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#You aren’t strong enough to date him.  Tell him it’s over.
angelofcigs · 8 months
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rafe cameron x f!innocent!reader 🤍🍰
warning: smut content ahead!! innocence kink and mutual pining. cheating on bf.
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As she packed her suitcase with day dresses, dinner dresses, denim, and loungewear (his sweatshirt, of course), her friends babbled on about the trip Y/N was going on with her boyfriend, Jackson.
“Seriously Y/N, this is a really big deal. Guys don’t just take their girlfriends on vacation with no secret intentions,” Annika, her best friend reasoned.
Folding dresses and tossing them by her bag, another friend, Emily spoke, “I mean c’mon, the two of you… alone on a trip… on the beach… with a beautiful Cape Cod house all to yourselves? Wouldn’t be surprised if he brought you along just to christen the house and give you a taste of what married life would be like with him.”
Scoffing, Y/N stuffed sandals into her bag, “Em, he’s not like that. I’m sure he just… wants to show me where he grew up. He talks about it all of the time, and it’s where he spends all of his summers, so I’ll finally get to see him y’know, in his element.”
Emily rolled her eyes, retorting, “Yeah, he definitely wants you in his element. He might even want in your element.”
Y/N and Annika laughed, Y/N squealing in response, “Seriously, stop. And so what if he does- I’ve made him wait long enough.”
“He’s a keeper if he’s waited this long without complaint. I wouldn’t even wait a year for a guy’s dick,” Annika reasoned.
Sensing her discomfort on the topic, the girls pushed her further.
“Aren’t you like nervous to fuck him?”, Emily questioned.
“I mean, you’re a virgin, and respectfully, looking like that, Jackson clearly isn’t.”
“I mean of course he’s gonna be experienced, but I just hope he knows how to handle a virgin.”
Annika, startled by her silence, peered over at Y/N and practically read her mind.
“Wait… he knows you’re a virgin, right??”
Shaking her head no, she dropped her head in embarrassment.
“Hold on, you’re going on vacation with your boyfriend of one year and he still doesn’t know you’re a virgin?!” Emily yelped.
Running her fingers through her hair in distress, she answered, “I mean, I figured I’d wait to tell him. He knows I’m waiting to have sex with him, I just told him that I make every guy wait at least a year to make sure they want me for me.”
Putting her hands to her face, Annika groaned, “Y/N, you are so fucking stupid.”
“What?”
“He knows you’ve dated guys longer than you’ve dated him, so that sounds like you’ve fucked them after waiting one year,” Emily deadpanned, “He thinks you’ve had sex before you dumbass.”
Y/N covered her mouth, in shock, failing to suppress the laughter that erupted from her.
“Oh shit.”
The three girls fell into a fit of laughter, but that didn’t fix Y/N’s conundrum: her boyfriend of a year, is taking her on vacation, and going to have sex with her thinking that she is experienced only to be met with an awkward and nervous virgin.
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Of course, the girls were planning to go to the boneyard before they found out about this issue, but now Y/N wanted to go even more, craving the forgetfulness a blackout could provide her.
Hooking her arms around Annika’s, the two chugged a beer, Y/N’s to drown the anxiety, Annika’s to have fun.
As Y/N was about to turn and walk to the keg for a refill, a strong arm pulled her back.
“Just take mine, sweetheart, don’t trust Maybank with mixin’ you a drink,” Rafe said, pushing his drink into her hand.
Y/N grew up alongside the Cameron family, so she knew everything about Rafe, including when he was tipsy. When he drank his southern accent grew stronger and stronger the more sips he took.
Grabbing a beer from a nearby cooler, he quickly returned. Cracking open the cap and sipping his beer, he eyed her over the brim of his cup. “Damn, what’s her problem?”, he nodded his head towards Y/N’s (and his) friend group in question.
Annika easily covered up the real reason Y/N was drinking so much, “She’s going on a big trip with Jackson tomorrow, she wants to leave the OBX on a high note,” she stated, throwing an arm around Emily’s shoulder.
Obviously drunk, Emily was quick to correct, “Nah, she’s getting sloshed because her boyfriend wants to fuck her and thinks she’s experienced but guess what, she’s a virgin!!”, she slurred, shouting in emphasis on the last part.
Before she could say anymore, Annika slapped the drink out of Emily’s hand onto the sand, diverting her from embarrassing Y/N any further.
The group still fell into a fit of laughter and howls, leaving her embarrassed. Just like she knew Rafe, he knew her and could tell when she wanted to leave. Asking no questions, he clasped her hand and tugged her away from the group with him, beginning the familiar walk to his house.
Easing his hand out of hers, he stuck one hand into his pocket, the other holding his beer.
Giving her a moment to think, he broke the silence in question, “Do y’wanna talk about it?”
Unleashing a heavy sigh, she yanked the beer bottle out of his hand, took a sip, and pushed it back to him. As he laughed, the girl sighed deeply and began.
“You know Jackson, right?”
He grinned, “Jackson, your asshole of a boyfriend for about a year? Yeah, I know him.”
Pushing his shoulder in annoyance, she continued, “We’ll, he invited me on this trip to the Cape, ‘cause that’s where he is originally from. And he’s been so excited about this trip,”
He nodded at her to proceed.
“He’s been so excited. He says it’s gonna be romantic and it’ll just be me and him.”
“So what’s the issue?” he smirked, knowing what the issue was, just desperate to hear her say it.
She sighed, “He… ummm. I guess I accidentally implied that I’ve had sex before, but I haven’t. And he’s had sex before like… a lot, I mean he’s told me before and I’m just worried that-“
“Why the fuck would he tell you he’s had a lot of sex?”, he said, narrowing his blue eyes.
“I don’t know but now he thinks I know what I’m doing when I don’t and he thinks it’s gonna be great but I know I’m gonna be so awkward,” she nervously rambled.
Holding the gate into Tannyhill’s yard open for her, he reiterated, “Why would he tell you he’s had a lot of sex before?”
“Rafe, that’s not the point.”
“But wouldn’t that still make y’a nervous even if you were experienced?”, he questioned.
“Yeah, I guess,” she admitted as the two sat down before the fading firepit on the patio.
Biting her nails, she began again, “I just, I don’t know what to do. I want it to be perfect for him, cause he’s taking me on this nice vacation and I’ve made him wait a year and he deserves it. But it’s so embarrassing to admit that I’m a virgin when he thinks I’m not.”
“Why would he be upset if you’re a virgin?”, he rolled his eyes, not at Y/N but at the nerve of her asshole of a boyfriend.
“I don’t know, I guess he just wants to have good sex, and I’m worried that… that I won’t be able to give that to him.”
A light bulb went off in his head. “And would this situation be better if you weren’t a virgin?”
She quickly answered, too upset to catch the subtle smile that appeared on his face as he spoke, “Yeah, it would. I wouldn’t have to worry about it. I mean I’m like, sick to my stomach anxious about this trip when I should be excited about it. I should be excited about meeting him at his Cape Cod house and having sex with him but I’m dreading it.”
“You know, that’s an easy fix, right?”
Her brows only furrowed in response.
“I’ll teach you. You won’t be a virgin and you won’t be nervous to go on a trip with him or have sex with him anymore,” he leaned back in his chair.
“But… I’d be cheating on him.”
Leaning closer to her, he reasoned, “Yeah, but you’d be doing it both for him and you, just like you said. Okay?”
Blinking her doubts away, Y/N agreed, “Okay.”
Kneeling on her seat closer to him, she hesitated one last time as he went in to kiss her, “No feelings, right?”
Though he’d be lying to say there were no feelings involved, he was too mesmerized by her glossy pink lips and desperate eyes, so he lied anyways.
“Right.”
Leaning in to kiss her, he wrapped an arm under her thighs and dragged her closer to him to straddle his lap.
Kissing her soft, strawberry lip gloss-coated lips, he quickly became addicted to the taste. As he swiped his tongue against her bottom lip, he pushed into her mouth, finally tasting her as their tongues danced. Groaning into her mouth, he pulled her body closer to his, making her dress ride up her thighs.
Toying with the hem of her dress, he kissed her jaw, down to her neck, sucking on that sweet spot below her ear, which he learned made her whine a certain way that had her grinding on his crotch. Both desperate for each other, constant whines left her throat, while groans and reminders of “I know,” left his.
Pressing her down on his clothed cock as she continued to grind on him, the two separated to stare at each other as they breathed and whined in unison. Once Rafe saw her let out a particularly high-pitched whine that left her head falling back, he picked her up and made his way to the pool house for more privacy.
As he walked there, she sucked on his neck, returning the favor. While she kissed him, he locked the pool house’s bedroom door behind him and laid her down on the bed.
Breathing heavily and lost staring at each other, Rafe could almost cum at the sight of her. Her hair was draped messily around her face, some she had to fix because it was stuck to her sticky lip gloss. And oh those lips, he looked at them and was practically drooling.
Pushing her dress further up her thighs to reveal her cotton panties, he pressed on the wet spot below her clit, and groaned with her. The sight of her spread out for him, with her head falling back in pleasure, and long red acrylic nails on her fingers playing with the cross resting between her collarbones made the sinful act of assisting his childhood best friend in cheating on her boyfriend just that much more sinful.
“Rafe”, she whined, begging for him once he removed his thumb from her clit.
“You’re positive that you want this?”, he quietly asked, praying that she’d say yes because he could barely hold himself back.
Still holding onto her necklace, he wished it was his initial she was holding onto instead of a cross.
Nodding yes at him, she was met with an immediate nod of disapproval.
“No,” he shook his head, slightly laughing, “No sweetheart.” Stroking her hip bone with his thumb, he used his other hand to hold her face, “You’ve gotta use your words.”
Drunk on both him and the alcohol they shared earlier, she could barely speak.
“Please, Rafe. Please.”
As he pressed his thumb back to her clit, he kept her legs spread with his other hand. Softly moaning at his touch, he praised, “Good girl”, and when he was met with another whine, he continued, “Such a good girl.”
Groaning at the sight before him, he subconsciously thanked her boyfriend for being such a jackass that it was Rafe who got to take her virginity, rather than Jackson.
Keeping his veiny hand on her stomach to keep her in place, he slipped two fingers past her soaked panties and teased her folds.
Matching her facial expressions, he moaned with her. Keeping his fingers busy inside of her, he tapped on her stomach, instructing her to slip her dress off, revealing her white lace bra. The lace perfectly sculpted her already perky tits and made her that much more irresistible. As he thrust his fingers in and out of her, he began kissing from her breasts down to her stomach. Once he got to the top of her panties and kissed below them as he removed them, she got the hint of what he was doing.
Her long nails treading through his dirty blonde hair, she brought his attention back to her.
“Rafe, you really don’t have to-”
Returning his fingers into her, he responded once she could no longer talk.
“Relax, sweetheart. I’m just showing you how he should get you nice and ready. You’ll be much more comfortable if you’re wet.”
Of course, he hoped that she’d never return to her shitty boyfriend after this experience with him. However, if she did, he knew he’d be setting her up for disappointment because her asshole of a boyfriend would never care to make her feel so comfortable or so good.
Still holding onto his hair, she tightened her grip as he thrust his fingers into her while tonguing her clit. As his long fingers worked their way further toward her spot, she could barely hold back the noises she was making.
“Rafe,” she moaned pornagraphically.
Eyes still on her face as he ate her out, he hummed in response, making her grip his hair even harder.
Sucking harshly on her clit, it wasn’t long before her thighs were closing around his face, and she came for him, creating a sight he wish he could have engraved in his brain.
Cleaning her cum off of her and sucking on his fingers as he moved up to kiss her red lips, she was already wet again.
Tasting herself on his lips, she groaned into his mouth and reached behind his shirt signaling him to remove it. Taking the hint, he slipped his t-shirt off, leading her to scratch her long nails down his abs down to the button of his pants.
Undoing the button and moving to her shaky knees, ready to suck him off, he was quick to stop her, though he knew he wanted it too.
“You don’t- you don’t have to, sweetheart, this is about you”, he reasoned gently.
She sighed, “But I want to. I wanna be able to suck Jackson off.”
Rafe’s mind was twisted by this. Yes, she just told him she wanted to suck his cock, a sight he’s been imagining in his bed and shower for years, but she also was still thinking about Jackson after he just ate her out and had her begging Rafe’s name.
Groaning in response, he asked, “What day do you leave to go visit him?”
Fixing her hair, she answered, “Tomorrow night.”
Pushing her down onto her back, he smirked “You can practice that tomorrow with me.”
Slipping out of his pants, he wrapped her legs around his hips and began making out with her.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, are you always this wet?”, he groaned as he toyed with her pretty pussy.
She didn’t answer, only showing her desperation by tugging on the waistband of his boxers.
Stepping out of his boxers, Y/N stared at his cock, thick and veiny with precum leaking from the tip.
While holding himself between her legs, ripping open a condom between his teeth, he caught her eyes and sweetly kissed her lips.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit”, he promised.
If he wasn’t close to cumming enough, he almost came right there when she reached her small hand down to his large one to help roll down his condom.
“You’re so good f’me”, he groaned.
Looping her arms around his neck and shoulders, she prepared for the pain all of her friends told her about.
Running the tip of his dick against her folds, he kissed around her face and neck, “Relax, you know I’ll take care of you, right?”
She stared up at him and pulled him down to kiss her lips. Holding himself up with his hand next to her head, he held the tip of his cock and rubbed it through her folds, turning her into a whining mess.
“Please Rafe, please”, she pleaded against his lips.
Smirking as he kissed her, he tapped his tip directly onto her clit, making her body squirm in response.
Finally placing himself at her entrance, he slowly pushed into her, groaning loudly at the tightness.
Though he was overwhelmed with her tightness and the way she gripped onto his shoulders for support, he stopped, allowing her to adjust to his size.
Beginning to whimper in pain with tears beginning to pool in her eyes, he calmed her, “I know, I know, sweetheart. You’re squeezing me so well, you know that? So fuckin tight.”
Reaching down to rub her clit, he smirked at the girl when her whimpers turned to whines of pleasure.
“Yeah, you like that, huh? Such a good girl, takin’ me so well.”
Kissing his lips in gratitude, she noted how he tasted like beer and mint gum, and also, like herself.
Pushing further into her, he made out with the whimpering mess below him and teased her clit to distract her.
Once his full length was inside of her, he had her panting at how full she felt.
“That’s it, baby”, he praised pressing his hand down on the bulge he created in her stomach, “Look how well you’re takin’ me, sweetheart. Your pretty little pussy is takin’ me so well.”
Getting worked up by his words, he grinned once she finally asked him to start moving.
Beginning to pull out of her, the two moaned in unison.
Setting a slow pace, he pressed down on the bulge of her stomach and rubbed her clit.
Panting, holding onto his wrist that was pressing her stomach, she begged.
“Faster, faster.”
Creating a perfect rhythm of his hips hitting hers and his fingers rubbing figure eights on her clit, his mouth watered when he saw her hips begin to thrust back into him.
Thrusting harder to make his balls hit her round ass, she moaned loudly. Reaching behind her to quickly unclip Y/N’s lace bra, he threw it across the room, pounding into her while sucking her nipples, turning her into a babbling mess, her head now thrashing back and forth and back arching.
“Yeah, you like that huh sweetheart? You like bein’ fucked like this?” Pulling up from her nipples, he sucked hickeys on her neck, leaving marks no concealer could ever cover.
Feeling that band inside of her begin to snap, she moaned, “Oh my God Rafe, gonna cum, gonna cum.”
Rubbing her clit harder, and somehow plowing into her at an even harsher and faster speed, he leaned back to watch the girl of his dreams fall apart for him.
“Yeah, you’re gonna cum for me huh?”, he asked, Y/N whining in response. “I know baby, I know, feel you clenching around me.”
Groaning at the sight of her, he was on his final straw too.
“Come for me baby, I’m right behind you. C’mon, make a mess all over me.”
Rubbing her clit, he worked her through her orgasm as he finally came with one final thrust inside of her.
Though his orgasm faded, he continued hers, staying still inside of her while rubbing her clit hard, making Y/N scream his name in response, clenching around him a second time.
“Gonna cum for me again, huh sweetheart? Let go f’me, you’re so close.”
As she thrashed and screamed while clenching around him a second time, she saw stars and only stars until she looked down to see Rafe proudly licking her clean, her flinching at the sensitivity.
“Didn’t know you were a squirter?”, he smirked at her, holding her legs tightly around him so that she couldn’t escape his tongue.
Breathing heavily, she pulled Rafe up and off of her, stopping to stare at him as he pulled the full condom off of his cock.
His calloused hand grabbed her face, tracing her cheekbone and coming down to her lips, where she kissed his thumb and began to suck on his finger as she, like a siren, gazed into his lost eyes.
“You’re so good for me, sweetheart. So, so good”, he whispered to her as she leaned her tired head into the palm of his warm hand.
Laying her back down on the bed to rest, he stepped away, and in the blink of an eye was back from the bathroom with a warm wet towel in his hand, along with water and Advil.
Feeling him spread her legs apart again, she whined, thinking he was going to make her cum a fourth time.
Seeing her squirm with the little strength she had left, he comforted, “Relax, I'm just cleaning you up.”
Rubbing the wet towel between her folds, she whimpered at the sensitivity, making him rock hard again. He groaned, “I know, I know it hurts.”
Pulling the towel away from her cunt and moving up to her body, he pulled her arms, which were covering her flustered, away from her body to grab her attention.
“Can y’a do something for me, doll?”
The way he was holding her in his arms, staring at her with glossed-over eyes as if she were the only girl for him, she nodded, knowing she’d do anything for him as long as he kept looking at her like that.
“I need you to drink this water, and take the Advil. If you feel sore now, just wait till tomorrow morning- you'll barely be able to walk,” he smirked, unable to hold back his ego.
Moving the hair out of her face, he moved to pull boxers on and let her slowly drink the water and swallow the pain medication.
“C’mere,” he called, pulling her close to him in comfort, and picking her up to bring her to the bathroom.
Setting her on the counter, he walked away and leaned on the door frame, “You know what to do, right?”
“Mhmmm,” she hummed, far too entranced to think any thoughts.
Closing the door behind him, he walked away to give her privacy, though he just saw her in the most intimate and compromising of positions.
After she peed, she stared at the reflection before her in the mirror.
She looked into the mirror, thinking do I look different? cause I don't feel different. i mean, yeah it was amazing, but i still feel like me.
She stared at her bitten and red bruised lips, Rafe never leaving her mind.
Fuck, she thought, I just lost my virginity to my best friend and cheated on my boyfriend. Why did I like it?
Washing her face with cold water, Y/N tried to knock some sense into herself.
Fuck, why did I like it?
Worried about her, Rafe lightly knocked on the door, “Everything ok?”
Turning off the faucet, she pats her face dry with a towel, “Yup, I'm good. Never better.”
Never better? Way to really boost his ego, Y/N.
Taking a moment before she left the bathroom, she heard his voice again.
“Do you wanna order food or somethin’? I'm sure you're exhausted but we gotta get some food in you if you want me to teach you more before your big trip.”
Opening the door, she walked out to check her phone, which was filled with missing calls and unopened texts from none other than Jackson.
“Fuck, um - sure, Rafe. Order whatever you want, I'm down for anything.”
Clicking his order at a late-night sushi place, where he knew her order like the back of his hand, he smirked at the thought of what tomorrow could prevail.
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read part two here!
hiiii! happy to be back. ive been struggling mentally, and having some health problems, but I did my best on this one because you guys deserve it. you all are the best and your messages and comments and any interaction really provides me so much happiness and strength. I hope you are all having a wonderful day or night or 4am read, and make sure you are getting enough sleep and drinking enough water- get a snack if you’d like to, too. appreciate you all more than you know it, Angel
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borathae · 6 months
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"Your husband, who is your lovely sub on normal days, asks if he could take the lead for once."
Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader 
Genre: married life!AU, Smut
Warnings: switchy Dom!Jungkook, switch!Reader, basically he wants to be Dom but ends up having quite a subby approach to the entire scene, he is so cute!, slightly bratty!Reader, he shows off his bratty side as well, he lets a few "Mommy"s slip because he is cute, sex in the playroom, leather handcuffs, he ties her to the bed with ropes, suit kink as he keeps his suit on during sex, lap sitting, he is a giggly tease, body worship, nipple licking, temperature play with peach juice, edging (f.receiving), oral (f.receiving), vaginal fingering, use of a rabbit vibrator, use of lube, strength kink, some dirty talk, he calls her "his queen", giggly aftercare, Kookie slips right back into sub-mode the moment the scene ended, they’re so in love!!
Wordcount: 9.7k
a/n: Okay you guys, you know that I love aaol!Kook and his subby nature very much, but this idea came to me one night and wouldn't want to leave me. So enjoy, this is him being the Dom in a scene I am *gulps* have fun besties 😩💜
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Your husband had a request last night. It was the type of request he never made before and one you most definitely didn’t expect to ever hear from him.
“Can I dom you?”
The question fell during dinner, leaving you to look at him with widened eyes.
“It’s just that, that…”
He began stuttering then, fondling with his own ear nervously.
“...you know that I, uhm, you know how we, uhm. You know uhm. You know how we once talked about how I’m kinda only subbing for the right woman and that I’m actually a switch? You know it, it was on our first date. You know?”
You assured him that yes of course you remember.
“Yeah okay I uh. Uhm. Uh. Mmh, yeah. I was, uh.”
You had to tell him then, “Jungkook, please don’t be so nervous, there is no reason for it”, which calmed him down enough that he could finish his sentence properly.
“It’s just that, I was thinking that maybe we could, you know, switch it up for once? Just, just once obviously and I, I don’t wanna invalidate you as a Dom.”
“You aren’t, my love”, you told him to which he seemed rather assured.
“Okay good, so uhm. What do you think? Could I be, uhm, could I be the Dom for once? Just once? Please? Once?”
Jungkook looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes ever and so you told him in the most nonchalant of ways that “yeah sure, let’s switch it up. But ain’t calling you Daddy.”
“Ew hell no, that’s just gross. You’re literally the same age as me.”
At that you had to laugh, “but Jungkook dear, you call me Mommy too.”
“Well, that’s different because you’re hot and like totally my type.”
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A day has passed between that conversation and the current moment. You have just come home, now in the middle of hanging up your coat when Jungkook calls for you.
“My love, can you come here for a moment?”
“Coming! Just gotta get rid of my bag!” you tell him, doing exactly that.
You find Jungkook in the living room once you are done undressing. He is sitting on the chaise lounge by the window, still wearing a suit. Well, parts of it at least. A black and terribly tight button up is tucked into his equally as tight and as black slacks. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up, revealing his strong, lower arms to you. His favourite Rolex sits around his wrist. The suit jacket he had draped on the chaise lounge beside him.
“Hey there handsome, how was your day?” you greet him.
“Good. Yours?”
“Good too, just kinda stressful.”
“Yeah stressful?”
“Yeah very. But it’s alright because I’m home now. With you.”
Jungkook gives you a shy grin. You let your eyes run over his chest. He has three of his buttons open, leaving little to your imagination.
“But what’s with you. Why are you still in your suit?” you ask him.
“It’s not my work suit.”
“It’s not?”
Jungkook smirks and spreads his legs rather cockily.
