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ticklefits · 2 years

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Hi there! For the tickle prompts could you do number 20 with kiribaku? Lee Bakugou?? Have a lovely evening

30 tickle prompts | kiribaku | #20: “Stop kissing me there, it tickles!”

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the list of things that kirishima loved about katsuki bakugou could wrap around the entirety of the planet twice and then some. from the surprise he gets when he runs his hand through ashen blond spikes expecting something other than soft and silkiness , to the way his pupils dilate in those crimson eyes when he's got a strong opponent in front of him. kirishima has his biases though; he loves all of the variations of his smile. his murderous grins in the middle of a battle. his wobbly smirks when he bites back laughter over one of those damn extras saying something funny. then there's the smiles that are a privilege for kirishima alone - the ones that are soft, sweet, loving, barely there unless kirishima does or say something to make it more prominent.

they've got the common room to themselves for the time being, the TV drolling on in the background. bakugou's situated between the open space of his legs, back to kirishima's chest, arms coiled lazily around his stomach, and the redhead can't help but give his boyfriend a little squeeze. there's small grunt in response, bakugou shifting some in his position until he relaxes again with the slightest nuzzle into kirishima as he does. the redhead's lips pull into a grin, and he sighs gently through his nostrils, amused at the fact that the smallest things from bakugou can jumpstart his heart. it's always the small things that catch him off guard, because bakugou is such a loud and dominant presence, but when you're allowed to see those moments of delicacy, those moments of simplicity where the blond can simply be, it's a wholly different experience to his usual. kirishima is honored to be the one bakugou chose to share those moments with.

so kirishima takes advantage of this tender space they've crafted and let's his heart run with kisses from the back of his bakugou's head down to the shell of his ear. his stomach twists in the best way when he feels bakugou squirm a little bit against his chest. he hears him huff a breath and bakugou, who's glancing at him from his peripheral, frowns softly, attempting to will away the flush of pink that dares to heat his cheeks.

"oi, kirishima, we're not in our rooms dumbass."

"but we are alone."

"yeah, but who knows for how long."

"don't worry - someone comes in, we stop immediately and go to either of our rooms. no biggie."

"mm.." bakugou hums in response, not in the mood to continue arguing, not when his skin's buzzing from where kirishima's lips had touched down and he's missing the feeling. he'd much rather give in this time. "we get caught, it's on your ass."

"noted." kirishima chuckles, taking that as his cue to continue and placing his lips right back where they belong. he returns to his trail of kisses along the shell of bakugou's ear, relishing in the way he shifts again with a small sigh so gentle that kirishima nearly misses it. he only presses closer, the limbs snaked around bakugou’s waist tightening slightly, enough to exude that softhearted possessiveness that drives bakugou just a little bit crazy.

it’s when the blond feels his boyfriend’s lips mosey down the tender surface of his neck , down to a spot below the ear , right between the back & side of it, that bakugou settles a hand over kirishima’s arm and squeezes it, biting back the squeak that almost forced itself past the tight line of his mouth. kirishima shifts a bit, but his ministrations continue, remaining in the same area. those sweet - tempered kisses are a killer on this particular spot, evidenced by the way bakugou’s gritting his teeth together and squirming lightly against the other’s hold.

the redhead notices the changes in bakugou’s demeanor, but before he can even lift his head to inquire what’s wrong, he catches a glimpse of the wobbly grin that bakugou is so obviously fighting, along with his cheeks pooling with petal pink warmth and a glare shooting from his eyes that kirishima is well acquainted with.

“st ⎯ stop kissing me there, it ⎯⎯” he grumbles, knowing damn well that that the way he cut himself off is all the information kirishima needs to decipher his predicament.

the grin that blossoms upon kirishima’s lips flips bakugou’s stomach, and suddenly the arms coiled around his waist have gained motion again; yeah, he’s screwed.

“it what?” kirishima asks in a tone much too saccharine, much too sing - song, “does it tickle?”

bakugou growls, as if his current disposition wasn’t enough to override any sort of intimidation he assumed he could draw from.

“shut the hell up, i’m not ⎯⎯”

“not ticklish?”

bakugou can only seem some of kirishima due to sitting against him, but the way his boyfriend’s grin grows into something sharper, a little more smug, has his fight or flight response activating. unfortunately, he isn’t exactly able to do either, not with the way kirishima’s got him in a hold and has a goddamn quirk that was basically made to counteract his own.

“because, i don’t think that’s true, katsuki.” kirishima goes on, savoring the biting intake of breath from the boy in his arms when he speaks his first name. he rehomes his hands on bakugou’s sides and just leaves them there, unmoving, but bakugou is so fucking aware of them. “you’re not a liar right? you never lie. so if you’re someone who never lies, then you’ve definitely gotta be ticklish.”

he’s going to kill him. all of those empty threats of murder have been leading up to this situation, bakugou’s certain of it. except, his mind and his body aren’t synced up, and the last thing he could ever want in this moment is for kirishima to stop.

“oh my god⎯⎯ shut up and let me go, you dumbass.” bakugou snarls with no bite, and to his surprise, kirishima’s hands loosen their grip and there’s an immediate spark of panic within the pit of the blond’s stomach.

“sure, if that’s what you want.” kirishima’s voice is lower than prior, above a whisper but barely, and cocky enough to piss bakugou right off. that self - satisfaction is duly justified however, when bakugou nearly slaps his hands over his boyfriend’s to maintain their place.

“i .. just⎯⎯ ugh, do whatever you want, it’s not that big of a damn deal..” he absolutely refuses to glance through his peripheral at kirishima, who’s grinning from ear to goddamn ear and beaming with a fresh brilliance like he’d just stolen light from the sun.

“baby, you are SO cute,” the glee in his voice is palpable and hits bakugou like a semi - truck, all adoration and compassion etched into each syllable, “telling me i can do what i want, aren’t you sweet? well, what i wanna do is tickle you. i wanna hear my favorite sound in the whole world.”

nevermind, it seems like kirishima is hellbent on killing bakugou this time around. there’s no way his complexion could heat up any redder than it is, he’s already squirming just from the other’s words and the hands have returned to his sides but have yet to move again, and god, kirishima knows exactly what he’s doing.

“you⎯⎯ just..! shut UP and do it alreheHEHEHADY!” the fingers settled on him start scribbling at the same time he barks his demand, which results in it dying off into startled giggles from the explosive youth. kirishima’s heart flutters in his chest, the grin he wears softening up in an instant.

“hm.. where was that spot again? oh!” kirishima moves to nestle his lips back against bakugou’s neck, in that same sensitive area he’d discovered earlier, and covers it in butterfly kisses.

“AHA⎯⎯! waHAhait! shihihihit, nahahat theHEHEre!” bakugou doesn’t have the spoons to oppose the second squeak that rips from between his lips, his hands gripping onto kirishima’s forearms for grounding, lest his palms start to crackle and pop.

“not there? not where? not here?” the redhead leans in close once more, sucks in a breath that bakugou can feel from his diaphragm, and before he can shout words of protest, the damage is already done. the raspberry blown against his skin is a straight shock of ticklishness that has bakugou reeling, wiggling in his boyfriend’s grasp like an unearthed worm in a halfhearted attempt to escape.

“fUHUHCK⎯⎯ NOHOHO⎯! kihiHIHIRISHIMAHAHA, staHAHAP!” his giggly commands fall on deaf ears as the other blows not one, but three more stupid little raspberries into that new little spot below his ear, one after the other.

kirishima relishes in the way his boyfriend’s laughter heightens in volume and pitch, the wide smile plastered across his face bright, carefree, and seems so uncharacteristic for someone like him. again, kirishima thinks back on the fact that he’s been granted bakugou’s trust and favor; he wouldn’t willingly allow anyone else to see himself like this, much less be the very cause of it. it makes his heart sing and swell with love, his eyes shining of it.

as if on some untimely cue, the sound of the dormitory doors swinging open catches both students off guard and it takes a matter of a moments for them to untangle from one another and scoot an appropriate distance away, acting as though they’d been merely watching television.

kirishima greets the small group of kaminari, ashido, and sero as they enter the common room from the hallway, whereas bakugou merely grumbles, forcing the color from his cheeks and ears to dissipate before one of the others noticed. kirishima stands up from his seat on the couch then, subtly motioning for bakugou to do the same. he fakes a yawn and reaches for the ceiling, pretending to be tired as a means to excuse himself and bakugou. the group bids them both a good nap, with ashido reminding them that dinner will be soon. on a genuine thanks, kirishima bounds to the elevator with bakugou hot on his heels.

all he does is toss a knowing grin in bakugou’s direction, and catches that slight shiver upon his shoulders, but feels goosebumps prickle up his arms when those pretty crimson eyes stare back into his own with a glaze of impishness. now that he’s free to make a move and they’re on their way to the privacy of a bedroom, bakugou isn’t going to let kirishima off the hook that easily. it’s time for a little revenge.

#k's writing.#ticklish!bakugou #lee!bakugou #ler!kirishima #kiribaku tickles #bnha tickling #lowkey got a lil carried away with this bc it was supposed to be a very small drabble lmao #i also wrote half of it while high but its fine its okay its cute im into it

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bemylord · 3 years

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being their girlfriend/dating them

or they're as your boyfriend

character: sukuna, itadori, nanami, satoru, megumi.

warnings: fluff to smut hdc, curse words, kinda rough and soft boys + sukuna.

note: or they're as your boyfriend/dating them

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ

i don't think he'd call it relationship or love. just the bond that binding you're together. he also doesn't talkative a lot, he prefers to show you his feelings in actions.

as long as itadori is searching fingers, you'll exist in his domain, being the slave and queen in one time. he'd praising and teach you new techniques, but also may use your body as he wants it.

praising to the degradation - generally, nothing new. if you had been bad either you did something on purpose, there will be no mercy for your body and throat - the king knows the way to punish you.

the cute thing is when you are exhausted from the little practice sukuna does in his small domain: breath had been taken away and your body is sweating. all you want is a little break to catch your breath. despite his selfish and demolished nature, he gives you some time in his lap to debilitate your sluggish body. your arms are wrapping around sukuna's neck by accident - it may seem he doesn't give a damn about it, but he pulls you by the waist, put your head on his athletic chest, and have you in arms 'till you'll wake up.

'you are too weak, brat, more energy, put more fury on me, or did you forgotten that i'm the fucking king of this world?' he laughed, knocking off your attacks. he's got a god complex and perfection. 'i'm getting stronger each second, sukuna, don't make yourself as a god'

you are the one he lets talk like that. being tremendously gentle with you is hard for him - he still being rough and could inflict damage, although, after pain, the king will take affection aftercare. but don't think he would murmur some sweat stuff in your ears, just spooning you is enough.

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ

master of the aftercare. sensei of the smooch and teacher of how to cuddle a person. he's good at those things. you never complain of how warm and strong satoru's arms wrapping your waist and his lips are kissing the back of your neck. after rough sex gojo would make an apology with soft kisses all over your figure.

cute fights in the kitchen while cooking. satoru is very needy and sometimes, he could be clingy for your attention, trying to get it whenever he wants to feel your body. even fight doesn't stop him - gojo would fight back and hitting on you.

show everyone that you're taken by him by marks he left on your soft skin last night. satoru would give you an order to dressing a shirt which will show his label on your body - wanna get a punishment? disobey the order; sure, later, you will regret it. however, it will be somewhere in the future, so you do mind disobey him?

whisper on his ear how long you've been craving for his fat dick in your dripping pussy and satoru would stop everything he did later, just to bury his cock deep into you, feeling the outlining of his member in your stomach. it's driving him insane when his fat dick rearranging your insides. no words could describe emotions in his soul when you're scratching his back whilst satoru is doing the pulsative movements inside you. 'does it feel good, kitten, doesn't it? feeling my cock in your little tummy, my god.. put your hand on the lower abs to perceive it' 'satoru~, i-i won't take any longer, give me that~' how could he disobey the order of his little angel?

gojo would degrade you only you've got the bad attitude. at other times - you may hear as he repeats the words 'you're so fucking amazing, kitten' he's hazing at the throbbing feeling in his cock you've been giving him.

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ

he's so much loves to play games and dancing with you when he has the time to do that - you'll play all games he bought for those evenings when both of you are playing fools and being kids. he may act like a kid around you, but trust me, he isn't good while railing you.

there's no door named exit while he's eating your out. yuji will apologize for not being close when you want to cuddle him or smack your lips against his. his apologies are mostly his head between your legs and his fingers in your cunt, stretching your walls, preparing you for the night. he makes sure you're enough dripping for his throbbing cock. it gives me a vibe that he'll overstimulated your little clit only with his tongue.

having you in missionary position, leaving the half-moon on your hips, unquenchably fucking your overdose cunt filled up with your juices. but you know itadori adores when you're squirting on his dick, shuddering while giving the huge release. 'that's right, beautiful, give your daddy all juices you've got' his words make you squirt one more time when he's finishing on your chest. quick series of spanking on your cunt and you're melting definitively by him.

but most of the time, you're both doing silly stuff that bothering megumi a lot. actually, you've got a game 'who's bothered megumi first'. it's fun to watch how he's activating shikigami dogs. you're idiots, although happy idiots.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ

daddy issues. daddy vibes and daddy chill. you've got no choice but to obey every order he told you to do. no way to escape and no way not being fucked to him if you did have time to do his tasks. his big and strong hands pulling your hair back, so you arch your back, feeling his breath in your ear. scream as loud as you can, 'till you reach the high note you could - he won't stop it.

sweat aftercare in the shower where nanami is washing your hair for you, also massaging your shoulders and kissing your stomach sort of excuses for being too extremely rough with you. but you knew he won't be soft, the language of his sex life is rough and painful. but the aftercare is worth having bruises the next morning around your neck.

nanami is an obsessive and dominant lover, he would mark you as his baby girl, his property, and the woman he's seeing his future with. even if you've got powerful and strong abilities nanami still doesn't allow you to battle the curse. think whatever you want to - he doesn't like the thought of having your dead body in his arms. he doesn't like the thought his small girl would have injuries from the demon.

nanami will show his love in action rather than words. you've got an unspoken rule to kiss your partner when they're tired of the work or giving a good morning/goodnight kiss. even if you're sleeping, nanami kisses your forehead before going to work. nothing could stop him from the morning kiss. you baked warm goods before he returns from the office or battle tired and having no strength. he fucking loves your baked bun.

after work, you make a warm bath for him, where he can loosen his body, burying his face in your hair. 'sweetie, i love you so much, so-so-so much. with you i can enervate myself and get lost in your smell, wrapping arms around your waist, feeling like it's my private heaven'

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ

i've got a feeling he'd be an overprotective boyfriend. doesn't leave you alone with itadori for the reason he's a vessel for sukuna - don't treat him weird, he trusts itadori, but not sukuna. doesn't like when you interrupting his battle using your abilities because it's making him think about implications.

doesn't show his affection among other students because doesn't like being called a clingy or needy puppy. nevertheless, pulling you closer by your waist to show everyone to fuck away from you. megumi would not hesitate to kiss you with a tongue in front of the students to show them you're taken and your man is crazy.

megumi is more like a homeboy. every time you're alone or having time to spend together, you'll be stuck in his arms 'till you both need to go back to the sorcerer-life. cuddling and smooching are his life - in the bathroom, while you're cooking, watching tv-shows, he's arms around your body, therefore megumi is telling sweet nothings in your ear.

sex life with megumi? complicated question. would be bad and good simultaneously. i still have a thought he'd tied you up and use a flogger on your booty for spanking and preparing your pussy for his dick - it was passed on by his genes [wtf his father omg]. makes you squirt a couple of times, also makes you beg for his fat cock before pull it inside unexpectedly. using a collar with a chain to arch your back 'till it crunches and you moaned because megumi literally choking you.

only god knows how much megumi has kinks for you. how much energy he has to rail you all night and be able to continue that after the sun is illumining the room. 'you're dirty little slut, the rays of the sun in our room, and you still have the energy to squirt' degrading you during coitus and praising you in his muscular arms after.

//~~//

fuck. i was planning to post kuroo x reader x kenma but i deleted my work [by fucking accident i hate myself] that i had been writing since morning. sooo, I'll post it tomorrow. so sorry for the grammar mistake i was writing it on my phone.

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ohmysparkle · 3 years

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What do you want to watch?

📀 Pairing: Hyunjin (Stray Kids) x Reader

📀 Length: 2.5K

📀 Warnings: Smut, oral, fingering, piv. GFDish??

Typical lazy afternoon... you’re in one of his shirts, no bra and no panties, just some comfy stretchy cotton shorts. The lights are hazy and you’re just watching something on tv after a long day of doing nothing. Happily passing through different apps... Netflix... Hulu... Prime...

Until he comes into your vision. He’s then kneeling at the foot of the couch. His head just beside your raised knees, which you’re supporting in the coffee table, and as he neatly places his hands on his lap like a good little boy he leans his head against your thigh to place a polite peck.

“What do you want to watch?” He asks.

You know what he’s getting at. He knows you’ve been tired, stressed, working like crazy. He admires you so much, how hard you work and yet how you’re always so attentive of him, spoiling him with love, compliments, affection, and gifts - the gifts carry the least sentiment in his mind, and he could do without them, but he knows it’s all a collection of many gestures you make to prove to him that you love him, wish to dote on him and make him happy.

He feels... undeserving. Only sometimes... not because he is insecure, but because he’s unsure if he’s done enough to merit such love and admiration. You make him feel like he’s an amazing man, beyond anything he’s ever thought of himself. Not that he ever thought little or disliked many things, but who else would ever look at him the way you do? Or say the things you do and mean them with so much truth?

He’s desperate to give it all back sometimes. Desperate to prove how much he loves you, how much he’s willing to give, how much he’s willing to support you and to alleviate your burdens - like he is now.

He knows you love loving him in any way, as equals, playfully, sensually, aggressively... yet he knows it gives you great reassurance when he does this. He’s on his knees for you, he’s showing you that he’ll do whatever you ask, to do whatever you want to your body or let you use his body to your pleasure. It’s not so much about dominance, he thinks, and he knows you agree. To you it’s a gesture of trust and devotion, of full surrender to one another. He wants to give you exactly what you want, and it makes your heart swoon so you’ll gladly take it. He’s yours, all yours, all for you. The same goes for you, all for him. The gestures of proof just vary depending the circumstances.

There’s another little kiss to your thigh, and he nudges you with his nose, looking at you cutely with one eye. You love that damn cute nose and its button tip.

“What do you want to watch?” He asks again, more playfully, and you reply with a little boop to his nose with your index finger, pressing into the squishy flesh.

You simply take that finger and press it back to your lips. ‘Give me a kiss’ is what it means - and he complies. He sits up to lean over you and presses those supple and plump lips to yours, it’s sweet, simple, loving, but not yet sensual. He sits back down against his calves with a little bounce and a happy smile.

“So... what do you want to watch?” And he lips his head to one side playfully.

“I want to watch you take your clothes off.”

