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💌 “fxck a fxckboy!" | myg

where you sort of hooked up with one of the school’s biggest fuckboys but end up leaving him hanging and never contacting him because…well…why not? somehow the universe brought you two together and now you’re left with dealing with him because he apparently caught feelings for you.

; pairing: flirty/smartass!y/n x fuckboy!yoongi

; warnings: ass grabbing, ass slapping, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, cock warming, blowjobs, breastplay, mention of sex toys, mention of masturbation, usage of mature words, some dirty talk, jealous yoongi (my fave hehe)

; genre: smut (18+), pwp (?)

; wc: 11k+ (the most i’ve ever written 🤯 sorry hehe)

a/n: fuck fuckboys or fuck a fuckboy? 🫣 honestly really wanted to write something for that pic of yoongi (jeeeesus😮‍💨) and thought “yeah i think he should be a fuckboy or something” lol…also peep the namaikizakari pic heheh—one of my favorite mangas!! 🫶

He led you to his bedroom in his currently empty but shared apartment he lived in, your soft hand in his.

The two of you had just gone back from the bar, the two of you slightly tipsy—more him than you. You didn’t drink much compared to him. You knew your limits and you made sure that you stayed away from being severely, passed out drunk. To keep things short, you both had shitty days and you both just wanted to let it all out with a little one night stand—no biggy, right? But who would've thought that you would be doing a quick fuck with the one an only Min Yoongi, a fairly popular boy at your university who’s only interested in just fucking without any feelings. You could probably answer your statement, actually: the man is just down to fuck anyone he sees. You’ve heard it everywhere—all the little chitter chatter about him that goes around the school—he’s a man who doesn’t want to settle with one person. He wants a quick fuck, but never twice with the same person, and afterwards he won’t do anything else but sleep and ignore you as you leave.

He guides you over to his bed, making you sit on the edge while he goes ahead and locks the door from behind.

It’s not everyday where you get this sort of chance, so before you gave into coming to his place to hook up with him, you decided that you wanted to toy with him a bit—have him remember who you are.

He walks slowly over to you, scanning your body up and down as he licks his dry lips.

“Mm, so what’s your plan?” You hum, looking up at the tall man who stood in front of you. He’s bringing up a hand to twirl the loose strand of your long hair around his finger.

He smirks, removing his finger from your hair and taking his thumb and index finger to hold your chin.

“I figured it was kind of obvious with what’s going on, no?”

You snort at his remark, gently grabbing his arm by the wrist to pull his hand away from yours.

“I’m well aware of the game you play, Min, and obviously I’m completely up for it. But how about we change it up a little—let me take control this time?” You bat your long eyelashes at him, giving him a sweet and innocent look on your face. You release your grip around him, brushing your fingers up and down his forearm before placing your hands back in your lap.

Yoongi scoffs with a smile on his face, amused with your offer.

“Sure, princess. But if it gets bad, I’m gonna take over.”

You place a hand on his stomach, gently pushing down on him to get him to move back, which he does. You stand up in front of him, spin the two of you around and push him over again to make him sit on the edge of the bed.

“Alright,” you hum, now looking down at him.

His hands instinctively reach out to you to caress your curves, but you’re quick to give him light slaps to his hands to prevent him from doing so.

“We’ll go over some rules—one of them being no touching unless I say so. Two, I don’t like to kiss on the lips if I’m just doing a one night stand—.”

“—Pfft,” he cuts you off, “that’s stupid. But you’re willing to have sex?”

“I think kisses are more intimate and they deserve to be used in a place where feelings are there.”

He thinks to himself for a second, quietly considering your comment.

“I guess you can think that way, princess.”

You roll your eyes at him, removing your black leather blazer to reveal the little black cropped tank top and your short black miniskirt a little better.

God, he was drooling over you. Every curve of you looked absolutely delicious—he had to touch you but, of course, he wasn’t allowed to. He was even able to see your hardened and pierced tits through your shirt, which made him chuckle a bit. He was too excited to see them.

“No bra? Is that all for me?” He grins, licking his lips again.

You lean over, your face coming closer to his as you ignore his words. He was ready for you to just plant one on him, so he instinctively closed his eyes. You place your head on the side of his, lightly giggling at him.

“Cute,” you mumbled near his ear, making him immediately open his eyes, all embarrassed. Your hand slides into the front pocket of his button up shirt, taking out a large handkerchief. You pull away, looking back at him with a cheeky smile. “I was surprised to see that you had one of these in your pocket. It’ll be handy for today.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrow at you, unable to put one and one together.

