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gojolatte · 26 days

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❝ seeing your nudes ❞ ‣ jjk headcanon

❝synopsis❞ ‣ okay but accidents happen and well, they didn't mean to look at something that wasn't meant for them. it sort of just happened. - or - when they accidentally see their friend(s) gf/wife nudes.

・❥・PAIRING(S) › jjk men x female!reader ・❥・GENRE(S) › fluff/(little)smut ・❥・WORD(S) › 2k+ ・❥・WARNING(S) › yuji & megumi are aged up (always), jjk men seeing other men gf/wife nudes, various nip piercings, various v*g piercings, facials, description of the girls nudes. ・❥・POST DATE › 03/31/2024

❝featuring❞ ‣ nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna, & geto suguru ♡

‣ nanami kento ♡ ↳ accidentally sees satoru's wife.

Nanami didn't ask for this.

Although, it's the universe's fault for making you absolutely gorgeous. Any person with eyes can see that and well, he gets why Satoru would want to set you as his homescreen background but... he doesn't get why it's a picture like this. He didn't want to see you like this without your explicit permission. What was Satoru thinking? Does he not have any shame?

Nanami attempted to distract himself from the image he had seen. Anything that will make his boner deflate as quick as possible. He doesn't think Satoru minds (because he loves to show you off) but this has to be crossing the line, right?

“You alright, Nanamin?”

Satoru meets his eyes and, of course, Kento can't figure out the words to say when he sees Satoru’s grin.

“You look pale.”

“I-I’m fine, Satoru.” Kento tries to make his voice sound even but he knows he's failing. Miserably.

Satoru only hums as he glances down when his phone lights up. It's then that he realizes what it was that's gotten his attention.

“She's pretty, isn't she?” Satoru grins when you text him again. “She set it to that.”

Kento swallows hard, clearing his throat as he tries to adjust himself. The sight of your arms tied above your arms with what looks like one of Satoru’s button-up shirts. Its open wide, giving Kento full view of your body as he didn't realize you had a tattoo below your breast and shit, it was so fucking hot. Bedroom eyes, tears streaming down your face and how does someone look so sexy while crying?

He has your left leg over his shoulder, the right bent to your chest and it looks like he took it right after you climaxed.

You look so out of it, so serine, and fuck Kento would give anything to see that expression in person. And fuck did you also have a piercing above your clit area?

He tried to ignore it. Ignore Satoru and his little comments about you.

It isn't until he glances over to see Satoru looking at a picture of your pussy on his phone that Kento loses the fight. He wonders how you'd taste, the beautiful jewel sitting gorgeously above the hood of your clit that he finds himself imagining his tongue just playing with it.

And those thoughts alone have Kento spiraling.

“S-She's very pretty.” He knows he shouldn't commute the images to memory but fucking hell, you’re so beautiful.

“I know she is.” Ever so cocky but he can't blame him because if you were his wife, he would be too.

‣ fushiguro megumi ♡ ↳ accidentally sees toji's girlfriend. (Yuji & Megumi are aged up)

It wasn’t Megumi’s fault, he swears! He was looking for a photo of you to show Yuuji and of course, his father doesn’t know much about iPhones. He doesn’t know he can hide your explicit photos behind a facial lock and with him being curious, that led him to click on a photo that wasn’t for his eyes to see.

“You okay, Megs?” Yuuji inquires, worry etched in his eyes as his friend's cheeks turn beet red. ”Are you not feeling well?’

“I-I’m fine!” Megumi splutters, coughing to clear his throat. Shit. Yuuji can’t see this. He shouldn’t be seeing this.

“What is it?”

“Nothing! It’s nothing.” Megumi groans before closing the photos app completely and tossing his father’s phone to the side of the couch like it scorched his hand. “L-Let’s go do something else!”

“Oh, I thought you were going to show me a picture of your stepmom?” It’s an innocent question, one that wouldn’t have Megumi blushing like he was back in high school if it wasn’t for that picture.

“Y-You’ll see her later.”

“Oh! Great! I can’t wait to meet her!” Yuuji's innocence makes Megumi wish he could take back the last couple minutes or scrub the image of your face with (no doubt) his dad’s cum all over it to preserve his prenotion of you.

“Where’s my phone?” Toji’s voice booms from behind the boys as both point toward the edge of the couch where the device landed. “Why is it over there?”

“Oh! Megumi was showing me a picture of his mom!”

Toji’s face scrunches into confusion before glancing at his son who was trying to hide the embarrassment he was sure was written on his face from his dad.

“Did yo-”

“Yes? Sorry.” It comes out rushed but it has Toji cursing at the thought of his son seeing you in all the provocative positions he’d put you in.

“Next time ask me.”

Megumi nods (because what else is there to say?). He gets up to hastily make his way to his room as his situation continues to grow and Yuji calls after him.

‣ ryomen sukuna ♡ ↳ accidentally sees yuji's girlfriend (not really. it was on purpose lol).

Sukuna opening an eye on Yuuji’s cheek to see what the brat was gawking at. He can feel the warmth rushing through their shared body.

Curiosity overtakes him as he watches the brat swipe through photo after photo of you. His eyes lock on one that you took, finger against your lip as he can see your breast sitting so pretty. It's a half-body picture and fuck, Sukuna wants to see that sweet cunt of yours but he can view of the real thing later.

"Isn't she a sight for sore eyes."

"Wha-"

“You’re a pervert.” Sukuna snickers, “In public. Really?”

“Shut up!”

Yuji can’t help the blush that spreads over his cheeks, the heat becoming unbearable the more Sukuna ridicules him. It's not his fault you have him this down bad.

“I’ll admit. She’s got a pretty p-” Yuji rushes to cover the mouth on his face as he hears Sukuna cackle behind it. Why now? Why did he have to get horny on the way home???

He quickly shoves his phone into his pocket, tapping his foot impatiently and listening to Sukuna talk about you in ways he hates in his head.

‘She’s got a pretty pussy, I’d love to bury my face in it.’

‘You’re lucky I haven’t taken over while you’re balls deep in her.’

‘She’ll be begging for me once she gets a taste of what a man can do.’

Yuji is seething, red blurring his vision but there’s nothing he can do right now. So he half-ass listens to the intruder in his head, letting his anger bubble beneath the surface.

He knows Sukuna’s not joking. It's not the first time he's expressed interest in you. He wonders what makes you different that Sukuna would want to risk it for you.

He’s not even phased that Yuji is cursing Sukuna in his head, it won’t deter him from his prize.

You.

He can't wait to take part when Yuji least expects it.

‣ kamo choso ♡ ↳ accidentally sees yuji's girlfriend.

“Yuuji!” Choso calls to his brother as Yuji practically jumps up from the couch to see what’s wrong. He’s confused, however, when nothing is physically wrong. His brother’s face is slightly redder than it usually is.

“Choso? What’s wrong?”

He practically shoves the phone into his brother's hand before rushing past him to get to his room. Is he having a mental crisis? Yes because he hadn’t expected to see you like that. And also because he doesn’t know what Yuji will do.

“Choso?” He hears Yuji knock quietly. “Are you okay?”

“N-No. I’m sorry. I promise I wasn’t trying to snoop!”

“What happened.”

“Your girlfriend… She-” Choso stops talking the moment the realization dawns on Yuuji.

“It’s okay!” Yuji smiles, going to message to see what you’d sent him. His breath hitches as he sees the mirror shot you sent him. Your back toward the mirror as the pretty red thong sits snugly between your cheeks as the bra has a big mesh bow on the front of it. Your breast looks fucking amazing and it makes Yuji turn redder than Choso.

He never knows how to handle it when you send him things like this.

“Fuck. Um, you don’t-’

“It’s okay, Yuji.” Choso tries to smile but it comes off as a grimace. Yuji nods, before turning and tailing it back toward his room to call you, leaving Choso sitting on his bed to contemplate what to do. He feels horrible that he can’t get that image of you out of his head.

He feels worse that he’s horny because of it.

‣ gojo satoru ♡ ↳ accidentally sees kento's wife.

Okay, but it wasn't Satoru’s fault! Really! How was he supposed to know that if he kept swiping right, he would see something he shouldn't have? Something meant for Kento's eyes only.

And fucking Kento. Why did he have your nudes just out for anyone to come across?! If it was Satoru, he would be gatekeeping the hell out of them. Away from everyone's view!

But damn, was it a fucking sight.

Satoru couldn't unsee it even if he wanted to (and trust he doesn't, he just wishes it was his cock in side of you). Your head thrown back in absolute ecstasy, making his cock stir just thinking about how you would feel sitting on his cock.

Your breasts (so round and soft looking, he knows they would fit perfectly in his large hands) made Satoru want to caress every inch of your skin. He didn't know you had a belly button piercing but why was it the sexiest thing he's seen.

How did Kento get so lucky?!

He tries not to let the picture affect him even if he can feel his cheeks run hot the more he stares at it.

Satoru had always thought you had a banging body, beautiful as hell too. He was unsure of how Nanami was able to snag you. Was it through a dating app? Maybe it was a chance meeting somewhere?

So he commutes the picture to memory.

"What's wrong?”

“Ah, nothing!” Satoru quickly swipes back to the picture of you standing in front of a beautiful sunset before handing Nanami his phone back. “Cute vacation photos!”

He's sure his smile looks more like a grimace as Nanami looks highly confused. It isn't until he accidentally swipes right after Satoru is gone that he realizes his mistake.

Shit.

‣ geto suguru ♡ ↳ accidentally sees satoru's girlfriend.

Suguru knew his best friend's girlfriend was a doll. You were Satoru's dream girl after all (he only knew because he said it all the damn time).

Although Suguru never paid the two of you any mind, he did think you were cute but you were taken and well, Suguru isn't a homewrecker.

At least, he wouldn't consider himself one until his thought process changed the day he was able to sit down and have a very mature conversation with you. One he knew he wouldn't be able to have with Satoru or even Shoko. Your take on the subject matter was informative and it made him wonder how his childish best friend was able to pull someone like you.

He knew his crush blossomed from that day and every other day you had conversations with him but...

What he didn't know was how deep that crush ran. It seemed as if it was getting harder and harder to not see you as just a friend.

And well, the day he saw your nudes on display on Satoru's desktop screen was the icing on the cake for him. He should have left it sitting idle. He shouldn't have touched anything. His mistake? Moving the mouse. It made everything disappear while leaving you on display for anyone to see.

His mistake.

The picture in question was of you, nude as you're smiling at the camera with your knees pressed to your chest and giving him a very pretty view of your pussy. He can see how wet your pussy is, little hints of cream around your pussy entrance too. He can also see a pieces of metal running through your nipoles. Fuck, nipple piercing too?

That's so hot!

It makes his mouth waters and fuck does he wanna know how good you taste so much that he finds himself licking his lips.

He eyes the collar dawning your neck. 'Satoru' embedded in gold. It compliments your skin that's shines with a sheen of sweat, making Suguru feel things he shouldn't feel for his best friends girlfriend.

He's sure Satoru is the one behind the camera because who else would it be? It all sends his mind into a whirlwind of scenarios that his brain should not have conjured out between the three of you.

He tries to clear his throat when the second picture pops up and Suguru is sure he is going to burst right there. You bent over with your ass in the air. Cheeks spread and he's able to see both holes (your pussy glistening and making him lick his lips). He knows it’s Satoru’s dick settled (no doubt he was about to push it back in) and he can't help the slight color that spread along his cheeks.

He doesn't realize he's still staring at the screen, unwavering until he realizes Satoru is calling his name. It brings him back to his reality.

“Suguru!”

“Yeah? Y-Yes!” Suguru clears his throat but poor Suguru, Satoru already knows he saw them. “ ‘m Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you liked what you saw.” Satoru’s brow raises in question and well shit, Suguru was caught.

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 4 months

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Alpha!Steve Harrington x jealous!fem!Omega

I saw these photos and I couldn’t stop thinking about riding Steve’s throat and my brain just kind of ran with it and made it alpha!Steve and this was born…

18+MDNI!! (General omegaverse behaviors, Steve and reader are mated, Steve comes home smelling like another omega but it’s nothing shady, throat riding, dirty talk, jealous reader.)

Your ears perk up at the sound of Steve’s car pulling into the driveway, your eyes dart from the dishes in the sink you’re currently doing to the big kitchen window above you. You watch Steve put the car in park with anticipation, you had been eagerly waiting for him all day. You could tell your heat was close and you were feeling extra needy.

He steps out of the car looking handsome as ever in his work clothes. The suit you ironed fresh for him that morning is a bit wrinkled now, his shirt is untucked and his tie is pulled loose. His hair that he usually slicks back on work days is starting to fall loose as well, a few stray strands of chestnut hanging around his ears and on his forehead.

You abandon the task at hand. You turn off the kitchen sink and dry your hands, pulling your apron over your head leaving you in just your silk sleep shorts set. You know this little outfit drives Steve crazy. You turn the lock and open the door just as you hear him start to put his key into the lock. The huge smile on your face falling immediately when the smell of him comes wafting in with the wind. You scrunch your nose in disgust, your eyes setting into a glare.

“What the fuck Steve? Who the fuck do you smell like? You fucking reek like an omega in heat.” You gag, the smell of another omegas desperation dripping off your alpha making you feel like you’re going to hurl.

“Baby, hey, just listen to me okay?” He takes a step forward and his hand reaches out for you but you jerk away from him. “You were right okay? About that new girl at work? I really thought she was just being friendly to me all this time but she went into heat at work today and…”

You snarl at him, your stomach drops as your mind goes to the worst places imaginable. Did he fuck her?

“Sweetie… just let me finish, nothing happened. Don’t go there. You know I only want you, you’re my omega, my mate. She uh - she basically cornered me in my office and threw herself at me, she tried to sit in my lap and she was dripping with slick and I swear I pushed her off of me baby, she didn’t even smell good to me. I was gagging and all I could think about was you.”

He has a pained look on his face, and his hand raises like he wants to reach out for you again but it’s almost like he thinks better of it and drops it back down to his side. His head hangs between his shoulders and he looks deflated, like a sad dog. Your first instinct is to comfort him, console your alpha, but the possessive part of you wants to go to that bitches house and give her a piece of your fucking mind. The part of you that wins though? The animalistic nature to remind your alpha who he belongs to.

Your hand reaches out and grabs hold of his tie, dragging him inside. He barely has time to kick the door shut behind him before you’re on him. Your fingers weave through his hair sprayed locks and pull, your lips smashing against his, all tongue and teeth. But you can still smell her on him, and this close you can tell she must’ve looped her arms around his neck because you can smell her on his throat and that makes you see red.

“Ugh, I can fucking smell her all over you, it’s awful Steve. Go in the bedroom. Now.” Your voice is stern, your eyes burning with rage in a way Steve has never seen them. It’s kind of turning him on. He decides he’s going to let you do whatever you need to do to him to feel better about this. He walks towards your bedroom, removing his tie and dress shirt as he goes.

You’re close behind him, helping him take it the rest of the way off before you’re reaching for his belt and undoing his pants too, shoving them down his legs. You throw his clothes that reek of the other girl across the room, you’re going to be burning those later.

“I missed you all day long, wanted you all day long, but I can hardly stand near you without wanting to puke right now.” Your eyes scan his naked body as you remove your own clothes.

“Baby, I can take a shower it’s no big de-“

“No Steve. Not good enough. Lay on the bed. On your back.” Your voice comes out a growl and it sends a shiver down Steve’s spine. He obeys, lying in the middle of your king sized bed, his cock at attention. He watches as you crawl over to him, swinging your leg over his hip to straddle his waist. “I’m going to make sure the only thing you can smell is me.”

You grin at him as you scoot up his chest, your bare pussy hovering over his throat. He assumes you’re going to sit on his face so when he feels your slick lips touch his neck he moans in surpise.

“She has some audacity, touching my alpha. I could smell her on your scent gland Stevie, I only want my smell there.” You look down at him with a pout on your lips and he wishes he could kiss it away. But he can tell that’s not what you need right now.

“Ride my throat baby girl, mark your territory.” His large hands grip onto your ass, pulling you down harder on him, encouraging you.

You’re so wet from all the thoughts you’ve been having of him all day, that combined with your fast approaching heat gives you the perfect amount of lubrication to glide against your alphas broad throat. You give an experimental thrust, a breathy gasp leaving your lips at the feeling. He hasn’t shaved in a few days so there’s a bit of stubble and his Addams apple slides through your lips and hits your clit deliciously.

“Oh Stevie, it feels so good.” You moan, your hands grip onto his hair as your thrusts increase. “You’re my alpha, mine mine mine.”

“Yes omega, I’m all yours, no one else’s. Use me to cum, mark your territory baby.” Steve’s grip on your ass tightens as he uses it to help you grind against him.

You feel yourself approaching the edge embarrassingly quick, you’ve been sensitive and needy all day and knowing you’re erasing the scent of that other omega from him appeases your primal brain. Your thrusts don’t let up, little moans and gasps leaving your lips. Steve can tell you’re close, his hands leaving your ass to tug on your nipples instead.

“Come on omega, use me to cum, want you to cum all over me.” His words do you in, your thighs shake and you throw your head back as a rush of slick leaves you. It drips down Steve’s throat and he groans at the feeling. He’s so hard right now he feels like he’s going to burst.

“Now let me show you just how much I love this pussy, how much I love you. I’d never want anybody else honey, this pussy was fucking made for me.” Steve grips your thighs, flipping you over into your back in one swift motion. “I’m fucking yours baby, your alpha… let me show you…”

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v3nusxsky · 9 months

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so i saw you have no Nat request but was wondering if could do wanda and Nat x freader smut with these prompts

48.“Watch your mouth...”

