#who was gonna tell me drawing abs is so fucking easy

[twinkhunter47]

hi.. i did some anatomy studies today.. and i turned them into headcanon art...Enjoy

[angelfoxx]

Please go on about sub Dehya 🙏🙏🙏

i’ve been gone too long and nobody else has seen my vision so i’m back to feed u. sub!dehya who meets up with you at the tavern after a hard day of merc’ing and gets something stronger than usual. when you ask her about it, she just laughs and tells you that she pulled something in her back today, no big deal, she just wants something to let her relax and take the edge off.

sub!dehya, who finds herself back at your place, only you’re giggling as you work your hands against the column of her back and she’s biting her lip so hard she can taste blood because if she doesn’t, she’s gonna moan and you’re gonna hear her. and that’s embarrassing. because it won’t be deep and growly, it’ll be whiny and breathless and god, what if you think it’s annoying? ugly?

but oh, the way you’re working her back in your hands, your hands…god, your hands, the way your hands…

sub!dehya who, when a whine slips out between her clenched teeth, goes rigid so fast it pushes your hands away. sub!dehya, who sits up on her elbows and immediately starts apologizing for making noise because i didn’t mean to, that just felt really good—i’m so sorry, i’m so, so sorry.

sub!dehya, who stares at you with wide eyes when you laugh and brush it off with an easy wave. when you tell her it’s not a big deal, and you’re glad you can help—and when you throw a halfhearted tease into the mix (you’re a little sensitive, then?)she flushes fifteen shades darker and visibly short-circuits.

sub!dehya, who, despite your insistence on going back to trying to work out the knots in her back, is stuck on her noise and how you reacted. so sub!dehya, who sits up on her elbows again, much to your dismay, and looks you dead in the eyes and asks, point-blank, if you like her. like, not just as a friend. your hand is still on her back and so, despite her bravery in asking you straight-up, you can feel the way her heart starts beating faster and her breathing gets heavier and oh, the poor girl is shaking.

you aren’t stupid. you know how she feels about you. she’s tall and beefy and draws attention and so her “sneaky” glances at you haven’t been so sneaky and her “discreet” once-overs haven’t been so discreet and obviously the girl is helpful but the way sub!dehya drops everything to help you with anything, be it commissions or chores, and the way she grins at everyone’s praise but beams at yours…oh, she isn’t so good at keeping those feelings invisible.

so sub!dehya, who feels that surge of confidence start to ebb and feels almost sick with anxiety just as you grin and lean forward and holy fucking shit you’re straddling her ass and leaning over her side as you smirk and ask, voice honeyed, why?

sub!dehya, who short-circuits and swallows and aw, all those big muscles can’t protect her now, against you, because you’re inside of her, you’re under her skin and beneath her bones and you’re choking her heart like a vice in your hands. she starts to back off; you’re suddenly too close and you’re laughing, and she can’t take that. she barks out a breathless laugh and she starts to roll onto her back, hands pawing for a hold on the floor as she looks at you and looks away and tells you stop it, don’t do that. and you say do what? i’m not doing anything and she says yes you are, you know you are. stop it.

and sub!dehya, who gets fully on her back now and suddenly has you sitting on her lower stomach, legs splayed casually to either side, hands reaching down around her waist and thumbs skimming across her abs, all of which clench like clockwork under your touch. sub!dehya who holds her breath when you tilt your head and tell her no, really, i’m not doing anything. what do you think i’m doing? and she wants to reply with being mean but she can’t find the words. because for some reason, they come out sounding more like kiss me and then when she tries to correct herself they come out more like please and she can’t get the words right, but suddenly that’s okay, because you’re laughing again but then you’re leaning down and forking a hand through her hair and then you’re…so close, and she’s watching your face get so close it’s blurry, and…

…and sub!dehya, who’s waited for so long, shudders and gasps into your mouth as you kiss her and you taste sun and sand under a fresh layer of cherry lipstick

[duskamethyst]

deception.

a/n: if you ask me why i did this, the answer is i don’t know.

word count: 4.6k

genre: smut, nsfw, angst, quirkless AU

warnings: daddy kink, degradation, edging, age gap, implied cheating, reader is a little delusional

pairing: sugardaddy!bakugou x f!reader

summary: where you fall in love with your own sugar daddy and you finally confess to him.

pretending to be in love with old men for a couple of hours can be exhausting and it might seem like a nonideal way to get money, but desperate times call for desperate measures. you’ve met plenty of these people, who have too much money they could spend. some are just lonely; in need of company from a young, pretty girl and some just want to have fun despite having their wives and kids at home. they come and go, and you couldn’t care less about what happens to them after your encounter, as long as you get your money’s worth. 

but never have you ever thought that you’d be so attached to one. maybe entertaining sugar daddies isn’t that tiring when they’re really attractive (it’s natural to like good looking people, can anyone blame you?). he’s truly a sight for sore eyes and you often wonder how he possesses so much stamina in bed. bakugou makes you feel some kind of way, it’s wrong, but with more time you spend with him, you can’t help but to actually fall in love with the guy. he makes you feel antsy and you often find yourself waiting for his texts, either the dirty ones or the ones that expresses his anticipation to see you again soon.

it’s not like he doesn’t do the same thing as the others; buys you things you know you can’t afford, spends his money on fancy dinners and continues to spend the rest of the night with you at random five stars hotels after. the difference is, you actually somewhat enjoy being around him as his spoiled little princess and you find yourself to gladly do anything for him like the time you let him fuck you raw because he wanted to. 

for a man his age, bakugou is well maintained. you love to lay your head down on his huge chest and rake your nails on his broad back, eliciting deep grunts of pleasure from the man in return. he looks appetizing; toned abs and a happy trail that leads to his trimmed pubes and down to his massive cock. if it isn’t for the fine lines on his face and the white streaks on his hair, you wouldn’t think he’d be reaching 50. 

you don’t know if you should even feel jealous of his wife. if you were born years earlier, would he choose you instead? the thought of him being with someone else and vowed to be together for the rest of their lives makes you want to puke. bakugou must’ve realized that it was a mistake too. if he still loves her, why would he have his cock sink inside you? if he really loves her, why are you the one he tells that to instead? 

“daddy loves you. daddy loves fucking your tight cunt. baby, you feel so fuckin’ good– so fuckin’ good for daddy. love you too– fuck.”

you can already picture the image of him on top of you as you replay those same words like a broken record player inside your head; lips part slightly in heavy pants, vermillion irises overfill with lechery as he fucks you senseless.

daddy loves you. he loves you and you're more than certain that you love him. not for his money, not for the stuff he indulges you with but only for himself. 

you want him. you want him to make you all his. you want him to be able to see you freely and not sneaking behind someone else’s back. you want to sit pretty as you wait for him to come back home from work every day, all wet and ready to please him. he loves you, and that’s what he deserves after a stressful day. 

as soon as you get inside the room and kick off your heels, a strong pair of hands grab you by the thighs and easily lift you up. you wrap your legs around his waist in an instant, dropping your bag to the floor unceremoniously before circling your arms around his neck as he draws you in a passionate, hungry kiss. a battle of dominance has always been nonexistent when it comes to bakugou, he naturally holds everything in the palm of his hand and both of you like it that way.

his lips never stray away from yours, not even when he walks towards the bed with you clinging onto his strong physique while his hands squeeze firmly on the flesh of your bum before he breaks away, but only to throw you on the soft mattress. you prop up on your side, looking up at him innocently and pleadingly with doe eyes that you know would never fail to stir up something primal inside him. his gaze drinks in every inch of you; the heave of your chest, the curve of your ass and overall your smaller frame that lies submissively in front of him. 

“look at you. such a fucking doll.” he takes off his slim fit suit, throwing the coat carelessly on the ground before loosening up his tie until it unfolds completely. “you like the dress? it’s shorter than i imagined, can’t help but to notice how the other guys kept on checking you out.”

you nod your head, pressing your thighs together as you notice how his lustful eyes linger a little too long on your ass that’s barely hiding under the hem of your mini dress. “yes, because daddy bought it for me.”

“damn right he did.” he smirks, unfastening about three buttons of his dress shirt. “ass up.”

you hurriedly roll on your stomach, planting your cheek on the mattress and arching your back perfectly as you lift your ass in the air. you feel the bed dipping from your back before a calloused hand caresses your thigh and trails up to your cheeks slowly, appreciating the smooth and youthful skin before he gets to ruin it.

“good. lift your head up.”

it’s never your position to question. carefully, you do as told by lifting yourself up on your hands and knees. you can discern the shifting of his body from behind and by your side as you look ahead and face the curtains before your sight is abruptly seized by darkness.

the silky material biting your lids suggests that he has wrapped his tie around your head, purposely blindfolding you to amplify your other senses as your sight is consumed with pitch black. bakugou pushes your head down with his hand, keeping you on your knees and lets you stay in the position while he takes off his dress shirt.  

“you’re gonna be a good girl for daddy.” he states more than questions, hiking up the hem of your dress to your waist to feed him with an unobstructed view of the damp patch adhering on your flimsy panties. bakugou presses his thumb on the splotch and his eyes flick over to your quivering body. “gonna let daddy use his tongue to fuck you?”

“please, daddy.” you whine, bucking your hips closer to ease the ache with his touch but is greeted with a sharp smack across your skin instead. 

“so impatient,” he tuts, rubbing the red print gently. “you’re just a horny little girl, aren’t you? can’t live without daddy’s dick inside her cunt.”

“just you– only yours.” 

“you know just what to say, don’t you?” his voice husky and rasp, complimenting the conceited smirk on his lips as he spoke. you learn that bakugou is actually a man that is easy to please, only if you know how to stroke his ego and as simple as that, his intimidating persona would be long gone. 

cold air brushes against your wet folds once he strips off your panties. he lifts up both knees to get you out from the garment and crumple it into a ball with his hand before bringing it in front of your face. 

“open.” you obey and open your mouth, allowing him to gag you with the cloth and quickly filling your senses with a mixture of lace and your own scent. “so good for me.”

bakugou moves back to his initial position, smearing his fingers against your puffy folds with your slick. he circles your clit teasingly and slowly, resulting in you to squirm while your hands find purchase on the sheets beneath you. 

“stop squirming around or i’m not gonna eat you.” he warns as his ministrations come to a halt to observe your compliance before he continues. for a man that is impatient himself, it’s quite hard to take his sweet time teasing you. maybe with the fact that you’re so querulous, a surge of power and pride rushes through him and his willpower tells him not to lose his machismo too quickly.

a satisfying grin tugs on the corner of his lips while he watches you struggle to follow his order and his thumb presses tight circles on your swollen clit to draw out sweet, muffled whines. once he notices your legs begin to tense and toes to curl, he pulls away. 

“you can’t cum yet.” he licks up the slick from his fingers clean before settling his head in front of your rear. an anticipative knot swells in your lower stomach as you feel hot plumes of breath prickling against your puffy folds before he spreads them open with his fingers. with how much your senses have spiked up, you can feel your pussy dripping with so much arousal and you know damn well that bakugou can see it too. 

“you’re nothing but a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he coos, sounding both demeaning and amused as he rubs your lips, sending more waves of sensation on the bundle of nerves. “my dirty little slut.”

bakugou doesn’t expect you to answer but as soon as his warm tongue takes the first lap of your slick, a loud squeal rips from your throat. his large hands rest on your hips as he tilts his head to reach your clit, toying and teasing by using the tip of his tongue while his own plump lips and stubble graze against your slit.

you’re quick to turn into a sobbing mess, unheedful of the saliva trickling from the corner of your mouth when you’re aware that it won’t take too long until you’d eventually break. just as the stimulation is becoming more overbearing, his hands clench on your supple flesh tighter in a silent command that tells you it’s not time to cum yet. 

after he’s satisfied with abusing the bud, he drags down his tongue and pumps inside your quivering hole, causing you to jolt in a delighted surprise. from the loud, lewd squelching sounds of your own fluid mixing with his spit, you can only picture the way he looks right now; face buried between your ass cheeks, nose deep in your cunt while his tongue works miraculously around your walls. 

even the image beyond the abyss itself makes you more delirious. 

“c-can’t–” you break into a muffled cry as your hips bucks into his mouth without conscious control. another harsh slap is what you receive, but you can’t seem to care when a thick fog of desire is already clouding your brain; making the pain and pleasure to become one divine fusion. 

bakugou’s blows don't stop with how much you’re grinding so earnestly on his face. your skin burns from the cruel attention, yet your cunt just keeps on seeping with slick that trickles down to his chin and drips down on the sheets beneath you. 

“you’re such a fucking pain slut.” he growls, hot breath fanning your greedy cunt and making the pressure even tighter in your stomach. “not yet.” his tongue is anything but languid; swirling hastily as it explores your little hole as far as he can reach. it’s obscene. the way that the muscle glides so smoothly.. the warmth, the moisture– 

next thing you know, your eyes are already rolled to the back of your eyelids as your body tenses while waves of gratification crash down throughout your entire being.

“cumming on daddy’s tongue without permission.” he tsks, giving one last spank before standing up at the edge of the bed as he burns the image of your quivering body into the back of his head, adorned by the red imprint of his hand on your pliant skin. “turn around.” 

without a spare moment to gather yourself, you get up on wobbly legs and arms, carefully turn around like a fawn taking its first baby steps and rebuild your senses at the same time to estimate where he currently stands until he tells you to stop. 

your eyes squint as they adjust to the subdued room, finally able to see faint light again after bakugou takes off the tie around your head. you look up to the older man, only to be pierced by a pair of carmine orbs and a disgruntled look on his face.

“you know what you did wrong.” a thin string of drool latches onto the panties when he pulls it out from your mouth to observe the drenched fabric between his thumb and pointer finger. “looks like you had a great time.” you can see how it’s embarrassingly soaked, but not as embarrassing as the amount of slick glistening around his lips and chin that he doesn’t even bother to wipe off.

“’m sorry, daddy.” you whisper hoarsely through dry throat while giving him your most remorseful look. it would’ve deceived him if he didn’t know any better, but receiving punishments is something he knows you’d enjoy.

the slight upturn at the corner of his lips etches into a lazy grin as he unfastens his belt and takes off his pants along with his briefs to release his erected cock– now standing proudly in front of your face. 

“what do you have to do now?” he hums, tapping the flushed tip on your lips as if moisturizing the parched skin with his leaking precum. 

“m-make daddy proud.” you shamelessly steal a taste, flattening your tongue out so he can rub it on your palate. 

“can’t fuckin’ understand you– cock hungry slut.” he chuckles with mirth, one hand tucking your hair behind each ear as his gaze softens for a moment. “but that’s why i fuckin’ love you.”

your lashes flutter as you stare up at him, heart blooming like flowers on a fresh start of spring after a harsh, cold winter as the words he uttered loops inside your head. with a content hum, you close your eyes and wrap your lips around his cock, eliciting a hiss from the male once engulfed in the warmth of your mouth. 

“shit, i haven’t even told you to suck me yet.” his own eyes follow suit, throwing his head back as his own hand finds home on top of your head. your eagerness makes it hard for him to stay mad. if he was younger he would’ve been a little irritated if someone tried to take control, but maybe aging really did something and made your whims seem more tolerable for him. but what he loves most is seeing you struggle to fit his fat cock; whether it’s by your mouth or your pussy.

“just like that,” his voice drops an octave, watching most of his length disappear inside your mouth while your tongue runs against his veins. “fuckin’ look at me when you’re suckin’.”

you submissively comply to his command, meeting those sharp eyes you adore beneath the tousled mess of his blond and white hair. 

“you love daddy’s cock?” he doesn’t intend to give you a second to answer before he continues,  “then you wouldn’t mind chokin’ on it, don’t ya?” 

you moan in response just as he expected and he snorts through his nose. “of course you don’t.”

bakugou brings your head closer, shoving down his cock your throat before he starts to snap his hips. a chorus of curses pass his lips, taut muscles relaxing as he drowns in euphoria. drool soon starts to dribble from the corner of your lips and your jaw starts to ache, yet you’re still insistent on accommodating his cock– using your tongue when you could until he’s exploding with a mouthful of oaths.

“such a good girl.” he grunts, holding your head firmly with tension in his fingers as he stares down at you with knitted brows. “feels good havin’ dick in your mouth? hm?”

“hmm–” you moan in concur, the vibration almost drives him mad and it’s evident through the twitch you feel against your hollowed cheeks. with an exasperated groan, he pulls out his cock from your mouth and pumps it in his fist. 

“take it off and lie down. now.” his words thrum through you in a burst of heat. you swiftly discard the dress and rest on your back, spreading your legs in front of him in anticipation before he proceeds to climb on the bed. you shudder when he spits on your cunt before smothering his cock against the slit and down to your entrance to give extra lubrication. 

a deep, inarticulate sound rips from his throat, one that conveys pleasure as he sheathes his cock inside you. he can feel your walls sucking him in so welcomingly and squeezing him so tight that he thought he might cum then and there.

“that’s fuckin’ tight.” he girts out, pushing through the walls until he has bottomed out. with each hand on the sides of your head, his large and shredded build looms on top of you and keeps your smaller frame caged underneath. 

“daddy– s-so big.” you extend your arms to cling around his neck, looking up at him with a lust addled gaze. 

“i know you can handle me, sweetheart.” he smirks conceitedly and starts to roll his hips, dragging every ridge and vein against your walls through each thrust. your toes curl when he goes deeper and your nails dig into his back, leaving crimson trails as they rake.

“l-love you, daddy.” the words slip past your lips so naturally in flawless manifestation of your genuine feelings towards him. 

you observe how his lips stretch into a simper, fiery and lustrous eyes staring back at you before he replies, “love you too, ba– fuck–” 

bakugou feels you clench around him impossibly tighter and he leans down to kiss you, forcing you to swallow down his moans as he ruts inside you harder and faster.

“baby– that’s right. daddy fuckin’ loves you.” his low and resonant voice fills your ears, pleasure pulling taut in your lower stomach as the pressure begins to build up rapidly for your second orgasm. “–and he loves this tight cunt.”

“ah– daddy! p-please make me cum–” you start to babble, too lost in pleasure and your legs find themselves wrapping around bakugou’s waist to keep him closer and deeper.

“don’t you fucking dare cum yet.” he snarls before lifting himself up to keep his hands on the headboard in front of him and instantly blocking your view of the room. not that you mind when you’ve already set your eyes on him the whole time. 