“Come here, my love”, he says, carrying a certain rasp in his voice.
“Oh? Okay”, you chuckle, “is this already part of your plan?”
“Yeah maybe”, he straightens up the closer you come.
“Is it now? What about dinner?”
“Wanna take you out afterwards. It’s not good to play with a full stomach anyway”, he tells you, following the sway of your hips with his eyes, “now sit”, he says, tapping his lap.
You smile fondly, climbing on top of his lap in a way so that you were facing him. Your knees are caging in his hips and you have your hands hooked behind his neck.
“Like this?” you ask, playing with his undercut at the nape of his neck.
“Perfect”, he says and places his hands on your hips to massage them gently. He scans his eyes over your body, “you’re so beautiful, my love.”
“Oh? Thank you. I feel like a mess. I was sweating so much today.”
“I don’t even see it. You are so beautiful.”
“Thank you, Bunny.”
“No, no. Call me by name tonight”, he pauses, “if it’s alright with you, of course”, he adds in a whisper.
“By your name?” you stifle a chuckle, but Jungkook is looking at you with dead serious eyes, “fine. Thank you, Jungkook”, you coo, fluttering your lashes at him.
Jungkook nods his head and runs his hand up your back. He gives your body a gentle squeeze when he reaches your upper back, then begins dancing his hands down to your hips again.
“How was your day, my love? Honestly”, he asks with his attentive eyes solely focused on you. He loves listening to you.
“It was good. Just really hot and the last two lectures kinda ruined me. I’m so tired”, you say and rest your head on his shoulder, “but that’s amazing. You’re so snuggly.”
Jungkook kisses your hair and rubs his hands up and down your back. His touch is so nice, making you tingle in a comforting manner. 
“Are you in the mood for kink? I know I’m kinda surprising you right now.”
“No, I knew you would. We talked about it, didn’t we?”
“Mhm, yeah. But moods can change, especially after a long day.”
“No, I still want it. I was looking forward to tonight. I’m so curious to what you have planned.”
“It’s gonna be so good”, he says and wiggles.
“Yeah?"
“Mh-hm, I put a lot of thought into it and worked with the wishes you told me yesterday. I really worked so hard on it.”
“Uuh Bunny, that sounds intriguing.”
“I know, oh Mommy I’m so-”, he stops and wiggles out of your hug. He pouts at you, “no Bunny”, he frowns cutely, “and you’re not my Mommy tonight. No.”
You laugh, caressing his cheeks, “you’re cute. But fine. I’ll behave. What do you have planned, Jungkook?”
“First, tell me your rights”, he says.
“Well, I have the right to vote and the right to voice my opinion freely, there is also the right to-”
“No ___, don’t ruin my plan”, Jungkook whines, sending you a pleading look.
You chuckle. He is so adorable. You are pretty sure that if you truly acted bratty, he would just straight up break into tears because of feeling way too overwhelmed. Poor, sweet boy. Maybe you should cut him some slack for now. After all, Jungkook has a talent for planning scenes. You are sure that he put a lot of effort into tonight.
“Fine”, you give in, “Green, yellow and red. Snap my fingers three times or hum happy birthday. Also don’t you dare call me a good girl or I will end the scene immediately.”
“Yes, that’s it. I understand”, Jungkook says, nodding his head, “do you want this?”
“Yes Jungkook, I do.”
“Good”, he lowers his eyes playfully, “you know? I did some thinking today.”
“You did?”
“Mhm yeah. I was thinking about all the ways I could ruin you.”
“Ruin me?” you gasp, feeling genuinely surprised.
“Yeah”, Jungkook lowers his eyes playfully, “you always put so much effort into making sure I’m a complete mess, so I put a lot of thinking into what I could do to you.”
“You did?” you ask him, finding more and more enjoyment in the scene.
“Yeah”, he smirks playfully, “why don’t you clean up and get pretty for me and I’ll show you?”
“You’ll show me?” you ask huskily, moving closer.
Jungkook looks at your lips with half-lidded eyes.
“Yeah”, he rasps, “upstairs.”
A shiver runs down your spine, making your hips squirm on top of his lap.
“You really prepared it upstairs?”
“Yeah, like we talked about”, he says cockily, “I also put out something for you to wear.”
“Fuck Bunny, you-”
“Uh, nuh”, he silences you by pressing his finger against your lips, “aren’t you forgetting something here?”
“Jungkook”, you murmur, gawking at him with widened eyes, “I meant Jungkook.”
“Better”, he rasps and caresses your chin with two of his fingers, “now off you go, get cleaned up and pretty and then come upstairs. I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Fine, geez you’re really into this role aren’t you?” you murmur, stumbling off his lap with slightly wobbly knees.
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Jungkook told the truth. He really prepared something to wear for you. One of his shirts. Babyblue and oversized. It is resting on your bed with a single red rose and a little note on top of it. You aren’t surprised that he chose something so domestic and casual. He loves it when you wear his clothes and quite frankly, you expected him to choose domestic attire for you.
You decide to get washed up first and read the note later.
Once done and with your body finally smelling and feeling clean again, you sit down on the edge of the bed, putting on the shirt. It fits you perfectly, smelling just like him. Once you took a good whiff of him, you reach for the note and the finely wrapped chocolate praline he placed beside it. You let it melt on your tongue as you read.
“A flower and chocolate for my Queen. PS: No panties please ;) Love, Jungkook.”
You smile, folding the note neatly and placing it next to the rose.
“You’re so cute, Bunny”, you murmur, leaving the bedroom to finally hurry upstairs.
You are so excited for what he has planned. You know that whatever he thought of will be fun. The two of you had a long and thorough conversation about your likes and dislikes last night, so you know that Jungkook must have taken great advantage of the knowledge. He is your amazing husband after all.
You knock three times and wait with a racing heart.
“Come in!”
You take a deep breath and finally slip inside.
The playroom doesn’t look much different than it normally does. Except that Jungkook turned on all the moodlights and he changed the once red PVC cover for the black one. It fits well with his outfit.
“Look at you”, he says, leaving the place by the backlit window to strut to you, “you look fucking stunning.”
“Thank you”, you say, “and thank you for the rose and chocolate.”
“Of course”, he says, taking your hand to place a soft kiss on top of your knuckles, “anything for my Queen”, he rasps, looking at you with playful eyes.
He leaves you all hot and bothered. This cocky, flirty attitude suits him so well.
“So”, you begin, “finally ready to tell me what you have planned for me?”
Jungkook straightens up solely to begin circling you like a predator would its prey. His steps are confident, the sound of his shoes are loud on the floorboards.
One.
Two.
He is standing just about behind you, placing his hand on your lower back. He leans in, making sure that you would feel his breath tickle your neck.
“Patience”, he whispers, inching his hand closer and closer to your front. He presents a flute of a sparkling beverage to you. It reflects the red lights, “for you.”
“What’s that?” you gasp, eyeing it with slight shock in your tummy.
“Sparkling peach juice”, he says and giggles, “I wanted to treat you to something yummy.”
“Oh dear, you had me worried that you got alcohol for a sec”, you say, accepting the flute gladly.
“Never”, he says and snakes his arm around you so he could clink glasses with you. He ghosts his lips over your neck as he does, sending shivers down your spine, “to a wonderful evening”, he rasps.
“Yeah”, you agree and guide the glass to your lips. Jungkook does the same with his’. One sip and then he ghosts his lips over your neck again. They are cold from the juice, their kisses leave wet spots on your skin. Jungkook lets his breath swirl over them, intensifying the sensation to the max. It also doesn’t help that his unoccupied hand is running up and down your waist, reminding you just how warm his touch feels.
“I’m so obsessed with you”, he whispers, nibbling on the spots he marked to get rid of the juice, “I can’t stop looking at you in this shirt”, he says, letting his lips brush against the shell of your ear.
The shiver running down your spine leaves you seeking his closeness. You lean into him, sipping on the juice.
“Means I’m yours”, you whisper, listening to his breath hitch.
“Mine?” he repeats, voice shaky.
You smirk triumphantly, “yeah, yours. When you’re on business trips I always put it on, it’s like you’re right there with me.”
“My love”, Jungkook is almost growling, pressing himself into you while his hand grips your hip strongly. He buries his face in your neck, purring deeply.
You giggle, stumbling from how aggressively he is gripping you and with just how much vigour he is grinding into you. You knew it. This would drive him insane. You solely did it to get him that way. Desperate and oh so turned on.
“Fuck, you drive me insane”, he rasps, “I wanna treat you so fucking right.”
His hand rests itself on your stomach, pressing your body back into him. You fall gladly, moaning softly when your ass brushes against his growing cock.
You have to look at him. You just have to.
“Goddamn Kook, what’s gotten into you?”
He looks into your eyes, “why? Do you not like it? Did I do something wrong?” he asks panickedly.
“No, it’s just. You’re actually into that role, aren’t you?”
He nods his head, “I spent my entire day thinking about it”, he confesses and giggles cutely, “I couldn’t concentrate at work at all because all I could think about was us and, and you and just how excited I am for tonight.”
“Well, that’s not good. You shouldn’t do that, baby”, you say, caressing his cheek.
“I know, but I couldn’t help it Mommy, I just-”, he falters, lowering his eyes at you, “don’t do that”, he whines.
“Oh, cutie”, you laugh.
“Hey don’t laugh, it’s not funny. You’re so mean, you gotta give me a chance too.”
“I am, I am. Don’t worry”, you assure him, snickering.
He huffs out air, pouting.
“Fine”, you twirl, placing your hand on his chest, “I’ll try to behave from now on.”
“Thanks”, he says, relaxing. He touches your side, massaging it slowly while his eyes race over your features.
“I’ll try, can’t promise that I’ll succeed”, you say, smirking.
“Mhm, that’s enough for me”, he says, pulling you closer, “thank you, my love. I really need this, so thank you.”
He is so sweet. You are melting on the spot. He is so, so sweet.
“Now”, you say and shotgun the rest of your juice, “finally wanna tell me what you have planned for me?”
“Well first”, he says and takes your hand, “follow me.”
He leads you to the bed, sitting down and pulling you on top of his lap in a way so that your legs would tangle down on one side of him and your back was supported by his arm. The glasses are placed on the floor for now.
The other hand he slips between your legs, feeling up your inner thigh with teasing precision. You really want to squirm because of it. His touch is like fire on your skin.
“What would you say if I told you that I want to put handcuffs around your wrists? And then make you lie on the mattress while I feel up every inch of you?”
“Handcuffs you’re saying? What kinda handcuffs?”
You are acting oblivious on purpose. In reality, you knew exactly of what handcuffs he is talking. You talked about it last night.
He nods his head to the side, pulling your attention to the black leather cuffs currently resting beside him on the bed. You know these cuffs. They have been around Jungkook’s wrists a hundred times before.
“Those seem familiar.”
“Mhm probably. They’re comfy, trust me.”
“Yeah? Have experience with them?”
He smirks playfully, looking at your lips, “maybe.”
“That’s hot. Someone so strong and manly all tied up. That’s so hot”, you coo, swirling your nail up his exposed chest.
Jungkook purrs, moving closer until your lips are touching. One second of gazing. His hand moves, his finger brushes over your pussy. A gasp slips past your lips.
“No panties”, he says and smiles, “you listened. I like that.”
He is tracing your thigh as he speaks. He is so close to your middle that you would only have to move a little and you could have his touch. One more time. The first touch felt so good.
“I thought I’d make it easier for you”, you whisper, chasing him in a squirm.
“You did so well”, he praises, “now”, he pauses his touches, hovers his finger just above your clit, “can you tell me what you think of the idea, mhm?”
Again. He knew exactly what you thought of it because you told him last night. You were into it and you trusted him. It was still terribly exciting to hear you consent to it once again.
“It’s alright.”
“Alright?”
You giggle playfully, making Jungkook frown. It’s actually quite a sexy look on him.
“Kidding. I like it”, you say, grinning when this makes Jungkook roll his eyes at you.
“Pick them up.”
“Huh?”
“Pick up the handcuffs”, Jungkook repeats the order. His voice sounds sterner than before.
You follow with a chuckle, snatching them from the mattress to tangle them from your fingers instead.
“And now?”
“Put them around your wrist.”
“Like this?” you ask, messing it up on purpose.
Jungkook grabs your wrist harshly, genuinely flustering you. He is still frowning, working skillfully to close the shackles. First your right then your left. He twists the chain between them and tugs your hands closer. 
“Like this”, he says.
“Well damn. That’s one way to do it”, you murmur, gazing into his dark eyes.
“How do they feel?” he asks.
“Good”, you rasp, gawking at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, you’re just really hot”, you say, making him blush and lower his eyes. 
“Heh”, he lets out, gazing into your eyes. His hand slips between your legs again, massaging your inner thigh. You feel hot instantly, tensing your muscles in desperation. 
And as he runs his fingers over your skin, he continues talking.  
“I want to hook you to the bed by the handcuffs. What do you think of that?”
“Sounds constricting.”
“Yeah”, he places his hand over your pussy, moving his fingers as slowly as possible. 
You gasp because of it, parting your legs.
“I promise that it’ll feel nice. Like this”, he rasps, parting your folds with two of his fingers. He feels you up. Once. Twice. His touch retreats, desperation remains. 
“Jungkook”, you breathe, closing your fingers around a bundle of his shirt. 
Jungkook’s hooded eyes flit down to them, the right corner of his lips curls into a smirk. He touches your inner thigh, basking in the squirm you do because of it. 
“Can I call you cute?” he asks. 
“Cute?”
“Are you comfortable with being called that way?”
“Only when you say it. Why?”
He moves closer, squeezing your thigh and eliciting a loud gasp from you. His dark eyes flit to your lips, his breath tickles you as he speaks.
“Because you’re so fucking cute when you squirm for me”, he rasps, sending shivers down your spine. 
“Goddamn it, Kook”, you whisper, aching for a kiss. 
Jungkook purrs and smirks. He stubs you with his nose, getting to his feet afterwards with you in his arms bridal style. His muscles tense, he bounces you in his arms twice to get a better grip. And you are dizzy. Seriously, you are dizzy. You expected anything, but not for Jungkook to be so good at controlling a scene. 
Jungkook sets you down on the bed carefully, placing you in the middle of it and soothing you by caressing your cheek. 
“Are you comfortable?” he makes sure.
“Yeah, I am”, you assure him.
“Okay. Good. Lift your arms, I’m tying you down”, he orders and you obey. 
He grabs the rope, guiding it to your handcuffs to tie you down. He prepared the rope for tonight. Black tossa yute. He likes the feel of it and the colour. He thinks that it fits the overall vibe he is trying to go for. Dark and mysterious.
Jungkook finishes the knot, running his fingers down your arms and making you writhe in the process. His touch tingles like crazy.
“How is that?” he asks you. 
“Good”, you answer him, studying his face, “what now?”
“Now? I’m taking my time with you. You’re so beautiful, It’d be a shame not to”, he says, sitting down at the edge of the bed. He pulls one knee up, placing his arm across your waist. Like this, he is propped up on his hand, facing you with sparkly eyes. 
He runs them up and down your torso and as the seconds become longer and longer, those sparkles get replaced by hungry fire.  
You feel on fire too. Sharing silence with him. Being gazed upon. Building tension. Jungkook hasn’t touched you yet and somehow this is driving you insane. 
Jungkook moves. Finally. His touch lays itself upon your stomach. His warmth seeps through the shirt, your skin is covered in goosebumps. He caresses you, squeezes you afterwards. Strong and desperate. 
Jungkook locks eyes with you. They are dark and half-lidded. 
“You’re so fucking sexy in my shirt”, he rasps, voice deeper than usual, “I’m so addicted to you.”
“Addicted?” you gasp.
“Yeah”, he purrs, running his hand up your tummy and sternum until he reaches your throat. He doesn’t touch it, knowing that you don’t want him to go there. Instead he lifts his hand so only his fingertips are touching you. He tugs at the collar of the shirt, giving you a glimpse of what he will do next. “I’m running on nothing but you.”
You feel good from his sweet words. He always knows what to say. Jungkook slips his fingers to the upper most button of the shirt. 
“Can I start to undress you?” he asks
“Yes, you can”, you allow him, feeling incredibly safe right now. You didn’t for a second feel fear for tonight. There is a reason why you don’t want to sub. Not only for the most obvious one that Domming just feels a lot better to you and it comes natural to you, but also because being a sub in the past hurt you. The men you had to sleep with at your job hurt you, fucked you into non-consensual submission and left without making sure to fix what they broke. Quite frankly, being someone’s sub traumatised you.
But you weren’t scared of tonight because you aren’t scared of Jungkook. You could never be scared of Jungkook. Especially not when it comes to kink. He respects you, loves you and cherishes you. You told him that you needed him to ask permission for every new step he takes and he does. He is asking, going slow, making sure that he only proceeds once he gets your clear verbal consent. This is everything you needed and Jungkook is showing you once again that you can always trust him and count on him. And it is enough to make you feel safe enough that you willingly let yourself get tied up and therefore rendered helpless.
He undresses you slowly. Button by button. Each time he opens a new one, he feels up your skin with featherlight touches. There are ten buttons on his shirt, by the time you mentally counted to ten, you are aching for his touch. You really, really are. 
Jungkook retreats his hand, letting the situation hang in the air. Your shirt is still closed except for a little slit having formed in the middle. Technically you are still dressed, but feel naked already. Naked and desperate. 
“How was that?” he asks you. 
“Good”, you get out, “Jungkook, hurry up.”
“Patience”, he soothes you, caressing your hip. 
“I hate patience”, you say and huff out air. 
“No you don’t, you’re telling me to be patient all the time”, he retorts and goddamn it hits right where it hurts the most.
“No need to throw my own bomb back at me”, you mumble, making him snicker.
You send him a pout, one that Jungkook wipes away instantly with a soft caress to your chin.
“You’re so cute”, he whispers, making you roll your eyes fondly.
He retreats his hand, touching your exposed collarbone instead. 
“I’ll get on top of you for now. Is that okay?” 
“Yeah, it’s okay.”
“Good, that’s good”, Jungkook says and climbs on bed, claiming his spot right atop your lap. His slacks are struggling around his thighs and butt, stretching to their limit. The view is seriously making your mouth water. 
Jungkook sits down on you. Nicely heavy and warm. That’s how he feels. And weirdly enough, he feels in charge. Despite how normally submissive he is in this position, tonight he feels in charge and you are starting to enjoy it more and more. At least for tonight. He is so hot when he is bossy. 
Your eyes flit from his meaty thighs to his hands. He is currently fixing the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, making sure that you get the perfect view of his lower arms and working fingers. He ends it by running his fingertips down his own skin, rocking back and forth on you just once. 
He is so hot without even trying. No wonder you’re so irrevocably in love with him.
He lowers himself, hands coming to rest on each side of your head and dark eyes running over your face.
“You’re so pretty”, he rasps.
“And you’re drooling.”
“Mhm proudly”, he says, giving you a cute grin, “I’ll start to open your shirt now and I’ll touch you as I do. Are you ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Good. Relax for me, my love. You’re in good hands”, he whispers and sits up, placing his hands on your tummy to feel up your torso. He stops once he reaches the collar of your shirt, hooking his fingers in it to tug it open. 
And so it begins. The addicting game of undress. Jungkook goes slow, eyes running over your body adoringly and fingers tracing your skin ever so often.
“I love it when you wear my shirts”, he whispers in a raspy voice.
“I know, you’re not good at hiding it”, you say, gazing at him.
“Who said I wanna hide it?”
“Hah. Sweet talker.”
“Mh-hm yeah”, he lets out and lowers his lips to your neck. He kisses the tender spot where your neck meets your collarbone. You find yourself sighing his name because of it, rolling your head to the side to give him better access. 
One Jungkook takes gladly, trailing his kisses along your neck while his fingers feel up your upper sides. His touch tickles in an amazing way. 
“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, “I’m so lucky. Seriously so lucky”, you adds and swirls his tongue down your neck. 
“Ah”, you let out at the sensation, writhing in bliss. His tongue is so wet and warm, leaving behind a tingling cold sensation where the air hits your skin. 
Jungkook wraps his lips around a spot on your upper chest and sucks. It feels gentle at first until a small sting shoots through you. 
“Kookie”, you let out and luckily for you, Jungkook slips his lips from your skin to kiss a loving trail down to your breasts.
“My queen”, he whispers, “you’re mine. All mine. I love my queen so much”, he says and lifts his gaze to look at you.
“I love you too”, you tell him with a fluttering tummy. 
“Heh”, he lets out and lowers himself back to your chest, “my love, can I worship your breasts?”
“Yes, you can.”
“Thank you, you are so beautiful. I wanna make you feel so good”, he whispers and begins kissing your skin. He moans and sighs as he does, running his hands over your curves and rocking his hips back and forth on your lap. 
It feels so good. He is so gentle in his touches and loving in his kisses. Every second with him feels like a dream. A warm and safe dream. By the time Jungkook lifts his lips from your chest for the first time, you are so charged in pleasure that you actually whine.
“What was that?” he asks, tracing your ribs right under your breasts.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” he smiles boyishly, “are you sure? Because it sounded like a whine to me.”
He makes you frown and pout. He chuckles because of it, wiggling his hips.
“You’re a tease”, you get out and arch your back, “fuck Kookie, my nipples are sensitive.”
“I know, they’re really swollen too”, he says and rubs his fingers against them. The touch makes you arch into him again, forcing your lips to produce a soft moan. Jungkook circles his hips and moans with you, “that feels so good. Your nipples are so, so pretty.”
“Kook, seriously”, you sigh, “it’s driving me insane.”
“It’s starting to work, doesn’t it?”
“What does?”
“My plan to ruin you.”
You open your eyes, sending him a look. Jungkook snickers because of it, giving you a playful smile. 
“Look at you enjoying this”, you murmur, “so mean.”
He snickers with even more boyishness in his eyes, sliding his hands to your waist and leaning some of his weight on you. 
“Are you still enjoying it?”
“I am. A lot.”
“That’s so nice to hear. Oh Mommy, I’m so happy”, he says and leans down to smooch your lips. He cups your cheeks, rubbing his nose against yours as he wiggles his hips, “do you really like it a lot?”
“Yes, I really do. You feel so good.”
“Oh god, Mommy”, he giggles, “that makes me so, so happy. I wanna be such a good Dom to you, Mommy.”
“You’re cute, Bunny. Also, I thought I’m not your Mommy tonight?”
“Oh”, Jungkook lifts his head, blinking at you with widened eyes, “I uh…”
You laugh, “don’t worry, love. I’m just gonna act like you didn’t say that.”
“God”, he lowers his eyes shyly, “thank you. I can’t stop calling you that. It comes so natural to me.”
“It’s alright. You’re still in charge, don’t worry.”
“Okay, okay”, he grins cutely, “I want to do the next step to you.”
“Okay? What do you wanna do?”
“I wanna use the juice to get my mouth colder and then run it over your body”, his eyes shift to your nipples, his thumbs draw light circles on them, “especially your nipples”, he adds in a breathy whisper.
“That’s hot, do it”, you allow him, arching into his touch.
“Okay. Stay, don’t go anywhere”, he says and snickers at his joke as he climbs off your lap.
“Stupid noodle”, you murmur, smiling to yourself.