The words starkly change the atmosphere, make it hot and tense in a snap. It’s the door he was waiting for you to open. He does so, obediently. His movements are quiet and careful, he sits back down as if it hadn’t been even the slightest interruption. You love how his abs and tummy crunch together, showing all those little lumps of flesh you just want to kiss and poke and pinch. The tops of his thighs look so plump and muscular like this. His chest and his pretty dark nubs on his pecs are exposed, ohhh how your love to suck and nibble on those...

“I want to watch you touch yourself...” you lowly insist, you do want to. You want to see a beautiful and carnal display just at your fingertips, just for your audience.

He sits up straight, stretching his front as his spine curves back in an arch, and he spreads his knees apart slightly. When he takes his still limp cock into his hand, he raises it upward, exposing his pretty pink balls. Everything is groomed to perfection and he’s smooth all over. His dark eyes never leave yours, watching you fiercely as you slump all lustfully at the sight just below you. If you keep up the gawking you might just drool.

He spits on his hand and reaches down. He’s strokes himself, squeezing the still moldeable flesh as it hardens, and the breaths he sucks in are more in anticipation of what’s to come than the minimal pleasure he gives himself now. He knows that at the end of this you’ll all too eagerly want to have him in your cunt or in your ass, right where he belongs, completely enveloped in the embrace of your body - if he’s good, that is. He can’t wait, his toes curl at the thought of it, filling you, being impossibly close to you as he fucks you and your mouths are wet and heaving and your both all scratched up and sucked and marked by the other, and tears come to the two sets of eyes from the absolute ecstasy of it all. He can imagine you crying his name over his shamelessly loud moans. He’s a screamer after all, and you’ll touch him in all the right places so he’s squealing out like a rutting animal - these are the things he things of as he touches himself. You look at him right in his eyes and he wonders if you can see the thoughts that linger behind them if you look hard enough.

Your thoughts are similar... more along the lines of of the sloshing wetness in your body and how well the weight and heat of his cock would feel when he spills in you, and all over you, and you you’ll spread those fluids all over your body and his, and then have him lick it clean... but you don’t need to imagine because the means to do all that are right in front of you, specifically, they’re in his clenched fist, straining with protruded veins and brightening at the pretty rounded tip. It’s the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen - massive. You wish it’s the only cock you’ve ever seen and had, but you’ll make sure it’s the last.

“I want to watch you take of my shorts.” You say while still shuffling the tv apps about.

He complies, slipping them off easily, exposing your pretty little bits to the air. You stretch one leg out to rest on the coffee table again, and raise the other up, arching above him, until it rests on his shoulder and he’s trapped between your legs. He’s got a perfect view of all the pretty ridges of your labia now, every plump little lip, he can imagine he’d feel the steamy heat radiating off of you if he juuust leaned closer.

But he won’t. Not until you ask him to. You’re still flipping the channels while looking at the tv beyond his shoulder - it’s such a comfy position to watch tv in, and you can effortlessly glance at his pretty bare face, his pretty puffy eyelids and the neat little half-up pony tail that he’s pulled his blonde locks into. His fluffy brows are slightly messy, and his skin looks soft and spotless from a recent wash, and the corners of his lashes stick together from the moisture that still clings to them and form the most beautiful flicks outward to frame his pretty eyes.

He’s a nice thing to watch indeed. Fucking tasty and mouthwatering, like you can smell the meal you’re about to eat.

“Lick me.” You quietly purr, after enough pretending that you’ll ignore the obedient kneeling man. He kissed the inside of your leg that rests on his shoulder, before gently guiding both of your legs to rest at the edge of the couch, spreading you wide open with nothing to obstruct his course. He grabs your hips with care and guides them to slide down, so that your beautiful cunt is slightly facing upward, yet your line of sight is still above his, and you look at him like a cat that’s about to play around with a mouse.

He licks his lips, slowly, and you can see that smooth and shiny pink tongue, it looks like a gummy bear or a lollipop you could just suck on until it melts...

“Lick me... you know how...” you purr, relaxing into the next breath you exhale.

He starts off by slightly spreading your labia with the fingers of one of his giant hands, your cunt is searing hot and with just that pretty tip of his tongue he presses a smooth swipe, firm, but just with the tip. You like it when he focuses there, going at your nub until you’re wet and your hole throbs for more. So he swirls, swipes, presses - its just the tip and it’s ticklish and teasing and his breaths blow over the rest of your pussy and make you shiver.

More more more, he flicks the tip about, until your panting and he can see your abdomen and thighs tightening, being the expert he is regarding your body, he grabs your discarded shorts off the ground and slips them under you... he knows the tricks of fluid comes right when your clit is played with to this extent, teasing you with the tiniest and most detailed movements so it washes up on you unexpectedly. You tighten all over and squirt pretty clear droplets that look like crystals along your folds.

“More...” You mewl, panting.

He obeys, like a good boy. He knows this type of stimulation riles you up desperately, leaving you tingling with sensitivity yet begging for more, leaving your hole sopping and perfectly aroused. This time he is more generous with his tongue, swiping the top generously all over your lips, making sure every little ridge of his tongue rasps against every bit of squishy plump flesh, over every fold, dragging your deliciousness all around. He loves the smell - fuck the taste of you is delectable but the smell drives him mad, and he’s literally eating you up, mouth, tongue, lips, even teeth to nibble in the right places.

You’re growing desperate, far too desperate and you grab at his bound hair, he sticks his tongue all the way out, as flat as he can to let you have your way. Your nails sting at his scalp and you tug painfully, and it makes him leak and whimper. You bury his face against you, you’re like an animal in heat and your feet flip in the air as you’ve lost all support to your body, and you rock his face to and from you, making sure his tongue pressures you clit in just the right way. His face slaps against your moist and swollen lumps of flesh, it’s messy and his entire face is soiled. You feel the liquids trickle from you once more. it’s a very superficial orgasm, and you’re purposely chasing them to drive you towards the point of desperation for having him stuffed in you, but he’ll please you this way until you feel raw and aching and sated if he has to.

He moans against you, with his mouth open and you choke his cries out with every messy slap of your pussy to his face. If only you could see how hard he’s fucking his cock with his hand, how tightly he’s gripping the head till hit hurts. His beautiful eyes are squeezed shut, but he hears and feels you and he knows you’re losing your composure. He reaches up to grab your hands from his hair so he can move freely, forgetting his own aching cock. He sucks at your clit now, and sucks and sucks until fluids come from you again, and he imagines your all slick and slimy and creamy within by now. For one final measure he presses his flat palms right at the edges of your vulva and spreads you - he inserts his tongue in your hole and fucks you with the little muscle until you’re begging - it’s what drivers you insane above all other things. Well, actually, you don’t beg, you grab him by the hair and he begs he’ll be lucky enough that you’ll slap him and fuck him and squeeze him.

But alas, you just scream, and he knows he shouldn’t delay when you yell “Fuck meeee!”, but he doesn’t want to ruin your momentum by forcing his cock too early in, so he takes his fingers, two all at once, and fucks them into you so that the pads of them and their nubs stimulate every spot along your insides. He fucks them in eagerly, the muscles in his arm strain and he can hear every sloppy squelching noise and closes his eyes hoping it was his cock, imagining his cock which still stands against his abdomen begging for attention. He can practically feel his tip pushing past that tender wet hole until it pokes the furthest reach, that’s how hard he envisions it, feeling the tickling sensations of the top of his cock, his slit crying at the thought and desperation.

Your thighs twitch and you begin to clench, he’ll keep it up until you relax from within but he feels how easily your muscles can stretch already, yet they are still so deliciously tight for something the size of his cock. You reach desperately, trying to pull his hair once more, but he’s too far away. If he weren’t so engrossed in the carnality of it all he’d chuckle at the cute gesture, but he’s too aroused to stop his attack, even if he’s tense from the repetitive movements and his jaw feels tight. His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches and you look at him and he’s absolutely masculine and vicious, unlike the soft demeanor with which he began. You reach that point where you feel you need more. Deeper thrusts, faster, harder.

You come undone and you can’t breathe as it all spasms over you and he uses his other hand to grind the palm all over your vulva as his fingers massage you to surrender. He’s proud at how you’ve melted - and your dominant demeanor is all gone. It’s just a matter of time before you regain your senses and start ordering him around again, so he’ll take his filthy hands off your pussy for a while and slip them under the shirt you wear to play with your breasts.

Your breaths begin to become slower and deeper...

“What do you want to watch now?” He asks, standing up, towering above you so you have the perfect view of the cock you’ll ask him to stuff you with. He’s still looking down at you, but your livening eyes make him know that he’s still completely in the palm of your hand and under your spell, and he’ll do everything - anything - so long as you command it.

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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3 nights || jw x reader

summary: a one-night hookup turns into three (based off of the song 3 nights by dominic fike )

warnings: swearing, smut (18+), unprotected sex (uh yeah don’t do that)

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this is an old tom holland piece of mine that i thought would fit wonwoo (my tom holland blog is @wazzupmrstark if you wanna check it out)

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A hellish smirk tugged at Wonwoo’s lips as he gazed down at his phone in the midst of a pitch meeting. He glanced at the image he’d been sent for a second more before sliding his phone back in his pocket and lifting his head to indicate he was paying attention. But he was distracted. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for Jeon Wonwoo to receive nude pictures from unsaved numbers, but he was pretty sure he knew who this one was from. At least he hoped. You had cropped your face out of it, but from the expanse of your collarbone to the curve of your hip he could recognize the freckles under your breasts and the small scar just below your belly button.

He waited until he was dismissed from the meeting to respond. Didn’t want to seem too eager.

What did I do to deserve this out of the blue, darling?

You didn’t respond right away. He shouldn’t have been surprised, he hadn’t responded right away, so why would you? You had better things to be doing than sit around waiting for him to text back, but a selfish part of him wished that you were.

You were a bit different from Wonwoo’s other lays, but he didn’t mean that in the nauseating ‘you’re not like other girls’ way that men liked to use to get into a girl’s pants. He didn’t really need to use cheesy, comparative shit like that if he was being honest. All he had to do was send a wyd text at 2am to get a girl to come over. Unless that girl was you.

Of course, you were beautiful, and incredible in bed, but something about you always left him wanting more. Maybe it was the fact that your presence was fleeting, you never stayed very long afterwards. Maybe your elusiveness tugged at a deeper curiosity in the back of his mind that he was unaware of. He was already familiar with every inch of your body, but truthfully he knew very little else about you. and maybe that’s what intrigued him.

Or maybe it was the simplicity. Routine hookups, no strings attached- regardless of how many times you came… over.

Whatever it was that kept you on his mind, Wonwoo didn’t dwell. He pushed all questions and logic away when he was with you. And when he wasn’t… he tried not to think about it. But it was difficult not to when you sent him pictures like that out of nowhere, no context, not even a response.

Ding!

Never mind.

Oops wrong person ;)

Wonwoo let out a low chuckle and shook his head. Of course, there was a small part of him that wondered if you had actually meant to send that to someone else, but he shook it off. If he knew you at all, which granted he really didn’t, he knew this game.

He didn’t hesitate to respond this time.

Shame… was gonna ask if you were busy tonight.

Only a few seconds passed before his phone buzzed again.

What did you have in mind??

You.

It was corny, sure, but effective.

I think I can make something work.

He grinned at the screen and sighed, licking his lips.

9pm. Our place.

You hadn’t even taken off your coat by the time he had you up against the door with his mouth on your neck, pressing breathy kisses to your skin. You gasped as he sucked a hickey just under your jaw, closing your eyes and moaning his name.

A seedy motel in the middle of the city wasn’t the… most ideal spot for late night booty calls. The sunset-colored wallpaper was peeling and the showers only worked sometimes, but in the grand scheme of things, location wasn’t important. It was still the best sex of your life, and they had cheap vending machine snacks.

The bed creaked and choked out a cloud of dust when Wonwoo pushed you onto it, but you just laughed and pulled at the waistband of his jeans for him to join you.

He smiled into a kiss that turned desperate. His hands were on your zipper, your bra clasp, your panties, anything to get you undressed faster. You held in a whimper when he sat up to undo his belt, something about the way he did that always drove you crazy. He smirked knowingly as he did and took his time.

You whined impatiently and nudged at him with a knee to hurry up. Thankfully, Wonwoo wasn’t one to leave you hanging and was back on you instantly. He pressed a thigh in between your legs and licked a stripe up the valley of your breasts, choosing the left, his favorite, to nip at.

“Fuck, Wonwoo,” you groaned, grinding up against him.

He paused and lifted himself so that he was hovering above you. “How was your day?”

You rolled your eyes and threw your head back in frustration. “Can we not?”

“I can’t ask you how your day was?”

“That’s not what I’m here for, and you know it.”

“Then what are you here for?” he asked, wanting you to say it out loud. You kissed him instead and took the distraction as an opportunity to pull him by the collar and flip him so that you were on his lap.

You tugged at his jeans and boxers playfully. “This.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “Good one.”

“I know.”

He lifted his head to kiss you and you gave in with a quick peck on the lips. As often as you were with Wonwoo, you never took the time to notice how pretty he was. You knew he was hot. You could write an entire dissertation on how fucking fit he was, but as you gazed down at him underneath you you realized just how lovely this boy really was, especially like this. His dark hair was soft and wavy without all the product in it, and god his lips were so pink, and the way he looked at you…

You kissed him again, fiercely this time, and slid a hand down his pants just to feel him. He groaned, already needy.

“Wait-” he pulled back and sat up on his elbows.

“What?” You were worried you’d done something wrong, stared at him like you were in love with him for a second too long and he’d caught on.

“Do you want me to go down on you?”

You sighed in relief and laughed. “No need, I’m already soaked.”

“I can tell,” he quipped back and quirked an eyebrow.

You were a little embarrassed he could feel your arousal through his jeans and cursed. “Fuck you!”

“I believe you were just about to.”

“You’re lucky I’m horny, Wonwoo,” you growled.

“Tell me about it.” He smirked and laid back with an arm over his head.

Sometimes you wondered if the sex was really worth it, even if he was the best you’d ever had…

Of all the ways Wonwoo could fuck you, this had to be one of his favorites. There was just something about you on top of him that he couldn’t handle. The way your delicate gold necklace dangled in his face as you rode him, the way his hands fit so perfectly on your ass, the way your hair hung around your shoulders. He never lasted long.

To be fair, neither did you. And the way Wonwoo was saying your name wasn’t helping. Every time you lowered yourself back on him and his cock hit that spot inside you that burning intensity in your stomach grew a little stronger.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t out of breath and your thighs weren’t starting to get sore, but Wonwoo was begging you not to stop and you’d be damned if you let him down.

“Y/n, I’m close,” he warned and brought his fingers to your clit to make sure you were right there with him.

You just nodded, too far gone to say much else as you chased the high that was just out of reach. Wonwoo thrust up into you a final time and finished with a moan of your name tumbling from his lips.

Even as he was coming down he continued to massage your clit.

“Cum for me, love.” His voice was spent and gravelly and his eyes were pleading and fuck, who were you to deny him? You gripped his shoulders hard as your whole body tensed and you tipped over the edge.

And for a moment the world stopped spinning and time stopped moving as electricity surged through your body and you forgot your own name.

Wonwoo was still whispering words of quiet praise when you collapsed on his chest seconds later, trembling.

“That’s it, darling. That’s good.”

You let him rub your back like that until you caught your breath enough to sit up and roll off of him. You immediately started collecting your clothes from around the room and putting them back on as Wonwoo did the same.

“Two cherry cokes?” he asked and you nodded.

“And powdered donuts?”

“Give me some credit, how could I forget?”

It was something of a tradition to share a snack and a soda after you hooked up. It had started on a night when both of you were too drunk to drive anywhere afterwards so you passed the time sitting in bed eating stale powdered donuts and drinking soda to sober up. Logically, you could have slept it off and went home the next morning, but it was a rule you had to never sleep over at a one-night-stand’s place. Even neutral territory like this was off limits.

Wonwoo could’ve gone to bed without you and left you to fend for yourself but instead he made the trek out to the vending machines in his boxers to get you both some food. Turns out cherry coke was the only soda they had, and there was no telling how old it was, but it was better than nothing.

That night was so long ago, but you still remembered how he stayed up with you until four in the morning watching shitty reality shows on the fuzzy tv, talking about exes and weird dreams and hobbies you both wanted to learn. You wondered if he ever ended up teaching himself pottery.

Wonwoo was back with the goods before you could blink and handed you your respective share of the stash. You held your can up and clinked it against his before taking a sip. You’d grown to like the syrupy sweet taste of it by now, and even found yourself craving it when you weren’t with Wonwoo.

“Same time tomorrow?” Wonwoo asked as you buttoned your pants.

“You’ll still be in town?”

Usually he didn’t stay for long unless he was working on his music so you didn’t let yourself get hopeful just in case he was kidding.

“And the next day,” he confirmed. It was an invitation.

“You’re not one for planning ahead,” you pointed out, gathering the rest of your belongings in your arms.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

Wonwoo didn’t sleep well that night. He never did when he wasn’t in his own bed, but this was different. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened just hours ago in that run-down motel by the highway and what might happen tomorrow.

His members had been confused when he moved his flight back home two days and he hadn’t given them any other explanation than ‘catching up with friends’ for them to go off of. He had those days off anyway. Seoul would be fine without him until then.

But uncertainty lingered in his mind. What if you didn’t call? What if you were busy? He knew your world didn’t revolve around him, but he was starting to wish it did. It was stupid, and there were dozens of other people he could call for a quick fuck in this town if you stood him up, but suddenly none of them sounded interesting.

He circled back to that picture you’d sent him earlier and found himself wishing he could see your face.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” he muttered out loud to no one in particular and forced himself to turn his phone off to try and sleep again.

The second night was much like the first. Quick sex, donuts, cherry coke. You didn’t even finish your half of the donuts before you were out the door. You expected the third night to be the same, along with that awkward ‘we might never see each other again’ interaction that happens at the end of every fling, but what you got was far from it.

“You should stay.”

You already had one shoe on when he dropped that out of nowhere and-

“What?” was all you could say.

“It’s late, you should stay over. We could get breakfast in the morning or something.”

“Wonwoo, I-”

“You don’t sleep over after one-night-stands, I know.”

“Then why are you asking me?”

“Well, it’s been three nights…” he trailed off.

“But it’s the same arrangement,” you argued.

“What if it wasn’t?”

You put down your other shoe and stood up. “What are you saying?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted.

“I have those rules for a reason. I didn’t just make them up for fun. Without them… feelings get hurt. Hearts get broken. Things get complicated.”

“I know.” Wonwoo sighed softly and took a tentative step towards you. “But-”

“But what?”

“But it doesn’t have to be like that,” he finished. “It won’t be like that.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t,” he said honestly. “But there’s a first time for everything.”

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spotofimagines · 3 years

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Car Sick P1 ~ Dominic Calvert-Lewin

A/N: This is sort of carried on from this blurb I wrote a while ago, bc I loved the idea and wanted to write more for it, you should probs read that first to catch the vibes. This is for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge based on tv and film. I used this storyline from Modern Family with Gloria and Jay. Once again, no real timeline with this, just made up scenarios. I struggled with the next bit of this so I asked you how you wanted it and you chose 2 parts, here's the 1st. Enjoy :)

Warnings: pregnancy, kids, step parents, injury mention - reader is female

Summary: You thought you were just feeling car sick, turns out it's something else...