“no matter how many times i’ve fucked you–” he pulls out almost completely before ramming in again, making you squeal.  “you still feel so fucking good.”

your hands reach to cup his face gently, your lips parted and wet, eyes glazed with adoration and an overflowing want for him. “all for you.” 

he chuckles quietly to himself. who knew that he would find himself burying his cock in some dumb college girl? with her heart filled eyes that tell him he’s some kind of a savior or the last man on earth. whether it’s all superficial or not, he thinks you’re pretty damn good at it.

“you sure make it hard for daddy not to love you.” he scoffs. you let out a needy whine when he pulls out and your hole convulses, instantly missing the way his cock stretches you out and makes you feel full. 

but it’s not for long when your vision suddenly keels as he flips you over to lie down on your stomach. bakugou easily hoists up your hips and pushes down your back to force you into a perfect arch before he sinks his throbbing cock inside your sloppy cunt without warning. 

“nghh– daddy–!” you cry as bakugou pounds into you with a menacing pace and hits you at the right places at the same time. 

“yeah? you like it when daddy uses you like the little slut you are?” he grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head up. “like you’re nothing but my little cocksleeve?”

“yesyesyes– daddy–! s-so deep– can’t!” your strength begins to drain out and you don’t know how much longer you can hold yourself  before he allows you to cum.

“you can– fuck– you’re clamping down on me.” he growls, one hand on your hips forming crescent shapes on your skin with his fingers.

your jaw has fallen slack, mouth gaping in breathless whimpers as you let bakugou abuse your little cunny while your own hands are balling into fists that your knuckles turn white. the air is filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other, mingling with his heavy pants.

“you’re really– hah– milking this fat cock.” his own rhythm turns sporadic, skin burning red with every second he prolongs his desire.

“please– daddy–” you let out a feeble moan and your legs begin to tremble as a result of the unbearable pressure tightening in your lower stomach. your pussy is already leaking with so much slick and it’s making a filthy mess on the bed. 

“you’re ready to cum for daddy?” he fucks you harder with deep strokes, knocking the breath from your lungs each time he presses into you. 

“pleasepleaseplease–” tears prickle from the corner of your eyes as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap.

“cum.” 

the word left his lips in a pure command and you break down instantly with a loud cry. a huge wash of pleasure winds its way through every nerve and your pussy gushes and clenches around his cock. 

“that’s it. good girl.” a deep growl rumbles in his chest as he observes every twitch of pleasure he has brought into you. 

“th-thank you, daddy.” you mumble, still deeply doused in ecstasy.

bakugou finally releases his harsh grip and your head plops down on the soft pillow while he pulls out and pumps his cock in his own fist, coated with your own arousal before he splurts thick ropes of cum all over your cheeks and watches as it trickles down to your cunt. 

after a brief moment of catching his breath, bakugou reaches for the nearest tissue box and helps to clean off the mess you both made. you let your exhausted body fall onto the mattress and he throws the used tissues away before leaning back on the headboard next to you, still panting and trying to get down from his high. 

“you okay?” he breaks the silence, flicking his gaze towards you and rubs your head gently in hopes to soothe the pain he caused from pulling your hair so roughly. 

you hum, seeking for solace from his touch as he pulls the blanket up to cover your bodies and reaches for his phone on the nightstand with his other hand. you silently observe him as he looks at his phone, probably reading and scrolling through emails or texts like he’d usually do after having you wrecked. 

“love you, daddy.” you suddenly squeak, yet bakugou doesn’t tear his eyes from the screen and it leaves you unsure if he heard you or not. 

“hm.” his response is indifferent and your stomach churns into an unpleasant feeling; one you don’t appreciate at all. 

“daddy.” you swallow past the lump in your throat. “i said i love you.”

bakugou clicks his tongue and your heart shatters slightly at the sound, thinking that you probably just annoyed him, “yeah, i heard you.”

“bakugou.” you suddenly snap and the hand on top of your head stills. you don’t know where the courage to call him by his name comes from, but you want to convey your sobriety over the current situation and for what you’re about to say next. cold shivers run down your spine once his attention diverges towards you and he raises a questioning brow, ushering you to speak. 

“i-i love you–” you gulp, taking a deep breath. “like, i’m in love with you.” 

his stare is impassive and there’s an uncomfortable silence weighing the air between the two of you. your cheeks begin to warm up with humiliation and a part of you dreads with regret. you aren’t sure how long the deafening silence lasted before you see a twitch at the corner of his lips. 

“you gotta be kidding me.” he snickers, shaking his head in disbelief. 

you rise up on your side and your eyes waver with confusion as you look at him. “b-but you said you love me too. you do, r-right?”

he scoffs, mostly galled by the fact that he’s actually having this conversation with you– a dumb college girl, but he doesn’t expect much either. “why the hell would i be in love with you? did i knock your head?”

getting straight to the point is one of bakugou’s nature; his bluntness is like a sharp knife that stabs you in the heart. 

“but you said–”

“why do you think i only said it when i had my cock buried inside your cunt?”

and it twists painfully. 

“forget about it. go to sleep.” he nonchalantly replies and returns back to his phone, brushing off the wounded look that’s written all over your face.

you feel humiliated, angered and disregarded. given that you were always spoiled, you can’t stand having your feelings unreciprocated and rejection is one of the things you aren’t familiar with.

“why? because you have a wife? you don’t even love her–”

you flinch when you hear the loud thud of bakugou slamming his phone down on the bed, but it’s not as fearsome as the malicious glare he’s shooting at you. “don’t you fucking say that. i don’t wanna hear that, especially coming from a dumb whore like you.”

harsh reality gives you a massive slap in the face. 

your heart is hammering against your chest and your vision begins to blur as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill out. you feel like you want to scream at him but the words you want to say only get caught in your throat. bakugou notices how you’re about to burst but he only rolls his eyes, expressing his vexation. 

“god,” he sighs exasperatedly and gets off from the bed to pick up his clothes from the floor. “the last thing i need is another fucking nuisance.”

“w-where are you going?” you croak as you watch him put on his clothes. 

bakugou turns to your direction and snarls, “what does it look like? leaving.” 

the pain in your chest becomes harder to bear, fat tears start to roll down your cheeks and when you try to reach for him, he coldly shoves your hand away. you saw how furious he could be through his phone calls but you were never on the receiving end; always the one who calmed him down and let him use you as a way to take out his frustrations on. now you’re nothing different than the rest of the people in his life, or maybe you were just too stupid to realize that you were never any different before too. 

“just leave when it’s time to check out. you’d know at least that much.” he scoffs as he walks to the door and twists the doorknob before turning back to you for what it seems would be the last time. 

“and don’t even think of finding me again.”

duskamethyst © 2020 • do not modify, translate or repost anywhere.

[crybabykiko]

could you do the nsfw alphabet for atsumu please? thank you :)

Aw shit, here we go again...

NSFW Alphabet: Miya Atsumu

gn!reader focused

A/N: She hasn’t written in awhile but you know what I’m proud of it- lol be nice to me or I’ll leave forever jk I won’t but still be nice to me ily 💕 Atsumu is a menace I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Obviously nasty below the cut so if you’re a kid fuck off

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

He’s not the best, but certainly not the worst. He will take care of you, but… only after he takes care of himself first. Usually that just means he needs to take a shower. Once he does, he’s free to supply cuddles until you both fall asleep.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

He has abs so solid you could make a sharkcoochie board on them. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

When Atsumu cums… he cums hard. It’s like having an out of body experience- every nerve cell in his body is firing off as he tenses up, digging his nails into whatever flesh he can grab, and grinding his heels into the surface supporting him. He bites down so hard his teeth grind involuntarily as his face contorts in a strained statuesque vision. One low growl from deep in his chest comes out through gritted teeth as he sputters out mixtures of “that’s it,” and “don’t you dare fucking stop.”

The orgasm face of Atsumu Miya is one of the 7 wonders of the world.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

It’s not a secret per se, but he’s been exposed and clowned for eating ass… so he doesn’t wanna talk about it.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

So contrary to popular belief, I don’t think he’s that experienced... he’s just lucky! (Lmaoooo all of his experience is based on like 2 actual people that he maybe got to second base with (he says third but come on we know he’s lying) and then a litany of porn. Poor thing just wants some coochie I AM HERE KING and he has no trouble finding it, he just never seals the deal. He’s someone who just kind of, knows what to do naturally. He’s able to read someone’s body by touch alone, and so he knows what you like right off the bat based on how you react. He might try a couple of things at the start to see what really makes you squirm, but once he’s got it... holy hell has he ever got it.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

I hate to say how easy this was- but I KNOW Atsumu is a guy who prefers doggy. I see him as a hair puller, so this is perfect for him. I also could see him being into mirrors, and this is the perfect position to make you look at what he’s doing to you, especially while he’s pulling your head back by your hair. He especially likes gripping his thumbs into the smalls of your back (he crosses his arms bc saw it in a porn once and he thinks it makes him look cool), and when he’s INTO it, he likes to smack your ass to encourage you.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

Is goofy by accident. Like will sometimes try throwing in something new with his normal dirty talk that completely throws you off. He hates when you laugh at him for it, but you find it endearing.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

I’m gonna… say something so controversial yet so bold:

What hair?

And yes I mean that. Smooth. He waxes. Monthly. No hair. (Besides like… legs and armpits… yah he doesn’t touch those) Naked mole rat dick but fuck it he’s Atsumu motherfucking Miya he can do what he wants.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

While he’s not the most... romantic in general per se, he does want to make you feel appreciated. He’s very eager to get his, but he won’t allow himself to unless you have already. It takes restraint, but he cools himself down by having you get on top, or by leaving lingering kisses anywhere he can, saying you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

When he’s away from you he loves to send you videos of himself or FaceTime you. He gets you worked up enough to join him no matter where you are. He just needs to see you, he needs you to see him stroking his cock to the thought of you- he can’t cum without you telling him to.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

I have to get this out but I KNOW he’s nasty. I imagine Atsumu as a huge dirty talker and also someone who’s into spitting. Both of those are just clear in my brain... like he would be pundinng you from behind, spit on your back, and then call you a slut all in 3 seconds flat but the way that you would cream? Ugh insanity he needs to be arrested he needs to be stopped

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Since he’s got money now- he’s a big fan of ordering Uber XLs or even just hiring a driver for a night on the town as a flex. But he especially loves telling his driver to put up the window partition while he annihilates you in the backseat. I just think he’s a fan of car sex in general- it just does it for him.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Loves to hear his name. Whether you’re moaning it or screaming it like it’s the only word you know, he’s always going to ask you who you belong to, and the answer is always Atsumu.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He totally eats ass. He’s just not gonna tell anyone bc he told Osamu ONCE and now his contact name is ASStumu and he lives in fear of that getting out.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Sloppppppyyyyyy. Loves giving ~slightly~ more than receiving, simply bc he loves the sight of seeing his spit dripping down your thighs while he goes down on you. Loves eye contact when you’re going down on him.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

Though I wouldn’t say he’s super experienced, I know he’s relentless. He fucks. Literally just fucks. Not in the sense that he only treats you like a hole bc yikes, but in the sense that he just goes the speeds of fast or faster. There’s no slow with him.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

Yeah. Lots of them. Anywhere, anytime. Particularly for him, a lot of them end up being in his car, simply because you’ll be out somewhere and the mood strikes. He’ll quickly take you out to the car for a few minutes, slut you out, and then return to the function like nothing happened. You’ve had many a quickie in a bathroom or closet in a party as well. When he wants you, he wants you, so he’s not afraid to take you.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Not as much of a risk-taker as people think. Mostly because he wants to protect you. He would hate for someone to see you in such a compromising position… but also, you’ve had your fair share of quickies in the bathrooms of various wedding receptions, so he’s lying.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can last a decent amount of time, if he spreads it out over multiple rounds. I’m general, he can probably go about 2 or 3 rounds without needing a break. More if you draw out foreplay with him. He’s a pleaser, so really how long he lasts is up to you. He’s got the power and control to hold off on is own release until he’s certain you absolutely can’t take anymore.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

One of those mfs who gets you the mold of his dick as a toy for your birthday for when he’s away because according to him “you’ll be so needy while I’m gone”

I hate him so much but I would use that shit every day he knows what he’s doing I’m so upset

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Speaking of being needy- he loves to egg you on when you are. He knows all the buttons to push, but he’ll never actually make the move until you’re begging. And of course he loves to turn that around in you, hitting you with that “god, ya just can’t get enough of me, can ya?”

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

He’s more of a talker than a moaner. Not necessarily loud in bed- but very, very vocal. Commanding of you in a good way, and will definitely show his appreciation through praise.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

Actually has a Cosmo subscription bc he likes trying all the strange and obscure sex positions in the articles. Also likes taking the quizzes, and will casually have you do them with him at breakfast.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

he’s a little on the thicker side. Its probably a good 7 inches, so it’s enough to fill you, add in the stretch of his girth and it’s a good, mild burn when he first goes in, but he fills you just enough without it being way too much. He’s a shower, so he doesn’t get much longer, but you have a lot to work with. He also has a cute freckle on his left inner thigh.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

His sex drive is on the higher end, but really only when he’s in his off season. When he’s actively playing in games, he tries to curb his appetite a bit because he believes in the superstition that sex messes with players’ stamina on the court.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s gonna knock out, but not until he showers. He ALWAYS showers after. The water soothes his muscles and by the time he’s done it’s lights out.

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[ahockeywrites]

Baby Girl

A/N: so yeah, had an idea and this is the result of that. @troubatrain thanks for the encouragement!

Warnings: explicit fem!reader, swearing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex please!!), oral sex (f and m recieving), spitting in mouth, breeding kink

It was a difficult Battle of Alberta. Not like any of them were easy for Matthew Tkachuk. It almost seemed like he spent more time in the penalty box than on the ice, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way. You knew that, it was part of who he was.

You were occupied with work and couldn’t make your way to the Saddledome for the event but you made sure to bring your Tkachuk jersey to the office. Before the game, you sent a few snaps of you in the jersey to Matt and he replied with a photo of him in his suit which just made you feel things you shouldn’t at work.

However, you were able to make it home to watch the final period of the game. Unsurprisingly, within the first 5 minutes of you watching the game, your boyfriend had found his way into the penalty box. You rubbed your thighs together to try and generate some friction. He looked so good, mouth guard half hanging out, stubble growing in and the curls you longed to pull on peeking out from under his helmet.

The game continued in a similar fashion, and you knew that Matt would have a lot of steam to blow off when he got back, but you were ready. You needed it after seeing him get into multiple altercations.

Collecting your laptop, you chose to go back and do some work that didn’t need your full focus and started playing music through the speakers in the lounge. Although you didn’t intend to, you became immersed in the work and didn’t hear the front door open.

Matt looked around the lounge to see you sat on the couch in one of his game worn jerseys. He could have let out a loud moan, but decided against it. The way his last name sat on your back, it was perfect. He couldn’t wait for the day you shared his last name, but for now, he needed something else. You.

He made his way over to stand behind you and started pressing soft kisses on your neck. Leaning into his actions, you brought your arms to wrap around his neck. “Hello there,” you sighed as he continued his actions.

“Hey there baby,” he whispered into your ear. Matt started nipping at the skin around your collarbone. “My name looks good on your back, eh?”

“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” you replied as he walked around the side of the couch to sit next to you. You took in his appearance, suit missing a tie, hair still slightly damp from the post-game shower he took, thighs so perfect all you wanted to do was sit on them. So you hooked one of your legs over one of his thighs and let out a groan as the pressure between your legs increased.

“Baby girl,” Matthew started, he knew if he didn’t warn you beforehand, he would regret it. “I can’t be soft tonight.”

“Matty, baby. I’m yours,” you leaned over to whisper in his ear.

Immediately, his demeanour changed. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. The kisses you shared were of a ferocity almost never reached. Sounds of teeth clashing and moans escaping your mouths filled the apartment. You had been so caught up in kissing Matt, you didn’t notice you had made it to your bedroom.

Matt placed you down on the bed, but never stopped kissing you. You rolled your hips up into his to get your intentions across and he pulled away slightly to rip his dress shirt as he took it off. Your hands found their way to his belt and took his suit pants off, letting your fingertips brush over his clothes errection. The moan you pulled from him made you smile, he might have been the dominant one in the relationship but he never failed to surprise you.

“Fuck my face Matty,” you groaned, needing more than you were getting. His eyes widened, he couldn’t believe you had just asked him for that. His head nodded and he stood at the end of the bed. Your legs carried you to kneel in front of him.

Kisses were placed along his abs and a lick along his abdomen allowed you to feel his dick twitch with excitement. As you went to take the jersey off, his hands stopped you. “Baby girl, I’m gonna fuck your face with my name on your back, then I’m gonna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.”

The wetness between your legs began pooling even more, and you were sure Matt could tell. But you focused on getting your boyfriend ready. You looked up into his eyes as you slowly dragged his boxers down his legs. His cock sprung out and you spread the small amount of pre-cum along the length using your hand.

His left hand caressed your cheek and his right opened your mouth to allow him to lean down and spit into your mouth. It was so intimate and he couldn’t help but use his thumb to trace your bottom lip. Instinctively, you took it into your mouth and began to suck on it. The image of you sucking on his thumb allowed his cock to harden even more and he needed his release.

“Baby girl, as much as I love you sucking on my thumb, I’m gonna get you to suck on something else,” Matt groaned. You shuffled slightly to place a few soft kisses on his tip, you had him exactly where you wanted. You licked the underside of his dick before taking as much of his length in your mouth as possible.

He began his thrusts soft, reminding you of his generous length but when you looked up at him, through your eyelashes he couldn’t help himself. He moved one of his hands behind your head and the other rested on his neck and began to thrust hard.

Matt loved seeing you like this, eyes watering and mascara falling down your face. The noises the two of you made filled the room, his loud moans and praises.

Baby girl, you take me so well

Fuck yeah baby

Such a good girl for me

His release was getting close and he knew he needed to let you take control for once. He showed his thrusts down and allowed you to lick and suck as you knew he loved. You felt his abs tense and knew that he was about to cum. You took him out of your mouth and stuck your tongue out. As you did this, both of your hands wrapped around him and continued to jerk him off. The salty taste of his cum hit your tongue and all he could do was moan your name. “Fuck baby girl, you’re too good to me.”

Matt gently pushed you onto the bed you shared and gently removed the panties you were wearing. His hands found their way to your breasts and started squeezing the nipples. He knew how to get you on edge before even finding his way between your legs. But he didn’t let you wait too long.

Your eyes were closed and you didn’t realise that he was between your legs until you felt him lick through your folds. It was difficult to keep your legs from closing around his head but his arms were strong enough to keep them open.