19. “I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”

60“You broke the rules…”

with dom Nat and wanda bratty reader

maybe they’re all out at like a bar for a celebration of some sorts and R feels like little left out because Nat and Wanda are talking to each other and barely including her in the conversation so she decides have a little attitude with them . this just gets r less in the conversation so she gets up and sits next to some other girl and fake flirts with her this catches Nats eye . which leads them to take R home and give her reminder of the rules ;)

(aka punishment)

if not Wanda and Nat then just Nat would be fine

if you do this and do the both can Nat be the slightly like harsher one and Wanda not like a completely soft dom but is not as harsh as Nat can be

hope have a lovely day

i love your writing especially “needy puppy”

Bratty Baby 18+

*Authors note~I took a lot of creative liberties here with this one so I hope that's okay and that you'll enjoy it*

Trigger warnings~ dp dom Wandanat sun brat r g!p Nat enchanter strap on wanda harsh dom Nat slight soft dom Wanda, overstimulation kink teasing dildos Voyeurism punishment Dacryphilia size kink voice kink oral fixation mommy and daddy kink smut smut smutttt

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Tony was always throwing parties after every successful mission, you never knew why. Perhaps he wanted to flash the cash and his success but you liked to think his love language is showering you all with gifts and parties to celebrate achievements the team made. You love dressing up for your girlfriends, allowing them to take in your outfits always led to a fun night. The team knew of your relationship dynamics, but had never once questioned either of your girlfriends, probably because they could kick the rest of the teams ass without even braking a sweat.

Normally you'd be hanging off one of their arms all night, but tonight they seemed to be immersed in one another's company. It was like you were third wheeling in your own relationship and for the first time you felt jealousy towards them both. They very rarely included you in their conversations, you didn't know much about it. You tried to show them your hurt at their ignorance but they seemed unfazed by your clear upset. That's when your plan formed. If they wouldn't give you attention then you'd go find someone who will.

Truly you didn't know how it happened but it did, you were leant up against the bar nursing a drink while carol tried to poorly flirt with you, asking about a scar you'd gotten a year ago. You weren't interested at all, very in love with your girlfriends but you could practically feel Natasha glaring in your direction so you fed into it. Fake flirting with Carol seemed to grab the attention of both women so you weren't surprised when both of them came to you. Natasha behind you sneaking a hand to your head while Wanda stood between you and Carol. A little whimper escaped you at the tug to your hair. "Dekta, why don't you let Carol go enjoy her night you are done" she murmured to you eyeing Carol dangerously causing her to flee.

"Draga, you know better than to whore yourself out" Wanda purred causing you to retaliate, "I bet Carol would fuck me right!" The mumble caught by both women causing Nat to rage on and Wanda to worry. "Nat, you're hurting me" you whimpered as she dragged you back to your room with Wanda on your tails. "Nat honey, maybe you should calm down" Wanda tried as you were thrown into the bedroom. The two women began to converse, little did you know Wanda was trying to make Nats temper deflate a little for you. "You don't fucking want me know" you all but screamed at them.

"Watch your mouth you whore" Nat seethed stalking towards you like a animal hunting prey. "ljubezen" the softer one of your girlfriends warned, she meant business but was no where near as angry as Natasha. Natasha held your throat and slammed you into the wall, her lips roughly fighting with yours now. Wanda taking the free time to strip from her clothing while Nat marked up your exposed neck. "I swear to god I'll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can't walk." She growled before dragging you to the bed where Wanda laid spread and playing with her puffy cunt. "Go and eat mommy out, prove you can be a good slut for us."

Crawling onto the bed you immediately tried to kiss Wanda's soft thighs but Tasha forced your head into her cunt, "eat" she growled. Immediately, you began to give kitten licks to her soaking cunt, her clit being spoilt with attention before plunging your tongue into her tight little hole. "Oh fuck, baby yes there yes good girl" Wanda mewled causing Natasha to lean over to slap Wanda face, "she's nothing more than a worthless whore Wanda, do not make me punish you too." Tears sprang in wandas eyes, "oh dekta you look so pretty when you cry, daddy doesn't mean to take her anger out on you. This slut is the one who should get it. Don't you agree?" A yes was squealed as you managed to throw the witch over the edge and fuck her through it.

Natasha once again tugged you up by your hair to spin you around and thrust her hard veiny cock into your tight throat. "Make this wet for daddy slut" was all she offered before thrusting into you. Wanda took the time to calm her body and strap up and enjoy the show. "Natty" Wanda whined when she was ready, "let me have a turn." That was how you found yourself sucking Wandas strap happily while Nat edged you with your aching clit.

Once both women had enough you were immediately positioned on all fours, Natasha lining her self up with your hips to hold them steady. Wanda teasing your folds with the head of the strap, "oh yes baby so wet for mommy"she purred before thrusting in. "Mommy no big too big" you whimpered causing Natasha to smack your ass in warning, "you'll take it, mommy wants to stretch out your fuck hole to make sure you can take daddy's cock." Natasha helped you fuck yourself onto Wandas dick as she stretched out your walls. "Oh god mommy! Daddy! Wanna cum" you mewled.

"Cum my whore" Wanda purred happily as she was approaching her edge too. A rough thrust had you both tumbling over that edge together. "Mine" the red headed Russian growled practically ripping you off Wands dick and thrusting into you from behind. The sheer size of her dick stretching you more than Wanda had. "Mommy it hurts make her stop" you cried hoping she'd take pity on you. "You broke the rules baby" Wanda reminded before completely ignoring the pleas and cries for her to help you.

Nat is a passionate lover but her temper flared often making it hard for her to know when to stop. "Wands look the pretty slut is crying. Look at how beautiful she looks taking me Wanda" Nat panted with every rough thrust, "the more you cry dolly the more I want to ruin you." You'd lost count how many times you came around her cock, the pleasure and pain dizzying. "Stop stop please daddy I can't" you whined, only to be shut up by Wanda popping her breast into your mouth, "shhh baby here suck on mommy."

Natasha happily filled you to the brim as you screamed around Wandas nipple. When she finally slipped from your now gaping hole you could see the mixture of both your cum seeping from your own hole onto the bed. Trying to catch your breath you noticed Wanda slipping underneath your body and Nat repositioning her already hard cock. You weren't even sure how two cocks could fit into your small cunt but these two lovers were determined to make them fit. "Oh look at the cock slut wands, taking both our dicks into your needy cunt"

Natasha shoved two fingers into your mouth as they both pounded into you, it was awkward at first but they soon found a rhythm to overstimulate your poor puffy cunt. Tears streaming like a raging river, you continued to moan and whine as you came around their dicks again and agains. Your orgasm causing you to clamp around them like a vice. Making them cum became the ultimate goal, and when you achieved that you tapped out immediately, the pain now outweighing the pleasure.

Both women flipped like a switch into caring and loving, making sure you were cared for and loved, cleaning up and cuddling with your exhausted body while they whispered words of praise and love until you all drifted off to sleep.

Word count~ 1552

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revasserium · 7 months

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to the lighthouse - Zoro and what guides him home

10. to the lighthouse

zoro; 2,320 words, opla!zoro, the fluffiest of fluff, straw hat!reader, established relationship

summary: you just wanted to buy some apples; now complete with a prequel right here

a/n: aggressively adorable, truly -- i have no excuse for this okay. i'm just so freakishly whipped for opla!zoro pls dont look at at me

zoro has never been great shakes at directions (navigation has always been more nami’s thing, and he knows his place in the world), but he’s never needed a compass to find his way home. once, he might have. once, he would’ve wandered and wondered forever and ever, believing the great unknowns of the world to be his compass rose, the horizon his true north, but not anymore. because you see, he’s grown since then — he’s gotten bigger, stronger, more ruthless, more deadly. but he’s gotten smarter too… if only just by a little bit.

he’s learned since then that home doesn’t have to be a place, that it can just as easily be a person.

or, in his case, that it could be both.

“warn me, the next time you plan on getting kidnapped for ransom, would’ya?”

there’s blood on his headband and blood on his shoes, but he can’t quite keep his voice as gruff as he’d like, even as he hauls you bodily onto the deck of the going merry, scowling as you kick your feet in a feeble attempt to get him to let you go.

“it’s not like i was trying to get kidnapped! i was getting apples from the market!”

“yeah, in broad daylight, in a giant port town where all our faces are plastered across wanted posters! even i could’ve told you that’s a bad idea.”

you yelp as he dumps you unceremoniously onto the kitchen’s large wooden table, mumbling to himself as he beings to rummage through the drawers for a first aide kit, slamming cupboards as he goes.

you fold your arms, unable to stop the grin from tugging at your lips.

“did you… just call yourself dumb?”

zoro whirls around, color blotching into his cheeks as he glares, “i — f — you know what i mean!”

he whips back around and slams a drawer so hard the handle breaks; he swears even as you start to laugh, wincing and clutching at your stomach, the skin of your side tender and growing more so by the minute.

“o-ow! don’t make me laugh! it hurts!”

“serves you right… stupid… parading around… not paying attention…”

he slams the first aid kit onto the table next to you, roughly swatting your hand out of the way as he gingerly lifts your shirt to inspect the damage.

“i’m fine —”

“you’re not fine, and quit squirming. i’m not chopper so if i fuck up, it’s your fault.”

you press your lips and hold still, hissing as he carefully dabs at a rather large gash between two of your ribs.

“and i wasn’t parading… i mean, my face isn’t on a wanted poster yet so…”

zoro spares you a single look before going back to his work, “yeah. yet.”

you deflate, inching forward slightly to make his job a bit easier as he continues to clean your wound, his touch now so much gentler than anyone might give him credit for. you watch him with soft eyes, trail the tracks of his fingers as he fumbles with the alcohol soaked cotton pad, daubing at the raw red of your skin. you wondered if anyone who hunted him from his picture on a wanted poster would recognize him now, his cheeks flushed, his brows lightly furrowed, his eyes sharp and steady as tried his best not to hurt you.

“there,” he says, his voice short and rough as he presses his palm over a strip of clean gauze, sealing it in place. he pulls back to admire his handiwork, looking as pleased as he might’ve been if he’d just decapitated an entire infantry’s worth of men without drawing a single sword.

you gingerly tug your shirt back down, your skin feeling much warmer at the places where he’d touched, his palm-print burning like a brand along the expanse of your ribs. you gulp and clear your throat.

“sorry… i — i didn’t mean to.”

“save it,” and then, when you wince at his tone, zoro sighs, scratching at the back of his neck as he leans up against the table next to you, “i know you didn’t. i was just…”

and it’s his turn to pause, to clear his throat and look away.

“sanji… sanji wanted apples for the curry he’s making tonight,” you say, kicking your feet, your eyes trained on the tips of your shoes as they swing up and down in succession — right, left, right, left, right —

“apples in curry? ew.”

“he said they’re the secret ingredient! and — apparently, the better the apples, the better the curry, and it’s — well, it’s fall so they’re in season right now, and nami said this island is known for their apple orchards so i thought — maybe if i went to the market on the first day i’d be able to snag the best ones —”

he cuts you off with a kiss, swallowing passed your surprised squeak before your eyes flutter shut, your lashes tickling his cheeks like moth wings. you can almost taste his satisfied smirk when your fingers curl into the front of his shirt to tug him closer.

“you’re rambling… you only do that when you’re nervous.”

you bite your lip but zoro presses his thumb to your chin, tilting your head up till he meets your eyes.

“why’re you nervous?”

“i — i’m not —”

“hm. you’ve always been a shit liar.”

you try to tug your head away from him but his grip is strong, his other hand casually resting below your waist, his fingers pressing into the soft of your hips, holding you in place.

“it’s… nothing…” but he’s right. you have always been a terrible liar, even worse to the people who know you. and god does zoro know you.

zoro’s grin goes wolfish as he cocks his head, eyeing you as a hunter might his prey, “pretty little liar though… i gotta say,” he drags his thumb along the bottom of your lip, pushing against the plush of your mouth, his eyes going dark as he watches the way your breath hitches.

“but even pretty little liars deserve to be punished, don’t they?” he leans in, breath hot by your ear, his words chasing shivers up and down your spine. you fight back a whimper, knowing that if he were truly to pin you there, there’d be nothing you could do to escape him.

“unless… you wanna tell me the truth?”

you let out a shuddering breath before sighing.

“w-we — we wanted to — to throw you a birthday party.”

zoro pauses, his darkened gaze going wide for a second before he pulls back, visibly confused.

“b…birthday? uh — that’s not till november —”

“i know but… who knows if we’ll be docked by then, and… your favorite season is autumn so…” you shrug, voice small even as you try to duck and hide the blush rushing up into your cheeks.

“so… you went to get apples… for my not-birthday birthday dinner?”

“i mean — your favorite food is rice and… curry goes the best with rice, right?”

zoro lets out a breathy laugh, his hand falling to press against your other hip. but before he can say anything else, sanji’s voice echoes in from just beyond the door before it swings open to reveal sanji, with his arms full of groceries and usopp close behind him, nearly running into sanji’s back as he comes to an abrupt stop at the sight before him.

“darling, did you manage to get those apples? y’know if we’re really gonna make this curry, it’ll have to stew for a good three or so hours — oh — my apologies… was i interrupting something? decide to give the lucky man an amuse bouche before his main course tonight, yeah?”

you groan and try to tug away but zoro merely quirks an eyebrow, seemingly unphased.

“why’re you putting apples into perfectly good curry?”

at this, sanji rolls his eyes and hoists the groceries on to the kitchen table next to you, casting zoro a scathing look.

“look man, i don’t question your sword-swinging and you don’t question my cooking, alright? now, if you’re really thirsting to know — the sweetness in the apples gives texture to the curry as it stews, and that’s what makes it so damn delicious when you pair it with the rice, got it?”

zoro scoffs, his hands still planted firmly on either side of your hips even as sanji starts to pull out all the varied ingredients for the meal. behind him, usopp is juggling an impressive number of liquor bottles as he tries to slot them into the drinks rack.

“yeah. we’ll see,” and with a single arm, zoro hoists you from the table and sets you down on the ground next to him, guiding you from the kitchens even as sanji shoots you a salacious wink.

“you’ll be singin’ to a different tune when you’ve had your first taste, moss-head!”

zoro doesn’t grace that with a response, steering you out of the kitchens before yelling for usopp to toss him a bottle of something good over his shoulder.

later that night, when the party is in full swing, he finds you by the carved white railings at the darkened head of the ship, eyes trained on the far horizon. behind you both, luffy is standing on a barrel, belting some old drinking song while nami laughs and sanji swings chopper in a strange, uncoordinated two-step.

“hey,” he says, bumping your shoulder with his.

“oh! hey…” you cast him a smile as he takes another swig from his nearly empty glass.

“why aren’t you —” he jerks his head back towards the swinging, dancing, laughing crew.

you bite back a smile, shrugging, “i was just… thinking.”

“oh. well, that’s not good.”

you slam your shoulder into his but he barely moves, chuckling.

“today… when you saved me from those kidnappers… how’dyou know where to find me?”

you turn to look at him, and for a second, the question almost catches him off guard. he stares at you, as if unsure himself how to answer before he grins, his eyes slipping from you out towards the darkness beyond as behind you both, sanji starts in on a showtune in a warbled language neither of you can understand.

“actually, ‘m not sure… i just… had a feeling.”

you blink, “you… had a feeling?”

“yeah like… y’know when uh — turtles and stuff always know how to get back to the beach where they were born?”

your eyebrows slowly migrate up your forehead this words as you stare at him, dumbstruck.

“zoro… you’ve gotten lost on a straight road before —”

“shut up! it’s not — it’s different though… i dunno how to explain it, but i just… i just knew. something — something wasn’t right and i knew i had to find you.”

and even in the relative darkness, you can see the color seeping into his cheeks. you let yourself laugh, glancing down at the half-finished drink in your own hands.

“i’ll… i’ll always find you.”

you look up at his words, his voice so much softer than you’re used to, the words so much more tender. you look up to find him watching you, his gaze soft and warm, sweet and molten.

“even if it takes me forever… i’ll… i’ll always find my way to you.”

and you wonder if it’s the alcohol, you wonder if it’s the darkness gifted by the moonless night, the prickling light of a hundred thousand stars winking above in the velvet sky.

you nod, raising your glass in quiet acceptance of his words, of this solemn vow that you know he’d never make without the intention of honoring it until time itself has breathed its last.

you clink your glass against his.

“happy birthday.”

zoro laughs, shaking his head, “can’t believe you’re making me celebrate two months early.”

“we can throw another party when its your actual birthday.”

“yeah — just promise me you won’t get kidnapped again.”

you laugh, shaking your head, “as long as you promise that if i do… you’ll be there to find me.”

zoro raises his glass to his lips, “i’ll drink to that.”

you toss your own drink back, feel the burn of it work it’s way down your throat, the fire settling in the pit of your stomach as zoro tugs you by the hand back to the heart of the party, where nami screams and throws her arms round you, pulling you into a suffocating hug and sanji nearly trips over trying to refill your glass.

zoro grins, laughing as luffy wobbles and nearly smashes into the main mast. he lets sanji refill his drink; he lets luffy pull him into a unwilling sea shanty, everyone swaying left and right with the uneven rhythm of the drowsy sea.

and he realizes, not for the first time, though it still sometimes comes as a surprise — that there’s no place he’d rather be. because you see, for zoro home is both a place and a person — the place is here with his crew around him, the ocean beneath them, the world sprawled out like a map at their feet.

and the person… he looks up across the raucous merry-making to catch your eye, to catch a breath of your bright, bell-like laughter — he’s never been more sure of anything else in his entire life that the person… is you.

opla!zoro requests r open LOL (literally idk if i will write anyone else but him at this point but EY if u got a req....)