He skips back to the bed in happy steps and sits down on your lap again. He carries the flute of juice in his left hand, lifting it to his lips to take a sip. He swallows it, keeping up eye contact as he does. Once done, he smiles, letting out a soft chuckle.
You retort it, arching into his hand as he runs it over your torso. He cradles your breasts and massages them gently.
“The juice is so yummy”, he says and leans down to dance his cold lips over your chest.
“Mhhm”, you purr, closing your eyes in pleasure. His fingers are so warm, his touch so hot and yet his lips are so cold. The contrast of sensations makes you tingle like crazy.
Jungkook sits up and takes another sip. He keeps just enough in his mouth so he could wrap his lips round your nipple and make you feel the sensation. Wet and cold. Goosebumps form on your chest because of it. The tingle snakes all the way down to your pussy.
“God”, you chuckle, squirming desperately, “that’s cold. Hah.”
Jungkook swallows the juice, ending it by sucking on your nipple. You are so goddamn sensitive already that you have to close your legs and rub them together.
“Bunny…”
Jungkook lifts his lips, moaning softly. He looks up at you with sparkly eyes, smiling sweetly. 
“You’re so sweet”, he says, “I love your nipples so much.”
“You’re such a tease”, you whisper.
Jungkook scrunches his nose and sits up. He lifts the flute of juice and guides it over your tummy. 
“This isn’t gonna go well”, you tell him, watching with a dizzy head.
He tilts the glass.
“Bunny, listen to me. It’s gonna go everywhere.”
But Jungkook doesn’t listen. He tilts the flute and lets the juice trickle down onto your tummy. It goes well at first until it gets too much and the juice escapes down your sides. 
“Oh no”, he gasps, leaning down quickly to slurp it up from your tummy. 
“See?” you laugh, “you stupid noodle, you should have listened. I know what’s up.”
Jungkook slurps one last time, then licks up and down your tummy with the flat of his tongue. You have to be honest, that shit feels amazing. Cold at first until his hot mouth warms you up again.
He guides his mouth to your lower tummy, nibbling at your tenderness with his teeth tugged behind his lips. You squirm and giggle. 
Jungkook lifts his head, grinning up at you.
“This was all part of my plan”, he very obviously lies, “I wanted the juice to go everywhere so I can lick your tummy.”
“Mhm sure”, you say sarcastically and snicker, “you’re such a stupid noodle.”
“Heh”, he lets out and sits up. There is one sip left in the glass. He decides to trickle it over your tummy again. It spills again, making you chuckle and glance at him. He does the same, “all part of the plan.”
“Sure.”
Jungkook grins and leans down, slurping up the sweet juice while his hands run up and down your sides. The empty glass he discarded on the bed for now. 
Once clean again, he guides his eager tongue up to your breasts. His mouth is warmed up by now, it feels like fire around your nipples as he sucks and licks them. One at a time with equal amounts of attention shared between them. 
And while he does, he is rolling his hips on your lap, squeezing his thighs around you needily. He is even whimpering like the natural babyboy he is. If you weren’t so tied up and ruined in desperation, you would have grabbed him and flipped him to give him the fuck he deserved. 
But you aren’t in control tonight. At least, you pretend to be. 
“Jungkook more”, and so you beg, feeling not an ounce of shame in doing so. He makes you feel so safe that it doesn’t feel weird to beg. 
Jungkook lifts his puffy lips from your equally as puffy nipples. His fingers continue to play with them even when he sits up. His hips wiggle and roll against you, his butt is stuck out as he arches his back. 
This whole situation really is one big roleplay, you think as you watch him pose so instinctively submissive. 
“Did you just beg?” he asks, melting you with it. He is so cute.
“And if I did?” you answer him, thrusting your hips up. Jungkook squeaks and moans, pressing his thighs together. Cute. He is so adorable, “I need more, please.”
“Oh god”, he chokes out and wiggles his hips, “okay. Yes”, he nods his head vigorously and gives your nipples a soft pinch.
The sensation makes you sigh and arch your back.
“I want to use a rabbit on you”, he smiles with his eyes, “not me, an actual rabbit vibe.”
You roll your eyes, “you stupid noodle, that joke was terrible”, you say with a fond grin. 
“Hehe”, he lets out and leans down, forcing heat to rise to your cheeks from just how seductive he suddenly looks. Playful and terribly cute, but still very seductive, “can I use a toy on you, please?”
“Yes you can”, you whisper, eyes hypnotised by his lips. They are so wet and puffy from sucking your nipples. And so pink. You want to kiss him so fucking bad.
“Thank you. Now stay here, I’ll get the toy”, he says, kissing your forehead once before climbing off bed and strutting to the big toy wall. He discards the glass on a table while he is at it.
You and he are very proud of your collection. It took a few years to get it where it is today and you are still not done. Each toy has its separate compartment, while your more aesthetic toys even have their own display case. The rabbit vibrator was a White Day present from Jungkook. Dark pink and soft silicone. The toy is both controlled by buttons and over its very own app. Sometimes when Jungkook is on a business trip and you have sex over a video call, you use said rabbit to get off while Jungkook is the one controlling the pattern. Obviously he knows that he can only get his very own reward if he gives you a good pattern and until now, he has never disappointed. 
Jungkook closes the drawer and returns to the bed, but not before grabbing your favourite lube. 
You also use the rabbit to jerk off whenever Jungkook is not in the mood for sex or you are too lazy to ask him and need simple, quick relief. And on your most favourite occasions, you use the toy to get off Jungkook, stuffing his ass with it and using its curve to torture his prostate while the smaller side presses against his balls. Jungkook shakes like crazy whenever you do that.
Jungkook places the lube bottle and toy next to you on the mattress. He touches your legs, running his palms down to your ankles.
“Ready?”
“For what?”
“That”, he says, grabs you by your ankles and pulls your legs apart.
You squeak right along with your feet as they slide over the PVC cover.
“Jungkook why?” you laugh, “oh my fucking god.”
“I’m sorry, it’s always so hot when you do it. Did you not like it?”
“I did, don’t worry, just fuck. You’re better at that than I thought you would be.”
Jungkook grins cockily, “what can I say? I’m a natural.”
“You’re a stupid noodle that’s what you are”, you say with a fond giggle.
“Yeah…I like being your stupid noodle. It makes you laugh. I love making you laugh.”
“God Kookie, you’re so cute.”
“Heh”, he lets out and places himself between your open legs. He places the rabbit on your tummy, resting his hand on the sheets next to your pussy. Then he flashes you a cute smile, “you’re pretty.”
“God Kookie, I love you so much which is why I’m gonna tell you something now. Hurry the fuck up”, you say and groan, bucking your hips up in desperation.
He laughs, wiggling his shoulders.
“It’s not fun is it?” he teases and kisses your knee, “now you know how I feel when you tease me.”
“If I knew you would use tonight as a revenge scheme I’d have said no”, you joke, making his laughter grow.
He smooches your other knee then flashes you a smile.
“I’ll get started, yeah?” he says.
“Yeah”, you stress, opening your legs further.
Despite his words, Jungkook takes his sweet time in getting the toy ready. He picks it up from your tummy and spreads lube over its silicon shaft as slowly as possible, all while his pretty doe eyes switch between the toy and your face.
“Kook…” you warn.
He looks at you and smiles, “patience. I’m almost done.”
“You’re such a tease.”
He doesn’t say anything to that. He merely smiles and connects his lubed up fingers with your pussy.
You hiss at the contact, rolling your hips into his touch. It feels like ecstasy to be touched by him. His fingers are so gentle and know exactly where to touch.
“You’re so wet”, he lulls, massaging your pussy in slow circles. First your clit and folds, then he lingers on your entrance.
“Fuck, baby”, you moan softly.
Jungkook slips his fingers inside, forcing your body to shudder in pleasure. The breach feels so good that you have to grip the ropes and arch your back. Jungkook watches it happening with his cock straining his slacks. He didn’t dare to imagine you twisting ropes like this and yet here you are, twisting the ropes because of how good he makes you feel. He swallows down the mewl threatening to escape him and instead channels his desperation into curling his fingers just right.
“That feels so good”, you sigh, rolling your head to the side, “fuck.”
“I love this so much”, he confesses with his voice trembling, “you’re so soft.”
“More.”
Jungkook smiles because you are twisting the ropes again and you don’t even notice it. He’s really got you desperate, hasn’t he? He feels his heart flutter and his tummy turn in desire. This is so sexy to him.
He slips his fingers free, even if you whine, and guides the vibrator to your pussy. Your whines stops, desperate breathing replaces them.
“Take a deep breath for me”, he orders in a soft voice, listening to the way your breath hitches in your throat. He puts gentle pressure on your pussy and slips inside.
“Jungkook”, you release your breath in a moan of his name, clenching around the toy with your fingers closing around the ropes again.
“Keep breathing, my love. Keep breathing”, Jungkook talks you through it, staring at your pussy with dilated pupils. She looks so pretty around the toy, fitting right around it. As if you were made for it. Jungkook squeezes his legs together and pushes the last two inches inside, “done. How are you?”
“Turn it on, please.”
“Did you just beg again?”
“Fuck, shut up and do it”, you throw back in a chuckle, sending him a look.
Jungkook snickers, scrunching his nose up, “you’re so cute”, he says and presses the on button. The toy begins purring and humming, sending vibrations through your pussy.
“Holy shit”, your eyes roll back and fall closed, your legs open further, “Jungkook….”
“That’s it. Relax”, he speaks in whispers, moving the toy back and forth carefully, “how’s that, my love?”
“Good, really good just…move the clit part a little to the left.”
Jungkook fixes the position, “like this?”
“Yes”, you groan, rolling your hips up, “yes there. Keep that going. Jungkook, right there.”
“This makes me so hard”, he confesses in a mewl. He gets on his knees, squeezing his cock between his thighs this way. He keeps rubbing them together, finding relief that way. He knows that it’s not the most dominant position, but he can’t help himself. He loves it so much when he can serve you! He loves making you feel good, moan and shake. He loves it so much that he gets so horny that he just has to rub his cock against whatever is closest. And tonight his clothed thighs are the closest friction he can get and he chases it like a needy bunny while his hand never once messes up the rhythm of the toy.
It is not long and he has you arching your back for an orgasm. Your thighs are trembling and your fingers ache from twisting the ropes.
“Jungkook, I have to cum”, you confess in a moan, readying yourself for the amazing high with bated breath. You just know that the orgasm is going to feel like heaven. He managed to rile you up so much that it will consume your entire body. You can’t wait to have it.
In three, two…
Jungkook removes the toy from your pussy and turns it off. The fire dies down, agony replaces it.
“What the hell?” you groan, writhing in pain, “holy fuck, did you just edge me?”
Your eyes meet. While you are genuinely shocked by what just happened, Jungkook seems proud of himself.
“Yeah”, he says.
“What the fuck?”
He laughs, wiggling his shoulders. 
“No seriously, what the fuck? Why would you do that?” you press out. He never edged you without your orders before. This is a fucking first and goddamn, it riles you up.
“Because I can”, he throws back and grins.
“You are. So. Mean”, you get out and drop your head, “holy shit, I wanna cum.”
Jungkook snickers, running his hands down your thighs. He pushes them apart gently and lowers himself to your pussy. He plops down on his tummy and finally connects his mouth with your heat.
You flinch at the sudden wet warmth around your pussy, tugging at the ropes so aggressively that the rings jingle.
“Jungkook”, you choke out, “Jungkook, holy fuck.”
Jungkook mewls into you, lapping at your wet pussy with his sparkly eyes gazing up at you. You taste sweet like the lube he covered you in. He licks you until the taste has faded and only the amazing taste of your pleasure coats his tongue. He loves this taste so much more than the tacky artificial sweetness of lube.
He closes his arms around your thighs and tugs you closer, slurping deliciously as he drinks your taste.
“You’re fucking amazing”, you get out, writhing in pleasure, “I’m fucking serious, you’re amazing.”
Jungkook fucks the mattress because of your praise, moaning into your pussy desperately. He runs his palms up and down your tender thighs, soothing the shakes running through them each time he runs his eager tongue over your clit. He loves those shakes so much that he wants them to run through you constantly. He focuses his licks on your clit, switching between drawing circles and flicking the tip of his tongue up and down your swollen bundle of nerves. He knows that this drives you crazy.
“This is gonna make me cum”, you confess, shaking unapologetically.
Jungkook mewls and puts more pressure on your clit. He wants you to be as close to orgasming as possible. He has to get you as needy as you can get for what he has planned next. Your clit throbs under his tongue, but he knows not to pull back yet. It often throbs when he’s going down on you, this isn’t an indicator yet. In your beginnings, Jungkook often pulled back when you began throbbing under his tongue because he thought that you would orgasm, but years and years of practice and routine taught him that this wasn’t a sign yet. You just have a very reactive clit. Especially when his mouth is involved.
Jungkook listens to the noises you make. They are currently loud and filled with desperation. Good. That means he can still continue. You get quieter, the closer you get, because you always start holding your breath when you are about to orgasm. Jungkook knows that much. 
He speeds up his licks and moans into you so can feel the vibrations. 
“Oh, ah-”, you twist the ropes and hold your breath. 
Now.
Jungkook breaks away.
“Oh my fucking god, you didn’t just- urgh”, you groan and thrust your hips against nothing, “how did you know?”
Jungkook feels so incredibly proud right now. He knows you so well!
“Years of practice”, he says. He tries his hardest to sound dominant and confident, but his voice is shaking like crazy because of how happy he feels.
“This is the worst. Why do you know me so well?” you murmur and whine, “please Kookie, do something again.”
“No”, he says, hoping for one more beg.
“Yes?” you throw back, “please”, you add, meaning it honestly.
Jungkook giggles, “I love it when you beg”, he says. He sits up and reaches for the vibrator. 
“Yes. This”, you murmur, eyeing it hungrily.
He spreads new lube on it and your pussy and pushes it back inside, turning it on.
“Yes this”, you moan, rolling your head from side to side, “this is….ah.”
Jungkook makes minimal movements with the toy. He wants it to keep pressing against your g-spot because he knows that he’s got you horny enough that this is what you need. You love it so much when he goes deep and slow whenever you’re far enough into the sex. It’s those moments where you pull him closer with your legs when you’re doing it missionary and those moments where you grind down on him when you’re riding him. Jungkook can hear it in the way your moans leave you.
“Does that feel good?” he rasps.
“It feels so good”, you moan, circling your hips as you keep chasing the pleasure.
Jungkook mewls and looks at your pussy. He just noticed that your clit isn’t getting stimulated. He quickly fixes the position of the toy, forcing your hips to thrust into the sensation.
“Holy shit”, you press out under your breath and then you begin to grow more and more silent as you hold your breath for longer and longer.
Jungkook circles the toy.
Silence. You are holding your breath.
Jungkook removes the toy.
“Noo Bunny, can’t you let Mommy cum?” you whine, writhing on the sheets. 
“I’m sorry Mommy, I can’t”, Jungkook says, putting the now turned off toy on the sheets.
“Fucking hell urgh”, you groan, chasing his fleeing touch as your fingers twist the ropes.
Jungkook soothes the agony by running his hands up and down your inner thighs, placing soft kisses on your knee. 
“Sorry Mommy, so sorry”, he whispers.
“No you’re not, you’re enjoying this”, you grumble. 
Jungkook snickers, climbing on top of you. He places his hands on each side of your head, gazing down at you. He is arching his back. Even now when he is the one charge, he finds himself in such a fuckable posture naturally. 
“Can you tell me your colour?” he asks, rocking back and forth mindlessly. 
“Green, but a really edged green.” 
He scrunches his nose up, giggles. You chuckle, gazing at him.
“You’re so funny”, he says, booping your nose with his finger.
You shake him off, huffing out air as you pretend to be angry. You even furrow your brows at him.
“Make me cum, you brat”, you grumble.
Jungkook snickers and kisses your forehead, “you calling me like that doesn’t work on me tonight.”
“Hmpf, you meanie”, you mumble.
“I’m sorry”, he coos and turns on your body so you have his clothed cock right above your face.
“Really?” you laugh, oggling it hungrily. It is a miracle to you how his slacks still manage to contain his cock. It is filling up his left pant leg, bulging the fabric painfully. Poor boy must be in so much pain right now. You gulp, yearning for his cock in your mouth. He must be so wet by now. You want him running down your throat and throbbing against your tongue.
“Get naked and let me suck your pretty cock”, you order.
“No”, Jungkook throws back and wiggles his hips teasingly. He knows exactly what he is doing. 
“You’re such a brat. Do as you’re told.”
“I don’t have to do anything”, he snickers cutely, “I’m in charge.”
“Wow”, you laugh and writhe, “fuck, you drive me insane.”
“I know”, Jungkook throws back and wiggles his hips one last time. You growl and try to snatch him by lifting your head, but he moves away. Your eyes meet. He looks so full of mischief and entertainment. The giggles he lets out are indicator enough just how much he enjoys being a little brat tonight. And you can’t even be mad at him, because he is in charge and can do whatever he wants. Oh, you are crazy for this man. 
“Once I’m free again, you’ll see what this gets you”, you mumble and huff out air. 
“Mhm okay”, he purrs and grins. Then he turns away again. He arches his back and lowers himself to your pussy.
“Bunny”, you gasp, arching into him. This feels like heaven. His mouth is so warm and wet, his lips are so soft. 
Jungkook grips your hips and tilts them up, moaning around your clit as he sucks on her needily. He moves his head as he sucks, rubbing his cute nose through your folds as best as the position allows him to.
“Yes Bunny. Fuck, that feels so good.”
He loves sixty-nining with you so much. Bear in mind, his favourite variation of the position is when he is tied up, blindfolded and plugged up while you smother him and suck his cock. This is what really gets him going, but this right now is heaven as well. You taste like lube again, but Jungkook cleans it off within a few seconds. Then your unfiltered, raw taste coats his tongue and Jungkook finds himself moaning around your clit even louder.
“Holy fuck, please don’t stop.”
Jungkook doesn’t know if he could stop again. You taste so good that he feels dizzy. He wanted to edge you with his mouth one more time and then make you cum with the vibrator, but he doesn’t know if he has the strength to do that. Jealousy stings in his chest when he thinks about making you climax with a toy. He doesn’t want the toy to be the thing which sends you off. He wants to be the one making you see stars. He wants you to fall silent in bliss because of his mouth and not because of a stupid toy.
Jungkook growls into you and furrows his brows. It’s decided then. The toy won’t get your orgasm, never ever. He will make you cum with his mouth. Yes, that’s it.
“I’m close”, you get out and whimper, “please Jungkook, don’t edge me anymore.”
You aren’t aware that your begging is useless. Jungkook already made up his mind. He is going to make you cum. He growls around your clit, sucking it between his lips harshly. And he keeps it right there, suckling on it with his cock throbbing in his slacks. So good. You taste so good.
“Jungkook”, you mewl, sounding so utterly ruined, “Jungkook, you’re making me cum.”
He whimpers, dimpling your hips as he grips them harder.
“Ah”, you let out and then grow silent.
Jungkook mewls at the realisation, concentrating all of his attention on the spot which made you go silent.
“Fuck. Now”, you press out and thrust your hips up. The knot in your tummy bursts, the hottest orgasm takes a hold of you, “Jungkook”, you moan loudly, shaking uncontrollably. As much as you hate to admit it, you are glad that he edged you because this is paradise. You haven’t felt your climax as deeply as you do right now in ages. This is the kind of high which genuinely makes your toes curl and which makes your muscles go limb.
Jungkook licks you through it, keening in a high pitched voice as his head pounds in pleasure. This was the best decision ever. You feel so good when you are climaxing on his tongue. He can barely stop himself after your high died down, whimpering your name as he kisses your pussy over and over again. 
“Well shit, holy shit. Fuck”, you get out in breathy pants for air. Your body refuses to move, your head is turning. You feel so goddamn fulfilled. This was incredible.
Jungkook guides his kisses up your torso, crawling off of you gradually. He grabs your face and kisses you in the unfamiliar position. With your heads facing opposite directions, he has to suck on your upper lip.
You snicker and moan. It never gets boring with him. 
“Hm”, Jungkook hums and breaks the kiss with a cute smile. He runs his thumbs over your cheeks, gazing down at you. 
“Did you like this?” he asks.
“I loved it.”
“Then you have to thank me.”
You lift your brows, “really?”
“Yeah”, he says in a giggle, nodding his head.
“Wow okay”, you smile fondly, “thank you, Jungkook.”
Jungkook snickers and scrunches his nose up, “you’re welcome”, he says and pulls your face into a big smooch. 
Just once because then he sits up and runs his hands to your tied wrists. He opens the ropes and handcuffs, picking up your freed wrists to caress them gently.
“Does anything hurt?” he asks.
“No, nothing hurts.”
“Good”, he rolls circles into the tender inner side of your wrists, “you kept twisting the ropes”, he says and sends you a boyish grin.
“I did not”, you lie, making him snicker.
“Yes, you did. Admit it, you were really desperate.”
“Mhm yeah I was”, you admit happily, basking in the giddy giggles he lets out. 
You sit up and turn around. Now you are both kneeling, facing each other. You run your hands up his thighs, waist and chest until you can cup his cheeks. Jungkook squirms because of the touch.
“You did an amazing job, Bunny”, you praise him, “I was only that desperate because I felt safe.”
“Mommy”, he whimpers, gripping your wrists, “this is everything I wanted you to feel. I’m so happy.” 
“I’m happy too, my love”, you tell him and lean in to kiss his cheek, “good job, my love.” 
Jungkook giggles and hugs you, swaying your bodies from side to side enthusiastically.
“Oh Mommy, I’m so happy”, he confesses, squeezing you gently, “and, and now I’ll take you out for dinner and, and treat you to yummy dessert.”
“Yeah? What about your cock? You’re so hard in your slacks”, you say, running your hand up and down his bulge.
“I want to go out with it”, he talks breathily because of the touch, “you can do whatever you think is right to do. In the restaurant or the car or, or wherever you think is fitting.”
You smirk, “mhm okay”, you purr, kissing his neck gently, “so I take it that order has been restored, mhm?”
He giggles and nods his head, “yes Mommy.”
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classyrbf · 3 months
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Im really insecure about being thick and my stretch marks, which anime boys do you think would go feral for a a thick girl :)
I LIKE 'EM THICK!
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SYNOPSIS...various anime men that would be into chubby/thick bodies because I said so teehee (jjk, haikyuu, aot, demon slayer)
INFO...anime men x thick/chubby fem!reader, suggestive content, fluff, sorry if your favs aren’t in here but include them anyway cause I said so once again (that’s your husband!), not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated!
also don’t be insecure about your thighs pls, I promise they’re gorgeous, anon! Thank you for the request as well!
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TOJI
starting off with the man himself, he would definitely be into chubbier/thicker partner. Look at how hefty and big that man is like…?? Also he just gives off that vibe and I can’t form it into words, but he just has that vibe. End of story. It’s been talked about on my page countless times before, he’s an ass/thighs man! I could go into heavy detail, but I’ll let y’all take a deep dive into my masterlist for that…hehe. He’s very touchy with you, hand always on your thighs or ass, his hand is always on you period. You cannot tell me that toji wouldn’t enjoy sleeping between your legs, he’d look like a big baby all cuddled up on you, snoring, knocked out cold. Smacks your ass every time you bend over. Always telling you to wear booty shorts or a tank top cause one thing toji wants is a good view of his woman’s goodies…let me stop before I go too far!