Switching between kitten licks and circles on your clit, Matt knew you like the palm of his hand. He allowed himself to get lost in the moans you were producing and knew he could never hear anything better. Your hands found their way to his curls and he groaned into your pussy. The vibrations almost made you cum but you were able to hold on.

He slipped a finger through your folds before placing it at your entrance. “Please Matty, I need it,” you breathed so close to orgasm. He obliged and found your sweet spot immediately, it didn’t take much for your breathing to quicken and legs to begin shaking.

“Cum for me baby,” Matt moaned. The coil within you snapped and your hips lifted up. It felt perfect, you were seeing stars and Matt did everything in his power to elongate your euphoria. He looked at you, you were beautiful, experiencing the post orgasm bliss.

He reached down to slowly jerk himself off at the sight, he was just as hard as before and you saw him and moved to all fours, knowing exactly what he wanted. “Baby, god, you look so fucking good,” he groaned as he moved his dick through your folds, collecting the slick.

You leant back onto his cock and began moving slowly, knowing he would take charge soon. He allowed you to continue for a moment before moving one of his hands to your hair and the other to your hip. Matt pounded in and out without mercy, drinking in the sounds coming from your mouth.

I can’t wait to put a baby into you

You’ll look so good carrying my baby

It didn’t take long for each of you to be on edge, especially when Matt’s hand on your hip moved to draw small circles on your clit. “Matty baby, I’m so close,” you gasped.

“Hold on for me,” he said as he brought your ear to his mouth.

“I don’t know if I can.” You were so close, it felt like torture to postpone the release.

You felt his hips stutter and knew you would be allowed to cum momentarily. “Baby girl, come with me.”

Warm streams of cum filled your pussy and this pushed you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back in your head, experiencing one of the strongest orgasms ever. You slumped out of your boyfriends grasp and tried to get your breathing back to normal.

“Gimme a few seconds, I’m gonna clean you up,” Matt said, voice raspy as he went into the en suite. He returned with a warm cloth and started cleaning between your legs. It was this intimacy, even after he had a rough day on the ice, that made you fall in love with him even more.

Once he was done cleaning up after you, he wrapped you up in a tight hug. “You know, what I said about a baby is true,” Matt started. He always knew he wanted kids when he had found the right person, and that was you. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”

You looked up into his eyes, which were sparkling. “Matty baby, I would have happily tried for a baby months ago if I knew you wanted to,” you replied.

One of his hands began tracing down your spine, all the way to your ass. “Well then, maybe we should get some baby making practice in,” he whispered pressing a kiss just below your ear.

[stinkysidebitch]

Horny Bird (HawksXGN!Reader)

Summary: Hawks gets hit with a libido quirk and tries to hide it from you, obvs very NSFW, no mentions of reader’s genitalia 

(first smut chile)

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Today had been a very.. strange day for Keigo Takami to say the least. He went to work like he normally had, and the first villain he took down was supposed to be fairly weak. His quirk wasn’t. Hawks was hit, but he didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t even text you, his loving, live-in partner.  Still, after that the individual was pretty easy to take down. Then he had to deal with a few more unsavory characters and began to really feel it. 

First thing that happened was he remembered waking up to you this morning and he felt that dull ache in his stomach. Then that feeling happened again. It happened three times after before the rest of his body began to ache. He ended up finishing his shift and coming home with the most painful boner he had ever experienced. Everything in Hawk’s body was tense, and warm, and aching. He wanted you so damn badly. It had been a libido quirk, he wasn’t stupid. 

With every step he felt himself shift in his boxers and he had to pause to keep himself from letting out any of the sinful groans he was trying to swallow down. In truth Hawks was surprised it didn’t hit him harder right away, but now he felt like his legs were fucking numb as he trudged inside. He hoped you were taking a nap so he could go in the bathroom and jerk it until his member quit throbbing, but unfortunately he wasn’t that lucky.

He closed the door a little too loudly, and just like that your voice rang out from the kitchen.

“Hey, babe! Made us some dinner, come eat!”

Even hearing your voice made his stomach tighten. 

“I-uh..Yeah, just. I need to go lay down for a bit,”

First of all Keigo was stuttering. He didn’t do that. He sounded strangely unsure. You peeked around the corner and took him in. He was red and sweaty. He awkwardly kicked his shoes off and put his jacket on the coat hanger while avoiding your gaze. His headphones were next to go, tossed haphazardly into the nearest chair. His wings were shaking. That was pretty rare.

“Are you okay?

“Never better, birdie.” He gave you that smile. You know the one, but something wasn’t right. He looked like he was straining a bit. Maybe he just had a bad day and wasn’t feeling well.

“Can I lay with you?”

“Uh- sure, yeah.” Weird. He was being hesitant. 

In truth you wanted to see what was up with him, but a nap sounded even better. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you to the shared room. You had to admit, Keigo was a fantastic cuddler. His arms were strong and warm, not to mention the way he wrapped his wings around you when the two of you were entangled.

You crawled in first and your boyfriend followed suit. Hawks quickly pulled you into his lap so that your legs were situated around his hips and arms around his neck.  You tried not to gasp when you felt his erection against your thigh. He was hard, like, really hard. It was strange to you that he wasn’t addressing that, though. You planted a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and he affectionately nuzzled his cheek against your shoulder. Two large red wings circled around you  like a security blanket. It was almost like he was making sure you stayed with him. It was a little strange how the two of you were sitting, still. You expected he’d lay down like he normally did when he had a bad day, but he didn’t.

Obviously you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon. Random affection was always nice. You couldn’t help but notice how stiff and rigid his shoulders felt. With one hand you began to gently knead at his shoulder and your other scratched his scalp. Usually that relaxed him pretty quickly. You were surprised with the little happy groan he released against your shoulder. Usually he wasn’t so vocal receiving simple shoulder rubs but you assumed he just really needed it. The horniness probably wasn’t helping either.

“You’re reeeaally tense, honey. Did something happen today?” You hoped he couldn’t hear the smirk in your voice when you shifted a bit in his lap.

Hawks’s hands that were wrapped around your waist tightened a bit and he shook his head, effectively burying his face further into the crook of your neck. You planted a gentle kiss on his shoulder, not missing the way he stiffened a bit under such a small gesture. This wasn’t like him at all. You just hoped he was okay.

Meanwhile Keigo was struggling to hold himself still at all. He couldn’t even think right now. He wasn’t sure how this quirk would affect him sexually though, and he was scared to find out. Besides, admitting he needed your help with something like this would only damage his ego-

A little swivel of your hips interrupted his thoughts, resulting in a muffled moan. Honestly he was surprised he didn’t cum just from that movement alone, but he guessed the quirk also gave him a fair amount of stamina so he was weaker for a longer period of time.

“Unusually cuddly today, aren’t we?”

He let out a frustrated groan into your neck as you moved to nip at his ear. His breathing was heavier than normal, and you swore you heard him let out a little whine as soon as you bit him.

You dragged a hand to the base of his feathers and lightly scratched at the roots. You felt him move beneath you and took that as an opportunity to allow your free hand to wander down his side and up his shirt. You couldn’t help the little smirk that formed on your face when his head finally tilted back as a defeated whimper left his lips. Keigo’s face was red, his brows pinched together and eyes closed.

A sinful look that you usually only saw when he climaxed.

“What’s going on, bird-boy?”

“Got... hit with a-fuck-a quirk.”

“Next time, tell me. I’m more than willing to help, just ask.”

He looked back down and up at you through his long dark lashes. 

“Doove, help me out... You can get me there, yeah?” 

Your hand that had previously just been exploring his abs began to trace his adonis belt as a little smirk formed on your face. He already knew your answer, but hearing him ask like that made you want to play along.

“’Course I can.”

Leaning forward you pulled him into a deep kiss, taking all of the control. He secretly loved it when you did that.  It was full of movement and passion but Keigo could barely keep up. He felt dizzy and hot. You pulled his hair and ground against his erection and he broke this kiss with a shaky breath and puppy dog eyes. That was the begging look. He needed this bad.

You motioned for Keigo to lay back and he did as told, resting his weight on his elbows. You positioned yourself between his legs and began to trace his belt, taking in how flustered he truly was. A few pieces of long blonde hair had fallen onto Keigo’s face. He was sweaty and red, breathing heavily and even chewing on his lower lip to calm himself. You jolted a bit at the realization that he was drawing blood.

“That’s gonna hurt tomorrow, babe.”

With a smile you removed his belt, tossing it to the side and palming him through his pants. He tried to act unbothered, but you saw the way his legs trembled and his grip on the sheets tightened. You wanted to hear him though, so without warning you yanked his pants down as far as you could. 

His black boxers already had a significant stain from precum at his tip. The fabric was straining because Hawks wasn’t the smallest guy around by any means. If anything he looked bigger that usual, probably due to the quirk.

You playfully traced his erection through the boxers earning a frustrated moan. You could feel his skin through the boxers and it was unnaturally warm. Hot, even. Looking up though you were met with the desperate eyes of your favorite horny bird and couldn’t really resist. 

If you had to guess he was probably pretty uncomfortable. When you abruptly pulled down his boxers Hawks quickly raised his hips to help you out. He didn’t give you the time to pull them father than his mid-thighs, dropping his hips stubbornly. The first thing you noticed was that his dick was...

red.

like.. red, red. And leaking.

“Like what ya see?”

You shot him an eyeroll.

“Still trying to be slick?”

“Always.”

For someone who was suffering from severe horniness he sure was sassy. That changed when you firmly grabbed Keigo and slowly pulled your hand down from his upper shaft all the way down to the base.

“O-Ooohh fuck!”

His eyes screwed shut yet again, head tipped back as a long, unfiltered moan spilled from his pretty lips. You swore you saw his toes curl in his socks.

“You sound so pretty like that,”

Reaching a hand underneath his balls you took the opportunity to massage them with one hand, using your other to thumb at his tip. His head lolled forward, eyes closed and breaths heavy. You gave him another long stroke, pausing to give his leaking head a good squeeze. He physically shuddered, and slowly lifted his head to look at you through strands of damp blonde hair.

“How long were you thinking about this today?”

“God..a- all... all fuckin day-”

He cut himself off with a stifled groan as you pumped him a few more times. Keigo was biting his lip again in an attempt to quiet himself, his eyes were heavy and almost vacant. He was already so fucked out and it was driving you crazy. You sped up your pace, leaning forward to reach a hand up the front of his shirt. 

It drove him fucking insane when you played with his chest, and that’s exactly what you did. Your hand found his nipples, giving one a pinch earning a sharp intake of breath.  You massaged the sensitive area, tugging at it a few more times. He twitched in your hand from the sensation and you let him go for a moment in order to crawl over him.

It was probably the first time you had seen your boyfriend look so speechlessly flustered. Hawk’s face was red, eyes unfocused and lips slightly parted. You dipped down, capturing him in a slow and hungry kiss. Eagerly he grabbed your hips and allowed himself to fall back completely against the bed. Large red wings shook around you.

His hips involuntarily bucked, hitting your crotch. It was fun teasing him a little but you felt bad. Doing him a favor you reached between the two of you, pumping him again earning a shaky moan against your lips. It was almost immediately that your boyfriend began to fuck your hand. His legs were trembling pretty badly at this point. In truth you weren’t sure why he hadn’t cum yet, but you got an idea.

Prying your lips from his own your began to leave a trail of kisses down his jaw and neck. The small sounds that escaped whenever you grazed him with your teeth were beautiful, but you figured he had suffered enough. He helped you take his pants and boxers completely off despite being pretty weak at the moment. Eventually you got to his hips and settled yourself between his legs. 

Instead of wasting time, you licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft earning a choked sound as his head hit the pillow. When you reached the tip you took careful time in using your tongue to prod at the hole. His hips bucked and a heavy sigh left the quivering man. He had been teased enough. You leaned over him and took the head into your mouth, laving your tongue over it in the process.

“Ohhh, (y/n)”

You wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and relaxed your tongue, taking him in as deep as you could. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your hand pulled and massaged. He jolted as his member entered the wet cavern in your mouth. It was so hard to not fuck your throat but Keigo didn’t want to choke you. A long, soft groan left his lips at the sensation as he allowed himself a glance at you. 

“Fuck,” He loved seeing you like this.

You began to bob your head up and down, sucking him for all he was worth. Keigo was pretty like this, eyes nearly rolled back in his head, mouth open with soft pants coming through, brows furrowed. Your jaw was beginning to ache from the exertion but it was clear Keigo was close. 

You hummed around him and he choked on a groan, his ever so slightly rocking into your mouth. He was trembling and sweaty. The coil in his stomach was so tight he thought he might explode. 

“I’m so close, I’m so fucking close..” His voice was shaky and dsperate. It was like music to your ears.

You pulled all the way off of him and all the way down, firmly sucking on Keigo. His head hit the pillow and he let out a long, high pitched moan, body tensing and back bowing off of the bed. You rose with him, swallowing the ridiculous amount of cum that spurted from his tip. If this was what happened when he got hit with a quirk like that you couldn’t help but feel jealous. He flattened against the bed, gently rocking in and out of your mouth as he rode out his orgasm. Keigo propped himself up on one elbow and allowed his head to loll to the side. His moaning had turned into shaky panting at this point, hand now tangled in your hair.

Finally he finished. It was probably the longest orgasm he’d ever had and certainly the most satisfying. You pulled off of him and wiped your mouth with the back of your wrist, giving your boyfriend a satisfied smile.

“Feeling better?”

He shook his head with a light laugh.

“What do you think?”

[inquisitor-of-hearts]

Not Even Close

Sam Drake/Reader

Sam is away on a job and you miss him. Naturally, he never forgets to call, and one thing leads to another. No spoilers.

Rating: Explicit (Dirty Talk, NSFW)

Word Count:  2,429

On Ao3

“You’re terrible.” A broken off sound of surprise is heard before Sam chuckles. “That’s how you want to greet me?” “You made me wait on purpose!” you announce, having waited for his call for more than a few minutes, and it just so happened to put you on the edge. “I didn’t” “You’re a liar” “We’ve established that already.” “Fair... Fair.” you admit at last, laughing. Hearing his voice finally just felt too good. “What have you been up to?” he asks after you spend a second in silence, in which both of you simply enjoy the presence of each other. “Thinking about you.” you answer and he chuckles softly. “Good girl.” “What about you?” “Wait, you’re not telling me what else you’ve been up to? Where are my steamy shower stories?” “I never signed up for that” you remind him playfully. “That’s exactly what you signed up for when you decided to stay with me” he reminds you equally, and you laugh it off. “What else have I been up to... I took a walk outside.” You look out of the window and see the sun shining brightly, though a few clouds threaten to conceal it. As your gaze comes back into the room, you see one of Sam’s books on the coffee table, the one that he had left there. “I read a little - that book you put out for me.” “Oh, did you like it?” he asks, genuinely curious. “I liked the parts of it that reminded me of you. It’s like I could taste you through it” You draw your bare feet up onto the couch as the intensity of remembering his touch becomes too much to bear. He seems to notice the change.

“Did you... play with yourself when you thought of me?” “Sam!” you gasp in shock and laugh. “You did.” “Just because you do that when you think of me doesn’t mean the opposite is true!” “You're saying that like it’s a bad thing.” “... It’s not.” you correct yourself with a suggestive undertone. “... Off to a promising start.” he responds, playing it cool.

“So what have you been doing over there?” you ask in a lightened manner. “Besides thinking of you?” “And masturbating while thinking of me, yes” you confirm. “Not much” he confesses after a weary sigh, “Meeting a few contacts, getting a certain collector’s item.” “Huh. Contacts. Any hot women?” “They don’t even get close to you in terms of hotness” he replies without hesitance. “So there are hot women around.” you conclude sharply. “Not according to my standards now, no.” he explains chuckling, managing just barely to convince you the bar had been raised dramatically since he met you. “Anyway give me, I don’t know, two more days I think, and I’m out of here.” “Off to the next spot? Where you’ll meet me?” you ask grinning, but you notice his answer does not come as fast as usual. “We’ve talked about this.” he says, and it sounds almost accusing, though you knew it was not his usual tone. It was just when he genuinely cared, and he did not want to argue because he cared. “I know” you answer gently, thinking a long time before you decide to speak up again. “I just wish--” “It’s just one week, baby. I’ll be back before you even finish that book.” he assures you. “Who says I was planning on finishing it?” you remark. “You just want to be a tease now, don’t you?” Your hand runs along one of your legs as you think about what he was implying, feeling the sensation of the sun on your skin and remembering the other sensation, namely his touch, of so many past times. “Maybe” “Sounds like you need to be put in your place.” His low tone ignites a fire in your core, and yet it is not a demand, but an open invitation clearly. “Definitely” you answer, knowing that although he was polite and caring, in the end he wanted you to obey. “Are you alone?” “I am.” he chuckles as if he knows what you are implying. “All alone in my hotel room. You?” “All alone at home” you reply, your own hand grazing over your thigh, only stopping at the fabric of the shorts you wear. “Squeeze your breasts for me, will you?” he asks with what sounds like a sigh of remembrance. You do as he says and while one hand holds the phone even closer to your ear, your other runs up, squeezing one of your breasts through the fabric of your T-shirt, a hum making it past your lips in reaction. “Hmm, that feels good” “You really miss me, don’t you?” You moan quietly at his seductive low voice and nod to yourself. “I do” “Give your ass a nice squeeze from me too” he demands, but as your hand already moves over the fabric, he hastens, “Wait -- slowly. Enjoy the ride down.” You stop instantly, but then follow up, running your hand down over your stomach and hips, then towards your side, shifting at once for better access. “There” He sounds accomplished as he hears you change positions. “Take your time.” A sigh announces that you have fulfilled his wish. The light squeeze feels much better than expected, the instruction creating the illusion of your hand being led by another. “Does it feel good?” He finally grows impatient as you forget communicating your feelings. “So good” you answer. “Please, I want more” “So eager” he remarks and you can tell from the sound of his voice that he wants nothing more than to have you beg for it. “Sam” you say still eagerly, giving yourself to him fully, intimately, “I miss your hands so much. I want to feel your strong hands” “You’re gonna have to be patient and wait for it, babygirl” he reminds you softly, but follows up right away when he hears your restless sigh, “Is your hand between your legs?” “No” you answer honestly, though now your hand runs from the side of your hips over to the front. “I’ll--” “Easy there. Go slow.” he reminds you in his firm and sensual voice, picking up on your intention. “Are you wet?” “I think so” you answer not entirely sure, your hand resting upon the fabric. “What are you wearing? Take it off.” he insists. “Just... a pair of shorts. And a T-shirt” You comply with the demand, struggling to undo the button with one hand for a moment, then unzip the short pair of pants, resettling and letting them drop to the floor, feet pushing it off before retreating to rest on the seat. It seems like Sam knows that you have complied once he hears the sounds of you pushing your shirt up just enough to see yourself.