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You were dropping your daughter off at Dele's for a long weekend since he didn't have a match or training to attend. After she had squeezed the biggest hug out of her dad and trudged dirt in his hallway, she perched on the sofa with her ipad and juicebox, leaving you and Dele to catch up.

Dele had been showing you how he redecorated his kitchen so you accepted a drink and decided to stay a little while. Plus you figured the news you had for him should rather be said in person than over the phone.

"Hey, Del, I have something to tell you." You said nervously, leaning your hands on the kitchen island. He turned around and took a sip of the drink he just poured as he walked closer to the other side of the island opposite you. "Go ahead." He replied, his eyebrows knitted in concern at your worried tone.

"Well, remember when we stopped by last Friday since you were playing on her birthday?" you recollected and he nodded along. "And I had one of those herbal teas and a tablet because I was feeling car sick?" "Yeah..." he trailed off quietly, putting his drink on the counter between you. "Turns out I wasn't car sick," he frowned in confusion and looked even more lost than he did a moment ago.

You fiddled your fingers together and took a deep breath, steadying yourself. You knew you could trust Dele with absolutely anything. You'd been close since you were teenagers, grew closer when you started dating and left nothing in the way when you had a baby. Being so young when it happened meant a lot of things turned against you, a lot of people with a lot of opinions trying to dictate your lives and yet you stuck it through. You haven't been together romantically for a while, however your relationship with him never faultered, your connection of trust staying strong.

But it didn't make this any easier to say. It wasn't hard to see when Dele got hit by moments of gloom at the sight of the mini family you were creating with Dominic. While your split years ago was amicable, and neither of you would rekindle that flame again, more than happy with your close friendship, Dele couldn't stop that jealous bubble rising in him when he saw your daughter enjoy spending time with Dom as much as she does with him. Blame his stubbornness but facing change wasn't his strongest suit. This news was going to be a big step away from that picturesque life you both once envisioned together and you desperately didn't want it to drive a wedge between you nor push Dele away. You had settled into a good rhythmic system with him that suited your daughter and your schedules, you'd hate to tarnish that in any way.

So, yes, you hesitated to tell him.

You sighed and picked at your nails, needing to just get it out before it drove you crazy.

"I'm pregnant."

Dele's eyes went wide and his mouth opened a little from shock, the frown lines that creased his forehead disappearing. His breath was taken away. Nothing prepared him to hear those words come from your mouth and know that he wasn't involved. It was bound to happen but it still took him by surprise.

He tilted his head as he looked at you, nervously twiddling your thumbs like you always did, and it only took a few seconds for a smile to slowly grow on his face. "That," he cleared his throat and met your eyes with sincerity, "that's great. Congratulations."

He scuffed his socked feet along the floor as he walked round the counter to wrap you in a warm hug. He squeezed your shoulder and gave your cheek a quick kiss when he pulled away, a genuine smile on his face. No, he wasn't involved this time, but he knew how amazing it was to experience pregnancy and he was certain Dominic would take to it greatly.

"What did Dom say?" He asked, leaning over to grab his glass and take another drink. Your breath caught in your throat and that made Dele side-eye you mid sip. "You haven't told him, have you?" He questioned gently, and you shook your head.

Now it was his turn to sigh.

The glass clinked loudly in the quiet room when he put it back down, and he had a ton of questions he could have asked you and a ton of things he could have told you to do that he thought was right, but it wasn't his place. Not anymore. So he took a moment to think whilst you rubbed your hands down your front to straighten out your t-shirt again.

"Are you going to?" You tutted and looked back up at him incredulously. "Of course I am Del, think it'll be pretty hard to miss when I'll be bursting through my clothes!" You joked and he held his hands up in defence as he chuckled, realising it was a stupid question.

"Are you nervous, then?" He tried again, this time opting for something more reasonable. "More nervous than when I told you for the first time." You admitted. Dele whistled lowly and shook his head with a laugh.

The state you were in a bit under 7 years ago now when you told him you were going to have his child, it was something else. He still insists he hasn't seen someone so frantic, before or since. He could only imagine what was coming Dominic's way.

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There were plenty of reasons for you to believe Dom would be happy to be a dad. He adored his young brother and truly enjoyed spending time with him when he was back home. He was thoughtful and attentive with all the people he knew so you know he'd be the same, multiplied by a million, when it came to a child that depended on him.

But the way he cared for your daughter above anyone else proved to you, without a doubt, how good he would be. Dom wasn't her biological father, but that never once stopped him loving her the way she deserved. Dom made sacrifices when he needed to and even when he didn't. He'd stay awake if she couldn't sleep, he'd ask to see her on facetime when he was travelling and he always asked her about school, he even did the afternoon pick up with you when he got the chance. If Dom would be such an amazing figure in the life of a little girl he had no obligation to be a part of, just imagine what he'd be like with his own child.

You wouldn't question his want or excitement to have kids with you at any time, having spoken about it before.

Any time except now.

Dom hadn't been himself the last week, and justifiably so. He picked up a knee injury in the Merseyside derby last Saturday that resulted in him hopelessly limping off the pitch with the physio under his arm to hold him up. A torn ACL was the conclusion after a couple hours in the hospital. While an injury was never welcome, a minimum six months out was tough to take. But with the upcoming England tournament he'd been called up for that he will now have to miss, alongside the rest of the Premier League season, it shattered him. His club and his country had important matches this year and it killed him to not be able to help secure some much needed wins for them.

Most of Sunday was spent doting on him, helping him relax and alleviating both his physical and mental pain, offering comfort through his favourite meals and hours of cuddles, something your daughter happily assisted with.

However, by the time Monday rolled around, his rest was stifled by your daughter's birthday party.

Despite how often you'd sat him back down, Dom wasn't used to sitting all day and had helped you decorate the house whilst your girl was at school. The balloons were littered in the front room, the buffet snacks laid out on the dining table, and the banners Dom had pinned on the ceiling blew from the gentle breeze coming in through the back door.

So by the time you pulled into the drive with a car full of young girls eager for sugar, Dom was working on half a bar of energy already. Yet he played along with the party activities and managed to dance, or more shuffle, to some Disney songs on his crutches inbetween sneaking mini sausage rolls and chocolate biscuits.

You could see him getting more tired as each kid left, but "she only turns 6 once, right?", so he persisted on keeping the party lively until your daughter was knocked out in bed, out of her party dress but still wearing the new bracelet she got from Grandma.

You trailed behind Dom with two cups of tea as he hobbled toward the sofa, barely managing to keep himself up despite it only being 9pm. He dropped heavily on the cushions in the corner and let his crutches fall on the carpet, not caring where they landed as long as they stayed within reach. The sigh that left him could have knocked down a tree.

Before you got comfortable, you put his mug on the table and put a random sitcom on the TV. Dom's eyes were closed and his legs were stretched out as best as they could be, his injured knee up on the couch in front of him with a cushion underneath and an ice pack held on top.

"I'm telling you, I feel way too old for this." He muttered just loud enough to hear. "You're only 24." You chuckled a little into your tea at his complaint.

"Yeah," he rolled his head your way, hair falling on his face, "but running after her makes me feel 70, she knocks me out," he spoke quietly but with the last tints of energy in his tone, "and with this peg leg too you gotta change that to 80."

You smiled at him sympathetically and loosely linked your fingers with his, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand as let his eyes close again.

He was joking, it was obvious. But a niggling part of your brain told you that he wasn't just being dramatic.

Admittedly it was a tiring evening with your daughter's friends running around, but with the lack of energy left in Dom, how could a baby be added to that scenario and it not be an issue? Maybe it was the wrong time. Maybe, no definitely, getting pregnant when Dom wasn't shrouded by an injury, when he didn't have frustration on top of frustration on his shoulders, when there wasn't a hyperactive 6 year old that needed attention too - that would definitely be a better time to have a baby. But that wasn't what life had handed you. Life was a little more complicated in its ways than to give you an easy run, you knew that well enough by now.

What concerned you most was how Dom would handle it. Whilst he had picked up parenting duties well over the past couple years, he hadn't been there when your daughter was a baby, nor had he seen how tough it was on you at the time. The thought of raising another was scaring you, so it would surely terrify Dom, doing it for the first time.

Even before the time came to hold them in your arms, being pregnant was no easy deal. So how could he possibly handle the stress of an upcoming baby, the stress of having to look after 2 kids in the future, the stress of a cranky pregnant girlfriend, the stress of prepping the house and himself, all whilst he's hobbling on crutches and having to watch his teammates from the sidelines too?

You sipped your tea and let the TV fill the room as your brain ran overdrive with questioning thoughts, sitting silent next to your boyfriend who's head seemed full of only the sleep he was dreaming of, oblivious to the changes that were coming his way.

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peachiimilquetea · 3 years

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𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 boyfriend has never been too sexual of a guy... or so he thought

this authors note is gonna be a bit longer so bare with me pls. so this is the very first request im doing! woo! tysm to @m0chilattae for this request it was so good and i had a lot fun fleshing it out! this is also my first scenario so its not gonna be in my usually bulleted format. I hope you guys like it and please let me know if you have any preferences for legibility or anything like that!

length: 2.6k

contains: sub!bf x dom!reader, afab/fem!reader, light b0ndage, edging, teasing, use of baby boy, use of miss/mistress, light degradation (m!receiving), face sitting/ oral (mostly r! receiving), light overstimulation (m! receiving), 69 technically?, vibe play

“wow you didn’t even flinch,” you murmured

you and your boyfriend sat on the couch cuddled up together, the dim light from the tv softly reflected on your faces. this movie almost was unbearably long, but he had insisted you had to see it and so here you were almost an hour later.

“what?”

you pulled your eyes away from the screen to look at your boyfriend.

“this woman is getting some of the best dick of her life on screen and you didn’t even miss a beat,” you giggled.

you weren’t even trying to be funny. the actress on screen let out an exaggerated moan as the man in front of her practically plowed into her, almost to prove your point. the scene wasn’t really your cup of tea but even you were a bit affected, feeling heat prick your skin as you watched the sex scene unfold.

your boyfriend, however, seemed extremely disinterested.

“hey can we skip this scene?” he asked and you grabbed the remote to fast forward.

the rest of the movie went pretty well. your boyfriend made a pretty good choice for this week’s movie night, but you were more focused on what he said earlier.

“babe?”

“hm?”

“so that scene really didn’t make you feel anything? not even a little stomach flutter?”

“nope,” he said popping the p for emphasis, “its just not my thing i guess.”

it wasn’t a secret in your relationship that your boyfriend had a significantly lower sex drive than you did. it was a running joke among his friends and he was almost notorious for not really being too interested in the cultural narrative of traditional sex.

you didn’t hold it against him of course, you loved him all the same and he even got you some toys for the times that he just wasn’t feeling it, but something was always off about his apathy towards getting down and dirty with you. there was, however, one thing you had not tried yet.

you were a switch, but you had never tried to turn the tables on your boyfriend. it could be the missing piece you thought, as you cleaned up the living room. as he took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them you made the executive decision to test your running theory

“you know, i think we should try something later this week,” you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

“yeah? something like what?” he turned off the water and sighed, leaning into your touch.

“hmmm its a surprise. but you do have to come up with a safeword for me.”

“ill think about it”

and thus your plan was set into motion.

on the days leading up to the finale of your master plan, you decided to start small with the teasing. you had never attempted to turn the tables on your boyfriend and you were extremely curious as to how things would go.

you had asked him to go out and pick up some things for dinner.

“im home!” he called and you directed him to the kitchen with his bags.

“i was just about to start cutting up veggies, so perfect timing babe. did you get the salmon i asked for?”

“yup! i got the last fillet.”

“good boy! you’re so helpful baby i was afraid there wouldn’t be any left”

your boyfriend paused mid-action as he processed what you had just said to him. he didn’t notice the way you were subtly taking note of how his face heated up slightly and how he began to fumble over his words just a little.

the pet name made his stomach do flips, but why was that? did he like that? he didn’t even know himself, but he pushed it down and continued to help you unpack the groceries and set up for your meal.

the second time you teased him was when he was doing some work for school. he had managed to give himself a huge papercut and came out of his room to find you for help.

“what the hell happened?” you gasped as you saw the state of his finger. he would live but you had no idea how he managed to do this with one sheet of paper.

“s’just a papercut but it stings like crazy. do you have a bandaid?”

you hurried to get him fixed up so he could get right back to work,

“you have to be more careful, baby boy, you only get 10 fingers,” you smiled at him, knowing your words would have an effect on him again.

he sputtered, whatever he was going to say becoming a jumbled mess in his mouth at the casual way you called him baby boy. it was so natural for you, and it sounded so so good to his ears.

“what?” he croaked out, desperately hoping you would repeat yourself.

“are you feeling ok? you’re looking a bit flushed, babe. i just said you need to be more careful, how much blood did you lose?”

“n-not too much,” he ran a hand through his hair to subtly calm himself down, “it was just a paper cut.”

“well ok, if you need anything else you know where to find me.”

the smile in your voice was a new kind of torture to him. he didn’t even know he could feel so hot all the time, let alone from words alone.

you, on the other hand, were growing more and more excited as the days passed. the build-up would make the end of the week that much sweeter and you were determined to make it good for him.

the end of the week couldn’t come fast enough for the two of you. your boyfriend had never been this horny in your life and you had never been so ready to help him out.

as you gently adjusted the restraints around his wrists he felt all sorts of anticipation bubbling in his stomach. he didn’t know what you had planned but he was almost itching to find out. so much for not being too interested.

“do you remember the safe word?” you asked, tugging the chain to check its security to the bed.

“yes,” he breathed.

“good.”

you left the room to collect yourself and to give yourself the element of surprise. you had to make this a performance, and a damn good one at that.

giving yourself one last look over in the mirror, you stepped back into the room and put on your dominant demeanor. it felt good to be back after such a long time.

“you know,” you started, circling your boyfriend on the bed, “i almost feel silly for not picking up on this sooner.”

your boyfriend said nothing verbally, but his eyes followed you like a starved animal, mind holding onto every word you said for dear life. his mouth was so dry and he was so turned on.

“its funny really, i never did anything because i didn’t want to scare you. isn’t that ironic, baby?” you mused out loud, “the one thing you wanted all along has been here the whole time.”

he finally found his voice, asking, “and what’s that?”

you came closer to him, hooking your leg around his other side and sitting on top of him. you teasingly rubbed your hands all over his chest and stomach, reveling in how he squirmed for you made such small and cute sounds.

“you wanted someone to take control.”

he screwed his eyes shut and let out a low “fuck” at your words as you rubbed over his nipples lightly. he stared at your tits, desperately wanting to grope you back but being stopped by his restraints.

he bucked in surprise when you pinched them, letting out a loud gasp and throwing his head to the side.

“awww, my baby boy is so sensitive,” you crooned and you swore you watched him die and go to heaven when you called him that.

“you like it when i call you a good boy?”

he groaned, nodding his head feverishly. you caressed his face and kissed him on the forehead, getting off his lap and getting out your box of toys from underneath the bed. it was time to really make him see stars

“as glad as i am that we’ve gotten to the root of your issue, you still need to be punished for not being truthful with me.”

“but _____ i didnt-”

“who?” you asked, voice turning icy in a split second, “you call me miss or mistress. do you understand?”

“yes miss,” he shivered.

“now, are you going to behave?” you asked, vibrator in hand.

he eyed the toy down but still nodded. you motioned for him to lift his hips up and got his pants off, leaving him in just his underwear strapped to your shared bed.

it was a sight you never thought you were going to see, so you savored it, drinking in his naked and flushed form, and really enjoying how antsy he got under your gaze. it was truly intoxicating.

“you always told me your sex drive was low, and yet here you are, practically keening at the thought of me using you like the toy you are. do you want me to touch you?”

he began to nod but you grabbed his jaw, making him look you in the eye, “use your words like a good boy.”

“yes mistress, i want you to touch me so bad”

“where do you want me to touch you?”

“o-on my c-chest and stomach. a-and on my… you know,” he mumbled shyly towards the end.

“you have to say it, baby boy,” you grinned pinching and twisting his nipples again. he cried out in surprise and pleasure.

“my cock! i want you to touch my cock! please miss!”

you smiled as he started to crack and looked down at where his dick strained in his underwear. his cock head was practically dripping, leaving him with a dark patch right on the front of his underwear. you hadn’t even properly touched him yet and he was almost cumming in his pants.

you pulled his briefs down, enjoying the view of his cock bouncing back up and hitting his lower stomach. grabbing it with some force, you started to stroke him, thumbing his slit to spread his precum around and use it like lube.

“we’ll have you get you a cock ring soon because this won’t do,” you said, making a fist for him to buck up into.

he was moaning pretty loud now, the loudest you’d ever heard him outside of receiving head. there was a familiar but searing heat blooming in your stomach but you pushed it down. right now the focus was on him.

turning on the vibrator, you concentrated it to the underside of his head. he let out a yelp, then a hiss and a whine as he felt the waves of pleasure crash over him.

“t-this- its too much! s’too much!”

you let it continue for a few seconds before turning the vibrator off and moving away from him.

you watched as your boyfriend fought against his restraints, bucking into the empty air for even a semblance of friction.

“i was on the edge! w-why did you stop?”

“you thought mistress was going to let you cum that easily? you’re working for this baby,” you stepped back up to him and grabbed his cock again, turning the vibrator to a higher setting than before.

back and forth you went edging the boy on the bed. as you teased him more and more, he became more restless, thrashing around more and really letting himself feel every stroke, change of pace, and new vibration.

after a while, you couldn’t take the pangs of white-hot need shooting through your abdomen so you decided to put him to good use. you turned the vibe off, leaving the poor boy at the edge and climbed back on top of him, scooting yourself over to where his face was.

his eyes widened as he looked up at you, realizing what you had planned for him in real time.

“do you think you can handle me sitting on your face?”

he audibly groaned, “yes mistress. i would love- mmmph!”

you cut him off by lowering yourself down on him, relishing in the relief of his tongue on your cunt. he moved in long and languid strokes at first, almost teasing, but then began to really eat as if his life depended on it, sucking on your cl!t and fucking you with his tongue.

you could feel your legs shaking as he went to town. you grabbed the headboard and unconsciously began to grind against his face, giving him little pockets of air now and then. you then got an amazing idea.

you completely dismounted off his face and turned around so you were facing his cock. he was still tied up very well, and he bucked his hips up at the view of your ass right in his face.

he lifted his head to take a bite out of it and you slapped his thigh, chuckling at how eager he was. he had earned the right to be a little bit playful at least.

“do you want me to make you cum? you’ve been a good boy so i think you’ve earned it.”

“yes yes! i wan- i want it more than anything- i-”

“but,” you grabbed his cock, “ you have to make me cum first.”

“i-i can do that,” he moaned and you lowered yourself onto him and let him take over. it felt so good you almost forgot that his cock was right there.

you pressed a few light kisses to the head and almost immediately came his muffled moans from being deep in your pussy. you were so close you just needed a little but more.

he sucked on you with vigor, finally tipping you over the edge with a harsh suck to your clit. you cried out and braced yourself on his thighs, riding out your orgasm all over his face. he groaned as he tried to keep up with you, licking up everything that gushed out with vigor and you spasmed in slight overstimulation as he cleaned you up.