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cottonlemonade · 27 days

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Can i get a new large passion fruit lemonade with boba for tsukishima?

Camping In A Storm

warnings: mdni, nsfw, a tad of swearing

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For your third anniversary you and your husband Kei decided to go camping near the Kitadani Formation - Japan‘s primary source for non-marine vertebrate fossils.

You were looking forward to the extensive lecture he would give you on each tiny bone and its significance, loving how swept up he got in fascinating dino facts.

On the day of the hike however you woke up to thunder and strong wind pushing against the small windows of your rented camper van.

Snuggling deeper into the blanket and your husband’s arms, you deflated a little knowing how much you both had been looking forward to today.

“So, on a scale from 1 to 10 how bad is this trip?”, you asked, somehow feeling like the storm was your fault.

Kei threw a disinterested glance outside, then his eyes focused on you, “It’s actually not terrible.”

“Wow, high praise.”, you chuckled.

He frowned and a moment later said, “You do realize that being here with you is the main event for me, right?”

Your stunned expression told him otherwise. Idiot.

He privately hated that even after all those years you still seemed to doubt that he was happiest when he was with you. When you were in his arms like right now. When you smiled at him. When he had the goddamn honor of coming home to you. Why didn’t you see that?

He obviously still had a lot to learn about being a good husband, if you continued to question his feelings at times like these.

Ugh, and that look on your face - you should know by now what it did to him when you got all cute and shy like that. He shifted a little so his hand could travel from your waist over your plush thighs a little further.

“I love you.”, he said simply and, pulling your panties aside, slowly pushed a long delicate finger into you.

“Nngh, I love you more.”, you squirmed, grabbing a hold of his shoulders and hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“Take that back.”, he grumbled and used his thumb to rub your clit, making you cover your mouth to stifle a loud moan.

“Never.”, you panted, looking up at him.

“Tch. Suit yourself.”, he leaned down to nib at your neck, adding another finger.

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a/n: thank you for the request! I hope you enjoyed it ✨

#sunnys lemonade stand #tsukishima kei x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukki x chubby reader #tsukishima x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu smut #hq tsukki #haikyuu tsukki #tsukki smut #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima smut #tsukishima imagine #hq tsukishima

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thatone-brightstar · 4 months

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When you said I’m loving all of your asks do you mean just in general or that you can see if posts an ask even when anonymous? If so that’s embarrassing for me lol. Even so, here’s another ask - Carmen isn’t one to play up the sexy for his partner and the reader doesn’t really mind - Carmen is sexy just standing there honestly. But Carmen feels like he isn’t pulling his weight when it comes to trying to seduce his partner. So he decides to play it up by idk role playing, or playing music, or giving a strip tease etc. whatever your heart desires. 💜

LMFAO don't worry babe i meant it in general i can't really see who asks. also thanks for pulling me from the depths of writer's block with this one. i know it's not what you asked but it's what came out lol

i think he would definitely go for something romantic. He'd try to win you with what he knows best, splurge most of his already reduced salary on imported prosciutto and creamy honey and dates goat's cheese for a charcuterie board he'd make himself because he heard you tell syd once how you always found those so romantic.

it’s cold outside, so an indoor picnic it is. candles around the room that he considered a fire hazard but that warmed the room with a soft cinnamon scent. low music from his stereo, the gray sweater you liked and a few sprites of cologne are added just in time before you crossed the door.

“hey-” he’s slightly out of breath, covering what view he can from the narrow hallway to the living room setup. “how was work?”

he moved by your side, taking you by the shoulders and pressing a kiss over your hair, then helped you out of your coat as you rambled on.

“i swear one of these days i’m just gonna qui-” you stopped abruptly at the door to the living room, caught off guard by the multiple flickering lights. “...oh carmy.”

your face was unreadable from his position behind you and it could have been the lack of any movement from your part that made his hands grow clammy instantly and think that it might have been a stupid idea.

“you hate it.”

“what? no- no i’m-” it was only until you half turned towards him that he spotted the excited expression over your face, eyes slightly more dewy than normal. “carm, this is beautiful.”

carmy exhaled the deep breath caught in his chest, almost deflating, and finally closed the space between you. he circled his arms around you as your eyes danced around the little flickering lights.

“are we celebrating something that i forgot?” you asked, for a second slightly worried until you felt his cheek rub beside yours with a shake.

the music traveled in the air along with the sweet scent and he couldn’t help but sway from one side to the other in an effortless rhythm, taking you with him. “jus’ wanted to do somethin’ different.” is all he said

you turned in his arms and placed a tender kiss over his cheek, taking a whiff of his intoxicating scent. your smile grew deeper into your face as you dug your nose into his neck and took a stronger inhale.

you groaned and began placing sweet kisses over the exposed skin above his sweater. “god, i love how you smell.”

carmy laughed into your hair, arms still tight around you while you continued to kiss him and he took step after step forward to guide you into the room. “c’mon, food’s gonna get cold.”

“it can wait.” you mumble, too entranced by the intoxicating smell.

he hissed slightly when the cold skin of your fingertips came in contact with the warmth under his shirt, but he didn’t complain, and he didn’t mind it either when your lips drew a sultry line up to his own.

#amy writes #carmy berzatto #the bear fx #carmy smut #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #the bear tv #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto smut

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snowyquokka · 2 months

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SECRET SECRET

K. SEUNGMIN

chapter 1

cw: swearing, fem reader, academic rivals, angst if you squint, both like each other but wont admit it

wc: 1.2k

a.n - welcome to my first full fic !! im super excited to share this and im actually really proud of it. happy reading <3

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You’re sitting at your usual spot in the library on your college campus when a book is slammed down on your table, ripping a yelp from your chest as you practically jump out of your skin. You look up to see a smug grin splayed on full, pale pink lips.

Brown eyes sparkle back at you mischievously and before he even opens his mouth, you just know he’s going to say something to purposely aggravate you.

“I don’t want to know, nor do I care.” you grumble before turning back to your book.

“Where the Crawdads Sing.” Seungmin hums, “Didn’t know you had taste,” You ignore him and turn the page.

He huffs and plops down in the seat next to you, his knee brushing against yours as he does.

You snap your head up and admit defeat, placing a bookmark where you left off.

“Since you so rudely interrupted me,”

He rolls his eyes in response to your complaint, “Here we go again,”

“Don’t give me that.” you snap, “You came over here unannounced while I was clearly doing something. So tell me, what is it that you want to brag about now? Hm? Perfect score on the English essay? No wait- I know, you’ve finally succeeded in ass kissing every professor in the building.”

The entire time you were ranting, Seungmin sat with his chin in his palm, face angled towards you. His grin never faltered, which in turn only pissed you off more.

You snap your book shut and move to stand before you feel a hand tug on your sleeve, forcing you to sit.

“I didn’t come over here to brag,” Seungmin readjusts in his chair so his knees are poking the side of your bare thigh, the sudden contact sending warmth throughout you.

“I was hoping we could- I don’t know. Maybe we could be at least civil with each other?.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and your eyes widen.

“C-Civil?” you sputter while searching his face for any trace of ulterior motives.

He nods and fidgets a little. That’s when you realize that he’s nervous.

Seungmin is anything but nervous when it comes to talking to you. He’s always confident while spewing whatever insults he can think of on the spot.

“I uhm- I think I owe you an apology.”

“Excuse me?” That’s not what you meant to say.

Though, you’re fairly certain that whatever you were going to say would’ve come out ten times worse.

“Yeah.” he winces, “Fuck- you know I’m bad at this kind of stuff,” Seungmin huffs and runs a hand through his blonde hair.

“I’m sorry for being a dick,” his broad shoulders deflate and he looks like a weight was literally lifted off of him.

“You’re sorry?”

“Will you stop repeating me?” he scowls.

You can’t help but giggle a little, he couldn’t last two minutes into an apology without looking or sounding annoyed.

“‘M sorry. I just,” you bite your lip to stifle another laugh, “I didn’t think I’d live to see the day that Kim Seungmin apologized for- well, anything.”

He grumbles something incoherently and pushes his knee farther into your thigh. You swallow hard and look behind him at the now very interesting bookshelf.

Seungmin sighs and gets up without another word and leaves. You watch as he rounds the corner and slips through the door.

“What the hell just happened,” you blink and whisper to yourself.

After his sudden apology, Seungmin has avoided you for an entire week now. He won’t even spare you a glance. You’re complaining about it to your best friend, Hyunjin, who also happens to be close with Seungmin.

Small world.

“Look, I don’t know exactly what happened but, like, could you maybe talk to him about it? He’s been killing the mood lately.” Hyunjin brings his iced americano to his lips while you form a bewildered expression.

“Me? You want me to talk to him?” you scoff and lean back in your chair, “Why should I have to? He apologized, I listened. End. Of. Story.”

“Why are you always so stubborn,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, placing his coffee on the table.

“Ridiculous. Absolutely fucking ridiculous.” you huff and pinch the bridge of your nose. Hyunjin gives you an ‘are you serious’ look.

“If I let you put his number in my phone, will you shut up about it?” He grins and holds out his hand for you to give your phone to him. “And you’re buying me another coffee.”

[You] - cheer up

[Intellectual Demon] - who is this?

[You] - jinnie said that you’ve been a real downer since apologizing to me

[Intellectual Demon] - it’s not even that bad

[You] - i can feel the frown radiating off of you rn

[You] - it’s your aura.

Seungmin smiles to himself proudly. After all, it was his idea to get Hyunjin to give you his number.

Now all he has to do is convince you to meet with him. He’s got it all mapped out; you’ll meet with him at his place, he’ll confess, you’ll reciprocate his feelings and you live happily ever after.

The guy gets the girl, like he always does. It’s a simple, foolproof plan.

Right?

“Yeah, no thanks. I’m good.”

Wrong.

Seungmin was so wrong. Immediately after you pick up the phone he’s already hit with a groan and a ‘what do you want now?’ Nonetheless, he pushed through and asked you to go to his place. You declined, which shouldn’t have surprised him, but it does. Seungmin thought that if he apologized all would be forgiven and you would be more willing to speak to him.

Though, he can only blame himself. He fell-and crashed- first, hard. Instead of admitting his feelings to you, and himself, he tried his hardest to distance himself from you, making you find him unbearable to be around. It worked, of course.

Seungmin wishes it didn’t. He wishes he would’ve just grown a pair and told you. He wishes he didn’t feel so unlovable.

You, on the other hand, have attempted to make your attraction obvious. Someone can only take so much rejection, however. You stopped flirting, stopped even looking in his direction at one point. Seungmin made it crystal clear that he wanted nothing to do with you, and now that he’s apologized you can’t help but catch those feelings all over again.

“Please, just- what do I need to do for you to come here?” Seungmin’s voice echoes through your head, bouncing off the sides as you feel yourself slowly start to give in.

You seriously should stop being a pushover.

“Send me your address, I’ll be there soon.” There’s a pause at the end of the line when Seungmin mutes himself and screams into his pillow.

tags: @godslino @skzstarnet @anakin-sweetheart

dividers: @chaeneuu

#snowyquokka #skzstarnet #stray kids #skz #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz reader insert #skz reactions #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin #seungmin fic #enimes to lovers #skz seungmin #straykids seungmin

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sentientgolfball · 1 month

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DUDE WHAT THE FUCK (re: phantom/aether ficlet) YOU CANT JUST THROW A BUNCH OF MY FAVE KINKS INTO ONE FICLET THEN SAY THIS

AND END IT THERE OH MY GOD ELABORATE??? PLEAS MAKE PART TWO AND ELABORATE IM LITERALLY BEGGING YOU ON MY KNEES RN

mwehehehehehee

That's it that's all I have to saw about that

Tags: mean Aeth, irresponsible use of quintessence, knot mention

Aether shoved his knot passed their lips, gripping the back of their head while he came down their throat. Phantom would’ve came when the taste hit his tongue, but Aeth made sure that was impossible. He dick was so hard and he’s sure he would’ve came at least three times by now if it wasn’t for the amount of quint Aether was pouring into him. His scars hadn’t stopped glowing for the last ten minutes.

“Once this goes down we’re gonna see if you can take my whole hand, how does that sound love bug?”

Phantom projected his affirmation into Aether’s mind. The older quint smiled, petting at his cheek to feel his knot inside. Phantom would have to thank Cirrus and Cumulus later for teaching him the tricks.

When his knot finally deflates, Aether pulls out of his mouth and gives him a moment to breathe. There’s still not a single part of his body Phantom can move except for his eyes. He feels floaty, like he’s watching everything Aether is doing to his body through a window. He can’t even moan when Aeth flips him over and prodes a finger into his ass, vocal chords completely paralyzed. Aether gets the idea though, the connection between their quintessence making every thought and feeling as clear as day.

When Aether slides a second finger in Phantom’s dick twitches. He wishes more than anything Aether would let him cum. They’ve been at this for what feels like hours now. But Aether’s not done yet. And if Aether isn’t done then Phantom isn’t done.

“You’ve been so good for me. Taking everything I’ve given you” Aether curls his fingers.

Phantom’s eyes flutter and he instinctively tries to buck back against him, but his hips don’t even twitch.

“It’s amazing what the body can do with a little bit of help isn’t it? I could teach you so much” Aether slides his fingers out of his ass only to shove a third one in.

Phantom practically begs over their connection. What for he has no idea anymore. His whole world right now is Aether. He can feel him in every crevice in his mind, can feel his touch lighting up every nerve in his body. He thinks he’d like that, knowing the tricks Aether does. Phantom knows the pack sure as hell would love it. The idea of Rain or Dew or Mountain begging him to fuck them like this sends a wave of pleasure through him. Aether laughs low when he feels it shudder through him.

“Yea love bug is that what you want? Maybe some other night. This one’s for me.”

Aether slips a fourth finger into them and they swear they can feel a dribble of pre leak from their cock through Aether’s control. Though when the feeling only grows he knows exactly what it is. It’s Aether’s cum trickling out of his ass, sliding down his dick and coating his thighs.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll fill you again when I’m finished with this.”

Ever so slowly Aether works his fifth finger into Phantom, giving a satisfied hiss when he finally gets his whole hand inside of him. He doesn’t move, giving Phantom a moment to recuperate as he focuses his quintessence on the straining muscles. He urges him to relax and Phantom is helpless to it. It doesn’t help that everything Aether feels is being echoed back through him. He wants it just as desperately as him, maybe even more given the suggestion he projects across the bond.

“You sure you want me to do that love bug?” Aether asks, but they both know he’s already made up his mind.

Phantom blinks at him. It’s the closest thing to a nod he can physically do.

Aether laughs “You’re worse than Mountain.”

He slowly uncurls one of his fingers, quickly followed by the second. He carefully scissors his fingers inside of him. He grunts when he hears Phantom whine in his mind, cock kicking in his lap and spitting a thick glob of pre. He takes his time uncurling the rest of his fingers, savoring every little noise that rattles in his head. He flexes his all five fingers and Phantom swears he saw the Hells again for a moment. Aether stays like that for a minute or an hour, Phantom’s brain too full of honey to notice anything until he feels the pressure of him carefully slipping his fist out of him.

“Oh Hells Phantom, love bug, look at you you’re fucking gaping” Aether traces his rim with a feather light touch.

“You’re going to be ruined for anyone else. Fuck I don’t even think my knot will catch” he pauses and hums thoughtfully “I guess there’s only one way to find out though.”

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #the band ghost fic #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #golfball writes

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what-immortal-hand-or-eye · 5 months

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20. The things you said I wasn't meant to hear; Vashwood

I am feeling soft and squishy this morning, so ignore how long it's been since you sent in this ask and enjoy These Two Dipshits. Inspired by me nearly giving myself hypothermia.

Vash woke up feeling amber-warm and soft. He'd worked himself to the bone the day before, caught in torrential rains that sent mudslides thundering down the hills towards the town. Hours of slinging sandbags and bracing rickety synth wood posts that swelled and burst in the rain with Wolfwood at his side.

Once they'd stemmed the tide, Wolfwood had taken one look at Vash and slung him over his shoulder, saying he looked like a drowned cat. Vash hadn't argued, the downpour sapping his strength and leaving him shivering. He hadn't protested as Wolfwood dragged him bodily into the inn and into their shared room, peeling him out of his sodden leathers and calling him a "sad, skinny onion". Vash's only response had been a wet sneeze.

Since they'd forgone their heroes' feast, one of the servers brought up two plates and hot buttered rum, with a thank you note signed by the patrons. Wolfwood bullied him into eating, even as every bite felt like chewing through bricks and he feared passing out with a mouthful of macaroni.

He didn't really remember falling asleep, and didn't care. He was pressed against Wolfwood's side, barely aware of the world around them. The only thing he could make out with any certainty was the soft hum of his voice.

"Needle-noggin," he murmured. "The needliest noggin. Vash the Stampede. The Humanoid Typhoon. Nah, not a typhoon. Cen't even stand a little rain. Shivery beanpole. Featherhead. How is your hair so soft when you put all'a that shit in it, huh?" He ran a hand lightly over Vash's hair. "Soft as your heart. I swear, you'd still be out there helpin' if I hadn't dragged your sorry ass in." He rambled, saying whatever popped into his head. "Needle-noggin. My needle-noggin."

His.

Vash was his.

Wolfwood kept on, voice barely above a whisper. "Milly calls folks honey. Are you a 'honey'? Sweet enough to be. Sweet to me." He aimlessly brushed his knuckles along Vash's shoulder. "You'd laugh if I called you that, though. Call me a sap. Maybe I am."

It was a good thing that Vash's face was buried under the blanket. His cheeks were red hot.