“Let your hand run along those beautiful legs” he breaks in, but again stops you from touching yourself too fast, “I want you to go real slow.” You swallow, your own hand stroking the outside of your thigh up, then down on the inner side, building the tension that is released in a sigh when you touch yourself through your underwear. “I’m wet” you answer, noticing the shiver in your own voice. Sam breathes deeply and you can hear the clasp of his belt being undone over the phone, then the hint of a zipper becoming unfastened. “Yes, touch yourself for me, too” you request. “Already at it, baby” he sighs, “You’re in my head now” “What are you thinking of?” “Of how weak you become and how you moan when I stretch you with my cock” “Oh Sam” you moan immediately, caught off-guard with your core instantly tightening. “Run those fingers along your clit” His voice becomes softer when he calls your name right after, revealing to you that he himself was struggling with his arousal. “Hmm, yes” you hum, your thighs loosely pressed together as you run your hand past the thin fabric along your clit and entrance. “You’re going to take me when you come back home?” “First thing I’ll do when I get home” he answers breathlessly and you can hear the rustle of fabric in the background, leading you to imagine how he was stroking himself. You keep caressing yourself softly, but lazily and he seems to become aware of the difference in pace.

“Do you remember that present I got you?” he suddenly breaks in. In your memory you recall the little gift for lonely hours he handed you before he left, as well as your own surprised face upon undoing the ribbon around the little box and opening it - and his mischievous grin when you looked up to meet his gaze. “Yes... I-- I tired myself out on it the other day, to be honest” you admit with a light blush upon your cheeks, making him chuckle. “That’s how much you miss me?” he asks amusedly. “You wanna get it and use it for me?” You agree soft-spokenly, although there is no lack of embarrassment that comes with it.

With the long, slightly curved silver wand taken out of your lingerie drawer, you come back to your seat on the couch. “Use it. Tell me how it feels inside you” he guides, and though you are somewhat shy about it, it excites you so much that you feel your skin prickling at the idea - and your whole body tenses, then becomes hot when you push the thicker end - as opposed to the narrow one - of the metallic wand inside you, your underwear hastily shoved aside. “How does it feel, baby?” he asks again when he hears only the held-back sounds of pleasure you make. “It’s so good, my-- It’s big” “It’s smaller than me” he chuckles. “I haven’t had you in 3 days!” you remind him, then moan quietly as the wand seemingly slides inside on its own, your own body longing to be filled. The smooth metal feels cold at first, creating an unusual sensation, but warms up right away. “Sam” you whimper. “Yes?” he sighs in anticipation. “I need you to fuck me” “Imagine it’s my cock, baby. Imagine me on top of you” “Oh God” The thought drives you crazy, and as you close your eyes you can really sense him on top of you, leaned over, grasping onto the backrest while burying himself deep inside of you. You see his muscular chest and arms, his abs, the way his body moves against yours. “Yes, that’s it... let me inside you all the way” he encourages, speaking in such a low, aroused tone that you feel your wetness along your own fingertips as you carefully push the toy further inside. “Oh God” you say once more, withered and tainted by the lust you feel in your core. You remember the build of the curved toy from when you tried it the other day, and it hits the same sensitive spot again, making you squirm, your feet autonomously setting up on the very edge of your seat, legs wide apart.

“Fuck yourself for me” he demands, breathing heavily along with you and you sense he must be stroking himself too. You again do as he says and are unable to hold back your moaning when you push the toy in and out of you. “Your voice is so fucking sexy” he curses and you hear the faint metallic sound of his belt against the button of his pants, your imagination of what he was doing to himself running wild. “Tell me how it feels for you, too” you demand helplessly. “I’m so hard for you, I can’t take it.” he answers in between heavy breathing. “Fuck yourself harder, like I do when I make you come” You whimper as you feel your stomach in a knot at his words, but comply nevertheless. He must be able to guess you are pleasuring yourself harder just from the sounds of it. “God” he breaks in weakly, “I can hear it -- I can hear your wet cunt taking it” A deep blush settles on your cheeks as you take note of the wet sounds created by the toy being shoved in and out of you. “Don’t stop” he says when he notices you hesitating, breath hitching from his own handwork. “I want you to go hard just like that” “Oh God, Sam” you whimper, fucking yourself in the same hard pace again, legs growing weak when you feel yourself getting closer and closer. “That’s it, baby... Touch your clit” “I can’t-- I’m gonna come if I do” “I’m gonna come too” he warns, his voice so weak, like he was all yours, “I want to hear you first” You hesitate for a moment but then position your hand in a way that the lower end of your palm casually brushes your clit while you keep pleasuring yourself with the toy. Involuntarily you thrust the wand in faster, harder, and with the gentle tapping of your hand against your clit feel the release arising. “Ah, Sam-- I’m coming” “Good girl, stretch that tight little cunt-- ” He breaks off in his own groaning, reluctant sighs of lust releasing along with your name. “Fuck-- I’m-- fuck” You moan hard when you realize he is coming at the thought of you, your stomach twisting until the sparks are released and your conscience vanishes for a split second. The heavy breathing calms down slowly and the two of you share the last few strokes together quietly.

“That was hot” Sam comments, and after a short break you hear him shifting in his seat. You slowly slide the toy out of you and let your legs drop weakly, lying down on your side, sighing in peace. “You’re hot, doing yourself like that” he adds. “Says the man who makes it a point to seduce me every damn time” you counter, making both of you laugh in amusement. “I have to, right? Can’t have you run off somewhere.” he comments. “Be a good girl until I come home, alright?” “I am not making any promises.” you answer. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’ll have to call and check up on me. That’s what it means.” you state the obvious. “Check up on you” he repeats, chuckling. “Got a taste for it now?” “Never said I didn’t like it.” you reveal. “Although nothing beats the taste of your kisses.” “You’ll get so many that you’ll grow tired of them when I get back.” “I wonder if I ever will.” you say and smile happily.

[hi-hey-haechan]

I wouldn’t be opposed if you wanted to,, uh,, flesh out a lil sumn sumn 👀👉🏾👈🏾 (pretty pretty please 🥺) -Soft Dom Jaem anon

So this anon sent in a headcanon in which they wrote in depth about soft-dom Jaemin. You need to read it; the ask is right here.

On nights like these, he’d let you take the lead. There was something about the way your hands lingered for too long on each other, or the way you were painfully aware of every detail of his body pressed up against yours when you were cuddling, that riled you up. Neither of you could pay attention to the movie in front of you, your minds elsewhere the entire time. It took one dark glance from his lust-filled eyes, and your lips were clashing against his. 

When you parted the seam of his lips with your tongue, deepening the kiss, Jaemin moaned. The sound came from somewhere deep within his throat. His hands, which were usually so gentle with you, firmly grasped your wrists and pulled you on top of him. His fingers tapped against your thigh, sending you a subtle hint to straddle his hips. You’d been in this situation twice before: A situation in which he let you lead.

You pulled your shirt off your head, but before you could even reach out to touch him, Jaemin pulled you down on top of him, pressing his lips to yours harshly. This caught you off-guard, but you weren’t at all opposed. He kissed you with everything he had, his hands holding your waist, sliding up to your shoulders, before eventually cupping your face. This, in your opinion, was when kissing felt the most intimate. His hands were light as they touched your skin, thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones, but his mouth was ravenous against yours. Your fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair at the nape of his neck, holding him in place. You kissed breathlessly. Heat radiated from his body, burning across your skin. Your heart was already pounding in your chest. The fabric of Jaemin’s t-shirt rubbed against your skin, and this was when you realized how badly you needed to be closer to him. 

You made a noise in the back of your throat that was close to a pleading whimper, and your hands withdrew from his hair, instead grasping onto his shirt, tugging desperately. Jaemin broke away from you reluctantly, lips swollen and hair tousled. “Someone’s eager,” he teased, but he sat up to remove his shirt. Your eyes flickered down to his abs, and your fingers lightly ran over his sensitive chest. You repeated the motion, your fingertips feather-soft against his skin, which coaxed a quiet sigh of pleasure from him. 

His lips connected to your neck, pressing a careful line of kisses down your throat. He was always so thorough with his actions, always taking his time with showing you how much he loved you. Jaemin held you close as the warmth of his lips trailed over your skin. The press of his mouth was tender yet passionate, every move he made intended on both making you feel good and showing you how much he adored you.

A whimper passed your lips, and you squirmed a bit in his arms from the sensation, which felt so good, but made you want him even more. He’d barely done anything, yet you were so desperate for him. The way he riled you up so skillfully, yet with the simplest actions, always amazed you. You wondered if he knew exactly how much power he had over you, even with you on top of him, still leading. 

He never let up, continuing to kiss, nip, and suck your skin. Heat pounded between your legs, and your entire being was practically begging for friction.

“Jaemin,” you managed, “lie back.” It came out as a desperate plea, but you couldn’t help yourself.

When his head hit the pillow, you grinded yourself against his erection, needing something, anything, to soothe the ache between your legs. Your head tipped back slightly, and a sigh passed your lips. Jaemin grabbed your hips, and he rolled his hips right up against your crotch, both helping himself out and teasing you. You rested your hands on his chest, pushing yourself down onto him again. 

A breathy utterance of a curse passed Jaemin’s lips. When you looked at his face, his eyes were shut, mouth slightly parted. You could feel how hard he was under you, how much he needed relief, as well. Once again. you rolled your hips down on him, shamelessly enjoying how your actions impacted him.

What you weren’t expecting was him to say your name in a voice of warning, firm and completely under control. His hands were holding your waist, and the look in his eyes was dark and intimidating, though you couldn’t look away. Your skin tingled under his gaze, and you froze your movements entirely. “Don’t test me.” 

Fuck. The power he held over you, the way you melted from just his words, submitting to him, even when you were leading, was baffling to you. And he knew it, he knew what he did to you. 

That didn’t stop you from having a little fun with the bit of power you did have, though.

You removed the rest of your clothes, and he followed suit. It was clear how eager both of you were. Your skin was alight with flames, heat and anticipation flowing through you. Jaemin was rock-hard, his sensitive tip dripping with precum. 

When you decided to grind again, but this time, it was skin-against skin, you felt his fingertips dig into your waist. “What are you trying to do?” Jaemin finally asked. His voice was low and authoritative, but it was gravelly and husky, even his voice making it obvious how badly he needed relief. “You remember who’s ultimately in charge, right?” Jaemin’s fingers slowly trailed down your hips, across the expanse of your skin, until he reached your far upper thighs. 

When his palms mapped out the sensitive skin, you shuddered under his touch. The way you melted just from his words, gaze, and actions was still hard for you to believe. You loved how easily you reacted to him. though, and you know he did, too.

“Are you gonna make us feel good?” Jaemin asked. His fingers went in between your legs, slowly dragging up and down your wet folds. The sensation was light, and a desperate mewl left your lips. You needed more friction, and not just the smallest, teasing bit of contact from his fingertips. 

You also wanted to make him feel good so badly, to see him fully overtaken with pleasure because of your actions. You also wanted him inside of you so badly. Unable to wait another second, your entire body blazing with flames of desire, you positioned him at your entrance after coating him in your own arousal.

Jaemin’s hands were on your waist, supporting you as his length became sheathed inside of you. The intrusion was slightly unpleasant at first, especially without any actual foreplay beforehand. He caressed your sides, trying to soothe you, telling you how well you were taking him, how good you felt, and of course, how beautiful you were. That’s how it always was, really: sex with Jaemin was physically pleasurable as much as it was loving, sweet, and full of compliments and praises. 

“Are you okay?” Jaemin inquired. He had simply been saying words without anticipating an answer before, forgetting to actually make sure you could handle the sudden intrusion. 

Your hands flew down to his, which were still on your waist. You interlocked your fingers and squeezed his hands before allowing yourself a shaky exhale. “I’m okay.” 

He beamed at you, before he whispered out a few more sweet words. Your heart melted at the sight of his face lighting up at you, and the pain vanished as his patient, healing smile was directed to you. 

Your hands went to his chest for support, and his went back to hold onto your waist. Slowly at first, you simply gyrated your hips on him. You felt so full, finally relieved from the tension in your lower stomach that was begging for release. At one point, his tip lightly grazed your g-spot. He was so deep inside of you, to the point where he could hit just a bundle of sensitive nerve endings and have you cry out on top of him. How could you maintain your cool persona when he was splitting you apart, let bringing you incredible pleasure while doing so?

You brought yourself upwards on his cock, sliding up so when you came back down, he’d hit a new spot that caused you to see stars. You clenched around him like crazy from the pleasure, and you weren’t shy nor quiet with your sounds. Swears would occasionally slip past your lips, as would whines that were much higher pitched. You couldn’t contain yourself when he brought you so high up from his cock alone. 

Low groans came from Jaemin, and his lips were slightly parted, allowing sounds to pass them freely. You loved the sounds he made, as he did yours, and he hated when you deprived him the pleasure of hearing them. You could see how he struggled to draw in a breath when you clenched around him, and he noticed how you’d cry out after bringing yourself back down on him at times, making it clear that he was pressing against your g-spot. 

“How are you so tight?” he managed to grunt, squeezing your hips, clearly trying to anchor himself amidst the pleasure. Jaemin then grabbed your ass, squeezing there, knowing that when he touched anywhere in that general area, you were sensitive, especially to his touches, which were spontaneous, light, and possessive of so many things you couldn’t even begin to describe.

You continued to ride him at a fairly easy pace, but when he kneeded the flesh in his hands, you let out the quietest, faintest gasp of surprise, mixed with a moan of pleasure. 

Your legs were slightly tired from having to move you up and down, but you kept going. You needed to cum, but more importantly, you wanted to see your boyfriend climax, as well. So what you did next was both for a bit of a break, but more so for the matters of being a little tease, seeing if he’d notice. You gyrated your hips on his, not allowing him to truly feel you ungulf him again and again. In a way, you were back to grinding, which limited what he felt, but not you.

At times, you’d clench, but he’d get minimal relief from that. His reaction began with a pout, wanting to fully feel your tight pussy hugging his walls as you  moved on him. He couldn’t even buck his hips up into yours, due to the weight you were placing on his hips. What you had anticipated was a noise of sadness, likely a whine or breathy moan. But what you weren’t expecting were his hands to suddenly move to grab onto your throat.

It was a very light grab, not cutting off your oxygen, but making it a slight labor in order to inhale. Even still, it was so hot, how he snapped. Clearly, he didn’t like it when you teased him. For the record, he was the one who was supposed to have power, in this one circumstance.

“Y/n.” His voice was unlike any other tone you’d heard from him just minutes ago. This was dark and full of warning, making you snap to attention, as though the grip around your neck wasn’t enough.  “I’m giving you what you want because you’re adorable, but do not let it slip your mind who’s in charge, here.”

Whenever you thought you had power over him, he reminded you how he was in charge. His hands were guiding your hips the entire time, helping him control the pace. He was praising you, too, but in times like these, when he reprimanded you, that was what sealed the deal. He had no problem flipping you over and fucking you into oblivion, with him taking the lead, you knew.

Apparently, you’d been staring off into space, slowly considering this whole situation. You were unaware of that, however, until Jaemin said, “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” His voice wasn’t full of threat, but it was firm. It was an order. Your eyes met his gaze.

“Who’s in charge, here?” Jaemin asked. He looked at you through dark eyes, full of the lust coursing through him. You had been close to coming, and he was sensitive, too, from the way his abs shuddered under your touch. If you answered this question incorrectly, he’d easily show you the correct answer. However, he gave you the power to correct your teasing. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He asked that question as a genuine inquiry, giving you the choice on how you wished to act. However, the twinge in his voice, the way it got higher at the end of the question, showed how much he wanted the answer to be a “yes.” 

Fuck, he always managed to get you to crumble. You wanted to be good for him, to make him feel good because of you. Because of how much you loved him, how much Jaemin deserved, and how desperately you wanted to please him. When he smiled brightly at you or softened his tone at you, it was clear how much joy you brought him. You wanted to be a good girlfriend in this case, too.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize! Aw, baby, I love when you’re leading. I want you to make us feel good, okay? Can you do that for me?” his voice was kind and sweet, almost to the point where you wanted to cry from his kind words and warm tone.

His “for me” was what killed you. 

You nodded, but allowed your next actions to speak louder than words. Quickly, you bounced on his cock again, all despite the pain in your thighs. Hearing his deep, gravelly, attractive moans fill the air was rewarding enough. You could hear the sound of your skin making contact against his rapidly, as well as how wet you were for him. 

Jaemin then reinforced his grasp on your waist, guiding you up and down, taking a lot of the pain and burden off of your legs. He was allowing you a break without actually having you stop moving altogether. It allowed you to focus on the friction between his cock and your walls, how well his pelvis was stimulating your swollen clit, as well.

So when you went hurtling towards your high, you weren’t surprised at how fast it came. The string of heat in your lower stomach snapped, causing you to cry out his name, legs shaking around his hips. You were clenching around him like crazy, walls sporadically coming down around him. 

Jaemin, however, hadn’t cum yet, and you didn’t stop. Even when Jaemin squeezed your hips and assured you breathlessly that you could stop and allow yourself to rest. Instead, you forced yourself into overstimulation, desperate to make him cum.

You, at this point, were fucking yourself on his cock, close to tears and babbling incoherently. It felt so good, to the point that you wanted to stop, close your legs, and allow yourself to recover from your first orgasm. However, you powered on, legs shaking like crazy

“Y-you can stop, y/n,” Jaemin finished his strained sentence with a groan, clear how close he was, too.

You shook your head frantically, refusing to even consider his offer.  No, please, I want you to feel good, too.” It came out as a mix between a plea and a sob, but it was so truthful.

With a squeeze to your hips and moans of your name, he came, filling you with his hot seed. The sensation was enough to make you come again, and you spasmed on top of him, the walls ringing with the sounds you couldn’t contain. 

In a short second, with him still inside of you, your exhausted body collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. You could feel how Jaemin’s chest was covered in sweat, but you couldn’t care less. 

“Are you okay?” Jaemin’s fingers were in your hair in an instant, calming and comforting you. “You completely overstimulated yourself, baby.”

“I wanted you to cum, as well,” you said voice muffled against a shoulder. Your words were small and quiet, but they were truthful. Jaemin’s heart melted, especially at your pitiful, tired statement of, “I wanted to be good for you.”

