#yes I do like hip hop dammit

[nemesis-dreamer]

My hot take is that I don’t like Hamilton. It’s a hot take because every time I say I don’t like Hamilton, someone says to give it a chance. My brother in Christ, it’s been years, you’re not going to change my mind.

[existslikepristin]

Okay, so this is significantly larger than other parts have been. Don't expect them to be this big in the future, you greedy little—

Anyway, glad to be posting again. I hope you enjoy this part because it was very fun to write! The next part will probably be about two weeks from now, as I'm currently moving into a new place (not a BIG move, but exhausting nonetheless). Good riddance to bad rubbish, creepy landlord!

Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie, futanari, threesome, P-in-V sex, anal sex, a suspicious volume of jizz

(Story Index)

Joy joins

You smirk at Joy's shock. "You looked a little thirsty, Joy."

Her shock disappears and she smiles right back (fucking dammit). "I'm always thirsty."

Somehow, that statement sounds a lot more menacing and/or existentially horrifying if she’s not exaggerating than whatever you expected she'd say. Anecha doesn't notice, still twitching from her orgasm, head hung low and the last bit of her cum dribbling down over your knuckles.

Anyway, "So you want some more?" you ask.

Joy hops off the bed. "Of course!"

"More?" Anecha sounds like she’s having some small difficulty catching her breath. She wipes her hair away from her eyes.

“If you’re not satisfied, yes,” you say and nibble on her earlobe. 

You already know what her response will be, given the way her nipple and cock harden even further from their already hard state under your fingers, but you still love the way she responds, breathless, “Yes, master. I want more.”

With that, Joy removes your hand from Anecha’s dick, and fully engulfs it in her mouth. You’d call it a deepthroat, but that’s just not technically accurate. But deepthroat or not, it wakes Anecha right back up. She gasps and clutches at your hips for support. Her pussy clutches your cock as well.

Rather than take complete control, you allow yourself a few moments to just enjoy this. You take Anecha’s bikini “armor” all the way off and palm her tits, doing your mortal dangedest to match what you assume is Joy’s intensity. Anecha wiggles, unable to do much more as both of her genitalia sets are locked into place, but that's oh-so-pleasantly acceptable.

"Gods, master…" Anecha moans, "This feels so… so good!"

Pulling out a bit, you 

"You like that?" you whisper.

"Fuck yes!" Joy responds.

You smack your forehead. "I meant Anecha."

"Yeah. Her dick is easy to blow, delicious, and I can feel how much she appreciates it. What's not to like?"

"No. The question was for Anecha."

"Oh! Haha, duh. How about it, Anecha? Do you like it when I suck your beautiful cock while master fucks your pretty little pussy?"

Anecha blinks and coughs awkwardly, “Um. Yes.”

“Nice,” Joy says, and then goes back to sucking, thankfully.

You roll your eyes and your hips. Anecha reacts to the latter in kind, bucking the short distance she can, held between you and Joy even more firmly as Joy slips her fingers between your bodies, groping Anecha’s ass.

Anecha groans and whimpers, even as you twist her part way around so you can kiss her. The sounds reverberate in your mouth. It’s clear that Anecha’s overwhelmed. Her hands roam wildly, both where she can reach you and Joy, the tips of her fingers twitching constantly. Her eyes flutter, unfocused, and her words (when you separate yourself enough from her to allow her to speak) are simple, stuttered noises that only give you the barest hint of their meaning.

“Master, your girl’s about to cum again,” Joy's voice saunters out. Sounds like she’s putting in a little more effort not to quip.

You slow to a stop and kiss the back of Anecha’s neck. “Not yet. I want to see her cum in your ass.”

Joy stands up, hugging you (and making an Anecha sandwich), smirking. “Do you want to feel her cum in my ass too?”

“Wh-wha?” Anecha stammers. You’re unsure too.

Joy takes Anecha’s cheeks in her hands and pulls their faces close together. Joy is kind of tall, but Anecha’s a tiny bit taller. “Just a little magic, honey. I’ll make you feel what master feels when he cums in your pussy too, if you want.”

You wish (BUT NOT LIKE THAT) that you could see Anecha’s face. She nods in tiny and gets pulled in for a steamy make out. The way she moans, you’d think Joy was still deepthroating her dick, not tonguing her lips… but that’s a potential double entendre giving you some great ideas. You should write that down.

“Master?” Joy asks, breaking you out of your futa cunnilingus fun thoughts.

“Yes, I’ll have what she’s having.”

One very literal floating sensation later, the whole Anecha sandwich is on the bed. Joy’s on her back, Anecha’s on top of her, and you sit up so you’re not smashing them. They’re making out again, and you get a wonderful view of everything between their legs. From top to bottom, one tiny asshole, a lovely pussy, a cock mostly covering Joy’s ever-weird vagina-free zone, and the metallic, slightly green sheen of the buttplug. Goodness, your ideas are great.

You twist the plug slowly out of Joy, making her moans melt in with Anecha’s, and you admire her slightly open ass, still slick with your cum. It was from hours ago, but it still seems… fresh somehow. Probably more magic stuff. Regardless, your cum mixed with whatever mystical lube flows over the flawless surface as you calmly spin the plug around before touching the warm tip to Anecha’s butt.

Guessing by the muffled but exuberant “mhm’s” and Joy’s groping, spreading hands, everybody else is excited about this idea, so you push. Anecha is tighter, as you could have expected, but a three person team effort is nothing to scoff at. Her asshole stretches and collapses under the plug’s base in the most satisfying way. Without skipping a beat, you also guide her cock into Joy’s ass. All of it makes Anecha squirm, curls her toes, and arches her back. It’s a wonder that she doesn’t cum immediately, but it could be a result of how recently she had her first orgasm of the morning.

To finish off this little jenga tower of sex, you press the tip of your cock to Anecha’spussy and make your way back inside with some difficulty due to the amount of space the plug in her ass is taking up, but certainly with no other difficulty due to how pouring wet it is.

You thought Anecha was overwhelmed before, but it feels like it was nothing now. One of her hands is trapped somewhere under Joy, but the other is clutching the sheets, knuckles white. She bounces up and down, held mostly in place by Joy’s legs wrapped around her back. It sounds like she’s crying, sobbing even, into Joy’s mouth.

Joy catches your attention with a little wave, and points up. Curls of green smoke form letters, words, and eventually a whole message that floats over Anecha’s head just long enough for you to read it:

Hey master! I just thought you might like to know how much raw lust is coming out of Anecha right now. It’s incredible! She’s had one girlfriend and one boyfriend, and after her breakups she’s been having these wonderful dreams about this exact scenario except the butt plug, which is new but she is loving it. Oh, right, so I kind of experience her entire life because when you magically create a living being, you’re connected to them fourth dimensionally. The fifth dimension is an option but it’s kind of overkill OKAY, I’m sorry she’s not a “real anime girl”. I got carried away with the creation bit, and Anecha is kind of my OC (don’t steal). I promise there are girls from actual anime in the app too. I modeled Nami from One Piece after the live action one, but pretty much all of the rest are just like their anime counterparts but fully rendered in 3D. I think you’ll really like Flannery. You know, from Pokemon. Anyway, I could have told you all this later. What was I going to sa RIGHT yeah, Anecha’s favorite part is your cock in her pussy. If you ask her later she’ll probably say her favorite part was the blowjob I gave her but her mind is absolutely swimming with desire for your cock, so it would be SUPER hot if you give her a taste after you cum. Figured I would puff up your pride a little bit by telling you about that. And on that note, I have been holding back her orgasm. I was going to tell you several minutes ago that you can release it by lightly pinching her nipples, but her dick is PULSING in my ass, and the desperation in her lust is intoxicating. It’s sexy in a kind of tragic way. Yeah, just a little pinch and she’ll explode. I guarantee that as soon as you feel it, you’ll go off too. Go as deep as you can inside her. At this point, she NEEDS it in the worst way.

Realizing now that you read all of that mostly unnecessary bullshit while Anecha was being supernaturally edged, you feel a little bad for her. You give her one long, slow thrust until you’re completely hilted inside her, then you grab her by the hip and pull even harder, flattening her ass against your pelvis. Not only are you as deep as you can possibly be, but you’re also pushing the plug as well. Some part of that last sentence is making her whimper pathetically. You reach down without compromising the position of your hips, slide your hands between Anecha and Joy’s breasts, give them each a brief rub, and finally, carefully, you pinch.

Immediately, there’s a cacophony of noise and a barrage of sensation slamming your ears and all of your nerve endings respectively. Anecha screams, Joy screams, you scream. Your dick, separated from your body, erupts with cum, flooding Joy’s ass with a quantity you couldn’t have even imagined last night—Wait, that’s Anecha’s dick, but it’s you that’s cumming, you think. But your cock is erupting too, doing exactly the same thing to Anecha’s pussy. Said pussy is erupting right back, your mixed juices spraying out so emphatically that the sound of it splashing against your stomach is actually audible over all the screaming. Anecha’s hand finds yours and crushes it, consequently crushing her own tit. It’s appropriately meta, as your brains at last seem to be simultaneously registering that you’re experiencing multiple, edged-out orgasms all at once. Stars pop in your vision, partially and rudely obscuring Anecha’s heaving back and Joy’s twitching legs.

It’s all you can do to stay upright, even on your knees. Even so, with all the difficulty you’re having, it looks like Anecha has it worse. Her scream peters out into one long, pained groan between gasped breaths and she convulses like she’s going through one of those crazy fake aphrodisiac JAV orgasms. In her case, it could very well be real. You felt it, after all, and it is appropriately crazy. Plus, she’s got the added stimulation of having her holes stuffed and pounded and her body being groped all over. Maybe you could feel all that sometime… But not this time. You’re already struggling to come down from your cum high, but Anecha is clearly failing to do so.

For her part, Joy doesn’t seem to be in orgasm mode any more, but she pulls Anecha’s head down into the crook of her neck and you see her face for the first time in a little while. Her expression is still euphoric, open mouth, eyes rolled partially up, and breath heavy. You still feel her ass around “your” dick, rhythmically clenching and massaging in that inhuman way that no mortal ass or pussy can do (not that you’d disparage the wonderful feeling of Anecha’s beautiful, quivering core). She sighs heavily and takes a hand off Anecha’s butt to give you a thumbs up, then flops back onto the bed.

“Good game, master,” she says somewhat breathlessly, “I knew we gave Anecha the right build… You’re DPS, I’m support, and she tanks… Perfect basic team composition.”

“What the… shut up,” you respond, similarly out of breath.

Joy gives you a stupid grin, “We’ll make sure to balance elemental equipment next time too.”

You roll your eyes and pat Anecha’s back, rubbing softly. “And how about you? Still feeling good?”

Anecha rolls to the side a bit, and both of your cocks slip out of their respective holes. They’re both quite hard, but her pussy and Joy’s ass both gush with a truly shocking volume of jizz as soon as she moves, ensuring you’re pushed out. Joy gives you a guilty shrug when you look up at her from the impossibly large streams of spunk.

Lips quaking, eyes slightly red, tears smeared all over her face, and somehow with her minimalist makeup perfectly unskewed, Anecha smiles at you. “Master… I’ve never felt… so good in my whole life.”

You climb up, planting kisses from her sweat-slicked hips to her mouth, then her nose and forehead. She giggles, though still notably with a rasp. “Good to hear.”

Anecha puts her shaking hands on your face and kisses your chin, then your lips. “Please, master, um… I’m a little weak now, but can we… please do this again?”

You can’t help but smile. “Of course. For you? With you? Happily.”

She shyly hunches her chin to her chest. “Thank you… A-and the mess I made?”

Looking down at your uniformly white-glazed cock, you chuckle and remember Joy’s smoke message. “I think we all contributed, but…”

Climbing further up, you end up with your penis hovering next to Anecha’s cheek. She reacts quickly, catching a drop of cum on her tongue before it hits the sheets. For a moment, she stares, shocked, and then closes her eyes and runs her tongue along your cock.

“Master… gods, master, it tastes perfect…” she mumbles, irises practically turning into hearts as she slowly cleans you off, savoring every lick.

You give Joy another raised eyebrow and she points up again, another message curling out of green smoke:

Okay. So. Yes. I “engineered” her taste buds so that her brain registers the taste of your cum as extremely delicious. As far as she’s concerned, all sex fluids taste good. Yours is just the best. What are you going to do? Fuck my ass and sue me? To be clear, suing me won’t do you any good. You can fuck my ass and wish for as much money as you want though. That is definitely an option. No legal battle required.

You’d roll your eyes at her again, but by the time you’re done reading, Joy has already slipped down between Anecha’s legs. Anecha moans with her lips around the head of your cock as Joy gently removes the butt plug from her.

Options:

Go to work and put Anecha back in the app so she can rest. You need to get something done.

Leave her out. Anecha can rest on your bed in the real world while you go to work.

Ask Anecha if she wants to stay or go, and also wish for infinite money so work is unnecessary.

[lowkeyrobin]

TOMMYINNIT ; music taste

summary ; you try to get him into your rock/metal music taste on stream and it goes surprisingly well

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 556

guys I'm a fan of every band/artist mentioned don't come for me 😭🙏

masterlist ; my rock/metal/idk playlist

"I'm only doing this because I love you" Tommy groans and sighs, looking at his camera with a 'not angry, just disappointed look'

Chat responds with defenses of your music taste, being much different than many of your friends.

You lightly shove his shoulder and find your rock playlist on his Spotify account, and scroll all the way down to Waiting For The End by Linkin Park.

"This is more like, nu-metal / alt rock. Much lighter than other stuff, I'm easing you in, Big Man" You smile, leaning back in your chair as you share an earbud with the blonde.

Tommy lightly bops his head for the first 45 seconds, then intently listens as Chester performs his lines with the very comforting, slight strain in his voice in which he calls in desperation.

By the two minute mark, Tommy was pleased. And by the end, he gave it a 7/10, signaling he was a Linkin Park fan in the making. That recieved a loud round of applause from you, genuinely happy that he seemed to actually enjoy the art of Linkin Park, the industrial, hip-hop, alt-rock/nu-metal sound of one of your favorite bands.

Next was recommended and voted upon by chat, Cobra (Rock Remix) by Megan Thee Stallion featuring Spiritbox.

Tommy wasn't the biggest fan, but he still jammed out, mostly finding displeasure in Megan's lyrics because hearing about someone's genuine, rough moments made him sad more than anything. He did actually like the song, he just had to get used to hearing about venting and whatnot in music like a sheltered child. He happened to love Courtney's vocals, leading you to switch to Secret Garden so he can hear more.

Sadly, he didn't end up liking Seether or Saliva that much, but he seemed interested in New Years Day and Sleep Token.

He seemed to really like Alkaline, and you replayed it at least five times to he could learn the lyrics and sing along with you. Safe to say when the VOD came out, the editors were going to go crazy and people would end up making the clip a Spotify podcast episode to listen.

Safe to say, it went better than expected, and Tommy had to make a new playlist to share some heavier music with you.

"What was that other one? The one that said reminded you of Superman or Batman or something?" The blonde asks, typing away to make a playlist on his desktop.

"Blurry by Puddle Of Mudd" You smile, patting him on the shoulder, "Chat, this went well. Tommy's joined the cool kids cult"

Tommy places a kiss on your cheek with a little thank you for appreciation. "God dammit, I wanna play Alkaline again!" He groans, returning to clicking away on his keyboard and mouse, adding some songs.

"Got a new favorite song, Simons?" You smile smugly

"Yes! It's very good, thank you!"

He invites you as a collaborator over Discord and uploads a picture of you two for the playlist cover, and leaks it to stream, telling chat to go find it like hunting dogs.

By the end of the stream, you were yelling, and probably disturbing neighbors in the process, the lyrics to 1000 Oceans by Tokio Hotel, slowly closing the stream out with a little karaoke finale.

"Thank you, Y/n"

"Anytime, Tommy"

[anotherwvba]

Learning on the Job pt. 3

The WVBA Gym was abuzz with activity, as it was every Wednesday morning. Von Kaiser’s thick German accent and authoritative voice boomed as he worked with the children’s class. On the other side of the gym, a hip hop beat played loudly as Disco Kid’s “Grands’ Glove-Up” boxercise class for senior citizens was in full swing. And amidst all of this, boxers and hopefuls alike trained hard with their coaches, either for upcoming fights or hoping to get the opportunity to compete in the WVBA’s rings.

Beside one of the many rings in the gym, Gemma, Skye, and Mika were running through a ladder drill to hone their footwork. Skye’s coach Vanessa and Gemma’s stunt coordinator Dudley watched on closely, Vanessa providing most of the feedback and encouragement. 

“C’mon, ladies! Smooth like butter, slick like ice,” Vanessa called out. “If the other girl can’t hit you, she can’t beat you.”

Skye circled from the front of the line to the back, “Yes, Coach!” As she started her next lap through the ladder, Skye saw Gemma struggling with the swift and precise movements, “You’ve got this, Goldie! Let’s go!”

“C’mon you blasted…” Gemma muttered to herself, her face turning red, more from frustration than exertion.

Mika, in line behind Gemma in the drill, saw Gemma’s awkward movements and whispered to her, “Gemma, you can do this. Deep breaths and relax. Don’t overthink it.”

“Left, right, back, quick quick, slow… Argh!” Gemma exclaimed, her aggravation coming through clear as a bell.

“You’ve got this, Goldie,” Skye encouraged, noticing Gemma’s frustration. “Find your rhythm, girl.”