"Honey," Wolfwood whispered, voice still gravelly from sleep. "Sweetheart. You got a big, sweet heart, doncha, darlin'?" He kept gently stroking Vash's shoulder, fingers tracing the length of his stump.

Vash was going to die.

Wolfwood curled up close to him, wrapping him in his arms. "Let's sleep the day away. I'm still cold as hell, and we've got nowhere to be. Whaddya say?"

"Okay."

He felt Wolfwood freeze, all of the gooeyness leaving him at once.

"Spikey."

Vash kept his face pressed into Wolfwood's ribs, his eyes squeezed shut. "M?"

"How long have you been awake?" Wolfwood's voice was taut with embarrassment.

He shrugged. "Dunno. I'm still really out of it." He tried to keep his voice blamelessly breezy. When he shifted his head up to finally look at Wolfwood, he saw that his face was a deep crimson. "Thanks for staying with me."

Wolfwood deflated, clearly thinking he was in the clear. "'Course, needle-noggin."

Vash grinned. "And by the way, my hair's so soft because I use conditioner."

He laughed as Wolfwood shoved him off the bed.

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beechersnope · 10 months

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Summer of Cum Days 7/8/9: come swallowing, multiple orgasms, premature ejaculation

daniel/max with a surprise bonus kink, 1118 words

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“You shouldn’t tease so much in front of Checo,” Max tells him.

Daniel is lying back against the leather couch with Max in between his knees. The leather sticking to his bare skin along the small of his back, where he’s sweatiest. He doesn’t dare suggest they go anywhere else. He’s already waited long enough.

“Maybe I should tease you, keep you on the edge for hours until I let you fuck me.”

“Max,” Daniel groans, almost a perfect mimicry of the stupid, little moan Max had let out during the sim challenge.

“You like that?” Max asks, sounding far too gleeful about it. “You know, Charles swears by not coming until right after the race, says it helps him perform at his highest level. Maybe I shouldn’t let you come until after the tire test.”

“Now you’re just being mean,” Daniel says through a loud exhale.

Max hums a little and scoots in closer. “You’re hard, though,” he points out.

“I’ve been hard since we left.” It’s not a lie; Daniel had been fighting an erection most of the day, no thanks to Max.

Usually, the presence of Checo or Christian or some other random Red Bull employee was enough of a deterrent, but today Max had been firing on all cylinders, apparently determined to get Daniel so riled up he could barely see straight, even though there was nothing either of them could do about it for hours.

And now that they could do something about it, Max seemed keen on playing games.

“You’re lucky I like you so much,” Daniel tells him.

“You love me,” Max remarks with a delighted smile.

Daniel doesn’t bother to respond. He doesn’t need to.

“What do you want?” Max asks as he finally pulls Daniel’s cock out from his briefs, breathing hotly against the tip like a promise.

He knows what Daniel wants already, but Daniel tells him anyway. “Your mouth,” Daniel says. He already feels like he’s about to come out of his skin, his heart thrumming rapidly in his chest, beating so hard he can feel it in the tips of his fingers, his toes—his dick.

“Yeah? Are you gonna ask real nicely?”

Daniel opens his mouth to do just that when Max slides his hand up the shaft of Daniel’s cock, and without warning, digs the pad of his precum-slick thumb directly into Daniel’s slit.

Daniel comes before he even realizes what’s happening, thick, white globs of semen oozing from the tip of his dick around Max’s thumb. There’s a pressure he’s never felt before, something achy and overwhelming within his balls. He doesn’t even have the words to describe what he can feel happening to him.

Daniel lets out a short barking scream when Max removes his thumb only to duck down and quickly swallow the head of Daniel’s dick in his mouth. Somehow, Daniel’s orgasm still hasn’t stopped, and he throws his head back against the couch as he reaches down to twist his fingers into Max’s hair, just holding his head there at the end of his cock as Max literally sucks him dry.

“That was quick,” Max says with a wry pout after pulling off. “I didn’t even get to have any fun.”

Daniel is too fucked-out to muster up the embarrassment he should be feeling. He just nods, head flopping limply against the couch cushion. He thinks he could probably fall asleep right there, without moving a muscle, and stay passed out for the next ten hours at least, but that wouldn’t be fair to Max.

Max is clearly in agreement. He doesn’t even give Daniel thirty seconds—let alone the full half-hour plus that he really needs before he can even think about fucking Max stupid like he wants to—before reaching down and starting to stroke Daniel’s slowly deflating cock back to life.

“It hurts,” Daniel tells him, but he doesn’t recoil from the touch.

Max quirks an eyebrow, a silent question. Daniel lets him keep going.

Daniel’s already well past the point of enjoying the aftershocks of his orgasm, the slightly too-much feeling of pleasure that he enjoys right after coming inside someone without a condom, the little shocks of oversensitivity that he can feel along his shaft and at the base of his spine.

This—Max coaxing the blood back down into his erection only seconds after coming so hard he’d nearly blacked out—doesn’t feel good at all, but Daniel grits his teeth and pushes through it, breathing in deeply and exhaling through his nose until he starts to feel his cock throbbing with a raw, achy sort of pleasure, the kind that he’s only ever experienced the one time he’d let an ex-girlfriend use her Hitachi wand on the underside of his dick.

This isn’t like that, though. Daniel isn’t worried about turning Max off with the hoarse sounds that rip themselves free of his throat when Max switches hands, holding Daniel’s cock with his left so he can rub against the tip with the index finger of his right.

Daniel forces himself to watch through half-open eyes as Max presses in hard with his finger against Daniel’s slit, where he’s already sore and sensitive. He wonders where Max even got the idea to do it, if he’d learned it from porn or heard it whispered about in the paddock—whether Max had ever tried it on himself, first.

“Keep going?” Max asks, glancing up at Daniel while continuing to work the tip of his finger into the tiny divot in Daniel’s cock.

For a brief second, Daniel misunderstands. A vision of Max stretching him open like that enters his mind, a slim finger working its way down the shaft of his cock, fucking him. And then Daniel’s coming again, before he can get out a single word in answer, before he can even consider the virtual impossibility of the image his mind has conjured, before he can even really think about how fucked up it is that he wants Max that badly, that he would let Max do anything to him—even hurt him.

Somehow the second orgasm lasts even longer than the first. Daniel can hardly breathe through it, the sensation in his chest only comparable to the G-force under braking that forces him to hold his breath until he completes the turn. When Daniel finally comes back to himself, he isn’t even really sure where he is anymore.

Max is still kneeling at his feet, his mouth open wide, lips shiny with come. He looks awed, reverential, almost religious as he stares down at the violet flush of Daniel’s spent cock in his hand. “Can you do it again?” he asks.

#summerofcum2023 #maxiel #f1 smut #my fic #f1 rpf

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pollenallergie · 1 year

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Hello!! Can I request for a Billy Knight smut please? One where he has struggled to show affection and now that he's getting better he wants to touch you all the time. You'd let him, and one day when you're out of the shower and watching TV he randomly says that he wants to explore every part of you and you happily oblige because you love him. Please and thank you

of course!! thank you so much for this request!! sorry it's taken me so long to reply to it, but, well... i may have gone a lil overboard with my response. oopsies. also, i took quite a few creative liberties with this one, but i hope you still like it!!! <3

thank you so, so much to @hahahafucku and @punk-in-docs for beta-reading this!!! you're the best!!! <3

CW: pretty much just fluffy smut and some swearing, female ejaculation (squirting), billy gives the reader a massage (idk if anyone would find that triggering, but i'll include it just in case), the reader's gender is not specified but they do have stereotypically-female anatomy (boobs and a vagina…. dw i don’t call them that in the fic).

Word Count: about 8.8k

18+ only!!

side note: this is my first time writing smut in a longggg time, so pls be gentle lol

The evening starts like any other. You’re huddled up on the sofa, still in your work clothes, watching a nature documentary, images of seal pups adorably paddling about in the arctic waters flashing on the telly. At the same time, your boyfriend, Billy, is in the other room, changing into comfy clothes, having just gotten out of the shower mere moments ago. You figure you should probably have a shower as well now that he’s done, but you find it hard to leave your cosy spot on the sofa. It’s one of those nights where departing from the warm, cushiony furniture seems to be the most challenging feat known to man.

Just as you’ve begun to summon the motivation to leave your comfy seat and fascinating documentary behind, your partner suddenly emerges from your shared bedroom wearing his favourite jumper and a pair of joggers. Billy wastes no time joining you on the sofa, immediately plopping down next to you and snuggling close. He curls his limbs round you like a vine as he clings to you and nuzzles his head into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. The feeling of his cold, wettish hair against your otherwise warm skin sends a shiver up your spine. Still, you can’t find it in yourself to complain, not when he’s so openly showering you with affection, something he struggled to do early on in your relationship.

“Hey, Kill Bill,” you say, fondly giggling at his antics. Billy snorts at the eccentric moniker.

“Hi, lovey,” he greets you in return.

“You alright?” You ask, amusement evident in your tone, as he clings onto you tightly and nuzzles into you, clearly needing to be impossibly closer to you.

“Missed you today,” he whines petulantly, pouting as if you haven’t been home for hours now. He even goes so far as to briefly remove his face from its hiding spot to flash you an adorable pout.

“I missed you too, handsome,” You admit, your tone tinted with amusement as you rake a hand through his soft, damp hair. The feeling of your fingers toying with his strands causes him to purr as he leans down to rest his head on your chest.

“How was work?” Billy asks as he idly toys with the buttons on your blouse, always needing something to do with his hands.

You heave out a massive, dramatic sigh, your chest deflating with the force of it, as you fix him with a pout of your own and pitifully reply, “Was absolutely exhausting, bub.”

“Yeah?” He asks, looking up at you with his big, brown doe eyes. Maybe your mind is playing tricks on you after such a long day, but you think you can spot a little hopeful gleam in his gaze.

“Yeah, my neck and shoulders are killing me from being hunched over at my desk all day,” you complain, shamelessly fishing for your boyfriend’s sympathetic affection.

He offers a mere hum of acknowledgment as he nudges the collar of your blouse to the side so that he can place a warm, chaste kiss on the spot where your neck slopes down into your shoulder. “Think I know what could help with that,” Billy confesses softly, his tone hushed but, surprisingly, not the least bit bashful.

“Yeah?” You ask, your breath catching in your throat as he trails kisses up towards your jaw, each kiss sloppier than the last. “What might that be?”

“Y’could let me touch you,” he huskily replies whilst continuing to smatter kisses across your flesh, “let me take care of you,” he adds finally, whispering the words into your ear before nuzzling his face back into the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

As incredibly enticing as that sounds, you’re a bit insecure about letting him pamper you in this state; still slightly sweaty from your walk home and completely knackered from a long day at work. You sigh and reluctantly tell him, “I can’t, babe, not right now. I’ve gotta shower.”

Billy, however, seems entirely undeterred, continuing to lavish your neck with passionate kisses as he hoarsely replies, “Y’smell alright to me,” he then loudly, and a bit dramatically, sniffs you, as if proving his point, which causes you to let out an amused huff.

Billy then pulls away to face you, fixing you with the softest, sweetest smile and the most adoring gaze you’ve ever seen. He places a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose and murmurs, “I’ll help you shower when we’re done. Please, let me make you feel good, baby. Want to touch every part of my pretty petal.”

The way he says that, with more than a hint of yearning, makes it seem like he intends to explore you, and the way his hands begin to roam your body seems to confirm your assumption. And, just like that, he’s won you over completely. You find yourself easily, willingly giving into your mutual desires once again. Though, you never really stood much of a chance at actually refusing him; you love and trust him too much to do anything but spoil him, especially since he has a habit of spoiling you too.

You rake your hands through his damp hair again, gently scratching his scalp in a way that never fails to make him melt, inadvertently encouraging his amorous, wandering touches whilst you blissfully sigh, “Promise?”

Billy pulls away from your neck and meets your gaze, smiling softly, and nods his head in confirmation. He then stands abruptly, catching you off guard, before holding his hands out and smiling warmly at you, “C’mon, petal. Let me take care of you.”

You look up at him with a playful pout and sigh, “I have to get up?”

He nods, his soft smile widening into an amused grin, before leaning down to kiss your cheek and whisper into your ear, “I’ll make it worth your while.” You feel a shiver up your spine at that honest promise and, not trusting your own voice, you opt for simply reaching out to gently grasp his outstretched hands with your own in response.

Mere moments later, you find yourself sprawled out on your bed, lying on your back, completely naked, with your head resting in your boyfriend’s lap. Whether it was out of solidarity or simply to tease you, Billy has stripped off his clothes as well, enabling you to feel his stiffening cock pressing against the back of your head. Though, he makes no move to relieve himself, simply content with massaging your scalp as he looks down at you lovingly.

“Close your eyes, darling,” he requests softly, as he moves his hands down to gently rub your temples, relieving the dull ache that’s formed there as a result of you unintentionally clenching your jaw throughout the workday. You sigh blissfully as you oblige, your eyes effortlessly fluttering shut. You feel your weight sink further into the plush mattress as Billy begins to massage your sore masseter muscles, relaxing you even further.

“Feels good, love?” He asks, his tone soft and sweet. You opt for simply nodding wordlessly, too blissed out to respond verbally, making him chuckle breathily.

Once your overworked cheek muscles have gone pliant and relaxed, Billy reaches for the massage oil, applying some to his hands. The massage oil took you by surprise when he first pulled it out of the top drawer in his nightstand, as you were previously unaware that he’d purchased it. The unbroken seal told you it was likely a recent purchase. The emboldened text reading ‘100% edible’ on the label revealed that his thoughts might not have been all that innocent when he bought it. Upon seeing the suggestive text, your mind began to conjure up lewd images of him licking the thin oil off various parts of your body, sending a rush of slick desire between your folds. That wetness now smears along the inside of your thighs as you clench them together, desperate for some relief.

The massage oil smells vaguely earthy in a way that only enhances your relaxation as he moves his hands down to gently work the muscles in your neck and shoulders, eliciting another sigh from you, this one bordering on a moan and making his cock twitch beneath you. It’s oddly comforting to know that your suffering is mutual, that he’s just as desperate for you as you are for him.

Although, he seems relatively content to prolong your shared suffering as he moves on from your loosened neck and shoulder muscles, reaching down to gently grasp your dominant hand in both of his as he begins massaging the strained muscles there. You sigh in a way that betrays your mounting frustration, causing him to emit another breathy chuckle.

“Be patient, petal,” he chides you gently, his tone a perfect mixture of amusement and fondness.

“You said you wanted to touch me,” you huff.

“I am touching you,” he softly replies whilst releasing one hand to massage the other. His response has you opening your eyes briefly to fix him with a half-hearted glare.

“Let me take my time with you, please,” he pleads, as if he’s not the one in control here.

“Alright,” you readily concede as he releases your other hand.

Billy then begins to massage your arms, with his nimble hands working the muscles in each of them, starting at your wrists and gradually working up to your shoulders. You sigh contentedly as he effortlessly moves his oil-slick hands down to your chest; however, your tone soon gains a slightly exasperated edge when he pauses to sweetly ask, “May I touch you here, love?”

You usually appreciate that Billy always takes the time to ask you for your permission, that he constantly checks in with you to make sure you’re alright. However, right now, your impatient and incessant yearning makes it hard not to get annoyed with his constant pausing.

“Billy, please,” you whine desperately, “you can touch me anywhere, everywhere; just please touch me.”

Billy gulps around the lump forming in his throat due to your beautiful begging and swiftly succumbs to your pleading, gently grasping and kneading your breasts, finally offering you some relief. You moan softly when he briefly pauses his ministrations to toy with the stiff peaks of your nipples. As if they have a mind of their own, your thighs relax and fall apart as your hips buck upwards, desperately seeking friction. The cool air hitting your slick-covered folds makes you shiver. The subtle movement only makes the sight before Billy more enticing for him. He can’t help but let out a guttural groan at the sight of you all spread out and desperate for him, your hips bucking up needily, exposing more of yourself to him. Your eyes flutter open once more at the sweet sound, and you look up to find him staring at your sex, transfixed by the way your wetness glimmers in the dim light of the lamps on your nightstands.

“Billy,” you call out softly. He looks down at you with wide eyes, his pupils blown out by lust, almost entirely overtaking his rich, chocolate-coloured irises. “Kiss me,” you plead, and, with urgency, he shifts slightly to a more comfortable position before leaning down to press his lips to yours. The kiss starts simple and sweet but soon devolves into something much more sloppy and desperate, with you both moaning into it softly. Despite getting readily swept up in the passion of the kiss, Billy doesn’t let it distract from his ultimate goal of making you feel good, continuing to knead the pliant fat of your tits all the while.

“Please,” you whisper in between kisses.

Although it’s only a single word, Billy knows precisely what you’re asking for and finds himself unable to deny you any further, not that he was ever really trying to in the first place. His hands slowly slip down your abdomen toward where you need his touch most. You shiver with delight as he rubs his hands down the length of your pussy before slowly dragging them back up, kneading the puffy lips that surround your folds and gently pushing them together, putting subtle, indirect pressure on your clit as he glides his hands upwards to your mound whilst maintaining his kneading strokes.

The whine you let out in response is purely sinful, and the sound of it has him yearning to completely give in to you. Billy can only content himself to massage your sex for so long before he becomes powerless to stop himself from giving you what you desire most. You both blissfully sigh as he runs the tips of his right hand’s two middle fingers up your slit, collecting the wetness there. Billy then spreads your slick around your clit as he uses those same fingertips to rub tight circles on your tumescent bud, finally providing you with the stimulation you’ve been craving ever since he began trailing kisses on your neck whilst the two of you were cuddled up on the sofa. The swirling pressure on your clit has your hips jerking as you briefly break the kiss to let out a wanton moan.

