#i like it when both of them r mutually thirsting but trying to hide it

[padfootastic]

Day 2 - Posture

written for @prongsfoot-microfic

“Keep slouching like that, and you’ll end up stuck in that position before you hit thirty.” Professor McGonagall’s stern voice was accompanied by an intensely disapproving glare at Sirius’ sitting—no, slouching posture. He was currently half laid out on a couch, legs thrown over one arm of it and neck hanging off the other side. It was a very comfortable position and even McGonagall’s threats weren’t enough to make him budge.

“S’not like I can be any more bent, let’s be honest,” he muttered under his breath, smirking when Remus and James let out matching snorts of laughter, unable to contain their reactions.

“Mr. Black!” McGonagall gasped, scandalised. He leaned back further to send her a quick wink before slowly moving into a better position.

“Apologies, Professor, I didn’t mean to say that,” he said, utterly insincerely. He wasn’t fooling anyone, of course, but it was the principle of the matter.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” she replied, though a tiny little glint in her eye told Sirius exactly how much she enjoyed their little back-and-forths. She could pretend to be stern and stuffy all she wanted, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

She looked at all three of them for a moment, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths, before letting out an almost-audible sigh. Almost. “Well, I knew it would be futile but I had to try. At least sitting up straight would make it easier for Mr. Potter to carry out his heart’s desire, so there’s that. Do remember there’s young children around, boys.” And with that parting shot, she left, leaving them sitting there in varying stages of disbelief (Sirius), embarrassment (James) and hysterical laughter (Remus, the fucker).

“Did she just—?” James managed to get out before burying his face in his hands. Sirius could see the tips of his extremely red ears peeking out the sides.

“I think it was a fever dream,” Sirius replied mechanically, still trying to make sense of what just happened. How quickly the tables turned on them.

“Oh no, not at all,” Remus finally deigned to join, ceasing his cackles just enough to get his two cents in. “She really did just imply that James wanted to devour you, and that it would be much more effective to do it sitting up.”

“Remus—“ Sirius growled, lifting out of his seat to seal his friend’s mouth shut; he was having entirely too much fun.

“Of course, I agree with her, seeing as there’s no—how did you put it, James?—‘tantalising display of skin torturing you’ now.”

“Oh my god,” James removed his hands from his face, making it clear the blush had travelled violently down his face, over his neck. Sirius could see it had even spread across his chest from the little V of his button-up. He gulped, quickly turning away lest it trigger another kind of heat in him. “Remus, you utter piece of goblin-shite.”

“Thanks ever so much, honey.” Remus blew a kiss, once at each of them, and left without a look back, fully aware of the shit he’d just stirred.

“So…” James was staring at the wall in front of him with a laser focus, resolutely not looking at Sirius.

“So?”

“Wanna go see if you really can’t get any more bent?”

x

Neither of them were seen in the castle for the rest of the day. Remus got at least twenty three galleons and fifteen sickles from the student body, and an additional ten from McGonagall. They made good partners, if he did say so himself.

#sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #bambibelle #prongsfoot #hey look remus is actually a regular guy having fun here for once #he’s an asshole ofc but that’s just who he is sorry i don’t make the rules #he’s a little shit who loves shit stirring and that’s gods honest truth #and mcg is ofc. equally complicit in this. #anyway. this is non-established j/s bc it makes it more fun #i like it when both of them r mutually thirsting but trying to hide it #they always fail v bad but it’s hilarious #prongsfoot microfics #pen’s writing #tumblr works

[princess-of-riviaa]

Prove It

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Author’s Note: So this oneshot was partially inspired by this post and some mutual thirsting over Chris with @nuns-and-roses​ @hnryycvll​ @honeychicana​ @witcherwritings​

Summary: You don’t like Ransom Drysdale. You’re not attracted to him, nor can you stand his presence. But Ransom is insistent on proving otherwise.

Warning(s): rough sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, toys, orgasm denial, bondage

Word Count: 1,265

“You can’t lock me in here, Ransom!” you exclaim, irritated that he’s acting like a child.

Ransom doesn’t move from his spot in front of his bedroom door, refusing to let you leave. “You’re not leaving until you tell me the truth.”

“You don’t want the truth!” you exclaim.

He raises an eyebrow as if to say, try me.