“I don’t deserve you. You’re perfect for me, you know that?” his voice was quiet, but from the way he sounded, you knew he was smiling. 

I’m trash at endings, but it’s 2:40 in the morning and I don’t care enough to end it well. I don’t know what this is. Like, it’s so bad, and I think I’m gonna wake up tomorrow and be like, “What the heck did I just write?” At the same time, this softdom Jaemin concept is so sweet and totally how I see him. I loved writing this. 

Also, please send in requests! I suck at answering them, but it’s okay because they’re fun to read and think of plans for. 

[softyoongiionly]

NSFW A-Z List (Mama Mia! Jungkook)

***This contains smut, 18+ only please***

“Aqua told me you all had some questions for me so, I had my assistant fax me the prompt and, I’m really hoping she didn’t read it because, these are filthy ha. I hope you all enjoy yourselves.” 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

“It kind of depends on the situation but, if I just had sex, I’m in a good mood. If Y/N and I are in the bed, I make sure I change the sheets and, I make sure she’s cleaned up and, feeling good too. Sometimes we like to talk about it. A bit of pillow talk is always great. PILLOWW TALK! Do you guys remember that song by that one dude in one direction? Great song. It’s like he left one direction and, immediately needed to say the word fuck and sing about sex.” 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

“This is a weird question. I like my abs? I guess? I mean I spent like a million hours in the gym trying to tone up and stuff so, it’s definitely the only thing that stands out.” 

“Y/N is the by far the most beautiful woman on the planet so, it’s a little hard to pin point one specific part of her I like the most. If I had to choose, I would say her eyes. Sometimes she looks at me and, I suddenly forget all three languages I speak. She takes my breath away. Literally, who is she looking at like that? Me? Does she value my life at all? Is she trying to kill me? Probably. I love her :-)” 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):

“Cum...I don’t really know what I’m supposed to talk about in this section so, I’m just gonna say- yes?? Is that the right answer?” 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

“One time, when Y/N was away on business, I jerked off so much in one day, I sprained my hand. I guess that isn’t dirty but, it is embarrassing. I’d probably do it again though, I’m so spoiled that I forgot what’s its like to go without sex.” 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

“Yikes this question is a little hard for me to answer. Before meeting Y/N, I had a lot of different partners. After finding out my half-brother tried to steal my recipe, I got really down on myself. I felt really empty and, I spent a lot of time partying and, hooking up with random people. I don’t really know how many if I’m being honest. It was a lot though. After awhile I kind of snapped out of it and, realized I needed to deal with my issues head on so, after a bit of therapy, I was doing a lot better. Sexually, I’ve had a lot of experience but, intimacy? That’s a lot newer for me. And let me tell you my dudes, nothing is sexier than being with someone who truly loves and cares for you. I don’t make the rules.” 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):

“Missionary. Listen, I know it’s a boring answer but, I’m a sucker for passion what can I say? I like watching her face and, seeing all the little expressions she makes, especially right when I first push inside of her. Also, it’s the best position for her to scratch up my back and, I really love when she does that.” 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):

“I don’t really find a lot of things to laugh about during sex but, I’m sure it’s happened at some point. Sex is kind of a serious thing for me now but, I wouldn’t stay serious if something funny happened because, sometimes funny things do happen. When they do, we laugh but, then I’m right back in the moment again. Y/N and I mess around a lot in our daily lives so, I like to use sex as a way to show her how serious I am about her and, our relationship.” 

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

“I got laser hair removal like 3 years ago. Yes, it’s possible to get it done in sensitive areas but, it’s crazy expensive. Or so I’ve heard, I’m not gonna lie to you, my idea of expensive and, other people’s idea of expensive are probably a little different. But yeah, I got it all lasered off so, it doesn’t really grow there anymore. I keep my face shaved too but, my arms and legs are free to grow all the hair they want.” 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

“With Y/N, I’m a little bit of a hopeless romantic, I can’t lie. I love all of that cheesy shit. Rose petals on the bed? Yes. Wine and chocolate on the shores of our private beach? At least twice a week. Leaving Y/N little post it notes all over our villa that contain all the things I love about her? Duh. I AM A SAP. I AM A MESS. I can’t help myself. My father collects first edition classic novels and, for Valentine’s Day, I had him send me the contact of his distributor so, I could buy Y/N the first edition of The Princess Bride. It’s one of her favorites. It was only $1,400 so, I definitely got a good deal. I also had a custom gown imported from France and, a prince-like outfit made for me. What do princes even wear? What is that called? Tights? I don’t know but, I looked like a goddamn Disney prince by the time I was done getting ready. I rented a different villa out for the weekend and, my interior designer decorated it like a medieval castle. We spent the weekend playing prince and princess and, it was probably one of the best weekends of my life. So to answer your question: Yes, I am romantic.”

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

“I only really touch myself when Y/N is away. Her and I have a pretty consistent sex life so, we have sex almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day. I don’t really have a need for it anymore and, it doesn’t feel nearly as good as sex with Y/N.”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

“I have a few. I’m really sensitive to smells so, if Y/N smells good, I can’t keep my hands off of her. She has this one perfume from Gucci that I love so much. I can get hard just from the smell; it’s kind of pathetic honestly. I love  having sex outside too. It’s a good thing we have a private strip of the beach because, if we had neighbors nearby, they would hate us ha. I have a cashmere picnic blanket that we take down there a few times a week and, we always end up making love on it. Yes, I said making love. Get over it. Oh and, if Y/N says anything about my muscles or how strong I am? Instant turn on. I think I have a praise kink? Is that what it’s called? I love Y/N’s panties too. Lace, silk, cotton, clean or dirty; I don’t discriminate, just put them in my mouth. Lol, this is getting dirty…sorry Aqua.”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):

“I already kind of answered this but, sex on the beach or sex on our balcony are probably my top two.”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

“I feel like I answered this one too because, I just talked about my kinks but, I would say my motivation is to get my girl off right? I get off easily. I have a beautiful woman all over me, saying dirty things in my ear… I mean, my orgasm is guaranteed. Y/N doesn’t take a long time to cum anymore because; I know how to please my woman but, I still want her to feel good. I want to see her let go and, let someone else take care of her for a change. She works so hard. I want to show her what a good woman she is. I want to show her how much I love her.”

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

“Threesomes, anal and, I’m pretty sure this is everyone’s answer but, bodily fluids belong in the toilet.”

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

“Yes.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.):

“Both. Sometimes I want to draw it out and, let her feel every inch of me but, sometimes I want to fuck so hard we are both sore the next day. It’s all amazing either way.”

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

“I love quickies. They are great in the afternoon when she and I have things to do but, we still want each other. They would get old after a while though so, we usually do both. It’s very rare that we just have a quickie and, nothing else but, sometimes it happens. Ever since we moved to Greece, we try to always make time for each other but, we both get busy from time to time.”

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

“I’m game to experiment a little bit but, Y/N and I have been together awhile. We’ve tried a few different things but, sex with her is so amazing, I don’t feel the need to experiment that much anymore.”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

“I can last forever if I need to. Like I said, my orgasm is an easy thing to obtain with a woman like Y/N so, my focus is making sure she’s feeling it too. I can go for multiple rounds too, I mean it’s hard not to. Have you seen her? We have sex all night sometimes. I hope she finishes her conference call soon, I’m really starting to miss her…”

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

“Y/N owns a very tasteful collection of dildos made out of rose quartz and jade. I use them on her sometimes between rounds but, I don’t know how often she uses them beyond that. I don’t own any toys but, I do spend quite a bit of money on new lingerie for Y/N. She has an entire armoire for all of her outfits. Oh, we have gold handcuffs too. We take turns using them on each other.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

“Y/N has a really sensitive spot on her neck and, she’s really tender around her waist so, sometimes I come up beyond her and, brush my lips against her throat and, tickle her. She’s told me it turns her on immediately so, I like to play with her a little bit. We both tease each other a lot though, especially during phone meetings. One time, I was on a 4 way call with my investors and, she sucked my dick through the entire thing. I thought I was gonna have a heart attack but, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cum a little harder that time. Maybe that’s another kink of mine…”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

“We live on a private piece of land so; we can be as loud as we want. I’m only loud when things are getting intense but, even still I’m not screaming at the top of my lungs. She isn’t crazy loud either but, I do try my hardest to get her to scream my name every now and again. Just for fun.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):

“Y/N and I are in the process of buying an island in the Caribbean and, sometimes I get turned on when she talks about how much money we both have. I’m sorry, I know it’s a dick move but, it’s the truth. I donate millions to charity every year, I swear.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

“I’m like 7 inches I think? When I’m hard it’s probably like 8 or 9. I’m not sharing any more than that ha.”

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

“Pretty high. Unless I’m really sick or really busy.”

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

“If we’ve been going for multiple rounds, I’m pretty exhausted by the end of it but, I don’t just fall asleep. I don’t want to leave the bed afterwards though. I just want to cuddle with Y/N until we both pass out. If it’s during the day and, we’ve only gone once or twice, I’m not tired at all.”

“Aqua wanted me to dedicate this to @gldnrecs​ and, @bulletproofbirdy​. She says you guys are the best and, apparently you have a sweet spot for me. So, I guess I’ll dedicate this to you too ha. I hope you liked it.”

[1988hc]

When Matthew walks into the hotel bar after media day, he immediately spots him. Leon is sitting a little to the right of the other patrons, wearing a blue dress shirt but no jacket, nursing what looks like a boring club soda. Hopefully there's something stronger mixed in it.

Matthew doesn't let himself think about it, just slides into the open spot on the left of Leon, resting his forearms on the wooden bar top. "Looks like you dropped something."

He can feel Leon startle, head whipping around and Matthew is only watching Leon out of the corner of his eyes but he still sees the exact moment Leon registers who he is. It's easy to tell what with the way his whole face closes off, eyes narrowing in contempt.

"What."

It comes out flat. Not even a question, definitely not like "what did I drop?", most certainly short for "what the fuck are you doing here talking to me, I hate you, please leave", but Matthew's never been the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. It's the perfect opening.

He takes his time turning his head, meeting Leon's stare head on. Fuck, the pure intensity of Leon's gaze is already doing something to Matthew, making his dick plump up in his pants. He smirks a little, because he knows it gets under Leon's skin, and because he wants to. This is much better entertainment that he'd hoped to find when he came down here.

"Your standards." He puts enough suggestion into the words that even someone as obtuse as Leon Draisaitl will not be able to take it as anything other but a come on. Matthew's smirk grows a shade deeper at the pun. Fuck, he wouldn't mind coming on Leon, spurt all over Leon's abs and chest, mark him up, get him dirty. "Hi, I'm Matthew."

Leon scoffs, and no matter how repulsed he may act, fact is his eyes haven't left Matthew for even a second since he sat down. "I know who you are."

His accent is quite pronounced, thicker than usual. Maybe he's tired after a long media circus day or maybe there's really alcohol in his soda. Matthew's played with guys who got near unintelligible when they were drunk, losing their grip on English and sliding back into their mother tongue after just two beers. He wouldn't mind Leon talking German at him, thinks about driving into Leon's no doubt uptight ass (heh) while Leon spits German curse words at him. Fuck yeah that could work.

"Don't be rude," Matthew scolds. "We've never been properly introduced. Figured I'd come…" he pauses for effect, let's the sentence hang there just long enough to appreciate his superior wit and the shocked look on Leon's face "...say hi."

When Leon doesn't say anything else, Matthew heaves a sigh. He hadn't banked on Leon being so lazy, letting Matthew do all the heavy lifting by himself. Rude Germans. "And you are?"

"You know who I am."

Matthew wants to laugh. He's suddenly got a whole new appreciation for the plight of the media people today who had to try and drag answers out of this potato.

"Tell me what I should call you, then," Matthew says, leaning closer, making his voice low, putting in enough of a leer so hopefully even this potato will get the double-entendre.

Leon blinks, but doesn't draw back, staying in Matthew's space, staring. Eyes dragging over Matthew's face like he's re-assessing something. Viewing Matthew in a new light. Wondering. Hallelujah, looks like Leon's finally getting with the program here.

"I'm Leon."

Ugh. ALL of the heavy lifting.

Fine, whatever. Matthew can do this, he's always up for a challenge.

"If I ask for your number, you gonna tell me 29?"

Leon laughs, a surprised bark, like he's never heard that joke before. It's stupid, but it still makes something inside Matthew clench. He wouldn't mind making Leon laugh again.

"I'm not giving you my phone number," Leon says. Matthew supposes it was intended to come out as derisive, but to Matthew's trained ears there's definite interest there making it land firmly in playing hard to get land. That's definite progress. Matthew resists the urge to fist pump.

Time to move in for the kill.

"What about if I asked for your room number?"

It's about as overt as Matthew's ever been. He usually prefers his hookups to be negotiated a lot more subtly. Contrary to popular belief, Matthew actually possesses some self-preservation instincts. Then again, he's usually not trying to hook up with an obtuse potato that loves to pretend to hate Matthew's guts. (Okay, so maybe the hooking up with people who hate his guts isn't exactly a novelty, but they're usually a lot less difficult to convince to turn that energy into something productive.)

"You're saying…" Leon frowns, licks his lips, staring at Matthew, like he's still not quite sure he's reading the situation correctly.

Matthew wants to shout at him, maybe grab Leon by his wide shoulders and give him a good shake. (Rough him up a bit, just enough to show Leon that he doesn't have to be careful with Matthew. Get Leon to finally get his head in the game and fight back, holding Matthew down while he lays a string of stinging bites over Matthew's pecs and collarbones. Hands firm on Matthew's thighs, keeping them spread and open for Leon while Leon licks his balls, sucks on Matthew's cock.) He's already laid a lot more on the line here than he's usually willing to risk, so he doesn't say anything, just raises an eyebrow and let's Leon figure it out for himself.

He can pinpoint the exact moment Leon comes to a decision, the way his whole posture changes, straightening up. He's clearly resolved to do something, Matthew just doesn't know what the decision is. Leon gives nothing away as he drowns the last of his (vodka?) soda, sets the glass on the bar and digs his wallet out of his back pocket. Matthew spares a quick, appreciative glance at Leon's ass, the fabric of his dark grey slacks straining against its plump curves, before he's distracted by Leon's hands tucking a twenty from his wallet, folding it up neatly and wedging it under the glass. Takes his sweet time about it but doesn't say anything, won't meet Matthew's eye. What an ass. And then he's standing up and Matthew still doesn't know whether he's currently getting the rudest brush off in ASG history or what.

Leon tucks his chair neatly back under the bar, lets his hands linger in the back of it, smoothing over the gleaming wood, until he finally can't drag the moment out any longer. Matthew suddenly finds it hard to breathe.

"315," Leon says, looking straight at Matthew, challenge in his eyes, and then he's gone.

Matthew stares at his retreating back, speechless for a moment. And then it sinks in.

He laughs, shaking his head, grinning a little despite himself. He can't believe he just got played.

That stupid, beautiful, asshole fucker.

Oh, the things he's gonna do to him. Leon's got no idea what he's in for. Payback's a bitch, and Matthew already has more than a few ideas on how he's gonna go about exacting his revenge.

He gets up, straightens his chair, tucking it in neatly next to Leon's. And then he goes in search of room 315.

This is gonna be fun.

[writinginthesecrettrees]

I don’t know how to be without you

Sam wakes up slowly, cramped and uncomfortable in the front seat of the Impala, and for a moment he thinks everything’s right in the world and he’s not sure why because in the next he remembers. Dean disappearing, and Castiel too, and Crowley running off with Kevin and Sam… Sam alone, completely alone like he’s never been in his life. He stares up into the darkness, tries to recapture the feeling of rightness that he hadn’t felt since Dean vanished.

The car shifts slightly, and a sound from the backseat has Sam fully awake, half-over the seat with his gun in his hand ready to shoot whoever snuck into the car.

And it’s Dean, wearing Dad’s old leather jacket and the amulet that Sam has to check is still in his front pocket, brow creased slightly in his sleep.

“Dean?” It’s barely a whisper, but the Dean in the car hears it, wakes up himself, eyes going straight to the gun still pointing at him, and Sam fumbles to put it away, drops it somewhere in the footwell.

“What the hell…” 

It sounds like Dean, looks like Dean, smells like Dean. And that sense of rightness in his soul…

It’s not like they haven’t time traveled before. Still, Dean would kill him if he didn’t make sure. Sam splashes holy water onto the man in the backseat.

He shakes the water off his face with the same grumpy look the real Dean would give, then looks at the silver knife Sam’s holding out, handle first.

“I repeat: what the hell.”

Sam stretches his arm out so that the handle of the knife nudges the younger Dean’s cheek. “You can do it, or I can do it, but one of us is gonna do it.”

Dean bats Sam’s hand away, takes the handle. “Alright, alright,” he says, setting the blade against his arm. He draws a thin line of blood without flinching. “Satisfied?”

Sam nods, tries to speak but there’s a lump welling up in his throat and he can’t.

“So who the hell are you, and what the fuck are you doing in my car.” 

It’s not a question, and Sam can’t answer anyway. He stares at Dean, drinks in the sight of his brother, younger and cocky and so much more carefree than the Dean he just lost but still Dean, has to blink away the tears that threaten to blur his vision. His lip quirks up in a half-smile, and he manages a single word: “Jerk.”

“Bitch,” Dean answers without thinking, then pauses. Looks closer, and… “Sammy?”

Sam nods, and now he can’t stop the tears, scrambles up and over the seat to get close to Dean. Dean’s arms close around him automatically, Dean’s hands stroke over his hair and back as Sam burrows into the younger man. He can hear Dean muttering something, but Sam’s lost in the scent and feel of his brother, climbs fully into Dean’s lap and nuzzles against his neck. Finally, he starts to calm. As if sensing it, Dean’s hands slide to his shoulders, push him back. Green eyes bore into him.

“So, if you’re Sam… why aren’t you at college? And why are you old?”

“That’s a really long story.”

“I got time.”

Sam sighs, then leans forward. Lays his head on Dean’s shoulder, slides his hand across Dean’s belly to wrap around his waist, and the slight shudder Dean gives when Sam’s fingers brush across bare skin makes Sam smile.

“You broke into my apartment. Said Dad was missing. And you wanted me to help look for him.”

Dean stays silent while Sam tells him about looking for Dad, about Jess and the fire, about almost everything that’s happened in the last eight years. And Dean tentatively returns Sam’s touches, runs his hands over Sam’s arms, chest, face with increasing confidence. When Sam finishes, breath hitching as he tells Dean how he killed Dick and then vanished, Dean’s hands have slid up his back, under his shirt.