“Fuck, Billy,” you whimper needily as you roll your hips, grinding up into his gentle but firm touch.

“You’re so good to me, love,” he whines breathlessly. The statement itself is sort of paradoxical, given that he’s the one pleasuring you; however, in your current blissed-out state, you fail to note the irony.

As you roll and swivel your hips slowly, increasing the pressure on your clit, your pleasure suddenly increases tenfold when Billy begins using his free hand to lavish your tits with attention, alternating between kneading the fat and toying with the nipples of each one.

“Love you, Billy,” you moan softly as you shift your gaze to look up at him in awe, finding him already gazing down at you with a look of profound adoration, the perfect mixture of reverence and affection. In Billy’s eyes, you are — and always have been — as close to a deity as a person can get, your grace rivaling that of even the most revered saints, prophets, and shamans, the compassion you show him outweighing that of anyone he’s ever known, even on your worst days. However, at this moment, with the way you’re calling out to him and baring yourself so vulnerably, your divinity becomes even more evident than before. And, if the sparkle in your eyes is any indication, Billy suspects that his adoration is amply reciprocated; the mere idea of that has a rosy blush spreading across the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks.

“I love you too, baby, so much,” he softly replies whilst smoothing the hand that was previously teasing your breasts — his left hand — back down your torso, using the pads of his fingers to tease your folds once his hand reaches its desired destination. Meanwhile, the two middle fingers of his right hand pick up their pace, their pads swirling round your clit more swiftly than before. However, the pressure they’re applying to the engorged bud never wanes.

Your moans grow louder and higher in pitch, conveying your neediness. Billy knows you need more, and he’s more than happy to give it to you. He teases your entrance with the tips of his left hand’s fingers before easing the middle one inside, causing you to mewl wantonly as your hips lift off the bed, forcing his thick finger deeper inside your wet heat. You reach up and grip his thighs, sure to leave behind the indents of your nails as you desperately cling to him, though Billy doesn’t really mind. The sharp pain of your nails digging into his pale skin provides him with a much stronger sensation than the pressure of your head still resting gently on his stiffening cock, allowing him to focus on that more intense sensation rather than the heavenly one in his lap. Billy then eases his ring finger in as well, curling both fingers just slightly so he can reach that magical place inside you — that special spot that never fails to make you cry out in pleasure — whilst he begins to thrust his fingers. At first, Billy sets a slow pace, wanting to ease you into your release, but his carnal desire to see you completely unravel soon takes over, leading him to work up to a pace that matches how he rubs your clit; fast and hard.

Feeling the tips of his fingers stimulating your two most sensitive points, the internal and the external, has the coil in the pit of your belly wound tight, nearly ready to snap, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. You opt to show your appreciation by turning your head to the side to press warm, wet kisses to the inside of one of Billy’s thighs, making his breath hitch in turn.

“Love you so much, Billy. ‘M so close,” you babble mindlessly in between kisses.

“I know, baby. Can feel you squeezing me,” he moans softly, the sound bordering on a whine, as he leans forward to press sweet kisses to your forehead and cheeks, “doing so good, love. Just need you to let go, baby. Please? Need you to cum f’me, yeah?”

You can only manage to nod in response, no longer able to get the words out as your pleasure mounts to impossible heights. Your whole body thrums with pleasure, muscles spasming and legs shaking as your climax nears. The sounds you’re making are truly divine, so melodic and alluring that they have poor Billy nearing his own release. He’s moments away from cumming in your pretty hair just from the sounds you’re making and the gentle pressure of your head resting on his crotch. Wanting to make you cum before he does, he begins to fuck his fingers into you with increased fervour, all whilst trying desperately to refrain from grinding his stubborn, needy cock against the back of your head.

“Let go, petal. Cum for me,” Billy says, attempting to encourage you, though his voice can barely be heard over your loud, lewd moaning. His encouragement seems to work, nevertheless, as your back arches off the bed and the coil in your belly finally succumbs to the pressure and snaps, a rush of slick oozing out of your weeping hole when you cum. Billy works you through your orgasm deftly, prolonging your pleasure until you finally go limp, whimpering from overstimulation.

As you descend from what seem to be clouds, from how high you felt, Billy continues to pamper and take care of you. He eases out from under you, gently placing a pillow under your head to compensate for the absence of his lap before moving down to slot himself between your legs. Billy applies some more massage oil to his hands before carefully grabbing one of your legs — still shaking and twitching from your forceful release — and lifting it to rest on his shoulder. He then begins to skillfully massage the overworked muscles of your calf, still sore from your walk home hours ago. The sensation of him gently kneading the knots out of your muscles has you moaning softly, and Billy melts at the sound. He deftly eases his slick hands up to your thigh, massaging the muscles there until they go lax under his touch, then moving down to rub the achy sole of your foot. The moan you let out at the feeling of his thumbs gently but firmly digging into the arch of your foot is nothing short of sinful. It has Billy’s stubborn cock throbbing, yearning for friction, for release. However, he refuses to succumb to temptation, too determined to see this through, to completely and properly care for his overworked, fatigued darling. If you were in your right mind, you might admire Billy’s surprisingly strong willpower, but you’re too far gone to notice anything other than the feeling of his hands on your skin and the loving look in his eyes.

Gently, Billy returns your leg to its resting position, swapping it out for the other one so he can also knead the strained muscles there. Once again, he begins at your calf, easing the aches, before moving on to your quivering thigh muscles. Finally, he massages the sole of your other foot, firmly working out the knots there. Once your muscles have relaxed completely, he presses a chaste, warm kiss to both the arch of your foot and the spot underneath your ankle bone before gently setting your leg back down onto the mattress.

“You alright, love?” He asks softly as he leans forward to smatter kisses across your chest, occasionally pausing to lap at your oil-slicked breasts.

“Mhm,” you hum, “Yeah, ’m alright,” you reassure him with a blissful sigh whilst you reach down to toy with his slightly damp locks.

“Was that good?” He questions somewhat bashfully.

You hum your confirmation before responding verbally, “Was wonderful. You did so well, angel, made me feel so good.”

“Think you can roll over for me so I can get your back?” Billy inquires whilst pausing his ministrations to look up at you adoringly.

“Billy, you don’t have to,” you trail off, feeling slightly guilty about how much he’s doting on you.

“I know,” he replies simply as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, “Just want to.”

“You’re far too good to me, baby,” you sigh dreamily.

“Nah, ’m not. You deserve the whole world, dove. ‘M just giving you what I can,” he says sweetly whilst flashing you a kind smile that spreads a delightful warmth throughout your chest.

“Now quit stalling and roll over,” he says teasingly as he peers down at you with a faux annoyed glare.

You huff, feigning exasperation. As you heed his request, the swell of your bum inadvertently brushes against Billy’s stiff cock, causing him to reflexively buck his hips, chasing the heavenly friction. He groans out hoarsely as he wills his hips to still.

“That’s not fair,” he grumbles out gruffly as he shifts to straddle your hips, giving him ample access to the expanse of your back. You giggle at his pouty remark as you settle into your new position, your arms interlocked atop your pillow as you rest your head on them. Once you both have fully settled, Billy applies just a bit more massage oil to ensure his hands will easily glide along your skin. Then, he gets to work on massaging the sore muscles of your back. He starts with your neck and shoulders, alternating between kneading out the knots with the pads of his thumbs and his knuckles, depending on their severity. Billy then glides his hands down to your upper back, just past your shoulders, and begins to work out the kinks in the muscles there. If it weren’t for the feeling of his stubborn hard-on resting warmly on your bum and the way he subtly ruts into you occasionally, the experience would likely be purely wholesome. However, even with his attentive doting, his neediness bleeds through as much as your own, once again tainting the otherwise innocent endeavour with a hint of sensuality.

By the time he reaches the lowest point of your back, you’ve both begun to emit soft moans and blissful sighs, the sweet, melodic sounds serving as relaxing background music. Once he’s finally finished kneading your back muscles into submission, you’re confident that Billy will finally give in to temptation and fuck you. When he nudges your legs apart and shifts downward to slot between them, you’re sure your partner is right where you want him, unable to resist you any longer. However, Billy surprises you when, rather than lining his cock up with your entrance, he simply lays down between your legs, propping himself up on his elbows as he begins to massage the backs of your thighs. You look back at him over your shoulder quizzically, making him giggle and smile impishly.

“Told you I wanted to take my time with you, love,” he murmurs teasingly before leaning forward to trail kisses along the inside of your left thigh. Meanwhile, he glides his hands up to the plump fat of your arse. He starts kneading the flesh there, alternating between coasting his hands up, in an outward motion — spreading your round cheeks and exposing the most intimate parts of you to himself — and rubbing in a downwards motion, inadvertently pushing the globes of your arse back together as he squeezes the plush fat and sore muscles there. Billy would be entirely content to just lay there, watching in awe as the smooth skin of your rear, now shiny from the oil on his hands, submits to his firm touch. He’s always found it hard to pick his favourite part of you, given how wonderful every single part of you is. Still, if he was forced to choose, he’s sure his first instinct would be to choose your bum simply because of how voluptuous and lovely it is. It’s certainly not the plumpest he’s ever seen; the man did spend years looking at porn daily just to have something to do. Still, it’s his favourite, not just because it’s yours, though that certainly does sweeten the deal. It’s his favourite because of how beautiful it is, with its various dimples and stretch marks. He especially loves the lone freckle that resides on one of the plump globes, constantly calling out to him to place a kiss atop it. Once again, he finds himself powerless to refuse its call, leaning over with pursed lips to cover it in a warm smooch, making you giggle. Not to mention, the first time he had the pleasure of fucking you, he’d had to take you from behind due to the inconvenient location; a small guest bathroom in a mutual friend’s modest London flat. As a result, your arse has gained this sort of sentimental value in his eyes because whenever he sees it, it reminds him of the first time you’d met, the first time you’d had sex together, and, subsequently, the first time in all the twenty-six years of his life that his cock had felt the warm embrace of something other than his own hand.

You’re well aware of his quirky fondness for your behind. Honestly, it has you worried that perhaps he might neglect to give either of you any lasting relief tonight, instead opting to lavish your bum with an inordinate amount of attention. It sounds silly, sure, but you wouldn’t put it past him to do precisely that. Of course, he wouldn’t do it out of malicious intent; instead, Billy would simply get so caught up with the absolute treasure that is your bum that he’d completely forget anything and everything else he was doing.

Fortunately for you, however, Billy notices your anguish, fully aware of how your hips have begun to rut into the mattress, seeking relief in the form of friction, and decides to end your torment. So, he leans forward to lick a long strip across your slit, starting at your mound and ending at the tiny expanse of skin that separates your two holes, parting your folds with his tongue as he does so. The caress of his wet muscle has you reeling whilst you grip the pillow beneath you tightly and moan a wordless plea, begging for more. Ever the people pleaser, Billy happily obliges as he uses his hands to spread the globes of your arse apart, indirectly pulling your folds apart as well, diving in to lap eagerly at your sopping wet cunt. He starts off slow, lapping up your wetness gingerly, moaning as the heady flavour he loves so much dances across his taste buds.

“Taste so good, love,” he moans wantonly, the sound muffled by your flesh, “so warm and wet and sweet. Pussy’s so sweet f’me, baby.”

Billy’s babbling; he knows he is. Still, he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed, not when your scent and taste overwhelm his senses, making him dizzy with lust. Yearning for more of your flavour, he eases his tongue inside your entrance, thrusting it in deeply as he curls it to lap at your walls, his wet muscle fighting against the strength of your clenching hole. He lets out the most sinfully saccharine moan you’ve ever heard whilst he devours you.

“’S good, baby? Am I making you feel good?” Billy asks; he’s yearning for your approval, for your praise.

“God- fuck- Billy, you’re so good. Making me feel so good,” you mewl as you ride his tongue, your hips bucking of their own accord. Your salacious praise has him whimpering into your snatch; the knowledge that he is the one making you feel like this, that he’s the one pleasing you, causes a prideful heat to bloom in his chest, rise through his throat, and spread all across his head, dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears in a rosy pink colour.

He removes his tongue, easing it out of your hole and swiftly replacing it with one of his thick fingers before you can even begin to complain about your newfound emptiness. With his tongue now freed, he murmurs, “Want you to cum again, love. Need to make you cum like this before I fuck you,” before latching onto your clit and fervently suckling at the engorged nub, bringing you more pleasure than any one of those fancy, rose-shaped clitoral stimulators ever could. Billy’s bold words have you mewling and whining pathetically, but, much like him, you can’t find it in you to be embarrassed.

He adds another thick finger to your greedy hole, curling them both just slightly, just as you taught him to, and thrusting them deep. Unbeknownst to you, Billy’s become determined to make you unravel in a rare, special way; he wants you to soak him. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about your boyfriend over these past several months, it’s that he can be surprisingly tenacious when given the proper motivation. It just so happens that your ability to squirt, when given ample stimulation, is his new favourite motivator.

With his free hand, he grasps your hip, encouraging you to continue rutting against his face. “That’s it, petal, there you go,” he praises you between the flicks and strokes of his tongue on your clit, “grind on my face ’til you cum.”

His newfound confidence, along with the combined sensations of him lapping at your clit and fingering your cunt, has the coil in your belly again winding tight. Though, this time, it feels different in a way you can’t quite describe with words. Simply put, it feels more, more intense, more captivating, and undoubtedly more significant. You don’t often feel this all-consuming sensation, so it doesn’t take long to identify what it alludes to. Once you realise what’s happening, your eyes widen in shock, and your jaw drops to let out a moan so loud and lascivious that it nearly makes Billy cum all on its own. Luckily, he manages to stave off his premature release by rising to his knees, sitting on his haunches with his face still buried in your cunt as he lifts his hips off the mattress, robbing his needy cock of any friction.

“Billy, fuck, fuck,” you gasp and pant breathlessly whilst your legs shake, the meat of your thighs jiggling with the motion, providing Billy with a stunning view in his peripherals.

“Christ, Billy, please,” you whine as you look back at him over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his in a lustful gaze. “Can’t- gonna make a mess,” you whimper pathetically.

He groans lowly at your words and the implication behind them. You meant them more as a warning, urging your lover to ease up before you soil the sheets with your release. However, Billy takes them as more of a promise, an incentive to keep going.

“Make a mess of me, petal. Need you to soak me,” he encourages you, though his lilting tone makes it sound more like begging. Once again, you find yourself compelled to give in to Billy. How could you possibly deny the man you love something he desires so ardently?

You moan wantonly whilst clutching your pillow so tightly that the skin of your knuckles goes three shades lighter than usual. “So close, baby,” you promise him, “gonna cum for you. Just need more.”

You don’t specify what you need more of, yet Billy gets the point anyways. He latches onto your clit once more, swirling his tongue round it in tight circles as he sucks on it. Occasionally, his teeth scrape against your nub so gently that it only heightens your pleasure. However, the actual source of your unraveling comes in the form of him finally giving in to his innermost desires and gently nipping at your sensitive bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure, with a deliciously minimal hint of pain, coursing through you.

The profound sensation has a rush of fluid squirting out of your cunt, soaking the sheets beneath you as you practically scream out of pleasure. Meanwhile, Billy watches in awe whilst he works you through your powerful release. This is only the second time he’s made you squirt in the entire history of your relationship. The sight of it has a mixture of pride and wonderment swelling in his chest, especially since he didn’t need the aid of a toy to make it happen this time. He doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop ravishing your spasming sex, until you finally reach down and gently push him away, the constant stimulation becoming too much for you to bear.

You both pant feverishly, finally able to catch your breath in the stillness afforded by your brief refractory period. Billy massages the backs of your thighs, easing the tension there as he sits back on his haunches and looks down in awe at the mess he’s made of you and, consequently, of your bed.

“I love you,” He murmurs whilst leaning forward to trail warm kisses up your back, following the barely pronounced ridges of your spine.

“Love you too, Billygoat,” you slur out dopily, drunk on the pleasure he’s given you. Billy giggles, truly giggles, both at your silly nickname for him and at the blissed-out tone in which you utter it.

“D’you want to be done for the night? Or d’you think you can handle some more?” He asks you, sweetly checking in with you like he always does.

You look at him like he’s grown a second head and reply, “Are you joking? ‘Course, I want more.” Your bewildered tone has him giggling all over again. You can’t help but marvel at the way the slight pudge of his tummy adorably quivers as he laughs. There was a time when that little bit of chub didn’t exist, back when he wasn’t eating well, back when you’d first met him, and though you’d loved him all the same without it, you can’t help but prefer this new, fuller form of his. He looks healthy like this — well fed and cared for — and, in the most perverted-yet-still-somewhat-wholesome way possible, it drives you mad.

“Billy,” you softly call out to him, causing his giggles to wane.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Wanna try something I read about,” you confess somewhat shyly.

He leans over to kiss your cheek before nuzzling into the space between your shoulder blades. “What’s that, lovey?” He murmurs.

“Put a pillow under my pelvis? Please?” You ask in an adorably polite tone.

Billy grins impishly, knowing precisely what you’re after, having seen that trick in some of the pornos he used to watch. He wordlessly heeds your request, grabbing one of the plush pillows from his side of the bed, gently lifting your hips, and surprising you with such a casual display of strength as he slots the pillow under your pelvis, causing your hips to angle upwards just slightly.

Billy breathes a dreamy sigh at the sight of you, all spread out and waiting for him. In times like this, he can hardly believe you’re real, that you’re actually here with him, that you actually want him. However, the way you’re gazing at him right now, peering at him over your shoulder with a look of tender adoration, quickly assuages his doubts. You’re real, you truly are here with Billy, you love him just as much as he loves you, and you want this just as much as he does; all he has to do is take it, take you.