“Fine! The truth is, I’m just not attracted to you.” You’re screaming now, your irritation and frustration making your voice rise. “I’m not like every other girl in New England who will ignore how bad of a person you are and willingly spread their legs for you. I hate you, Ransom--actually hate you--and I’m not about to have sex with you.”

He’d demanded you come over to his house to sign some papers--you worked for his father and occasionally Mr. Drysdale would have you do small things like this on your day off--but as soon as you arrived, he locked you inside and tried to seduce you. Tried being the operative word. You’d run from him, ignoring all of his claims that you were really in love with him but in denial about it. Somehow he’d managed to lock you in his room and now here you were, arguing with this stupid man-child.

The room is silent for several beats while you and Ransom stare each other down, both of you refusing to look away first. A minute later Ransom strides towards you. Before you realize what he’s doing, he drags you by your hair to his bed and bends you over before spanking you. You can’t believe the audacity of this man, nor can you believe that a ripple of pleasure follows the pain he sent through your body. You let out a moan and try to hide it in his sheets. Ransom doesn’t miss it, though.

“What were you saying?” he growls. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you moaning.”

You try to stand up but he wraps his hand around the back of your neck and shoves you down on the bed. He grinds his hips against your ass and you can feel how hard he is already. He’s getting off on this. You hate that you are, too.

“Get on the bed,” Ransom demands, letting go of you just enough for you to obey.

You climb onto his soft mattress and turn on your back to face him. But as soon as you see him follow you, you kick him in the stomach. He grunts and takes a second to breathe normally again. When he looks back at you, his eyes are blazing. His hand wraps around your ankle and drags you across the bed until you’re flush against him, your legs dangling on either side of him.

“Listen here you little cunt,” he growls, gripping your jaw in a vice-like grip so you can’t look away from him. “I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re gonna enjoy the hell out of it. I won’t tolerate this behavior.” He lets go of you, but upon seeing your defiant expression, adds, “Go ahead. Kick me again. See where it gets you. I can make you hurt, baby, but I can also make you feel better than anyone else ever has. But you gotta be good.”

Ransom attempts to crawl over you again. You rake your fingers down his chest hard enough to draw blood. You’re not like this. You’re not a violent person. But he’s driving you crazy and you’re terrified of what he’s making you feel. You’re not lashing out at him, but rather your desire for him. He hisses and grabs your wrists, holding them down on either side of your head.

His eyes are wide as he says, “You really shouldn’t have done that.”

He reaches for something under the bed. You try to move, but he rests his legs on your stomach, holding you down like a rabid animal. He’s in front of you again, a box in his hands.

“What is that?” you ask shakily. What’s he going to do to you?

He takes off the lid and you see inside--only to gasp. There’s too many vibrators, cock rings, and dildos to count, not to mention the rope… How dark do Ransom’s desires go?

“Ransom--” you begin, not even knowing what you’re going to say before you say it, but you don’t get that far.

He grabs your wrists and ties them together in such a quick, skilled way that you know he’s done this before. How many women has he brought in here to tie up and have his way with?

“You’re a fucking sadist,” you mutter under your breath.

As soon as he has your hands tied above your head, he squeezes your throat tight enough that you can’t breathe. You gasp automatically but get no air in or out. You hate how your eyes close in pleasure, hate that he can see the affect he’s having on you.

“And you’re…” he begins, stopping to spit in your mouth when your lips part, “a fucking masochist.”

You’re already soaked. Your legs clench together, your core aching for some much-needed pressure. You want him to fuck you, but you’re not about to admit it out loud.

Ransom must see how desperate you’re becoming because he pries your legs apart and reaches for more rope inside the box. He ties both of your legs to his bedposts until you’re wide open on his bed, a treat for him to do with as he pleases.

“What are you going to do to me?” You swallow.

He reaches for the box again and pulls out a vibrator. He runs it between your folds, gathering up your slick. “I’m showing you why you shouldn’t have tried resisting me in the first place.” and then he turns the vibrator on.

The room is filled with the hums of the toy and the squelching of your juices mixing with the head of the vibrator. Ransom flips it to the next setting when he doesn’t get the reaction from you that he was hoping for.

“You use toys like this, don’t you?” he says. “I bet you think of me when you do it. Probably think about how much better my tongue would feel--”

A tiny whimper escapes you at the pressure building between your thighs and the images Ransom is putting in your head. You want to know what he would look like with his head between your thighs, his tongue stretching and fucking you until you’re ready for his cock.