Sam shifts his seat, twists around to face Dean with his knees planted to either side of Dean’s legs. He leans in to press his face into Dean’s hair. “God, I miss you,” he whispers, and Dean shivers.

“Sammy, is this… are we…” Dean stutters to a stop, one hand buried in Sam’s hair and the other resting too far low and back to be on Sam’s hip.

Sam rocks back into the hand on his ass, tries to make sense of what Dean’s asking. From the very first time it had felt like forever, slipping from brothers to lovers as easy as breathing, and he’d almost forgotten that there had ever been a time they weren’t together.

“After Dad died, it just… It felt right,” Sam says, rocks forward to press himself against Dean, and Dean gasps, slips his hand into Sam’s pants to massage his ass and pull him closer.  Sam moans softly, grinds his hips down as Dean thrusts up, ignores the painful roughness of denim between them. 

“I’ve dreamed about this,” Dean says, then pulls Sam’s head down to crush their lips together.

Dean tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, like he did the first time Sam ever kissed him, and it helps that this isn’t the same Dean he lost, that he can pretend he’s twenty-three and surrendering to the lifelong pull for the first time again. Sam licks into Dean’s mouth and Dean’s hand tightens in his hair. A sense of urgency comes over Sam, and he sits back, ducking his head to avoid hitting the ceiling, and pulls his shirt off. Dean’s mouth drops open and he presses one hand to Sam’s chest, traces over the lines of his muscles and rolls his thumb over Sam’s nipple.

“What’s this?” Dean asks, running his fingers over the tattoo on Sam’s chest. 

Sam shivers at the ticklish feel. “Anti-possession. You have one too, later. We match.” 

Dean keeps rubbing at the tattoo, a smile teasing at his lips, and he says, “Good.”

Sam pushes the jacket off Dean’s shoulders, tugs at the hem of Dean’s shirt until Dean leans forward and lets Sam pull it off completely. Sam sighs with satisfaction, seeing old scars that he’d almost forgotten, used to run his lips and tongue over - the claw marks from a wendigo, bite marks from a black dog, countless thin lines from knives or glass or splintered wood, and half of them from Dean protecting Sam.  All of them vanished after Dean came back from Hell, but back now, and Sam presses his lips to the jagged line on Dean’s shoulder, moves lower, ignores the cramping in his back from the limited space in the back of the Impala.

He works his way down Dean’s chest, sucks red marks into Dean’s skin while keeping his eyes on Dean’s face, can’t bear to miss a single expression. Dean’s lips part when Sam presses an open-mouth kiss over the amulet on his chest, and Dean bites his lower lip when Sam slips lower, licking over Dean’s abs and undoing his jeans.

Sam’s nuzzling at Dean’s dick, hard and familiar and mouthwateringly real, when Dean somehow flips them, leaving Sam flat on his back and bent almost in half and Dean kneeling on the seat between his legs.

“Wanna fuck you, Sammy,” Dean says, and it’s exactly what he said the first time, and Sam grins up at him.

“Yeah, okay,” is a private joke, and this Dean doesn’t get it because he’s never heard it before but that doesn’t matter, not when he’s got Sam’s pants off and is rubbing a spit-slick finger over Sam’s hole.

Just spit was fine when they were fucking every night, and sometimes in the day, but it’s been over a month and Sam’s tight as the first time. He winces at the burn when Dean slips his finger into Sam, reaches down and fumbles at the space beneath the front seat until his hand closes over a half-empty bottle of lube.

“Here,” he says, shoving the bottle at Dean, and Dean’s eyes light up. 

“Flavored? Sammy, are we freaky?” He waggles his eyebrows.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me,” Sam says, loves the way Dean’s eyes go sultry at the thought.

Cold lube dripped onto his hole makes Sam gasp, and then the breath is squished out of him when Dean hauls his ass up so that his belly is scrunched up and his legs are hanging over Dean’s shoulders and his hole is perfectly level with Dean’s mouth.

Dean didn’t eat him out the first time, took months to admit that he wanted to try it, almost shy, and “yeah, okay,” was the only response Sam could give at the thought of Dean’s tongue in his ass. This Dean dives in, mouth open and teeth scraping over puckered flesh as his tongue stabs into Sam, and Sam can’t do anything but moan. 

He loosens quickly on Dean’s tongue and Dean slides a finger in alongside it. Then two, and he pulls his face back to watch his fingers twisting and thrusting into Sam’s hole. “So pretty,” Dean says, pressing a soft kiss to the skin stretched taut around his fingers. “You’re so pretty, Sammy, so hot and tight and I need to fuck you now, okay, baby brother?”

“Yeah, okay,” Sam pants out, desperate for more, and Dean smiles like he gets the joke.

Dean presses his forehead to Sam’s as he presses his dick into Sam, one slow push until he’s fully sheathed and Sam latches his ankles together behind Dean’s back, pulls him infinitesimally deeper. “Feels good, De,” Sam says.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” Dean says, half to himself, as he pulls back to thrust in again, sets up a quick deep rhythm. 

The pounding forces short high yelps out of Sam and Dean’s amulet swings between them, bouncing off Sam’s chin. Dean starts to take it off, and Sam stops him. “Don’t, please,” he says, makes the biggest puppy eyes he can. When Dean leaves it, Sam smiles, catches the amulet in his mouth and sucks on it while Dean fucks him, and Dean groans at the sight.

Dean’s dick in his ass and Dean’s abs sliding over his cock with every thrust push Sam to the edge faster than he’d wanted, but it’s been a while and he comes, white spilling out over his chest. Dean cries out, the clench of Sam’s ass squeezing him, and he collapses on top of Sam, shooting his own release deep inside.

They lie together, cramped and hot and sticky and unwilling to separate enough to clean up even a little.

“D’you think I’m here to stay?” Dean asks softly.

“I hope so. Dean, I… I don’t know where you are. I don’t know how to be without you.”

“Hey, hey,” Dean smooths Sam’s hair back from his temples, kisses the tip of his nose. “You’re smart, and strong, and I’m here. I’m right here. You’re gonna be fine.”

Sam falls asleep to the sound of Dean humming “Hey Jude,” and sleeps sounder than he has since Dean disappeared.

-

Eight years ago, Dean wakes up in the back of the Impala, shreds of memory slipping out of his head like quicksilver dreams, leaving him with a sense of certainty: Sammy needs him as much as he needs Sammy, especially now that Dad’s missing. He slides into the driver’s seat and points Baby west, towards Stanford.

[that-one-gay-girl]

The Book Store - Ch.4

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2080

Summary: Sam and the reader go on their date and take the next step in their relationship.

Warning: Smut, oral f receiving, p in v, angst, alcohol consumption, police corruption 18+ SMUT DON’T READ KIDDOS!

A/N: Hey y'all! I’m so excited for you to read this chapter. This chapter includes smut and it is the first time I’ve written it, Shoutout to @crashdevlin​ for giving me the support to write this! I hope you enjoy it! I’d love to hear your feedback!

Pulling your seat out for you, Sam lets you sit first before pushing the chair in slightly and sitting across from you. A small lit candle sits in the middle of the room illuminating Sam’s features, his hazel eyes sparkling in the candlelight.

“Good evening, my name is William, and I will be your waiter for tonight. Can I get you started with any drinks?” he glances between the pair.

Sam looks at you with a questioning gaze, “What do you want, Y/n?”

“I’ll have a glass of white, whatever you have open.” you tell the waiter.

“I’ll have the same.” Sam responds.

“I’ll be back with your drinks shortly.” laying down two menus, the waiter walks back into the kitchen.

Glancing up at Sam, you notice his gaze on you. Glancing back down at the menu, you open it scanning the pages, but not comprehending the words.

Sam clears his throat. “I’m happy you said yes to this date.” he tells you, keeping his gaze on you.

“Me too, I feel safe with you.” you confess to him. You felt safe with Sam, like he would protect you from anything. You wanted to tell Sam everything about your past, but this wasn’t the time or place.

William comes back with your drinks placing them down, pulling you from your thoughts. You both place your order with the waiter before diving into conversation.

Sam was always easy to talk to, since the first time you met him, he had this inviting warmth that surrounded you and drew you in.

Throughout dinner, you and Sam found a way to touch, whether it was holding his hand or your legs brushing the others, he was a magnet drawing you in, and you never wanted the pull to stop.

After dinner, Sam leads you down to the town square where a live band is playing, and couples are dancing.

“May I have this dance?” Smiling up at him, you place your hand in his outstretched one. He pulls your body flush against his. He begins to sway your bodies in time with the music, before spinning you out and pulling your body back into his.

Gasping, you look up into his eyes, his eyes shimmering in the night lights. Sam leans his head down, meeting you halfway as his lips capture yours in a kiss. It’s slow and powerful.

A new sensation runs through your body, a tingling that you haven’t felt in years, making your body warm-up.

You pull away with a smile, biting your lip as you lay your head on Sam’s chest, continuing to dance to the slow music.

As the crowd thins out, many people heading back home, you and Sam make your way to his car as he drives back to Eileen’s house.

Your hand rests in Sam’s large one the whole ride back. Getting out of the car, Sam walks you to the door. “I had a great time tonight Sam.” you turn to Sam as you finish unlocking the front door.

“Best date I’ve ever had.” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, glancing down at your lips before looking back up to your shining eyes.

“Would you like to come in?” you ask, biting your lip nervously, knowing what you want.

“I’d love to.” grabbing his hand, you pull him inside the house before locking the door. You can feel the heat of Sam’s body behind yours as his hand strokes your arm.

Spinning around, you step back at the proximity of your bodies. The door and Sam’s body effectively trap you in place, but you don’t mind; you want this.

You reach your hand up to cup Sam’s cheek. Every time his lips touched yours, time seemed to stand still.

Arching into the kiss, you wrap your arms around Sams’s neck, pulling lightly on the ends of his hair, earning a growl from him. He pushes you back against the door devouring your lips, swallowing your whimpers of pleasure.

“Jump,” he mumbles against your lips. Jumping up, you wrap your legs around Sams’s waist as he pulls your top off, leaving you in your pants and laced bra. “Fucking gorgeous,” he kisses down your neck, to the peak of your breast.

“Let me worship you.” he mumbles against your skin, his hands roaming up your legs, landing on your ass.

“Please,” you gasp out in pleasure as Sam continues to torture you with kisses. Walking you up to your bedroom, Sam lays you down on the bed, pulling off his shirt as your eyes roam his chiseled body.

Sam’s body looked like an artist created it, the perfect outline of his abs and muscles shining in the bedroom’s low light, only the side lamp illuminating the room. “I need you, Sam.” pulling his body back to yours, your lips mold together in a heated kiss.

“I’ve got you baby girl.” Sam pushes your body down, undoing your pants, he strips you until you are completely naked.

Stripping himself of clothes quickly, he falls on top of you, trapping your body underneath his massive frame. “Just say the word, and I’ll stop.” looking into your eyes, he sees no hesitation as you speak.

“I want this” you assure before his head dives down towards your breast, his mouth covering your nipple as his tongue sucks and bites, teasing you. “Sam!” you tug on his hair, his other hand runs down your body, caressing you in a soft touch.

Releasing your nipple, he smirks at you before moving down, spreading your legs. “You’re dripping for me.” His husky voice rumbles.

His large fingers run down your entrance teasing you, your back arches from the pleasure, the pleasure you’d never felt before. His large fingers push into your dripping pussy. Your eyes roll back as you moan loudly.

If his fingers made you feel this good, you couldn’t imagine how you’d be once he was inside you. “Gonna make you feel amazing, baby girl.” before you can respond, Sam’s mouth latches onto your center, licking and sucking your most sensitive parts.

His tongue circles your clit as two large fingers fill you. Your legs begin to close against Sam’s head, trapping him between your legs. “Fuck! Sam, I’m going to cum!” your hands grip his hair tightly as you climax.

Your legs tremble slightly as you catch your breath, releasing Sam. He lifts his head slightly, eyes blown with lust, your juices dripping down his face.

Sam grabs a condom from his wallet, tearing the foil package, rolling the silicon onto his sizeable member. Sam moves you on top of him. “Do you want to stop?” he checks, looking into your y/e/c eyes.

Instead of speaking, you lean down, pressing your lips to his in a soft, slow kiss. “I trust you.” you whisper against his plump lips. Rolling you over, you lay underneath him. He lines himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing into you.

His hands pull yours away from gripping the sheets and laces them with his. “Just look at me baby.” he whispers as his hair falls around his face. He stills as he bottoms out, before pulling back and slamming into you.

He fills you completely, stretching your walls as you moan in pleasure. His head drops to your neck, sucking the sensitive skin leaving his mark across your body. He continues to thrust into you at a brutal pace, your walls clenching around his thick length.

His pace stutters as he grips your hair slightly, pulling you into a bruising kiss. “Cum with me.” he growls, pounding into you relentlessly before stilling as he cums.

“Sam!” you scream in pleasure as you climax for a second time that night.

Slowly pulling out of you, Sam places a chaste kiss on your forehead as he goes into your bathroom, discarding the condom. He grabs a washcloth and runs it under warm water, returning to you. He cleans you up before laying down beside you.

“You ok?” he brushes the hair away from your face as your heavy lids look up at him.

“I’ve never been better,” you whisper, laying your head on his naked chest.

Placing a kiss atop your head, you both fall into a deep sleep, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

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The feeling of hands running through your hair wakes you from your deep sleep.

“Morning beautiful.” Sams deep voice whispers

“Morning.” you smile before you realize what this means. You sit up quickly, pulling the sheets around your body.

Sam notices the change in your demeanor, sitting up worriedly. “What’s wrong?” he questions.

Taking a deep breath, you take a chance to look at Sam. “There’s something I need to tell you if you want to be together.”

Sam’s eyes scan yours, seeing hundreds of emotions pass through. “Of course, I want to be with you, Y/n, nothing could change that.”

Nodding, you stand from the bed, “we should get dressed first.” You grab a pair of running shorts and a tank top, getting dressed as Sam pulls on his clothes from the previous night. You sit back down on the bed, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves.

Sam sits at the foot of your bed, sensing how nervous you are.

“You have to promise to let me explain everything first before you say anything, ok?” you look at him solemnly.

“I promise, just tell me, baby.” he holds your hand.

“I’m married, but the man I’m married to, Sam, he’s awful ever since the day we were married he found some way to hurt me. He’s an abusive man, and the night before I came here-he-he tried to kill me.” The tears you had been holding back break the damn as they stream down your face.

“I ran away, and Eileen has been helping me, hiding me from him. He’s the sheriff where I lived, no one knew what he did to me, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take his controlling behavior and abuse any longer. I had to get away.” Sam’s grip on your hands tighten.

“I never expected to find this life that I’ve always wanted. I never expected to find you to find someone I care about, to find someone who treats me right. I’m so sorry, Sam.” you cry as he wraps his arms around your body, pulling you into him.

“Shhh, I’m here, baby, calm down, deep breaths.” he tells you as you struggle to calm down from panic.

It takes a few minutes for your breathing to even out, but you slowly pull away from Sam, looking down at your hands, ashamed once you do.

“Y/n, look at me.” you refuse to meet his eyes. You know what’s coming, he’s done with you now that he knows the truth.

Sam slips his fingers under your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze.

“Y/n, what you told me, it doesn’t change anything, it doesn’t change how I feel about. I will do everything to protect you from him, and I will never, ever lay a single finger on you. You’re safe with me.” his hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lip.

“You promise I’m safe?” your voice cracks.

“I promise.” his lips brush yours tenderly.

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Chance was going crazy without her. Bringing the bottle of whiskey to his lips, he downs the rest of it before throwing the bottle across the room, the bottle shattering into a thousand pieces.

Holding the wedding photo in his hands, he glances down at his wife in her dress. She looked perfect that day, the tight mermaid style dress. Her breast pushed up; her makeup looked stunning, her bright red lips.

He had picked every detail for her that day. It was perfect, and she would regret ever leaving him. That fucking bitch would pay, he thinks to himself.

Pulling open his work computer, he creates a new poster. He wasn’t getting anywhere with the missing person report. Time to come home, baby, smirking to himself, he types up a wanted poster. Three counts of murder, that should draw the bitch out quickly.

He sends it out to multiple stations before going to pour himself another drink. You’re mine. He glares at the wedding photo.

Chapter 5

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@hobby27​

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@winchest09​ @hobby27​ @flamencodiva​

[thisissirius]

ride eddie/buck, vermont verse, dirty talk

for @hearteyesforbuck as always :)

Buck doesn’t know what to expect when they go out for drinks. 

It’s not the first time they’ve been out, but usually Eddie’s careful with alcohol. He’s not a big drinker, but for some reason, he’s decided tonight’s the night he’s going to celebrate getting a couple of kids off the mountain in their first rescue is the best time to start. 

They’re in Burlington—Bobby’s playing sober cab—and Eddie’s wandering between the tables, trying to talk to Chim and navigate the carrying of glasses at the same time. 

“You’ll burn a hole into him if you keep staring like that.”

Buck snorts, gives Hen a winning smile. “It’s not my fault he looks so good in those jeans. His ass—”

“Please,” Karen says, miming throwing up. 

It’s not a lie; Eddie knows exactly what he’s doing. They’re his tightest jeans, showing off the curve of his ass, hiding nothing. Buck’s seen Eddie get hard in those jeans. 

Abort, he thinks. Not the time. 

Except then Eddie starts drinking. 

Tipsy Eddie isn’t any different from normal. Okay, not much different. He smiles easily, touches everyone, and laughs loudly. Buck’s more than a little in love with him anyway, but the easy affection Eddie’s displaying is—Buck loves him. 

“You alright?” Buck asks, leaning in for a kiss. They’re alone at the table; Bobby and Athena are slow dancing, Hen and Chim are having an argument, and Karen’s currently debating the merits of law with a beermat. 

“Yep,” eddie says, dragging out the word. He accepts the kiss, then pulls back, eyes bright. “I’m gonna go dance.”

Wait. What?

Not that Eddie doesn’t dance, because he does. In the privacy of their home. Buck kinda wishes he’d keep it there when he sees the moves Eddie’s busting out. 

“Dad dancing,” Athena says, amused. “Who could have guessed?”

“He’s usually better than this,” Buck admits. 

“Ply him with drinks,” Chim suggests. 

-

Buck is gonna kill Chim. 