“Oo, take it easy,” Mika chimed in, “One step at a time.”

Despite the encouraging words, Gemma found herself stumbling over the rope ladder and her own feet. She tumbled forward and crashed to the floor, knocking the wind out of herself. Mika took a knee at her side as Gemma got to her hands and knees, gasping for air, catching her breath.

“Dammit to bloody…” Gemma whispered to herself as she regained her wits. Breathing slow and deep, she saw a pair of clean and neat black boxing boots come into view. They were accompanied by her stunt coordinator’s refined British accent.

“On your feet, Miss Golden,” Dudley said with a steady voice. “Focus and start again.”

Mika helped Gemma to her feet and Gemma glared daggers into Dudley. “If it’s that bloody easy, Mister Dudley,” Gemma snapped, irritation lacing her voice, “why don’t you show us how it’s done? I don’t understand how a dance routine is going to help me punch someone or, more crucially, keep from getting punched?”

Dudley was silent as he calmly knelt down and tightened his shoelaces. As he stood, he held Gemma’s gaze, “Coach Maxwell, if you please.”

“Sure,” Vanessa answered, moving to face Dudley who had taken up position at the front of the ladder, his back facing it. “Ready when you are, Dudley.”

“In your own time, Coach Maxwell.” Dudley settled into his wide boxing stance, hands in a peak-a-boo guard, his base as a power puncher evident.

Vanessa smiled and snapped into her own stance, arms in a half-guard position, a light boxer’s bounce finding rhythm. Then… jabs flickered toward Dudley’s face that weren’t just fast, they were sudden. With every jab, Dudley fluidly and deftly moved back out of range, speed and grace his size shouldn’t allow. Vanessa pressed forward, jabbing at a persistent pace, but without pattern.

A broad smile formed on Skye’s face as she watched alongside Mika and Gemma. “Look at ‘em go! They’re amazing!”

Mika nodded and leaned close to Gemma. “Watch their feet, not their hands,” she whispered.

Gemma cast her eyes down and focused on the two coaches’ footwork. Not only were they flawlessly executing the same footwork drill that the girls had been running, Dudley was doing it backwards! “Impressive,” Gemma whispered with genuine admiration.

“Each drill is a piece of the puzzle,” Mika said. “We learn the skills one by one, but that’s so that we get comfortable enough with each one that we can use them all at once in the ring.”

Skye chimed in, “Can’t dance if you don’t know the steps, Goldie.”

With eyes on them from throughout the gym, Dudley and Vanessa finished the drill. Von Kaiser even had his kid’s class watching, “Meine kinder, a round of applause for ze excellent demonstration.”

Clapping sounded from around the gym causing Vanessa to blush slightly and Dudley to give a polite and stoic nod to those applauding. “My thanks, Coach Maxwell” Dudley said as he extended his hand, “I greatly appreciate your assistance.”

“Any time, champ,” Vanessa shook Dudley’s hand and smiled.

“Miss Golden,” Dudley turned to Gemma, fixing his gaze on her, stern but supportive. “The art of boxing is far more than simply punching your opposition. Further, a real bout involves a great deal more than simple choreography. One must anticipate their opponent’s movements, be prepared to improvise their own, and have technique honed to the point of instinct.”

“It’s kinda like dancing with some random person in the club,” Skye said, resting a reassuring hand on Gemma’s shoulder. “You don’t know their moves or their rhythm. You’ve got to read their dance moves and anticipate where and how they’ll move next to keep up the dance with them.”

Vanessa smiled, “And if you are a good enough dancer, your rhythm takes over and you start leading the dance, not reacting to it.”

“You’re doing way better than you think, Gemma,” Mika said, placing a reassuring arm around her shoulders. “Relax and keep practicing. Soon enough, it’ll be instinct.”

Gemma politely removed Mika’s arm, something Mika didn’t expect and that took her aback. “A question, Miss Mika. There’s something I don’t quite understand. Why? Why help me learn when you could easily defeat me Saturday? You’ll likely defeat me regardless, but why give me any opportunity?”

Mika took a deep breath, “Because boxing isn’t about beating someone up.”

“That seems rather contradictory to the objective of the sport,” Gemma said flatly.

“It does,” Mika chuckled, “but it’s true. Boxing is about testing yourself, mentally, physically, and emotionally. The mental test is chess in real time, anticipating and outthinking your opponent. The physical test is bringing your whole body into focus to execute the blows and defenses. The emotional test is the pain, the excitement, the crowd, the win, or the loss. And through all of that, if the test isn’t hard…”

“... it isn’t worth taking,” Gemma finished. “Like performing Hamlet with a classically trained Shakespearean actor. If you bring all your skills and talents to every scene, you’ll see where you stand and it’ll drive you to improve.”

Mika smiled, “Well, I’m not an actor, but that sounds right to me.”

Gemma returned the smile, “Well I’m not a boxer, but I hope to provide a suitable test.”

“You are not a boxer… yet,” Dudley spoke clearly from the ring. “But we will strive toward that goal. For the picture and, perhaps, for yourself.”

Skye and Mika both nodded their support and approval, bolstering Gemma’s spirits and her resolve.

Vanessa sat down on the ring apron, “Enough lollygagging, ladies! We ready to get back to work?” Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, a suddenly serene look came over Gemma, as if something suddenly clicked. They are my castmates, she thought, and the cast is only as good as its weakest member. Mika, I’ll not let you down. We will put on a two-woman show for the ages.

Star Mika is an OC belonging to @cyrah-is-cool101 and is used with permission.

[flaringfoxsoul03]

Oh, hey! Matchups!

Anyway, hi, I'd like a matchup for Twisted Wonderland if you have the time and energy.

Appearance: I am a 165 cm tall, average build, South Asian woman. I have wavy black hair that reaches my shoulders and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅

My MBTI and enneagram: INTJ 5w4

Star sign: Sagittarius sun, Virgo moon and rising

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual

Personality: I'm pretty calm, collected and hard-working for the most part. People say I'm intelligent, quiet, and polite. I can be sarcastic at times, although people often say it's hard to tell when I'm being sarcastic. I'm probably the most emotional unemotional person I know. I don't really show a whole lot of facial expressions, but I do feel things more deeply than people give me credit for. I also tend to get overwhelmed easily, especially when I'm in really noisy places for prolonged periods of time (RIP ADHD and Autism). When people get to know me, they say that I'm a good listener and that they feel safe to speak their mind to me. I also have a tendency to overestimate my own capacity to do work, so I often bite off more than I can chew and end up burnt out. Regardless, I still finish what I set out to do.

My favourite hobbies include reading, playing video games, listening to classical and lofi hip-hop, and making art. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours and the overall vibe of what I draw/paint.

I hope this is enough information for a matchup. Thanks for taking the time to read this

I am so sorry about the delay! Just a really bad bought of writer’s block I’m afraid. I’m better now, so allow me to get the show on the road!

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I match you with…

Jamil Viper!

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So this feels like a pretty good match to me. Not because this man is a sly genius, he’s the fool who’s fallen for you. Like I don’t mean this as like a one way street, you both are making decisions effectively together because you can see and hear him for who he is and not judge and he knows the struggles of some of your own flaws and accepts you as well. It’s just like this trauma bonding moment begging to happen and dammit am I making that happen? Hell yes I am!

Jamil has seen you around before and heard a plethora of rumors surrounding you, but initially meeting you in person is as bland as he expected it. Almost too bland, like you were purposefully trying to make yourself smaller and you just looked so done with the world while your other half student was off making trouble with Kalim, so he managed to get his master back on track and you distracting Grim elsewhere. He mentions dinner time for the dorm house of Scarabia in hopes you understand his hidden message. Thank your intellect for picking up on it, because your relationship with Jamil has opened up many new possibilities

He’s fabulous at handling your autism and ADHD due to the fact that I personally headcanon that Kalim is very much so on the autism spectrum and with how he is in general with many things, I would not surprised if he did officially get diagnosed with ADHD. Plus Jamil likes the silence and quiet more than he does with loud parties and frantic conversations that somehow make it over the blaring music. He appreciates the change of pace on what you need, mostly because he needs it too. Kalim just never seems to give up whatsoever on this party business. On top of that, Jamil is intellectually smart emotionally too, mostly thanks to idiots who would wish harm sneakily to Kalim in front of him. He never has a hard time telling when you’re being sarcastic after knowing you a bit, but he does occasionally struggle and will out right tell you about it instead of beating around the bush. He doesn’t see the point of just not having a productive conversation for both partners. The man will not hold any criticism back, he wants you to become your best self possible.

Dude’s been a servant all his life, he’s gonna help you whether you like it or not. It maybe subtle or he’ll just do it right in front of you, he doesn’t care. He just changes his tactics if you ask him to not interfere, usually listens if the problem isn’t hurting you to a point. But he really does love that go-getter attitude, never faltering even though you’re just incredibly burnt out. He is going to make you take breaks with his signature spell if it’s getting to a point where he’s uncomfortable with how you’re treating yourself. But it’s a nice change of pace of just getting things done like he does compared to Kalim and his extreme experience with procrastination.

Loves your unique fashion choices. Not many people wear such clothing related to their ethnic origins in favor of wearing more modern clothes when on campus. He can appreciate the commitment and comfort that it brings you as he wears similar clothing regardless.

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And the follow ups are:

Trey Clover

And

Rook Hunt

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And that’s all folks!

~Fox

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Tumblr's functioning search option tells me I've never written about Mountain once so I decided to remedy that with three instances where Mountain climbed walls. Happy birthday @forlorn-crows !

“Boy, get down from there.” Came Terra raspy reprimand and Mountain easily hops back down. Landing sent him into a stumble, his hooves going every which way to catch themselves in the soft dirt before he's standing up straight and giving the older earth ghoul a confused look.

“But it's just over the wall.” He tells her, pointing to his previously occupied spot. About a few more steps and he’d’ve been over and on his way to evening Mass. “It's faster than going around to the gate.”

Terra gives him a look of long suffering weariness and he only feels a little bit abashed. There's a lot he’s learning and sometimes he does things that don't make sense to the others but he's trying, okay?

“And how happy do you think the clergy would be to have your heavy ass dropping down on the cobblestones?” Terra informs him. She's very patient and he's glad he's with her, even if Pebble would have let him get away with it.

“If they're scared of ghouls they shouldn't have us hanging around.” He says. This is very straightforward. What isn't Terra understanding.

“Mountain.” Terra says. He gets the feeling that if she wasn't bracing herself on her cane she'd be crossing her arms. As it stands, she just props her fist on her weight-bearing hip. “The other side of that wall is where they're having outdoor Mass this fine evening. So unless you want to end up as the altar…?”

She gives him a very pointed look and Mountain gives her a sheepish grin.

_________

“Are you busy?” Mountain asks, pulling the curtain to the side.

“Yes.” Swiss says, once he's extricated himself from Rain. “Mountain, what the fuck.” The water ghoul leans back with an air of boredom, combing his hair back from his face while Swiss is trying to silently communicate something to Mountain with his eyebrows.

“First honeycomb of the season.” He stretches an arm in, offering a plate to Swiss. “Do you want some.”

His eyebrows stop jumping and Swiss scratches his neck. Rain looks intrigued.

“Okay, not complaining but why couldn't you just use the fucking door.” Swiss tells him and now it's Mountain’s turn to be confused.

“Your window was open.” He says, looking over his shoulder. It's a straight shot to greenhouse and beehives about a hundred yards back. “So you don't want the honeycomb?”

When he turns back, Swiss is already reaching for it with grabby hands.

“Didn't say that.” He says. “Just…dammit Mountain, stop climbing the walls!”

“You're a hypocrite.” He says, already starting to pick his way carefully back down. “I see you on the roof all the time.”

“That's different!” Swiss yells. “I'm connecting with my air element!”

“Aether says you're just being a damn nuisance.”

“Yeah, well, it takes one to know one!”

Mountain lands delicately on the ground, turning back to shout up at the still open window, “Bring me back my plate!”

____

“Oh fuck, oh fuck-!” Aeon wheezes as they run. “Man, you're crazy!”

“Had to stand my ground.” Mountain says. He briefly considers carrying Aeon, because he's slowing the both of them down and they aren't going to make it back in time. Not that lateness is exactly a crime but Mountain likes to keep his schedule. Meeting that boar in the berry patch had thrown a wrench into it but if they hurried, they could still make it.

“That thing was huge!” Aeon says, for what feels like the fifth time. Mountain doesn't understand why he's still talking. They have to move fast. Talking is a waste of breath. “And the tusks-!”

“Perfectly standard for an average adult male boar of the species.” Mountain informs him. Aeon doesn't seem to appreciate this but the walls of the Abbey are in sight and that means they're going to have enough time to clean up and head to Mass.

“Man, you're crazy.” Aeon repeats. He really likes to do that, Mountain is noticing.

“It was perfectly within my right to fight him for the berry patch.” Mountain says. “He probably won't bother us again until next spring.”

Aeon tries to go left when they break the forest boundary but Mountain collars him.

“Hold on.” He says. “I know a faster way.”

Aeon calls him crazy again when he realizes Mountain's plan but Mountain isn't bothered. He’d be bothered if Aeon dropped the basket of berries he’s spent all that time picking and he tries to tell the new kid that, but then Aeon is giggling as Mountain swoops him up and easily scales the wall, his hooves neatly landing into tiny juts and dents that allow him to climb up the ninety degree surface.

“Do you hear singing?” Aeon asks, which is a ridiculous question. Of course there's singing. It's almost time for Mass. And it's a nice evening, so they probably have the windows open in the chapel and-oh.

“Oh.” He says when he slings a leg over the wall and dozens of eyes look up to him. “Outdoor Mass.”

With Aeon on his back, gravity is already in motion and they tumble in a graceless heap just a few feet behind Secondo, who slowly turns around like he’s on a revolving platform, Express blank and mouth firm. There's a naked sister on the altar and she waves at them. Mountain doesn't know her but waves back anyway to be polite.

“We brought communion!” Aeon says proudly, thrusting up the miraculously unsquashed basket. “You're welcome.”

Secondo only sighs.

im very delirious right now w medication but i vividly had a vision of mountain having mountain goat activities so you jusy see him walk up a wall vertically. i couldnt stop hacking a cough wheezing thinking about it holy shit im sorry i had to share it with someone or ill honest to god explode

oh my god @thelampisaflashlight or @belle--ofthebrawl, which one of you has a post about this very thing?! like, scaling the chapel wall and shit for fun. and just. normally. and everyone stares up at him like "what the actual fuck"

[touyasdoll]

Uhm so I lost the link but there was a Twitter link and it was like a girl riding her bf and she like wrapped her hand around the base of him and like kept riding like that and he was losing his mind, I think I saw it on here on a reblog I'm not sure but how you think Bakugou would react 🤨 mans would probably bust on the spot LMAO

EEEK THIS OMG 🤤 & you’re so right! He wouldn’t stand a chance at lasting and then you would get to have needy Katsuki in the palm of you hand 😍

Minors DNI - w; teasing, spit, sir kink

Katsuki doesn’t let you ride him too often. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, because he does. Every time you hop on top he has to work that much harder to contain himself, because it just feels too good. He’ll usually only let it happen when he’s had his fill of fucking you into the mattress and he knows the two of you are just about done.

This was an exception. You’d come into the bedroom to find him lounging, clad only in his boxer briefs, his arm folded behind his head while the other propped up the book he was nose deep in. When you crawled into bed with him, he’d assumed you were ready to turn in for the night and kept himself buried in his book, too engrossed to notice that you’d stripped all the way down and were advancing towards him on all fours like some predator.

That is, until your hand slipped straight beneath his waistband, your fingers wrapping around his member to bring it to life in your hand.

“Mm,” he groans quietly, setting his book aside on the nightstand to help you peel off his boxers. “Thought you were tired, princess.” He sighs, closing his eyes as his cock stiffens beneath your touch.

“I was,” you lean down, smiling against his abdomen before tracing the grooves between the defined muscles with your tongue. “But then I saw you laying here half-naked. What’s a girl to do when her husband looks this fucking sexy?” You flash him a wicked grin and sit up, letting a thick strand of saliva fall out of your mouth to drip along his length.

“What do you wanna do, baby?” He murmurs huskily, his eyes fixed on the way you’re working his cock while it twitched in your grasp.

“I wanna ride you,” you straddle his thighs, pressing your breasts together as your other hand joins in on stroking his dick, a pout pulling at your lips in case he feels inclined to say no. “Please, sir..”

“Shit,” he grunts, his eyes rolling back as you pay the head of his cock some extra attention. “Hop on, baby,” he gestures with his head for you to go ahead while his hands find your hips.

You bite your lip in excitement, picking yourself up to line his tip up with your slick folds before you ease yourself down, a moan escaping your throat while you watch his mouth fall open.

“Does that feel good, sir?” You know the answer, it’s obvious by how he’s grasping your hips as you bounce them on top of his, but you wanna hear him say it.

“So good, babygirl,” the noises spilling from his lips are already becoming strangled, his breathing becoming ragged as you pick up the pace.

“How good, baby? Tell me exactly how good my pussy makes you feel,” you rest one hand on his hip to steady yourself and reach down to curl your fingers around the base of his shaft before he can reply.

“Holy—oh, FUCK, baby,” he sucks in a breath through his teeth, his face contorting as the pads of his fingers dig into your flesh, gripping you tight while you’re impaling yourself on his dick. “S’fucking good. Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever had. Don’t stop, princess.” He sighs, barely holding enough breath to do so, “Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.”