“you’re such a good boy,” you sighed.

you flipped around once again, catching him in a searing kiss before sinking down on his cock without warning. you swallowed a garbled moan of his as you continued to kiss him and leave marks on his neck and chest, riding him slowly.

“miss, im not gonna last long at all,” he whimpered and you ran a hand through his hair to push it out of his face as you looked at him.

“that’s ok, baby boy. just let go”

two more strokes and he was cumming in you with a loud groan. his heavy breathing fanned your face as you continued past the threshold of pleasure he was prepared for.

“m-miss- i-ah! i finished- finished!” he babbled as you rode him into an overstimulated frenzy

“hurts-it hurts! please mistress no more!”

you finally slowed to a stop and let him just calm down inside you. after unsheathing him and taking off his restraints, you laid in your bed together in comfortable silence.

“what was that?” he asked and the both of you dissolved into post-coitus giggling.

“well i’ve always been a domme, but i never thought you would be into that kinda thing. you never seemed like you were into any kind of thing.”

“that is true. i just didn’t know i was into… that”

he sighed as you played with his hair, “well now that we know, we can do more. a lot more.”

he looked up at you with a lazy smile, “most definitely”

𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @kixa

#[🍑]peachiiwrites #[🍦]#[🍑]peachiimilquetea #peachiileafrequests #dom!reader #sub!bf #scenario #oneshot #request #overstimulation

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katsukisbayy · 3 years

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I Miss the Misery (Shoto Todoroki x Female Reader Band AU)

Warnings: sex, oral (f receiving), cussing

S/O to @unbreakablekiribaku for thirsting over this with me and @thewheezingwyvern and @nocturnalazura for betaing!

Also this is over 3000 words and I don’t know how that happened.

“When we get out there, I wanna do the set like normal and then end with the new song.” You told your band mates. Your bassist Eijirou Kirishima, guitarist Shouto Todoroki, and drummer Denki Kaminari all snapped their heads in your direction, wondering if you’d lost your mind. Shoto was the first to speak.

“You mean the song that I’ve practiced with Kirishima and Kaminari and Kaminari and Kirishima have practiced with you, but we have yet to all run through together? Are you dense?” His smooth voice stated. That voice used to be the last thing you listened to at night and the first thing you heard in the morning, it gave you the idea to start your band after he had heard you sing God knows how many times, and it was the voice that broke your heart when the two of you broke up less than six months ago. The two of you had been together for years, starting your band with your friends before you started dating and being together throughout the rough stages of becoming one of the most loved alternative bands in the world.

Now you hardly spoke to each other on bad days, and joked around like best friends on others.

“Yeah. That song. I think it’ll be fine, you know the tempo even without hearing me sing the lyrics. We’re doing it.” You told him flatly, side eyeing him to see his muscles tense.

“I haven’t even seen the lyrics, how am I supposed to know what the song is about? Or play it without fucking you or Kaminari or Kirishima up? It’s not a good idea and you know it.” He glared at you.

“I think you forget who runs the show, Shoto. If I say we’re doing a song in the set, we’re doing it. Besides, Denki and Ei have heard me sing it and they think it sounds good. Just go with me on this, please?” You finally asked him.

“If we fuck up, this is on you.” Came his reply through clenched teeth. Hearing the signal that you four were to be on stage in five minutes, he grabbed his guitar and left the dressing room. Kirishima and Kaminari both turned to you.

“He’s going to hate you when he hears the lyrics since they’re about him Y/N.” Kirishima told you.

“Yeah, he’s gonna be pissed. I can’t wait to see what the tabloids and Twitter have to say about the end of the show!” Kaminari laughed.

“There’s a reason he hasn’t seen or heard the lyrics. I can’t wait to see his face.” You stated before grabbing your mic and following the two boys out the door. Oh yeah, this show was going to be one you never forgot.

The show so far had been uneventful, but you could tell the closer it got to the last song of the set how agitated Shoto was getting. As the final notes from your penultimate song echoed through the stadium, you knew it was time to announce a slight change of plans.

“You guys have been a fantastic audience tonight, but unfortunately we’re at our last song of the show. I know the set list had been given out and Playing God was supposed to end the night, but I think it’s time a new song we’ve been working on is played. Would you guys like that?” You asked through the microphone. As soon as the words left your mouth, the audience went crazy at the thought of getting to hear a new song before it was released.

“That’s what I thought! This is something I’ve been working on for a few months, so here’s I Miss the Misery!”

You paused for a second, letting the guys get ready and the crowd to calm down. When you’d decided it was time, you signaled Shoto and Denki and the music began.

“Oh, I miss the misery!” You began. Hearing the boys come in with the music, you walked around the stage letting yourself get into it.

“I’ve been a mess since you stayed, I’ve been a wreck since you changed. Don’t let me get in your way, I miss the lies and the pain, the fights that keep us awake. Oh I’m tellin you! I miss the bad things, the way you hate me, I miss the screaming and the way that you blamed me. I miss the phone calls, when it’s your fault. I miss the late nights, I don’t miss you at all. I like the kick in the face and the things you do to me. I love the way that it hurts. I don’t miss you, I miss the misery.” You continued the song, glancing at Shoto every once in a while to see if he had figured out that it was about him. He stood calm, cool, and collected while watching his fingers pluck the guitar strings. One of the best and worst things about him was that he knew how to keep his emotions under control when needed. That was always one of the things you’d hated when you got into arguments, he could turn his emotions off at the snap of his fingers. You shook your head and continued to focus on the music.

“I’ve tried but I just can’t take it. I’d rather fight than just fake it. You know that I’ve had enough, I dare you to call my bluff. Can’t take too much of a good thing. And I’m telling you. I miss the bad things, the way you hate me. I miss the screaming, the way that you blame me. Miss the phone calls, when it’s your fault. I miss the late nights, I don’t miss you at all. I like the kick in the face, and the things you do to me. I love the way that it hurts. I don’t miss you, I miss the misery.”

Walking closer to the boys, you took a spot close to Shoto. You glanced over at Kirishima and nodded, signalling him to sing his part of the song while you did yours. (Bold is Kirishima singing).

“Just know that I’ll make you hurt.”

“I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me.”

“When you tell me you’ll make it worse.”

“I’d rather fight all night than watch the tv.”

“I hate this feeling inside, you tell me how hard you’ll try. But when we’re at our worst, I miss the misery.”

You turned to face Shoto head on and placed a hand at the nape of his neck, pulling his forehead to yours as you sang the next part.

“I miss the bad things, the way you hate me. I miss the screaming, the way that you blame me.” You trailed off, turning away from Shoto after seeing the rage in his eyes.

“I miss the rough sex, leaves me a mess. I miss the feeling of pains in my chest. Miss the phone calls, when it’s your fault. I miss the late nights. I don’t miss you at all. I like the kick in the face and the things you do to me. I love the way that it hurts! I dont miss you, I miss the misery. I don’t miss you, I miss the misery! I don’t miss you, I miss the misery.” You were panting as the song ended, the adrenaline of being in front of a crowd this large seeping out of you as you tried to catch your breath.

“Thanks you guys! Stay safe and we’ll see you again soon!” You called out as you began to walk off the stage. Heading back to your dressing room to grab your things, you grabbed your manager and whispered in his ear “I’m not waiting for the boys, I’ll be at the hotel.”

He nodded as you passed. You hurried to the room, grabbing the few things in there and then heading to the car that was awaiting you outside the venue. You laid your head on the window after climbing in, wondering if debuting the new song without Shoto having heard it first was a mistake.

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After arriving in your hotel room, you stripped and took a shower. You stayed in the shower for a while, letting the warm water soothe the tense muscles from the nerves of the show. Ten minutes after you’d gotten out of the shower and gotten dressed you heard a knock at the door. Shoto stood before you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Did you think that that was a good idea? You could have ruined the show.” He seethed, stepping into your room and shutting the door behind you. You took a step back.

“I knew that we could handle it, and I wanted to do that song at the end. I knew it would be good publicity too. Who else would debut a song at a concert instead of releasing it on music apps?” You asked, still stepping back as he prowled towards you.

“You make me so goddamn angry sometimes. Don’t think I don’t know who that song was about. And that little stunt that you pulled? Pulling my face towards yours? I wanted to punch you and kiss you at the same time.”

You stilled at that. He wanted to what?! You felt the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and knew you had been caught. Sitting on the bed slowly, you looked up at him as he towered over you. He knelt down so you were at the same eye level and placed a hand on your cheek.

“You drive me absolutely crazy. Sometimes I feel like we can get along and maybe go back to being friends and others I feel like the only reason we still talk is because of the band. We need to figure out what’s going on because I feel like I’m going to explode otherwise.” He stated softly.

You placed a hand over his and sighed softly. Feeling bold, you moved your hands to cup his cheeks. He leaned his forehead to yours and exhaled slowly.

“I want to kiss you. Honestly, I want to fuck you. You need to stop me if you don’t want this, okay?” He asked.

His confession shocked you, and you gave your answer when you pressed your lips to his softly. The first kiss was short and soft, only lasting for a few seconds until he pulled back. He searched your eyes for any hesitation and when he didn’t find any, he smashed his lips to yours. It was a flurry of lips, teeth, and tongue as you fought for dominance over the kiss. Shoto won, as he normally did, and as his tongue swept through your mouth you felt his hands slip down your arms and grip the bottom of your shirt. He quickly pulled it over your head, leaving your chest bare to him.

He pulled back slightly, smirking as he took in your chest. “You know, not much has changed. You’re still beautiful.”

Lowering himself, he took one of your breasts into his mouth and grasped the other with his hand. You moaned lightly, feeling his tongue slip over your perked nipple with ease.

“Sho-Shoto.” You gasped. He pulled back once more, only to slip his hands into your bottoms and slide them down your legs. You lifted your ass up to help him pull them off your hips and then pulled his face back to yours. This time you led the kiss as you traced the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth. He let you familiarize yourself with his mouth once more before breaking the kiss and pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck and down your chest to your cunt.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this. Seeing you writhe in pleasure underneath me, seeing the face you make when you cum. I’ll make you do it over and over until you can’t anymore.” He accented the statement with a graze of his teeth over your right thigh, causing you to jerk in response.

Chuckling, he moved so his face was in front of your core. Shoto slowly ran his fingers up your leg until he slowly pushed one into you and groaned at the way you clenched around it.

“How long has it been since you’ve been fucked, love?” He asks, slowly pushing his finger in and out of your cunt. “It feels like it’s been a while.”

You groaned out “a while” in response, digging your heels into his shoulders and trying to lift your ass so he’d put his tongue to use doing something other than talking. He pulled his finger out and smacked your clit lightly.

“Ah, ah. Remember I’m in charge baby. Be a good slut and stay still.” Shoto smirked at you before plunging two fingers back into your core. You moaned at the sensation as he began to increase the speed of his fingers before finally bringing his tongue to flick at your clit. He flicked it twice before flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down your slit slowly, allowing your juices to coat his tongue and the bottom half of his face. Slowly sliding his fingers out of your cunt, he brought them up to his eye level while pulling back slightly.

“Suck.” Was all that was uttered out before he shoved his fingers into your mouth, letting you clean them off for him. When his fingers were clean he grabbed your thighs in both hands and spread your legs as wide as they could go. Once you were maneuvered to his liking, he plunged his tongue inside of you, using the tip of it to play with your walls. You could feel your impending orgasm, and apparently so could Shoto because right as you were about to cum he pulled back.

“You don’t get to cum yet sweetheart. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

He quickly undressed himself before leaning over you and kissing you once more. You felt him grab his cock and rub it against your folds for a few seconds before pulling back to gauge your reaction.

“Are you okay with this? I can stop if you don’t want to.” He murmured. In response you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him forward.

“I promise if I didn’t want this I would tell you. Now please Sho, fuck me.” You whined out.

He didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing your hips and sheathing himself inside of you with one thrust. A dull ache began within your walls and you winced slightly at the sensation. Shoto noticed the slight hesitation and stilled.

“I’m okay Sho. It hurts a little because I haven’t done this in a while, but I’ll be okay.” You felt him relax and push slightly further inside your aching cunt.

“Fuck I missed this princess. I missed the way your pussy sucks me in every time I try to pull out, the faces you make as I hit your spot, and the sounds you make as you climax.” He accented every statement with a particularly deep thrust that had you writhing. You could feel your juices sliding down your ass and dripping onto the sheets below you and you made a mental note to leave some extra money for housekeeping.

“Sho-” You whimpered. His control seemed to snap at that as he grabbed your ass and lifted it off the bed, angling your body to only allow your shoulders and head to touch it. This angle had him going deeper than before, and you felt your climax rising once again.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna cum. Please can I cum?” You babbled. Shoto got harder at the pleas.

“Cum for me Y/N. Let me hear your pretty little noises.” He grunted out. The permission was all you needed as you felt it crash over you in one big wave, your back arching and lifting you further off the bed. Your cum gushed from your cunt, splashing against Shoto’s abdomen before dripping down his thighs.

“Fuck. I can’t hold back much longer.” He groaned, thrusting into you harder and harder as he chased his own release. He slammed into you four more times before he stilled, then thrusted three shallow thrusts to ride out his own orgasm.

Shoto slowly lowered your ass back onto the bed, trying and failing to not lay you in a wet spot left on the sheets. He laid a hand on either side of you and tried to catch his breath before trying to speak.

“That was probably the most intense fucking we’ve ever done.” He chuckled. You smacked his arm before covering your face.

“I can’t tell if that was a hate fucking or a makeup fucking.” You said.

“It can be whatever you want it to be.” He said softly. “I know we were bad for each other, and fought all the fucking time. But I miss this. I miss waking up next to you and falling asleep with you. I miss going out and doing things whenever we’re in a different city. Hell I even miss people following us and asking us to sign things together. I promise I’ll try harder to be worthy of you, and not fight as much. If we do fight, we’ll keep it out of public and listen to each other instead of being so stubborn and hard headed,” he flicked you lightly in the forehead to accentuate that he meant you, and you pulled your hands off your face to look at him. “and just try to understand the other person’s point of view. These past six months have been hell without you, and I want to try again. Please Y/N, can we try again?” He looked at you with pleading eyes as you processed everything he had laid out for you.

There were a few seconds of silence, and you saw the emotions in Shoto’s eyes. You could tell he was wondering if he should’ve kept his mouth shut when you pressed your lips to his lightly. He kissed you back hesitantly at first, then harder. You were the one to pull back from him and sigh.

“If we’re really going to make it different this time, I’m okay with trying again. I’ve missed you so badly these past months that I was hoping the song was going to grab your attention. I didn’t expect it to do this though.” You laughed and gestured to where he was still inside you. “We can try again. But only if we both promise that it will be different this time.”

“I promise it’ll be different.” Shoto said softly, moving one hand from the side of your head to cup your cheek. You lifted your hand to cover his, and turned your face to kiss the palm of his hand.

“I promise, too. Now get out of me before I want to go for round two.” You tried to push him off of you but he caught your hands.

“Wait, we can do round two?”

#todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto #this took so long #i was scared to write the smut

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aj-writes-here · 4 years

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Ok so this happened. I still don’t trust myself when it comes to writing nsfw things but, I think I didn’t do that bad on this one(?) Now if you excuse me, I’ll go and write a letter to hell so I can book my room because that’s where I’m going.

Heated [NSFW]

The heat was worse than any other day, and the air conditioning didn't seem to work eitherd. You were laying on the bed, switching through the channels hoping that something interesting would get you distracted from the weather.

''Are giants a myth, or did they exist at some point in time?'' The voice in the TV program spoke, you rolled your eyes.

''I'm definitely not watching that.'' You said changing the channel quickly, but a voice made you turned away from the TV.

''Were you watching porn or something?'' Levi asked with a bored glance, entering the room and walking towards the bed and laying by your side.

''How funny, did you eat a clown?'' Mocking him, you laughed at your own words.

''Tch'' He grabbed the book that was on the nightstand, and laid his back on the headboard to resume his reading.

Now the TV was just an ornament, because all you could focus on was on Levi next to you, and the damned black tank top he was wearing was not helping. The fabric was tight on his body, giving you the perfect shape of his well-worked chest, and not even speak about the way his biceps looked. His collarbone was more tempting than ever, but it was your end when he decided to set an arm behind his neck, maybe he was doing it on purpose.

By doing that, the edge of the tank top lifted a bit, and your eyes couldn't help but looking that that obvious V mark getting lost inside his pants. Damned this man, you thought to yourself, especially when you saw that.

As if the tank top was not enough, now your attention was on his gray sweatpants. It was hot as fuck, why is he wearing sweatpants? Even though you would've like to find the answer, the question disappeared from one second to another, because you could notice a different texture on his crotch, knowing immediately what it was. You took a deep breath and set your eyes back on the TV, but that lasted only a couple of seconds, because when he flexed one of his legs it became more obvious, was he doing it on purpose? With Levi, it was impossible to know.

Suddenly, the air in the room felt heavier.

''Like what you see?'' He asked switching the page, of course he knew you had your eyes on him.

''I have no idea what you're talking about.''

''Yeah, sure'' Levi kept his voice tone monotonous as his eyes were still reading the lines.

Trying not to fall to the temptation, you decided to stop switching channels on a starting movie, maybe it could be interesting and it would make you forget the heat. Not only the weather.

After ten minutes, your eyes went back to his body, noticing his crotch when he moved his leg once again. Wait a second, this bastard is not wearing underwear? Your voice echoed inside your head. Forgetting the TV again, you spoke.

''Stop teasing.'' You said, avoiding his gaze.

''I have no idea what you're talking about, brat'' He copied your words, and the commissure of his lips lifted just a bit in a triumphant expression.

''Agh, I hate you so much'' You slapped him playfully.

Was it a teasing war? There was no way to know. You tried to keep your composure, but Levi in a tank top and gray sweatpants were not being helpful, even now when you were thinking if he was wearing underwear or not. A funny scene in the movie made you huffed in amusement, but a thought amused you more, he was concentrated on his reading, and his good looking face and toned torso were just a huge distraction for you and you blamed him for that. Things should be even.

You trace your fingers slowly over his bicep, and Levi looked at you with the corner of his eye. Your hand moved from his arm to his chest, and then his stomach, sneaking under the fabric. And you could feel yourself setting on fire just by touching him.

''Oi, what are you doing?'' Levi asked when your fingers scratched his abs, his expression was serious and annoyed. But of course he was everything but annoyed.

''Distracting you just like you distract me'' You said, moving closer to him, hand on his chest while your lips were now kissing his neck.

''Tch, I'm not distracting you'' His eyes were stilled on the book, but at the moment your mouth touched his neck he knew he had lost.

''Yes you are'' Your kisses were slow, bitting him softly. Your hand traveled from his torso to his thigh, and you could feel him tensing under your touch.

''It's not my fault that you can't keep your hands to yourself''

''With you dressing like that, it's impossible'' You said without stop your ministration on his neck. ''Besides,'' Moving your hand from his thigh to his crotch, you confirmed your early suspicion by pressing his semi-hard cock over the sweatpants ''It seems you were waiting for me to fall, weren't you'' You smiled without stop touching him.