“Last rule is that you’ll be blind folded until I say so. If any rules are broken, I’ll stop and leave.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“Should I just get going now?”

His dark eyes scan you up and down again, undressing you in his mind. You stood there in your all black outfit, playing with the long handkerchief by loosely wrapping it around your hands. You looked heavenly, it was screwing up his thoughts.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath.

Something in him was also telling him to give this a try—see if he’s into it or not. It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?

“I’ll play along with your little game, princess.”

“Great,” you hum with a smile on your face.

—

It didn’t end the way the two of you (possibly him more) wanted it to be.

Spoiler alert—you ended up leaving him while you were in the middle of teasing him, your hand wrapped around his long and hard cock, making him desperate for more of your touch.

Of course he was absolutely furious with you leaving him without having the chance to get to his release or even fuck you. You didn’t care, though. It wasn’t your problem anyways. He broke the rules and you left just like that—exactly what you told him before you started.

You kind of already expected Yoongi to slip and end the night short. All he wants is his dick to be wet—and you didn’t want to fall into that trick of his. Instead, he fell right into your trap—all left with blue balls and not a single taste of you.

Now, it’s not like you hate him or anything. It’s more like you wanted to teach him a little lesson. This whole thing was never planned ahead, of course—you just got lucky enough to come in contact with him on one of those rare days where you actually decided to go out for a drink.

You internally laugh to yourself, barely focusing on what you’re doing behind your laptop.

“Y/n, how about we take this get together to my apartment? I can feel myself trying to fall asleep. I’ve been awake since 5 in the morning.”

You look over to the boy, watching him rub his eyes with the back of his hands and then stretching afterwards.

You chuckle at him, agreeing with his idea before the two of you start packing up and heading out of your school library.

The universe is actually pretty crazy. Or perhaps you’re just really lucky because who would’ve thought you’d be here again in the same apartment that you were in a while ago. However this time you’re here with Yoongi’s roommate, Hoseok—your classmate that you’ll be working on a project with.

You’re carefully scanning the place again as you enter, not being able to recognize a thing in the living room since you barely had a chance to look around the last time.

“Don’t worry, no one’s here right now. I think my roommate is out right now.”

You nod your head, somewhat hoping that you get to leave before Yoongi makes it back home.

“Make yourself at home, y/n! Don’t be shy! Grab some water if you want. I’m just going to use the restroom real quick!” He doesn’t let you answer as he scurries over down the hallway. Dropping your stuff down on the couch, you make your way towards the kitchen.

You were opening each cabinet one by one, in search of some cups. Honestly, you couldn’t care less if they were glass, plastic, or paper at this point since you still weren’t able to find any. Hoseok wasn’t that descriptive—matter of fact he didn’t really tell you—where things were, so it just looks like you're ransacking his kitchen.

Squatting down, you look in the cabinets of their kitchen island. Rummaging through things until you find the stupid cups.

“Hoseok, what’re you makin’?”

You froze in your stance, the two glass cups in your hands. The voice you heard was definitely not your classmate’s. It was lower, a bit gravelly as if they just woke up. This was most definitely the one and only Min Yoongi. Of course, the universe made you lucky enough to meet him again.

You muster up the courage, mentally slapping yourself to gain some more confidence to face him again. You slowly stood up, placing the glass cups on the countertop.

He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, rubbing his eyes again to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things.

A lopsided smile grows on his face, as he moves closer to rest his arms on the counter.

“Back for a redo? Did you miss me or something?”

You snort, amused with the words that came out of his mouth. He definitely didn’t learn anything with your so-called “experiment”. Since you were already in this position, you made a quick decision to keep toying with him until he’s at his limit.

“Of course not. I’m here for your roommate.”

His sleepy eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, his neck slightly extended forward.

“My roommate? Hoseok? You’re about to go fuck that guy right now?”

Before you could answer, you were immediately cut off. The two of your heads both looking over to see the owner of that voice.

“Ah! Hyung! You’re home?!” He’s looking at Yoongi, to you, and back to the boy as he mentally took in the situation. “I see you’re already introducing yourself to y/n! She’s in my biology class. I’ve got a project to do with her.”

You couldn’t tell if the air around you guys was awkward, uncomfortable, or very tense. Honestly, it didn’t bother you at all that you were seeing Yoongi again for a second time—more like it just caught you off guard that you were actually lucky to see him for a second time.