“Stop?” You smile innocently, slowing your motions while you gently massage his sack with your thumb.

“Oh, dammit, don’t do this to me,” he snaps his eyes open to stare up at you, desperation in his voice. “Please, baby.” His hands travel over your thighs, rubbing the innermost part as he gently pushes on them, urging you to continue.

“You want it that bad, Katsuki?” You coo, leaning forward to capture his lips, giving his hip a firm squeeze when he attempts to buck his hips up. “Ah, ah. Only good boys get to cum in this pussy. That’s what you wanna do isn’t it?” You whisper against his parted lips, receiving a soft groan in response.

“Yes,” he whines softly, his gaze flitting from your lips to your eyes while his hands roam over your ass, kneading the fat there slowly.

“Then are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You brush your nose against his, kissing him once more as you lean back, running your fingers down his chest while he shivers beneath you.

“Yes,” he pants, submission evident in his normally obstinate vermilion orbs. “I’ll be a good boy. S—,” he stutters, shutting his eyes tight as you resume riding his cock, your fingers still wrapped securely around him. “S-such a good boy.”

“You better be,” you smirk, moaning as you begin chasing your own pleasure in earnest, shamelessly bouncing up and down while he loses all sense of self, his hips thrashing upwards, meeting each thrust as he pours every last drop of his essence into you.

[sheislethal]

Could you do how Jinx would react to her s/o getting a tattoo, either her name, her monkey drawing thing, or clouds matching hers to show how much she means to them please?

JINX x reader

WARNINGS: gn! Reader, fluff, generally SFW, non-sexual nudity, insinuated NSFW mentions, etc

Notes: My dream tattoo is actually Jinx’s. Just a little fun fact ~

"Tattoo"

The stairs up to Jinx's liar seemed to drag. Were there this many stairs before?

I knew my nerves were getting the best of me, but I couldn't help it. I wasn't sure what Jinx's reaction would be to the thing I was about to show her, and I wasn't exactly excited to find out.

Nervousness had gotten to me so much to the point of where I couldn't feel the pain of the tattoo anymore.

I had been thinking for months about something big I could do to show Jinx how much I loved her. Yes, I should have consulted with her on this, since it was a big decision in many ways. But, I wanted it to be a surprise.

I swallowed deeply before opening up the door. Jinx had her music blasting as she worked on another project of hers and I smiled. I loved watching her in her element. The way she flowed with the music, the cute goggles that protected her eyes as she worked, how she bit her lip in concentration.

I had fallen deep for this girl. I furrowed my brows rethinking this whole thing. I should just try to get it removed. Yeah, let's do that.

I tried to push open the door while she was distracted, but before I could, I heard Jinx call out to me. "Toots! You're back!"

I froze and shut my eyes tightly. Guess it's now or never. "Yup." I forced a smile and turned back to her.

She pushed her goggles up onto her head and looked at me in suspicion. "Why are you using your fake smile on me?"

Dammit. She knew me too well. "Uhm- I don't know what-"

"Ugh," she groaned. "Cut me some slack and just fess up. What'd ya do this time?" She hopped up from her seat and approached me with a quirked brow.

I stared at her with anxious, wide eyes. Her deep blue irises were penetrating as if they were sucking out the words I renounced saying.

"I- uh. I have something to show you." I admitted, rubbing my hand tentatively up my arm.

Jinx's eyes widened only slightly in curiosity. I inhaled sharply. "I've been thinking for a while about how I really wanted to express how much you mean to me, and I know I had limited resources, so I really just did one of the only things I could think of, and I really hope you don't hate it too much, but-" she cut off my ramble.

"Y/n! Relax! Just show me what you did before my head bursts." She joked.

I huffed a laugh and nodded. "Right." I bit my lip, nearly causing it to bleed before I began unbuckling my belt.

Her eyes widened, as did her smile. "Now you've really captured my attention." She teased and I shook my head. "Just wait, okay?"

I pulled down my pants to reveal a multitude of clear bandages that wrapped around my hip down to my knee. "A tattoo?" Jinx tilted her head, surprised.

"Mhm," I mumbled and began unwrapping it. Once all the wrapping was off, Jinx's hands darted up to cover her agape mouth. I winced. She didn't like it. Of course, she didn't. She stood there in stunned silence for a few minutes before I spoke up.

"It's fine if you don't like it-"

"Don't like it?" She seemed confused. "Toots... I- I love it! We're twins now! We have matching tattoos! This is amazing!" She squealed in excitement.

The tattoo was of clouds, but not just any clouds. They were the exact same ones that rested upon Jinx's skin, except my tattoo began where hers stopped.

Without warning, Jinx leaped on top of me and we came crashing to the ground. I yelped in surprise, and Jinx began showering my face in kisses. "You got a tattoo for me?" She asked.

I smiled and nodded quickly, watching as she studied the ink on my hip and leg. She shook her head in blissful disbelief. "That's gotta be one of the coolest things someone has ever done for me."

Her voice grew quiet and her eyes held a more thoughtful expression. A small gasp left my mouth once I spotted tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She scoffed. "Look at me, y/n. You got me all emotional, now."

I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her neck, bringing her in for a kiss. She released a muffled giggle into the kiss, and I brought my fingers up to wipe away her tears.

"I would do anything for you, Jinx. A tattoo's nothing." I grinned and sent her a wink.

She playfully rolled her eyes and continued to study my leg. She bit her lips and mischievously looked at me. "Then I have a request on where you should get another tattoo."

"Oh?" I tilted my head and let her continue. "One down your spine." She leaned closer to me.

"Why there?" I asked curiously. Her raspy voice dropped to a whisper. "It'll be good for backshots."

"Oh, god. Jinx, come on." I scoffed and teasingly pushed her away. Her laughter echoed throughout the room and we stayed there for a minute simply enjoying each other's company and talking about the tattoo process.

[kiridarling]

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓.

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eijirou kirishima | hard dom + dubcon jic + f!reader + exhibitonism + face-fucking + dumbification + car sex + more! minors dni.

"Made me come all this way...it’d be a pity if I didn't get somethin' out of it."

"No, no, no, no, no—c'mon," you cry as your car engine spits and sputters to a stop in the road, coughing like an old man with asthma before it's dead for good. Jamming your heel on the gas pedal, you twist your key in the ignition, but there's no use. You're fucking stuck.

You sigh, before slamming your forehead against the steering wheel. It's hard enough to sting, and the blaring horn startles all unsuspecting birds in a five-mile radius, but you could care less. Stuck in the middle of the woods at one in the morning, AAA membership-less with nothing but the clothes on your back and the vehicle you came with. Short cuts are a fucking myth.

Mina's the only person you can think of calling—because frankly, she's the only one who'd know a mechanic who could help at this time of night if one exists. Which you doubt. Severely.

"[Y/N]?" Mina answers, semi-urgently. You wonder if you startled her out of a good sleep, but knowing the night owl, her evening is just beginning. "What's up?"

"I'm fucking stuck in the middle of nowhere," you groan, banging your head against the back of the seat though you know she can't see you. "Car's not working."

"Oh no," she coos, and her pity is useless. "Do you have AAA?"

"No. Do you have a mechanic?"

"A mechanic...at one am? I don—wait," she interrupts before you hear something akin to rustling sheets. "I might have a friend who could help! But don't get your hopes up girlie, he's a heavy sleeper."

You shrug, shaking your head. "At this point, I'm desperate."

"Alrighty!" Mina confirms, and now all you can do is fucking hope her friend pulls through. "I'll give him a quick buzz and then send his number over, sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," you breathe, relaxing (somewhat) with your chin against the steering wheel. "Thanks, girl."

"Of course!" she cheers, and you wonder how someone could have so much energy at this time of night. "Good luck!"

"Thanks," you snort. "I might need it."

Riiiing! Riiiing!

Eijirou's had a long day.

A pipe busted at the auto shop today, resulting in an immediate flood—meaning they had to get everything that could possibly rust out as quickly as possible, aka everything in the goddamn shop.

So, yeah. He's had a long day, and when he's finally able to get under the covers and go the fuck to sleep, Mina calls him with this.

"Hey...Eijirou, buddy, best friend—"

"Mina, I love you, but what do you want?" Eijirou grunts into the phone, voice worn and ragged from limited sleep and his terribly long day. One am is never an appropriate time to call anybody, but he figures something has to be up—Mina's not the type to call in the middle of the night.

"Um, well. My homegirl’s kinda stuck in the woods with car troubles—"

"The woods."

It takes Mina a second but she hums in confirmation, and Eijirou can see her head nodding from where he lays. He sighs, rolling on his back to blink up at the ceiling. "Yep!"

"What is she doing in the woods at midnight?"

"I don't know!" Mina exclaims. Eijirou runs a hand over his face. "I just—please, Ei? She doesn't have AAA or anything and it's really, really late. All you have to do is hotwire her car or something, right? It's not like she totaled it or anything."

And dammit. Eijirou hates being a nice person.

"Just give me ten."

Mina practically gasps out a thank you, "You're a lifesaver Ei! Really! I—"

She's interrupted by the buzz of his phone—this time, from an unknown number. Eijirou raises an eyebrow, "That her?"

"Should be!" The pinkette says. Eijirou's feet finally touch the floor and it's painfully cold. His bed has never looked more appealing, and that's counting all those instances in high school. "Thanks again, Ei!"

"Yep," Eijirou says, popping the 'p,' before clearing his voice and switching the line. Customer Service at one am, here he comes.

"Red Riot Auto Repair and Services, how may I help you?"

All he receives is a grunt on the other end of the phone: "My car won't turn on."

Eijirou waits for you to give him a little more to work with, but it's clear that's all you have to say when you ask hello to ensure he's still on the other end of the line. Runs his hands through his hair, he silently prays he won't have to leave the house to get your car to work.

"Did you try jiggling the key?"

"Yes, I'm not stupid," you huff, and Eijirou's eyebrows fold in exasperation. He insists you do it again though, and hears the weak splutter of your engine through the phone with a heavy heart. "'S fucking useless."

"Did you try tapping the battery terminals?"

"The battery whatsitals?" You say, too loud and smart-mouthed for the very thin amount of patience Eijirou harbors. He reaches for his hair tie, satisfied enough with the messy bun he makes on the first try.

"Just send me your location," Eijirou sighs, moving for a jacket before snatching the keys to the shed. He'd rather just get this over with than beat around the bush.

Luckily, you're not far. 

"You drive that thing?" is your first comment, and Eijirou can't even appreciate your beauty before your first words shatter your image completely, and he's slamming the door to his truck with rolling eyes, rusted toolbox heavy in his hand. "It looks like Mater from Lightning McQueen."

Eijirou just stares at you for a second, just to see if you're really serious, and resists the urge to scoff when it seems like you are.

"It's a truck," is all he says, before marching around you and to the task at hand—your car. "Pop the hood."

You huff, but you listen, and Eijirou wastes no time in getting to work. You watch with your elbows balanced on the rim, curious but quiet, and that allows him to get in the zone enough to realize there are countless problems with your car.

"When was the last time you took this thing into the shop?" He probes. You click your tongue, eyes tracing the outlines of the trees as you search for an answer. That's never a good sign.

"Um...never?"

"And how long have you had it?"

"A few years," you nod, and Eijirou drops his head.

"It's a miracle you made it this far in the first place," he chuckles bitterly, shaking his head. What the hell is he going to do now? There's no way your car is moving anywhere tonight. You frown, jamming your hands on your hips.

"Well? Are you going to fix it or what?"

"I can fix it," Eijirou says with a shrug, closing your hood. "But not tonight."

"What do you mean not tonight?" You badger, breathing down his neck as he hikes back to his truck to set the toolbox down. There's no reason to carry it if he's not going to need it.

"I mean, your car's going to need a solid six months before it can run again, Sweetheart."

When Eijirou turns, you're much too in his face for his liking. He can practically feel your breath against his chest, and it has him rolling his eyes, leaning against his truck with arms crossed.

"Yeah, okay, but I need it to run tonight," you explain, gesticulating so wildly Eijirou fears his own chest may fall in the cross-fire. "Like, I need to get home tonight."

"I can't—" the redhead sighs, running his hand over his face. You're terribly difficult, and if Mina had given him a proper warning he probably wouldn't be here in the fucking first place. "Listen. My shop is out of commission for the next few days 'cause of a flood. I can work on your car or whatever, but it'll take a sec, so the most I can do is drop you at a hotel down the road or somethin'. Sound like a plan?"

"No," you growl, claws and all, and Eijirou wishes for nothing but death. "That doesn't sound like a plan! I don't know you, what makes you think I'll get in a car with you?"

Oh. My. God.

"Then you can spend the night in your car and have Mina come get you in the morning," he huffs, stomping over to the driver's side of his truck. "So it's either you're gettin' in, or I'm leaving ya."

With that, he slams the car door shut, shoves his key in the ignition, and counts to fucking ten, and on nine and a half you're flinging open the passenger door and bouncing in the seat, arms crossed over your chest in indignance. You don't even look him in the eye.

"Seatbelt," he warns. You tut.

"I don't need a fucki—"

"Put on the goddamn seatbelt."

You don't say anything, but he's satisfied by the click that follows. Eijirou shifts into drive and you two take off.

"The seat's so uncomfortable."

Not even twenty feet.

"Suck it up," is all the pity Eijirou has to offer. He's preoccupied with trying to get from this side road to a main road with, you know, actual civilization. The road is unsteady—unsteady enough that a bump sends the both of you flying towards the roof of his car, and naturally, you have something to say about it.

"Y'know, for a mechanic, you're not a very good driver," you say, and it has Eijirou's fists tightening around his steering wheel. His patience wears down until it has the height of a penny, and Eijirou worries for when it shatters because he has no clue what he'll do if it does.

"And it smells a little funky," you continue anyway, eyes wandering around the cabin aimlessly."Kinda like cheese. No offense."

Eijirou pulls over at that, teeth grinding. Is he really going to snap over cheese comment?

“Is this a condom?”

Yes. Yes, the fuck he is.

"Get out."

"Um—excuse me?" You blink, eyebrows raising in offense. "You're kicking me out. Because I found a fucking rubber?”

Eijirou glares your way and he's sure you can feel him radiating fury, and that's enough to convince you to hop out of the car without another word. He follows, slamming the door behind him.

"Okay? Now what?" You growl, and Eijirou loves it—the false display of confidence. Because he knows it won't take much to break you once he gets you under his thumb, and you'll look so pretty once he does. Cocking his head to his side, he tells you to come here without having to open his mouth. You follow.

"Now, on your knees."

You splutter at his request, rolling your eyes as if he wasn't being serious. Though you shut up once you hear the clink of his belt, lips widening in revelation, and Eijirou thinks you'd look much prettier with your mouth full.

"You made me come all this way—it'd be a pity if I didn't get somethin' out of it," Eijirou says, and the way you shiver implies that you like this more than you let on. He coos when you say nothing, "And for the first time today she's got nothin' to say. See? You're improving already."

He gives you a second to move. When you don't, he lifts an eyebrow. "Knees, Princess."

You do and Eijirou groans at the view, palming his hardening cock at the sight of your bambi eyes blinking up at him—and it's a pretty one, at that. Leaning against the door of his truck, he grunts, "Take it out."

Your fingers hook under the waistband of his boxers and Eijirou shivers upon contact with the cool air, but the warmth of your palm makes up for it. You spit on his cock with a curled lip and it's nothing short of crude, before you're swirling your tongue around the head and taking him as far as you can possibly go.

"Uh-uh," Eijirou tuts, grabbing you by the hair to pull your mouth off his cock. "We got at my pace, Sweetheart."

"Why?" You pout with a curled lip. Eijirou scowls.

"Because," he says, before stuffing half of his cock down your throat, "I'm gonna put that big fuckin' mouth to use at my pace."

With that, Eijirou thrusts into your mouth, using the grip he has around your hair as leverage. Your throat is impossibly warm and the way you choke has him keening, and that's enough for his hips to start picking up mindlessly.

"Shit—what a dirty fuckin' girl," he says, smirking when you moan around his cock. "You like this? You like sucking off a guy you just met?"

Your eyes flutter at that, nails digging into his thighs, and it nearly has him cooing. When you swallow around him Eijirou's hips stutter and he grunts, "In public, no less. Anyone could drive by and see you taking my dick down your throat...but you'd like that, wouldn't you? You want the world to know how much of a slut you are."

Your hand falls between your thighs and Eijirou grins like the devil as he watches you touch yourself on the dirty road, desperate just because knows how to push the right buttons. That's enough to have him caving, demanding you rise to your feet and get in the backseat of his car.

"Hands and knees," Eijirou urges, his body towering over yours from behind. It's not long before he's pinning your wrists to the windshield with one hand and using the other to land a harsh slap on your ass; harsh enough to make you jolt forwards from the force.

"Such a pretty ass," he coos before slapping it again, and your teeth dig into your bottom lip to muffle the sound. "And it's all for me, ain't it, Princess?"

You nod, but Eijirou spanks you again—he's looking for an answer.

"Y-Yeah, yes, all yours just—" your hips wiggle in search of his cock. Eijirou chuckles, leveling his lips with your ear.

"Want me to fill you up, Princess?"

You gasp out a yes, nodding vehemently. The redhead finds he likes you like this much better, chest rumbling with arousal. "Yeah? How bad?"

"B-Bad, please, I need t—fuck!"