''Maybe I was'' He confessed.

Levi was a tease, and when he wanted something like that he was not going to ask for it, so he knew that it was going to happen if he teased you in that way. He placed the book back on the nightstand and his hand went back to the back of his neck, enjoying your actions.

Your lips met his, a slow but deep and needed kiss. Tongues tangling together with no shame, his free hand cupping your cheek and then moving to your neck. Your hand got inside his sweatpants so you could grab his cock in your hand and start moving it up and down around his length. Levi hummed with his throat at the feeling, tightening the grip of his hand on the side of your neck. You could feel him getting hard in your hand, smiling over his lips when you drifted apart to get some air so you could kiss him again. He wanted to touch you, all of you. To roam your hands over your body, to make you squirm under his touch, but for now, he was enjoying your ministrations. You slide a finger along one of his veins just to tease him a bit, since right after you kept stroking him.

Fastly you got rid of your shirt, exposing your bare breasts to Levi and you could hear him saying he wasn't the only one without underwear, but instead, he just used two of his fingers to pinch your nipple and play with it while your hand made it's way back inside of his pants. You wanted to moan, but Levi shut you by kissing you again, now using his palm to massage your breast, repeating the same actions with the other one. You gather his pre-cum with your thumb, and when you broke the kiss he looked at you with fire eyes at the moment you put the thumb in your mouth.

''Tch, fucking filthy'' He said moving so he could be at the top of your body, and it was his turn to kiss your neck.

He spread your legs with his own, and you could already feel the dampening in your panties, so you bucked your hips against his knee to get some friction, moaning when you feel his hard-on against your thigh.

Your hands traveled to the end of his tank top to get rid of it, loving the feeling of his skin against yours. Levi's mouth went to your right breast and he played whit his tongue over your hard nipple while a free hand unbuttoned your shorts. Thank God they were easy to take off.

He slid a finger along your wetness, smiling to himself. You were so wet and he had barely touched you, that's the effect of him over your body.

You looked at him when he kneeled on the bed in front of you, his erection still trapped in his sweatpants.

''Ass on the air.''

He demanded, looking at you with darker eyes as you did what he said. Levi pulled down his pants mid thigh and stroke himself a bit as he was watching all of your movements. He raised an eyebrow when he saw you, aligning himself n your entrance to gather the wetness on the tip of his dick, your moan being the most delightful sound to his ears. He did it again, just teasing you and enjoying the panting sounds coming out of your mouth.

Levi held you by your hips, making you kneeled on the bed, his torso pressed in your back and his cock over your asscheeks. He bit your shoulder when you moved your hips back wanting to feel more of him. One arm crossed around your chest, squeezing your breast with absolute freedom while moving his hips against you.

''Just fuck me already'' You whined, but you let out a moan when his other hand was now rubbing your clit.

''What was that, brat?'' Levi spoke in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

''Please, Levi.'' You were already a moaning mess when he started using his fingers on you. ''I want to feel you. I want you to fuck me'' Your voice was even weak, you needed him and he was taking his time. But you knew you also had power over him when you felt his cock twitching against your asscheeks.

''So damn needy, brat'' He answered simply, using the hand that was rubbing your clit to grab his length and aligned again with your entrance.

Your mouth opened at the sudden thrust, your walls clenching around him at the second he was inside you. Levi didn't let go his arm away from you, he wanted to keep you tight against his frame, to have everything from you. You could feel his thighs hitting your skin every time he moved in and out of you, and his erratic breath on your ear was driving you crazy. Another loud moan left your mouth when he started stimulating your clit with two of his fingers. You could hear him grunting as he laid his forehead on your sweat shoulder. The weather was terrible, so now both of your were sweating and none of you seemed to care about it.

You felt Levi's lips kissing your neck, sucking a spot on your skin to leave a mark, he loved doing that and you were aware of it. His thrust became faster, you moved your arm to rest your hand on his undercut and guide him to your mouth. It was a messy but heated kiss, there was no dominance war, both of you were just tasting as much possible from each other, driving each other crazy.

Shit, you heard Levi say. He broke the kiss and a panted sound left his mouth, he grabbed your hair in a fist, making you throw your head back as he kept fucking you relentlessly, his cock twitching inside you from time to time, making you know he was close. And so were you.

Now the hand that was caressing your breast was over your chest, fingers laying over your neck slightly chocking you and making you moan at the same time thanks to his rough nature.

Suddenly, he stopped. His breath was hitting on your back, and you find some seconds to get your breath back together as well, but not for long. You feel his hand between your omoplates, making you lay on the bed, your ass still lifted towards him.

His thrusts started again, this time they were not that fast but they were hard, intervals of three and four seconds between each thrust. Levi pressed his lips on your back, kissing you and bitting softly. The feeling of his locks touching your shiny skin made you feel in heaven, and he was feeling exactly the same. Again, the speed returned. You moaned loud, and you could even think that your neighbours listen to it, but you didn't care. He was so immerse in pleasure he didn’t even notice the moment when his sweatpants had fallen to the floor, and after a few seconds, he groaned and cursed under his breath, the muscles of his legs and butt clenching at the familiar feeling, and you could tell by the rough rhythm of his lasts thrusts. The pressure on your lower stomach grew bigger, and it was impossible to hold any longer. You reached your end moaning loudly with your head against a pillow, the clenching of your walls around Levi's dick made him come almost as the same time, finishing inside you with another panted sound coming from his throat.

He stood there, catching his breath as his forehead was against your back. Levi pressed a kiss, and then pulled out, being impossible not to see the mess the two of you had made over the sheets, and inside you when he came.

''Fucking disgusting.'' He said, and you rolled on your body so you could see him.

''It is, but you love doing that.'' You raised an eyebrow, your chest moving up and down.

''I do.'' Levi answered shortly and kissed your lips, biting the lower one and then moving to your neck, collarbone, and the valley of your breasts. Without dominating himself he licked, nibbled and sucked your right nipple, and then the left one, making you moan again.

''Is it us, or the temperature rose?'' You asked closing your eyes, feeling now his forehead against yours.

''Maybe both.'' He said and got down of your body, sitting on the bed. ''Come, let's take a shower before we fucking burn, brat''

''I wouldn't mind burning with you''

You said in a flirty way, giving him a back hug and kissing his broad shoulders.

Maybe the shower could wait, or maybe the shower could be the next place you were going to burn together. But a sure thing was, that you were not letting each other go anytime soon.

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imagineurfavs · 4 years

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Astro - Cha Eunwoo A-Z

Who deleted all their requests before pasting it into here...?? ...this bitch...

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A - Aftercare Aftercare usually just consists of taking a super quick shower and changing the sheets if necessary. It’s very much a joint thing; he does stuff for you, but he expects some care in return lmao

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner) On himself he likes his eyes, he’s a sucker for deep eye contact as he pushes himself into you. On his s/o he likes their thighs/butt, the softer the better lol.

C - Cum He can get a little messy when he cums, which he’s honestly not a fan of. So he prefers to finish inside you purely for ease of clean up. Doesn’t mind using a condom, to him its just the most convenient.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) He has quite a lot of more dominant tendencies that he tries not to show too much just bc it doesn’t fit too well with his “flower boy” image, but anyone that knows Dongmin knows that he can have quite a bit of a temper (he is an aries after all lol). So he sees sex as a perfect outlet for all that pent up stress that he can’t let out anywhere else, a place where he can finally be the one setting the rules, not following them.

E - Experience This is a tricky one...it’s no secret that he’s incredibly popular with the ladies; but he’s also a lot more shy than he usually appears, not to mention how busy he always is. He’s got a little experience, but he’s by no means an expert lol

F - Favourite Position Usually just ends up being missionary with your legs thrown over his shoulder. That way he can maintain eye contact and set the pace as much as he wants.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc) Really not that goofy in the moment, he really gets in the zone and is definitely on the more serious side. It’s afterwards, when y'all are finally cleaned up and settled that he lets his soft ass self come out

H - Hair (how well groomed are they) I don’t think it’s something he’d really pay too much attention to. He wont let it get too out of control, but it’s not a priority lmao

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect) Eeeeh...I don’t think he’d be all that intimate tbh. He thinks it’s a given how he feels, otherwise he wouldn’t be sleeping with you. So he doesn’t really see the need to outwardly show any emotions in the moment, when he’s busy focusing on the task at hand lol.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation) Boy does it alot lol, it’s his favourite way to de-stress. You can almost guarantee before any big event or TV appearance that he’ll take himself off to the bathroom and go at it lol

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks) A lil bit of pain; biting, spanking etc. Nothing that hurts a crazy amount but stuff that’ll for sure leave a mark. There’s nothing he finds sexier than watching a red hand print appear on your butt. He likes receiving this kinda stuff as well, aside from maybe the spanking, but he loves being bitten, scratched, etc...just keep it somewhere it wont be seen.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do) Literally just the bedroom. That’s it. He’ll try it out in as many different places in said room; in the bed, on the floor, against the wall, on the desk etc but it has to stay in the bedroom.

M - Motivation (What turns them on) Loves it when you touch his thighs, even if it’s just in passing or even accidental, it riles him up so much lol. He loves it when he catches you staring at him from across the room too, bonus points if there’s a lot of people around, you can bet that he’ll be eye fucking you right back lol

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs) Absolutely nothing that involves even anything slightly public. He doesn’t wanna risk any part of his private life getting out, largely for the sake of your privacy also. Everything saucy happens behind closed doors...alone...probably with the door locked also.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He’s so messy with it omfg. He loves to make soooo much noise when he goes down on you like it’s honestly enough to make you blush lord almighty, he really goes out of his way to make the most lewd noises. Highkey loves going down on you for that exact reason, he likes to make you all bashful and embarrassed lmao. When receiving he likes to just lay back and let you do what you want to him lol.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc) He tends to keep more of a steady medium pace, but on certain days he can for sure get super rough...hold on tight lmao. He keeps a vice grip on your hips, there’ll always been tiny little marks left there from his fingertips.

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) He wasn’t always a fan of quickies, but he’s grown to like them a lot more bc sometimes they're the only option. He’ll still only see them as a last resort though, if either of you have got somewhere to be but reeeeally can’t wait any longer.

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?) Nooooooope nope not down at all, sorry. Although, if you can promise him that it’ll be fun, and it wont leave the bedroom, then he might me down...maybe...but most likely not.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc) I feel like he’s a one and done kinda guy lol. The rounds would be pretty average in length, but you’ll only get one out of him

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?) Doesn’t own a whole lot, mainly bc he just doesn’t see the point, “why buy something to do what you could just do yourself...?” The most he might buy would maybe be some super fancy silk ties to use on you...they’d have to be super pretty though, can’t forget the aesthetic lol

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) He’s SUCH a tease. He deliberately takes his time with every move he makes prior to actual sex lol, foreplay with Dongmin is a lengthy process lol. He loves testing your patience, watching you get more and more frustrated with him.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make) He mainly makes more whimpery kinda noises and sighs. He can get pretty loud, but he’ll only let himself get loud if you are as well, he doesn’t wanna be the only one making noise.

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon) Is a bratty dom a thing? Bc that’s the energy Dongmin gives me lol. Like, as opposed to giving you any form of punishment if you dont listen to him, he’ll get kinda whiny and annoying. He for sure has a lil bit of a prince complex lol, like he wants to almost be kinda served and worshipped, and will definitely get bratty if he doesn’t get his way...

X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants) Average in length, maybe a tiny bit thicker

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) Honestly, I dont really think it’s all that high. BUT with that being said, when he does get in the mood, it happens all at once and very intensely sdsdg

Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He’ll stay awake for a while afterwards. Depending on the time of day, he’s perfectly happy to get up and go do stuff, he doesn’t get too sleepy afterwards. If you wanna sleep though, he’s more than happy to settle down and drift off with you

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classicrocksex · 3 years

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Alex Van Halen NFSW A-Z

Aftercare

Since Alex had become sober he became a lot sweeter after sex. He cuddles with you and plays with your hair. The two of you usually stay up watching TV until the other one falls asleep.

Body Part

Alex likes his arms because he knows how much they turn you on. He loves when you squeeze them when he’s fucking you. Your hands are his favorite because he loves to suck on your fingers and also likes the way they look around his cock.

Cum

Alex prefers to cum either in your mouth or on your face. He loves how filthy it is. Making you squirt is something that absolutely drives him up the wall with pleasure.

Dirty Secret

He secretly loves it when you take control and dominate him. It’s VERY rare and it usually starts when you get mad at him and tell him the way things are gonna be whether he likes it or not.

Experience

The experience that this man has is ungodly. Before he met you he was a wild child. Fucked everything that walked. Parts of it bugged you but A- there’s life before you and B- he learned a few things that benefit you in the end.

Favorite Position

Alex’s favorite position would have to be variations of missionary. He loves that he can choke you, pin you down, kiss you, see your tits, see you play with your tits as well as your pussy. He loves having the full view.

Goofy

He’s pretty serious in bed. Every now and then there will be a giggle but it’s not often.

Hair

Alex has thick hair but he doesn’t have much body hair. He rarely trims down there because there’s not much to trim, but he likes having a little something.

Intimacy

Alex does get intimate. When the two of you aren’t fucking like animals he leaves light, sweet kisses all over your chest, neck, and face while slowly fucking you.

Jack Off

Alex never jacks off. You’re almost always with him so there’s no need for him to. There have been times when you two will sit across from each other and get yourselves off while looking at the other.

Kink

Alex LOVES rough sex. He loves spanking you, spitting in your mouth, pulling your hair, and leaving hickies. He also has a huge kink for tying you to the bed frame or your hands behind your back. Don’t even get me started on exhibitionism.

Location

Alex goes crazy for having sex in places that could (will) get you two caught. In the tune up room right before everyone goes in there, in the driveway of 5150 Studios, on the bus when everyone is asleep, or on the balcony of the hotel room.

Motivation

Alex gets turned on watching your hands. He also gets turned on when you’re wearing shorts and bend over to pick something up just enough to see your ass. Watching you talk to Eddie, Sammy, or Michael makes him ungodly hard because he loves the fact that he can have you and they can’t.

Alex would never let you peg him. End of story.

Oral

Alex obviously loves getting head anytime, anywhere. He loves to push you further and further down on his cock until you’re choking. He gives you head all the time but there’s nothing like getting it.

Pace

It depends on the mood. Most times is fast and rough but every now and then he’ll be slow and gentle. When it is slow and gentle he really takes his time.

Quickie

The KING of quickies. Yes, you guys have hours long sex but that’s how you get away with having sex in the tune up room: quickies.

Risk

Read location. He means RISKY business.

Stamina

When you guys do take your time, he lasts for hours. He’ll work himself up to the edge and then move to eating you out until he calms down a bit and the cycle just repeats itself. By the end of it you’re worn and sore.

Toy

Alex will use a vibrator on you but it’s rare. It’s mainly brought out when the two of you are watching the other one get themselves off.

Unfair

Alex loves to tease you. He’ll rub your inner thigh when you’re out at dinner with the band, lick your ear, whisper what he’s going to do to you when you guys get home. You tease him too though. When he’s playing drums at home you’ll come up behind him and lick his neck, or not wear any panties under the shirt you stole from him but bend over for him to see your pussy when you grab a movie from the console table. Sometimes you’ll be the one whispering in his ear, telling him what a bad girl you are and that you need to be punished.

Volume

Alex isn’t overly loud in bed but he lets you know he’s enjoying it. He mainly is dirty talking to you telling you all the filthy things you love to hear.

Wild Card

Every now and then he thinks about bringing one of the guys into the bedroom. Only to watch them fuck you while you’re staring at him. He hasn’t brought it up to you because he doesn’t want to freak you out and the thought of you preferring sex with them more scares him.

X-Ray

Huge. Absolutely hung.

Yearning

Ever since he got sober his sex drive shot up enourmously. He already loved you and sex with you before but now that he’s sober.. Sex is what keeps his mind occupied.

ZZZ

Alex usually doesn’t fall asleep until after you but when he does, he’s out.

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livesincerely · 3 years

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it’s beginning to look a lot like... ch. 4 (END)

Also on Ao3. Chapter three here.

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The Twelfth Christmas

“You’re shaking the table!”

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes you are, you dirty cheater!”

“You’re just mad ‘cause I’m winning⁠—”

“You wouldn’t be winning if you weren’t shaking the table⁠—”

“Hey, chill the fuck out,” Jack interjects, wandering over to investigate before things can get out of hand. “We’re gonna get another noise complaint.”

“Charlie’s cheating!” Tony insists. “He’s shaking the table!”

“No, I’m not!” Charlie denies. “Tony’s just a sore loser.”

“I’m not a sore loser!”

“Well, you’re definitely not a sore winner!”

“I said, chill out,” Jack says firmly. “Or I’m gonna be the one sweeping the pot.”

“Aw, Jack!” they whine in unison.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Jack says. “Choo-Choo, stop shaking the table,” —Charlie ducks his head, pouting⁠— “and Racer, stop stealing from Charlie’s pile when he ain’t lookin’,” —Tony’s eyes go wide⁠— “yeah, Tones, I saw that.”

There’s a few grumbles, but no real arguments.

Satisfied that he’s halted World War Dreidel, at least for now, Jack goes back to the living room and crawls into the Pillow Fort.

“Everything okay?” Davey asks, lifting his arm so that Jack can snuggle back into his side.

“Just another throw down,” Jack says, resting his head against Davey’s chest. “You know how they get.”

“There’s no mercy in dreidel,” Davey says, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Only annihilation and bragging rights.”

Jack laughs softly. “Yeah, I think they’ve really taken that rule to heart, querido. They’re planning total domination and they ain’t afraid to go through each other to get it.”

He takes another moment to get good and comfortable—arms tucked around Davey’s waist, one hand slipping up under Davey’s shirt to sit against the curve of his stomach. Davey throws his legs over Jack’s, his arm a warm weight across Jack’s shoulders, and he tugs a blanket up to cover them.

Davey asks, “Good?”

“Go for it,” Jack murmurs.

Davey unearths the remote from their nest of pillows and hits play; the dvd picks up right where they left it before Jack got up, with Hiccup finding Toothless in the quarry.

They’re watching the movie and not watching the movie. They’ve probably seen it about a hundred times, it’s not like they don’t know what’s gonna happen, so it’s sort of just on for background noise and because it wouldn’t be Christmas without it. Mostly they’re just sitting together, enjoying each others’ company as the last few hours of the day wind down.

It’s been an impossibly hectic holiday season: Davey’s semester didn’t end until the 20th, leaving only a couple of days for frantic Hanukkah shopping and barely more than that for last-minute Christmas shopping. There’s still a handful of nights of Hanukkah left⁠—they’re spending the rest of the week at the Jacobs’ to finish out the holiday, then ringing in the New Year the night after, leaving tonight as the only lull in the madness.

Well, considering the muffled arguing he can still hear coming from the kitchen table, there’s never really a lull in the madness. But lying here, settled in with Davey’s fingers combing through his hair and his heartbeat beneath his ear, the boys happy and whole just a few feet away… Jack can’t imagine anything better.