Yoongi takes a glance over at you again and then back at Hoseok, silently observing the two of you.

“Yeah,” he pauses, “I skipped class ‘cuz I wanted to sleep.”

The other boy nods to acknowledge his words and the room goes quiet again. You clear your throat to break up the silence and make way to the water dispenser to fill up your cup.

“Are you thirsty Hoseok? I’ll bring some water to the table if you want me to.”

“Ah, no I’m fine,” his voice sounded like it was getting further as he spun around to go sit back down in front of the coffee table.

“I’ll take a cup.” You hear the other boy’s low voice even closer to you than before, so you glance over your shoulder to see him now standing behind you, body leaned against the island of the kitchen.

Turning around with one full glass in your hand and the other on the counter, you shoot him a quick smile and ignore his request before you walk past him to head over to Hoseok. He scoffs, his eyes following your body and then his whole body turns to watch you sit your pretty ass right next to Hoseok—all giggly and shit.

Standing behind the kitchen island became his favorite place to be at whenever you came over. He pretends to be on his phone or laptop, clean a little bit, or even cook up a little snack and eat it there. If it’s not already obvious, Yoongi was solely there to see you. (And monitor whatever was going on between you and Hoseok.)

There has been zero progression between the two of you within the past few days and he was growing impatient. The way Hoseok has been having you all to himself was pissing him off. Were you really going to fuck his friend? But why not him? Why’d you have to play games with him and leave him high and dry with no care in the world?

It was also pissing him off that you weren’t all over him like how other girls are with him. I mean—you made it pretty clear to him that you knew what kind of guy he is and how you didn’t really want much to do with him. I guess seeing the attention being only on Hoseok made him a bit…jealous…

..Yeah

…he was jealous…

That’s something he rarely feels.

Hoseok takes another bathroom break which gives Yoongi the chance to steal you away and get the ball going between the two of you. He quickly grabs his math textbook, a piece of paper, and a pencil from his desk in his room and sits right next to you on the couch with the sides of your thighs and arms both touching each other. Your head immediately turns to him, watching his movements with a raised eyebrow. He puts his textbook on top of Hoseok’s, flipping to a random page and points at a problem.

“Teach me how to do this,” Yoongi mumbles, eyes only on you and not whatever he was pointing at.

You look at him, a little thrown off. You glance over at the book and quickly scan the text, trying to see if you could actually help him at all.

“Calculus? You’re in calculus?”

He silently nods his head, patiently waiting for you to do something.

“I’m not really the best at math, but I can tell you what I know and maybe you could try to put things together with your knowledge?” You didn’t even bother to look up at him, pulling the textbook more towards you so that you could read the problem again.

All you did was talk him through the problem and explain what some things are, but none of it managed to stay in his brain when all he was focusing on was your voice. God, he could listen to you for hours.

He was scribbling stuff on his paper, working out the problem as you softly spoke to him.

“Ah, hyung—! You’re working on homework?!”

You immediately stood up from your spot, moving over to the side a bit to give Yoongi some space until you felt a grip around your wrist. You feel him pull you back down, making you sit right next to him with the side of your body touching his.

“You’re fine where you’re sitting,” he says in a low voice, head leaning closer to your ear.

Hoseok observes the two of you, getting a gist of what’s going on. He doesn’t sit down next to you like you thought he would, instead he starts walking away again, leaving you confused.

“I forgot—I have to make a phone call real quick.”

“Since when do you make phone calls?” You retort.

“Y/n, I’m a busy man. Don’t worry about it.” His eyes go from you to Yoongi, wiggling his eyebrows at him. You turn to look at Yoongi, watching the way he glares at Hoseok.

Yoongi blankly stared at him, not giving a fuck about whatever Hoseok this or Hoseok that has to do. He turns to look at you again once the other boy is out of the room.

“Could you quit looking at Hoseok like that?”

“Like what?”

“You know already.”

You scoff with a laugh.

“Yoongi, be more specific with me. I can’t read your mind.”

“You give him the prettiest smile while batting those long eyelashes of yours—he’s gonna fall for you and I don’t want that shit to happen.”

The pout in his voice is noticeable, you found it cute.

“Why don’t you want it to happen? Didn’t I tell you I was coming for him next?”

He clenches his jaw, a firm line on his lips. Hearing that just pissed him off even more. Of course he would never want that. He wants you to himself, even though he can’t explain why he wants you so badly.