He turns the vibrator up two more settings and suddenly your body is turning on you, grinding into the toy when all you want is for this to end. You don’t want him to know how aroused you are right now. You don’t want him to win.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he breathes. “Let go, let your body take over. I can make you feel so fucking good, baby.”

He turns the vibrator up another setting and suddenly you can’t breathe. Your body tenses as the heat in your core turns unbearable. “R-Ransom,” you cry out as your orgasm nears. Fuck, this feels so good, so fucking amazing--

The vibrator shuts off.

Your entire body shakes, overwhelmed by the sudden lack of stimulation. You look up at Ransom to see him smirking at you like the devil.

“You’re not attracted to me, so you don’t need me to make you cum, right?” he taunts.

You want to scream, but instead he leaves you on his bed, desperate and aching and unsatisfied.

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[fuckinuchihas]

omg am i too late for the love story thing? HI KEL ILY!!! ok i have a crush on bokuto and hmm,,,, “there was only one bed” or “mutual pining” are probably my faves!! i like most things tho ksjs (ok i love u thank u 🥺💋✨)

Okay listen...the Bokay thirst is strong in this house. I wanted so badly to give you some good raunchy smut my dear but the word count got away from me so maybe a sequel? We shall see! Enjoy my love my everything!

*Also that neck tho* 🥵

“No he doesn’t!” you say, giggling into the rim of your beer.

“Oh he does. I’m telling you, either Diachi is working after hours as a stripper or he has thigh-centric workouts.

“Bo! Oh god, no no no, Diachi would never,” you reply, leaning into him a bit as you continue to laugh at the mental image of strong, dependable Daichi doing something crazy like cage dancing.

“I’m serious, baby! Look at these bad boys, this is how you get volleyball muscle,” he says, smacking his thigh in emphasis. “I work just as hard as anyone else, no way that guy has so much damn muscle on his thigh without some kind of somethin’ somethin’ y’know what I’m saying?”

“Stop,” you say, playfully plugging up your ears until his hands reach out to pull yours away and just...linger there.

The skin of his palms warm over your fingers for a beat, two, three...and you think this might be it, he might actually make a move.

He pulls away and nervously rubs at the back of his neck. “Whatever. Until he proves to me that he’s not a stripper, I’m standing my ground.

“That’s not how it works at all,” you say, but you can still feel his warmth lingering on your hands so it's a much more sobered chuckle than the drunk giggle you let out just a moment before. “You’re silly.”

A loud clap of thunder shakes through Bo’s apartment and a streak of lightning lights up the sky through your window and you frown.

“I should get home,” you say. You never fail to enjoy the time you share with Bokuto, he’s in some, okay all of your favorite memories. Still, you’re not sure if you can control yourself if you don’t leave.

Bo stands up effortlessly and heads toward the door.

“You’re not going anywhere tonight...look,” he says, gesturing toward the window.

You get up and take a look and of course the storm is beyond anything you’re capable of driving in, let alone walking.

You start to feel a little flustered. It’s too much for you to stay here with him, those big golden eyes staring at you and that cheeky smirk on his lips...you’ll never survive it unscathed.

“I’ll call-”

“Stay here, you can take my bed. I’ll be fine on the couch,” he says, and then you look at the couch.

It’s maybe half his size.

“No I can’t- Bo you’re twice as long as that couch!” you say, chuckling as you gesture at the couch. “I’ll stay out here you take your bed.”

Wait-when did you agree to stay?

Fuck.

Bo bites his lip, “No I can’t do it. I’ll never be able to sleep if I know you’re out here on that shitty couch.”

“You literally just tried to convince me you would sleep on it and now you’re calling it shitty?” This boy, trying your patience.😑 “Look, why don’t we both just sleep in your bed. It doesn’t have to be weird if we don’t make it weird.’

You’re gonna make it so weird.

You want him too much to not be weird in his bed but it doesn’t look like you have many options here. The couch really isn’t that comfortable, not even to sit on and you dread what it might do to your back if you actually lay down on it.

“Well well well, just what is going through that pretty head of yours, shorty?” Bo asks, but you just flip him off and head down the small hallway to his room.

You’ve been here before, but not at night so it feels different.

“Do you have a shirt I could borrow...don’t want to sleep in jeans,” you ask, not really thinking anything of it because you’ve worn his jackets and shirts before and it was never a problem but now he’s blushing and stuttering at you like you’ve just asked him to wear his underwear.