He shifts slightly, tipping his head up just enough to see⁠: Davey’s looking towards the TV, his expression soft with relaxation and a hint of sleepiness, the fairly lights casting a gentle glow across his features and leaving specks of color dancing in his eyes.

Jack’s heart does a little loop-de-loop around his chest. He never gets tired of looking at Davey. He’s pretty sure he could spend the rest of his life looking at Davey.

“What’re you thinking about so hard, Jackie, love?” Davey asks after a while.

Jack curls around him that much more, his hands sliding up to splay wide over Davey’s ribcage.

“Nothin’,” he says, quietly content. “Still jus’ thinkin’ about tomorrow.”

Davey hums in acknowledgement, his nails scratching lightly at the nape of Jack’s neck. “Mama’s been hinting that she wants us down there as soon as physically possible⁠. She sounded pretty frazzled⁠—I think Les must be driving them all a bit crazy, waiting.”

“What, and she thinks adding us into the mix is gonna grant her some peace?” Jack asks with a snort. “Charlie, Tony, and Les might distract each other for a while, maybe, but there’s no way whatever Les is puttin’ her through now is worse than whatever the three of ‘em together will cook up and unleash. But either way, I’m not goin’ anywhere until we get at least two loads of laundry done because that sucked ass last year, coming home to a shit-ton of dirty sheets and blankets.”

“Yeah, I figured we wouldn’t be getting there until early afternoon-ish,” Davey says. “I told her maybe 2pm or 3? And, at this point I think she’d take the chaos if it meant she could get a few hours in the kitchen, uninterrupted, without Les trying to talk her into a round of dreidel. Apparently he’s taking the tournament very seriously this year.”

“There’s somethin more serious than whatever the fuck went down last year? I didn’t think that was possible,” Jack says. He pauses for a moment, considering. ”Oh, hell, what am I sayin’? This is Les, Charlie, and Tony we’re talkin’ about.”

“Yeah, Mama said the same thing,” Davey agrees. “She specifically mentioned that they’re setting aside a separate table just for dreidel⁠—somewhere safely away from any food or drinks or breakable glassware, presumably.”

“That’s probably for the best,” Jack says. “Though, I’m tellin’ ya now, if anyone ends up with sufganiyot in their hair again, I’m groundin’ both of ‘em ‘til Easter.”

“God, can you even imagine?” Davey says, laughing. “I thought Sarah was gonna murder all three of them.”

“I thought Racer was gonna shatter a window, with how loud he screamed when she started chasin’ him,'' Jack adds. “Then, remember? We found him hidin’ under your old bed?”

“Oh my god,” Davey says, his laughter bubbling up into a full on giggle. “I totally forgot about that!”

Maybe it’s the holiday getting to him. Maybe it’s the bit of eggnog he had earlier or the smell of pine and the hint of candle smoke in the air or maybe it’s just the way that Davey’s looking at him, expression bright and his eyes crinkled up at the corners, but suddenly Jack’s heart feels too big in his chest⁠—like his entire self might burst open.

“What?” Davey asks, still smiling, when he notices Jack staring at him. “What is it?”

“Do you remember when we were at your parents house?” Jack asks. “Not last Hanukkah, but the one before that? When you first started your grad program?”

“What about it?”

“It was, like, a week before Christmas, a coupl’a days into Hanukkah'' Jack starts, thinking back. “I picked you up from campus right after your last test, already had the car packed and the boys bickering in the backseat, and between the snow and the holiday traffic, it took us, like, four hours just to get to your parents house, and I loved every fucking minute of it. ‘Cause you’d moved out, an’ you had classes an’ finals an’ a whole fucking graduate dorm an’ it felt like I hadn’t seen you in weeks, weeks, after four years of livin’ in each other’s back pockets an’ I missed you so fucking much. You weren’t even twenty minutes away but it felt like you were gone⁠, all’a the time—”

Jack’s rambling, he knows he’s rambling, and he’s not sure if he’s even making any sense. But Davey makes no move to interrupt him, listening with that quiet intensity of his, eyes wide and warm.

“⁠—and I’d spent all of fall looking forward to the end of your semester because then I’d have you for a whole month. A whole month, where things could be like they were, like they were s’pposed to be. I’d get to make ya coffee in the morning and hear ya singin’ in the shower and see ya reading on the couch when I got home from work. I was so excited, but I hadn’t realized yet, you know? I didn’t know.”

He pauses for a breath, heart fluttering a little in his chest, then continues.

“But then, that evening at your parents… you never sleep the night before you have a big test, always stay up too late studying and worrying, and sure enough, you were passed out before Jeopardy even came on, absolutely exhausted. I hadta carry ya upstairs later⁠; your Ma had made up your old room for us so I just tucked you in, then slipped into bed beside you. I didn’t think anythin’ of it ‘cause we always share and you didn’t even wake up, just kept on sleepin’. But then, the next morning…”

Jack raises a hand and drags his thumb gently over the ridge of Davey’s forehead.

“You always get a little wrinkle right here, when you ain’t been sleepin’ enough,” he murmurs, rubbing away an imaginary crease between Davey’s brows. “Tension, I guess. It’s how I can always tell that you ain’t been taking care of yourself. But that next morning, I woke up and you’d sort of curled around me in your sleep, half on top of me. My whole fucking arm was numb ‘cause of how you were lying on it but I didn’t dare move ‘cause you looked so comfortable. No wrinkle, no crease, no frown… and I just kept lookin’ atcha an’ lookin’ atcha…”

His hand slides down, cupping around the side of Davey’s face. Jack looks him right in the eyes and says, “And suddenly I thought to myself, ‘Holy shit, I am apocalyptically in love with this man.’”

There’s the tiniest sound of an inhaled breath, Davey’s throat working beneath his palm.

“‘Cause I hadn’t known, ya know? But once I did—once I realized⁠—then I knew. I figured out right then and there that all I wanted was you, that all I’d ever wanted was you, and the boys, and all of us together for as long as I could keep ya. That I’d wanted you since ya brought me that hat and scarf ‘cause you wanted me to be warm, an’ the phone card ‘cause you wanted us to be able to talk, an’ the sketchbook ‘cause you wanted me to have something just for having, and it hurt so bad because it was too late, you’d already moved out, you were pullin’ away, an’ I had a whole month of fucking torture because I had you right where I wanted you but I didn’t actually have you⁠—”

Davey leans that barest bit closer and kisses him, long and slow.

“You’ve always had me,” he promises. “Jackie, you’ve always⁠—”

“But I didn’t know,” Jack says. “And you didn’t know that you had me. But really, the whole time we could’ve been⁠—”

“We were idiots,” Davey agrees, pressing his forehead to Jack’s. “But what else is new?”

“I love you,” Jack says, reaching out to lace their fingers together. “I love you so much, Davey. You don’t even realize how much I love you.”

“Sure I do,” Davey says, his voice a little wet, giving Jack’s hand a squeeze. “It’s about as much as I love you. Now stop it before you make me cry.”

“Love of my life,” Jack says. “‘M so lucky to have you.”

“Jack.”

Jack smiles, lifting their clasped hands up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to Davey’s knuckles.

“Happy Hanukkah, Dave.”

“Merry Christmas, Jackie.”

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Morgan le Fay Makes No Sense But I Try to Explain Anyway

I’ve been thinking about some these things for the longest time and they’re driving me crazy with questions so its time I finally write about them.

Introduction:

First of all I wanna say that I love Artoria and Mordred to bits and I wish them nothing but the best in navigating their complicated father-son relationship. Second of all, yes, I’m very aware that Morgan is a terrible person who did terrible strings BUT that doesn’t make her any less interesting. And third of all I’m a lowly simp for the Pendragon siblings ever since I watched the Merlin tv show so I can’t help but be interested in them.

With those things out of the way let me try to make at least a bit sense out of the some questions I’ve had about Morgan and her, for now, very limited but very confusing lore.

Backstory:

First lets start with her background and origins as those are one of the things that Fate changed about her. Normally Arthur and Morgan have the same mother but different fathers. Arthur’s parents are Uther and Igraine, and Morgan’s parents are Gorlois and Igraine. But in Fate Artoria and Morgan are related by Uther not Igraine. Morgan’s mother is never mentioned in Fate as of yet.

In some legends Morgan is sent away to a nunnery where she learns magic, it seems like Arthurian churches were very different than the ones we have today huh. In Fate however Morgan inherits her magic from Uther, but the magic is also a curse. The whole reason Uther even had Artoria was because he was worried about the magic dying and leaving Britain weak, but it seems to me like he didn’t even consider the possibility of Morgan being a magus. This would explain why she hates him and Artoria. Well there’s more reasons that she could hate Artoria for but we’ll get to those. Lets talk about the magic curse first.

As it was mentioned before the magic blood that Morgan has is inherited from Uther, but she also inherited the primeval curse in the form of black magical energy. We don’t really know what this curse is exactly or what kind of effect it had on Morgan or Uther. We do know that Morgan grew more and more spiteful as she grew up and while those feelings stem from her hate of Uther and later on of Artoria, its definitely possible that the black magic was one of the things that eventually drove her to be crazy and evil.

Uther Pendragon:

Now lets talk about Uther. Again not much is known about him yet, but lets just stick to what we know in relation to Morgan and his different treatment of Morgan and Artoria. Despite Morgan being older, coming from the same royal status and having inherited magic, Artoria was still more loved and cherished by Uther because she was his “true heir”, in his eyes at least. However because Morgan is older, and for a time more powerful, than her sister she thought of herself as the more legitimate ruler, and Artoria as the thief who stole her birthright. Yet another reason why she would hate Artoria. This however is completely Uther’s fault as he was the one who showed favoritism towards Artoria and left Morgan feeling insignificant, so in this sense I think Morgan’s hate is a bit misplaced.

Artoria Pendragon:

Next up is Artoria. Oh boy, these two. To say that their relationship is messed up is such an understatement. Morgan’s actions towards Artoria are one of the most confusion things about her, for me at least. We’ve already established that she hates her because she was favorited by Uther and names the rightful King of Britain instead of Morgan. That’s pretty straightforward, even though again I feel like the hatred is misplaced here. Usually all people talk about in regards to Morgan and Artoria is the whole wanting to take the throne and making Mordred to do so. Now to be fair those are already plenty fucked up by themselves, but also consider the fact that Artoria’s demise was something Morgan spent most of her life planning, that Artoria was the one who chose not to punish Lancelot after he killed three of Morgan’s kids and yet she was the one who took her to Avalon, healed her, stood watch over her until she wakes up, started a cult just to make sure she wakes up.

Lady, make it make sense! Do you want her dead or alive?!

Kay, Waver and Case Files:

This is where a lot of my confusion comes from. She spent her early life hell bent on destroying Artoria and then when she succeeds she wants to bring her back to life. Granted this could have something to do with what Kay said about Morgan seeming like she had three different people inside of her. But if that’s true are her multiple personalities something that she developed later on, or was she always three different people from the start? The three personalities are the only thing that could help explain her behavior for me.

In Case Files Waver speculates that all the contradiction in the stories about her are because the name "Morgan Le Fay" spread through Europe and became a placeholder name that assimilated many legends of fairies, witches and goddesses. He mentions the possibility that Morgan and the Celtic goddess Morrigan are one and the same. Its possible Morgan was just one of the personalities.

Is Morgan just chilling in Avalon waiting for Artoria to come back? And again, why?! If Morgan is just one of the personalities then does that mean that the one who planned to kill Artoria and the one that healed her are completely different people? Is Morgan even dead? Waver speculates she died a long time ago, but we don’t know that for sure, we just know that’s the one who came up with the ritual to bring Artoria back.

Morgan’s Separate Personalities:

Even if Morgan did have separate personalities one of them was clearly the dominant one for most of her life, from Uther’s show of favoritism up until Artoria’s death. Kay is the only one who ever talks about these different personalities most likely meaning that everyone else only ever got to see one of those three.

Regardless if there were even three personalities and which personality did what, I feel like there’s one thing that Morgan has the right to be pissed off about. The death of her kids and Lancelot not getting punished for it. Even if there are three different personalities I think all of them would be angry about that one.

Lets talk a bit about Artoria once more. Artoria never really mentions her sister, the one who talk about her is Mordred when confronting Artoria about about being her son. And then we have Kay talking about how she’s confusing and seemed like she was three different people. But Artoria never talks about her, which seems a bit odd to me since Morgan is respectable for making Mordred, sending Agravaine to Camelot as a assassin, and the one who attempted a coup d’état against her. And yet Artoria never talks about her, not even as an enemy. Its very likely that Artoria didn’t even know that she had a sister until later in her life, while Morgan was aware of Artoria all along. Taking the three personalities into account that would mean that the only version of Morgan that Artoria knew was the one that hated her and wanted to kill her. Artoria unlike Morgan isn’t a vengeful person so I can’t see her wanting to kill Morgan but its still odd that she never speaks of her in any form or fashion.

The Triple Goddess and the Horned God:

Getting back to the three personalities thing, there’s a Neopagan goddess that’s referred to as The Triple Goddess. She often rules one of the realms of heavens, earth, and underworld. In various forms of Wicca, her masculine consort is the Horned God sometimes a dual deity, the Oak King and the Holly King. The Goddess is the immortals one while her lover the Horned God dies and is later resurrected by her. Now I wouldn't call Artoria and Morgan lovers but I did want to point out the parallels between Artoria dying, Morgan waiting for her to heal and then deciding to make a ritual to revive her.

The Artoria Obsession:

Now if there aren’t three personalities and Morgan is just one Morgan all along then her actions make even less sense and we’re crossing into some seriously obsessive territory here. She spent her whole life trying to make Artoria miserable and get rid of her, and only after she finally gets what she wants she decides that she wants to heal her and bring her back.

The only way I could possibly see this making sense is that no matter how much Morgan hated Artoria, she was the reason Morgan did, well everything. For so much of her life Artoria was Morgan’s motivation. Then she got what she wanted but at the same time lost the motivation that drove her forward for so long. I honestly can’t see Morgan having a sudden change of heart after a lifetime of resenting her sister. Its possible that she’s a sadist who wants Artoria to suffer over and over, or she might feel empty without that struggle and drive she felt when Artoria was alive. In both cases its clear that she needs Artoria in her life in some way in order to have something to strive for, even if that something is negative.

And that’s it. I’m done. This was my attempt of trying to make sense of Morgan lore, no matter how contradictory it might be at times. There’s probably things I missed or got wrong and I really hope we get some actual canon answers soon.

#fate stay night #fate grand order #fgo #morgan le fay #fgo morgan #artoria pendragon #mordred #fate mordred #analysis #character analysis #fate lore #arthurian legend

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SUMMARY: Eddie's parents come to Los Angeles and, finally, he can spend some time alone with Buck. He also has to keep a promise he made the last time they fucked, and Buck is eager to claim his prize. FANDOM: 9-1-1 (TV) RELATIONSHIP: Evan Buckley / Eddie Diaz WORDS: 5.4k.

Sequel of It wasn't a joke! [READ ON AO3]

Full story under the cut.

Two weeks passed since that shower, and things got surprisingly more difficult than before. Both Buck and Eddie didn’t want to tell everyone what happened between them, not only because Buck wasn’t a fan of telling his sister that he fucked his colleague in the showers of the fire station – Bobby wouldn’t love to hear that as well – but because they would have to file a lot of reports and documents about their relationship. And then Christopher, even though he loves Buck with his whole chest, isn't ready yet. Or at least that’s what Eddie thinks. Even after Eddie’s promise of “next time you’ll top”, they were never able to sleep together, let alone having sex. From long shifts to the impossibility to stay alone the time they need to have some fun, they continued by just staring at each other during work and off work. And of course, texting.

They never risked going to the other’s house and coming to work together: no one in the fire station must know. But Buck has no patience at all when it comes to Eddie, he has to refrain and stop himself from touching or kissing him. They both steal quick kisses from each other when no one is looking. He hates how he has to hide their relationship; it’s true that they are just waiting for them to come out as a couple – Buck is certain that everyone has their bet since that night and that kiss – but he understands that he has to. And he loves Christopher too as much as Eddie does, even if they’re sure that Chris wouldn’t hate any of that, they don’t want to drop the bomb on the kid like it’s nothing. Cause it’s not nothing. On the contrary, they want to be together every hour and every minute, they want to be able to sleep together and be themselves in front of everyone, participate as an actual couple to the dinners with the others and not act annoyed when everyone puts them side by side. It was actually funny the first times, now Buck is growing more and more impatient.

Both of them are looking forward to a night together, alone, with no distraction or whatsoever. No problems, nothing, just them. Luckily, Eddie’s family is coming to town that week and they wanted to take Christopher to the house they rented and spend the night with his grandparents that are never able to see him since they live in Texas. Eddie just had to be sure that the house was safe and that his parents had everything their grandson needed. Finally, the day has come, and Buck is excited too because he knows what that means.

“When?” He asks Eddie as their shifts are about to end and they’re alone to finish cleaning the fire truck, stealing glances while hoping no one would notice.

“9 pm. My parents are coming to take Chris at 8:15 pm but they always stay longer than usual, and usually, I don’t mind, but, you know…” He smiles and Buck follows with another smile. Yeah, he knows. He’s waiting for that moment since that shower, he can’t stop thinking about it.

“Oh, shut up.” Buck puts away the towel and everything else. The truck is now shiny again and looks brand new with that flaming red.

“Okay guys, we can go home now. See you all tomorrow!” Bobby’s voice echoes in the half-empty room. Everyone says goodbye at the same time. Hen calls Karen saying that she’s leaving at that moment to come home, Chimney does the same with Maddie.

“Do you have any plans, Eddie? Are your parents here yet?” Everybody knew about Eddie’s parents coming to Los Angeles for a week.

“Yeah. They’ll take care of Chris for the night to let me relax. It’s not that I never relax, but it will be nice for Christopher to spend some time with his grandparents. They almost never see him and since they rented an apartment, I thought that they would like it as well. I made sure they’ll have everything they need, it’s already prepared and in the bags, so they’ll just get to the house, take the bags, and spoil their grandson as they usually do. So I’ll have the house all for myself.” And Buck. Who is standing right beside him, in front of Buck.

“Any date tonight, Buck?” The shift ended pretty early, and Bobby, like the others, doesn’t really care about eventual dates Buck would go to. All of them take turns in teasing either Buck or Eddie about dates, relationships, girls they are seeing, and the like. Chimney already lost his bet, 4 days. Bobby wants to keep going for a little more since he said three weeks. Maddie is ashamed that they’re gambling on his brother’s love life, even though she would have said three weeks as well, Athena accepted the bet with Bobby. Even Karen made his bet, against Hen who said two weeks. Hen is the one keeping the money because she knows that she would have won the bet.

“No, not really.” It’s not like he’s lying, Eddie is not only a date anymore. They’re together.

“Okay Buck, see you tomorrow. And enjoy your night alone, Eddie!” He pats his hand on Buck’s shoulder and everyone goes home as the night shift squad comes in.

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Buck is playing with his phone in his hand waiting for Eddie’s text saying that the road is clear. At one point, he just can’t wait anymore and opens the chat with him.