Billy smooths his palms along the soft flesh of your hips as he softly asks, “condom or no condom?”

It’s a reasonable question to ask. The two of you have only made love without a condom a couple of times before, once on his birthday, once on yours. Of course, both of you would like to forgo condoms indefinitely. However, you’ve been known to forget to take your pill occasionally. So, since neither of you really wants a kid right now, you two continue to use them regularly, just to be safe. But you’ve been exceedingly good lately, not forgetting to take your pill at all these last two months, and you can’t help but think you deserve a reward for all your effort.

“No condom. Wanna feel you, Billy,” you reply in a whiny, pleading tone that has Billy’s eyes rolling back. Who is he to refuse such a good, pretty little thing like yourself?

He gently rubs his tip along your slit, briefly bumping into your hypersensitive clit, causing you to mewl and squirm needily. Billy’s quick to oblige your wordless pleas, gently easing the head of his cock inside your entrance; it slides in almost effortlessly, thanks to your previous orgasms. The sigh Billy lets out as he slowly slides into you, feeling your warm, wet walls welcome him in, is shaky and breathless. He smooths an oil-slicked hand up the length of your spine as he gradually bottoms out, leisurely giving you inch-by-inch of his shaft as if he’s simply content to continue taking his precious time with you.

Really, though, Billy’s fighting the urge to fill you up all at once with one quick snap of his hips; to take what he needs from you. The muscles of hips and thighs twitch as he restrains himself, using every ounce of willpower to keep himself from fucking you brutishly, pile-driving you into the mattress. He wants to take things slow, needs to take things slow, or else this will all be over far too soon, and all that build-up will amount to minimal payoff. Billy can’t have that; he refuses to give you anything less than his best. This is his opportunity to take care of you, to provide you with what you need, and he won’t take it for granted, not after all you’ve done to care for him.

When Billy finally bottoms out inside your slick, still-spasming cunt, the two of you let out synchronous moans, both so high-pitched and needy that they could almost be considered whimpers. The feeling of your pulsing, silky walls gripping him so tightly is nearly enough to send him over the edge. So, to make this last, Billy has to hold himself back once again; he has to give himself time to acclimate to the overwhelming feeling. He leans forward, his chest presses against your back, whilst he presses warm, sloppy kisses to every part of you that lies within his reach: your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, all of it. Meanwhile, he murmurs soft, sweet praises to you.

“Feels good, love. You always feel so good.”

“God, I can - fuck - I can feel you, feel your pussy fluttering round my cock.”

“You look so beautiful, baby. My pretty petal always looks so lovely f’me.”

Each one has you whimpering softly, has butterflies fluttering in your tummy, and has your walls clenching around him greedily. Billy’s only digging his own grave, making you grip him like that. It’s nearly enough to make him cum, but, fuck, he can’t stop; you deserve to know how good you are and to be worshipped like this.

“Billy, please,” you mewl desperately, rocking your hips slightly to encourage him to move.

“I know, baby,” he coos reassuringly, his thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek whilst he rests his forehead gently against your temple. “I’ve got you, love,” Billy promises as he slowly begins to roll his hips, thrusting his cock inside your wet heat, “‘M gonna make it so good for you, petal, I promise.”

“’S already good, angel, ’s already so good,” you mewl, equal parts desire and reassurance.

The feeling of his shaft dragging along your walls with each thrust, of his tip hitting that spongy spot inside you that makes your toes curl, of his heavy balls colliding with your tumescent, tingling clit, is enough to send you into overdrive. Yet it’s still, somehow, not enough; you need more.

“Billy,” you whine pathetically whilst looking back at him with an adorable pout, the kind that you know he can’t resist. As always, the petulant expression has him caving instantly as he leans forward, capturing your lips with his own in a passionate kiss; however, it’s a bit sloppy due to the awkward angle.

“What d’you need from me, love?” Billy murmurs against your lips, his soft, low tone making you melt.

“Need you to fuck me harder, Billy,” you plead pitifully.

Whatever Billy was expecting you to say, it certainly wasn’t that. Your boldness catches him off guard, has him throwing his head back with a loud, lewd moan. As much as he wants to take things slow, to memorize the feeling of your walls gripping him whilst he makes love to you, he’s powerless to deny you. You’ve bewitched him, beguiled him to the point where he’ll give you anything, do anything for you; all you need to do is ask. You have Billy wrapped around your finger; he’s utterly devoted to you and irrevocably yours. He even tells you as much as he pulls away, sitting up on his knees and firmly grasping your hips, pulling you back on his cock as he begins to pound into you just the way you want him to.

“Love you so much. God- fuck- I love you so much, petal,” he rasps.

The force of his thrusts swiftly turns those melodic, lilting moans you love so much into the deep, somewhat raspy grunts that never fail to drive you mad. The sound of skin slapping against skin as his pelvis repeatedly collides with the globes of your arse fills the room, along with the wet, smacking noises made by his cock driving into your slick heat and the dull thump of your headboard hitting the wall. It’s a chorus of sweet, blissful depravity that only increases Billy’s newfound fervour.

“Fuck, baby,” Billy groans deeply whilst reaching round one of your hips to play with your sensitive little bud, swirling the tips of his fingers on it in tight, fast circles, “Wanna live inside this pretty little pussy. ’S always so warm ‘n wet for me.”

You simply mewl in response, too far gone, too fucked out to form any coherent response. Billy’s usually vocal in bed, unable to stifle his loud moans and whines, but he’s rarely so brazenly talkative. He’s usually more unsure, constantly checking in and making sure he’s doing a good job. So, it’s always a treat when he gets like this; confident, daring, and maybe even a little cocky.

When you look back at him over your shoulder, you spot his tongue curled up against his upper lip, a telltale sign of the effort he’s putting into fucking you hard. Were it anyone else, you might giggle at the way their tongue can’t seem to stay in their mouth, but with him, coupled with the sweaty glaze he’s coated in and the way his muscles flex as he drives his cock into you, it seems to only add to the appeal. Billy’s brutish grunts fill the room as he fucks you, and you find that you love the uncharacteristically deep, raspy sounds emitting from him just as much as his dulcet moans.

“God, Billy,” you mewl pitifully.

“’S good? You like it when I fuck you hard, petal?” Billy asks as he leans forward to press a sloppy kiss to your shoulder.

Your mouth falls open with a loud, lascivious moan as you nod meekly. At the same time, your legs begin to shake as the coil in your stomach winds tightly for the last time tonight; your climax approaching swiftly. Billy can tell, can feel how close you are in the way your tight heat clenches around him, like your walls are trying to milk his cock. Your pussy has his thick cock locked in a vice grip, one that he has to fight against the force of as he continues to pump into you, and the feeling of it sends him hurtling toward his own peak.

“‘M so close, dove,” Billy warns you, his grunts morphing back into his desperate, lilting moans as his pleasure mounts.

He leans forward to lavish your neck with kisses, moaning wantonly in your ear whilst continuing to fuck you like his life depends on it; like the only thing he needs in this world is to feel your greedy sex pulsing around his cock.

“You gonna cum with me, baby? Need you to cum with me, love,” Billy pleads, fucking into you fervently as he groans lowly.

You whimper as you look back at him and nod. He offers you a soft, encouraging smile that doesn’t quite match the lechery of this moment but warms your heart all the same. The warmth blooming in your chest seems to grow more prominent when Billy presses a tender kiss to your shoulder and another to the crown of your head.

“Doing so good f’me, love. Taking my cock so well. ’S like it was made f’you, made to fill your- fuck- your sweet pussy,” Billy praises you in between his wanton moaning.

“It was,” you whimper pathetically, “it’s mine. ’S just for me.”

Your possessiveness never fails to make Billy melt. However, it is a bit unnecessary; Billy’s been yours, solely yours, ever since you first spoke to him. You’d found him cowering in a corner at a mutual friend’s party, the same one he’d fucked you at later on in the night, and made it your mission to get him to open up to you, to get him to have some fun. If the nearly ten months you’ve been together are anything to show for it, your unspoken mission was obviously a smashing success.

“That's right, baby. ’S just for you, only for you,” he cuts himself off with a needy groan, “It’s yours, love. I’m yours.”

“I love you, Billy,” you moan weakly. It’s the only warning you give before you cum, the coil in your belly finally snapping as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you, making your muscles twitch whilst a loud, lewd wail of pleasure tumble past your parted lips. The incessant clenching of your walls has the fluids of your release gushing forcefully out of your sex, coating you and Billy’s thighs in a warm, glossy sheen. That same clenching of your sex is also what leads to his own unraveling.

Billy’s head rests between your shoulder blades whilst he lets out a series of wet moans and pornographic whimpers, his orgasm hitting him abruptly and intensely. His hips stutter as he pumps his throbbing cock inside you, shooting rope after rope of cum into your fluttering cunt; however, they finally still when the sensation becomes too much for him. Billy collapses on top of you, careful not to put too much weight on you, as he lets your spasming walls milk him dry, painting them with the last of his release as he fills you to the brim.

The two of you remain like that, still tangled up in each other and unmoving, whilst coming down from your mutual highs, both of you fighting to catch your breaths. It isn’t until Billy begins smattering needy kisses along your neck and shoulders that you start to stir, wanting to roll over so you can kiss his handsome face. He takes the hint, removing the pillow from under your pelvis and easing his softening cock out of your cunt. The sudden movement makes you both hiss, each far too sensitive for such stimulation, but it’s over soon. Of course, even with your hypersensitivity, you whine at the loss of Billy’s cock, missing the feeling of fullness that only he can provide. Your petulance makes Billy chuckle whilst he helps you roll over, knowing you’re too worn out to manage that feat on your own.

You sigh blissfully once you’re face-to-face with Billy again. His beautiful brown eyes, not unlike those of a young calf, gaze down at you adoringly, making you beam up at him happily.

“Hi, handsome,” you greet him softly as you reach up to run your fingers through his light brown hair, still tinted with strawberry blonde highlights from the summer sun, though it’s been months since anyone around here saw that flighty sun.

Billy giggles at your hazy silliness whilst he replies, “Hi, petal.”

“Kiss me?” You ask simply, your tone soft and sugary sweet.

“I’d be honoured,” he murmurs teasingly before leaning down to capture your lips in a languid embrace. The kiss is so tender and saccharine that you both moan softly into it. You part your lips for Billy, letting him deepen the kiss as you wrap your arms and legs round him, encouraging him to fully rest his weight on you. He’s like your own personal weighted blanket. Interestingly, you’d previously never really understood the appeal of weighted blankets, believing them to be suffocating and restrictive, at least not until you cuddled with Billy for the first time and realized how delightful it can be to have such a warm, soft weight pressing against you, holding you down and keeping you safe from the outside world.

Unfortunately, the feeling of the soaked sheets clinging to your skin soon pulls you out of your blissful state. You groan as you reluctantly break away from Billy’s kiss.

“We gotta get up and change these sheets, Billygoat; feels icky,” you inform him with your face pulled into a tight grimace, clearly conveying your discomfort.

“Yeah,” Billy groans in agreement as he pulls away from you, rising up to sit back on his haunches as he peers down at you with a wry smile.

“We’ve gotta get you in the shower, too,” he reminds you whilst he climbs out of bed, coming to stand on his slightly unsteady legs. He then turns to face the bed again, looking down at you.

“I lied to you earlier,” Billy says, continuing his previous line of thought, “You reek, babe.”

The gasp you let out in response to his remark is wholly indignant, aptly conveying your faux offense as you launch a stray pillow at him. It thwacks Billy in the chest, making him drop his deadpan façade as he bursts into giggles.

You climb out of bed on your own shaky legs as you playfully threaten, “You’re gonna be so sorry for that, Billy Knight!”

“Dove, I was kidding!” Billy shrieks giddily whilst making a break for it, running out of the room with you not far behind him, still giggling as he attempts to evade whatever playful punishment you have in store for him. He manages to put some distance between the two of you when he wisely fakes you out, making it look like he’s going to turn into the bathroom before running off in the opposite direction, towards the kitchen.

“You’re lucky I love you, Billiam!” You huff out, doing your best to stifle your own giggles. Billy’s laughing increases tenfold at the sound of the odd little nickname you’ve given him.

Billy’s giggles subside as he suddenly pokes his head round the corner and into the hall, fixing you with a genuinely fond smile, catching you off guard.

You halt in place as Billy softly says, “I love you too, petal.”

God, he is unreasonably adorable.

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Goldie

summary - The three times Slider understood the significance of your favorite stuffed animal.

warnings - language, brief panic attack, minor negative self talk

word count - 2.4k

so... it appears I will not stop posting tonight. this is the result of getting a rebel from Dutch Bros ig

follow the adventures of Slider and Cherry in Cherry Bomb!

Slider had always joked about your childhood stuffed animal, a golden retriever eloquently named Goldie, and the way he always sat in the middle of your bed. And the teasing only intensified when he realized that he wasn’t even allowed to touch Goldie—the way you would snatch him out of your boyfriend’s lap any time he tried an obvious reminder. Everyone, not just Slider, thought your territorial attachment to Goldie was a little silly and, honestly, you couldn’t really fault them for it. You never explained the importance of your childhood friend to them, so how could they know?

You’d taken Goldie everywhere with you when you were younger; he was a tapestry of your childhood. He was your dad, a stain of coffee on his paw from when your dad had knocked over his mug and you weren’t able to snatch him off the table fast enough. He was your mom, you’d come crying to her after you noticed that some of the paint on his nose had chipped. She’d grabbed her favorite nail polish, layering on the lacquer until his nose looked good as new. The first time your brother had watched 101 Dalmatians for the first time, he thought dalmatians were much cooler than golden retrievers and drew thick black polka dots on the side of Goldie’s stomach. You swear his left ear smells like your grandmother’s perfume and your granddad had been the one to get him for you in the first place.

Goldie was a collection of everyone you ever loved.

You didn’t expect things like your grandmother’s perfume or your dad’s coffee stain to matter to your friends and you were worried that, if they held him and didn’t cherish them, those things would go away. So they tease you a little and you let them because you’ve never expected them to care for Goldie the way you do. That is until you entered your apartment and the floppy stuffed animal wasn’t waiting for you on your bed.

“Hello?”

Though your phone is pressed tightly to your ear, Slider’s voice sounds like it’s underwater. You’re gulping in air, tears pricking at your waterline as you survey the room again. Your bed has been ripped apart, more of it on the floor than your mattress, and you feel that you’re three seconds away from dismantling the bed frame.

“Cherry?” Slider tries again, and you can hardly notice the way his voice drops slightly with worry, more focused on your own panic.

“He’s not here,” you kick aside one of your pillows, dropping to your knees to look under your bed again.

“Who’s not— Cherry, what’s going on?”

“I can’t find him,” you run a strained hand through your hair. “I came back and he wasn’t on the bed.”

By now, you’ve practically given up on breathing, the tears falling in heavy drops as your diaphragm expands and deflates in shallow, jerky movements.

“Fuck, okay,” his voice is heavy with understanding and there’s a slight shuffling on the other end. “Practice just ended, just give me a couple minutes. But you need to breathe, okay? I need you to keep breathing until I get home.”

It isn’t until he points it out that you realize how your body is racking with sobs, every intake of breath feeling almost painful. You feel slightly embarrassed about your reaction, but the way it piled on top of the paper you failed this morning and the very little sleep you’d gotten last night meant that you’re too stressed out to care.

“Okay, I’m leaving now, just—” Slider’s panic is starting to match your own, a soft curse leaving his lips as you hear him drop his stick. “Just, please don’t pass out.”

He says goodbye, though you’re hardly listening, and the line goes dead. You survey the room once more, but your attempt ends quickly when your discarded blanket wraps around your foot. Barreling to the ground seems to be the last straw for you, the tears falling faster and the hopelessness of the situation weighing heavy on your chest.

You can practically picture Slider sprinting across campus, fumbling with his hockey gear, as he tries to reach his truck. The thought makes you feel even worse. You can tell you’re spiraling so you get up as quickly as you can, busying yourself again with trying to find Goldie.

You’re still looking for your stuffed companion as a frantic jiggling of your front door alerts you that your boyfriend is about to make his rushed appearance. Sure enough, a couple seconds later, Slider is flinging himself into your room. The panic on his face subdues when he realizes that you aren’t unconscious, but it morphs into heartbreak at the tears that are continuing to stream down your cheeks.

“Hey, cherry.” His voice is soft as his attention is caught by the mess of your room.

“Slider—” Your body forcing a hiccuped breath interrupts your sentence. “He’s not here. I lost him.”

“Okay, um,” he runs a hand through his hair, spinning on his feet as he looks around. “Where did you last see him?”

“I don’t know!” Another sob leaves your lips. “He was right there and now he’s not, and this room is so small and I can’t find him, and—”

“Hey, hey,” Slider rushes back over to you, placing soothing hands on your biceps. “Remember what I said? Breathe, baby. He has to be here, you know he didn’t run away. We’ll find him.”

You nod, as halfhearted as it is, letting Slider sit you on the bed as he continues to look for your stuffed animal. Wiping at your cheeks harshly, you lean down to pick up the bedding that you discarded, tossing it next to you onto the mattress. At this point, you’ve given up on finding your stuffed animal, the only thing running through your head being the memories that you feel you are never going to get back because of this fact. Which is really only giving you another reason to cry.

“Look!” Slider turns around in relief, the familiar stuffed animal in his hand. “Here he is! He just ended up in the laundry basket.”