“You should be going for me. Not Hoseok.”

You force a fake smile on your face, placing a hand on his bicep. You gently rub your hand up and down before letting it sneak up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your fingertips play with the ends of his long hair, slightly massaging the back of his head—doing all this just to tease him again.

“Yoongi, I’m not going to be one of your easy picks. You can look for another girl who can fulfill your needs.”

You’re about to remove your hand away from him until he grabs your arm and places it right on top of his shoulder where it rested before.

“I don’t want “another girl”, princess. My eyes are set on you.”

“All you want me to do is to get your dick wet and then you’ll just toss me like every other girl you've hooked up with,” you scoff.

“But if I don’t plan on doing that to you, then what?”

“You want a gold star for finally not thinking like a little fuckboy? Finally being a decent human being?”

He rolls his eyes, annoyed with the fact you were right. He is an asshole and he’s known to be that type of asshole. But he wasn’t going to be that asshole to you.

“Yoongi, how the hell am I supposed to trust you?”

“I can prove to you that I’m serious about you.”

“How can you be so serious about me when all we’ve done is hang out with each other once for a semi-hookup?”

“I guess you can call it love at first sight, doll,” he’s lazily smirking at you, a sight that makes you feel a little tingly inside.

You scoff again, hiding the little smile you had on your face from his stupid silly words. “Yoongi, you probably say that to every other girl just to convince them to hook up with you.”

“Alright, since you think all I do is think about sex, let's start by making it not about sex. I’ll go two weeks without masturbating or fucking any other women—which should be easy because all I want is you.”

There he goes again. He’s way too good at poking at your heart, making you feel something. God, you felt stupid but you can’t help but react that way.

You slowly move your arm off of his shoulder and slide your hand over to his chest, taking your index finger to play with the string of his hoodie by wrapping it around your finger.

“Make it four weeks.”

He’s taking one of his hands and gently sliding it over the side of your waist, caressing that area by moving his hand up and down.

“When did that hook up between us happen again?”

You furrow your eyebrows, thrown off by him asking this at this moment.

“2 weeks ago, I think?”

He’s smiling, leaning his head over to the side of yours, his breath tickling your ear.

“I’ve got two weeks left then, princess. You can ask Hoseok to confirm it if you want.”

You stare at him with a puzzled face when he pulls away from you.

“Hoseok knows when you jerk off?”

He lets out a low laugh, one of those throaty ones. You watch him as he smiles big with his teeth and gums all out.

“No—,” he chuckles, “he doesn’t. He knows that I haven’t been with anyone since I met up with you. I can confirm for myself that I haven’t jerked off at all these past 2 weeks—if that’s what you’re more worried about.”

You gently shove him away by the shoulders, annoyed by his teasing. But his grip around your waist tightens, and he’s pulling you closer to him.

“Alright, go ahead then.”

“Atta’, girl,” he hums, “but know that if I want something, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that I get it.”

To be completely honest (and kind of stupid to admit), you didn’t expect him to last this long. Hoseok knew about the deal that was going on and he always brought up the fact that Yoongi hadn’t been going out or seeing anyone whenever he saw you in class—kinda funny, right? He only had a day left and you were sure you were going to lose.

Now, instead of accepting defeat, wouldn’t it be better to spice things up before you could come to terms with losing?

You were chuckling to yourself as you took pictures of yourself as you laid in bed. You pressed your arms together, making your breasts look larger in your plain black bra. You couldn’t leave out the matching black, lacey thong you had on too, so you took a couple snaps from the front and the back. Soon enough, you were already pressing the red button on your phone screen. Legs spread out as you teased yourself on the outside of your panties, creating a little wet spot.

Sent.

You take another clip of you massaging your breasts, slowly pulling down on your bra to reveal your hardened and pierced nipples. You gently flick your nipples with the tips of your finger nails, grazing against them ever so lightly, making sure your video clearly captures your little whimpers.

Sent.

From your bedside drawer, you took out your pink dildo, recording another clip of you sucking on just the tip of it before bringing your head lower to lick a stripe from the bottom and back to the tip. Holding the toy by the base, you release the tip with a little ‘pop’, bringing that hand to slowly move it up and down.

Sent.

You knew he had to fold. He just had to do something. I mean, not to be so full of yourself or whatever, how else would someone react if they received explicit videos and pictures from a person they liked?