(8:49) Are you alone yet?

(8:52) Not yet. They’re leaving now.

(8:53) Okay, I’ll go get the car, then.

(8:58) They’re gone. I’m alone. Drive safe but be quick. (8.59) See you soon.

Buck never drove so fast while having everything under control, checking every crossroad, and stopping at every traffic light, but he is craving to have some time alone with Eddie and he can’t wait any longer. He gets to Eddie’s house a little faster than usual, he parks his car and immediately rings Eddie’s doorbell. As the man opens the door, Buck almost jumps on Eddie and closes the door with his foot as he literally smashes his lips on Eddie’s lips, taking off his shoes right after it. After two weeks of fast kisses that didn’t last even two seconds, being able to fully feel Eddie’s soft lips is driving him crazy. Finally, he repeats in his head. Eddie thinks the same thing as his hands grab Buck’s hips and he pushes him to the front door.

“We have the entire night, Buck…” He whispers, but he’s the one that can’t stop touching his man. “And the entire morning too. My parents will bring Christopher back only for lunch, we have to get to work at 8:30 am…” Buck smiles at the mere idea of having the whole night for them and them only. After having sex in a shower, knowing that this time they would have an actual bed for themselves and they could even sleep together makes him happy like never before. No one made him that happy in his life more than Eddie, no girl made him smile as Eddie does.

“Are you really making me wait?” No matter how much Buck loved the idea of having all that time available, he wants to claim his prize.

“Yeah.” Eddie laughs, locking the door and taking Buck by the hand, leading him towards his bedroom. He knows and remembers what he has promised to him. He’s eager too, he wants to feel Buck, he wants to feel him inside and see him towering over him.

“You bas—” Eddie puts a finger over Buck’s lips, and Buck shuts up.

“Shut up for a moment.” But he can’t wait either. Even before stepping inside the room, Eddie pushes Buck on the wall, licking his lips as his hands slowly raise Buck’s white shirt that barely holds his muscles. Buck can’t complain, to be honest, and he puts his arms between their bodies to unbutton the shirt until his chest is free and Eddie can touch it with both hands. Eddie’s fingers slide slowly on Buck’s skin and his fingertips tease the already hard nipples, pinching them and twisting them, something that gets Buck to moan softly. Buck gets rids of the shirt very quickly and while shirtless he puts his hands on the abs of his partner, pulling the shirt out of his pants and quickly starting to touch Eddie’s abs.

“You couldn’t wait either.” Buck chuckles. “I like it.” He forces Eddie to change position so he’s the one on the wall and Buck has full access to his body. He does the same thing Eddie did just a few moments before: he takes off Eddie’s shirt, throws it on the floor, and goes with his fingertips on his nipple, but then he adds his mouth. Buck licks, bites, and pulls them, making Eddie shiver. Eddie puts a hand in Buck’s hair, pulling it to raise Buck’s head so he can kiss him again. Then, he pushes his chest to make him fall on the bed, but as he comes closer to get on to him, Buck puts his bare foot on Eddie’s bare chest, stopping him.

“You promised.” He says, starting to rub his foot on Eddie’s body, going down on his crotch, pushing with his foot to see if his man is already turned on.

“I know. I’m good at keeping promises.” Eddie caresses Buck’s foot, as he looks right into his eyes. “You’re the top, tonight. In my house, on my bed. I want to feel yours while you fuck me on my own bed.” That leaves Buck a bit shocked and aroused at the same time. Eddie never used this language before.

“I didn’t know you were so eager to feel me inside you.” Buck starts teasing too, since Eddie clearly enjoys that game. “How much do you want me to fuck you, Eddie?” He asks, lifting his foot on Eddie’s pecs, slapping him with his sole, and bringing it then on his neck.

“I want you to fuck me in all positions and in this entire room.” Even though Eddie was kind of dominating during the shower sex, now he’s the one who looks ad Buck like a puppy ready to receive his orders. He grabs Buck’s foot again, massaging him and bringing it down again on his crotch.

“Undress me.” Eddie didn’t need anything else. He quickly gets his hands on Buck’s jeans, unzipping them and pulling them towards him to take them off. Buck’s briefs get the same treatment and Buck’s muscular, well-defined, and almost completely shaved body is right in front of him, sexy as the last time he saw him. To be honest, Buck has sent some pics to Eddie, especially when he was right out of the shower; and even if he never showed his dick in those pictures, it was clear that he was naked when he took them. Having Buck naked again and in front of him makes him almost drool. Buck stops Eddie from getting naked and slowly unzip his pants and lowers them. One hand grabs Eddie’s bulge, massaging it as the other hand pinches Eddie’s left cheek.

“Oh, fuck…”

“You’re about to experience the full top Buck experience.”

“You didn’t really say tha—” but Buck tightens his hold on Eddie’s bulge and his voice breaks as he talks, moaning and closing his eyes. Even if he’s the one topping, Buck loves giving head to his partners. And he loves Eddie moaning as he touches him. He grabs his underwear with his teeth, pulling it down and freeing Eddie’s erection. Without any hesitation he rubs his tongue on the head, holding the base tightly and massaging his balls at the same time. Eddie didn’t expect that at all, but hearing his moans it is clear that he is liking it. A lot.

Buck’s tongue moves slowly and making circular movements on Eddie’s head, jerking the cock with his hand as he focuses on giving pleasure to his partner. Buck loves pleasing Eddie. He always loved hearing his partners happy and moaning as he goes down on them, but Eddie’s moans are something different. Ethereal, he may say, if he’s feeling poetic.

“Buck…” He can feel a hand on his hair as he takes the whole cock inside his mouth, massaging his balls while the other hand goes back, on Eddie’s ass, grabbing his cheek. He could get addicted to Buck’s blowjobs. Eddie would like to move his hips and fuck Buck’s throat, but he’s not the one in control that night. And Buck seems really committed and focused like he has been dreaming and planning that night since that day. He actually has been. He imagined it all and planned every move, mostly, but the most important thing is to have fun and making it last, they both know that they don’t know when and where they’ll be alone together to do this. Buck wants to do things at his pace, take it slowly, make it last as long as possible, and make Eddie have his best orgasm in his life.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Keep going, please.” Buck smiles and stops, leaving Eddie’s cock twitching and covered with saliva since he doesn’t want him too excited, even though it would be cool making Eddie cum twice in the same night. Buck lays back and rests on his elbows on the bed, spreading his legs as his hard dick stands up.

“Suck it.” Buck smiles proudly at seeing Eddie getting on his knees quietly and obediently, opening his lips and immediately starting to lick the tip, taking it into his mouth. Then he slowly slides down, taking the whole thing in, while keeping his eye up to see Buck’s reaction and his expression, which could be explained with just two words: pure joy. Buck moans softly while he keeps his legs wide open and sees his cock disappear inside Eddie’s mouth. “You’re so hot.”

Eddie moves his head slowly and then faster, then he goes back to slow movements again, and Buck keeps filling the room with his moans. He puts a hand between Eddie’s dark curls, pushing his head down and forcing him to stay down with all his cock inside his mouth, touching the back of his throat, but Eddie doesn’t stop his tongue. It keeps rotating and twirling around Buck’s erection as he breathes through his nose; his saliva collects quickly in his mouth and drips down Buck’s testicles.

The warm sensation of Eddie’s mouth on his cock will never tire Buck: he lets his head go, so Eddie can go back at moving his head up and down Buck’s thick cock. The sloppy noises fill up the room accompanied by Buck’s moans, and both of them are getting more and more excited. They have waited two weeks for that, their balls are full and they are eager to be together for real. Eddie wants to feel Buck inside his ass, but having him inside his mouth is giving him pleasure too, even if he’s not the one receiving that blowjob. The taste of Buck’s precum on his palate keeps his body excited and his cock hard.

“Stop, stop…” Buck pulls Eddie’s hair, lifting his head only to see him with his mouth still open, the tongue out, and he can’t help but softly hit his tongue with his erection, then he rubs the tip on his face, wetting him with his own saliva. “Fuck, I want to cum in your mouth so bad.” This dominant side of Buck is something that Eddie never saw, but he loves it.

“Next time.” He laughs, licking his lips and caressing Buck’s thighs, softly rubbing his nails on his skin but with no intention of hurting him, he just can’t stop touching his man.

“Right. Next time. Now I want to taste you.” Buck pushes away Eddie and stands up. “Lay down.” Eddie obeys immediately, spreading his legs as he thinks that Buck wants to suck his cock again. “No, babe, not that part.” He pushes Eddie further on the bed and raises his legs so he can look at his hole, smiling as he looks at Eddie for a quick moment before burying his head between his legs. Even though he’s interested in his hole, the tongue starts moving by touching and lapping his balls. Then he bites Eddie’s inner thighs, making his man groan with pleasure. Buck lifts even more Eddie’s ass and spreads his cheeks wider, rubbing the entrance with one finger and then putting his tongue right over it. He shoves his lips on his entrance and the tongue slides in, pushing inside; it makes circular movements, then up and down, then again from left to right. Then the movements become like dots on the entrance, and then completely inside again. Eddie is helpless and desperate: with his legs up in the air he can’t even think about anything else than Buck’s tongue inside his hole.

“Fuck, you’re so good!”

“Thanks.” He stops just to say that, but then he goes back to his job. He licks the whole entrance, taking his time and having fun, kissing Eddie’s hole like it’s his mouth. After a while he teases him with one finger along with his tongue, rubbing it on the hole fast as he keeps on licking. The finger goes in, and then another, he puts them all inside and angles them up, reaching for Eddie’s prostate. Eddie’s moans get louder and louder, they fill the bedroom and even the adjacent rooms. But Buck doesn’t want to stop at all: he puts another finger inside him, and it’s starting to get a little tight, so that’s the opportunity to stretch him a little bit more, to make everything that is going to happen next easier.

Eddie’s cock just drips precum as Buck takes care of his hole so well. He touches Eddie’s prostate slowly so that he wouldn’t cum straight away, but he loves seeing his man moan and his body twitching, muttering intelligible words and sounds, but he can understand his name. It’s the only thing Eddie really tries to say correctly, but the voice breaking due to Buck’s fingers inside him make that quite difficult.

“Please… Buck…” Buck hears him begging and lifts his head up. He doesn’t know how many minutes have passed since he first put his tongue inside him, but since he’s begging either he wants to cum or he really wants to be fucked.

“Not yet. We have the entire night, remember?” And on top of that, both of them haven’t come in two weeks: he must be careful about how much pleasure he’s giving him. Buck has just started, and Eddie doesn’t know how much dominant and rough and kinky Buck can get. Satisfied with his work on Eddie’s hole, Buck steps away and finally, Eddie can put his legs down, but he doesn’t even have the opportunity to sit that Buck sits on his chest. His wet red tip touches gently Eddie’s chin, but Buck slides back with his body so that he can lean and kiss his man.

“You look so desperate…” Buck chuckles. It’s quite funny to him how much Eddie has changed since the shower.

“Just fuck me.”

“Eager firefighter. Calm down and kiss me.” Buck grabs Eddie’s jaw to open his mouth, spits in it, and then sticks his tongue inside it, grinding his ass on Eddie’s cock. Their tongue swirls. His tongue has just been in my ass, thinks Eddie. It’s so fucking hot. And he puts his hands on Buck’s back, helping him grind on his erection, and their cocks are rubbing one against the other, making them moan in the other’s mouth.

“Please…” Eddie tries again, just for the sake of it. Buck laughs and shakes his head, pinching Eddie’s bottom lip with his fingers and then putting them in his mouth.

“Suck.” Eddie’s look says just one thing: fuck you. But he sucks Buck's fingers. “You should know I’ve waited for this for two weeks and, babe, I had the time to plan. I have to take advantage of this time we have for ourselves.” Buck slowly stands up on the bed, so that Eddie can look at his man from under his legs, then he turns around and sits again on Eddie, but this time he rubs his balls on Eddie’s face.

“Take it in.” Buck forces his dick down Eddie’s throat until he can feel his nose touching his testicles, and then he does the same with the man’s erection, deepthroating it. Buck doesn’t care that Eddie has his mouth full, he starts to fuck his throat from that position as he sucks Eddie’s cock. It doesn’t last much, at least for what it concerns Eddie’s cock, because Buck is now seriously thrusting his cock in Eddie’s mouth, moaning deeply and loudly as he feels again that warm sensation. “I love your mouth so fucking much, Eddie.” He laughs, taking it out and sitting beside Eddie’s head, leaning over him in a perfect and steamy Spiderman kiss.

“And I love your cock. And your body. Every inch of it.”

“Every inch?” Buck looks at his feet, close to Eddie's body.

“You are not making me lick your feet, Buck.”

“I am the top now, remember?” He laughs and goes back between Eddie’s legs, but this time he just sits between his thighs, he is just playing, and he doesn’t actually want to have Eddie’s tongue on his foot. He is thinking of something else. His left sole goes on Eddie’s erection, rubbing it over it and pushing the foot down, and that is surprisingly good for Eddie. Even his moaning sounds very surprised, but he pushes his cock against Buck’s foot who now just keeps going, massaging his whole cock from the tip to the base, and even his balls.

“Now it’s all wet with my saliva, though.”

“I’m not doing it.” Eddie doesn’t even give him the time to think about it.

“Whatever, I didn’t want it.” And without a warning Buck shoves one finger inside Eddie again, just one, to prepare him. It’s time, he says in his mind, while looking at Eddie’s sweaty body.

“OH, FU—” Even if Buck didn’t want to, he doesn’t want Eddie’s neighbors to know he’s having the best sex of his life, and so he reaches for Eddie’s mouth with his foot to shut him up. It isn't the easiest movement to male, but Buck can now feel Eddie's lips on his toes.

“I thought you wanted this.” As Buck chuckles, Eddie pushes away Buck’s foot, but then he grinds his butt against his finger and moans louder, looking at his man. Buck takes away his fingers and gets on his knees, in front of Eddie’s hole, and rubs the tip over it. “Here.” He slowly penetrates him, and he doesn’t stop until he is all inside.

“Fuck, finally.” Eddie lets out a long moan, feeling every inch of Buck inside his butt. That feels so good, after what it could be more than an hour of teasing and foreplay. If Eddie were being honest, he would have even sucked both Buck’s feet if that meant that he could have finally had him inside; now that he is, he forgets about everything else.

“I want to hear the words…” He stays still, but still inside Eddie, who grunts.

“Fuck me.”

“And…?”

“Fuck me, Buck.” He loves hearing him moan his name.

“And…”

“Fuck me, Buck. Please.” Buck leans over Eddie and starts to thrust inside him, slowly at first but putting it more and more strength. Even though he’s going quite fast, he doesn’t give his all so that can last longer than usual. He knows that they’re both not that far from the climax, but he really wants to please Eddie with every move, every thrust, every time he goes back in, he wants to see the pleasure in his man’s eyes. And Eddie is already satisfying him, with his long manly moans and his muscles contracting, following the rhythm established by Buck’s pounding. Buck’s dick slides perfectly inside Eddie’s body. Buck alternates his velocity, from fast thrusts to slow and sensual ones, aiming at Eddie’s prostate. They are just one soul, even after all the things Buck did to Eddie’s hole, even after the semi foot job he gave him, when they have sex it’s the best thing they ever do: their connection is at its peak, they don’t even need to speak to communicate. Moans are enough.

Buck grunts heavily as he pulls out and changes positions, putting Eddie on his side and then laying behind him, lifting Eddie’s left leg and shove his cock back inside him. They never stop moaning even in between the change of position, and in that way he can kiss, bite, and lick Eddie’s neck and shoulders while he fucks him. Buck licks the sweat off Eddie’s body, then he bites him on the neck and even the ear lobe: Buck is hungry for him, he wants to taste him all, bite and lick every inch of his body, leaving marks, because he would really like to make everyone know that he’s his. While Eddie, who didn’t want any hickeys or bites, at that moment wants Buck to leave as many marks as he wants.

“You’re taking it so well.” Buck whispers to Eddie’s ear, grabbing his thigh with his hand and lifting it even higher. They both feel the pleasure rise quickly, Eddie knows that he’s close, and closer than Buck for sure.

“Buck…” He moans, warning him. Buck lets go of Eddie’s leg and puts the hand around his neck.

“Don’t come. Hold it.” He moans with a very commanding voice, and Eddie must obey. He nods, Buck smiles, deciding that he likes feeling his neck under his fingers he keeps the hand on it, choking him only slightly, as he breaths on the back of his head.

The thrusts are violent and rough, they moan together as one as the hold on Eddie’s neck becomes stronger. Buck moves his hand on Eddie’s hard nipples, twisting them and torturing his body while his cock now doesn’t have any more friction. Eddie is a moaning sweaty mess, his body keeps twitching every time Buck hits the prostate, and his toes curl up. So close. Buck takes his cock out again, taking Eddie and putting him on all fours, on the bed, with his pretty hole in front of him and thrusting in him again. From that position, he can pull his hair and lift his head, scratch his back a little, and while pulling his hair he goes back to fuck him until he hears his balls hitting Eddie’s ass. Eddie is finally used to it, there is no more resistance or anything like that, both of them are enjoying the most pleasure they had in a while and Buck can’t wait to see him cum all over himself. Eddie contracts his muscles as he’s at his limit, and when Buck feels them surrounding his hard member he immediately pulls out to get Eddie on his back and lift his legs. Eddie puts his ankles on Buck’s shoulders, opening his hole with the hands and helping his man coming back inside.

“Please…” Buck nods and he starts fucking him again with even more strength than before.

“Come.” He moans, grabbing his feet and thrusting inside him without any hesitation, without stopping; he wants to see his man cum and moan and cry for the pleasure he’s giving him. It doesn’t take that long.

“B-Buck…” Eddie moans, arching his back as he feels like his body is on fire. The pleasure is way too much to hold it in and he finally shoots his warm load on his whole chest: he has never cum so hard. The powerful orgasm ends with Eddie panting under Buck who is still fucking him, he hasn’t stopped a second even while the man was cumming, and he enjoyed every contraction of Eddie’s muscles around his erection.

“Fuck, Eddie, you look so hot.” Buck is close too, and when he realizes he’s about to cum he starts pulling out, but Eddie shakes his head.

“Inside.” He whispers, tiredly, and Buck nods. With a huge grunt and a loud moan, he sticks his dick all inside Eddie, releasing his load in his hole.

“Fuck, fuck!” Buck keeps filling him up. “Fuck, it’s so much!” They moan together, Eddie is now covered with sweat and cum, and he has it even inside his hole. Buck stays inside Eddie even after his orgasm has ended, enjoying the warm sensation of Eddie’s inside along his own semen that surrounds his erection, and then he softly kisses Eddie’s foot while they both calm down.

“Don’t come out yet. I want to feel you.” Buck can’t disagree, and he lets go of Eddie’s feet so he can bend over him and, while staying inside him, kiss him softly and slowly. Still hungry for more, however, Buck starts licking away Eddie’s load off his chest, swallowing every drop he can catch with his expert tongue, and then he goes back to Eddie's lips. That kiss tastes like saliva, sweat, and cum, and it’s the hottest thing Eddie has ever tasted. Even if they are done with it, Buck keeps grinding on Eddie, pushing his cock inside him as it loses its erection and becomes flaccid.

