blouse slightly unbuttoned leaving your lacy bra and cleavage on display, your skirt hugging your hips perfectly, and the thigh high boots making your legs look ever so sexy. Kuroo swears you didn’t look like this last time he saw you. He had heard rumours of your escapades, seeing you know he didn’t blame the men you toyed with. If he could, he would take you right here right now.

“Oh, I just kinda felt scared and lonely by myself. Pathetic to admit I know…” You admit with a very vulnerable tone. It wasn’t a lie, you were lonely and a little scared. You slowly start walking over to Kuroo’s desk, he slowly gets up and walks towards you closing the gap. “Kuroo-san? Why do you keep calling me L/N-san? You refer to everyone else by their first name? Everyone else refers to me by my first name…”

Kuroo knew the reason. It was so he formed no unneeded attachment to you. He already felt attached. For why? He will never know, since the day he met you even being in a relationship he wanted you. Maybe that was part of the reason Kuroo had broken up with his partner, but who knows? Anyone would be naive to deny the sexual tension between you and Kuroo. Maybe it was finally his time to strike? 

“Well why do you call me Kuroo-san, y/n.” He says his hand now on your face, tilting your head up to look up at him. God he looked good. “You call everyone else their first name.”

“I-I don’t know Ku-Tetsurō.” You can’t help but stutter. You were usually the dominant one but something about him made you weak. He had full control over you right now, and you enjoyed it. You know if someone walked in it would be over. You had fucked multiple co-workers before, never in the office. You weren't sure if Kuroo wanted you like that, right here and right now.

“You know, Y/N I have never been the biggest fan of my name… Yet it sounds so pretty when you say it, princess.” He says moving his face closer to yours. God that nickname made you have butterflies, made you want to give him everything right now. 

“Tetsu-” Kuroo cuts you off.

“But I am not going to act dumb with you right now, sweetheart. I know what you have been up to. I know about Rin, Haru, Emori, Yuto, etcetera. About you being the office slut.” He says into your ear softly. “Don’t think I am like one of them Y/N.”

You weakly nod.

“And you know this is wrong?” Kuroo asks.

Another nod comes out as you look up at him with doe-like eyes.

“So, why do you continue?” Kuroo questions.

“I wanted none of them, none of them satisfied me, Tetsurō.” You weakly admit.

“And you think I can do that?” Kuroo responds.

“I know you can, Tetsurō.” 

Kuroo began kissing up your neck, your arms wrapped around his. He slowly lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist. The kiss now moving to your lips, desperate. You both knew how long you wanted this, since the day you sat down as a secretary. It was even better than he could imagine, your lips soft and tender. You tasted like the watermelon lip balm he would watch you apply. Wishing it was him touching these lips instead.

It was wrong, oh so wrong.

“Tetsu- I need more than this.” You whine, pulling away for some air.

“I know, princess. Why don’t you pack up and we can go home, hm?” 

An offer you couldn’t refuse.

Lets just say, you got that promotion and so much more.

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