Both you and Slider had assumed that, once you found Goldie, it should be enough to calm you down from the whole ordeal. But something about the way your boyfriend is standing in front of you holding a stuffed golden retriever in his right hand makes you cry even harder. Eyes widening in surprise, Slider rushes back to you, setting Goldie on your bed so that both his hands are free. He runs reassuring fingers along your arms, barely understanding the apologies you’re letting out between sobs.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” The pads of his thumbs brush away the tears staining your cheeks before he pulls you into his chest. “You’re okay. We found him, yeah? You’re alright, cherry.”

It takes a couple minutes for your tears to subside, only the sound of your sniffles filling the room as Slider keeps his arms wrapped around you. Finally you pull away—but barely—grabbing Goldie from your bed and examining him for any significant damage. When you find none, you finally feel yourself relaxing.

“What’s so—” Slider cuts himself off, looking at you nervously. “Why’s this so important to you?”

You can tell he’s hesitant with his words, not wanting to further upset you. But, he did come straight home after a long practice, find your childhood friend, and hasn’t even teased you once about the fact that losing a stuffed animal almost made you pass out. If anyone’s worthy of an explanation, it’s him. And so, as you both lay on your bed, your head propped on his chest, you explain to him Goldie’s big, black polka dots and his ear that smells like your grandmother’s perfume.

“Hey, Sli” you give your boyfriend a small smile as he enters your bedroom, dropping his gear by the door.

Your words do little to comfort him, a mournful expression still on his face as he sits on your bed. You expected as much, the team’s loss had been a painful one, especially for Slider. He ended up missing a very influential goal and the team didn’t get very many chances after that. You don’t blame him for it—and you know his teammates don’t either—but that does little to lift his mood.

Sitting up as he moves to sit on your shared bed, you try to think of things to distract him. “Have you eaten anything—”

“The net was practically empty,” Slider shakes his head in frustration. “And I missed it.”

You bite your lip as Slider lies back, running his hands roughly over his face. You never really know what to do when he gets like this. Comforting him did little to help and you learned quickly that tough love wasn’t the best route either—it wasn’t even something you were capable of. Moving closer to him, you brush his hair out of his face, keeping quiet as he stares up at the ceiling.

“I suck.”

“You don’t suck, it was one game,” you tell him softly. “One game doesn’t determine how talented you are.”

He turns his head to give you a look. “Well, it should have been an easy game, so it kinda does.”

You let out a sigh. Slider was upset and exhausted, you know his snippy attitude has nothing to do with you. But it’s hard to see him like this and not be able to do anything. Giving his hand a small squeeze, you get up from the bed. He hardly acknowledges it, lost in thought again.

“I’m gonna grab one of those vitamin waters you like from the fridge, okay?”

As expected, Slider doesn’t answer you. You watch him for a moment, sprawled out on your bed, brows furrowed in frustration. It almost reminds you of when you get too stressed with classes, when everything’s piling up on top of you and nothing you do is enough. You know what you do to feel better, but you doubt it would help Slider. But maybe the gesture would be enough? Without a word, you place Goldie on his chest, leaving before your boyfriend can say anything.

Your socks pad softly against the hardwood floor, your mind wandering. You honestly don’t think that your childhood stuffed animal will do much to help Slider’s mood. But you hope that just the thought that you trusted him enough would, at the very least, give him something else to focus on. You’re more surprised by your own reaction than anything. Even the idea of leaving someone else alone with your stuffed animal security blanket usually fills you with nerves, but right now you’re more focused on your boyfriend, Goldie’s safety the furthest thing from your mind.

It doesn’t take long for you to get Slider’s drink, the chilled bottle in hand as you make your way back to your bedroom. Like most nights when his games doesn’t go well, you assume he’ll stay in your room for a bit before heading out and spending the night alone. Space was usually the main thing he needed and while you don’t particularly like it, you can understand it.

With a soft knock to alert Slider of your return, you opened the door. The sight before you has you stopping short in the doorway, a small smile lighting up your face. Slider’s asleep on your bed, having maneuvered himself onto his side when you left, chest rising and falling slowly. While that in and of itself is sweet enough, it’s his arm thrown over a familiar golden retriever, the stuffed dog cuddled close to his chest, that has you melting. Setting down his drink, you pulled the blanket over his sleeping body, kissing the top of his head fondly.

You really didn’t thought much of it when you found a bracelet Slider had given you hiding in your desk drawer. It was a thoughtful gift, a simple chain of silver you had been excited to wear. But he got confused by the sizing chart and the bracelet was much too large to not fall off your wrist. After that, you didn’t really have a purpose for it, tucking it away so you wouldn’t lose the expensive piece.

And so you really didn’t think that much when the bracelet ended up clasped around Goldie’s neck.

“What’s this?” Slider runs the chain between his fingers as he sits stretched out on your bed.

It’s a common position for him to be in, laying on your bed and fiddling with the stuffed dog on his chest. It’s now your turn to tease him for his attachment to the golden retriever as it’s become a habit for him to seek out the dog after a rough practice or stressful day. You once joked that he loved the stuffed animal more than you, but he was quick to sit you down and, with a serious tone, pointed out everything about Goldie that reminded him of you. After that, you can’t find it anything but sweet.

“It’s that enormous bracelet you got me,” you laugh lightly.

“It’s— Huh?” You swivel in your chair at his confusion, his eyes darting between you and the bracelet.

“You got it a few months ago, remember?” You elaborate, trying to think of more details to spark his memory.

“No, I remember,” he clarifies. “It’s just— You said he was important to you because he reminds you of the people you love.”

“Yeah?” You nod, giving him a weird look.

“But I got you this bracelet, cherry.”

“Slider,” you get up from your desk, moving to sit by his feet. “You know I love you, silly.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think—” Slider looks down at the bracelet with a small shake of his head. “I love you, you know that? A whole lot.”

And in the same way you thought people would never understand what Goldie meant to you, Slider knows that no one will ever understand just what this bracelet around his neck means to him. How it means that, somewhere along the way, he got lucky enough to be loved by you. And somehow it took some old stuffed animal for him to truly realize that—not that he would trade it for the world.

“I love you too,” you smile sweetly. “A whole lot.”

But Slider already knows that.

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@absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 Prompts

day 15: Boot Worship, Spanking/Flogging/Whipping/Caning, Lactation/Breastfeeding

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| PAIRING(s): Joel x fem!reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 1.6k | CONTENT: bratty sub typa dynamic, cleaning kink, foot fetish, light boot worship, degradation, two horny simps at the end of the day | SYNOPSIS: Joel wont give you what you want, and you can't help yourself from mouthing off about it. He reminds you that sometimes we don't always get what we want.

“No,” Joel answers plainly.

Your eyes snap up to his face. “But, Joel, I won’t eve–”

“Damn right you won’t ‘cause I’m tellin’ you NO,” he snips.

You pout for a moment as your entire mood deflates. It wasn’t fair. He was teasing you, you just knew it, and it wasn’t FAIR.

“Been spoilin’ you too much. Got you confused about who runs this show,” he chides with narrowed eyes.

You bite the inside of your cheek from running off at the mouth and getting yourself into more trouble. You petulantly flick at the laces of his work boots and glare at the knot in the center that’s keeping you from what you want.

“You really such a slut for my fuckin’ feet that you’re gonna sit there ‘n pout about it?” he baits. “Sittin’ on the fuckin’ floor tryna get my goddamn boots off so you can fuckin’ suck my toes ‘n shit? Sometimes you really lower the bar yourself, honey.”

He snorts, derisive and mocking. You hide the rub of your thighs together at his condescending tone.

As if he didn’t love how desperate you were for him, so obsessed with everything about him that no part of his body lacked the capacity to get you worked up.

As if he wasn’t delighted to figure out you had a thing for his feet before you’d even registered it.

As if he didn’t constantly mock you for it all the while bringing it up as often as possible.

As if he didn’t get turned on watching you writhe all over the floor while you touched yourself and slobbered all over his toes as you shoved them into your mouth and sucked.

“You’re being mean,” you mumble at the floor.

He tuts and lifts your chin to look at him. “If you weren’t such a desperate slut, I wouldn’t be so mean.” He grins down at you, nasty with the hint of a challenge.

You huff and stand up, not considering the sensible option to just take it in stride. “FINE,” you snap. “I’ll just go be fucking desperate and pathetic by myself then if you’re going to hold out on me like a fucking prude.”

The moment you said it, you knew you’d gone too far. You knew you’d be paying a heavy price for that one. A swell of anxious arousal pools between your thighs.

“Prude, huh?” he laughs, a dangerous lilt to it. “Alright, I want you stripped and on all fours by the time I get upstairs.”

He glowers at the giddy smirk you unsuccessfully hide. You turn and spin on your heel and bound up the stairs. You swear you hear him laugh something light and a little annoyed. You yank away your clothing in a rush and practically slam onto the floor. You wait for what feels like forever until Joel finally slowly ascends the stairs. Each creak of the steps builds want and anticipation in you. Your mind runs wild with all the possibilities of repercussions for making such a bold statement – a mistruth – about Joel’s sexual inclinations.

Your face drops when you see from the top of your eye line that he still has those goddamn work boots on. Your gaze flickers up to his, already waiting with an insulting smirk. “Bathroom.” It’s the only command you get, so you scramble into the ensuite and wait again. Joel follows behind you, slow and lazy as if he has all the time in the world.

He drops to the tub siding and lets his knees bow out. “Take ‘em off.”

You aren’t sure what exactly he is expecting you to remove with such a vague statement, but the answer materializes when he wiggles a boot back and forth.

“Let’s go.”

You take care to unknot each lace. You take even more care to conceal your excitement at finally getting to what you want. Except when you go to peel off his socks—

“Nuh uh. I got those. You just worry ‘bout those boots.”

Your mind is screaming and cursing as you watch him remove his own socks, the soft arches of his feet resting just above the cool tile. They’re so strong and sturdy, a foundation to the man you call yours. You want to worship him from the bottom and work your way up, adoring and lavishing praise on each and every inch of his body.

Joel clears his throat and draws your attention back up. His expression is softer, like he knows where your mind ran off to. A heat graces your cheeks, but you don’t have long to consider it when he motions for you to drop his boots in the tub. “Go on now. You know where I keep my cleanin’ stuff.”

You shiver at the cold air of the bathroom nipping at your bare body as you shuffle through the cabinet under the sink. You remove the small container of simple cleaner Joel uses every once in a while when he gets something really nasty on his boots like bits of Infected slapping down after a headshot or heavy sap from a tree or decades old who knows what in the possible patrol posts on survey expeditions. You sink down to your knees in front of the tub and get to work.

“Wanna get ‘em nice and clean for what I got planned, so I suggest you do a good job.”

You make sure to brush away every crevice and notch, going back to some places more than once to ensure it would be up to Joel’s standards. “I’m done,” you say softly, not quite meeting his eye.

He makes a contemplative noise and leans over your knelt form, hands braced on either side of you against the tub, and scans over the shoes. “Alright. Not too bad. Bring ‘em out and towel ‘em off. Meet me at the end of the bed with ‘em when you’re done.”

You hurry to finish the next task, eager to know what was next and if there was any chance you’d be able to maybe just touch his foot for a moment. His mocking tone was already sounding off in your mind, making heat gather between your thighs. You carefully handle the pair of cleaned boots and offer them to him.

Your breath catches when you see him already stroking himself, hard and fat in his fist. “C’mere.” He motions to the floor between his spread legs. “Get you a front row seat, baby.”

You settle where he’d indicated he wanted you and stare with a watery mouth at all his glory just out of reach. “Like what you see?” Your eyes flash up to meet his. You nod meekly. His soft smile turns into something nastier. “Well, that makes one of us.”

“Joel, I’m sorry I sai–”

He holds up the hand he isn’t working himself with. “Quiet.”

You pin your lips together and shoot him a pitiful, remorseful look. Wasn’t anybody allowed to have a bad day anymore? Couldn’t he just write it off, just this once?

“I ain’t happy when you’re so fuckin’ bold to be sayin’ shit like what you did downstairs.” He pauses to shove two fingers into your mouth. You open as wide as he needs you to. “That’s more like it,” he mutters under his breath.

You absentmindedly suck on his fingers, eyes glued to where he works himself faster and firmer.

“You want this cock, huh?” he taunts.

You nod emphatically, hoping and wishing he takes pity on your lack of judgment from earlier.

“Too fuckin’ bad,” he snaps. You openly pout at his acidic demeanor. “And you’d better straighten up that fuckin’ attitude real quick if you wanna get any damn thing tonight.”

You renew your effort of sucking on his fingers and hold eye contact. He seems appeased with the turnaround and groans. “Yeah, there you go. Could be usin’ your mouth for somethin’ useful instead’uh runnin’ it like you wanna do all the damn time.”

You can’t hide the impish smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth, and Joel can’t do much to hide his own playfully annoyed smirk.

“You lay down right next to those shiny boots, baby,” he grunts, sounding closer than ever to release.

You scurry down beside the boots and watch as Joel lathers his cock in the slimy spit he’d fingered from the back of your throat. His hand moves with an easy slip now, and you watch mesmerized as he grips himself with sharp focus. He crouches onto his knees, panting heavy with his cock just above your head and the boots. With a loud groan he empties himself all over your face and the freshly cleaned shoes. You have half a mind to open your mouth as wide as it’ll go.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he groans. “Fuckin’ thirsty slut.”

He finishes after what feels like forever, and you can only imagine how much more of his spend would’ve been all over your face and chest and hair if you hadn’t caught it in your waiting mouth. You glance over at the boots. They’re completely wrecked, spurts of cum dripping from some of the laces and onto the leather.

“Gimme your mouth,” he grunts, cupping the back of your head with his large palm. You open immediately, moaning at the heavy taste of him on your tongue. “Clean me up, baby. Clean this cock, and then you’re gonna lick those fuckin’ boots clean.”

You whimper.

“Get ‘em real good and clean, because once you’re done you’re gonna ride ‘em and cum as many times as I tell you to.”

You know better than to rush. It was going to be a long night.

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tiza0925 · 10 months

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training camp

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Seijoh!Hinata, Underage, Established Relationship, NSFW, Sexual Explicit Content, Blowjob, Handjob, Teasing, Semi-public sex, Literal Sleeping Together

Pairing: Oikawa x Hinata

He doesn’t know why—maybe some part of him is still shy because Oikawa is older and more experienced and hell, they were rivals at one point—or it could be because there are other people in the room— But Hinata swears he can feel his heartbeat in his ears when he places one palm against Oikawa’s chest, and wets his lips. “I…might have a few ideas in mind…” “On?” Oikawa asks in that lazy voice, still occupied with trailing his lips over Hinata’s jaw, finding comfort in the contact. “…How to help you relax.” Hinata hears an interested hum in return—he could feel it roll against his skin—and Oikawa smiles against Hinata’s jaw. “I’m curious now.” Or: a fic where Hinata gives Oikawa a hand & blow job under the covers while in a room with a few other people at night

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Transferring to Aoba Johsai wasn’t all too bad, contrary to what Hinata initially assumed it would be.

Hinata got to be part of a great volleyball team, learn valuable skills to improve himself, make even more friends and—

“Tooru?” Hinata’s voice is so low, barely a whisper, as he looks up to the sleeping brunet that’s just inches away from him.

—And he ended up becoming close to the one guy that Hinata, once upon a time, was too scared to even approach without trying to hide behind his former teammate, Tanaka.

Hinata hears a small hum from Oikawa, but the man’s eyes are still closed, his breathing short of calm and a little ragged, and Hinata swallows before he speaks again. “…Are you okay?”

Because he sure as hell doesn’t look too great with the way Hinata can see the furrow in Oikawa’s brows, the tension in his jaw, and how rigid he feels against Hinata.

Hinata watches the Adam’s apple in Oikawa’s throat bob with a swallow as the man hums, and his voice sounds all throaty when he whispers back. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Hinata frowns, still analyzing the sleeping face in front of him. “Because it’s almost four in the morning and you haven’t slept yet,” Hinata presses his lips into a thin line, “and you look like you’re ready to fight someone.”

For a moment, Oikawa’s chest squeezes with a small dose of fondness at how easily Hinata can read him.

Which would be scary—had it been anyone else—because he hates being read so easily. Doesn’t like when someone can tell what’s up with him with just a simple observation from the eye.

But with Hinata?

He doesn’t know what it is—but Oikawa relishes it whenever Hinata can pick up on such small things.

Because in this case—it’s not to take advantage of him. To beat him at volleyball.

It’s just an act to show that the redhead cares—and Oikawa will always hold that aspect dear to him.

Oikawa takes his time to answer with a deep breath—causing his chest to rise and fall—like he’s contemplating what to say next, before he decides to open one eye to look down at Hinata, and tries to initially play it off with a smile that never really reaches his eyes. “You’ve been watching me all night, hm?”

“Tooru,” Hinata hisses with clenched teeth but—

“I mean,” Oikawa merely continues in a hushed voice, “I don’t mind it, it’s kinda cute actually.”

But Hinata doesn’t play into it as he gives Oikawa a pointed look, and it takes nearly three-seconds before the brunet deflates as he closes his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh.

…But sometimes, being read so easily by Hinata can be a pain when he’s stubborn and won’t let a topic go if he knows something is wrong.

It’s a blessing as much as it is a curse sometimes.

“Fine,” Oikawa relents, because he knows damn well Hinata won’t rest now until he talks about it.

Because that was what they both agreed on for this relationship to essentially work.

Communication is key, no matter how difficult it might seem at first.

Lifting his chin a little more, Hinata regards Oikawa with concern woven into his brows. “Is it because of the match we have tomorrow?”

Yes. No.

Maybe.