NANAMI
kento is the type of man who wouldn’t give a fuck what his partner looks like, so in all honesty he would be into you regardless your size and shape. As long as you got a good heart. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t look your body. If you are insecure about yourself, he’ll kiss the parts that you don’t like and I stand on that 100%. He’s so fucking sweet like I couldn’t imagine him doing anything that would make you unhappy. He will always compliment you and help try brighten your day, and the compliment is always about something different too. He’ll tell you how good your thighs look in those jeans or shorts. He might even give your ass a little spank too but that ain’t come from me. I’ll be taking my leave.
BOKUTO
now bokuto is not talked about enough but he would definitely be obsessed with your thighs and just you being thick/chubby. He’s all heart eyes for you no matter what. He lowkey sometimes walks behind you just to see how your hips/ass move when you walk and like…can you blame him? Big advocate of sleeping on your thighs like toji. He finds it so comforting and will fill asleep in minutes. Will show you off constantly, he’s very loud and proud about you and is never ashamed. I love me some bokuto.
AONE
just like bokuto, he isn’t talked about enough. He’s a big, quiet, strong man and I guarantee you he would be into having a chubby/thick partner. Those big hands of his need to have something to grab up on if you catch my drift *wink* *wink*. I can imagine this man having trouble taking his hands off you. I’m talking touching, groping, whatever. Hands on your ass, thighs, tummy, titties. It don’t even gotta be sexual either, he’s just obsessed with touching you he thinks you’re so soft and warm. Do not hesitate to sit on this mans lap! He loves it when you do. Something about you on top of him makes him a little feral…iykyk.
ARMIN
now here me out on this…he be admiring from afar. Like I feel he would be too shy to say anything to you if he had a big crush on you so he’d just admire you from afar while being delusional. But it’s so obvious as well? He sucks as being discreet about the situation, but the amount of times he’s just caught himself in a trance just starting at you and your body. HELLO??? I just know he’s thinking of all the dirty things he wants to do to you…let me stop. You wore his favorite pants today, the ones that make your ass and thighs look voluptuous…mhm yeah. Date him already pls, he’s begging for it. He’s also begging for something else but we will save that thought for another day!
REINER
no explanation, just details. He’s attracted to you like crazy and one thing he adores is your stretch marks! They could be anywhere, stomach, thighs, arms, titties, he’s tracing them and touching them. He likes the feeling of them as odd as it sounds?? Like he’ll trace his fingers over them or rub them and sometimes he won’t even realize he’s doing it until you point it out. You could be sitting there watching a movie or something and boom he’s touching your stretch marks. I feel like it would calm him down because being close to you helps, so maybe the feeling of you helps even more. He also definitely sleeps on your chest, face smushed and everything, might even fall asleep while tracing your stretch marks too hehehe.
UZUI
This man has three wives and guess what? He’s making you the fourth wife. Definitely a big titties guy cause have you seen his wives? I meannnnn….duh! But you are the full mf package! His eyes nearly pop out his damn sockets when he sees you. I said what I said. In his eyes you look like a full course meal from a five star restaurant and he will be making a reservation immediately. That dress you’re wearing that makes your titties pop and your ass fat, he’s all for it. Because why wouldn’t you show off what you got?? Uzui has all the confidence in the world but you got him a little shook! This man dreams of just having your plush thighs around his head or his hands full of your tits. Woo, take a breather y’all!
part 2?
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joelstoes · 8 months
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Satoru Gojo
Warnings:Sexual Content,Jealousy,Age-Gap,Opposites Attract,Obsessive Love
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“Blah! This is so gross!!”
Satoru shivered as he swallowed the rest of the sip of coffee he stole from you.Tongue sticking out in disgust and returning his head to it’s normal position.You just rolled your eyes,grabbing a napkin from the table both of you were in and cleaning your straw.“I told you,You wouldn’t like it.”He pouted when seeing you clean off where he drank.“You’re so mean!! I’m your boyfriend you shouldn’t be grossed out by me!!”Arms crossed in a playful manner while he turned around to not face you.
“You’re such a baby.”The Man gasped in exaggeration and started clinging to your side annoyingly.All while Megumi,Yuuji and Nobara watched in confusion at how you two were even together.A shocked and even slightly disappointed face was worn by them.You were so calm and mature compared to Satoru.He was childish and loud.Though you didn’t seem to mind it at all and even seemed used to it.
How did the two of you even get together?
“Kiss me now! Don’t be grossed out!”With his strong arms wrapped around you.While your hands pushed away at his chest and even seem to be glaring at him a bit.His lips pressed together and pushed out in an effort to give you a kiss.Nobara just had to ask now.“How are you two even dating?”Giving up his attempts to kiss you he turned to his student and gasped happily.You groaned at the question knowing he was about to tell everything in detail.Clapping his hands together he giggled.
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“I just think we should be together all the time you know! Yaga doesn’t group us often but now that I’m a lot stronger he definitely sees us as a good team!!”The urge to just turn around and sock him right in his mouth was a strong one.Despite your obvious lack of interest in the conversation he kept on yapping his mouth off.You swore that you didn’t even see him breath once from how much he talked.You’d just hum along and nod to whatever he kept saying.
Sure he was a lot stronger now and much more useful to you than your other partner who had quit being a sorcerer.But if having to listen to him talk all the time was having a much higher chance of living you didn’t wanna have that chance.You’d often notice him trying to make small contact before both of you were assigned to missions.But since you didn’t have any reason to interact with him,you’d often ignore him.
He was a lot younger than you too,You two had nothing else in common.You two still don’t have anything else in common.Getting to know him these days you two were the complete opposite.Satoru loved sweet things,Cute things and things that were bright.Anyone could already guessed what you liked.You had a lot more in common with Geto than with Satoru.But he wasn’t your partner.
“Cmon!! Isnt it cute! I bought it for us!!”Satoru dangled the cute little keychain of a black cat in front of your face.A huge smile spread across his face as he showed it to you.You took notice in the matching keychain he had dangling from his phone.A matching white cat to go with yours.Staring up at him with your same bored expression he frowned.“You don’t like it?”The cute tilt of his head was enough to immediately take it from him and smile.
“Thank you you’re very thoughtful.”Now that frowned turned into a huge happy grin.His cheeks flushed red as he nervously fiddled with his fingers.“Aren’t you gonna put it on?”From that point and on he wouldn’t leave you alone.
“Yes.”
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“That’s not how it happened.”You Interrupted Satoru’s own version of the story with a sigh.Raising a brow and finger you pointed over to him.“He didn’t stop bothering me until I agreed to date him,also chased away everyone who was even interested in me to keep me to himself.”The three of his students faces fall while Satoru whined at how you painted him out to be.“Cmon! You really bringing out that part!!”Laughing at his whining you scoff.“That’s how it happened! Your version of it is just some cheesy romance.”
As Satoru continued with his romantic version of the story you thought back on how it really happened.How he wasn’t really assigned by principal Yaga to be your partner.On how as soon as he became the strongest your partner had decided to quit.When you found out about him being too focused on you.How he cried and begged you to let him be by your side.Blue eyes staring deep into your soul whenever you got a little too close to someone.
You remember how he told you that ‘if you just want someone to play with then why couldn’t it be him?’He always made you angry with his stupid little remarks and dumb whines and cries.When confronted he’d always cry and look up at you with those glowing blue eyes.Bottom lip trembling from having your lips so so so so close to his.Just kiss him,Just Kiss Him,Just kiss him,Just Kiss Him!
Eventually you did and he couldn’t be more happy.Pressing his needy body into your grasp as he let out a whiny gasp when you bit onto his lip.Arms wrapped around you tightly as to not let you go anytime soon.Pressing his clothed cunt onto your hips and moaning just from feeling how big you were against him.Maybe it had been your own fault he was how he was.Because although he did everything to keep you by his side,some things worse than others.You liked it
You liked him.
You loved pressing him against the wall and teasing him constantly.You loved whispering dirty things into his ear and watching how flustered he got from it.How he gasped and his back arched with his hips shaking cutely.How he grasped at your clothes tightly and whimpering from you pressing up against him roughly.You loved bullying him so much to the point it made him so embarrassed to even look at you.
Pressing him against the bed the best you could,struggling a little since he didn’t seem to want to let you go at all.You had to assure him weren’t gonna leave.Had to whisper in his ear and promise he was yours.After some convincing he weakly let go and stared up at you with a blush.Eyes fluttering up at you prettily and lips looking as kissable as always.Slipping down his pants you didn’t even have to tell him anything and he was already spreading his legs for you.Having The Strongest at your mercy..who wouldn’t want that.
Though there was still the problem of you two being complete opposites.You loved being rough and having whoever you happened to be sleeping with that night begging and crying for more.Satoru of course was the complete opposite.Just by pressing your already lubed up fingers inside of his drippy pussy he was already crying and twitching.Gasping out for you to be gentle and love him.You were loving him just in your own way.It was almost funny how he cried,since you really didn’t take him for a crybaby.
“You can’t even handle this and you want me to be satisfied with just you?”You were only teasing of course,but seeing how he sniffled from your words had you shivering from the excitement.
He was so cute..
His gooey walls clenched around your three fingers.So desperate to keep you in,loving how you brutally treated his insides.Satoru’s mind already dumb and fucked from your hand alone.He wanted to be kissed,hugged and told nice things.But here you were calling him a whore from coming with just your fingers inside of him.Saying he couldn’t take you,Oh he was gonna show you he could.It didn’t matter if he was stupid from your fingers now.
Pulling out your fingers and grabbing onto both of his shaky thighs you smiled down at him.Rubbing your length on his wet heat and tilting your head.“Can I go in now or do you give up?”No he’s Satoru Gojo.Who did you think he was.Gasping out for air he lets out a shaky breath when feeling you sink inside of him.“I-I’m yours! Y-yours!!”Thats all you needed to hear.
Satoru couldn’t stop the repeated clenches of his poor tummy.Your cock bullying his sweet spot repeatedly while your shaft brushed up against his wet clit.Tears spilling from his pretty face and drool leaking down his lip while he babbled stupidly about how much he loved you.Loving the way he squeezes around you so tightly,like he’s never had anyone Inside of him.His pussy dripping dumb just for you.How was it possible you were so big.Not leaving any place untouched inside of him.
A girlish whine escaping him when he felt how your pace roughened up.Eyes going back slightly and mouth dropping with a gasp.Cunt fluttering and spasming around you.His hands traveling against your back while he desperately digs his nails into it.Leaving angry red marks all over it.But you didn’t seem to mind since you didn’t slow down one bit.
He’s squealing while trying his best to make you slow down.It’s enough to making you raise his long legs up in the air and push them to the slide together.Keeping both of them on one of your shoulders while you continue to pound his pretty pussy.You were so strong….god that had him rolling his eyes in pleasure with a dumb laugh leaving his lips.Pinching at his nipple you raise a brow.“What’s so funny Satoru?”Feeling the harsh tug he gasped and pouted.Watery eyes looking up at you as if you weren’t fucking him right now.
Pressing yourself deep inside him,all your weight dropping down on him.It had his cute butt twitching and shaking up against you.Hands immediately hiding his face while he cried.“Kiss m-me…want y-you to kiss me.”He muffled out those words in embarrassment,closed hands opening a bit so his eye could peek out and look at you.
He swears that as soon as you press your lips onto his own he feels everything a lot more now.How truly sinked in you are in him.His warm wet walls squeezing around you lovingly.How hard You’re gripping at his thighs to keep his legs to the side.How he bounces on your cock when you slide in and out of him.His leaky hole abused from your harsh pace.You stretch him so much each time you went in.But of course he noticed you didn’t care one bit.
And when he felt how you leaked inside of him,that was the end for him.He felt himself gushing all around you as his body trembling from how hard he came.Mouth still pressed up against you and desperately trying to silence his moans with swallowing your tongue.His back arched off the bed repeatedly while he wiggled on you from being so overstimulated.Finishing inside of him you hope that he’d pull away from the kiss but he doesn’t.
Even if he stops breathing he doesn’t wanna pull away at all.It gets to the point where you slowly have to push him off of you and slowly pull yourself out of him.Seeing your come slowly leak out as he breaths in all he can.Hole clenching onto your come and gaping open from your size.
“God you’re so cheesy (Y/N)’s right!!”Nobora sighs while the only one who seems to agree with her is Megumi and you.Meanwhile Yuuji and Satoru are happily sighing at the love story he just finished.
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anniedam · 2 months
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Hey, can I ask for a reader who fall in love for Lester and maybe was dating with him, and now he became a god again she acts different around him cause she thinks she's not enough for him anymore
I made this request before and I see u last post, só I guess it was that ask that was deleted 😅
𝐌𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 ✩
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a/n- YOU ANGEL!! i’m so sorry i did that, i wrote this as soon as possible! this fic is extra long and was combined with another request cause i thought they fit super well together. this is over 2.6k words long, making it the longest fic i’ve ever written! also title is a mitski song title, me and my husband. hope you enjoy, and sorry about that! have a lovely day! 𑁍
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apollo was known for many things, one being that he was exceptionally egotistical, and two being that he fell in love easily. as an immortal god where you have all the time in the world to fall in love and be with who you like, he didn’t quite understand the want of being wedded to someone the rest of your life. after his first love daphne had begged to be turned into a laurel tree because of him, he didn’t have it in his heart to be wed. but his third time being a mortal had taught him more about being in love than his other previous punishments, there was something different this go around.
during his time as lester, he had met you. you were kind, caring, strong, and more patient than anybody he’d ever met. he admired you greatly, and was maybe even a bit envious of your calm attitude. you didn’t just tolerate him like many of the other demigods, you actually liked him. to say he was only a little flattered by a such a good-hearted person as you would be an understatement.
he couldn’t deny now that he’d fallen for you, it was frank that his heart was set on being your one, from the moment he met you he 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 he was in love. it was a spark that had struck itself and burst into a large flame, it showed on his face as well as his body language. he often caught himself staring at you with a stupid grin, or swooning when you did something courageous, or checking if his shirt was wrinkly. it was so out of character for him, and he 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 it.
his confession was short and poetic, he was nervous and his hands were noticeably clammy but you didn’t care. you kept your eyes on him as he spoke his love for you, and your hands began to curl themselves into fists. he thought for a moment you were mad at him, he’d never seen you do anything like that before. after all, he had analyzed your tendencies and made sure he would never forget when he returned to his normal self.
when he was finished, there was a long silence. your gaze changed, it was gentle as ever yet held a different emotion. then all of a sudden, you lunged at him, arms wide to engulf him in a tight hug. his arms were quick to catch you, as weak and lanky as they were. he could feel you smiling against his chest and he swore that his heart skipped a few beats, what an odd feeling. your voice was muffled by his shirt, “took you long enough, mr. i’m so confident.”
“is that sass i’m hearing from you, angel?”, always taking the time to tease you, you thought. you could tell he was elated, the way his embrace tightened around you was enough evidence for you. he whispered something under his breath, barely intelligible, but your ears caught his words, “i’ll make this worth while, i promise.”
he stayed true to his word and treated you like a princess, in danger or not. for others it was incredibly annoying, even if you just said something smart related to a trial he would take five minutes to praise you. based on what meg has said, she has heard, “aren’t they so smart? who am i kidding of course they are, that’s my [name].” or “did you see the way they slew that monster? how charming!”, too many times to count. but it was apollo, you didn’t expect much less from him.
you were confident in your relation to the god-turned-mortal, after all in this case he was almost the same as you. just a teen without a clear direction on where they need to go or what they are destine to do. this common ground may have been what drawn you to him, or maybe it was his interesting persona. those things made his aura less godlike, but instead made him more welcoming as well as homey.
however, there was one worry, that this would change, that if he went back to himself things would be entirely different. maybe you wouldn’t be enough for him anymore, he could always move on to someone else. there are many mortals 𝒂𝒏𝒅 immortals who would love to have a chance with the sun god. the possibility had festered in your mind for a long time now, ever so slowly creeping at the back of your mind, waiting for the right time to strike at your insecurities.
it never truly hit you until he came back to camp to get you and bring you to his sun palace, he looked entirely different. he didn’t have his curly brown locks or acne anymore, he had beautiful blonde wavy hair with a clear complexion. his pale blue eyes remained the same, still the most stunning part about him. he wasn’t a weak mortal teen anymore, he was extremely muscular. you wouldn’t kid yourself and say he wasn’t attractive, of course he was, he was as radiant and warm as the sun. but with this new look, you felt entirely out of his league and those thoughts of doubt crawled out from the back of your mind once again. and almost as soon as it started, your lover took notice of your condition.
shortly after apollo had secured all of the oracles, defeated python, and returned to his godly form, he noticed you began to act differently. your demeanor was off, you were quiet compared to before. when you laid together in bed you were stiff, and often day dreamed or zoned out. from the moment it started he knew there was something wrong with you. your life together had recently begun, isn’t that a joyous occasion? he couldn’t see what was wrong, but he wanted to understand you.
he didn’t want to make you nervous, or force you to tell him what was going on with you, but he knew he needed to approach this with patience. if you wanted to tell him, you would. but he wanted to know what was wrong 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, he wanted his lovely [name] to shine brighter again. maybe if he spoke in an even gentler voice than his usual one, you would feel comfortable enough to tell him.
no, that was too simple. he needed something extravagant, something that screamed “I LOVE YOU, HONEY! PLEASE LET ME CUDDLE YOU BACK TO NORMAL!”. he knew you didn’t like huge gifts, so he didn’t exactly go as all out as he wanted but he did get you something he knew would make you indescribably happy. at least, to him it would. if he were the one receiving it he would explode with joy.
so within the next hour he approached your shared room, where the door was cracked open, and a faint light emitted from the small sliver. he took a glance at the ring in his hand, his thumb making a circle around the smooth metal. the corners of the gods mouth quirked up, then he placed the ring in the pocket of his shorts, and entered the bedroom.
the bed was unmade, silk sheets were pulled higher to the head of the mattress and a pile of blankets laid at the end of your side of the bed. as apollo looked further up from the pile, you came into view. your face was pale like you hadn’t seen sun for days. as surprising as that is, he instead approached and took a seat on the edge of the bed next to you. he turned his head toward you, keeping his gentle smile as he reached over to caress your cheek. he spoke quieter too, “hello, my star. how’ve you been?”
“i’ve been alright, no need to worry about me. just a bit tired.”, your voice wasn’t convincing, but he kept quiet. he watched as you sat up in your bed, and yawned ever so slightly. you weren’t lying about your eyes, how hadn’t he noticed before? how dare he! such a fine beauty should 𝒏𝒐𝒕 be deprived of sleep. he held his hands out to you, giving you a certain look. you raised your eyebrow in confusion, but reached for his hands. he looked into your eyes with sincerity and had a reassuring grasp on your nimble hands, “i must ask you about something important, my darling.”
“what is it?”, then he asked the question you were afraid of. the one that was clawing at you, you were this close to falling apart. you had been strong for the past few days, keeping your distance as to save yourself from these feelings you’ve been having, but you couldn’t ignore his concerns anymore. his words rung in your ears, “are you okay?”.
“be honest with me, [name].” there was a silence, a debate of whether you wanted to tell the truth or not was wagering in your mind. he rarely used your name, it was always some cute couple nicknames he came up with. he still sat with you, waiting for your answer. he was surprisingly patient as the neutral expression on your face turned into a frown. you pressed your lips together grimly “no, i’m not okay.”
the god didn’t say a word and moved to your side. he reached an arm over around your shoulder and pulled you closer to his side, sitting up against the headboard while he kept his embrace tight. apollo laid his head on top yours as he tenderly spoke, delicately brushing his fingers though your hair, “what’s been on your mind?”
“do you still love me?”, a pool of tears were forming in your eyes. your hands had found themselves clenched together in your lap, thumbs twiddling to distract yourself from the pressure. apollo could feel your breathing stifling, a deep frown settled on his face. “of course i do! what would make you think otherwise?”
“i’ve been thinking lately, these voices…they keep telling me i’m not good enough for you, that you could always just fall in love with someone else….” for a moment, apollo didn’t know what to say. there was no uncertainties about him falling in love with someone else because he had fallen for 𝒚𝒐𝒖, a songbird he was fortunate enough to meet at his lowest.
he lifted one of his hands from your waist and slipped it under your chin, gingerly turning you toward him. he looked deep into your eyes, it was if you were staring into the sky itself. there was a comforting tone set with his gaze, there wasn’t a drop of lies in his voice either. “𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. don’t ever doubt that, please.”
the tears that had built up in your eyes fell on your lap, wetting the blankets that covered you. your eyes averted from his, looking anywhere but him. “but they’re right in a sense, there’s other people pining for you too. i’m sure they could offer more than me…”
“oh dear, but they aren’t 𝒚𝒐𝒖. you’re wonderful, i couldn’t even compare you to a flower. your beauty is unbeatable, and your eyes are always so full of life. your patience and kindness are like no others, i seriously don’t understand how you deal with someone like me, you truly have a gift,” there wasn’t a moments hesitation as apollo spoke. he let out a quick huff. “what i’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t feel this way because you’re perfect just the way you are, i wouldn’t change a thing.” “apollo…”
“i love you, darling. please stop letting these seeds of doubt diminish your light, i miss your warmth…” you shoved your face in his chest trying to hide your overflow of tears, gripping your hands around him as if he were going to disappear any second. your body was shuddering as you cried, but he held onto you.
“i love you too…”, were the only words he could make out from your sobs. his warm smile returned to his face at your affirmation. he gently brought your face from his chest and brought it close, leaning in for a soft kiss. his kisses were usually full of fire, but this was a softer heat. you were sun kissed.
the two of you sat there on the bed for a time, letting you calm down from the emotional 30 minutes you had just had. the god knew you were still tired from earlier, and he was not going to let you stay awake any longer. after all, beauties 𝒅𝒐 need their beauty sleep. “let’s let you rest, i’m sure you’re tired after crying like that.”
then a question came to mind, one you hadn’t really thought about. “gods don’t require sleep, do they?”
“no, but lying next to you is so comforting. the little snores that come from you are adorable!” it was true, you were charming as you slept. the faces you made made it difficult not to want to cuddle you so tightly you couldn’t breathe, he would never do that of course but oh it was so tempting. oh gods you were the cutest.
you made an annoyed face at him, “apollo, stop it!” he laughed at your dismay, squishing your cheeks together as you tried to pry them off your face. “sorry, i can’t help it! you’re just so cute!”
you unleashed a loud groan. “this is why meg gets annoyed with you when we’re together.” your lover scoffed at you, offended, letting his hands leave your face and crossing them in front of his chest dramatically. and to add to the sassiness he rolled his eyes. “oh please, she would be annoyed either way. besides, you know it’s true.”
“oh my gods…” your right hand ran itself down your face as he continued. “it is!” he insisted. another groan left you as you pulled him down to get comfortable under the sheets. apollo went slack as you moved him, letting you put him right where you wanted. it took a minute, but once you decided you plopped down aggressively next him.