Eijirou stuffs you full with one thrust, and even he needs a moment, freehand searching to hold onto your hip while his grip tightens around your wrists. You quiver under him, and he swears he can feel your gut contract around his cock, eyelids fluttering when you grind against him.

"Holy shit," Eijirou finds himself wheezing, not expecting you to be so tight. You drop your head against the cool windshield, whimpering like the pretty little thing you are, shuddering as he pulls out before ramming himself in again until he's balls deep. You scream, back arching from the angle.

And fuck. It's impossible for him to stop after that.

"Fuckin' look at you," Eijirou chuckles, body practically caging you against the seat, "Drooling all over my window like a slut. Fuck, you really know how to get a guy goin' huh?"

“Pull—pull my hair,” you request, words from his pistoning hips. Eijirou tuts and rips your hands off the window in favor of pushing your head into the seat, not making a move to yank on your hair once.

“I don’t think you’re in the right place to be making demands, Princess," he growls before his hot palm cracks against your ass, hissing from the way you tighten around him when he does.

You whine at that, pushing into him the best you can. It only spurs his hips on faster, and Eijirou lets go of your hands in favor of grabbing your face instead, groaning at the sight of the tears shining silver from the moonlight. He likes the fact that you can't do much but gasp and rock against him, your hands falling to clit to finally push yourself off the edge.

He looks at you and all he sees is his dumb little thing, who can't do anything, let alone get her car to work, and that's when Eijirou realizes he doesn't want this to be as much of a one-time thing as he initially thought.

"Gonna...gonna cum," you slur, cheek mashed flat against his window. Eijirou fucks you into the door of his truck, pace quick and bruising, as his mind thinks of all the fun you two could have together—all the fun he wants to have with you.

"Cum, Sweetheart. Make a mess of my cock and my leather seats, yeah? Show me how good I make you feel."

You tighten around his cock, tight, and that's enough to send him spiraling into an orgasm of his own, hips stuttering to a stop as he fills you up. Though his hips never stop, not until you're coming around his cock with a broken moan, curled toes digging into his car floor. He watches you catch your breath, splayed across the seat, with a sudden realization that he feels much lighter, but doubts it was the sex that did the trick.

"You fucked your anger out now?" You wheeze, breaking the silence, and Eijirou snorts.

"I—yes," he says before his eyes trail to the scratch marks around your hips and thighs. "Are you...okay?"

"Never been better," you toss your arms in the air like you're on a rollercoaster but lack the energy to scream. It's cute and it had the redhead re-evaluating everything, wondering how the day could start so shitty and yet, end so well. "Are you okay?"

His eyebrows furrow, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I dunno," you shrug, and Eijirou finds it hard to stay focused when you look like that. "You asked me, so. Everyone needs a post-sex check-in, ya know?"

Fuck.

Fuck, yeah he's definitely keeping you.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Morning Routine Pt.2 (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part One

Pairing: Videographer! Wooyoung × Camgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Loving his new job as the videographer for a camgirl, Wooyoung has no idea about the new project she has in mind for her channel.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Non-established relationship, p*rn filming, use of sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, handjob, p*rn viewing, unprotected shower sex (always use protection), slight degradation, multiple orgasm (female) these horny mfs can't keep their hands off each other, Y/N has a thing for Wooyoung's arms (who doesn't?)

Taglist: @seacottons @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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Wooyoung threw his head back, eyes shut as his mouth uttered out some rather loud and harsh grunts. Tiny sweat beads formed along his hairline, his forehead creasing slightly as he fully immersed himself on stroking his hard length. His head was filled with images of the previous night with his new housemate, images of her dressed in the most alluring black playboy bunny outfit bodysuit, completed with ears, collar, cuffs and everything else. It was like a dream come true, watching her look extremely pretty as she played around with her pussy in front of him as he filmed her. To continue the bunny theme, she had taken out her pink rabbit vibrator, making sure to tease him, and her viewers later, by licking the longer part of the device, covering it in her spit before inserting it inside her tight little hole. Wooyoung would never get the picture out of his head as he witnessed her overstimulating herself over and over until she had tears brimming down her cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" She gasped violently as tiny spurts of her orgasm squirted out, staining the carpet underneath her. Wooyoung didn't even know that she was capable of squirting like that, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen before his eyes.

"Holy shit."

Just remembering that image had him holding himself up on the vanity counter with his free hand, the other furiously pumping his shaft with intensity as his white semen started to pour out of him and spill onto the floor. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, chest heaving up before lowering back down. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grabbed a couple of tissues and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, discarding the waste into the basket underneath the vanity. Pulling his pants back up and throwing on his black sweater, he looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, only needing to fix the part on his growing black hair. Satisfied with how he looked, he came out of the bathroom and picked up his bag that he had laid out on his bed, books and materials ready for the day.

Stepping out of his room, he had to do a step back when a certain feline scared him by her mere presence outside his door, meowing loudly at him, almost like a whine.

"Oh god, don't scare me like that Baby." Smiling he stooped down to try and pet her head, but in her usual fashion, she hissed at him before scurrying off. Wooyoung let out a sigh and shook his head.

"One week after moving here and she still treats me so coldly." He didn't understand what was up with that cat, seemingly warming up to him only to revert back to her aggresive behavior.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his face broke out into a smile as the object of his deepest fantasies and affection was currently standing in front of the sink again, finishing up her task of drying the dishes she had just meticulously washed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts and cotton underwear. Coming up behind her, his hands cupped at her waist as his lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

"Took you a while to come out." She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had been doing in the bathroom.

"Morning to you too beautiful." He greeted her, lips pulling away only to dive into the side of her neck.

"Woo, you're going to be late for school." She reminded him yet made no effort to push him off her, enjoying the way his hands caressed her hips too much.

"No I'm not, I still got plenty of time."

Turning her around, he wasted no time in connecting their lips together, parting and closing them over hers in a fervent and needy way. Y/N couldn't suppress a moan when one of his hands dropped in between her thighs and caressed its way up. His palm started to rub her clothed heat, paying close attention to the wet spot starting to form at the bottom of them. Y/N gasped into Wooyoung's mouth when he suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties, fingers immediately working on her clit.

"Wooyoung please.." She whimpered, hands clutching onto his arms. Even through the fabric of his thick sweater, she could still feel the muscles of his strong biceps and that turned her on even more. Her hands grazed across his arms, and Wooyoung chuckled lowly as he knew what she was doing.

"Love my arms babygirl? Yes you do, especially when they're manhandling you down on the bed."

It was a good thing his arms were holding her up because she nearly fell to the floor as her mind recalled all the times she had been pinned down to her bed or to wall by Wooyoung's biceps. It was a borderline fetish now and she was not ashamed of it. Y/N began whining as Wooyoung's fingers continued playing with her little nub.

"Woo..." Her breath hitched, a sign she was about to cum, body growing hotter by the second.....

Until a disgruntled cat broke the two apart, pouncing on Wooyoung from behind as her claws dug into his thighs as they usually tended to do.

"Oh my god Baby would you kindly fuck off?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he backed away from his lover in pain as he tried to get the Persian cat off his body.

Y/N immediately went over and grabbed her, her master's touch making her calm down and retract her claws enough to pry her off Wooyoung. The poor boy was rubbing on the attacked spot, face grimacing at the dull pain. Looking back, he narrowed his eyes at the cat, who likewise had her pupils turning into slits when she noticed him glaring.

"God dammit, can't even play with my favorite pussy because that demon pussycat wants to be a cockblocker."

As if understanding him, the cat hissed at him once more, body trying to jump out of Y/N's arms and no doubt lunge at the man in front of her.

"Ok ok that's enough. I think you need some catnip to help calm you down." Y/N kissed the top of her pet's head, trying hard to appease her.

"And you should probably start heading to school. Don't waste anymore time."

Wooyoung grabbed his bag again and slumped it over his shoulder.

"Fine, only cause you ask me to."

He came up to try and kiss her goodbye, but when the feline got agitated once more, he decided against it.

"Ok I'll see you later." Wooyoung waved at her.

"Don't forget, we're filming something else later tonight as well." Y/N smirked, petting the top of her cat's head in a comically fashion.

"Oh please, do tell me what my favorite porn star is planning." His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Y/N giggled.

"It's a surprise and you get to find out when you come back."

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With eyes glued to the screen, Wooyoung continued to edit the video in front of him. He had been so immersed in his other endeavors with Y/N that he had nearly abandoned his other pending projects he needed to turn in. Luckily for him, it was rather easy since they weren't that difficult. The hard part was trying to ignore his classmates that were sitting and hovering around the computer next to him, giggling and snorting amongst themselves.

"Honestly, where's that mean, grouchy librarian when you need her to shut some idiots up?" Wooyoung thought to himself, twirling the pencil that was currently held between his index and middle finger.

Judging by the tiny crowd next to him and the weird moans faintly coming out of the speaker, he knew for sure that they were definitely not watching something family friendly.

"Typical." He mused to himself, humming out a little tune in hopes of drowning out their incessant and lewd chatter.

"Ok but guys, I need to introduce you all to this really hot camgirl I recently found. You won't believe it." One of the older guys named Seonghwa lightly pushed his way in the middle, fingers delicately typing away at the keys in front of him. Scrolling down for a while, he found what he was looking for and promptly clicked on it.

"This was her most recent one. Literally uploaded last night."

Although the volume was turned significantly low so that nobody suspected anything, Wooyoung's ears perked up as they distinguished an extremely familiar voice whispering obscene and dirty phrases towards her audience, ones that had been repeated over and over in his head for a while. Slightly pushing his chair away from the table, Wooyoung leaned back and tilted his head as unsuspecting as he possibly could to look over and get a glimpse of what his classmates were looking at. Just as he suspected, on the screen was none other than his beloved roommate in the attire she had worn the previous night. His face blushed slightly and he quickly looked away, afraid of getting caught looking over at their direction.

"Damn she's smoking hot." A classmate his age, Mingi spoke up.

"You know I'm more of a cat person, but fuck. I'd let that bunny hop herself on my lap and rut her sweet little ass on my cock."

Wooyoung's thumb pressed hard against the pencil he was holding, a tiny vein popping out of his neck that showed his displeasure at hearing such things being said about his fuck buddy.

"Keep dreaming Choi San." Wooyoung muttered under his breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Ok but seriously, who's the bastard that gets to film her videos?" Mingi asked, a hand coming up to push up the glasses that were falling low on his nose bridge.

"Whoever he is, he's seriously one lucky guy." Seonghwa stated with a gloomy look.

"Yeah. Probably gets to jerk himself right in front of her as he's filming no doubt." San huffed, voice clearly laced with envy.

Wooyoung tried but failed in keeping a straight face, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he continued his task at hand.

"No but I get her to help me out after each session." He seriously wanted to say that out loud, but he contented himself with that knowledge that was a secret between him, Y/N and her cute yet menacing cat.

"Fuck it, I'm subscribing to her channel. Do you know when her next video will be up?" San whipped out his phone, tapping away at the keyboard as he looked up Y/N's camgirl profile on the website.

"I don't know but she's been a lot more active recently, posting a lot more content than before." Seonghwa answered.

"Great, cause I can't wait for her next project."

Wooyoung laughed inside himself when he heard San say that

"Trust me, neither can I...."

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With the camera held in his hands and the all too familiar throbbing inside his pants, Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on Y/N as she was spread across her bed. If he thought she looked stunning the night before, it was nothing compared to what she had on at the moment. Her body was exceptional beautiful in the glittering body chain lingerie consisting of a silver rhinestone bra that had a connecting waist belt with metallic tassels dangling from the ends. To top it all off, not only was her makeup more extravagant than the ordinary, but she had even gone as far as applying sparkling highlighter on some parts of her body like her shoulders, collarbone and the top of her breasts. She truly looked like an ethereal queen, one that many people would love to get a glimpse of up close and personal.

Y/N was a mess of stuttering gasps and whiny moans as she continued bouncing herself on the 8" dildo in between her thighs. She often open her eyes and look at the camera with a hazy look while adding a few comments that were bound to rile her viewers even further.

"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum...." She exhaled deeply, teeth biting harshly down at her lip.

"Are you gonna cum with me?"

Wooyoung felt like he very well could cum untouched just by the sheer sight of her. The dildo was lodged so deep inside of her, one could see it bulge out of her lower abdomen. She herself knew it as well as her hand brushed along the outline of it.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, I don't think I can hold off any longer."

With hands firmly pressed on the mattress to hold her up, she fucked herself so roughly down onto the sex toy, her cries becoming more loud and staggered.

"Oh fuck! Cum with me! Please cum inside this pussy of mine." She pleaded.

She collapsed on the bed after reaching an intense high, her mouth agape as she took in deep breaths to calm her heated body. Reaching down, she pulled out the dildo, a thin clear line of arousal coming out as well. Holding it up, she waved it in front of the camera, knowing fully well Wooyoung had zoomed in close to her face.

"Until next time my darlings." She giggled and gave an expert wink at the lenses in front of her.

"And cut."

As soon as he said those words, Y/N sat up and took hold of Wooyoung's arm rather sharply, pulling him so he could follow her into her bathroom.

"Whoah, still got energy left after that show princess?" He snorted when she closed the door behind them.

Huffing softly, she took the camera out of his hands and carefully placed it on the vanity counter.

"I'm sticky, sweaty and in need of a shower." Within giving any other explanation, she began unzipping Wooyoung's pants and sliding then down his legs.

"And I'm here because....?" Although he knew very well why she dragged him with her, he still loved feigning like he didn't know what she was up to.

"Because showers are a lot more fun when you have company." Looking up at him, she smiled and tapped on the bottom of his shirt, a signal for him to remove it, which he of course did.

After a pile of clothes was accumulated neatly and tossed in a corner, the two individuals stepped inside the glass surrounded shower. Turning it on to a cool temperature, both of them emitted soft sighs at the feeling of the refreshing water pouring down their bodies. Taking hold of her pink and soft sponge, Wooyoung took it upon himself to clean her body of the sparkling residue left from the makeup. Making sure to create as much lather as possible, he began to gently swipe the sponge across her body with slow and gentle movements, being careful with her skin lest he accidentally scrubbed too hard. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but she loved having intimate moments like this with him. Taking showers together just because, without needing anything to happen between them. Cooking together, which she ended up finding out Wooyoung was an above average cook, which added to his fatal charms that had her melting for him. Or just cuddling together on the couch as a movie played, more often than not ending with one of them on the floor after they decided to start play wrestling amongst themselves, both of them in fits of giggles afterwards.

After making sure to cover her body with the floral scented soap, Wooyoung stepped back and moved her so the majority of the shower head was aimed at her, rinsing off the foam around her body. Watching it trail off her figure and down the drain, he let out a satisfied smile at his work.

"All better?"

Instead of answering, Y/N came up to him and rested her head on his chest, eyes closing as her hands took hold of his arms to wrap them around her. Getting the hint, Wooyoung held her body against his, fingers lightly running themselves down her back in soothing strokes. Reaching up, her hands came up to rest against the muscles on his upper arms, fingers tapping against his skin every now and then. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh softly when he felt her grip tighten around them.

"What exactly is it about my arms that makes you horny over them?" He questioned her.

Frowning slightly, Y/N pulled away to look at him.

"I do not get horny over your arms, excuse me." She defended herself against what she considered to be slanderous talk.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Wooyoung let out a scoff.

"Oh really? Then tell me everytime I wear a sleeveless shirt, you're practically drooling and keep your eyes off them?"

It was a good thing there was water splashing all over them or else Y/N wouldn't have been able to camouflage the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I do not." She interjected.

Shaking his head in a teasing fashion, Wooyoung leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Beg your pardon miss, but I've seen the way you eye them, especially during my workouts."

Making sure to flex his muscles, Wooyoung gripped her tighter against his body, pressing her unbelievably close as his arms encapsulated most of her body, leaving her slightly out of breath from the tight squeeze he gave her.

"Is it cause you like having me smother you in an embrace with them?"

Wanting to play around with her even more, he suddenly pressed her back against the tile wall, arms coming down to place themselves at the back of her thighs.

"Or cause you like it when I man handle you like this?"

Y/N groaned when she felt Wooyoung's mouth start pressing kisses along her jaw and neck, tilting it back so he could have more space to work with. He chuckled when he felt her breath hitch.

"You're so easy to rile up beautiful." He pointed out in a cocky manner.

Not wanting to let him get away with his behavior, Y/N slid a hand down his chest before taking hold of his dick, making it spring back to life and get hard once more after forgetting how aroused it was when the cold water splashed onto it. She made sure to pump it vigorously, causing Wooyoung to pull back and moan loudly at her ministrations.

"I could say the same about you handsome. Just one brush of my hand against your thighs and your little friend comes up to greet me."

Closing her lips over his, any sound about to escape was muffled by her tongue which slid its way inside his mouth, massaging itself against his own wet muscle. As one hand continued stroking along his shaft, her other hand came down to cup underneath and fondle his balls. That action further fed his aching need to bury himself inside her wetness.

"Getting a little hot my love? Bothered? I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Knowing exactly what she was doing, she squeezed his balls rather hard as her thumb circled around his tip. That and the fact she bit down at Wooyoung's bottom lip was enough to make him lose control of his senses. He could no longer hold back after hours of having her tease him.

Prying her hands off him, he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and wrapped her leg up around his waist, allowing him to slide his length rather easily past her folds to rest inside her heat. Pressing her back against the wall once more, Wooyoung dropped his other hand down to her other thigh.