It shouldn’t be because of that but…

Oikawa grits his teeth, hating how—even now—the sole idea of going against Shiratorizawa manages to get under his skin and occupy every single thought he has.

The pressure to beat them. To look at Ushijima and not feel like a loser compared to him.

To show everyone—and himself—that he pushed himself to practice nonstop for a reason and it wasn’t a waste.

But it’s hard to not feel tense about a match against a rival like Shiratorizawa. No matter how nonchalant Oikawa likes to carry himself against any threat he faces in the public eye.

It’s why they’re at the training camp right now. To prepare for matches such as this.

And it’s their last day—last night—before the big game. Oikawa is bound to feel just a tad bit nervous right now.

Slowly, Oikawa’s eyes flutter open, and he looks down his nose at Hinata with a small wince as he whispers, “It’s stupid, isn’t it?”

It’s also why they both need to keep their voices down at the moment.

Because sure, Seijoh is a powerhouse and their budget is considerably high for the volleyball team—meaning their training camps are much better than what Hinata remembers from Karasuno—

They still need to share a room with a few other people at night. Making it a total of 4-5 players per room.

It’s not a lot—but it’s still enough to ensure their voices are kept quiet when Oikawa and Hinata talk.

Plus—their relationship isn’t exactly…out there. Not yet.

Only Iwaizumi knows. The rest of the team? They can wait.

“It’s not stupid,” Hinata moves a little closer, and his hand moves up to brush Oikawa’s jaw, leaving tingles behind on smooth skin, causing the brunet to close his eyes and take in the comforting touch for a moment, “I still get nervous in big crowds,” Hinata shrugs, “it just takes time.”

Yeah, and it seems like it’s taking forever for Oikawa.

Oikawa lets out an amused breath through his nose, and the side of his face crinkles with a soft smile as he looks back at Hinata. “Always the one to have a way with words, huh?”

Hinata lets out a small snort at that, and gently flicks Oikawa’s ear before pushing just a tiny bit closer—his face practically getting stuffed against Oikawa’s chest. “I’m just saying it’s normal to feel that way,” Hinata mutters, “but you also still need to get some rest tonight.”

Even if Oikawa—somehow—manages to survive off of a few hours of sleep before a game—

He’s still human. And ever since Hinata became part of his life—the redhead always tries to ensure Oikawa gets a somewhat better sleep schedule.

“Can’t,” Oikawa sighs, relishing how Hinata’s body fits just right against his.

Hinata tugs on his lower lip with his top teeth, thinking about something, before voicing the obvious reason out loud. “Because of the nerves.”

A large but grounding hand comes to rest on top of Hinata’s head, fingers slightly ruffling the copper strands—a silent answer from Oikawa. “You get your rest, though,” the brunet smirks ever so lightly, “we both know you need it more out of the two of us.”

That’s not the point.

But Hinata shakes his head, keeping Oikawa’s gaze as he narrows his eyes. “I can’t do that knowing you’re going to be up and restless all night.”

Oikawa purses his lips right after that, knowing there’s no point in fighting it when it comes to Hinata.

Damn him.

“Stubborn.” Oikawa quietly snorts and shakes his head in slight disbelief before he’s moving his head down to capture a soft kiss from Hinata, giving the redhead’s lower lip a sweet pull as Oikawa murmurs against his mouth, “Remind me why I’m still stuck with you?”

Hinata’s answering grin is nothing short of playful. “Because you like me.”

And Oikawa sure as hell doesn’t have anything to say against that.

The corner of Oikawa’s mouth curls up just a little more, and he gives in to another kiss—because it never feels like enough with Hinata—as he hums, savoring how responsive and giving Hinata is with his kisses. “I guess you have a slightly valid point—”

“Hey—”

“But,” Oikawa pushes on, as quietly as he can while in a room with two other people, and he lets out a defeated breath, “I can’t promise I’ll be able to relax enough to get some rest tonight.”

Hinata sighs at that, taking in the apologetic note in Oikawa’s eyes, as he at least appreciates the man’s honesty.

Fair enough. But it sucks and Hinata doesn’t like that Oikawa is still too tense and—

And…

And an idea—not a very safe one at that—comes to Hinata’s mind at that moment as Oikawa takes it upon himself to start leaving small pecks all over Hinata’s cheeks and nose.

“…” Hinata nibbles on his lip, and even if they’ve done stuff before—they’re both far from being virgins ever since Hinata came to Seijoh—there’s still this spike in his heartbeat whenever Hinata even considers initiating something.

But he swears he can feel his heartbeat in his ears when he places one palm against Oikawa’s chest, and he wets his lips. “I…might have a few ideas in mind…”

“On?” Oikawa asks in that lazy voice, still occupied with trailing his lips over Hinata’s jaw, finding comfort in the contact.

“…How to help you relax.”

Hinata hears an interested hum in return—he could feel it roll against his skin—and Oikawa smiles against Hinata’s jaw. “I’m curious now.”

And maybe it’s because Hinata doesn’t usually initiate as much as Oikawa does.

Or it could just be the number of kisses he’s getting from the brunet while their bodies are practically melded into one on the futon they’re on.

But Hinata’s breath is just a little shaky when inhales, and he begins to slide his hand down Oikawa’s chest and past his stomach. “It’s just…I’ve always noticed that after we—you know—”

And it’s what he says next that has Oikawa stopping his movements, and his eyes widening with both surprise and intrigue—

“Do stuff and—” The tips of Hinata’s fingers dance along the shorts Oikawa has on, and the brunet can feel all the blood leave his brain and head to one specific area at that very moment, “you always seem to be more relaxed after…”

And Oikawa’s mouth runs dry—making it almost difficult to swallow—and his tongue is heavy as he takes in what Hinata is alluding to based on how he’s impishly playing with his waistband, and the words that just came out of his mouth.

Fuck.

Oikawa almost sounds pained, because as much as he would love that—

“Shouyou…”

—They’re not alone. People—their teammates—are just a few feet away from them.

And god—the idea of risking it is so damn appealing but…

But they shouldn’t. Right?

That’s—

It’s—

Oikawa sucks in a sharp breath when Hinata grazes his fingers over his growing bulge, and whatever rational thought that Oikawa had just a few seconds ago immediately turns fuzzy and all he can think about is Hinata.

His hands. His mouth. Feeling good and—

Hinata is the one to initiate. Him being just a little bolder.

It does things to Oikawa.

Shit.

Oikawa is careful with how low his voice can go as he pulls away just enough to look Hinata in the eyes, only feeling slightly concerned for a different reason. “You don’t have to, you know.”

But Hinata is quick to reassure him as he adds just a tiny bit of pressure against Oikawa’s hardening dick that’s still covered, and Hinata’s eyes are so sure when he puts on a light smile. “I know.”

And who the hell is he to deny Hinata if he wants to? Fuck morals and being a conscious teammate, right?

Oikawa searches Hinata’s far one last time, just to make sure he’s 100% with this, and all he gets in return is the eagerness in those eyes and…

“…” Oikawa slowly tips his head up ahead from where they’re sleeping to look at the two other guys on their own futons—noting one is sprawled out like a starfish and breathing heavily while the other is snoring like there’s no tomorrow—

And at that moment—Hinata takes the time to dip his fingers under Oikawa’s waistband, feeling the faintest brush of hair on Oikawa’s navel, causing the older one’s eyes to droop down halfway.

But it’s not until Oikawa feels fingers wrap around his dick—they’re rough but so warm—that his jaw goes slack, and any worry he had about being caught instantly fades away, his vision going just a bit blurry, and all he can focus on is this.

Hinata’s hand was on him. Hinata fisting him and slowly—oh so slowly—sliding his fist along his shaft.

Oikawa relaxes into a shaky breath as Hinata keeps up the leisurely pace of his hand sliding up and down, and Oikawa tips his chin down to bury his nose and mouth into Hinata’s hair—coconut and rainfall fill his senses—and he tries to focus on breathing evenly.

But it’s not that easy.

Hinata’s hand is relatively small, sure, and the friction is rough with no lube at all but—

Hinata knows what he’s doing. The perfect way to pull on Oikawa’s cock to get the man to keen and his legs tensing.

To let his palm go over the head of the brunet’s dick and take advantage of how sensitive it is, and using the pre-cum that’s pooling at the top to spread all over the top—making Oikawa shut his eyes and breathe heavily into Hinata’s hair.

He never thought it would be so easy to lose his composure from a simple handjob.

Especially not when Oikawa got his fair share of them from a few girls he’s fooled around with from his classes.

It never had such an impact on him as it does now.

It never made him feel like he can float and let everything go—his mind running blank and putting all of his trust into the person making him feel good.

But then again—Oikawa never felt the same way for anyone else. Not as much as he feels for this little redhead that decided to transfer to this school one random day.

With the way they’re positioned, Oikawa’s neck is right near Hinata’s face—and Hinata takes that as an opportunity to lean forward and kiss Oikawa’s neck and—

It’s always a surprise whenever Hinata just knows what to do to make Oikawa nearly melt under Hinata’s doing.

And it shouldn’t be—not when they’ve been together for a little while, now.

But maybe it’s because Hinata never really looks like the type to know what he’s doing whenever it’s anything other than volleyball—

Because Oikawa barely manages to stifle a groan when he feels soft lips suck at his pulse—such a simple gesture but enough to push him a little closer to an orgasm—coupled with Hinata’s hand making him feel so good and—

And relaxed. Taking his mind off the match they have tomorrow.

Thank god the two other people in this room are heavy sleepers.

The next stroke Hinata gives is a little harder, picking up the pace, and he seems intent on making Oikawa combust at any moment with how hard he’s sucking on Oikawa’s neck.

Fuck—he’s gonna leave a mark.

(And that thought alone turns Oikawa on even more.)

It’s a shame, really. Oikawa almost feels bad that no one else gets to experience what it’s like to have Hinata take care of them—to make them lose their mind in bed.

But that’s the keyword: almost.

Because Oikawa sure as hell doesn’t mind being selfish in being the only one who knows this side of the redhead.

Hinata takes his time peppering kisses along Oikawa’s neck, chest, and the other side as his strokes become more intent on making the brunet cum and finally get some sleep.

It’s the little breaths Oikawa lets out, how he’s subtly moving his hips in tandem with Hinata’s hand to get more out of it—

That does things to Hinata as well.

It makes his cock swell in his shorts and he’s sure Oikawa can feel it against him with every rock of his hips whenever he chases Hinata’s fist.

There’s a muffled moan against Hinata’s hair when the redhead massages the spot just under the head of Oikawa’s dick—a spot that he knows drives Oikawa insane—and Hinata slides his tongue up the side of the brunet’s neck, tasting bits of salt and everything that makes up Oikawa on his tongue.

“Sho—“ Oikawa starts with a hushed tone, only to cut himself off when Hinata squeezes the tip before sliding his fist back down to the base of Oikawa’s cock, his fingers reaching out to give his balls some attention as well.

He’s so close. Oikawa can feel it with the white-hot sparks of pleasure that make his back arch and his stomach grow so tight with heat.

But there’s just one issue.

Pulling back, Oikawa catches his breath, being careful not to wake up the other two in the room, and he looks down at Hinata with half-lidded eyes, his mouth opening—

But he doesn’t get to say what he wants. Because instead—

Hinata swallows down the whimper Oikawa lets out the moment Hinata goes in to kiss him.

The kiss is gentle but still manages to make Oikawa breathless, shuddering into it as one of his free hands comes up to hold the side of Hinata’s head, kissing back as much as he can while slowly falling apart by Hinata’s rough hand.

And god—it’s so easy to let his mind run wild when Hinata is making him feel like this.

Thinking of all the things Oikawa wishes they can do right now without the restraint of others potentially catching them.

It’s—

“I—” Oikawa lets out a heavy breath, his mouth grazing over Hinata’s as he whispers, his mind turning into cotton the closer his orgasm approaches, “I’m close—”

All Hinata does is hum in response—like he already knew that or something—and kisses Oikawa one last time, all soft and lazily, before he decides to do something that he knows is risky but—

But he rather not make a mess and have Oikawa cum all over his hand. Not when there are no tissues around.

It’s when Hinata’s hand stops for a brief moment—causing Oikawa to pout because he was right there—that Hinata takes it upon himself to lift the covers and shift his body all the way down—

“Shouyou—” Oikawa’s surprised tone borders on being a little too loud, but can you blame him when all of a sudden—Hinata is dipping under the blanket and—

“Shit—” Oikawa sucks in a small gasp, and his eyes blow so damn wide as he looks back up to check on the two other people in the room—still sound asleep, thank fucking god—and he bites on his lower lip so hard he might break the skin.

All he feels is warmth—something wet and soft wrapping around his dick—and his hand flies down beneath the covers to find purchase as he holds onto Hinata’s hair.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

Hinata gives Oikawa’s cock a slow, indulgent suck as he hollows his cheeks, letting his tongue drag over the shaft and head—careful not to make too much noise from it—while he wraps his fingers at the base.

And it feels good—the weight of Oikawa on his tongue, filling his mouth and he can taste him as Hinata moves his head to slide Oikawa’s dick further in, almost hitting the back of his throat.

Feeling it throb and knowing that he has control over Oikawa’s pleasure right now—

It’s exhilarating. A feeling Hinata never really knew he enjoyed until now.

His fists follow with every bob of his head, leaving a trail of saliva every time Hinata’s mouth comes up to the head, and he darts out his tongue to lick the slit of Oikawa’s cock—making the brunet turn his head to stuff his face into the pillow to muffle his groan and the muscles in Oikawa’s thighs tense—before going back down to take in as much as he can inside his mouth.

It’s hard for Hinata to not moan while he has his mouth stuffed—he doesn’t want to risk waking the others up—but fuck, it just feels too good and Oikawa’s reaction is going straight to Hinata’s dick—

Oikawa doesn’t last for long.

Not when Hinata starts to get more into it, trying to take Oikawa as deep as he can while his tongue comes out to lick wherever it can—twisting his fist in this motion that he knows will tip the brunet over the edge, Hinata’s saliva making it a little sloppy and—

God—

The only warning Hinata gets is a few taps on his head, and the redhead closes his eyes, making sure his throat is ready, pumping Oikawa’s cock until he feels white, hot spurts of cum spill into his mouth.

They gotta make sure they don’t make a mess, right?

He continues to suck, swallowing as he does so, all while Oikawa silently twitches in the futon, his mind running blank and he feels so hot everywhere and it’s just Hinata and pleasure in his head.

Hinata only starts to slow down when he feels Oikawa squirm and the man digs into his hair—silently telling him that it’s almost too much and Oikawa is boarding the line to overstimulation.

The thought is tempting, though. Hinata always loves to overstimulate Oikawa whenever he can.

Because of the image he gets after? Probably worth as much as winning a game in volleyball.

Oikawa’s breaths are heavy, and his limbs feel like jelly, as he tries to catch his breath and his senses return to him.

Hinata manages to move back up and out from the blanket—one thumb wiping the corner of his mouth—and his breathing matches Oikawa’s as he regards the older one with a soft note in his eyes.

“You okay?”

Oikawa huffs out a breath, a light chuckle gets woven into it, and he takes a moment to just clear his throat to think about it.

He feels…better. Hinata sure does know how to help him relax.

His muscles don’t feel like they might cramp up from tension, and he can feel sleep approaching to take him down for the night.

Guess a good orgasm is truly all it takes for a horny high schooler, huh?

“Better,” Oikawa settles with as an answer as he gives a genuine smile when he looks at Hinata, feeling all warm and boneless inside.

A satisfied hum comes from Hinata, followed by a little smirk as he sits up on one of his elbows to reach over for his water bottle to wash down his mouth and throat.

And to be honest—Oikawa does feel ready to sleep now. He can feel it in the way his body is giving in for the night and his mind is too tired to worry about tomorrow’s match.

He can simply knock out if he just lets his eyes close.

But—

He moves one of his legs to get in a more comfortable position—but that only causes him to accidentally graze his knee against Hinata’s groin and—

Oh.

He feels a bulge. A hard one. And Oikawa swallows thickly when he realizes that Hinata is really turned on right now.

“You’re still…”

“We need sleep,” Hinata cuts him off as he tries to swing one arm over Oikawa’s waist to pull him closer and get comfortable for the night.

But Oikawa shakes his head because he is not letting Hinata just go to sleep with a hard-on like that. “Let me help you—”

“It’s late—”

“I can be quick,” Is Oikawa’s response, and Hinata’s lips press down into a contemplative line after that.

It’s not that he doubts Oikawa can make it quick. He’s embarrassed to admit just how easy it is to make him cum whenever Oikawa is involved.

It’s just…

Hinata looks up above them two to analyze the two other players sleeping in the room.

It’s late. They should get some sleep. And what if they actually get caught this time?

But then—

Oikawa does this thing where he’s trailing his hand all over Hinata’s body, and he adds more pressure against Hinata’s bulge with his knee—teasing it and—

Christ.

“…You’re not going to let me sleep until you get your way, huh?” Hinata sighs in slight defeat—only because he really wants Oikawa to get as much rest as possible—and looks back at the brunet with a tiny curve on his mouth.

Oikawa smiles like he knows he already won. “Nope.”

“You’re—” Hinata doesn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence because Oikawa is already moving down and underneath the blanket, clearly eager to suck the redhead off.

Hinata huffs out an amused laugh as he looks up, one hand threading through Oikawa’s hair as he uses the other hand to rub down his face, and murmurs into the silent room. “Unbelievable.”

Don’t worry though—they still get their night’s rest.

…Just after a few more orgasms, both of them pushing the limit on how far they can go without being caught by their roommates, and the high of the upcoming match muddling their rational thinking.

End.

You can also read this fic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48424408#main

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