“alright, alright i accept it! goodnight, honey. love you,” you cuddled into his side, wrapping your arms tightly around his chest. at that point you didn’t even need blankets because of his natural body heat, perks of being the god of the sun. then apollo used his arm to keep you close as you fell asleep almost instantly against him. those snores he loved so much slowly became noticeable as he lie there with you, how lovely.
“goodnight, sweetheart. i love you too.” then all of a sudden he felt as if he had forgotten something, extremely rare for him. then he felt for something in his pocket, of course! the ring, oh gods how could he forget. the god let out an audible sigh, then turned to admire you sleeping beside him. perhaps under better circumstances he could give you this symbol of his adoration for you.
but for now the god nuzzled into your neck, loving the feeling of being this close to you again. he found serenity in you, something he hadn’t had properly in a millennia. he hoped it would last for twice that long, possibly even more. his thoughts were cut off by the hands of sleep coaxing him to close his eyes, something he didn’t often give into. but just this once, he would allow himself to doze off next you.
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@𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦 𑁍
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tired-biscuit · 5 months
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naruto is the kind of guy who begs to eat you out. like, he has *never* played it cool and you’ve always known he was into you. but one night he’s hanging out at your place and you look so cozy and domestic and soft and squishy and he just—“c’mon please let me make you feel good! you just look so cute!! i’ll be so good at it, i swear!!!” and when you say yes it’s the first time you see naruto actually focus on something that’s not training or ramen (turns out your pussy is the third and final interest naruto has in life) and he absolutely demolishes you—leaves you without your pants or your soul—on the couch.
18+ MDNI // cw: oral (f!receiving), unestablished relationship.
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this is so cute, especially for like a situationship kind of thingy.
like, maybe there is an obvious spark dancing between you even if you aren’t exactly official yet. maybe you hang out a lot, but don’t call it dating just yet even if you love to do stuff together.
maybe you keep him company at the food places that are open 24/7 because he tends to get bored and hungry a lot and goes to bed super late, and maybe he sometimes spends the night at your place as a result afterwards; wrapped in your embrace and wearing nothing else but his underwear because he doesn’t have anything else to sleep in — of course.
maybe you keep making people assume that you’re a couple because of how you always make sure to sit together whenever you’re out with a group of friends, or how his arm is always draped around your shoulders, or how you’re constantly ruffling his hair and hugging him goodbye.
maybe you’ve even shared a couple of kisses and some heavy petting here and there whenever one drink too many got involved and he offered to walk you home from the bar even if he could barely stand upright himself.
that kind of thing.
so when he makes an actual move on you for the first time — completely sober and halfway through an excruciatingly shitty movie that he picked — you’re kind of surprised, but at the same time… not really?
after all, it’s pretty obvious that he likes you, it’s outright spelled on his forehead. and him being the confident guy who’s super open about his feelings, he certainly isn’t the type to deny it when he’s already dug himself a hole this deep. quite on the contrary, he tells you that he likes you right to your face.
you attract him. he finds you so cute, especially tonight, when you’re dressed in your little top that hugs you in all the right places and the comfortable shorts that sometimes ride up high enough for him to see the fat of your ass whenever you angle yourself just right.
but despite asking if he can eat you out and drowning you in compliments and eager promises, he can be quite the little shit when he wants to be, you know?
so he practically pins you down to the couch under the pretense of playfighting and initiates a doting attack of kisses that are peppered all over your face and that make your heart outright flutter with joy the moment you tell him yes. you can’t really blame him for it; he’s just very affectionate by default and has been waiting for literal ages to exhibit all that love he harbours for you.
you wiggle underneath him, trying to break free from under his weight so that you can return the favour, but his warm mouth is already making its way down your chest; leaving audible smooches that tickle and make you laugh quietly.
and even though he’s sunshine incarnate and all things good, he’s surprisingly strong when he wants to be. you squirm and instinctively try to push him away with the help of your legs, but it’s no use.
all it does is pull him closer. your legs are wrapped around his waist; he’s made himself so comfortable between them. his half hard cock is snug against your clothed pussy. the occasional friction you both experience makes you both breathe a little harder than you normally would and makes blood rush south.
he is very boyfriend material even if he isn’t your boyfriend, so the entire thing is literally just a series of loud kissy noises mixing with your squeals of his name. it’s fun and playful and sweet, just like he is.
and then before you know it, things escalate fast. he’s manhandling you into position, making you hug his head with your thighs as he licks you right over the cotton of your underwear, with your comfy shorts tossed somewhere on the floor and your cute top pushed so far up to the collar that both of your tits are out.
he’s messy and ardent to please. if the panties that you’re wearing are plain white, his drool will make them so damp that they’re practically see-through. he’ll make them stick to your pussy so that he can see the literal outline of it; tracing your sticky slit over and over again with the tip of his tongue and finger, shaping you out.
and then when those panties finally come off, sliding down your slightly trembling legs and ending up dangling from one ankle, he really goes to town.
he’s all sloppy kisses aimed at your cunt and tongue fucking and drool, drool, drool. he’s bright red cheeks and lustful blue eyes that remind you of a sea gone murky after a stormy night. he’s mussed hair in the colour of wheat that you just can’t stop weaving your fingers through, and an adorably smushed nose that keeps on pressing against your clit as he keeps on shoving his tongue in and out of your tight hole, tasting you so much and so deeply that your slick is practically dribbling down his chin.
he’s a calloused thumb being swiped over your nipple and a broad hand wrapped in bandages as it tigtens its grip around your thigh. he’s broad shoulders, a fast-beating heart and sweaty tan skin. he’s overstimulation and loud slurps and moans and raspy whimpers as he keeps moving his hips and practically humps the couch because of how fucking horny you make him.
and finally, he’s also ready to cum in his pants the moment he feels you clench around the two fingers he’s shoved into you at some point.
especially because the name that you end up moaning out is his.
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strawbeerossi · 5 months
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Let Me Hear You
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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Unit Chief!Spencer Reid
Description: You and Spencer pull an all nighter to get caught up on paperwork. However whenever you decide to break to eat, you find yourself with some free time before the food gets there.
Content/Warnings: Talking about sex, food mentions and being hungry, unprotected sex, creampie
Word Count: 1.1K
Kinktober Day Twenty Five: Sound Kink
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One thing you learned about Spencer was that he liked to let the world know what was his. For instance, he was proud for everyone to know he was the newest acting unit chief after Emily passed the baton so she could be the first female director of the FBI. It was a big achievement for him after spending years dedicating his time to his career. Another thing he liked to tell the world was about his academic career, all his PHDs and academic excellency being a proud achievement he was happy to let everyone hear about.
He wore these achievements like a badge of honor. Anyone in his shoes would. His personal life was more quiet, although one part of it was something he was far too proud to show off. You. You’d begun dating while you worked in a separate sector of the FBI, your transfer being about a year after you both started seeing each other. You enjoyed having a man as strong as him as well as a job where you did important things.
You’d currently been pulling an all nighter at the office, catching up with the shocking amount of paperwork you let pile on your desk. Spencer had planned on staying as well, so it worked out a lot better than you’d expected. You were both sitting in his office, the both of you having coffees filled to the brim for the night ahead. “You can summarize things, you know.” Spencer had commented with a chuckle, eyes looking over the huge statement you were writing. “This is a summary. Oh, my god. Is it too long?!” You asked while lifting your head to face your boyfriend, who chuckled. “No! I was just letting you know, that's all.”
As the paperwork dragged on, Spencer was eventually closing the file in his hand. “What do you say we take a break? I think we’ve earned it.” Which you didn’t object, your eyes crossed from all the reading and writing you’d been doing. As you placed the completed files to the side, you leaned against your boyfriend’s desk. “Should we order from that all night burger place in town? I’m pretty sure they deliver.” You inferred while Spencer was tapping his pen against the desk. “Yeah, let’s go ahead and order from there tonight. Seems easy and quick enough.” He chuckled. Which was exactly what you both did. After calling in your orders and confirming they did deliveries, it was a waiting game now.
“I know something that’ll pass the time.” Your boyfriend teased, eyebrows wiggling while you laughed and rolled your eyes with a smile. “Is sex on your mind all the time?” You asked in a teasing tone while he put his hands up in self defense. “Look at my girlfriend. Any guy would be lucky enough to be able to put their hands on you.” He was pushing himself to stand while offering a hand in your direction, tugging you up and to his chest when you took it. “Besides, don’t act like you aren’t jumping on me any chance you get.” He wiggled his eyebrows with a laugh, head dipping down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.
The sweetness eventually escalated though, your bodies pressed flush against one another as your kiss had deepened. You were backing up with Spencer’s assistance before your body was hitting the couch towards the left side of the office. With both of you giggling due to your eagerness causing you to fall back, your head was lifting as you could feel his hands moving to bunch up the skirt you were wearing. “We don’t have much time.” He murmured, which you nodded as you were pushing your panties to the side as Spencer pulled his cock from his slacks.
After giving a few lazy tugs, the thick head of his shaft was plunging into your hot, leaking cunt. Your hands were quick to grasp at his shoulders. “Fuck.” You hissed, biting your lower lip as his hips were snapping into yours. You were making an effort to keep it down, already knowing there were cleaning crews as well as other agents working late on the floor. Last thing you needed was to alert everyone.
However Spencer seemed to realize, his hands squeezing your hips as his head was dipping in order for him to whisper in your ear. “Let everyone know who’s making you feel good in here. I wanna get complaints.” He murmured against your ear, a moan tumbling out of your mouth at the request. “Tell the office that you liked getting fucked by your unit chief like the whore you are.” The words had your hands clutching his shoulders tighter as you were letting your head tilt back. His hand had slid down your body, thumb rubbing at your clit before he was pinching it between his fingers to elicit a cry from you, knowing exactly how to get you crying and moaning loud enough for every floor to hear.
“That’s right. Fuck. Take my cock so well. I know you love it when I pound your sweet pussy.” He hummed in her ear. “Bet you want me to fill you up too. Don’t you?” The words were enough to help drive you both closer to the edge, your eyes falling shut as the moans and whines just fell from your lips. Once the filter was taken away, you made it known that you were getting fucked in the office. As you’d both approached your orgasms, Spencer had managed to get rougher on you.
With his grip tightening on your hips, he’d let himself go overboard as he was jackhammering against the spongy button that he’d been prodding within the past few minutes.
The force had a fire spreading all throughout your body, louder moans and pleas for him not to stop now filling the once quiet and peaceful office space. As you were being fucked into oblivion, it wasn’t long until your cunt was clenching tightly around his cock, sucking him in as best as you could as your orgasm was making you see stars. Your body jolted with a few more rough thrusts before you could feel a warmth gushing inside of you, chest rising and falling rapidly as you were clutching your boyfriend tighter.
However it wasn’t long until you’d gotten a text, Spencer being the one to gently pull out of you before approaching the desk. “The food is here. Why don’t you lay here and relax? I’ll be right back.”
“Yeah.. Might be best..” you commented, face flushed as you were pulling your panties back into place and smoothing out your skirt.
“I’m starving anyway.” You laughed.
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impishjesters · 5 months
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Im so obsessed with the nonsexual intimacy headcannon between reader and Jax. They are SO good! You're wonderful at writing Jax as well, it feels v in character!! (Even if we only have one ep. :P)
If you like, I would love to see your take on Jax with a reader who makes stuff to show affection. Clothes, art, ect. ect.
If not, that's fine! I love reading through your blog enough on its own, haha!
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Jax with a gift-giving affection s/o
warning(s): none A/N: You can't tell me Jax wouldn't get irritable during craft time, patience isn't his strong suit in this situation and he'd definitely overreact if something wasn't going as planned. It's craft time baby, not nuclear codes, you can breathe baby.
Jax isn’t the biggest fan of physical affection, he can but there’s a limit to how much he’ll tolerate.
Being shown your affection by handmade gifts? Well, he’s not used to receiving stuff like this but it’s an absolute breath of fresh air to the idea of being touched all the time.
If you’re his s/o then he’s a lot nicer about the stuff you make him, even if he doesn’t know what it is or have a use for it. (you could gift this bitch a rock with googly eyes and pipe cleaners and he’d still thank you and display it in his room, but in the back of his head he’s questioning what the hell this is and why you’re giving it to him)
If you aren’t dating yet then he’ll still accept the gifts but he’s more forward in asking what something is if he’s unsure. Which could sound like a genuine question or a flat-out rude statement, really depends.
Clothing and accessories are his favorite gifts because not only does he get to look snazzy, but he gets to show them off and rub it in other people’s faces that not only does he look bitchin’ but it’s you who made it for him.
He’s not typically vain but your clothing and accessories make his pride skyrocket.
Jax has zero creative crafting skills but he’ll often toss out an idea for something matching, usually something simple like an accessory but he’ll avoid matching rings. It feels too intimate, similar to certain other matching-themed items.
Now if you manage to rope him into making something with you, IE you supplying it and just sitting there making something together but separately.
The most this boy can make is a bead bracelet, the knot is awful so you’ll have to fix it later when he’s not looking. But hey, you get a one-of-a-kind Jax bracelet that looks like a child teenager made it. (he doesn’t have the patience for anything fancier)
Aside from clothing, Jax also favours any art stuff, especially if it’s of him. Since they won’t get as seen in his room he’s taken to displaying some of them around the tent with a not-so-vague threat that if anything happened to them he’d make sure the punishment followed the crime. (no Caine, you don't get to have an opinion, the picture is staying)
His favourite works stay safely in his room though, you don’t know it but he likes to look at them when he’s missing you. ew emotions
It doesn’t compare skill-wise, but Jax does occasionally try and gift you something in return.
Gangle somehow managed to rope Jax into joining her when crafting one time, saying it would be a nice little surprise to make something for you. (she was just lonely, she feels bad using you as an excuse like that but it worked!)
Once in a blue moon he’ll join Gangle to make you something, it’s a miracle Gangle puts up with him because his frustrations get a little wild for no reason. (he’s like a grumpy toddler in need of a nap time when he gets upset over crafting, man has no patience for the glue to dry)
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theambitiouswoman · 1 year
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Signs you’re dating a high-value guy:
He cares about seeing you play at your best
A great guy has no interest in seeing you scale back your ambitions so that he can feel good about himself.
On the contrary, he loves to see you flourish. For him, supporting your success only means more excitement and adventure. He loves seeing what you make of your life and cares about protecting your dreams.
In short, the high-value guy lives to see you playing at an extraordinary level.
He isn’t afraid of you over-taking him
Guys worth dating aren’t fussed about out-earning you or worried about who is further ahead in their career.
He won’t get insecure because you happen to be a lawyer or have a PhD, nor will he fret about your substantial paycheck. He doesn’t measure his life in competition with yours, because (would you believe it?) he has self-esteem and measures his life on more than just achievement.
He wants to provide for you
This one might seem like it immediately invalidates the previous point, but it doesn’t.
Here’s why: Even though he’s fine with you over-taking him financially, a high-value guy still wants to be someone who can provide for you in all kinds of ways.
This doesn’t mean he wants to pay for everything, but he’ll work hard to be the kind of man who can protect and serve you, whether by being emotionally strong, financially independent, or by being able to treat you to incredible experiences and indulgent surprises.
He’s turned on by your independence
“Damsel in constant distress” is not sexy to a high-value guy.
A man worth being with delights in seeing you handle your own life (even if he loves to help now and then), and will want to encourage anything that promotes your autonomy and independence.
While every man loves to feel needed, only insecure daddy-type guys seek to acquire importance by seeing you helpless and entirely dependent on them.
He’s responsive to your needs, even if he doesn’t always get them right first time
Ok, he might not know the *exact* words that turn you on most right away, or he might not realise that “quality time” is your love language, or he may not know that handwritten birthday cards make you melt.
But he learns. And responds when he drops the ball and gets it wrong.
The best guy isn’t a mind-reader, but he is an expert at following the signs if you make them clear enough.
Just enjoy it (and for god’s sake let him know how happy his effort makes you ­– positive reinforcement works!). Showing him that you notice and appreciate his listening skills is the best way to get more of it.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice to come and help you out of a bind
You’re in trouble? You need help with your university paper and want someone to come and read it at 4am the night before submission? You need to be saved from your family?
He’ll jump out of bed and into his car to come and save you before you’ve even put down the phone. He might not like the “damsel in constant distress”, but the “damsel having an occasional freak out” will make him drive all night like a knight riding to save a princess.
He won’t take your crap
Be warned: high-value guys have high expectations. If you’re ok with that, this will only raise your game.
He’s strong, and that means he doesn’t put up with draining people in his life.
He has no interest in indulging complaining and doesn’t have time to waste endlessly going over old problems or moaning about the past.
If you’re being unreasonable, he’ll tell you. To your face. Like a man. In other words, be ready for a guy who will stand up for himself and won’t stand for being walked over.
He takes care of his life with minimal fuss
High value guys limit the amount of time they spend wallowing in self-pity after a setback. They are responsive in the face of failure and spring into action at the sight of problems rather than falling apart.
Of course, he’s still human. And vulnerable. Which is a good thing. So sometimes he’ll need love and reassurance that everything will be ok. But then he’ll be back on his feet and fighting to get a grip again.
When the castle crumbles, he’s the one who starts stacking bricks to rebuild the fortress.
He cares about keeping small promises
In the book The Road by Cormac McCarthy, the son tells his father: “If you break little promises, you’ll break big ones.”
This is essentially the philosophy of a high value guy. It’s his code. He doesn’t feel ok simply shrugging his shoulders when he promised to pick up your shopping on the way home and just forgot. He kicks himself when he promised he’d book that restaurant and it totally slipped his mind.
The idea of not living up to his word is death to him. As it should be for all of us.
Speaking of which…
He chooses his words carefully
A guy who is great relationship material says nothing idly. He doesn’t make empty proclamations of love that he doesn’t feel in his heart.
He won’t say trite phrases or go through the motions if he thinks he’s just using cheap sentiment to soothe you without addressing the real problem.
If he says he adores you, he means it.
He’ll comfort you. He’ll stroke your hair and tell you you’re incredible. But he won’t make everything sound easy or simple when it’s not. Because he cares about big ideas like Truth and Honesty.
He wants to improve without needing to be asked
Great guys are always looking for ways to be better.
He doesn’t want to get healthy because you asked him to, he wants to do it because he takes pride in caring about his body.
He reads books not to show off, but because he takes education seriously.
He seeks adventure not to impress you, but because he wants to grab life and suck up experiences while he’s on this earth.
He seeks success because he wants to fulfil his potential, not because he arbitrarily wants a bigger paycheck.
At his core, he’s self-motivated. That might sometimes mean he tries a bit harder than he needs to, but that’s a much better problem to have than having a lazy man who never makes an effort.
He’ll “grasp nettles”
I stole this one from advertising genius David Ogilvy, who wrote “leaders grasp nettles”.
What Ogilvy meant by this is that leaders in life are willing to do the difficult action that no-one else will. This is the same of any high-value guy. He doesn’t run from the difficult or sensitive conversation. He confronts problems. He makes the difficult phone call.
He doesn’t put off troubles hoping they’ll just blow over. Which is why others respect him and look up to him.
He’ll invest in the relationship without losing himself in it
Maybe it sounds romantic to think of the Edward Cullen obsessive-love type boyfriend, but in the real world a high-value guy is capable of falling loving without obsessing (he can still be passionate and intense, just not in the creepy stalker-esque way vampire romance novels portray it).
Guys who are well-balanced have multiple sources of joy in their world. Friends. Family. Fulfilling work. Because they’ve learnt how to be happy being single first (as I’ve spoken about before).
All of these are important to him, even if eventually you become the most important thing to him.
He listens to what you tell him and responds
As mentioned earlier, high value guys want to make you happy. And this means they listen. They look for clues. They are endlessly curious about you as their partner and want to understand your mind.
You’ll usually see this in the amount of thought he puts into gifts and trips, particularly if it involves things he’s clearly decided based on your previous conversations.
Of course, that does NOT mean he’ll always get it right. Even high-value guys will sometimes get it completely wrong and screw up badly (we have to be realistic, after all). But crucially, he’ll keep trying to fulfil your needs. He’ll remember when he messed up and adjust his behaviour. And if you communicate your standards well, he’ll strive to live up to them.
He has unique pairings
High value guys, like high value women, don’t rely on a single personality trait.
He can be intellectual and deep, but he can also be exciting and totally silly. He’s comfortable being sexual, but he’s also a gentleman and has class. He’s fiercely loyal, but ready to double-down on his principles when his view differs from everyone else’s.
The best people always embody both sides of the coin.
He builds a future with you
The high-value guy who is serious about you will want to make you the strongest team in the world. He’s loyal and wants to find ways to bring you closer together, which means he thinks about the future with you and discusses it openly.
That doesn’t mean he’ll necessarily move quickly, but it does mean he wants to invest in the relationship and make your emotional connection stronger so that he can share his world with you.
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bitchyycapricorn · 1 year
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Library Scandals
Remus Lupin x Established Relationship Fem!Reader
Masterlist
Word Count:5k+
Synopsis: Remus and Y/N are in a secret yet very committed relationship. Pent up jealousy and sexual frustration leads them to the library part curfew.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Oral (M and F receiving), throat fucking, PIV penetration, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names, jealousy, mentions of toxic family, “getting caught”, language.
AN: Briefly edited
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Remus peers at the marauders map in front of him tracing your every move as you make your way through the castle. His eyes linger over your footsteps and your name which read “Y/N Grey.” His heart skips a beat the deeper you move through the grounds, watching as you swiftly avoid Filch and any other teachers that happen to be on night watch. 
It was getting rather late of course and Remus knew those teachers would be retiring to their beds quite soon. Which is why he was rather surprised to see you on the move so early. He watches as your footsteps pause for a moment outside the library before entering the facility.
Remus smirks to himself knowing exactly what you were doing. You were once again off to the restricted section to continue to read about wandless magic and transformations. Remus never liked to leave you alone on these scandalous adventures, which is why he finds himself quickly muttering “mischief managed” as he slips out of his own dormitory. 
Remus, unlike you, is smart enough to wait for all professors to go to bed before heading to the library to join you. The moonlight lighting up his path so he didn’t need to use his wand. His journey is quick and he soon finds himself in front of the large doors to the library that you both so desperately love. 
Remus quietly creaks the door open, quickly slipping inside and shutting it behind him. He scrambles hurriedly over to the restricted section where he finds you hunched over a book, nothing but a lantern and the moonlight to light the area around you. 
“I suspected you’d be on your way,” your soft voice breaks the silence as a smirk plays upon your lips. Remus lets out a soft laugh as he admires the way the soft yellow glow of the candle lights up your face in the dark room. 
“I couldn’t let you have all the fun now could I?” Remus replies coyly. A smirk playing on his lips as well. He stands there a moment more to admire you before making his way toward your hunched figure. He places a soft kiss atop your head relishing in this moment alone with you. He knows you aren’t supposed to be together, and you know it as well. It just seems to somehow, and for some reason, worry you less that the two of you are dating. 
You come from a strong pure blood line of Grey’s, and your family holds quite high expectations of you. Especially when it comes to your marital status. Your parents usher you to keep your eyes open for a good pure blood boy whose family comes from good money like yours. As a first year, you were quick to make this promise. You hadn’t thought much of such things. But as a 7th year, things have definitely changed. 