"Hold onto my arms." He whispered against her ear, a command she didn't need to be told twice as her hands placed themselves on his biceps. Hoisting her other leg around his waist, Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and immediately began slamming his hips into her. Having been sexually frustrated since their interruption that morning, both of them basked in the enjoyment of having their lower bodies connect again.

"Oh fuck- you're still tight even after fucking yourself wide open with that dildo?"

Y/N's hands clung tighter to his arms, nails nearly digging into his skin. Her wails were only half heard due to the pounding of Wooyoung's cock that had her back hitting against the wall behind her, cutting off her sounds midway. The way he gripped at her thighs was so strong that she had no doubt about having purple bruises on those spots for days to come, but she didn't care. Her mind was too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside her, cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

"You like me fucking you like this baby? Cock deep inside this little pussy of yours?" He taunted her as his timed thrusts continued to impale her tight core, slick and warm walls tightening around his hard shaft.

"Yes! Fuck me just like you are doing!" She exclaimed, eyes looking down to watch as his cock drove out of her only to ram itself back in. At this point she was becoming light headed, feeling intoxicated by the tension building in her body, ready to snap at any moment.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" She whimpered as she clawed into his arm muscles, making Wooyoung hiss.

"Then fucking cum like the slut you are." He growled against her ear.

With a piercing shriek, her walls tightened unbearably against his length, pulsating as she came hard all over him. Even during the peak of her climax, Wooyoung maintained his pace and harsh pounding, not giving her an ounce of pity to diminish the euphoric sensation overtaking her. Pulling out of her and safely bringing her back down, Wooyoung tilted her chin up so she could look into his lust filled face.

"If you think we're done, you're wrong baby. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Swinging her body to the left, Wooyoung pressed her body up against the clear glass window that covered the shower. Taking hold of her hips, Wooyoung's cock lodged itself inside her warm walls once more, the sound of smacking skin bouncing against the walls. Y/N placed her palms against the clear glass to keep her steady as his hungry cock fucked her in a furious rhythm. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was overly sensitive from not only her previous orgasm but from having played with herself rather intensely during their filming session.

"Fuck- your cock feels amazing." She moaned out in a low and airy tone.

"Yeah? Is it better than all those toys you fuck yourself with?" Wooyoung cooed against her ear.

"God yes! Way better. Wooyoung you fuck me so good." She responded, her wailing becoming higher in pitch as another build up began to rise up in her.

"So good that you'll cum for me a second time? Will you?" Y/N knew that wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that her body couldn't resist fulfilling, especially when the angle his hips hit against her ass had the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot continuously.

"Cum on me one more time beautiful. Let me feel you again."

Falling under the spell of his command, Y/N let out sputters of his name as her legs trembled under her, threatening to give out on holding her up had Wooyoung not had his hands keeping her upright as he kept pushing his cock into her from behind. It wasn't long before he himself felt himself being tipped over the edge.

"Shit! Oh shit!"

With a few more pops of his hips, he was done, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy up until it started running down her legs, getting swallowed up and washed away along with the rest of the water pouring out from above them. They both stayed still for a couple seconds, each one trying to catch their breath and steady their heartbeats. Resting his forehead atop of her shoulder, Wooyoung's raspy breaths were the only things she could hear.

"Fuck Y/N....." She let out an involuntary smile when he whispered that, his labored breathing telling her he enjoyed that quite a lot.

Withdrawing himself from between her legs, Wooyoung's dick softening after finally being able to find release in Y/N's body. Making sure to do a final rinse to clean up any leftover cum, Wooyoung turned off the water and carefully guided Y/N out the shower, knowing fully well her thighs were burning after all that.

"Easy there beautiful, don't worry I got you." He smiled ever so sweetly at her as he picked up a towel and draped it over her shoulders. Y/N let out a groan as she reclined back against the counter, exhausted from their intense love session.

"Wooyoung, could you please get me my pajamas and help me dress?" Her bottom lip poked out, voice slightly frigging after having her vocal chords nearly ripped out from all the screaming his cock had her doing.

"Of course beautiful. I'll be right back."

Booping his nose against hers, Wooyoung tied a towel around his waist before scurrying out of the bathroom in search of something comfortable for Y/N to wear. Through pained hisses, Y/N managed to turn her body so she was facing the mirror in front of her. Bending down, her face gave out a tired smile towards the camera that she had placed strategically on the counter beforehand, the tiny red light indicating it had been recording everything that happened in the shower, unbeknownst to her partner who was still in her drawers looking for her clothes. Reaching over, she stopped the film and made sure to save the file, a sly smirk on her face as her mind was already coming up with the title of her next project.

"Fucking my camera boy in the shower without him knowing...."

[blissfulparker]

Driving First class→T.H

Parings: mechanic!tom x reader

Summary: A bitter fight with your now ex has you taking your car instead of a train for a business trip. Although out of your pettiness and anger, your car breaks down and you are left in the middle of nowhere but luckily Tom sees your distress and the man who works on the car is your best rescue. But he works on you other ways both Physically and emotionally

Warnings: Dom!tom, sub!reader, degrading(only slightly), sex on top of a car, squirting, oral, unprotected sex (this is fictional please use protection!), orgasm denial, power struggle, Tom being scared of women for two seconds

Word count: 5.5k

A/n: yeah so idk why I got so horny all the sudden and wrote this. Tbh...I like this version of tom, whatever this is I kinda like it. Let me know what you guys think, if you want to see more or less but I present to you: the first full fic I’ve written in months!(also I know barely anything about cars so I’m sorry if it’s cringy😭)

“Fuck! Shit! Dammit! Fuck! Fuck!” You scream. Hitting your hands against the steering wheel. Such a stupid idea with a stupid end result how could you not expect it?

Taking a car instead of a plane or a train across the country to avoid your ex on a business trip. Thinking you were being more bold and brave, proving you never needed him in the first place when now you sit stranded out in the middle of nowhere with a smoking engine and only hours until sunset and you’re sweating your ass off in a suit. A suit, who the hell wears a suit on a road trip?

Your Phone only having one bar and giving you 20%, you’re doomed. Doomed to be stranded out here and either killed by a maniac or killed by a bear. If London even had bears you would be killed by one. Wanting to cry and scream and maybe a train seat next to your ex who cheated was a better option than crying in your grandpa’s old Chevy that you thought was a better idea than the Tesla or the BMW. Anything would’ve been a better idea than this one but for once you couldn’t let go of the fiery side to you and just got in a car with your middle finger to your ex thinking you were so much better than a first class seat with expensive champagne.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” You say to yourself. Your hands run over your face. As dramatic as you can be you think you feel the end coming. The smoke from the engine never dies down and the sun is getting hotter and hotter. No more bubble gum pop plays from the radio but instead the sound of birds chirping and your paranoia of a bear eating you eats at your ears. You think maybe you should’ve sent that drunk ‘I miss you’ text to your ex back two nights ago when you were drunk to maybe just feel his dick once more and get on a stupid train with him but now you are—

“Miss?” A knock at your window causes you to jump. Screaming as you are met with the face of a man and grabbing your pepper spray from the keys and pointing. Even though the window was rolled up you still point and he backs up with his hands up.

“What the fuck!” You scream as you lower the pepper spray. You don’t know when, don’t know how, but now pulled in front of you was a black SUV that was in much better shape than your car. A man who wore a tight white shirt and had sweet chocolate brown curls stood with a scared look on his face.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ve seen your smoke some while back and...and you were slumped over your steering wheel and needed to make sure I didn’t need to call police.” He explained very rushed. You place your hand over your heart, calming yourself as you reached to roll down your window so you can properly talk to him. A harmless boy who was probably on his way home.

“I’m fine.” You almost groan as you put your pepper spray back down. Running your hands over your face once again. Tom takes in how nice you look, black suit and neatly painted nails, you looked expensive so what was such an expensive girl like you doing in such a dirty old car like this?

“You got smoke coming from your car, you don’t look fine miss.” He looks at the cloud that still comes from your car. He has a worried look. You hate that you make the assumption of him being a man so he will know how to fix it but at the same time he was an Angel sent from Heaven,

“The engine blew out...at least I think…” you trail off. Honestly you didn’t know anymore, The last time you worked with a car was when you were 15 and before your grandpa died. The only person who truly taught you about cars now seemed to be reincarnated into the Greek god in front of you.

“Mind if I take a look?” He asked and you nodded as you popped the hood.

Stepping out of your car you join the boy in the front. Taller than him in the heels you wore having him look up at you as if you were the Angel sent down in the moment.

He doesn’t hesitate to dig his fingers into your car. Feeling the overheated engine and you watched as his eyes went in shock and his sigh. You were fucked. Utterly fucked and no, it wasn’t by some hot guy on a plane like you wished in the moment.

“She’s busted.” He looked at you. You almost want to roll your eyes and go ‘thanks’ as if you already didn’t know that. “I might be able to fix her up, gotta take her back to the shop and see what I can do but other than that she’s no good for a ride.” He placed his hands on his hips and looked up at you again.

“You mean it’s like broken broken down?” You start to panic even more. Ruining the BMW was far more worth it than the ‘57 Chevy you drove. No one made a car like this anymore and you adored it. Every chip of paint, every dent, each faded seat you loved as your own.

“I can see what I can do.” He shrugged. He starts to walk to his car, opening the trunk to hook your busted vehicle up to his and drag it back to where he just came from. As he starts to hook up your car you only just stare, watching as he does his work. He rubs his now oily hands on his pant leg before he looks up at you.

“You wanna hop in the front?” He asked and you started walking to your car and he let out a laugh. “No I meant my car, Angel.”

The random man that pulls over on the side of the road, has you pointing your pepper spray one moment ago now has you acting like a idiot as he was so pretty and a gift sent just for you.

“Right,” you walk around to the passengers seat. “Sorry.” You cleared your throat as you sat and waited in silence. Waiting for him to come around and when he does he doesn’t say anything but just starts up the car.

“You’re not going to kill me are you?” You looked over to him who has a goofy grin on his face.

“No sweetheart.” He shakes his head and you sigh in relief. As if he would even tell you that he was going to kill you. “You’re not going to kill me are you? With that spray you’ve got?” He teased and you shook your head.

“No, and sorry, I was just panicked and you are—“ you started but he lets a low laugh that you find so attractive.

“No I get it, you’re fine.” He stared back at the road. You were so use to the city, the tall building and the blinding lights you never really got to see the beauty of London outside of it. The gorgeous countryside you never knew existed actually did. But the countryside only lasted for so long before you were in a town filled with some of the cutest shops and was like a small city. So cute and so tiny.

“You wear heels on a road trip?” He broke the silence again and this time you’re looking at the four inch shoes.

“I-well-“ you looked and sounded like a proper idiot. You worked for one of London’s best businesses and now you were stumbling over your words, “well...yes? I’m on a business trip.” You admit and he looks back at the busted vehicle.

“I don’t know what business you work for but them sending you in a—“ he starts and you shake your head.

“No, no, that is mine. I thought—I didn’t want to go on a train and—it’s just complicated. A complicated stupid mess.” You tell him and he tilts his head as if he was agreeing.

“Well, I’ll see how well I can get you out of the complicated stupid mess.” He flashed a smile before he turned into what looked like a garage. A large garage that was filled with cars of all types, from new to old there were cars that had looked like they had been worked on for days as Tom pulled his car up and turned it off.

“We have some water in the front if you need some and there's a bathroom in the back. Make yourself a home, I'll get started.” and so for once, instead of just staring at him as if he was a piece of art hanging in the louvre, you search for the bathroom and the water he was talking about.

Leaving him to pop back open your hood, you walk into the bathroom and run cold water over your face. Feeling yourself relax at the feeling of finally getting the heat from the sun out of your face. Facing yourself in the mirror, you stare long and hard at yourself. The dimly lit bathroom, the achy feeling in your feet from being so stupid and wearing heels, the fact you broke down in god know what part of london but now you are in a mechanic shop and you are letting some random person fix up your beloved car.

“Should’ve just gotten on the train.” you groan as you take a paper towel and dry your face. Reaching for the door and walking back out to the garage where tom was now in a white tank top that was stained black all over, he had a towel over his shoulder as he worked at your car. You try to swallow the lump in your throat as you are completely mesmerized by the man in front of you.

Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train.

“Fuck!” Tom almost hits his head on the hood of the car as he sees you. You think he had curly hair at the start, now he had hair that kind of stuck to his forehead from the heat and sweat of your car. His hands are covered in black oils and he wipes them on the towel. “You scared me.” he lets out a breath as if he held it in and you take a seat at the stool next to the table filled with tools as he walks over to it.

“Sorry,” you say as you look at the car and try not to make it obvious you want to fuck him right now. A complete stranger that picked you up, you want to fuck. What if he did want to kill you? What if he had a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Or a family of kids? What if-

“You hear me?” he was closer to you than ever and you felt your whole body go weak.

“I'm so sorry,” you shake your head. “What did you say?’

He lets out that stupid pretty laugh of his again as he puts tools back in the tool box. Cleaning up the mess he just made he repeats himself.

“I said, your car is so old that they don't make the part I need to fix her up anymore. Luckily I know a guy who has the part but it will take a few days to come in. the engine is completely busted and i think if i go a year up in model I can put it in just right. But for now she needs to cool off. She’s not gonna be able to drive for a while.” he gives you almost a pout and you slouch your shoulders.

“So I'm screwed?” your brows raised and he gave you a pressed lipped look.

“Im sorry angel, I got a spare room at my place or there is a bed and breakfast up the road I can drop you off at but for now there is nothing I can do.” he says and you sigh. Maybe you want to cry, scream, throw something but Tom notices it all at once as he watches your head drop.

Tom grew up around boys. His whole life was wrestling with his brothers and working on cars. He never dealt with girls crying. Even when he had girlfriends they typically left when they were crying but now he has a crying girl right under his roof after he worked on her car. It did take everything in him to not ask why she used the old thing but he knew a lot more was happening than just a beat down old car.

“I'm sorry. I should thank you, not cry.” you sniffled as you looked up at him who was on his knees crouched down for you. Face to face, he had a concerned look.

“I have a feeling that car isn't why you’re crying.” he didn't know how to play therapist and mechanic but tonight he would.

“I was so stupid not to just get on the train. God, I would have already been there by now and all because I didnt want to sit next to my stupid cheating ex who I thought I was so much better than if I just got in this old thing and drove there myself.” you wipe your eyes and he hands you a tissue but you shake your head.

“He sounds like a shit guy.” He spoke and you nodded.

“He is, but he was the only one that gave a shit about me and now I'm here like an idiot. Well, not an idiot...no, yeah. An idiot. You're really nice and sweet though so thank you.” you try and give him a smile and he stands up.

“Get up.” he groans a bit as he stretches his legs. “C’mon sweets, get up. I’m not going to let you cry over a guy who treated you like shit. You drink?” he asked and you nodded. “I have some beer in the fridge, you already had a shit day let's not cry about it.”

You don't know if you wanted to throw the wrench at him or if you needed him to say that. Either way he sets an ice cold beer in front of you and pops open the top for you.

Probably making more money than everyone in this town, you never thought you would plop down on a nearly broken bar stool in the middle of a car mechanic shop and drink away your feelings with a random man you just met today. You didnt even know his name, nor did he know yours but he listened to everything you had to say about your ex boyfriend who was probably fucking some model right now while you for once felt like you didnt have to play pretend nice in front of someone. How you don't know what god above sent this man in front of you but he did and he listened to each of your problems, nodding and not saying anything back as he just listened to everything.

“I used to work on cars too.” you look over at the cars and he raises his brows.you had finally stopped crying so much, realizing what was happening and where you were but you felt like a weight was taken off your shoulders when you told him everything. Not even your best friend could make you feel like that.

“Penthouse princess used to work on cars?” he teased and you only nudged his shoulder.

“Wow, penthouse princess?” you repeat back to him with a playful smile and he nods.

“Never got your name and you live in a penthouse and act like a princess.” he takes a sip of his beer and you finally extend your hand to meet his.

“(y/n).” you shook his dirty one but wow were his hands thick. You could feel each callous and feel each crooked finger. Your mind went to dirty places and you think maybe he caught on as he watched your legs cross over themselves as you shook his hand.

“Tom.” his thumb swiped over yours as he shook your hand. The feeling made you swallow hard and him smirk just a bit for himself. Before you could get too comfy you walked over to a truck that already had its hood popped open. You stumble a bit in your heels and the uneven ground and Tom is quick to follow you to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

“That's the engine.” you point. And he nods, his hand is on his hips as he watches you point and explain. “That's the brake pad, that's where you put in the oil…” you trail on and Tom nods as you get everything correct.

“Very good, darling.” he nods impressed and you look over at him with a smirk.

“What? No penthouse princess?” you're close to him. You didn't realize how close he was to you before you turned around and are almost chest to chest with him.

“Mmh, you have a preference?” he teased and you look down at your feet. You're still taller than him, but you think even without the heels on you would be either taller or the same height as him. You were always told that you were the one in control, always the one in demand which seemed to be a complaint by your ex.

“Mmh,” you lean in close enough to where your chest is gently pressed against his. “I'm not sure yet.” you let your hand go to the strap of his tank top, its dirty with oil before you let your hands go down and touch the muscle. Feeling just how strong he was, he was pretty tanned too. He was both toned and tanned as he watched your hands trail down to the bottom of his shirt.

His hands rested on your waist. Holding you tight in place and maybe in the moment he was the shorter on but he was always in control. Always.

“You seem so indecisive, do you want to drive or get on a train? Get back with a man or stay away? You don't even know where you want to sleep at night but you still act like you're so in control.” he almost mocks, giving you the same pout you had throughout the entire night and it shocked you.