“I uh..I mean-yeah,” he says, clearing his throat as he grabs the first thing he finds in the closet and tosses it at you.

“Thanks, I’m just gonna...change,” you say, nodding at him quickly before turning to leave.

You take a few deep breaths and try to calm your rabbiting heart once you’ve changed and used one of the spare brushes under the cabinet to clean your teeth. It's impossible to resist the urge so before you’re under his watchful gaze again, you pull the collar of his shirt to your nose and breathe in his scent. You groan, he always smells so fucking good, it’s torture.

Another few calming breaths and you force yourself out the door, otherwise you’ll sleep in the bathtub and while that’s not entirely unappealing considering your options, you tried not to make a big deal out of it and you don’t want to hurt Bo’s feelings.

“Okay, all done if you need it,” you say, knowing he’ll want to do the same.

When he leaves you put a hand to your chest and just as you knew, your heart is pounding quickly.

“It’s fine, it’s no big deal,” you tell yourself softly, and then slide underneath the blanket on the furthest edge available. You know that Bo likes the left side by the door because you dropped by and woke him up one morning before his flight.

It’s still one of your fondest memories to call back because he looks so cute and soft in the mornings after he just wakes up. It’s the one time he’s not all chaotic energy and loud noises. In the morning he’s calm and still a bit sleep hazy, and you want nothing more than to cuddle into him and just melt at the cuteness.

When he comes back you stiffen for just a moment and then you realize it’s Bo. You’re safe and everything is fine.

He flips the light off but then turns on a lamp beside the bed.

“Kay...I can sleep on the floor if you’re uncomfortable,” he says, one last attempt.

“Come to bed, Bo.”

It takes a few beats but he slides under the covers behind you purposely not touching you despite the small space.

You’re pretty sure he’s not even fully on the bed.

When you turn over you see one leg and maybe part of his buttcheek has made it but the rest of him is very much still out of bed.

You chuckle and shake your head, tugging at his arm until he actually gets into bed and finds a reasonable amount of comfort.

“Why are you so nervous? It’s just me…” you ask softly, putting your head against his shoulder.

“I’m not-okay I’m a little nervous but you would be too if you were in bed with a hottie like you!”

You grin, “You think I’m hot?”

“Yeah, duh…” Bo says, with an exaggerated eye roll.

“I thought maybe you looked at me like a little sister or something,” you say, biting your lip. It’s one of the only reasons you can think of for him holding back all this time.

“Wait what?-No, dude nooo,” Bo says, avidly shaking his head. “No way are you my sister,” he says, with an exaggerated shiver down his spine.

“All this time...you never made a move, Kou.”

“I uh-I wasn’t sure you-y’know, wanted me to.”

You look at him with no small amount of surprise, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this,” you say, genuinely smiling. “Bokuto Kotaro afraid of lil ole me? How cute!”

“Hey, I’m not afraid! I just didn’t want to piss you off,” he says, humphing and almost crushing you as he goes to cross his arms out of habit. “You’re a pain in the ass when you’re mad.”

You huff at him but shimmy closer.

“Bokuto Kotaro sitting in a tree, s-c-a-r-d-i-e!” you tease.

He lets out a low growl and before you can finish your full laugh his weight is pressed against you, your hands pinned to the bed as his golden eyes find yours.

“If one of us is scared, it’s you,” he says, “Not laughing now are you, babygirl?”

“Kou-” you start but he starts to pull away and you have to stop him.

Your legs wrap around his waist and you buck up against him. “Not scared, Bo...not of you, not ever.”

“If you keep teasing me like this, I won’t be able to control myself much longer,” he says, groaning at the friction where you rocked against him.

“Then don’t…” you say, finding his eyes again. “Give in, Bo. It’s okay, I-I want you, want this.”

“Are you sure?I-I don’t want to ruin what we have…’ he says, and glances off to the side. That must have been where the fear was hiding.

“Hey, look at me,” you say, hands free enough to pull his chin up. “You are my best friend. You will always be my best friend. Do you want this, Bo?”

“More than anything…”

“Then take it, we can work out the rest in the morning.”

“God you’re perfect,” he says, and then dives in for a kiss.

You giggle as he peppers them all over your face, so genuinely happy to have you. Whatever that might mean.

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