You’ve fancied Remus Lupin since second year and the two of you had secretly made things official fourth year. The fact either of you have been able to keep it hush hush for this long is beyond Remus, but not you. 
You know exactly why things have kept so quiet. Part of it has to do with the constant lies that you feed your family about how you are “changing” Sirius Black from a blood trader to a restored pure blood lover. You made a promise to your mother and father that you fancy him and by the end of 7th year you’d have a proposal. 
Now, you had planned to end this facade ages ago, but Remus convinced you this was the only way your parents wouldn’t disown you. You know that a family bond is important to Remus, given his own family troubles, so you agreed to continue the lies. The issue is how absolutely and utterly jealous Remus is becoming. Even now sitting in the library you can tell he is on edge about something again. 
“Sirius was hitting on you again,” Remus huffs taking a seat on the table you’re working at. 
“Oh?” You question innocently, as if you hadn’t noticed. 
Remus lets out a small groan of annoyance as he begins to pick at his nails. “Darling, he was fawning over you at lunch,” Remus whines. His brown eyes are big and pleading. Asking, no begging, for you to stop Sirius’s antics. 
“Well my dear,” you chuckle lightly, “perhaps if you finally told the boys we were together Sirius would stop.” 
Remus stares at you silently for a moment before finally speaking up. “Y/N, you know how mouthy the boys are… it will get out and to your parents and…”
“Rem,” you softly cut in. “I think you forget this is our last year. It’s going to come out eventually. Why does it matter if it’s now rather than then?” You try to keep your voice as soft and soothing as possible, you know Remus is an anxious person and this conversation in particular always upsets him. It really did surprise you how insistent he was that you keep your relationship under complete wraps until after graduation. Many would suspect cheating, but you know the other reality of why he requests this. Remus fears the way your fellow housemates will treat you.
Remus has already witnessed the relentless attacks on Sirius for being a blood traitor despite not even being placed in Slytherin. He couldn’t bare to imagine the way you would be treated for being a blood traitor being that Slytherin is your house. 
Though it didn’t particularly worry or bother you, you refuse to put any more stress on your darling boyfriend. So you allow for things to stay quiet. Between family ties and bullying, you know this was what ultimately makes Remus happy. Even if his whining about Sirius Black drives you crazy. 
“No no,” Remus huffs back finally, making you tear your gaze from your book. “Your parents might cut you off financially, or…”
“Remmy, we don’t have to if it worries you okay? Perhaps instead you could simply mention to Sirius that you fancy me? He’ll stop then you know.” You try to offer a kind smile but you know deep down it isn’t doing much. 
Remus draws his lip between his teeth before shaking his head. His fluffy brown curls bouncing with the motion as he mutters “no,” a few times under his breath. “Sirius might not care, he might take it as a competition to get you first,” Remus points out as if it were obvious. 
“Get me first?” You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at his assertion. “Rem, last time I checked, now I could be wrong, but you actually got me first due to the fact we’re dating.” 
“But-Okay yes but if I tell him I fancy you then later he finds out we’re together, he might be mad at me!” Remus pleads. You roll your eyes finally turning your chair to face him completely. 
“Remus Lupin,” your voice was a little more stern than intended, but you sure as hell knew he was listening now. “I’m almost positive Sirius Black is currently, as in as if this year, on his way to shagging a good portion of our year. Having said that, I highly, and when I say highly I mean highly doubt that he will care that you are shagging me.” You finish with a small sigh. Your eyes lock with Remus’s and you could see a smile beginning to form on his face. “What?” You question with a small laugh. 
“Did you just accuse our best friend of shagging the whole year?” Remus chuckles. 
“No!” You squeal in defense. “I said on his way to a good portion of our grade!” 
Remus lets out another laugh before attempting to get serious again. “Well, you also said that I’m shagging your which is completely and utterly incorrect,” Remus mumbles lowly.
“Really Lupin? That’s what you got out of that? That Sirius is shagging girls and you’re still a virgin?” You let out an exasperated sigh at how absolutely impossible this boy is. 
“Hey! You’re a virgin too!” Remus gasps, pointing at you defensively. 
“Remus!” You cry with a small laugh. “Still not the point! My point is that he won’t care! If you want our friend to stop “hitting” on me, you’ve ought to say something.” 
Remus locks eyes with you again before letting out a small groan. “I get the point, but now all I can think about is how I’m still a bloody virgin!” 
Your eyes immediately flew shut as you burst out laughing at his comment. “Remus!” You wheeze while gripping your stomach. “We’re still virgins because my housemates would have a heart attack if you stepped foot into my dorm and your roommates don’t have a reason to leave, then stay gone long enough for us to do anything. Perhaps if you…”
“Well maybe we’ll just have to do it right here then.” Remus states matter-of-factly. Your eyes widened at his offer as you shake your head slowly. 
“We can’t just get naked in the restricted section,” you say slowly. 
“Says who?” Remus hums, glancing down at you. You look up again at his figure sitting on the desk before deciding to stand up. You shuffle your way between his legs and plant a soft kiss to his lips. 
“Says me, I say we can’t get na-“ and suddenly your voice was muffled by your pajama top being taken off your body.
“What was that about you not getting naked? I’m pretty sure you’re the one with your top off,” Remus teases as he admires your completely bare chest. You let out a huff, unable to form any words as you quickly wrap your arms around yourself as cold air surrounds you. 
“Remus it’s cold,” you whin eyeing your shirt. 
“Well if you move your arms I can use my hands to warm your tits,” Remus snickers earning him a light flick in the arm. 
“If you’re going to be an ass and offer to warm me up you might as well warm me up in the right way,” you growl in response. Remus raises an eyebrow at you, leaning back onto the books behind him. 
“Oh?” He questioned, intrigued by your sudden dominance in the situation. 
“Mhm. If you want to warm me up, use your whole body Remus Lupin. Go on. Fuck me.” You tempt. The smirk that once sat proudly on Remus’s face fell as he swallows thickly. It was only then that he realizes you were standing in front of him, hands on each side of his thighs, with you tits on full display. It was then that he realizes he’s never seen you naked before. 
“Scared?” You whisper. 
“Terrified.” Remus swallows. 
You step back and slowly slip off your pajama shorts followed by your panties. Remus watches your movements with hawk like precision, his eyes never once leaving your body. He was so focused on how gorgeous your body looked he didn’t even realize you had been standing there waiting for him to say something for almost two minutes. 
“Oh my,” Remus breaths. “You look, you look absolutely stunning. You truly are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” His eyes graze over your face, then your neck, and down your chest and stomach. He admires your hips and thighs, before slowly skimming down your bare legs. Remus felt like he was on fire. His whole body burns for you, in fact his pajama pants felt quite tight for you. 
“Your turn to strip for me lover boy,” you hum, pulling Remus out of his trance. He nods quickly, sliding off the table to discard his shirt and pants, along with any other garments. His eyes meet yours once again, he looks so nervous. 
Remus is in fact nervous, though the nervousness is overpowered by excitement. His body shivers as the cold air envelops his toned body. The moonlight shines on Remus pale skin perfectly, allowing you to see every scar left behind by the full moon. The atmosphere of the room was becoming tense due to you both standing there silent and naked. 
“Y/N,” Remus whispers, slowly moving towards you. “May I….” His hand reaches forward but he stops himself just before he can make contact with the soft skin of your waist. May I touch you?” His voice is soft and unsure, like a small child who doesn’t know if they’re about to get in trouble. 
But you smile at him, allowing Remus to relax under your loving gaze. “Of course you can touch me Remus, I love when you touch me.” You whisper in a hushed tone. Now you begin to move forward, stepping into his touch. 
Remus makes quick work of his hands, running them down your waist and then to your hips before sliding them to you back side so he can gently grip your ass. You let out as soft moan as his lips connect with yours, drinking up the feeling of his body pressing against you. “Rem…” you mumble softly, “Can I please you?” 
Your words seem to take Remus by surprise, since he pauses the kiss you were both sharing. His lips detach from yours so he can meet your gaze once again. “I-I would really like that, but only if you’re comfortable!” He quickly adds. 
“Remus Lupin,” you sigh, “I’d do anything for you I swear,” your voice is like honey as you drag your hands down his body while dropping to your knees in front of him. You watch as Remus’s cock twitches, tempting you to put it in your mouth. 
You decide to take it slow, first grabbing onto the base of his cock and jerking it forward. Remus let out a soft whine at your action, bucking his hips forward. His eyes begging for you to continue. You slowly begin to move your hand back and forth at a steady pace, enjoying the soft sounds that we’re tumbling from Remus’s lips. 
After a few more jerks you found yourself leaning in with your mouth open, ready to take his cock. 
You could hear his breath hitch as your lips made contact with his tip, sucking lightly on the sensitive head. You swirl your tongue around his tip, making sure to spread around the precum that was leaking from his aching cock. 
You slowly lower you head fully onto his base while Remus’s hands fly to your hair, tugging lightly as you choke on his length. Remus was thick in your mouth, making it easy to feel every vein and curve as your head bobs up and down. 
Remus feels hot from the pleasure, relishing in the much better feeling of your mouth rather than his hand. He loves the way you look while you suck him off. The way tears are forming in your eyes as you gag around his length. Your head continues to move up and down at a steady pace as you hallow your cheeks. Remus instinctively bucks his hips at the feeling, fucking into your throat. 
A small moan escapes your lips at the sensation, wanting Remus to do it again. You pull away for a moment, “do that again Rem, I like the feeling of you fucking my throat,” you hum as your lips wrap around his cock once again. 
Remus lets out a long moan, bucking his hips forward, wanting to fill your request. He begins to collect your hair in his hands, which allowed him to hold your head in place as he slowly picks up his thrusts. 
You could tell Remus was becoming close by the way his abs flex each time he went deeper down your throat. Along with the way he was pushing you all the way down on his cock and holding you there a moment before thrusting back out again. This pattern continues a few more times before Remus let out a ragged gasp while pushing your head all the way down on his cock. You could feel the heat of his cum shoot down your throat as Remus releases you from his tight grip. 
“Fuck, you did so well bunny.” Remus huffs, completely out of breath. He cups your cheek before sliding his hand under your chin to tilt your head upwards. You smile up at him while he smiles back at you. “Come on pretty girl, stand up for me. I want to bury my face in that beautiful cunt of yours to show you just how much I love you.”
A soft moan escapes your lips as you pick yourself up off the ground, leaning into Remus’s embrace to give him a small kiss. 
“Come on bunny, up on the table for me,” he says pulling you over to where he was previously sitting. He helps you up onto the desk before dropping to his knees in front of your glistening folds. Spreading your legs, Remus brings your thighs over his shoulders so they can rest there, leaving you to lean back on the books behind you. You let out a moan as you tug at Remus’s soft locks, wanting him to bury his face between your thighs. 
“What do you want bunny? Hmm? Use your words for me now,” Remus says with a chuckle. 
You let out a small whine before replying with a soft whimper “P-please Remus, I want you to touch me.”
“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Remus hums with a smirk. His head slowly dipping between your slick coated thighs. His lips began pressing gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs as he travels upwards to your soaking cunt. With a small kiss to your folds, Remus slips his tongue in and gently licks your clit. Slowly lapping up all of your juices in the process. 
“Mm bunny, you’re so fucking wet for me,” Remus coos between licks. Your legs begin to tremble as Remus presses his face deeper into your heat so he can press his lips against your throbbing bundle of nerves. 
“Oh Merlin Remus, please don’t stop,” you cry as Remus continues to devour you. His tongue flicking your clit at a constant pace as your hips slowly move upwards to meet his mouth. Your hips begin to grind into him, wanting to feel as much friction as possible as Remus softly takes your clit between his lips. You could feel your high coming on, causing your body to convulse under his soft touch. “Oh fuck Remus, please just like that, I’m going to cum,” you plead causing Remus to smirk against you. He maintains his movement as your body begins to convulse above him, your thighs squeezing together as your orgasm spreads throughout your shaking body. 
Remus doesn’t stop until you’re whining that it’s too much. His lips only then pulling away from your sensitive cunt. 
“You did so good for me bunny,” Remus praises as he kisses you softly. You can taste your cum on his lips making you squirm underneath him at the arousing memory that happened just moments ago. 
His hot fingers make their way down your body and to your heat which is dripping from a mix of your orgasm and arousal for Remus. His fingers delicately trace patterns over your sensitive throbbing cunt before he slowly slips a finger into your entrance. You shiver at the sensation, quickly pressing your lips to Remus’s to hide your moan. Remus returns the kiss feverishly as his fingers pump in and out of you. You can feel as his fingers stretch you out, preparing you for his cock. 
You let out a few more whimpers before whispering “Remmy please fuck me,” against his swollen lips. Remus pulls your body to the edge of the table, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist while one hand rests around your waist. His other hand rests on your thigh. You can feel the wetness from Remus fingers smear across your thigh as his thumb traces a circular motion into your soft skin. Shuffling forward slightly, Remus enters you with ease, allowing himself to fully press into you. You throw your head back as a strangled moan erupts from your throat at the new sensation. Remus groans and curses as he begins to thrust his hips into yours. Embracing the feeling of your cunt as it squeezes his cock. Remus tries his best to keep a steady rhythm and pace going, but the sensation is overwhelming as he slides in and out of you. His hips snapping into yours repeatedly. 
He was overtaken by the smell of your perfume that lingered from earlier that day, along with the smell of your hair wash. Remus could already feel himself getting close for the second time that night, enjoying the sensation of being so close to you. He loves the way you feel, not just the way you squeeze around him but the way you feel in his arms. He loves the way your lips feel on his, the way you sound when you moan for him. Remus knew for a fact he would never want anyone else, he knew this before tonight, but tonight… tonight was worth every rough patch and every moment of hiding your relationship from others. Tonight was everything Remus needed to know that you are his and his alone. 
You too felt this deep connection of never wanting Remus to let go of you. If it were possible you’d have him stay like this with you forever- fucking you dumb on the desk of the restricted section. His thrusts were soft yet ruthless, as he pounds into you over and over. You could hear the sound of his skin slapping against yours, the sound of him slipping in and out of your wet cunt. Over and over again Remus fucks into you, relentlessly. You could feel your body begin to shake as you press your chest into Remus’s. Loving the feeling of his body heat radiating off onto you. 
“I’m so close Rem, you’re going to make me cum again…oh oh, ugh you feel so good,” you cry, allowing tears to slip down your cheeks as a string of moan flows from your chest. 
“Cum for me bunny, cum on my cock,” Remus urges, kissing your lips gently a few times. His lips linger on yours for a moment as the feeling in your stomach finally burst causing a wave of pleasure to overtake your mind and body. You cry out Remus’s name into the kiss, trembling as he helps you ride out your high. 
Even in your hazy state you could feel Remus’s cock begin to twitch inside you, signaling that he was close. His moans echoing through the library as his hips jut into you even deeper. Drawing in and out with bruising force. Remus could feel himself getting closer as he desperately chases his high. Craving to release deep inside of you. 
His hips moved in a new rhythm, thrusting a few times before hitting deep within you and holding there for a moment before repeating his ruthless motion. You squirm under his touch as his grip tightens on your back. 
“Oh fuck,” Remus huffs out, “You feel so good bunny,” Remus continues to praise you. “I’m so close pretty girl.”
A small whimper escapes your lips at the pet names, loving the way Remus continues to praise you as he begins to reach his high. 
Within minutes Remus could feel himself beginning to release as his hips snap deep into yours, holding still to fill your cunt up as much as he could. The feeling of pleasure and relief was so overwhelming Remus practically collapses onto you as he comes down from his high. You wrap your arms around his sweaty body wanting to feel him as close as possible. 
A small sigh escapes your lips as you breathe in Remus’s scent. “I love you Remus,” you whisper in his ear softly while he moans in response.
“I love you more,” he whispers back after a moment of comfortable silence. You smile to yourself as you pull Remus even closer to your naked body, not allowing him to pull out of you quite yet. 
It wasn’t until after another beat of silence that Remus groans and begins to shuffle in your arms. “Let’s go get cleaned up baby, we can head to the perfect washrooms,” Remus coos softly in your ear as he slowly pulls out of you. 
You let out a throaty moan at the loss, desperately wanting to feel him back in you. But you also desperately wanted to go with him to clean up. Remus steps away from the desk and quickly slides on his pajamas before picking yours up. Your legs were weak so you stay put on the table allowing Remus to come help dress you. 
“Thank you Remmy,” you whisper as he pulls on your pajama shorts and helps you slip on your top. You can feel Remus’s cum drip down your legs but you know there isn’t much you can do until you’re both in the bathroom. 
And so you allow Remus to lead you out of the library and into the empty washroom just down the corridor. He turns and makes quick work on locking the door behind him using a charm. 
You feel yourself gravitate towards the large bath, turning the handles to allow the water to run while you empty some bubble bath solution into the tube as well. Remus eyes you lovingly, feeling eager to once again strip you, but this time be able to help you wash up. He begins to peel off his own cloths before approaching you to help you do the same. You moan under his touch, allowing for his hands to gently pull the fabric off your sensitive skin. His cool hands run over your bare hips and stomach while you step into the tub. Remus is quick to follow, taking a seat behind you.
You lay with your back pressing against Remus’s chest, simply enjoying the feeling of him. He is quick to lather his hands in body wash so he can run them up and down your body once again. His hands rub gently into your sore shoulders, hips, and thighs, making sure to lather you up well. He then begins to apply the body wash to himself, wanting to smell just like you. 
“We have to wash our hair baby,” you say as you begin scooping water up and over your head in order to drench your hair. Remus lets out a soft laugh as he aids you, wetting his hair as well in the process. 
“You look beautiful Y/N,” Remus gushes as he begins washing your hair from behind. His fingers gently massaging into your scalp, making sure to wash the sweat away. You hum at the feeling and thank him for the compliment. 
“I can wash your hair Rem,” you offer, allowing yourself to turn around in the large tub so you’re straddling him. You squeeze some of the shampoo into your hands and begin to lather it into his wet curly brown locks. You mimic his actions of massaging his scalp in hopes to make him feel as good as you felt. 
You hear him let out a sigh of pleasure at the feeling of your fingers working through his hair. He allows his hands to rest at your lower back just above you ass. You feel comfortable this way, relishing in the feeling of being pushed up against each other once again. You like being naked together, even without anything sexual going on. The feeling of simply feeling each other up was enough to give you a warm tingly feeling as you stayed in each other’s embraces. 
“I’m going to dip you backwards to get the soap out,” Remus teases suddenly. 
A smile breaks out on your face followed by a “don’t you dare Remus Lupin!” 
“Then let’s dive under love, this is basically a small swimming pool, we could swim around a bit.” Remus hits back with an evident smirk on his face. You laugh, pushing off of him in order to dunk under the water, resurfacing almost just as quickly. Remus let out a laugh following your lead in going under the water. 
You both splashed around for a bit, talking, laughing, and just overall enjoying one another’s presence. 
“It’s getting quite late,” you say after almost an hour of you and Remus’s swimming. 
“We can head up to bed if you’d like, you can stay in my bed?” Remus offers shyly. 
You looked at him surprised, “you-you would let me do that?” 
“Of course bunny,” Remus hums pressing a kiss to your warm lips, “I’m not ready to leave your side yet.” He says with full honesty. You nod quickly, excitement coursing through your body at the thought of sleeping with Remus. You want more than anything to fall asleep in his arms tonight and the fact that he was offering brought you immense joy. 
Remus helped you out of the tub as you both dry off with a quick drying spell, once again slipping on your cloths quickly. 
You hurry out the bathroom and down the corridor wanting to get to the Gryffindor common room as fast as possible. Once you arrive Remus says the code quickly, pulling you behind him and up to his room. 
You both sneak in as quietly as possible, making sure not to wake the other two boys. You were the first to make it to Remus’s bed, quickly ducking under the covers as he follows suit. 
“Goodnight bunny,” Remus whispers pressing a kiss to your forehead. 
“Goodnight Rem, I love you,” you whisper back. 
“I love you more” Remus coos, snuggling close to your warm body. 
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You and Remus wake up before the other three boys and head to the great hall for breakfast. Though the boys weren’t too far behind as they took their seats next to you at the table. 
“You guys were in the library last night?” Sirius asks looking between you and Remus. 
“Yeah we were,” Remus replies casually, trying to be not suspicious as possible. 
“How come?” James quips up. 
“Oh, I was reading some stuff in the restricted section. I was wondering about wandless magic and transformations. Remus promised he’d help me with my research.” You reply with a smile. Both boys nod and begin to dig into their food. 
As the tables begin to fill up with students Dumbledore stands up at his podium calling everyone’s attention. “It has come to my attention that two students were out last night past curfew. We are unaware who these students are, just that they could be heard in the library last night. This is a reminder to all of you that leaving your dormitories past curfew is strictly forbidden and punishable with a detention. On top of this, I also must have the awkward conversation that student’s are not to participate in sexual activities on school grounds, especially in the library or classrooms past curfew. Thank you.”
Dumbledore went to sit down as a hushed whisper came over the students wondering who was in the library last night having sex. 
“That’s funny,” James laughs, “weren’t you two in the library last night?” 
You and Remus quickly exchange a look as the gears in your three friends brains finally begin to turn. 
“Wait a damn minute-“ Sirius begins to stammer. 
“Did you…did you shag in the library?” Peter squeaks out. 
“Fuck.” Both you and Remus mutter as you quickly gather your things and make a beeline for the exit. 
You can both hear the snickers behind you as Sirius hyperventilates about how Remus Lupin shagged his girl. 
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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — SUNA x MAID! FEM READER; KAICHOU WA MAID SAMA AU
Suna becomes a regular at your maid cafe - a regular thorn in your side, that is. 
wc — 1.4k
tags — fluff, reader works at a maid cafe 
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“Yes, master,” you practically bite out the words.
Suna raises an eyebrow at you. “Aren’t you missing something?”
Ugh. This man is insufferable. With a pained smile, you wince through the last part of your mandatory response to orders. “Nya! One Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait coming right up!” 
In the back room, you drop to your knees, cradling your head in your hands now that you're safely hidden from the eyes of your customers. 
You have to do it. 
You have to kill this man. 
There’s no way you can keep serving him these ridiculous orders. You’re going to die of embarrassment. If it’s him or you, you’re going to choose yourself. 
Working at a maid cafe only started because of your best friend. She convinced you to do it with her, only to quit a few weeks in. You had stayed, against your better judgement. 
“Please,” you remember her begging, tugging on your hand beseechingly. “The pay is so good! Just think about it - 20 dollars an hour?”
To a high schooler, that was a crazy amount of money. Both of you gasped when you saw the flyer, imagining everything you could do with that kind of cash. 
“But if I saw someone I knew, I’d die of embarrassment,” you remind her. Sometimes it feels like it falls to you to be the rational one of the pair of you. She dreams and you keep her grounded. 
“No one will see! Who comes to this part of town anyways?”
Rintarou Suna does, as you find out one day when you’re taking out the trash. 
A heavy hand lands on your shoulder, making you yelp. You spin around, ready to scream for your manager. You can never be too careful as a young girl flouncing around these streets in a maid dress. 
“I thought it was you,” he says, wide-eyed and clearly stunned. 