“I know what I want.” you nearly snarl back and he clicks his tongue.

“Yeah?” he almost whispers as he leans in for your ear. “Prove it.”

You don't know when or how but his lips quickly land on yours. In a rough fight for dominance he has his hands wrapped around your thighs and has you picked up and laid down on one of the cars with a hood down. You don't realize it's your car with his hood down until you brace yourself on the hood. Stripping of your suit jacket and fiddling with your pants button but tom is already on it. He's down on his knees, undoing the straps of your shoes as he lets his hands go up and undo the buttons of your pants. Having you nearly completely naked in front of him, that's not exactly what he was going for as he picks you up from the hood as has you on your knees in front of him.

“Was so cute, you thought you were going to get exactly what you wanted.” his hand was dirty as it stroked your face but landed a grip on your chin. Pulling you in close, your head in between his thighs looking up at him with pleading eyes. You almost whimper, you were on your knees for a man you didn't know and you were almost whimpering.

“Dont act stupid.” he nearly spit at you as he leaned back. Your hands are going to unzip his pants but he stops you. Forcing you to rest your hands on his thighs as he pulls himself out of his pants. You swallowed hard as he was bigger than you had expected--far bigger than your ex as you felt like your mouth was watering as he used his thumb to stroke over the tip.

“Stick your tongue out.” he told you. You gladly stuck your tongue out with your mouth wide and ready to take him. He had one grip on your jaw and the other guiding his cock into your mouth. You start to suck but that's not what he wanted. He held your jaw in place as he thrusted up into you.

“Thats a good girl,” he hissed as he used your mouth as if it was his own personal toy. You reached to stroke what couldnt fit in your mouth and he let out an airy laugh. “What a little whore you are.” he shook his head. “So desperate, is this not enough for you? Sucking on my cock not enough for you?�� he taunted you and you only moan—or at least try to moan and he laughs.

“What was that darling? I can't seem to hear you?” he teased and you only whined more with your mouth around him. You play a game with yourself where you think you can make him cum like this. Making him cum this early would mean that you always were more incharge from the start. But you barely know him, you don't know how long he can last.

“Get up.” he pulls your head off of him. His cock still hard as it fell onto his stomach and you were drooling with his precum. Your eyes don't even look up at him you look at the redness of his cock, how you want more of it and maybe you were the whore like he said.

“Look at me,” he pulled you up, now face to face with him. His hand that was free slips in between thighs, teasing as he gets closer and closer to your core and he clicks his tongue again. “Such a dirty girl, don't even want to look at me, say thank you, you just look at my cock wanting more. You want more?” he strokes your cheek and you nod. “What was that? A moment ago I thought I was talking to one of the richest girls in London but now I feel like I'm talking to just some whore--” he starts to talk but your lips are already on his. You straddle his hips. Extremely unsturdy but he quickly picks you up and flips you over. As much as he'd loved to see what you look like on top of him. Tits bouncing for him and trying to hold on, here was not the best place. He would get a better view later, he just knew it.

For now he flips you over on your stomach. You're pressed up against the car as he wraps his hand around your waist and uses his fingers for a bit.

“So fucking tight.” he slides in slowly at first. Making you gasp and him hiss. “That other boy fuck you like this?” he asked but you were too busy trying to feel more of him. His hand comes down to your ass and in shock you yelp. “I asked you a question, don't say you don't know manners either.'' He was close to your ear and you shook your head no.

“No!” you nearly cry out as he pushes into you. Completely filling you up. You feel tears perk at the corner of your eyes for how desperately you needed him. You even push back on him and he lets out a soft laugh. “H-he's never fucked me like this, god tom please move!” you cry out. His hands come to your waist and he clicks his tongue again.

“Since you asked so nicely.” he teased as he pulled himself fully out and pushed himself fully back in. you cry out, not caring who heard you, you cried out as he fucked into you like you two were the last people on earth.

“Fuck youre so tight.” he threw his head back as he held on to your hips. You felt yourself give up under him. There was no use in you trying to take control anymore when he did this to you. Had you dumbed down just for his dick.

“I need to cum tom.” you cry out. You try and open your eyes to look back at him who has created a rhythm for your body. His head is thrown back and he shakes his head.

“No.” was all he said and you nearly cry more. “Not yet.” was all he said as he went faster.

“Please, please, please.” you begged between a mixture of moans and cries. Reaching back to hold his hands but he quickly moved them to wrap around your waist and touch your clit. Using his thumb to rub gentle circles you nearly

“So cute when you whine like that.” he chuckled. You felt him twitch, knowing he was close too, you clenched your walls around him. You could barely hear his gasp but you have your cheek pushed up against the hood of your car that got you here in the first place.

“Fuck,” he struglld to moan out. “C-Cum for me.” he sped up and your whole body went numb. You swear you pass out for a moment as all you hear are his moans and the sudden feeling of him stopping.

Both heavy breathing you slowly move yourself to get up, at least turn yourself around so you can face a clearly stunned tom. His mouth open just a bit and his eyes are wide.

“Y-you squirted.” he tells you and suddenly you go from feeling like the sexiest person alive to feeling your body heat up in full embarrassment.

“I-i'm so sorry i-i didn't know-” you start to stammer as you reach for your shirt to clean him up but he shakes his head still trying to catch his breath.

“No, It was hot.” he says as his shock turns into a small smirk, cocky that he was able to do that. “Fuck, have you ever done that before?” he asked.

Your cheeks heated up, even though he couldn't see the clear embarrassment you nodded. One time, years ago when you were by yourself. You hadn't touched yourself in over a month and it was just the highest setting of your vibe and the hottest porn star you could find that had done it to you. Never ever had an actual man been able to make you do that. Hell, you were lucky if your ex even made you cum.

“O-Once, once but I was by myself.” you swallowed hard, you could already see the smirk on his face as he knew he was so much better than anyone you had ever had. He didn't even know your ex partners but if he could get you to do that the first time he fucked you then even you knew you didn't need anyone else.

He uses his clean shirt to clean you up. Helping you slip back on your underwear and making sure that you could still walk--you barely could. He helps you into his car. Letting you cool down a bit before he drove out of the garage, driving down the road and it was only about a minute until you arrived at the cutest house you had ever seen.

He lifted you out and brought you inside, passing you clothes that were far better to sleep in than a suit and your completely ruined underwear, you found yourself getting comfy under his bedsheets.

“So im guessing im not going to the bed and breakfast for the night?” you nuzzled into the sheets that smelt of ocean spray and cedarwood. This man was some sort of god, you swore on it.

“Hmm, no. unless you still want to.” he slides under the sheets himself. His hands dont touch you but you gladly lean in and wrap your arms around him. He at first stills, stiffens his whole body before he relaxes for you. He didn't even know what he was thinking. First he helps the pretty girl he worried was dead on the side of the road and now he has her in his bed after having one of the best orgasms of his life.

“No,” you hum against his chest. “If you don't mind.” but it wasn't a question. This time you take control over the situation and fall quickly asleep in his arms. He only lays there, waiting for you to find yourself fully asleep.

Fuck that stupid train, fuck your stupid ex, and fuck him.

-

Dark roast and sizzling eggs fill your nose. You wake up with puffy eyes, from crying last night embarrassingly in Tom's arms you look down and see you're only in a random stained tee and your underwear. In a way,you thought you hit your head hard enough on the steering wheel that all of this was a dream but it was real. You lay in a grey sheeted bed and hear the sound of music come from the kitchen.

Ideally, if you got on the train, you would have woken up in a hotel with a view of the city and probably eat half of a bagel and drink rich coffee from the breakfast bar before being off to your first conference of the day. But you were instead naked in the bed of a man who was helping you fix your car.

You stumble out of the bed, your legs wobbly, feeling as if you did a hardcore work out you nearly wince. What the man did was something you swore was only in porn. You don't know what kind of magic fucked him over while he works on cars but his fingers were skilled.

“Woah, woah,” Tom came over to you. Plaid boxers and no shirt, you think you died and went to heaven. Your car exploded and you died and went to heaven and if this is what it was then you were perfectly okay with that. “You okay?”

You nod, sitting at the island and only watching him. You knew you had to say a word soon but you didn't know what to say.

“Not so sure how you liked your eggs so I made them scrambled because that's personally how I like them but I can make them any other way you like-” he starts to go off and you only nod.

“No, I like scrambled.” When was the last time you had a breakfast like this? You grew up with servants and your parents are always gone. You never had a breakfast as simple as this.

He gave you a smile, you walked over to the coffee machine and poured coffee into the mug that was already out.

“Not sure if you were a coffee or tea type of person, if you-” before you could listen to his ramble again you shook your head.

“I like coffee. Coffee for the morning and tea typically in the evening.” you tell him and he gives a smile and a sweet nod.

“Me too.” was all he said before he remembered what was happening. “Hey, when do you have to be at that business trip? Or whatever it was?” you nearly spit out the coffee as he brings it up. You knew everything that was happening but honestly you were holding on to the concept you died and went to heaven but you had a conference in probably an hour and who the hell knows where you are.

“You know what,” your heart suddenly calms down. The panic subsides as you take another sip of that coffee. “Fuck them. They have waited for others before and they can wait for me. Fuck the trip, fuck the car and fuck my ex.” you felt good saying it. Tom slid you a plate of eggs and toast and you smiled.

“The car is still better than the train?” He remembers how all of this is about you and your ex fighting and you not wanting to sit on the train next to him.

With a smile, with everything that had happened within the past 24 hours, you pick up the plate and turn to tom.

“I don't think I should've taken the train.”

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Tik Tok Leggings

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Summary: Time to test these Tik tok leggings.

Warnings: swearing, Fluff, Cheeky Henry, Suggestive Themes, Plus sized reader

A/N: Just wanted to do something different thinking of maybe having a mini TikTok onshot series but unsure yet. Either way I hope you enjoy and happy Easter to those who celebrate  and those who don't? Have a brilliant Sunday xx

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You eyed the package wearily... just how the fuck were you meant to pull this off? Slowly but surely the confidence  and 'fuck it' attitude was waning. They looked small.... very small.

You huffed a sigh looking at yourself in the mirror eyeing your form. You swear you'd gained some more weight, just a few pounds maybe? But you felt huge. Slowly you unravelled the leggings, it had been a good idea at the time but now you wasn't so sure. They were expensive and even thought you bought them as a little prank you did hope they would boost you confidence or at least be comfy enough to wear around the house.

Being a larger girl it was hard finding comfy clothes and you had to be comfy now that your boys were running around the house like headless chickens. You thought the terrible twos with trainers were bad? Your four year olds had scooters!

You grit your teeth and decided to try the leggings on gearing up for an all put war with the waist band but was pleasantly surprized. The fabric was firm and tummy controlling without feeling you feeling caught by a bloody boa constrictor! A comfy tight not spandex tight. You casually wondered about seeing if the company did bras, this shit would stop the girls from trying to knock you out on the stairs!

You pulled the material setting the... elasticated seam in your ass crack and winced... Okay that's a little strange... but not unpleasant and almost thong. You spun around eyeing yourself in to mirror. You didn't look to bad, if you said so yourself. Sure you wasn't magically strim and fit, you were blessed with a nice thick ass... but unfortunately had the thick hips and large thighs to go with it. You'd never be petite or dainty, but then again henry was huge behemoth of a man so you didn't need to be. As he said on many occasions he wanted a woman as thick as him... and you definitely fit that bill. His thighs were only slightly bigger then yours.

You turned around a few more times. Fuck okay hello there~ you grinned. You may not be the perfect sized woman but fuck if your ass wasn't glorious in these leggings~ this just might work.

You grinned and pulled on one of Henry's tshirts, the grey marines one it was snug and would ride up a little over your tummy showing off your bubble but that you felt was your best feature. And then padded downstairs, henry. Was in the large garden trying to teach the boys how to play rugby... Wanting to start them young.

You pottered about the kitchen chopping up the salad for tonight. Contrary to what people thought you were not large because you ate to much or did little exercise, you had always been bigger and admittedly since having the boys you had gained a little more weight but not ridiculously, you wasn't dangerously over weight.

You hummed looking out the patio door seeing henry jumping for joy as his boys and Kal played 'rugby' darting across the garden to the tiny rugby post at the end. Moving to Jersey to raise the kids was a brilliant idea, you had a huge country house with the land to go with it. Flat and immaculate that spread around the house in nearly four acres the lawn was mostly to the back and side and cornered off with tall hedge rows then beyond it a cornered off veggie plot and greenhouse and a work in progress chicken coop. Soon there will be a decent sized pond and some ducks... Henry didn't know yet, but if he was allowed to have a stables built four god knows how many horses you were allowed your ducks god dammit.

You grinned watching as henry ran around both the boys with his phone out cheering them on as they tor across the garden wrestling each other for the ball. You had panicked when you were told twin boys but you should have known henry would be able to handle it. It was perfect, days like this when he was home and strived to make his sons lives as magical and fun as he could, everyday was a holiday when dad was home.

You shook your head seeing the boys both lay on the floor in the shade completely tuckered out from the mornings fun. Henry can into the kitchen and you held your breath quickly bending over the counter a tad more then normal hoping to get a favourable reaction from your husband. But you couldn't help the tinge of doubt  what if he didn't like them? Or thought you looked bigger then you were?

"Hey sweetheart are the boys fruit shoots in the fri-oh sweet baby Jesus" he coughed cutting himself off  and took a half step back as he came in the kitchen. You giggled and turned to him then nodded your head to the fridge.

"Yeah their in there love" you said smirking and blushing as you saw him eyeing your ass tilting his head slowly down trying to get a better look at your ass making you bite your lip.

"Err yeah yeah... I... hold that thought" he said snapping out of it holding a finger up at you and looked to his phone.

"You just stay right were you are- no nope over bend over again babe... fuck me how did I get such a sexy little mama~" he growled one hand swiping over his screen. You flushed and wriggled our hips a little as you leant forward feeling on top of the world as he openly gawked at your ass. For a second you thought he was taking a photo and made to move wanting to snap up right but he napped his fingers to you pointing for you to get back down and brought the phone to his ear.

"Henry what are you?-" you tried standing once more but he crossed the kitchen pressing himself up against your ass and rocked slowly making you mewl as his bulge pressed against your ass half hard already. Henry huge hand pressed you down on the counter before him and winked then he spoke as who ever was on the phone answered.

"Hey mum, hi can you come get the boys?" He asked and you gasped at him shaking your head at him laughing. He wasn't palming the kids off to their grandparents because he wanted a midday fuck! Not that Marie-Ann would mind, she loved hosting the kids and frequently showed up out of the blue and took them out for the day. She was adamant that both you and henry still had alone time.

"No, no everything's all right I just- somethings come up~" he smirked and you laughed loud shaking your head at him, he was a little bugger! He wriggled his brows at you and nodded then flushed stuttering for a few comments.

"I.. No no of course not mum... muuuum stop- well yeah... yes I know you were young once-oh shit no I didn't mean of course your still young! Your in your prime! Okay yes, yes I promise to try my hardest... yes okay, see you in ten okay love you bye... bye mum I will. Yes I will mum bye" he muttered slowly moving through being embarrassed, shy and strangely confident before hanging up.

"Soo the boys are going out?" You giggled finding the way he reacted ridiculously cute. It wasn't what you expected, maybe a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass. But not him shipping the kids off for the day.

"And staying over night" Henry muttered moving both hands to your ass and squeezed and rolled the cheeks about making you squeak and try rising on your tip toes but he just growled following pressing a kiss to your neck.

"And what have we agreed to for this mighty generous gift? What have you promised?" You said arching back into him with a teasing tone knowing Marie would make henry pay for the 'young once' comment.

"Oh you know nothing too big just another grandchild, which wont be hard with these in your closet" he chuckled pinging the fabric that clung to your ass like a second skin. You flushed gasping out at him batting him away slowly. But it was a hard fought battle, Henry won easily sliding the cutting board back then let you spin to face him. He quickly hoisted you up onto the counter top behind you and kissed your lips moaning into you before pulling back and pointed at you.

"Right you stay- right here. Don't you move a muscle Mrs Cavill" he said seriously and backed away from you still pointing making you laugh and kick your feet biting your lip before nodding. Henry backed up to the back door and called out to the boys.

"Boys come on! Your going to grandmas for a sleep over! Go pack a bag, jammies, tooth brush and clothes for tomorrow! Come on mush hop it or cop it!" he called you smiled hearing two high pitch excited voices squealing at the thought of grandma. She spoilt them rotten. They dashed into the house quickly running past the both of you giggle as henry tried playfully nudging them on the bottoms with his foot when they ran through the kitchen to dart up the stairs and pack an overnight bag. Henry slunk out of the kitchen following the boys but kept glancing back at you.

"Remember right there babe, been too long since we fucked in here~" he growled making you flush remembering the last time you'd made love in here. It'd been when you were pregnant, the day you moved in before you redecorated you'd had Chinese take out and then made love in every room in the house.

"I'll be right here love I promise, now... You might want to sort yourself out before answering the door to your mother~" you teased pointing to the large lump in the front of his shorts making him grunt and cup himself trying to reposition himself and left the kitchen to help the boys pack.

You can safely say, these leggings were a success. You were definitely leaving a five star review... You did however regret not filming his reaction for tiktok. Honestly you didn't even have the app your sister in law had shown you and you thought it'd be something fun to try with Henry. You may just get more than you bargained for though, not that you minded... You just hoped you had a girl this time, it was about time to try and even things out a bit.