“It’s gonna take a lot of work to clean you. We made a mess.”

“We made love; this is not a mess. It’s everything I wanted.” Eddie grabs Buck by the back of his head and pulls him down to him kissing him again. Their bodies touch, Buck’s chest gets dirty with Eddie’s semen as they keep rubbing them one over the other. “You came so hard, I feel completely full.”

“Yeah.” Buck nods, licking Eddie’s lips. “I should make you eat it. It’s coming out either way.” Eddie’s eyes widen and suddenly he gets quiet. Buck smiles, reaching Eddie’s hole with one hand and collects some of his own cum with his fingers. After he is satisfied with the amount he got, he drops it right in Eddie’s mouth. Eddie swallows it all without making any sound, only a happy sigh after his mouth it’s empty.

“I was right, next time I’m filling up your mouth.” Buck kisses him again and lays beside Eddie. They both need to take a shower, but they want to take those quiet minutes for themselves. Just cuddling – even if they are dirty – and soft kisses. Buck puts one leg over Eddie’s lap and rubs their feet together.

“You kissed my foot.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you like it?” Buck doesn’t know how to answer that. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Just a bit. I got carried away during sex, I think.” Two fingers softly caress Eddie’s jaw.

“I mean I did like the foot massage on my dick…”

“Don’t get me horny again, Eddie.” Buck laughs, shoving his face on Eddie’s shoulders.

“Look who’s shy now, after putting his foot on my mouth, licking my hole, and…” Buck laughs and puts a hand on Eddie’s mouth to silence him.

“Shut up.” He kisses him again, sitting on Eddie’s lap one more time. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.” They kiss again and then go to take a shower together so they can go to bed. Naked, obviously. Buck wants to be able to see Eddie’s body all the time and vice versa, there’s no need for clothes when they are together. They keep teasing each other even when they are walking to the bathroom, as Eddie feels Buck’s load dripping down his leg.

—

The next morning, Buck and Eddie arrive at the fire station at the same time: they didn’t even think about the consequences of that simple action, especially since Buck has the same clothes he wore yesterday. The entire squad looks at them, and they are all smiling.

“What happened?” Buck asks, with the LAFD bag on his shoulder. Then he realizes. Fuck.

“You could at least change your clothes, Buck.” Hen laughs. She’s keeping the money.

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What is something embarrassingly vanilla that each of the trash quartet are into? (The truest dirt is in the bland crap you're into when you're a trashy boi, am I right?) ☆

Hahaha what an interesting first ask from a “totally anonymous” anon… ✨ Anyway, I actually really liked this question, but holy hell did it fuck with my brain. I’m used to coming up with all the kinky and/or messed up scenarios and suddenly I’m supposed to do the opposite? My brain is confused. The second problem I encountered was: What is actually vanilla? My brain did not help me on this quest either, as every time I got close to thinking up something clever, my brain goes “SPIT IN THEIR MOUTH!” or something along those lines.

PARISTON

Among the trash quartet Pariston is the one I found the hardest to write this ask for. Mostly because Pariston is an enigma. First of all it’s impossible to know exactly what he does and doesn’t enjoy because everything he does is controlled and calculated. I can see him being into one thing with one partner and something completely different with another. His preferences always switch around.

Sometimes the sex can be very vanilla and tender, usually after he’s been partiularly cruel to you. It’s a way to get you to stay with him despite the abuse.

Pariston’s relation to pleasure is also an interesting aspect. I think that for Pariston sex isn’t the goal that drives his actions, but rather a means to get the reactions he wants from you. This means that if he thinks that a gentle “love making” session is what’s going to make his “game” with you more fun later on, you’re going to get the best vanilla sex in our whole life!

I did, however, think of a few of vanilla things Pariston would absolutely loathe in most circumstances! The number one thing being his partner whispering “I love you” lovingly into his ear, while he’s trying to make you hate him.

ILLUMI

First of all, I think very little will make Illumi embarrassed. That being said there are quite a few things he should be embarrassed about. He’s very motivated to continue the Zoldyck line, so sex would often be more focused on the result than what it feels like there and then. So unless he’s using sex as a way to manipulate or reward you, it would get quite mundane... And isn’t that like the most vanilla thing ever?

Another thing he should be embarrassed for is that he usually doesn’t make you cum very often. He almost never touches your clit, so in the beginning you wonder if he doesn’t know where it is, or that he’s one of those who think women's sexuality is a myth. That however, is not the case, because Illumi probably has extensive training on how to pleasure or sexually torture someone because of his assasin training. The reason for his behaviour is that he usually doesn’t prioritize using his precious time to give you pleasure. It doesn’t make it more likely that you’ll get pregnant, so why waste the time. Orgasms are a reward, not a necessity for his wife.

If you want to break out of the mundane sex, try to gently kiss his neck. It’s a really sensitive area for him that he associates mainly with killing. Gentle touches are new to Illumi, since his skin is used to getting cut, beaten and abused. The first time you dared ttrying to kiss his neck his body froze in the middle of one of your sessions. The kiss had made his body tingle in a very unfamiliar way. As he didn’t stop you, you continued, and following that was the first time you experienced the more gentle side of your husband. His focus was no longer on just being efficient, but rather on experiencing more of that new tingling sensation of your soft lips against his neck. His hips slowed down into a calmer and more sensual pace than the way his dick had thrust into you in an almost methodical way. As a reward he even brought one of his adept hands down to your clit to make you cum at the same time he did.

I don’t think he’d be embarrassed about liking getting his neck kissed, but I think it will puzzle him at first how much he enjoys it. Not only neck kissing, but touching him softly and stroking his back during sex or foreplay will make it more likely that he’ll feel motived to make the sex into less of a chore.

Outside of sex I think he really likes to get his hair brushed and generally taken care of by his wife. Be careful to be gentle though, as he doesn’t like you pulling his hair, and even doing so by accident will lead to some kind of punishment

HISOKA

Hisoka is another one of the trash men that doesn’t get embarrassed by anything. While Illumi can get puzzled by his enjoyment of some things, Hisoka is down right shameless. Nothing, and I repeat nothing, will make this man feel shameful.

Hisoka also has an unique talent of making any vanilla activity into something straight out of a porn movie. The reason being that his entire body is somewhat of an erogenous zone and that he’s, well, Hisoka, so the moaning will be extreme. Gently lick his neck and he’ll be like: *insert Hisoka’s crazy moaning here*

That being said, I can imagine him as being quite adaptive when it comes to his partner’s sexual preferences. If you’re kinky, he’s all for it, but I can see him enjoying vanilla sex as well from time to time, if that’s what you prefer. I feel like he’s more about his partner’s reactions, rather than exactly what is making those reactions happen. It would of course be situation based, as he sometimes would feel the need to be rough when he’s feeling pent up.

The most vanilla thing I can imagine, that even Hisoka can’t make kinky, is cuddling in bed while watching random reality TV. Hisoka actually enjoys cuddling a lot, so spending all day in bed lazily making out and occasionally having sex is something he’d enjoy. The sex would be soft, either missionary or some kind of spooning position combined with lots of kissing and groping. This could only take place after you’ve somehow managed to deplete his energy a bit, because if he’s feeling pent up or have some kind of project on his mind, he will not have time to spend all day in bed with you.

Lastly, he’d also enjoy massages and he will, for sure, always expect a “happy finish”.

CHROLLO

Despite being someone who mostly keeps people at a distance, Chrollo sometimes really enjoys sex where he’s embracing you. His favourite position being spooning you from behind, but sometimes plain old missionary will be his pick.

You were quite surprised the first time it happened. Chrollo has such a domineering personality and he’d usually demand complete obedience from you both in and outside the bedroom. It does however happen that you see a different side of him. It would happen late at night after you’ve both gone to bed. I see Chrollo as being a very lightl sleeper because of his upbringing in Meteor City. Said childhood has led to him having trouble relaxing when trying to fall asleep, so maybe the sex makes it easier for him to calm down. He’d hold your sleepy form close to his chest as he finishes inside you, falling asleep with you in his arms (inconsiderate bastard doesn’t think about the fact that you’ll need to get out of bed and clean yourself up after, unless you want cum seeping out of you all night).

Even if he won’t admit to it, it's really obvious that he really enjoys having his ears kissed and caressed. Chrollo is a very perceptive individual so his ears are very sensitive to any type of foreign touch. It’s probably also nice to give his lobes to get a little break from all the abuse from those ginormous earrings he’s wearing...

Chrollo is a also a man of deception and if he needs to play the role of a loving boyfriend to someone other than you to get what he wants, he’ll have no problem doing so. He’ll kiss his target lovingly and have the softest of vanilla sex. He says to himself that it’s all an act, but sometimes I think he’d find himself really enjoying the closeness and intimacy, since he usually puts himself above you when engaging in sexual acts. He’ll tell himself that he’s only enjoying it because he’s too immersed in the scenario he’s playing out with his target. This man is in denial and he’ll keep his soft moments far, far away from the troupe.

TW: Crack

He also really loves to recite gothic love poems that he wrote himself to you during intercourse. He’d hold his poetry book in one hand while he thrusts slowly in and out of you tenderly. It all ends in a crescendo as he reads out the last line as he cums, a single manly tear running down his cheek. (Sorry, I had to join the Drag Chrollo Gang haha).

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"No look, you gotta add 4 and then- " "Cal, can we just take a break please? We've been doing this all day and I just can't wrap my head around it anymore." Calum sighed before placing my pen in between the pages of my math book to use it as a bookmark before he shut it.

"Fine, I'm starving anyway. But you have to promise me to continue later, your exam is on thursday and you know you have to get at least 60% to pass." I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for reminding me, daddy." He smirked. "Shut up, you know you're only allowed to call me that in the bedroom." I hit his arm playfully, feeling my face heat up.

He stood up from the bar stool making his way into the kitchen. When I was about to follow him, he yelled "Go set up a movie, I'II prepare snacks." My lips curled into a smile, feeling relieved about finally being able to get my mind off numbers and equations.

While Netflix was getting ready I went to the bedroom to get some blankets and comfortable clothes, craving the feeling of my body getting lost in one of Calums oversized sweaters. When I returned to the living room, he was already scrolling through the options that the streaming website had to offer.

"What mood are we in today, ma'am?" He didn't take his eyes off the screen while talking to me, hoping to find something before I suggest a chick flick he's been trying to avoid watching.

"I don't care, you choose. Something funny, maybe." When I finished setting up the blankets, I found him looking at me questioningly, waiting for my reaction to Men in Black showing up on the TV screen. I nodded, literally not giving a fuck about what we're watching since I'm gonna end up falling asleep anyway. Calum hit play while I got under one of the blankets propping my feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch. He joined me a second later taking the bowl of popcorn with him and offering some to me which I accepted with a thankful smile.

Days like these were one of the reasons I loved staying at Calums place. He was always trying to help me out with school, listening to whats on my mind and being there for me, no matter what I was going through. Dancing and yelling along to our favorite bands songs was a daily must and movie nights were just as important.

Lately our friendship gained another beautiful aspect when we started sleeping with each other.

Neither of us had planned to be friends with benefits but when I crashed at his place after a party we went to and the sexual tension was way to prominent to ignore it, it just sort of happened. First we were agreeing on it being a one time thing because we wouldn't let sex ruin our friendship but when it happened again a few days later, we knew there was no going back.

Calum moved up to the backrest and put his arm around my shoulders, allowing me to rest my head against him. I never noticed he put down the bowl of popcorn until I felt his other hand trace circles on my thigh over the blanket. I grinned and grabbed it to play with his fingers which he seemed to enjoy as he chuckled slightly.

A few minutes later he let go off my hand to move his under the blanket, back onto my thigh. He turned his head towards me and I felt his lips brush my ear. "Have I ever told you that you look great in my shirts?" I smiled as I knew where this was going. "I'm not sure, why?" Calum lowered his head even more, kissing my neck right below my ear, knowing damn well it would drive me crazy. "Because you look fucking fantastic right now." My smirk grew even wider when he continued moving his hand towards my heat as his lips were exploring the sensitive skin of my neck. At this point I was craving them on mine and when I turned my head it only took him a split second to kiss me intensely.

Our tongues started dancing and I could taste every bit of him which I could never get enough of. By now his hand reached my hip where he slid it underneath the sweater, holding onto my waist. I moved my body so I was straddling him, allowing Calum to pull me even closer. My hands found their way to the back of his head, slightly pulling on the roots of his hair, causing him to moan into the kiss. He couldn't let that slide so he took my lower lip in between his teeth and moved both his hands into my shorts, grabbing my ass which made me gasp.

"As much as I love this on you", he pulled on the hem of the shirt "it needs to go now." I pulled away to yank it off my body, exposing my bare chest since I never put on a bra after showering in the morning. While I threw the sweater across the room I saw Calums lust filled eyes examine my naked body. I was never really confident about myself but moments like these, where he was looking at me as if I was the most beautiful piece of art he had ever seen in his entire life, made me feel like I was the only woman to ever exist.

Once the article of clothing hit the floor I went back to connect our lips again, already missing the feeling after only being parted from him for a few seconds. Calums hands were now roaming all over my back, pulling me closer against his chest even though I already didn't think there was any space left between us. Now it was me tugging on his shirt mumbling "off" as it was the only thing I was able to say in between our heated kisses. Calum got rid of it quickly before flipping us over and making me squeal. He was now on top of me, moving his hungry lips down my neck leaving a few marks before going further down until he reached my nipples which he sucked on intensely.

I threw my head back as my hands found their way back into his hair, tugging on it which only made him work even harder on my boobs. "God, Calum!" My sigh made him look up at me. "What, already enjoying yourself princess? Wait and see how good I'm gonna make you feel once I'm inside of you babygirl."

His hands continued playing with my tits while he pressed kisses all the way down my belly. Once he reached my shorts he let go of me to remove them in a swift motion, impatiently taking my panties with them. Instinctively I spread my legs even wider, inviting him to get a taste.

It didn't take him long to place his tongue on my clit and lick it sensually. I bucked my hips craving more pleasure but Calums hands quickly pushed them back down. He looked up at me with a smirk on his lips. "Patience, babygirl."

I lifted my head to look back at him. His lustful eyes analized mine before he went back to licking my heat, not breaking the stare while doing so. When he sucked on my clit harshly I threw my head back moaning loudly. Calums grip on my hips got tighter, his tongue moved faster and my voice got louder. By now his neighbours knew what was going on.

The knot in my stomach tightened and I was about to let go when Calum moved away. My head snapped up and my eyes searched for his face. He grinned back at me while letting a finger run through my folds. "We don't want you to cum already, do we?" My head fell back down in frustration. "Calum, please do something, anything!"

"Anything?"

"Uh-huh"

Suddenly I felt Calum push a finger inside me. I cried out and arched my back off the couch. He sat up and held onto my knee, making sure my legs stayed spread while he continued thrusting into me at a quick pace. Once more I felt my orgasm approaching and so did he, which made him stop his actions once more.

Not wanting to keep up with Calums games anymore, I sat up tugged on his hair so his face aligned with mine. I smashed my lips against his and pushed him against the backrest, climbing back onto his lap. I heard him raise his deep voice while I sucked on his neck.

"Feeling dominant, princess?"

"No, just no longer interested in you playing with me."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, Cal."

"Then beg for it."

I smirked. Cal loved to hear me plead to get the touch I'm craving and I was willing to do just that any day. I raised my head to look into his dark eyes, giving him what he asked for.

"Cal please, I need you deep inside of me now. I need to feel you, I need you to wreck me entirely, please baby."

The smirk on his lips showed off perfectly how much he enjoyed being in charge. "Normally I'd want to hear more of that but I want you just as much so get up." I listened, no longer able to tease him, longing to feel him filling me up.

As soon his pants and boxers joined the other discarded clothes on the floor he pulled me back onto his lap, immediately lining his member up with my entrance and pushing my hips down to slam inside of me. Both of us cried out at the sudden sensation and it took us a few seconds to adjust but when his hands slowly started guiding me I rocked against him. In a matter of a few minutes we were panting while holding on to each other tightly. Calums hands were tangled in my hair while my nails scratched over his tanned arms. My hips continued to rock against his in a steady rhythm, even when he thrusted against them, making me see stars. I was already sensitive from the two denied orgasms before so it didn't take me long to build up another one.

"Cal I'm- I'm about to-"

That was all he needed to hear to let go of my hair and bring his hand down to rub figure eights on my clit. "Go on babygirl, cum for me. You've earned it."

The combination of his dick buried deep inside off me, his thumb working on my clit and his deep voice groaning into my ear pushed me over the edge. I threw my head back and yelled his name while he continued to move my hips against him. Once I came down from my high I collapsed against Calums chest. He stopped his movements and held me until I regained my strength.

"Good job babygirl." He held my head and pressed a kiss against my forehead. "Do you think you can handle another one for me?" I nodded even though I wasn't sure about it but I desperately wanted to pleasure Calum as well as he pleasured me.

"Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees for me, will you?" I pressed my lips against him before nodding once more and doing what he requested me to.

I felt Calum come up behind me and slap my ass harshly before pushing back inside of me. I cried out and grasped the pillow, biting into my hand to not be too loud. When he noticed, Calum removed one of his hands from my hips to grab my hair and yank it back which caused me to moan loudly.

"Don't be shy princess, let everybody know how good I'm making you feel."

With every thrust the sensation of my hair being pulled made me moan louder and louder. Occasionally Calum slapped my ass which added to the pleasure that was flowing through my body. By now Calums movements were getting sloppier and he moaned more frequently. "God babygirl you're so tight I'm not gonna last much longer." I tried shaking my head but Calums grip on my hair made it impossible for me. "I'm close too, keep going."

That made him let go of my hair to bring his hand around my body to rub my clit. My moans got louder and I felt myself clench around him. Calum sped up his thrusts and started groaning loudly which meant he was close but desperately trying to make me cum before he does. To be fair, his actions made it hard for me to hold on any longer and when he hit a specific spot by pulling me closer to him, I hit my second high, collapsing onto the couch. My screams were concealed from pressing my face into the pillows but they were loud enough to push Calum over the edge . He stayed inside of me for a moment before pulling out and sitting back down on the couch, carefully caressing my hips until I calmed down. When I did I sat up and moved back next to him, cuddling into his chest.

"God damn Calum, that was amazing."

He nodded while holding my head against him with one hand, the other one tracing patterns on my thigh just like he did earlier. "Fuck yeah it was, possibly the best sex we ever had." I nodded to agree with him.

After we finished watching the movie we forgot about entirely,we stood up to put our clothes back on and clean the mess we made by unintentionally knocking several pillows off the couch. I excused myself to go to the bathroom to fix my hair and look at the marks Calum left on my neck. After I was looking decent again, I made my way back to the living room where Calum was already sitting in front of my math book again, patting the chair next to him. "Come on now babygirl, we gotta get back to your studies." I groaned but obeyed, knowing I had no other choice.

"Who knows" he began saying while leaning closer to me "maybe I'll reward you with round two once you get the hang of it."

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