Buck’s certain moving to Vermont is the best thing to ever happen to him, but nothing tops the way Eddie’s looking at him right now. After four drinks and a shot or two, Eddie’s plastered against Buck’s side, biting at his jaw. Buck knows people are watching them, and he bites back on saying anything as he grabs for one of Eddie’s wandering hands. 

“Eddie,” he sighs. 

“Your eyes are amazing up close,” Eddie says, his words slurring slightly. He’s got a dopey smile on his face and it’s close to the one he wears—nope. Not thinking that. “Also your hands. Wanna touch me?”

“Eddie,” Buck says again. 

Hen’s smothering a smile behind her hand, but Buck doesn’t know if that’s because of Eddie, or because she’s starting to feel the alcohol herself. 

Buck’s surprisingly sober. 

“You should straddle me,” Eddie says, like he’s suggesting they go out to dinner. “Come on me.”

Chim almost spits out half his drink, and Bobby raises his eyebrows. Buck’s barely paying them any attention; he’s staring at Eddie, who’s unrepentant with kissing and sucking at Buck’s jaw like he hasn’t just— 

Eddie drops his eyes to Buck’s lap, presses the heel of his hand to Buck’s dick. Buck can’t help it; he lets out a rush of breath, hips hitching a little against Eddie’s hand. “I wanna ride you.”

“Please take him home,” Bobby says, sounding aggrieved. 

“This is gold,” Chim mutters, digging through his pocket. 

If he’s going for his phone, Buck’s definitely taking Eddie home. 

“So let’s go,” Buck says, because Chim deserves it. Three jobs he’s palmed off on Buck this week alone, which means less time with Eddie—and Chris. Best not to think about him right now. Shaking his head, Buck gets a hand on Eddie’s waist. “Up.”

“Something is,” Eddie agrees, standing and stepping closer, grinding his hips against Buck’s thigh. “Fuck.”

Making a strangled noise, Buck buries his face in Eddie’s hair, trying to get a handle on his emotions. Fuck. 

“Please,” Eddie says, whining. It’s the way he says it, the tone, and when Buck looks, he’s not surprised to see the smile on Eddie’s face. The fucker knows exactly what he’s doing, even drunk. “Wanna get your dick in me.”

Bobby curses under his breath, and Buck gives him an apologetic wave as he pushes Eddie towards the door. Eddie won’t let go of him, hands wandering, one sliding down the back of Buck’s pants. 

“We don’t have a ride,” Buck whines, Eddie’s mouth hot against his neck. 

“Walk,” Eddie says, nose pressed to Buck’s jaw. 

It’s hard to think but Buck knows they can’t do that; “I need to call a cab.”

“Mmno,” Eddie says, mouth moving up to bite at the lobe of Buck’s ear. His voice is low when he continues, “fuck me here.”

It’s tempting; since Eddie’s opened the door on the sex thing, Buck can’t stop thinking about it. Wakes up half-hard from dreams, watches Eddie walk around in tight clothes, imagines Eddie pressing against him. 

Not that he’s gotta imagine it now. 

“Maybe,” Buck says, regaining some of his footing when he sees the need in Eddie’s eyes. Time to throw the torture back. “But,” he continues, shifting his feet to press Eddie against the wall. They’re right outside the bar, people walking by, but Buck doesn’t care—and Eddie doesn’t seem to either. His eyes are blown wide, mouth parted gently, lips red and wet. He’s every fantasy Buck’s ever had, every real fuck, rolled up into one amazing person. Buck loves him so much it hurts, and he wants him. He leans in, mouth ghosting over Eddie’s. “Only when you’re sober.”

The whine Eddie lets out is perfect. 

-

“Fuck,” Eddie groans. 

Buck smirks into Eddie’s hair, hand rubbing over his shoulders, down his back. “Morning.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie grumbles, burying his face in Buck’s neck. It’s reminiscent of the night before, and Buck keeps grinning. “Stop looking like that.”

“You have no idea what I’m doing,” Buck protests, ignoring the half-hearted glare Eddie gives him when he pulls back. “Hangover, huh?”

Eddie groans, dropping his head onto Buck’s shoulder. “I’m never drinking again.”

Buck snorts, kisses the top of Eddie’s head. “I think Chim’ll try and get you drunk from now till the end of the time if only to catch you on camera.”

“Never happen,” Eddie mumbles. Buck waits for the inevitable freakout. He’s surprised when it doesn’t come; Eddie goes back to dozing, fingers dancing over Buck’s abs. Eddie’s usually so conservative with their private life, though he has no qualms about telling everyone who’ll listen that he loves Buck. It warms Buck on the best of days, but right now, it makes him want to—

Rolling them over, Buck frames Eddie’s head with his forearms, leaning down enough to touch their noses together. Eddie closes his eyes, hand resting on the back of Buck’s neck. 

“I love you,” Buck whispers. 

Eddie’s lips curve into a smile and Buck kisses him, drawing out the noises Eddie starts to make. “I love you too.”

“You said,” Buck starts, kissing his way down Eddie’s jaw, his collarbone. Eddie tips his head back, further into the pillow, and scratches his nails lightly against Buck’s shoulders. “That you wanted to ride me.”

Hips rolling up against Buck’s, Eddie licks at his bottom lip, working it between his teeth. “I did.”

“Well,” Buck continues, fingers resting against Eddie’s hipbone, “maybe we’ll end with that.”  

[samcrobae]

HEIRESS

Characters: EZ Reyes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex

You make your way into the clubhouse and see Chucky behind the bar. “Hey Chucky!” “Buenos dias senorita” Chucky replies, “templo. They should be out soon.”

“Cool thanks. I will wait here.”

“Need anything? Something to drink?” You turn to see a man in a white T-shirt, muscles practically bulging out of the fabric walk toward you. “Uhhh no, I’m good. Sorry, who are you?” He smiled a crooked smirk, “I’m EZ.. Ezekiel. Reyes.”

“Hm. Im Y/N” You grinned back. Just then the door opens and the boys come walking out. Angel approaches you first “wassup Y/N see you met my little brother EZ.” You get off your chair and head for the table across from you “see you later EZ Ezekiel Reyes”. Coco saunters over to Angel and EZ, Angel raises an eyebrow. “Easy prospect. You don’t want her or the trouble that follows.”

“Why what’s her deal?” EZ asked. Angel wraps his arm around EZ, slapping him hard on his shoulder. “That, baby brother, is Bishop’s only daughter.” EZ closed his eyes and let out a sigh “shit”.

Bishop shouts over “Angel! You think your old man could get an order together for us On the quicks for tonight? I’m thinking cook out at my house”. Angel calls out to bishop “yeah! No problem, let me call him.”

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The music is blaring and drinks are flowing. Bishop on the grill while the club lets loose, drinking and enjoying the night. You were talking with some friends when you spot him. God why is he so sexy? You thought to yourself. “Hey.” He steps beside you, offering you a beer and you take it. “Hey EZ, I’m glad you made it out.”

Bishop spots you from across the yard and notices you and EZ engaged in conversation while you laughed and played with your hair drawing closer and closer to EZ. He watches as you laugh at something he says and then place your hand on his arm. He motions to Angel “Angel, Coco, break that shit up.” Coco snickers as he and Angel make their way over. “Hey Boy Scout my beers a little warm eh?” Coco says. Rolling his eyes EZ goes to grab more beer and Angel follows. “What the fuck bro, you got a death wish man? I told you stay away from her. She’s off limits” “we didn’t do nothing man, just talking.” EZ replies. Angel let’s out a chuckle “yeah well don’t looo at her , talk to her, think about her. And please, whatever you do. Don’t fuck her”.

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You were in the kitchen cleaning up at the counter when you glance up to see EZ standing in the doorway. “Hey you.” You smiled at him. He walks over to you and turns you around. “What are you doing Ezekiel?” “I been thinking all day about getting you alone.” He places his hands on your waist and you rest your hands on his forearms. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” He leans in and places a kiss on your cheek. Then your jaw. Then your neck. You close your eyes and let out a drawn out breath as his kiss on your neck sends a shiver down your spine. He comes up and looks at you and you him. “If you’re gonna kiss me Ezekiel, I think now is the time.”

He laughs and leans in and places a gentle kiss on your lips, one hand cupping your cheek and the other making its way up your shirt. You wrap your hands around his kutte and pull him closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you let him in. His hands now roaming madly under your shirt. You pull away, breaking the kiss, “Hey, let’s get out of here. Your place ?” He looks over into the living room to see Bishop and the guys all deep in conversation. “Yeah, you take your car. I’ll text you the address.” “K, don’t let my dad see you follow me out prospect.” You give him a quick kiss and head out.

“Excuse me, you uhh mind if I head out? My old man called, needs some help at the shop.” Bishop makes eye contact with EZ. “Yeah get outta here go.” EZ thanks Bishop and heads out. Angel watching him leave all the while. Pulling into the driveway EZ spots your car a few houses down. You make your way to him and he cuts the engine and gets off his bike. You make your way inside and as soon as the door shuts EZ pulls you into him, arms around your waist, your hands on his biceps.

“Just a disclaimer, if your dad finds out we’re here, I’m a dead man. We don’t have to.” EZ rests his forehead on yours. “Well then I guess we better make sure he doesn’t find out”. You retort. He crashes his lips into yours and you meet his kiss. His hands hungrily roaming your body. You pull at his kutte pushing it off his shoulders and he removes it, placing it on the couch. He grabs the hem of your shirt and lifts it over your head, watching your hair fall down your shoulders. He lifts you into his arms, your arms around his neck and he carries you into his room. He gently lays you down on bed and hovers over you kissing your cheek, the corner of your mouth, lips, making his way down your neck. Your body was on fire, his lips on your skin felt like electricity. You let out a moan and pull at the bottom of his shirt, “off. Now.”

He gets up and removes his shirt, your eyes falling to admire his toned body. “Come here prospect.” He gets back on the bed and you run your hands up and down his abs, his hands working on the button of your cut off shorts while sucking harshly at your neck and collar bone. His mouth makes it way down to the top of your breasts, where he leaves quick kisses and pulls your bra down. He slowly rolls his tongue over your nipple, the other between his fingertips as he pinches at the other. “Ezekiel... take off your pants”. You could feel your panties were soaked, eager to have him inside you. Getting off the bed he removes his pants and you can see how hard he is under his boxers. He quickly reaches over and pulls your shorts, along with your panties down and to the floor.

He spreads your legs apart, exposing yourself to him, and you suddenly feel completely vulnerable. “Jesus fuckin christ.. you’re gonna be the death of me.” He removes his boxers, and your eyes go straight to his cock. He’s rock hard and he gets back on the bed, and runs a finger down your slit. Your eyes close and you let out a soft whimper at his touch. “You like that?” He whispers in your ear. You nod your head in response but it wasn’t good enough. He shoves a finger inside you and you let out a gasp. “I can’t hear you.” “Yes...” you breathe out. He removes his finger and brings it to his lips, licking your juices off.

You can’t take anymore. You need to feel him inside you now. You sat up and pushed him onto his back. Straddling his lap, you take his cock and run it over your pussy before slowly sinking onto him. You throw your head back and let out a moan as he lets out a breath. “Shit EZ.. you feel so good inside me..” you start to rock your hips into his, finding a rhythm as he hands move to your hips to guide you. “Fuck Y/N. Keep going...” he brings his hips up to meet yours with every thrust and you both pick up the pace. Your hands are you in your hair as you push your chest out and he pulls you down and takes a nipple into his mouth. “Fuck EZ... fuck... yeah like that...” your moans fill the air and after a few more thrusts you can start to feel his become sloppy.. “I’m gonna cum Y/N...shit..”

“Cum for me EZ, fill my pussy up..please...” you feel a tightness in your belly and your breath is unsteady “Ezekiel.... I’m cumming .... fuuuuuck...” you both find your release at the same time. He holds himself still as he felt your walls clench around him , his hands on your back. Your head falls forward and rests on his, both trying to catch your breath. You place a kiss to his lips and come up from on top of him. Laying in his bed under the sheets you find yourselves drifting off into a deep sleep, his arm over your side.

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Your eyes flutter open as the sun peeks through the curtains.. you search for your phone but can’t find it. You must have left it in the living room last night. You look over at EZ, peacefully asleep. You roll into him, planting kisses along his shoulder. He slowly wakes up and looks at you and smiles. “Hey.” “Hey, we fell asleep...what time is it?” He turns to grab his phone and checks the time “8:30” he replies. “Okay, I gotta pee. Where’s the bathroom?” “Down the hall, last door on the right.” You get out of bed and EZ leans over grabbing a fistful of your ass. You grab his T-shirt off the side of the bed and throw it on as you walk out.

You pass up the kitchen and see Angel in the kitchen, carton of orange juice in his hand and his eyes go wide when he sees you. “What the fuck, bro! Y/N what the hell! You’re gonna get him killed.” EZ comes out of the room. “Angel please don’t tell my dad I’m here.” He looks at the two of you. “Man little bro. Well what are you gna tell him when he asks you where you got like 30 hickies from?” Your eyes go wide and your hands grab your neck. You were so lost in how good his lips felt against your skin you hadn’t realized how hard he was sucking. “Shit!” You run to the bathroom and look in the mirror.

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[theofficeimagines]

guilty pleasure

Pairing: Ryan Howard/fem reader

  Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, reader and ryan dont really like each other lmao, strong language, mentions of pee but this isnt a piss kink fic i promise

  Word count: 2344

  a/n: this happened in a dream and i dont know how to deal w it so i wrote it out and then i found your blog so im sending it to you anonymously ksdhfkdsjfgh ive never read or written the office fanfiction before i dont know why my brain did this

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  Kelly was invited to a frat party by a friend and naturally begged Ryan to come with. He didn’t seem keen on it, bored as usual with any plans Kelly tried to make to draw him back into a committed relationship, until you walked in on Kelly tugging at Ryan’s arm in the kitchen and she shifted her attention to inquire you. Ryan eyed you silently throughout the exchange. You told her that sure, you’d be there, and smiled. Ryan turned and watched as you left and you heard him suddenly exclaim “Ow!” as Kelly punched him.

  “Why don’t you leave her alone, you know she doesn’t like you.” Kelly grumbled.

  “Yeah, whatever, Kelly, I’ll come to your stupid party.” He replied, clearly not hearing what she’d actually said.

  You knew Ryan had a thing for you. He stares without restraint and always makes suggestive comments whenever he catches you when Kelly isn’t trailing his heels. The first time he tried flirting with you was in the presence of Pam, whom you’d immediately hit it off with. You looked at her, eyebrows raised, when he left, and she rolled her eyes.

  “Don’t worry about him, he does this to every new girl in the office that hasn’t broken thirty yet.” She said, giving you a warm smile.

  Sure, he was kind of cute, but maybe if he wasn’t so god damn pretentious you’d at least try and properly befriend him. But tormenting him with his own lust while keeping him at an arm’s length away was more fun. You didn’t like the way he treated Kelly and you wished she’d wisen up and drop him, but she seemed too far gone in her idolization to be reasoned with. So you didn’t exactly feel bad flirting back and then leaving him high and dry whenever he got particularly irritating. Someone had to have some control over his sexual impulses.

  But you’d never been to a non-office party with him before and couldn’t wait to see what he’d do to try and get your attention.

  You didn’t expect much in the way of formality from a frat party, so you showed up simply in your favorite jeans and the first clean casual shirt you spotted. You were never a makeup person and didn’t intend on starting now.

  By the time you got there, you really had to pee. You cursed yourself for drinking so much highly caffeinated name-brand soda throughout the day and not bothering to use the bathroom before leaving the house.

  You weren’t surprised to walk in and immediately find Ryan chatting up some random girls about how he was the youngest VP in Dunder Mifflin history and now how he’s some pseudo deep artist because “it didn’t really suit me.” He pretended he didn’t notice you come in and cleared his throat, suddenly overtaken by “um, uh.” He quickly recovered and continued his yapping, scooting closer to one of the girls to brush her hair out of her face and over her ear.

  Unimpressed, you sauntered over and placed your hand on his shoulder. “The real reason he isn’t VP anymore is because he got fired and arrested for committing fraud.” You said to the girls with a smile, kissed his cheek, and walked away to find the bathroom.

  Ryan stared at you, mouth agape. You heard the girls laughing despite the loud music and one of them said, “Wait, you got arrested?” incredulously.

  You were maybe ten steps away when Ryan finally snapped back to reality and shouted, “Hey!”

  You ignored him, shouldering past some sweaty, already drunk frat boys to get further into the house, toward where you assumed a bathroom might be.

  He followed and hollered, “Hey, (Y/N), what the fuck!”

  You finally stopped and turned on your heel as you heard your name. He seemed surprised and paused, causing you to cross your arms and look at him expectantly.

  “Why’d you do that? I was totally gonna lay one of those girls tonight!” He said in that classic Ryan Howard exasperated whine.

  Raising your brows, you scoffed and sounded a sarcastic, “Uh-huh.” before beginning to turn away again.

  “Hey,” he started and you sighed and turned back, “- I know you’re too stuck up and too deep into the feminist movement to sleep with me, but at least you could let me get on with other girls!”

  You laughed. “Ryan, your shit doesn’t work on me. I know you only came because I did and you were only talking to those girls to make me jealous.”

  “Fine, whatever, I give up.” He responded by throwing up his hands.

  “Really? That easy? After all this time?”

  “Yeah, if you’re playing hard to get, you’re playing too hard to get because I’m tired of this.” He seemed genuine for the first time in his entire life and you felt a small pang of disappointment in your chest. You enjoyed messing with him, and who knows, maybe one day you’d finally give him what he wanted.

  “Alright, hun, good luck with that.” Your tone was sarcastic as you patted the side of his arm. He glared at you and you turned away to continue on your quest for a bathroom. Any bathroom.

  The house was much larger than it looked. Or at least it seemed that way with so many people swarming in it, moving freely from room to room, the only rooms with closed doors barely contained the moans of frisky college kids. You hadn’t dared open any of them, not wishing to see something you might regret. You were about to give up and leave when you found Kelly.

  “Hey Kelly, where’s the bathroom?” You grabbed her arm to get her attention.

  “Whaaaaaa? I can’t hear you man!” She slurred. She was drunk. “The music’s sooooo loud!” She doubled over giggling.

  “The bathroom. Where is it?” You said louder.

  “Oh it’s ummm…. It’s uhhh…. This is a frat house, man! Just go whenever you want!” Kelly danced as she gave you her unhelpful advice.