[nextdoor-neighbors]

Frustrations (Pt 2)

Link to Frustrations Pt 1!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

Summary: Continuation of Frustrations (Pt 1), Y/N and Fred let out some more of the tension between them

A/N: I had a lot of fun with the first part, and it wasn’t intended to be continued buuuuut the first part got more attention than I was expecting so here we go!!! Thank you for your nice comments and such, I hope y’all enjoy, I tried my best! :)

You can't stop thinking about him.

That damn kiss in the hallway, the way he picked you up as if you weighed nothing, the feel of his body and lips on yours.

You sit in Transfiguration, chewing on your nails as you let your mind wander just a bit further. What if, later on today, you just happened to pull him into an abandoned classroom and-

"Miss Y/L/N."

You raise your eyes slowly, guiltily, lowering your hand from your mouth.

"Yes, Professor?"

McGonagall looks down at you sternly. "Do at least try and act like you're paying attention."

"Sorry, Professor."

You bite down on your thumb nail and shift in your seat as she strides past you. You can practically feel the burn of Fred's eyes on the back of your neck, and it's driving you absolutely nuts. You used to not be able to stand the boy, and then he kisses you once and now you can't stop thinking about him. Dammit, Weasley.

You're relieved when class ends, because that means it's the end of the school day. No more classes to sit through while your mind is back in that corridor, daydreaming about your back pressed against the wall and your hands wrapped in Fred's hair.

As you leave the classroom with Cedric, you hear a familiar voice behind you:

"Why so distracted, Y/L/N?"

You slowly turn to Cedric, who looks as if he's holding back a laugh.

"I'll see you at dinner, Ced," you say to him, quietly, before turning around to face Fred, amusement lighting his eyes and his tongue pressed into his cheek.

George looks at you with a cheeky grin and winks before dismissing himself. You purse your lips tightly, holding back a smile as you roll your eyes at him.

"No reason, Weasley," you say to Fred as you walk next to him down the hall, the only thing on your mind being the fact that last time the two of you walked down the hallway together, it ended with you making out.

"No?" he says, guiding you around a corner by placing his fingertips lightly on your lower back, away from the crowd headed to dinner. Your heart begins pounding in your chest, more aware than you would like to admit to being of his touch.

Damn this boy. You had never understood why girls tripped over their own feet after him, and while you would never be caught saying it out loud, you understood now. Sure, did you still find him to be horribly irritating? Yes, but not as much as you want to shove him against the wall and drop to your knees-

"Y/N."

You look up at him as he slowly opens the door of an empty classroom, glancing back to make sure no one is coming before pulling you in by your sleeve.

“Did you hear anything I said?” he asks after shutting the door and sitting on one of the tables, cocking his head, looking at you expectantly.

“Not at all,” you admit, setting your books down on the floor and stepping towards him nervously.

He reaches out once you’re close enough, grabbing your waist and pulling you forward to close the gap, so that you’re positioned between his legs. Your breath catches in your throat as you gaze at him, not sure if he’s waiting for you to make the first move or if he’s going to.

“So,” he says, dipping his head to the side of your neck, trailing his lips just over your skin. You shiver, his breath hitting you as he speaks. “What were you thinking about in class?”

“Nothing,” you reply, your voice breathy as he follows your jawline with his lips, just close enough to drive you absolutely wild, but still too far away.

“Hm.” Fred gently pushes you back, hopping off the table and switching places with you, stepping closer to you until your back hits the table. “Is this how it’s going to be?”

“What do you mean?”

You look up at him as he towers over you. You’d always been a fan of tall guys, which weren’t difficult to find considering how short you are, but there was something about Fred and the way he looked down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes that was different than anyone else you’d met.

He cups the side of your face in one hand, holding you in place as he leans down until his lips are right next to your ear. Your breath quickens as he drags his hand down, wrapping it around your throat.

“Why won’t you just admit that you’ve been thinking about me fucking you?”

You let out a whimper as he pulls away and drags his hand further down, getting to work loosening your tie and undoing the buttons of your shirt. You let him pull your shirt off once he’s finished, leaving you in your bra. You watch as he bites his lip, gazing at you hungrily.

“We’re going to miss dinner,” you murmur, stupidly, immediately mentally cursing yourself for bringing up dinner when you have Fred standing in front of you, looking at you like he wants to wants nothing more than to bend you over right then and there. Which you want, too, but you’re not going to tell him that.

He smirks. “I’ll find something else to eat.”

You blush fiercely. Any other time, you had no problem dealing with Fred and his teasing, flirty remarks, but this was an entirely new situation, and you were at a complete loss for words - which didn’t happen often.

“Tell me what you want,” Fred says, placing his hands on the table on either side of you, leaning close to your face. “Tell me what you want, and we’ll do it.”

The fantasies that you’ve been thinking about all day flash through your mind, but you’re having trouble translating them to words. So instead, you grab Fred by his tie and close the gap, smashing your lips against his.

He lets out a low groan against your mouth, wrapping his arms around you to be as close to you as possible. You spread your legs to let him step between them to be even closer, but let out a gasp of surprise when he pulls away from you and kneels down instead, winking up at you before lifting up your skirt, pulling aside your panties, and putting his mouth on you.

You let your head fall back, bucking your hips as he teases you, and moaning - a little louder than you intended -  when he finally reaches your clit.

You gasp once again when he slides a finger inside of you, still teasing your clit with his tongue. He pumps his finger in and out, adding another before curling them inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whimper, wrapping your fingers around locks of his hair as the pleasure floods through your body. You lay back on the table, arching your back as he picks up speed with his fingers, all the while still focusing on your clit with his mouth.

He pulls away, standing up and stepping back, gazing at you laying on the table, your cheeks flushed and your legs shaky. His eyes are dark with lust as he looks you up and down, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“You’re so damn loud,” he says, breathily, undoing his belt buckle. “If we get caught, it’ll be your fault.”

You pull up your skirt so he can have better access, and he raises his eyebrows at you with a smirk.

“I think,” you say, finally finding your voice, “that it’ll be your fault for making me feel so damn good.”

Fred approaches you, stopping between your legs. He holds steady eye contact with you as he places his hands on your inner thighs, spreading your legs further apart.

“I think that’s the first compliment you’ve ever given me.”

“Don’t get used to it, Wea-” you start, but your voice falls away, turning into a sharp gasp as he slides his cock into you.

“Are you okay?” His eyes flit up to yours, and in them, you see something new, something soft and gentle and caring: concern. 

You nod. “Keep going. Please.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he says, back to his normal self immediately as he thrusts into you, hard, making you moan once again.

You’re nothing but a loud, sweaty mess as he picks up pace, his fingers digging into your hips, mumbles of curses and your name spilling from his lips. You reach down to grab his hand as you feel yourself approaching your peak, arching your back.

“Fred, I-I-”

“Cum for me,” he says huskily.

You let go, orgasming hard, Fred following your lead, groaning, “Fuck, Y/N,” as he does.

He steps back, zipping up his pants and grinning wildly, as if he just won the lottery. He hands you your shirt and tie as you sit up and hop off of the table.

“Thanks,” you say, breathily, putting your clothes back on and running your hands over your hair, hoping it won’t be too obvious what you were doing once you leave the classroom.

You go to pick up your books, but Fred stops you. He puts his index finger under your chin, lifting it up so you meet his eyes. He leans down to kiss you, but there’s not the same hunger and passion behind it as the previous kisses you two have shared. It’s calmer and sweeter, yet it makes your heart skip a beat nonetheless.

He pulls back, smiling gently at you, and you can’t help but return it. Maybe there’s more to Fred than you’ve always thought: a side that’s worth getting to know.

“So,” he says, breaking the silence, “I’ll see you here, this time tomorrow?”

You roll your eyes at him, smiling. “You wish, Weasley.” And as you turn, bending over to pick up your textbooks off the floor, you feel his hand come down hard on your ass.

You immediately straighten up, extremely flustered. “Fred-”

He laughs, loudly, opening the classroom door for you. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he teases as he follows you out, closing the door behind him.

You huff, simply scowling at him because you can’t deny it. He winks at you before turning away, heading in the direction of the Gryffindor dorms. “See you tomorrow, Y/L/N!” he calls, over his shoulder.

You shake your head to yourself, processing the whole situation, as you walk back to your dorm. You know that the both of you know you’ll be back in that classroom tomorrow after classes. You can’t resist him, and it drives you nuts.

“There you are!”

You look up, startled, at the sound of Cedric’s voice.

“Oh, hey-” you start to say, but he cuts you off.

“You never came to dinner like you said you were going to.” He raises his eyebrows, looking at you suspiciously.

The image of Fred pounding into you, the sounds of his grunts and moans, and the feeling of his hands on you floods your mind.

“I, um, I-I was studying. For that, uh, test. Y’know the one,” you answer pathetically.

Cedric grins. “Studying Fred Weasley is more like it. C’mon, I have homework questions.”

Your whole face turning beet red, you follow him, already looking forward to tomorrow.

[fablesofkitkat]

pov: keeping it casual with Shiggy and Dabi

warning: suggestive / lime af

DISCLAIMER: this doesn't belong to the [Cherry, I run] timeline nor [can the world cease to exist?] timeline. I didn't want to write this pov because I felt like I haven't done enough character analysis on both Shiggy and Dabi to write them in the same pov; but a friend told me if I keep pussyfooting over writing two characters at once, how can I practice versatility in writing?

everyone is in LEGAL AGE in this pov.

if you want me to tag you on any Dabi povs or Shigaraki povs I'll write, let me know

"You look like you're the life of a party."

Shigaraki takes a side glance at you and a subtle scan to your body. His eyes lighted with curiousity and appreciation with your choice of outfit: a high neck tank top mesh, a dark indigo fitch lace bralette, a black high waisted skirt that hugged your hips nicely and black stilettos.

"And you look like you're going to church." He gave you a smile, turning his whole body to you.

You and Shigaraki were both seated on the bar stools. There were still alot of seats available, not that it was still early, it's just that it isn't midnight yet and clubgoers were only starting to get in. He takes a sip from his drink, tasting the whiskey followed by a hint of sweetness, mixed with herbal, bitter notes.

You giggled. "Amen to that."

It was always nice to meet someone who understands sarcasm, you thought. Your eyes roamed his form appreciatively, his long sleeved shirt fitted him nicely and there was something so charismatic about the man, you couldn't quite put a finger on.

"Sazerac?" He offered, gesturing to his drink. You nodded and he waves the bartender down, buying it for you. "Tell me something, church little miss. Why me?"

"Hmm?" You distractedly watch the bartender prepare your drink.

"You're planning on sleeping with me. Why?" He takes another sip. "We both know interactions like this don't end as innocent."

You demuredly smiled at him, an enticing provocation when you're dressed ready to f–

"I didn't want those guys at the dance floor who grinds themselves all over me. I want someone different, a little intellectual stimulation." You tilt your head and leaned towards him; your lips curled in a secretive smile.  "A little foreplay, ya think?"

A bolt of heat shoots all over Shigaraki. It must be the sazerac. He's gotta admit that your boldness is quite attractive to him.

"You ever had it good?"

You snapped your eyes back to his. He caught you staring at his groin. To be fair, you were curious with his... package."What?" You asked, smiling seductively.

He cocks his head to the bartender.  "The drink. Sazerac."

You flushed, thinking he was talking about sex. Now you're just embarrassed. "Oh, what do you mean?"

Shigaraki leans close to you like how you did earlier. Like sharing a little secret. His breath smells like whiskey, with hints of cherry and spice. A dry sardonic aroma. Dammit, why does the scent turn you on?

He cups your chin with his right hand, the texture of his thumb sleeve brings goosebumps to you. He turns your head to the bartender. "After mixing the sazerac to one of the glass, the other is rinsed with absinthe before finally pouring the drink to it. If the bartender doesn't do that when you order a sazerac,  hop to a different bar."

You watch the bartender do exactly what he just said. You feel his thumb sleeve coyly touching the edge of your bottom lip, slowly following the curve of your chin, down to the curve of your throat, he pressed the spot aligned with your vocal fold that you let out a little gasp, or a squeak. His other hand is grabbing your thigh, preventing your legs from closing to relieve some of the ache.

"Ah-ah-ah." His voice deep but sing-song. "You don't get to close your legs with me here."

---

Dabi was randomly watching himself blow circles to the ceiling in the smoke room. When he hears the door slide open and you appeared, trying to catch your breath. He took an observation at you and found himself attracted to the way your chest heaved. Not that it wasn't a common sight for him, what with women flocking towards him whichever club he went to. He blew a circle in your direction, meeting your eyes critically. He smiled at the snooty, upturned nose you did and the way you rolled your eyes.

"This is the wrong place to try and catch a breath." He greeted.

"I wasn't trying to catch my breath." You patted your chest, slowly getting your breaths to slow down.

He raised an eyebrow at your reply.

"Yes, I was. But I was trying to run from a creep who wouldn't take no for an answer and you're pretty intimidating, so I was hoping to bum on your presence 'til he's gone." You explained.

Dabi couldn't stop staring at how, despite being seen disheveled just now, you casually primped yourself with a compact mirror. It amused him so since no one really cared what people looked like after spending a few hours at the club, usually everyone would be a hot mess. He found you cute.

"What's in it for me?" He drew a breath from the shisha and blew it again lazily at you.

You eye him critically, pursing your lips. "My wonderful company."

"So I get to take you home?"

"No. My company is only available within the duration of my stay here."

"Pity." With mocking a tone, he smirked at you. "But then again, you seem like you're too vanilla anyways. Can't have sex without being in love with someone?"

Dabi watches how your eyes glinted menacingly, a silent vow to prove him wrong. He anticipates how you crossed the room from the door to him, his heart jumped when your fingers brushed his as you took the pipe from his hand. You took a deep long breath, leaned down and blew sweet, sweet smoke in his mouth. He closed his eyes as the tobacco filled his nostrils, along with your scent. It takes everything in him to just let the smoke trail all over his mouth, and not let his lips press against yours.

" Your many piercings seem like you're overcompensating for something. What, you don't want people to know you're the one who's actually vanilla?"

He opens his eyes and a lazy smirk settles on his lips. He grabs the pipe back and blows the smoke to your mouth just hairsbreadth from you. "Why don't we find out then?"

You feel the way the air moved with his lips. It was so close. It was electric. His eyes daring you to close the distance. You took up his challenge of course.

---

"Oh, ffuuuck." You awkwardly stand by the door when you find Shigaraki and Dabi glaring at each other in the living room

"Who the fuck is he?" Dabi demanded

Shigaraki only glares at him and then turns towards you.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. Uhmm Dabi meet Shigaraki, my fubu. Shigaraki meet Dabi, my not-serious bf which basically is just another word for fubu." You awkwardly shuffled your feet. "I guess I had too much to drink, I accidentally texted the other and here you are... two... Hahaha..." Kami, you just made a huge awkward mistake. Dammit, you're gonna lose them both.

"Which one of us did you text first?" Shiggy asked.

"Which one does it better?" Dabi asked.

They exchanged glares at their simultaneous questions.

"Um–"

Suddenly, they are both on you; Shiggy cups your face, kissing you angrily, biting your lips til they bleed while Dabi is behind you, cupping your chest as he slowly takes off your clothes. Dabi kisses the spot behind you're neck, nipping your skin 'til there's all but teeth marks on your shoulder blades.

"I'm not stopping–" Both glared at each other for saying things at the same time again.

You moaned when Dabi starts press his hips on you while Shigaraki's hands unbutton your jeans, and finally touching you there.

"We're not stopping–" Dabi's hot breath fanned your right ear.

Shigaraki's low quiet rasp on your left ear. "–not until you know which one of us can do you better."

---

AN:

[Cherry, I run] Dabi is screaming betrayal at me rn. Dw Dabi, this version of you has less issues than usual. [can the world cease to exist?" Shiggy is ignoring me, telling me he wouldn't share reader. ever.

[riotgirl21]

Wings of a Butterfly: Hawks

Warnings: anal, rimming, toys, pet names (butterfly, baby), mentions of DP, spanking, Dabi mentioned.

"Keigo?"

Popping your head around the door, you could see your boyfriend working through some paperwork for his hero agency. He'd been at it for at least 3 hours while you did some housework, after spending all night on patrol you hoped he would use his few days off to rest. But no, your workaholic boyfriend thought catching up on paperwork was a good plan.

His hand motioned for you to come in as he typed away on his laptop, papers strewn over the place and post its all over his board as he worked. You were wearing a crop top and short skirt. So short that if you spun around, it rose up and flashed him your underwear... if you were wearing any that was. Skipping to his desk, you leaned over, purposely giving him an eyeful of your cleavage down your skimpy top... which he would see if he was even paying attention to you. A huge sigh left your mouth, again he didn’t even look up, instead smiling as he worked.

"Yes, my little butterfly."

"Can I ask you something?"

Only half-listening, Keigo continued with his paperwork, pen scribbling away as you walked around his desk and played with the few trinkets he had on there. You walked around his chair to stroke the sensitive skin between his wings, after a recent fight they weren't as big as usual, but you still enjoyed teasing him. Running your fingers through the feathers, caressing the juncture where they met his back before trailing your hand down his spine to the dimples above his ass.

"Stop."

You didn't.

You kept running your fingers through feathers, ruffling then smoothing them down even as you heard his pen drop on the desk. Your mouth a wide grin as his head dropped forward onto his hands, a small groan leaving his mouth. You could see a small blush working it’s way up his back, the motion making you giggle a little.