You drop the trash in the bin and sprint away from him, only to hear the distinct sounds of footsteps after you. You’ve seen Suna play for your school’s volleyball team. There’s no way you’re out running him. 
Luckily, the cafe is just ahead. 
It might be embarrassing for you to be caught in your black and white frilly lace and poufs of tulle, but it’s just as embarrassing for Suna to be caught entering. He’s one of the star athletes on your school’s incredibly strong volleyball team - he can get any girl he wants. Why would he come in here?
Suna crashes through the open door a split second later, interrupting your monologue. 
“Hi,” he says, not even breathing hard. “Table for one, please. Oh, and I want her.”
You should’ve known that thinking rationally would never apply to men who have no social awareness. Suna simply does not care. More than anything, that lack of interest is what makes him such an unmanageable beast.
“What do you want?” You whisper furiously, under your breath. It’s still not low enough for your manager to ignore, though, and she shoots you a reprimanding look over the counter. “Master,” you tack on to the end of your sentence. 
“I think I’ll start with a Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait,” he says with a smile. “With the add on.”
You stare him down. “That’s not what I meant.” 
“If you share my parfait with me, I’ll tell you.” 
“One Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait. That’s all?”
Sharing dessert with Suna in an inappropriately adorable cafe feels much too close to a date for your liking. The parfait is a frothy work of art. It’s a monstrosity of a confectionery, starting with a base of hand crumbled crackers. Each layer alternates between warm biscuit, sweet cream, or fruity jam, all topped with a swirl of whipped frosting and slices of fruit.
To be honest, you didn’t think it would be to Suna’s taste. You hate to judge by appearance, but Suna doesn’t strike you as someone who would like dessert. He’s not a bad boy exactly, not in the conventional sense, but he’s not the target audience for this cafe, either. His nonchalance and blank expression makes him feel unapproachably cool. 
The underclassmen look up to him. You see them crowd outside your classroom during break, waiting for the chance to talk to him. Part of the legend is his style. He rolls into class looking effortlessly tousled, his jacket hanging askew on his shoulders. He only has one piercing in his left ear. You heard a rumor that he let Osamu pierce it for him at an away game, only to get benched by Captain Kita as punishment. 
Suna wears mostly black. He blasts rap on the way to school in his headphones. He likes sneakers and he’ll wait on a queue for hours at a pop-up just to snag his dream pair. When he smiles, one side of his mouth lifts higher than the other. He wears rings that his younger sister makes for him. Sometimes he comes to school with colorful butterfly clips in his hair to hold his bangs back if he hasn’t gotten a haircut in time. You know that’s his sister’s work, too. 
You hadn’t realized you knew so much about Suna. You hadn’t realized you were looking. 
His spoon clinks against yours gently. 
“You can eat, you know.”
Mechanically, your spoon starts to move. As soon as the tartness of the berry hits your tongue, it’s immediately followed by the sweetness of the cream. Your eyes widen. Despite working here for a while now, you’ve never had one of the desserts. It’s surprisingly good. 
“Right?” Suna chuckles. 
Because he’s usually quiet, eating and talking with Suna feels strange at first. You’re not used to having his undivided attention on you. The ice breaks as soon as you notice the way his hair is sticking up in the back, like a duck’s tail. When you point out his messy head, he shrugs and makes no move to fix it. 
“Brushing my hair is a pain,” he says. 
It makes you giggle. It might be lazy, but it’s strangely charming. Before you know it, Suna’s drawn you in with his insouciant smiles and effortless ability to lead a conversation. It’s not that he’s naturally charismatic, but something about the way he listens and responds has you preening under his attention. 
You’re almost upset when he calls for the check. He seems to notice.
“I’ll be back!” He calls as he leaves. 
“Don’t-“ 
He’s already gone. 
You realized he never told you why he came. 
Most teenage boys would be embarrassed to make a maid cafe their normal hang out spot, but Suna comes on the dot every single day. Your coworkers have taken to referring to a table in your section as Suna’s table. He always orders the Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait, and he always makes you draw a little chocolate heart on it. 
You love your coworkers, you really do. You don’t think you would’ve worked here as long as you have if they didn’t feel like family to you, but sometimes older sisters can be annoying. 
Case in point: Shizuka, one of the older maids, just ruined a con you’ve been running on Suna for a long time. 
“You’re not doing it right,” Shizuka scolds you. “You forgot the ‘nya!’”
You flinch. 
Suna’s eyes widen. “Oh? Tell me more.” 
“When you order a Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait, we’re supposed to go ‘Nya! Of course, master!’” 
Suna pins you underneath an uncompromising stare. “Do you know how many of these I’ve ordered? You owe me a lot of ‘Nyas.’”
“Suna,” you say pleadingly, your face burning with mortification. 
He relents, a little. Something about your expression makes him melt, his eyes softening a minuscule amount. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s there. “Fine,” he smiles. “You can just start now.”
The minute you finish your humiliating speech, you vow revenge on Suna, but he just laughs. It’s too easy to get used to him. If you don’t actively remind yourself that he is your classmate, that you don’t actually know him that well, and that you first spoke to him just this week, it would all be too easy to feel like you’re friends. 
That’s why you have to draw a line in the sand before he can get even closer. You’re scared to find out how this ends. You’d rather cut him out of your life now. This is probably a game for Suna, but for you it’s something else.
It’s hard to remember all of that when he waits until the end of your shift to walk you home. He’s standing by the door, making small talk with your manager, who adores him. 
“Ready to go?” 
When you nod, he grabs your bag from you. The way he acts is so straightforward. You wouldn’t describe Suna as confident, but rather flexible. He takes everything that happens as it comes, and never lets it break his stride. Things are easy for him because he chooses to let them be. When he walks, his hand bumps yours once, twice. 
It’s easy. The hands. The act of being with him. 
It’s not a long walk home, but you wish it was. Fifteen minutes isn’t enough time for you to work up the courage to tell him what you need to say. Thankfully, he breaks the silence first. 
“You’re quieter than usual. What’s up?” 
“You need to stop coming,” you tell him, hating the words even as they come out of your mouth. 
He stops, forcing you to stop with him. “Why? Are you actually mad?” 
You wish you could say yes, but you can’t. You shake your head, praying Suna can just take the hint and leave you alone. 
He blinks at you. “Then no can do, ma’am.” 
“Why do you even come?” You hope his answer can push you to take the step you need, but it only cements him further in your heart. 
He smiles at you in a way you’ve come to associate with Suna, sweet and uncomplicated. “I just like cute things.” 
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Boyfriend! Neteyam hcs
All under the cut
Rating- E
Definitely so super nonchalant in the beginning
is trying so hard to seem like he knows what he’s doing
He does not
As y’all ease into it tho he def gets more open about what he wants and likes
Going from a “yeah if you want to” guy to a “I will not take another step until you’re hand is in mine”
Despite not having lots of dating experience he does have lots of flirting experience I mean look at him the whole village has tried get at his ass
Smooth as fuck when he wants to be I promise you
You flirting back tho?
“Is it hot in here? I feel like the temperature is rising?”
Can’t take it, wink or even flutter you’re eyes at him and it’s a wrap
Clutching his chest, pretending to get light headed,he doesn’t know how to act
He especially doesn’t know how to act when he’s jealous cause like he isn’t used to feeling that
Neteyam is the oldest, and practically considered royal. Bro had everything first and can get most things with smile and good manners
So him being jealous wether it’s someone else having your attention or someone garnering for it
He is just as confused as you are practically
Def gives dirty looks like mean dirty looks (him and his brother got a nasty side eye)
Is not afraid to walk up to you and whoever you’re with that’s pissing him off and excuse the both of y’all
Jealousy fueled make out sessions !!!
He got that nice tight grip on your waist with one hand and the other is right behind your head like top of your neck just moving your head in sync with however he feels like kissing you
Same thing if he’s stressed like don’t worry about thinking for yourself for a bit cause he’s gonna do all the work and he’s gonna be doing it for a while
Usually though making out with him is so gentle and slow and just sensual even if it doesn’t lead to anything more
Neteyam lives such a fast paced life that he loves to take his time with you when he can
Brushing hair out of your face, holding you gently by the front of your neck(with those big ol hand lawd)
So respectful too he never lets his hands roam until yours start to cause then he feels like it’s even ground lol
Normal kisses are pretty soft too for the most part
A peck on the cheek or your temple
Definitely kisses your knuckles and fingertips, don’t play
Though I feel like he’s not big on PDA
people are always watching him considering he’s next in line for head honcho duty so I think he likes to keep as much of his life private as he can
Private doesn’t mean secret though cause trust he’ll make people know that you’re his, he’s just not boutta be all over you all the time.
So good at giving back messages
Loves to play with your hair at night before bed
Look at that man and tell me he doesn’t have a bed time skin care routine
Idek if na’vi have skin care but looking at him you’d think so
And if you didn’t have one before him you will after
It’s y’all’s time to wind down before bed
Big blanket hog so be ready to fight if you wanna stay warm
Also makes no sense cause he’s a frickin furnace
Def twitches when he sleeps like he’s being electrocuted
at first you thought the little ones were cute but now when he’s practically seizing in bed while taking a nap you just cringe
Shit looks painful
Morning person unfortunately
Will try and make you a morning person but if you aren’t just get grouchy enough and he’ll figure out to leave you alone for an hour or two
One of those weirdos that likes to work out in the morning
Tries to get you to do it with him
If it works- he’s ecstatic literally loves doing anything with
If it doesn’t- just sit on the sidelines and watch him get all sweaty you can’t loose
Totally knows how to cook, and he loves to make breakfast
Also loves to come back from a hunt and watch you be like “wow you’re so strong baby”
“Heh yeah you know I do what I can” feels like the shit for the next hour until lo’ak bully’s him enough that his head deflates a little bit
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smells like team spirit part2
Pairing; Jock!Roommate!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem reader
Summary; The rest of the 141 make their appearances, Simon mulls over how his friendship with you has progressed and unfortunately makes an announcement.
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Warnings; 18+, everything on my blog is 18+ though this chapter has no explicit sexual content, just some strong language and a few inappropriate comments/thoughts!!
(a/n) chapter 2!! hope y'all like it! i don't have a schedule for posting, but let me know if you guys want a taglist or something!
Word count; 3.6k
“Look-fine fine okay I have a damn girlfriend so can you all just fucking lay off already?!”
Price, Soap and Gaz all jerk in surprise before freezing, speechless.
Soap dribbles a bit of beer onto the table, and the temporary spell is broken. 
“Well done lad it’s been long enough-”
“Do we know her? I bet it’s that girl from the Starbucks-”
“Well why haven’t we fucking met her? Bring her to a game or-”
Simon puts his head in his hands, wondering what the hell he’s just done.
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That morning
The past five months or so have been…nice. 
You and he aren’t close, not really, but it’s nice having another person in his apartment he was right about that.
You’ve settled into a kind of routine, and it works well for both of you. Sometimes you see each other in the morning as you grab food or drinks from the kitchen and then you’re usually on your way to class or the library, you come back after your lectures and he’s leaving for lacrosse training or a game, he gets back and you’re going to your room or doing work.
Simon sits at the breakfast bar in the kitchen as he watches you grab your lunch for that day from the fridge, phone poised in front of him to pretend he’s doing something else. Sometimes, like now, he kind of wishes your routines aligned a little more. It’s nice having someone else here, but occasionally (often, all of the time) he wishes that you were comfortable enough to sit with him and have a movie night or something, to text him and ask if he wants to get some takeout for that evening, anything like that. 
He has friends don’t get him wrong, they’re just all guys from the lacrosse team. A few other acquaintances from his other classes that he’ll go for nights out with or whatever, but you and he are still just as politely friendly as you were when you moved in. Comfortable enough to say hi and ask about your afternoon, to ask what classes you have today, but not enough to ask if you want to watch the new episode of a show in the evening. 
Simon looks down as you stuff your things into a bag, frowning at his lap. 
It’s not a crush. It’s simply a…longing for friendship, that’s it. It doesn’t cause him too many problems, and no one else knows about it, but he just-he wants more. A little more. 
He wants to be able to text you and ask if you want your favourite from the restaurant down the road, he wants to know what all your favourites are. He knows which drink you prefer from the on campus Starbucks because you had a brief conversation about it one time, but other than that? Not much. 
He’s looked at all the books you have on the shelf in the living room and tried to decipher you, wondered what they all said about your personality. He’s seen all your food in the fridge and remembers that you always have pizza on a Friday night, he saw you come into the apartment one time on the phone as you laughed and smiled at a bouquet of flowers you were holding. 
Against his will, his stomach had bottomed out at the thought of you having been on a date and been bought flowers by someone. 
He keeps telling himself he’s just biding his time, he’s waiting for the right moment to get to know you better. There will be a perfect moment, he’s sure of it, one day it will be exactly the right time to ask if you want to get some food maybe, to ask if you want to go to a movie or a show or maybe one of his games-it would start a little rocky, both of you a little nervous but then he’d make you laugh somehow and the conversation would flow from there, the evening ending in both of you admitting you’d been wanting to get closer for a while now.
Simon blinks, trying to push down all of that. It turns out the flowers had been from your family, a congratulations for doing well or getting a good grade or something or other in your uni work, but he’d still felt empty and morose about the whole thing. Telling himself he’s biding is time is fine until it’s shoved in his face that he’s really just being a bit of a coward, hiding from his crush on you and pretending it doesn’t exist. 
“You say you have a game today?”
His head jerks up, broken out of his melancholy trance at your voice. 
“Yeah-yeah against Marjon, it’s a home game so it’ll probably be drinks afterwards with the guys as well,” Simon replies and smiles wryly at you, “Don’t worry I won’t be stumbling in drunk at four in the morning you have my word.”
He gets a chuckle from you in response and his body lights up, heart rate going up a notch even as he tries to ignore the reaction. You grab your bag and your drink from the counter, shoving your phone and your keys into a pocket as you turn toward the front door.
“Well, good luck-even though they don’t stand a chance-bye!”
Simon smiles at the door as it swings shut behind you, something warm fluttering in his chest. 
A few seconds later he shakes his head, looking back down at his phone as it buzzes with a barrage of texts from Soap to the team group chat.
Soap: YOU FUCKERS READY???????
Soap: SI GET OFF YOUR ARSE AND GET TO TRAINING
Soap: GAZ GET OUT OF BED
Soap: CAP PUT ON A SMILE I’LL BEHAVE TODAY
Soap: ;))))
Soap: LETS GUT THESE FUCKERS
It’s not even that serious a game, there aren’t really any huge stakes-and Simon knows for a fact that Soap regularly talks to two of the players on the Marjon team no matter how much he calls them bastards. 
He gets up nonetheless, sliding his phone into his pocket as it buzzes a few more times. No doubt Gaz insisting he’s been out of bed for hours-though they all know that’s a lie-and Price telling Soap to please, PLEASEnot call the opposing team bastards and cunts to their faces like he did at their last game. That black eye was not worth it.
Simon goes about his normal routine, showering and grabbing all his stuff before making his bed and wandering back out of his room. There’s a book lying open, page down on the table next to the sofa. He pauses and picks it up, looking for the bookmark he knows you must have left somewhere.
It’s hidden under another book, and he slots it in between the pages before closing it and placing it with the small pile you have going. 
-
Soap is running laps hell for leather around the pitch when he arrives, Gaz is napping on a bench and Price is watching Soap tiredly with a coffee in hand. 
He ambles over to his captain, dropping his bag on the floor and watching Soap start zig zagging instead. 
“Little fucker hasn’t stopped for twenty minutes-we haven’t even lost to Marjon in three years and the team is better than ever with you lot.” Price sighs, downing the last of his coffee and chucking the cup in the bin next to him. It clangs and jerks Gaz awake, who rolls off of the bench and curls up on the floor instead. 
“You know what he’s like though, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him tired unless he’s drunk his way through four pubs and done a lap dance for some poor guy in a bar,” Simon chuckles in response. He glances at Price, taking in the guarded expression underneath the caffeinated tiredness. “Have you-did they figure out the table? We know who we’re playing this year?” The words come out with a very noticeable forced nonchalance, and he winces at the fact that Price will be able to see through him in seconds.
As expected, the captain sends a scornful look his way and then sighs. 
“I’m getting it tomorrow, but I think know who we’re playin’ anyway, don’t you?” Price crosses his arms and looks down, kicking the tip of his shoe into the astroturf lightly. He curses under his breath. “I know it’s gonna be him, it has to be.”
Graves.
Simon doesn’t know much about him or his team, just vague rumours about a match Price played against him a couple of years ago, that Price wasn’t team captain the year after, and one of their players dropped out of uni shortly afterward. He scrutinises his captain for a moment, wondering if he’ll ever find out. Him and Price are close, have become the closest from the team by far and Simon knows they’ll be in contact long after they’re done with their lacrosse days, but there’s things like this that he doubts he’ll ever know. 
Price shoots him a tired smile and claps him on the back before walking over to where Konig is practising.
Simon watches Soap for a few more minutes before heading into the locker rooms to get changed, methodically donning his gear and ambling back out to see Gaz finally up and about, lobbing a ball back and forth with Soap as Price shows Konig something. He makes his way over to the first two, picking up on snippets of their conversation of he gets closer.
“Nah she wasn’t-”
“She was I already fuckin’ told you she was-”
“Johnny she was NOT into you she was staring at me the entire time-”
“Yeah you wish she was-can’t admit she just wanted to get a load of this-” Soap is cut off as a ball hits him in the stomach, leaving him wheezing.
The conversation makes Simon grit his teeth, psyching himself up for what he knows without a doubt is about to come. 
Gaz begins first, probably because Soap looks like he’s trying not to retch on the astro turf. 
“You see anyone at the pub on the weekend Ghost? Cmon you must have had your eye on someone?” Gaz waggles his eyebrows at the end before shooting a look at Soap, who grins and straightens up. He only looks a little green. 
“After all, need someone to teach you about the birds and the bees-”
Simon groans, pulling his gloves on and grabbing his stick, “Here we fuckin’ go…”
Soap hooks his arm around Gaz’s shoulders, holding his free hand up placatingly. “Look mate we’re just trynna help, none of us want you to die a virgin. You just gotta put yourself out there-some lucky lass is gonna think those broad shoulders and that rugged scar are handsome and you’ll be grand! Just gotta make a wee bit of effort mate!” He raises his arms victoriously even as Simon furrows his brow and looks down, avoiding his teammates eyes. 
“I’m not a…” He mutters, before shaking his head and looking back up. “It’s not-look can we just fuckin’ practice? Don’t forget you ended up on your ass yesterday because you were too busy showing off to see me coming straight for you-” Simon brusquely responds, raising his voice so the other teammates hear him. It works, a few bursts of laughter reach him as they evidently remember how Soap went flying after Simon came for him the day before.  
They train for a couple of hours, during which Simon takes great pleasure in hitting Soap in the back with a ball, Gaz on the stomach and Price on his thigh-which earns a seething look from his captain. The practice also helps take his mind off of his far too intimate thoughts this morning, and the mocking from his teammates. Before long he’s worked up a sweat, jogging around the pitch and checking on Soap and Gaz-they might have all three joined the team this year but Simon has been doing lacrosse for two years before this, and pretty quickly worked his way to vice captain under Price. 
As they finish, said captain jogs over to him as they make their way to the locker room. They walk in silence for a few moments, and Simon waits for the inevitable comments that are to come. It only takes another few seconds.
“Yknow son,” Price has called him ‘son’ since they met, even though he’s only a year older, “it wouldn’t hurt to find someone you like. Not just so you get laid or whatever else the lads keep talking about, but I’d like to-well, it’d be nice to see you happy with someone.” He’s quiet for another couple of seconds, and Simon keeps his gaze forward, fiddling with his gloves for no reason. “No that you can’t be happy without a partner or someone to lean on but-I don’t know, I think it would be good for you. You just-” The captain sighs and stops walking. 
Simon stop a pace or so in front of him and turns around with a bored expression on his face, wishing this conversation would just be over.
Price stares at him, his gaze soft and making Simon feel like he can see anything he wants. 
“You just seem like you have a chip on your shoulder sometimes, lad. I’m not saying a girlfriend-or boyfriend or whatever-would ‘fix’ anything, but it-I think it would be good for you. I only ever see you train, talk to us and drink with us. Like you’re just going through the motions. You don’t even mention your family to us-not that you have to, but…someone to lean on might be a nice change.”
Simon blinks at him, opening his mouth before closing it again. Price has joined in on the jokes before, ragged on him until Simon has snapped and and bellowed at them all to shut up, but this is the most…emotional way he’s ever said it. Like he truly cares about this, like he really wants Simon to find someone, like he wants him to be happy and comfortable with someone who cares about him. It’s odd, and Simon doesn’t know how to respond. 
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Unsurprisingly, they win the game.
And unsurprisingly it leads to drinks afterwards at a pub near the university buildings, crammed full of the team and students who came to watch them. Simon has no doubt they enjoyed watching the game, but is under no impression they’re here to celebrate the win-it’s a chance to drink themselves unconscious and that’s enough for them. 
There’s empty pint glasses littering the table a bunch of them are crammed onto already, and they’re all clutching sloshing glasses as guys yell and laugh around him. 
He winces as Gaz begins bellowing in his ear, “Think we all deserve another pint for that last shot don’t we? Who’s buying?” Simon decides not to mention that the last two pints were bought in name of ‘that last shot’ as well, and debates if Gaz can even remember how this infamous shot went as he almost falls off of his chair. 
Price raises a hand and dutifully stands from the table, stifling a belch as he makes his way to the bar on the other side of the room. Nights like these after a game are the only times Simon ever sees Price let loose a bit, sees him relax and let his guard down around them a bit more. 
He can say all he wants about Simon and the chip on his shoulder, about having someone other than his teammates and all, but he never sees the captain with anyone either. He’s seen girls come up and flirt with him, captain of the lacrosse team, handsome, a wealth that he doesn’t brag about and a friendly demeanour-but he never goes home with anyone. Simon dismisses these thoughts quickly as the man in question dumps a tray of pints onto the table, which is promptly descended on by the rest of the team. 
The next few hours pass entertainingly, complete with a darts game that ends with a dart in Rudy’s shoulder, courtesy of Soap, Gaz trying to stand on the bar before he falls off and rips his trousers on the way down-and Alejandro trying to make his way to the other side of the room to hit on a girl before falling and landing flat on his face. 
By the end of it Simon is the only remotely sober one-who will most likely be sorting out taxis and making sure everyone arrives home alive and well. 
Things start to wind down a bit, with the woman behind the bar kicking out some of the more rowdy students and leaving the other non-university patrons, Simon, Price, Soap, Gaz and Alejandro-though he’s asleep in a chair. A little while later the others begin to sober up slightly, slowing their drinking and talking quietly, giggling at the smallest things and falling over each other a little bit. Simon drains the last of his pint and sets it down, looking up to see Soap’s eyes big and round as he stares at him, evidently pleading for something.
“Say G-Ghost-you wouldn’t-ah fuck-wouldn’t wanna go and get the next-next round eh?” He hiccups through the sentence, swaying a little side to side even though he’s sat down. 