  You sighed heavily, your bladder not enjoying the movement from being jostled about by wasted party-goers. You continued your way through the house when you spotted Ryan again. He was chatting up the girl whose hair he’d been playing with earlier. Something inside you snapped, you actually became jealous despite yourself, and you marched over.

  Grabbing Ryan hard by the arm, you pulled him away roughly as he hollered at you what your problem was.

  “Take me to the bathroom.” You demanded.

  When he saw the look in your eye, realization dawned on his face and he said, “Look, (Y/N), if this is another one of your games -”

  Despite your better judgement, you grabbed his face and kissed him ferociously. “Take me to the bathroom.” You commanded once again.

  This time he simply nodded and lead you by the hand through the crowded building.

  Upon finding an empty restroom, you whispered to yourself, “Thank God,” and began to enter when you realized Ryan was following closely behind you. You quickly turned and pushed him out, saying, “Wait, I actually have to pee.” and shut the door in his face.

  Having finally drained your bladder and washed your hands, you swung open the door to find Ryan still standing directly outside it. You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the room, slamming the door shut and locking it and placing another hard kiss on his lips. He kissed back, almost angrily; your teeth gnashing one another’s. You didn’t know what had gotten into you, you didn’t know why you wanted this so suddenly, but you wanted it now and you wanted it bad. And you could tell he did too.

  Pulling away for air, Ryan gasped, “So we’re really doing this, huh?”

  “Shut up.” You snapped, untucking his shirt because of course it was tucked in, and grabbing him by the back of the head to pull him in once again. He made you so fucking angry, he was so annoying and manipulative - maybe you just needed to get this frustration out of your system by taking it out with none other than Ryan’s own body. You tugged at his hair, nails digging lightly into his scalp, as his hands ran up your shirt, setting your skin on fire.

  His mouth moved to your jaw and he backed you up towards the counter. “Feisty, huh?” He mumbled against your skin, his breath making you shiver.

  “God, you are so annoying.” You gasped as he moved to kiss down your neck, biting hard at your flesh.

  “I wouldn’t have to be so annoying if you weren’t such a bitch.” He said into your ear.

  You growled, grabbing his face to kiss him again, this time biting down on his bottom lip and sucking on it, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat and he smacked and squeezed your ass. You felt wild, feral - you hated it when men called you a bitch. But when Ryan did it, it made you wanna fuck him harder.

  He grabbed your thighs and pulled away just enough to say, “Jump,” across your lips. You obliged and he helped you unto the counter; whatever was on it before you clattering to the floor and into the adjacent sink. He tugged your shirt over your head and you began to unbutton his. His mouth and teeth back on your neck and jaw, his hands roughly grabbing at the bare skin of your torso, you fumbled feverishly with his stupid button-up. You caved and tore open the shirt, the buttons popping surprisingly easily from their stitches.

  “Hey -” Ryan began to protest, but you quickly cut him off.

  “Don’t call me a bitch.”

  He shrugged off the shirt and you took the chance to get rid of your bra. Ryan hissed at the sight of your breasts and didn’t hesitate to grab them. Heat pooled in your belly and you ran your nails down his chest, his abs, his hips…. And you began to pull apart his belt. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your breasts as you impatiently tugged at his jeans.

  “Jesus, just fuck me already, Ryan!” You whined, and he finally got the hint to push down his jeans and pull off yours as you braced against the counter to lift your butt. He pulled down your painties along with your jeans and you shimmied your feet out of them, Ryan wasting no time to take off his boxers.

  He took his hardened length into his hand and began pumping it in his fist, grabbing your chin to kiss you roughly. You spread your legs, scooting toward the edge of the counter to encourage him to finally start fucking you. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down your slit, spreading your wetness.

  “You ready for this?” Ryan questioned.

  “Fuck me.” You answered simply.

  Ryan didn’t need anymore convincing. He grabbed your hips and thrust hard inside you and you let out a loud whimper. He didn’t bother allowing you to adjust to his size, instead setting a brutal pace that turned you on even more. You hooked your arms under his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin, pulling down his back and back up again and buried your face into his shoulder. He moaned, grabbing your throat and pushing you back, forcing you to watch as he fucked you senseless. He watched as your breasts bounced with his movement and used his other hand to rub your clit.

  You were a fucking mess, moaning and whining as he pulled you back forward and trapped your body against his so he could rut into you harder, his fingers hard on your clit.

  “Oh fuck!” You cried, nails digging back into his shoulders. The fact that you knew you shouldn’t be doing this, the way he was grabbing you and biting you and kissing you, the rough and painful way he handled you, the fact that you were in a stranger’s house, only turned you on even more. You ground your hips desperately against his and wrapped your legs around his waist and he moaned, his fingers bruising your sides.

  Ryan grabbed your face with one hand, forcing you to look at him, and he groaned, “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

  You whimpered. “I’m not your baby.” You responded indignantly.

  He grabbed your thigh with his other hand, pulled it further up his torso and hooked it over his elbow, spreading you wider and pounding you harder. You cried out, clenching around him, that heat in your belly feeling insatiable.

  His fingers came back down on your clit and you held onto his shoulders for dear life.

  “God, you feel so fucking good.” He moaned.

  The two of you were slick with sweat, the room filled with animalistic noises and the sound of your skin smacking together. The coil in your belly felt just about ready to snap, all you were capable of was repeating varients of, “Oh God, oh fuck, oh shit,” and releasing the most wanton moans and whines. You could feel Ryan was close too, his breathing ragged and his thrusts becoming more erratic.

  It wasn’t until Ryan buried his hand into your hair and pulled, hard, that your orgasm shook your body and you screamed. Warmth spread all throughout your body as you came, and you clutched and clawed at Ryan for support. You heard him grumble something like, “So fucking hot,” as he rode out your high.

  Soon enough, he buried himself deep inside you and came, biting into neck and sucking hard, sure to leave a nice bruise. He pulled back and grabbed your face to kiss you, softer this time.

  The two of you stayed pressed against each other for a few moments, trying to catch your breath, before Ryan pulled out of you and you released your iron-clad grip on him.

  “Did we just hatefuck?” Ryan asked.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I think so.” You breathed.

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So Much Missed Time

Garou always spends too much time away for Badd's liking. 

So funny story, this fic was actually born from a NSFW challenge on Twitter, wherein I offered bits and pieces for milestone numbers of likes. I hope you enjoy it now.

Cut is for length as well as content.

The messy, awkward kiss from upside down takes Badd off-guard. But then, he should have been paying attention, dozing in the open like this. He’s in full hero garb, lying in the grass at the top of the hill overlooking the city, holding his bat against his side. “Hey!” he snaps, but when he opens his eyes and sees a familiar jawline, a long muscular neck, and just the softest strands of white hair, he yanks the head down harder instead of smacking it away.

Garou purrs, cool hands grabbing his face.

Badd’s panting when he finally grumbles, “Fucker. Where ya been? Worryin’ me sick, with that stupid hobo monster boy bullshit…”

Sharp teeth nip his bottom lip before immediately sucking at the skin. It’s embarrassing how easy it is to make him gasp and shudder at that. “Shut up. Had to disappear for a bit. Blame your little hero club. They always want to make my life difficult.”

Badd doesn’t have a response to that. He could retort that he’s not exactly making it easy for him either, showing up like this when he’s on the clock as Metal Bat. All it would take is one nosy asshole with a cell phone, and they would both be in trouble.

God, he tastes good. Kissing Garou is like kissing a snowstorm and a knife fight. Badd’s the one who has to bring the softness to it, or they would both pull away bleeding and bruised. 

“Did you miss me that much, little Bat?” the Human Monster chides, one of those stupidly perfect fingers drawing circles on his chin. His catike grin and gold, mirthful eyes make his heart ache as much as his fists clench. “Was it that long?”

“Two weeks, asshole.” Badd grabs him and flips him over, next to him, but the bastard even makes falling look good, laughing and landing like it’s nothing. Then, he licks into his mouth like a real wolf, a wild greeting of wet pink, and Badd lets him in.

It’s a lifetime - being born, living, and dying to kiss those lips - before Badd finally pulls away. Then, he grabs loose fistfuls of black sweater and shakes Garou twice. This isn’t a fight. Garou would know if he wanted to rumble. “Ya could tell a guy,” he says, headbutting firmly into his shoulder to hide his face as much as get a smell of him. 

“Huh?”

“Don’t ‘huh’ me,” he snaps. “Ya think I’m gonna tattle on ya? Let ya get caught? At this point?”

“I--”

“Do ya know how bad ya made Zenko feel?! She’s askin’ me when you’re comin’ t’ dinner again, and I can’t even tell her.” His voice is loud, and that stupid perfect chiseled chest he’s muffling it into feels like a wall. “I don’t care if ya treat me like a dickhead, but if ya hurt my sister’s feelings again, I’ll kill ya.”

For several seconds, there’s nothing. Then, Garou moves.

If it were anyone else doing it, maybe the sensation of arms encircling him wouldn’t be that big of a deal. Badd gets hugs a lot: from his barber, from Zenko, from his neighbors and people he saves. But Garou hugging him - holding him, pulling him in, slow and tight, like he’s something important - that’s completely different.

“Sorry,” a voice murmurs in his ear. It tickles. 

Badd dares to hold him too, and at first, it’s trembling muscles and everything thin, so thin, has he been eating? And he doesn’t say anything, because another two weeks of nothing seems like too much to handle, and if he scares him away…

“I won’t do it again,” Garou whispers, holding him even closer, until there isn’t even room to breathe. 

“I don’t care if ya need space, yeah?” Badd kisses his jaw. “Just talk to me.”

His shirt is being pulled up from where it’s tucked into his hakama, and fingertips move up his spine. “Later,” Garou agrees, husky and already much too close to him.

“Ya couldn’t jus’...wait for me to get home.” Badd can’t stand the thought of pushing Garou away, telling him to wait, because he doesn’t even think he can. Not after this long, barely even touching himself because he’s gotten too used to way Garou does it, pressing and digging in, finding every pleasure center he didn’t know that he had. 

“No,” Garou says simply, “I couldn’t. Because they keep you on this stupid shift, and by the time you get home, Zenko would be back from piano.”

“Babe.” Badd pushes him back, and at first Garou snarls - did he think he was going to poke fun for being considerate? Or did he hate being interrupted? - but he peppers his cheek with kisses anyway. “Did ya seriously remember our schedules?”

“Yeah? So?” He’s trying so hard to look nonplussed, the loser.

Badd rolls him over so he’s lying on top of Garou’s body, gazing down into eyes that are growing darker. “I dunno. Somethin’ about ya bein’ sweet kinda gets me goin.’”

“Oh, is that what does it for you?” He grabs his ass and uses it to pull him in so tight, and both of them react to it, hard heat striking and rubbing between way too many layers of clothing. “Watch out, hero. I’m going to woo the shit out of you.”

Badd almost chokes on a snort, because he’s moaning now under his breath, leaning down to travel through all the lines of sinew and muscles and pale glory beneath him. Garou manhandles his chest, pulls and grabs at all the soft spots that should be embarrassing as hell, but it just has him devouring his mouth.

Someone could show up at any moment. Any fucking moment.

“I gotta get out of these fuckin’ pants,” Badd growls, and his fingers are shaking as he gets to work.

Badd is so focused on his own pants - damning all the straps and buttons, a curse of looking so fucking cool - that he almost misses Garou disrobing. He’s so long and graceful, it’s like what he imagines maybe a snake might look like shedding its skin. Actually no. Probably not, because there’s no struggle to it, no effort. This is a practiced dance, and Garou’s skin shines pale like snow, flexes hard like a statue. There’s nothing with any kind of give to it…

Badd can’t wait to get his mouth on him.

And then off go the little slipper shoes (cute) and white slacks, and Badd will never, ever get used to how he doesn’t wear anything underneath, or how the length of him swings free, long and hard and rising, especially when he notices how Badd is staring. He strokes it like it’s the handle of a sword.

“Seriously? You haven’t even gotten those stupid parachute pants off yet?” Something in Garou’s voice isn’t actually as annoyed as his words would make it seem. He likes to be watched, Badd fills in. “Let me.”

He doesn’t actually go for the pants. Instead, he travels up under the shirt, across his belly, pushing it up with just his wrists while his hands stroke Badd’s torso. Groping. Studying. Playing. How can he still have all his damn clothes on but feel so exposed?

Finally, Garou lifts the whole red garment off, and turns his head at the pants. Back and forth, a little frustrated. He better not try to rip them off. “These things are fucking stupid,” he grouses. “A corset would be easier to get off.”

Just a few more knots and there. Finally. Garou tugs them off and practically growls when his briefs come into view, like he had put them on this morning just to rile him up. “Why? Is that what ya wanna see me in next time ya decide t’ jump my bones in the woods?” 

The glint of his eyes makes Badd’s entire body burn. “No.” Garou takes the underwear off in a movement that’s so fast it’s like a magic trick, like someone removing a tablecloth from a set table without disturbing a dish. Garou kisses him, possessive, hard. “Only because I would kill anyone else who dared to see you in it.”

Maybe if it were a different time and place, they might be tender. They might take their time, exploring one another’s bodies, the chill of Garou’s skin creating and then subsequently rubbing away goosebumps as they scatter across Badd’s flesh.

But the moment they are naked, and all there is is this, is them, after weeks without contact...the desperation ignites between their bodies. They have to touch, they have to taste, they have to rub and grind.

Badd follows his desire from earlier and at some point he actually licks all the way up Garou’s abs. They feel like river rocks when they’re still soft, before the sun dries them out.

Garou grabs his biceps and squeezes so hard that it almost hurts. He does that a few times, with different parts of his body, actually. His stomach, crushing him back against his front. His thighs, leaving marks. And when he digs his nails into Badd’s chest, he moans and squirms.

“Watch it. Ya want...fuck, ya want me t’ finish already?”

That just urges him on. He bites a pec so hard the Badd sees stars. He almost doesn’t notice Garou touch his cock until he presses a finger presses past his lips. It’s only when Badd swirls his tongue he realizes that he’s tasting himself, that Garou is playing with the tears of arousal that are building up and dripping down the length of him. 

“I...really fuckin’ missed ya, Garou,” he whines, when his mouth is free again. “Seriously.”

“You think you were the only one?” That’s as close as he’s going to get the words back. It’s fine. He’s not with Garou because of his romantic streak anyway. Maybe he’s not with him at all, but even if he isn’t, it’s pretty clear they are both not-with-each-other together. That’s enough for now.

Badd gives him a kick when Garou pushes him down and grabs for his discarded pants. “Swear to god, if ya fuckin’ did all that just to run off…” He knows he won’t, but he’s still frustrated. He wants to keep going. He wants more. 

Garou holds up a travel-sized bottle of lube, and Badd actually laughs. “I just like to be prepared, okay.”

Badd isn’t really given an option on what position to take. Garou takes his legs on his shoulders like it’s nothing at all, shoving two slick fingers inside, both stretching him and strangling out a moan from his throat.

“G, am I...fuck, am I too heavy? Ya don’t gotta…”

“Stop that.” His voice isn’t even strained. “You’re perfect.”

Badd flexes his abs to sit up just enough to snag his wild hair and pull him into a kiss. His prize is a sound of feral pleasure, like a dog having the perfect spot scratched. And that’s not including the third finger inside of him, crooking and seeking the part of him that’s sending his toes curling in the grass.

“Get in,” he groans, reaching out and down between his legs. “Garou, I need it…”

“Okay. Okay, fuck, hang on.” Badd watches him pour lube on his cock, so much that it drips in strings onto the ground, and then he’s shoving it in so hard and so fast that it’s a good thing Badd didn’t give him a hard time about the mess because fuck.

He’s trying not to think of the grass stains. Or the bite marks on either of them. Or any of the other marks that Garou is leaving, deep and passionate, as red as his trademark shirt. He wants to say he’s missed this, and he knows that Garou has too. Their kisses start tasting coppery. It’s like their first fight all over again, but some dreamy version, one that Badd never, ever thought possible.

Garou is so big it feels like he’s splitting him open, and maybe he is, because the flicker of his Fighting Spirit is keeping his stamina up with the (former?) Hero Hunter. “Garou…”

He doesn’t answer. His pupils are tiny sunspots lost in a golden glow.

He should have asked about a condom. Because when Garou comes, he can already tell he’s going to be dripping all the way home, until he gets to the bath. But that thought isn’t stopping him from curling up into a tight ball and then exploding between them, all over their fronts. If anything, it actually makes him come harder than he had thought possible. 

Usually, Garou is ready to go, after he finishes. He’s out the window, or zipping down the hall, or whatever...but right here, in one of the most dangerous places they could be, he stays. A cold marble spoon against his back, a bit sticky, and clutching him in a way, but...he stays.

“I should go,” Badd says after some time, even though long arms are criss-crossed around him like straps. Garou makes a sound like an unhappy cat. “C’mon. Jus’ headin’ home. You can come too.”

Okay, the Human Monster seems sated, and he’s about to pull his pants on when something hard and wide goes into his ass, which is still stretched but also elicits a noise from him. 

“What the fuck is that?!” It’s not his cock. Or his fingers. Badd reaches back and feels the curved end of a plug that’s been rather unceremoniously shoved inside of him. “Where the hell were ya keepin’ that?!”

“While I understand that you like to wear pants that don’t have pockets,” he snarks, slapping one of his asscheeks and making the entire thing move inside of him, recharged electric heat coming from his toes and up to his eyes, “not all of us feel the same way. They are very helpful for carrying things like lube and toys and whatnot…”

Badd glares, and he’s not sure why, but he pulls his pants up the rest of the way. The walk to the train isn’t easy, and when someone offers ‘the best hero Metal Bat-san’ a seat, Garou shoves him into it, and for a second, his eyes roll up into his head.

Zenko isn’t home yet, thank god, and Garou backs him up into the bedroom. “You said so yourself,” he points out. “It’s been two weeks.” It’s only because he actually does sound somewhat longing that Badd doesn’t tell him to fuck off so he can go take the thing out and grab a shower.

Garou doesn’t remove it, though. He pushes Badd onto the bed facedown and tears the hakama off (which is fine, since it was never properly put back together). He pours more lube all over him, creating a layer of sheen so thick it catches the afternoon light in the window.

And he’s so glad they are alone, because Badd howls when Garou shoves the beast that is his cock in beside the toy. The bed, freshly clean, is quickly a mess of arousal and lubricant, pouring all over the sheets, not to mention the drool coming from the side of his mouth as it remains perpetually open. 

When Garou comes, his fluids explode in all directions, and he wrenches his head up to kiss him like it’s a punch in the mouth. They’re both all in when it comes to making up for lost time.