"You wanted to ask something, naughty girl?"

Suddenly, you were a little shy. You hadn't ever asked him to do anything like this before. Taking the time to research and prepare yourself, looking into other peoples experimentation with it. Watching some porn just for fun, knowing full well it was fake. But today you were adamant that you were going to ask him and while your timing may look odd, nothing calmed your boyfriend like pounding you into the mattress.

Walking around his chair, you perched on the end of the desk before running your hands through his hair. His mouth catching it with a kiss as you caressed the blonde locks near his face. His eyes staring at you, waiting for you to say something until he realised what you were wearing. He hadn’t bothered looking up when you came in and you winked at him when his eyes became wide like saucers, dropping to your low cut op and short skirt over the thigh highs he loved so much. You gasped when he ran a fingers across your thigh, fingers pulling the elastic of the stocking back before he let it thwack against your skin.

“Keigo?”

“Yes?”

“Can... I wanna... could you-“ Dammit. “Can I show you something?”

Not waiting for his agreement, you hopped off the desk and spun around, hearing a small growl when you skirt spun up and exposed your upper thighs. Bending over, you flipped the back of it up and waited, breath caught in your chest. For a second, you were worried but then you felt his palms move up your ass, cupping and caressing before spanking it. Thumbs holding you wide as he took in the red heart jewel nestled between your ass cheeks, colour the same as his wings. You tried to turn around but were stopped when he held your hips tight, lips kissing the swell of your ass between curses.

“Like it?”

A huff of laughter before he spoke.

“Like it? Baby, I love it.”

Keigo was in awe, seeing you bent over his desk on a good day was amazing. But seeing a red jewelled butt plug pushed inside you? The thought of you working that inside you and stretching yourself made his dick go hard. Holding the base, he pulled back slightly until the widest part caught the rim of your ass. He smiled when he heard you gasp and saw you push back, hips wiggling a little side to side. Pressing it back in, he repeated the motion a few times until he heard you call his name, a low breathy tone ending with a whine. Deciding to take pity on you, Keigo pulled it back again and held it there, tongue licking the taut skin of your asshole as it accommodated for it. Tongue flicking against the stretched rim, he heard you moan loudly as you pushed back against his face.

"You like that, sweetheart? Like feeling my tongue back there? You look so fucking hot. You did this for me?"

You nodded.

"Fuck, baby. You want me to fuck this ass?"

Another nod, words caught in your throat as you felt his hands run up and down your body. He tugged the skirt down so it pooled on the floor before he threw it away, you just about saw it fly across the room from the corner of your eyes. Your legs were kicked open wide making you lean forward to stay in position. His hands spreading you wide again, then you felt his fingers press inside you. A whimper leaving your mouth as he hooked them downwards and began moving against your g-spot.

"K-Keigo. Oh God. Keigo." A sob rose from your throat. "Please."

Keigo laughed, his fingers moving inside your wet pussy as he twisted the plug with the other hand. The double action making you stamp your feet in ecstasy, you were so wet already. Standing up, he tugged his joggers under his balls before stroking himself a few times. Removing his fingers, he sucked your juices off them before pushing into you all at once, cock stretching you wide as he hips settled against your ass.

"Fuck! Keigo! Too much! 'Ts too much."

The pace he set was harsh, skin against skin as he rutted into you. Hard length pressing incessantly against your sensitive walls as his cock speared you open. He could feel the way your slick walls clung to him each time he pulled out, wet noises as he moved inside you with each thrust making you gasp. Your hands scrambling for purchase on his desk, pens rolling off the side with each motion.

"Such a good girl, aren't you baby? Getting yourself ready for me. Plugging this gorgeous ass. Coming here and letting me fuck you. Such a good girl, fuck. You want me in this ass?"

He pulled the plug out again, moving it alternate to the movement of his hips. The push-pull feeling was exquisite and too much at the same time. It was even worse when he turned it, your back arching as the waves of pleasure ran down your spine.

"Please, Keigo."

"Wanna get double teamed baby? Maybe I should get someone to fuck your ass while I own this pussy?"

The visual alone had you groan, feeling yourself getting wetter as he kept talking about having you between two men. The idea of being fucked at the same time was making your pussy clench around his dick, you would have been embarassed if he didn't seem to like it so much.

"Maybe I should get Dabi to do it. I've seen how you look at him, sweetheart. You like the idea of him fucking your ass while I take this pussy? Huh? If you ask nicely, he might get a few candles for some wax play too. I know how much you like that."

You shook your head, the visual too much for you to handle as you pussy pulsated around his dick. Leaning down as you shook with your first orgasm, mouth open as you panted. Feeling his hands on your hips as he held you in place while your heart rate returned to normal.

"You OK, baby?"

You nodded, too wrung out to speak but whined as you felt him pull out. His hands grabbing the base of the plug again and pulling it out before placing it on the table. One finger pushing into your ass, so taboo, moving around before pulling out and pushing two back in as he hissed.

"Need some lube baby, don't wanna hurt you."

Reaching into your bra, you pulled out a bottle of lube and handed it to him. Smiling a little when he chuckled and called you a girl scout. Lying back down, you heard the cap of the bottle open and a squirting noise before cold was drizzled over your ass making you hiss. Pushing two fingers back in, Keigo stretched you again, scissoring two fingers inside you as he poured lube between his digits.

"Gotta stretch you open for my cock, baby. You're taking my fingers so well, lookit you pushing back. Such a needy little thing. Want me in your ass baby?"

You nodded, eager to feel him fill your ass up. Another finger made you grunt, head dropped again as your mouth opened on a silent scream. Hand moving down to your clit to alleviate some of the pressure, feeling electric current zap through your body when he licked around his fingers again. Rubbing your clit faster, you hiccuped a sob as you felt another orgasm creep up. Body trembling as he finger fucked your ass, thumb reaching and hooking inside your pussy.

You were barely coming down when you felt the tip of his dick against your ass, one hand on your shoulder as he started pressing against it. Your legs still shaking from your last orgasm, pussy wet as you rubbed small circles on your clit.

"Deep breath baby. First bits the hardest, yeah. Don't clench down."

As he pushed in you couldn't help but yelp, the pressure almost too much, your ass spasming around the new feeling. A sharp slap on your ass made you jump.

"Stop clenching, baby."

Keigo drizzled more lube at the juncture where you were joined, pushing in a little more as he reached down and took over from you. His thumb strumming against your erect clit, rubbing up and down like you loved. Pulling back and pushing in a little at a time letting you get used to the new feeling. His mouth kissing the ridges of your spine as he leaned over and covered your back.

"Such a tight ass, baby. You feel so good. Fuck. Look how wet you are? Wet little pussy asking to be filled. Tight little ass getting fucked. Such a good girl letting me do this. Fuck, baby."

"Keigo.... move please. Fuck me, please."

He didn't need reassuring that you were ready, the tone of your voice said it all. Holding your hand and bracing himself on the table as he started moving his hips, small strokes at first to test your pain level until you asked him to go deeper and faster. Strokes getting longer and harder as he moved in and out, leaning back to add more lube when he was worried about hurting you. Kissing the side of your neck and intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Such a good girl. Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Want me to fill this ass up? Huh? Wanna take my cum in your ass?"

"Yes, Keigo. Yesyesyesyesyes... oh God. Faster. Please. Right there, right there. "

Holding his hand tight, you screamed as his thrusts became more intense, his two fingers now pressed inside your soppy pussy as he played with your clit. The feeling of being filled again making you pant and mewl. You head him groan as he held himself inside you, hips against your ass as he emptied himself inside your ass. His hips stuttering as you came straight after him, wet cunt clenching around his fingers as your asshole twitched around his dick.

Waiting for your body to calm down, you turned your head to kiss his hair. His head leaning on your shoulder as he caught his breath. Suddenly aware of the papers sticking to your bodies and stationery scattered all over the place.

"Baby, I'm never going to look at paperwork the same ever again."

[babbushka]

Zannah! I’m not asking for breeding kink, but I would love some hot Flip wanting to keep you stuffed full of his cum and wanting to knock you the fuck up. Please and thank you 😍

Anonymous said: Can you please do something with Flip wanting to have a baby with you but make it hot 💘Thanks Mrs Z!

2k, it's a lot fluffier than it was supposed to be lol; NSFW (birthday sex, PIV, lil bit of body worship, mentions of pregnancy/trying for pregnancy)

Sneaking upstairs with a cup of coffee in hand, you throw open the curtains of your bedroom window, letting the sunlight come pouring in. The birds are chirping, the butterflies are fluttering, there’s not a single cloud in the sky – it’s a perfect day for your husband’s special celebration.

Blinking awake, startled, Flip looks around, confused. He checks the clock and makes a move to bolt because shit it’s so much later in the morning than he normally wakes up, but you put a hand on his shoulder and sit on the edge of the bed next to him, and he sighs.

“Happy birthday handsome.” Practically beaming at him, you hand him the fresh hot mug of coffee, which he takes gratefully, still not entirely sure what’s happening.

“Don’t fuckin’ remind me.” Your man groans as he sips down the scalding black coffee, perfectly bitter.

Flip turned a whole thirty-nine this year, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with it, not one bit. He always had a rough time with birthdays, but something about being just a hop-skip away from forty has him feeling extra sour. One look at you though, and he can’t help but feel some of your happiness soaking into his own skin, your joy contagious.

“Aw c’mon,” You pull the mug away after he’s had another sip, and place it on the night-stand before crawling in on his side of the bed, shoving yourself as close to him as possible even though your side is wide open. “Another year around the sun is another year you get to spend with me.”

“Alright it’s not so bad when you say it like that.” Flip concedes, because really, you were nothing if not the light of his life.

“Of course it isn’t. I’m always right.” You wink, and all Flip can do is kiss you.

“Yes dear.” He rolls his eyes sarcastically, and you scoff out a laugh, tugging on his earlobe playfully.

A moment of comfortable silence ticks by, before you’re walking your fingers up his bare chest, walking them up up up his sternum to toy with the golden chai that rests in the pit of his throat. It glints in the sunshine from the window, and you twirl it around your finger.

“You don’t have to go into the office today you know…” You trail away, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t?”

“Nope, called in a favor with Harry.” You explain, biting at your lip, settling to straddle his waist, “And, I’ve asked Jimmy to babysit. So we’re home alone, all day today.”

At once, his hands are smoothing up your thighs. The parting of your robe opens up, and you give your shoulders a little shimmy, letting it slip off your arms, revealing your naked body on top of him.

“Oh really.” Flip smirks at that, licks his lips.

“Really really.” You grin, grabbing his hands and guiding them up to your breasts, letting him get a handful of your body. He squeezes at you, and you bite your lip again in the way that you know he likes, “Anything you’d care to do to take advantage of that…Mr. Zimmerman?”

Flip looks at you for a long while, a heated gaze. He feels old as shit sometimes, but when he’s with you, he never feels younger. Something about that true love bullshit really was true, wasn’t it? He’s got something on his mind, has had it there for a while. He figured there wasn’t a better time to ask for it than now, so he clears his throat and squeezes at your tits again, rubs his thumbs over your nipples.

“I think I’d like to get you knocked up again.” He murmurs, and it’s clear in the way that your posture straightens up a little more, that whatever you had been expecting, certainly wasn’t that.

“Wait really?” Blinking at him, you feel your heart beat just a little bit faster, your hopes getting up, and you have to double check that you even heard him right, that it wasn’t just some auditory hallucination.

“Really really.” Flip chews on the inside of his cheek, runs a hand through his hair in the way that he does when he’s nervous, “I think it might be a good time, to start trying for another one, if that’s something you’d want.”

“I want it.” You rush to say, because you do, you’ve been thinking about it for months now, thinkin’ about how the kids are getting old enough to be a little more independent, how you miss having babies around the house.

“Yeah?” Now it’s Flip’s turn to get hopeful, his big brown eyes growing wide as he stares into your soul, crossing his fingers that this beautiful morning isn’t a dream.

He’s been anxious about it, lately. About the thought that he was starting to get too old to have more kids, anxious that when they go to school the other students might think he’s a zayde instead of a pop. He’s not even forty, but it’s something that’s been resting real heavy on his shoulders and it feels good to know you want a bigger family.

“I have dreams about it, about our big family.” You shuffle a little closer to him, and he takes the hint, wraps his strong muscled arms around your waist and tugs you all the way into his lap, immediately kissing at your throat while your arms hug his shoulders, your fingers in his hair, “The kids running around in the backyard, playing together. In my head they all have your dimples.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so full of my come that there’s no way it won’t happen.” He groans, pushing you backwards making you give a startled little yelp, not stopping the onslaught of kisses that wet your neck, groaning into your skin, “Let me? Let me make you feel good.”

You’re already wet, and your legs fall open when his weight settles on top of you. He tugs the sash of your robe away and you’re naked before him, and he groans, drops his head into the cleavage that’s on display just for him, groans again.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Flip bites at you, small nips of his teeth that have you giggling because they’re on your ribs and you’re ticklish there, but the sound of your laugh only makes Flip harder, because he loves you too much for anything else, “Look at you, look at beautiful you are. Couldn’t ask for a better woman to be my wife, I swear I won the fuckin’ lotto.”

It’s only a moment or two later that he’s yanking your hips down to better meet his cock, and then he’s pushing right in. You had anticipated that, had jerked off a little bit in the shower earlier in the morning so you’d be nice and stretched for him. It’s his birthday, you don’t want him to have to do too much of the work after all.

He sets right to work, thrusting straight into you, filling you up completely. A rush of adrenaline makes you sweat, makes your hand shake, because you’re at the perfect spot on your calendar for conceiving -- if it’s going to take, today’s the day, and the fact that Flip knows it only makes you moan that much louder.

“Flip!” You whine his name, because you know how much he loves to hear it when you cry for him, crying out in pleasure that has your eyes rolling back into your head already, even though you’ve just started, “You’re – oh, oh do that again.”

Mouth dropping open, he fucks up hard against your gspot, your toes curling around his waist where he’s pulled your legs up for a deeper penetration, and goddamn does he get deep.

“Damn,” Flip grunts as the slick sound of skin slapping against skin fills the otherwise quiet room, your mouths panting into one another, breathing heavy, chest heaving, “Dammit you’re so hot, I’m so fucking lucky. How’d I get so lucky? This cunt’s so tight.��

Your body bounce bounce bounces on the mattress underneath him as he fucks you hard, and you feel the warmth of pleasure start to build up in your bones, body aching for release. You didn’t let yourself come in the shower, wanting to save that for Flip to see, because he loves looking at you, but it makes you more and more desperate.

“Faster! Please – oh yes! Yes right there!” Your tug on his hair, fingers tangling and winding through his sleep-mussed locks, mouth dropped open as your back begins to arch, “I’m close!”

“Go ahead and come baby, I’m gonna get as many of them out of you as I can today.” He says right away, and you laugh at that a little bit, because you know that means he’s got a marathon of sex in mind for the day. You’re not angry about that at all.

He doesn’t let up on thrusting in and out, ramming over your gspot again and again until your head throws back and you’re babbling, his mouth hot on your jaw where he sucks and licks because bent like this he can’t reach your tits, only egging you on more.

“Fuck, Flip – Phil!” You gasp and writhe underneath him as the pleasure coils hotter and hotter in your stomach, “I’m – ”

“You’re okay, I’ve got you, you feel so good – do you feel good?” Flip drops his hand to your clit for the first time today, giving attention to the poor neglected thing, and your eyes fly open, overwhelmed with the feeling.

“Yes!” You shout, answering his question and praising him and pleased that he’s fucking you all in one, “Yes god -- fuck -- fuck Philly, you’re so good please knock me up, please please please!”

That’s all it takes for him to blow his load, the way that your pussy clenches and flutters around his cock, squeezing him tight tight tight. When he comes, maybe you’re just imagining things, but it feels heavier, feels bigger than normal, hot and thick as it shoots up into you.

Flip pants, groans, and you sigh, the two of you breathing in tandem, eyes closed. Flip pulls out so that he can shuffle down your body and press his cheek against your heartbeat in the way that he always does, his hand drifting down to your cunt to push his come back inside your cunt where it starts to leak out.

Kissing your sweaty chest, he nuzzles his nose against your breast, teasing at your stiff nipple and sighs happily. You’ve only barely just weaned your daughter off, and something in him gets selfishly glad that you won’t be dried up for a while still, as he smacks a kiss to your sternum.

“Knees up ketsl.” Flip announces, even though he’s out of breath still as he does it, one helluva wakeup call.

“Mmhmm.” You nod, sleepy already, the post-orgasm bliss coursing through your veins.

Flip pulls off of you, and manhandles you a little bit because you’re so boneless, shoving a pillow underneath your hips to keep you propped up. He’s not superstitious, but he’s a little ‘stitious, and this worked the past two times you wanted to get pregnant, so he’s not going to break tradition now.

Only when you’ve got your legs bent at the knee and your knees tucked to your stomach, arms wrapped around them to keep them there, looking very silly from the way the pillow cants your hips up, does Flip settle down next to you and light a cigarette, kissing your cheek.

“I love you so fucking much, you know that?” He whispers, like it’s some special secret just for the two of you, “And if it doesn’t take today, then we’ll just have to try again tomorrow.”

“And the next day?” You turn to look at him with glassy eyes, smiling.

“And the day after that…” He attacks your face with kisses once more, thinking that maybe, just maybe, this birthday wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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