Simon sighs, knowing Soap won’t relent. “Yeah yeah I’ll go-keep your knickers on-”
Soap sing-songs in response, “No promises!” And Gaz dissolves into a fit of giggles at it, fanning himself at the apparently hilarious joke.
The woman behind the bar looks wary as he approaches, no doubt assuming he’s pissed out his tree like the rest of the team. He only orders half pints this time, hoping everyone will still be conscious by the time they want to leave. A quick glance back to check everyone is upright as the woman pours his pints shows Soap, Price and Gaz all huddled together around the table and whispering furtively. Oh boy. That can’t be good. 
As Simon loads up Apple Pay, Gaz glances over to him. Definitely not good at all.
He counts to ten slowly as he brings the drinks back to their table, trying to prepare himself for whatever is about to happen.
Price squints at him. 
“Got your eye on anyone tonight?” 
Simon groans and takes a swig of his pint. “Tell me you’re not all on about this fucking shit again-tell me you’re not.” 
They all look either away or at the table, and he sighs, setting his drink down to lean back and cross his arms. “Unbelievable. Do you fuckers have nothing else to do? At this rate you’ll be so busy trying to pry into my relationships that you lot won’t have time for your own-”
Soap perks up at that. “Relationships? A relationship? You’ve got someone? Si are you telling me you’ve found someone?!” 
The man in question stutters, fingers spasming where they’re trapped against his side as he tries to get a hold of the situation. 
“No-no that’s not-I mean like-in theory or-I didn’t mean-”
His breathing picks up, suddenly unsure what he’s got himself into. It was bad enough when they ragged on him nonstop but this might actually turn out to be worse.
Gaz clutches his arm, eyes wide as he stares up and starts rambling, “But you said-you just-you were just saying to us-Ghost! Ghost you literally just said! You’re with someone?! Oh that’s fucking brilliant! Guys! More drinks we-we should like-let’s celebrate! Let’s do SHOTS-boys gonna get laid!”
Simon ignores the image of you that flashes through his mind and splutters into his pint, setting it down clumsily onto the table and trying to untangle Gaz from his arm. Price sits opposite with his arms crossed and mouth hanging open as he watches Simon, Soap has his chin propped on his hand with a dreamy expression and Gaz is practically vibrating in his seat.
“No no I didn’t-that’s not what I don’t-I’m not-Gaz no no no you can’t-” He mumbles in response, attempting to figure out how to get out of this. They’re all so far gone none of them will listen properly anymore. 
Gaz turns to him and furrows his brow, making Simon watch him nervously for whatever he’s about to say. 
“You-you don’t want us to know? Don’t you wanna to tell us about your life? Aren’t we-Ghost we’re a teaaaaam!” He sounds whiny at the end, dragging the word out until Simon pokes him in the arm to get him to stop. 
Soap seems to have latched on as well, suddenly looking forlornly at him. Price’s head falls back as he nods off in his chair so at least Simon doesn’t have to worry about him-until Gaz leans over and slaps his bicep to wake him up. Somehow he also seems to get the gist and watches Simon with a disappointed look on his face, and he snaps.
“Look-fine fine okay I have a damn girlfriend so can you all just fucking lay off already?!”
Price, Soap and Gaz all jerk in surprise before freezing, speechless.
Soap dribbles a bit of beer onto the table, and the temporary spell is broken. 
“Well done lad it’s been long enough-”
“Do we know her? I bet it’s that girl from the Starbucks-”
“Well why haven’t we fucking met her? Bring her to a game or-”
Simon puts his head in his hands, wondering what the hell he’s just done.
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play date
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pairing: bang chan x afab!reader x seungmin
warnings: smut🔞!!!!!!, sub!chan, sub!seungmin, dom!reader, puppy play, humping, finger sucking, gagging, dirty talk
note: to everyone who wanted a pt 2 to seungmin’s section of sharing = caring, i hope you enjoy!!
you wonder if they’ll ever bring this up in conversation with each other or if it’s something they’ll never mention, save for shy passing glances and red ears.
the thought makes you chuckle. it took chan long enough to admit that this was something he wanted sometimes, so you doubt he’ll ever really bring it up willingly with seungmin. you’re brought back to the present when chan whines, and you coo when you notice he’s drooling against your thigh.
you’re perched on the edge of the bed, and your boyfriend is content on the floor on his knees. his two strong hands are wrapped around your calf, and his thick cock is slowly rutting against the soft skin of your leg. chan let’s out a low little mmrf? when you gently scratch at his scalp.
“come here boy,” you say to seungmin who’s still sitting on the far side of the bed. you whistle once, cocking your head and patting the side of the mattress beside your thigh. “you wanna come play with channie?”
seungmin gives you a hesitant nod and slowly but surely descends to the ground. you can’t really see him now that he’s on the floor, but you do see his dirty blond mop of hair bobbing as he crawls around the bed towards you and your boyfriend. how cute. you stretch your hand out to cup his cheek when he reaches you and places his chin on your thigh that chan isn’t occupying.
“you remember what i said last time, don’t you seungminnie? you do?” he nods. “what’d i say then?”
“that me an’ chan hyung can both be- both be your puppies,” seungmin responds dutifully, but that’s not all you said. you raise your eyebrows at him. “and you’ll watch. watch us when we… when we h-hump your legs.”
“that’s right, sweet boy! you’re so smart, aren’t you? you want your treat now?” you know he does, you know he does, you can feel him getting hard against your foot. you nudge his cock with your toes and his hips wiggle. all the while, chan is licking absently at your knee. “silly boy, you too.”
you see seungmin look at chan through his periphery, and he gives an experimental rut forward against your leg. it’s cute how seungmin’s breath leaves his body at once. he inhales harshly and shakily curls himself over your leg.
you bring both hands to seungmin’s cheeks to cup them, moving one to chan’s curly hair when he whines. you can’t choose who to look at, so you look back and forth between them.
“such beautiful boys, good boys. so handsome when you feel good.”
you feel chan’s hips pick up speed at your comment, and he lets out his first real moan of the night, watery and overwhelmed. you love chan like this, despite the fact that it embarrasses him to no end when it’s all said and done. you love to see him just let go, and you’re lucky that he lets you be part of that.
this is new for you both, though, with seungmin. he’s a welcome addition, and your boyfriend’s hard, leaky cock is an easy tell of how much he’s enjoying his friend being there too. just like your first time with seungmin, it’s a head rush. not many people can say they have two of the most beautiful men on the planet desperate and on their knees for them.
you whistle softly again and both chan and seungmin’s eyes snap to yours.
“open your mouth, tongue out,” you say. both boys comply easily, and you’re quick to bring your fingers to their mouths. you know how to play with chan, what he likes. he’s sucking on your fingers like they’re his favorite treat, so desperate to have your fingers in his mouth that he makes himself gag on them over and over again. you pull your fingers out and he grumbles.
“don’t fucking growl at me, bad dog.” you gently slap his tongue and you smirk when his eyebrows furrow. “don’t make me get the spray bottle,” you gibe.
seungmin…you don’t know what all he likes yet. you reckon he likes your fingers good enough, since he’s bobbing his head on them. his eyes are closed. bliss.
“mm, aww, i can feel how drippy your little cocks are. does it feel that good?” you ask, resting your palms on the bed behind you and reclining back. “come on, speak.”
“always- always feels so good. please, it’s. oh my gosh. you’re so good to puppy, i love you! love you. ‘m hard, it’s so hard for you,” chan babbles.
“good boy, channie, my good boy.” he nods. “why don’t you ask seungminnie how it feels?” chan lowers himself on his knees so he can rub himself harder against your lower leg. you see seungmin do the same, their knees are touching.
“‘s it good, seungminnie? ‘s it feel good?” your sweet boy asks, just like you said.
“hyung, it’s so good, i can’t,” seungmin turns to you, eyes teary. “please! i-i wanna cum, ‘m so close to cumming.”
you’re getting jostled left and right from how hard chan and seungmin are humping at your legs. you wish you could reach out and touch them, but you know if you lift your hands from the bed behind you you wouldn’t be able to hold your balance. luckily enough, it looks like they quite enjoy how indifferent you seem.
seungmin’s curled himself over your leg again, cheek pressed hard against your thigh. he can’t seem to keep his hands still, they’re traveling from your calf, up to your thigh, but they finally settle around your waist so he can grip onto your shirt. it can’t be a comfortable position, but he’s too close to care.
chan isn’t faring much better. he’s settled for sucking on the skin around your knee, arms hugged around your leg. his almond eyes are locked on yours.
“that’s it. my good boys, my sweet boys. yes, babies, cum for me. make a mess on me, you’ll just lick it up after, right? you’ll clean me up? my good fucking doggies.”
chan’s moans pick up when he cums, and he latches his teeth onto the skin of your knee to muffle his noises. seungmin shudders through his, fingers repeatedly clenching and unclenching the hem of your shirt.
it’s quiet in the room, the only noise you hear is that of chan and seungmin’s heavy breathing and occasional whimpering. seungmin finally detaches his smushed cheek from your thigh and turns back towards you and chan. his eyes fall on the darkening hickies that surround your knee and his eyes widen and glint, humor returning.
“have you ever thought about investing in a muzzle?”
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awoogayanderes · 1 year
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DEFENDING THEM IN A CONVO
➪ request : “omg what about tecchou, jouno and aku when they hear a conversation where someone tells s/o that they're scary but she tells them that they’re wrong and they (the characters) are the purest person in the world.” - anonymous
➪ other notes : im on my writing streak fr (before i burnout and disappear again) non-edited !
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Tecchou Suehiro :
- despite of tecchou’s passive attitude, he was a strong hunting dog who shouldn’t be taken lightly
- some people are shocked how you’re dating a strong swordsman and because of tecchou’s passive attitude they don’t have shame in asking you about him
- you were sitting at a table outside a cafe, suddenly a stranger sat in front of you, curiously recognizing who you were
- “i mean aren’t you terrified one day he’ll snap at you, i heard something similar about military men…” the random stranger inquired making a face at you
- unknown to them, tecchou was around the corner coming back with ice cream for both you and him
- it had never occurred in his mind that you would even care about him snapping as you know how well put he is with you
- that being said, he stayed where he was, wanting to see what you would say
- “tecchou’s the sweetest man i’ve ever met, he cares for me in a way no one has ever, so i’d really appreciate it if you stop talking about him so negatively,” and with that you stood up and left in a huff
- what you didn’t expect was to bump into your astonished boyfriend
- “tecchou! you’ll never guess what just happened,” you ramble to him about the rude stranger and he feels both of the ice creams in his hands melting as he’s in awe
- before either of you said anything else, he kissed you gently, a bright red showing up on his face
- “thank you for defending me my love,” he says, finally handing you your ice cream
- he’s extremely lucky to have you, someone who will defend him even if he’s not there, he couldn’t ask for a better partner
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Saigiku Jouno :
- known to almost everybody, jouno is a very brutal man, and with the power of being a hunting dog that leads to fear
- everybody is shocked how this man is even dating someone who’s the complete opposite of him, despite most people fearing him, some were bold enough to talk to you about him
- you and jouno were at a restaurant, a minute after excusing himself to go to the restroom someone sat down next to you, weirdly looking at you
- “how could you possibly be with someone as brute as he is? i mean, are you okay in your relationship? do you need help?!” the stranger even reaches for your hand
- of course jouno and his perky ears heard everything, he could feel rage bubbling inside of you, so he silently waited for your reaction
- he knew his methods were considered wrong to most people, but at the end of the day your opinion was the only one that mattered to him
- a smile emerged from his lips as your heartbeat started getting faster
- “i don’t think his affairs concern you, he’s the one protecting you from those who want to harm, and yet you’re here complaining about it, he cares about me, more than anyone has ever cared about you,” you snatched your hand away before getting up with a scowl on your face
- jouno went after you not before hearing the gasp of the stranger
- “the nerve of some people,” you complain when you see your smirking boyfriend
- “no need to get all winded up my dear,” he grabs your hand and with that your heartbeat goes back to normal
- “though it excites me to see you angry over me,” he chuckles and you roll your eyes, thankful he can’t see you right now
- jouno hasn’t needed anyone his whole life, managing to do everything on his own but when you’re by his side, it keeps him calm, knowing that you’ll always be there for him
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Ryūnosuke Akutagawa :
- well he’s known as the black fanged hellhound of the port mafia, what do you expect
- same as with jouno, everyone is shocked, even petrified that he’s in a relationship
- you were waiting outside of a store for aku, as he said that he forgot something, that something being a surprise gift for you, and as you were minding your business, a stranger comes up to you and gasps at you
- “aren’t you the one dating a mafia executive?you poor thing, what are you doing being with that monster?!” the stranger exclaims as they get closer to you
- akutagawa comes out of the store to see you angrily looking at the person in front of you, but in a fit of rage you didn’t see your partner
- if anything, he was more scared of you than he was of himself, you weren’t one to mess with when it came to the people you love so instead he waited patiently
- besides, he can’t anger himself too much as he promised the weretiger he wouldn’t kill anyone for six months, so he’ll let you handle it
- “how dare you talk about him like that, you call him a monster and yet he’s more human than you’ll ever be. he loves me and he’s made so much progress that your inhumane eyes will never see!” you yell at them, scaring them away
- as the stranger scurries off, ryū comes up to you, looking at you in a blank
- “sometimes i hate people and their ignorant beliefs,” you sigh looking at your boyfriend
- “um i got you something,” he hands you a box, trying to divert you away from your anger
- “awe you really do love me,” you squeal in delight, “don’t push it,” aku says back
- he knows the things he’s done are awful but if he can make you happy or bring a smile to your face, he knows he hasn’t disappointed you and that’s all he needs to stop him from going crazy
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corroded-hellfire · 1 year
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Eddie Munson who doesn’t have a filter and probably blurts out whatever he’s thinking and accidentally says something that hurts the readers feelings and he feels awful about it especially bc he doesn’t notice right away and is super sweet in his apologizing 🥺
I love this so much because it literally lines up with something I was just thinking about yesterday! Thank you for sending this ❤
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"Really?" Mike asks, raising his eyebrows at Gareth. "You think Sara Hawk is going to go to prom with you?"
"Why not?" Gareth responds, puffing out his chest. The entirety of the Hellfire Club lunch table snickers and Gareth glares at each person in turn. "What's so funny? I don't see any of you having dates."
“Hey, my girlfriend lives in another state,” Dustin says.
“Mine too,” Mike adds.
“You two aren’t even old enough to go,” Eddie says, reaching over and knocking Dustin’s hat off his head.
“Then where’s your date, Dungeon Master?” Jeff asks.
Eddie shrugs and lifts a handful of pretzels to his mouth.
“Don’t want one,” he says through the mouthful. “Prom is dumb.”
“And you?” Gareth asks, turning to you. Your laughter at the possibility of one of the prettiest girls in school accepting his invitation to prom didn’t escape his notice.
You open your mouth to respond but Eddie speaks before you get the chance.
“Please,” he says with a snort. “Like she’s going to prom.”
The table goes silent as your face pinches up in a frown. Eddie is oblivious to your reaction, though.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.
“Oh, come on,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “I can’t imagine you getting a fancy dress or wearing high heels.”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you let out a scoff.
“I am a girl, you know.”
“Yeah, Eddie, she -.” Dustin gets cut off by Eddie’s laugh and booming response.
“Yeah, but not like that.”
Trying to come up with a retort is a failed effort as the bell rings, signifying the end of the lunch period. Dustin and Jeff give you sympathetic glances as everyone gathers their things to get to their next periods. Luckily, you wouldn’t see Eddie until the last period of the day, which would give you time to cool off.
But when Eddie strolls into Mrs. O’Donnell’s class casually, as if he didn’t offend you in multiple ways, you feel your rage still going strong. So what if you typically wore T-shirts and jeans with sneakers? So what if makeup wasn’t usually your thing or you hung out with guys most of the time? It didn’t mean you weren’t a girl and that you didn’t want to be treated as such. Eddie was oblivious to the fact that that had hurt you enough as it was, never mind the fact that it hurt doubly because you were in love with him. The guy you had been harboring the biggest crush on for years didn’t even see you as someone who would go to prom, let alone want to go with him as his date.
The eraser of a pencil jabs you from behind and you roll your eyes. You know he’s not going to give up, but you choose to ignore him anyway.
“Pssst.”
The temptation to put your hand behind your back and flip him off is strong, but you manage to restrain yourself and take a deep breath to keep your composure. But he wouldn’t be Eddie if he wasn’t a persistent, annoying man child at times.
His shoe knocks against the bottom of your seat and you spin around to face him, eyes blazing.
“What?” you ask through gritted teeth. How this man is even now unable to tell something is wrong is beyond you.
“Did you get the answer to number four?” he asks.
“No,” you tell him before turning back around. That wasn’t true, of course. You’d finished that number a while ago and were now on question number nine. Glancing back up to number four, you decide Eddie can figure out the date of The Boston Tea Party on his own.
Eddie finally figures out that something is up when you bolt out of the classroom once the bell rings, not waiting for him to walk out with you.
“Wait!” he calls as you exit to the hallway, but you keep going, pushing your way to the school’s exit. “What the hell,” he mumbles to himself as he does his best to follow.
Eddie is still stuck in the sea of students when you finally get to the parking lot. Eddie was supposed to drive you home, but you were damned if you were going to be stuck in the van with him. Your eyes scan the people walking to their cars and your eyes fall on a familiar redhead.
“Vickie!” you call as you jog up to her.
She turns around and smiles as she sees you approach.
“Hey! What’s up?”
“Do you think you could give me a ride home today?” you ask.
Vickie frowns and she looks behind you, presumably for Eddie.
“Yeah sure,” she says. “But what about-.”
“He’s pissing me off today,” you interrupt her.
“Boys,” Vickie says with a knowing sigh and a sympathetic nod.
“Tell me about it.”
“Well,” Vickie says. “If you want to avoid him, we should go. He just came out of the building.”
Without looking behind you, you follow her over to her car and climb inside. You peek over as you’re buckling your seatbelt and lock eyes with Eddie. He looks confused and you selfishly feel a little happy about that. Let him figure out what’s wrong.
Eddie stares as he watches Vickie’s car leave the parking lot, you in the passenger’s seat. He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t the one to drive you home.
“Hey, Eddie,” Dustin says, coming up behind him. No response, Eddie just stares ahead. “What’s going on?”
“Did I do something?” Eddie asks, rounding on the freshman.
“What do you mean?”
“I just…” Eddie trails off and turns back around to where Vickie’s car had exited the student lot. “Why is she ignoring me? I always drive her home.”
It clicks together in Dustin’s brain, and he lets out a sigh.
“Dude.”
Eddie turns back to Dustin, putting his hands on his hips. He raises his eyebrows in question.
“You basically said she’s not a girl,” Dustin says.
“What?” Eddie shakes his head. “I never said that.”
Dustin groans and rubs his hands over his face. “Yes, you did.”
“No,” Eddie reiterates. “I said she wasn’t like those girls who go to prom.”
“Seriously?” Dustin asks. “Do you hear yourself when you talk?”
“Listen, Henderson,” Eddie says, leaning in towards him. “You better get to the point and start making sense.”
“Okay,” Dustin says with a sigh. “How would you feel if,” he pauses, thinking of someone he could use as an example, “Nancy. How would you feel if Nancy wanted to go out on a date but said you weren’t that kind of guy?”
Eddie’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.
“I don’t want to date Nancy.”
“Jesus Christ,” Dustin whines. “Just say you did! Say, you have a crush on Nancy, yes? With me so far? Okay, so say she was looking for someone to go on a date with and you’re right there. But she says you’re not the kind of guy who dates.”
“That would suck,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I’d be offended.”
“So, that’s basically what you said at lunch today.”
“No,” Eddie says, but he sounds less sure now.
“Yes,” Dustin argues.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“It’s how it came out.”
“Well, shit,” Eddie says. He runs his hands over the top of his head and squeezes his eyes closed. “What do I do now?”
“Apologizing would be a good start,” Dustin says.
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, nodding his head. “Yeah, okay.” He claps Dustin on the shoulder before digging his keys out of his pocket. He climbs in the van and pulls it out of the parking lot, tires squealing as he does so.
“Ugh, what the fuck do I do?” Eddie asks himself as he drives. “Flowers? No, she doesn’t like flowers. Shit, what do girls like?”
The brakes squeal as he pulls up to a red light and Eddie tightens his fingers against the steering wheel. He stares down at his hands and the idea hits him.
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At home, you’ve changed into your most comfortable pair of sweatpants and hoodie. You’ve prepared your favorite snack and are about to settle in on the couch and watch a chick flick – which the guys would totally make fun of you for. If they thought of you as a girl at all, you think bitterly. Settling a blanket on your lap and reaching for the remote, you’re interrupted by the doorbell. You groan at the piercing ring and pull yourself up off the couch.
Yanking the door open, Eddie stands on the other side, out of breath and clutching a shopping bag.
“Um, hi,” you say, though it sounds more like a question.
“Hi,” he says. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
“You are a girl. You’re my favorite girl,” Eddie says. “I didn’t mean to hurt you before.”
You nod at him, not trusting your voice.
“I got you something,” he says, opening the bag.
“Eddie,” you sigh. “I don’t want you to buy my forgiveness.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m not trying to. This is something I’ve been meaning to get you anyway. And it felt like the right time. To show you that I think of you as the best kind of girl there is.”
He reaches out and offers you a small black box. You look at it skeptically before taking it out of his hand. Eddie watches you with careful eyes as you open the box and pull out the small silver piece of jewelry. It’s a slimmer, women’s version of the cross ring with the skulls that he wears.
“You’ve always said that you like it,” Eddie offers with a shrug. “And you know I was going to give you mine, but your hands are too small. And I guess that jewelry is kind of seen as a girly thing, but I wear a ton of it. So, fuck what people think is for guys and girls. We can have the same ring. We can like the same things. But I can still be a guy and you be a girl. Or did I make that sound really stupid?”
“No, Eddie,” you say, never taking your eyes off the ring in your hand. “It didn’t sound stupid at all.”
“Good,” he says through a relieved breath. He tentatively reaches forward and takes the ring from you. Your head snaps up to look at him in question, but you feel him gently slide the ring into place on your finger. The feeling of his hands so warm on yours and the stark contrast of the cold ring gives you goosebumps. Or maybe that was just the fact that Eddie was slipping a ring on your finger.
“Thank you,” you say. “I love it.”
“Are we okay?” Eddie asks quietly, looking at you from underneath his eyelashes.
“Yes.” As if you could ever say no to that face.
“Are you sure?” Eddie asks, reaching out and holding your ringed hand in his own.
“Yes, Eddie,” you say. “I’m sure.”
“Good.” Eddie grins, an infectious sight at any time, but even more so at this moment. “Because I want to ask you something and I don’t want you to think it’s part of the apology.”
“Eddie,” you say with a sigh, already knowing what he’s going to say. “You hate prom.”
“How would I know for real?” he asks with a shrug. “I’ve never been.”
“You hate dressing up,” you tell him.
“It’s only for a few hours,” he says. “Besides, it would be worth it to see you all dressed up.”
You duck your head shyly, hoping to avoid Eddie seeing the heat that’s come to your cheeks.
“You really think I’d look good in a fancy dress and heels?” you ask.
“Are you kidding me?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. “You look fucking gorgeous in those sweats right now.”
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