This just had to be one of your greatest plans. You were sure that Yoongi was going to lose. He just has to text you any second now—or even tomorrow morning. With that being said, you were able to sleep comfortably for the night.

The uneasiness of Yoongi not texting you started to grow when you saw no new messages on your phone when you woke up. It continued to grow little by little as hours passed by—still no response coming from him.

You eventually gave up on the thought of you almost winning once the clock struck about 11:40 pm.

It was most definitely over for you.

You just had to accept it.

Maybe you might’ve gone a little overboard—or a little too confident in yourself. You really thought he would take the bait.

“Hoseok, give me a second. I think someone’s at my door.” You glance up from your paper to look at him on your propped up phone.

“At this time?” He asks, concerned for your safety.

You shrug, not really giving the situation a thought.

“I’ll keep you on facetime but I’m muting you. Just keep an eye out for me if I don’t show up on your screen after more than 5 minutes.” You’re already reaching over to tap on the mute button and getting up from the floor before you stride towards your door.

You figured that it was probably your neighbors or some student from school. The apartment complex was primarily made up of students, so you were sure it had to be a student knocking. Honestly, you were used to the noisiness coming from outside, the occasional parties, or the ding-dong ditching that a little knock on the door at this time doesn’t really bother you.

You were met with another view—in fact, an insanely rare view—that you would have never expected. Standing face to face in front of you—with your oversized big shirt and skimpy panties underneath—was the one and only Min Yoongi.

He looks you up and down, a smug look appearing on his face. You look up at him with a raised eyebrow, slightly scoffing before turning around to your phone to unmute it and leaving the boy at the door.

“Never mind, Hoseok, it was nobody. Just give me a minute.”

You immediately muted your phone again once you heard the door being locked and a little chuckle.

“A nobody—hm,” he hums.

He sticks his hands in his pockets, slowly making his way towards you as he takes a couple glances around your apartment. He stops and stands in front of you, leaving a couple feet in between.

“Yoongi, what the hell are you doing here?

“The photos and videos you sent me.”

You smiled, but quickly dropped it. A bit excited to hear him finally bring up the topic you’ve been waiting for.

“Oh? Shit—I must’ve sent them to you by accident. They were for someone else.” You watch as one of his eyebrows furrowed together, clearly concerned with what you just said.

“Who?”

“Hoseok, of course.” You knew by saying this he would go mad—and that’s what you wanted to see. You wanted to push his buttons, make him frustrated with you, and see what he would do.

“And the outfit? You’re wearing that while you’re on facetime with Hoseok?”

“Well, yeah—wouldn’t it be easier to give him a little show this way?” You say teasingly.

After that being said, his whole demeanor shifts. He’s clenching his teeth, causing his sharp jawline to be more defined. His eyes on you felt heavier, as if they were burning holes into your own. His flirty, teasing self that he usually had on him was gone. The change slightly scared you, but you didn’t want to show him that.

He was mad.

He never wanted to hear that come out of your mouth ever again.

“Guess so?” Is all he says.

“Did you like the pictures at least?”

“Did I like the pictures?” He repeats, his tone strong.

He scoffs again, chuckling right afterwards.

The two of you turn to your phone when you both hear Hoseok calling out for you. Taking the phone in your hand this time, you unmute to quickly apologize to him. Before you know it, a pair of arms are wrapped around your waist and a head is resting on your shoulder.

“She’s busy, call later,” Yoongi mumbles, glancing over at your phone. You were too stunned to say something, his actions completely catching you off guard.

“Hyung?! There you fucking are! You could’ve told me where you were heading to before running out like that—.” Yoongi quickly hits the ‘end’ button before the other boy could keep going. He’s taking your phone away from your hands and tosses it over somewhere on your couch before his arms find your waist again.

“I didn’t like the answer I heard earlier,” he hums.

“Which one?”

You let out a little yelp when you feel him gently sink his teeth on your shoulder.

“Don’t play stupid with me, doll. You already know.”

“Ah,” you laugh a little awkwardly, “suddenly I do remember what you’re talking about.”

He snorts, rolling his eyes at your comment with a smile on his face.

“Were they really for him? Because I feel like they couldn’t be.”

“Why couldn’t they?”

It’s quiet for a second as he thinks to himself.

“You drive me crazy, you know that? You and that little attitude of yours—just makes me want to fuck it right out of you.”

He lowers his head closer to your neck. His lips lightly brush against your skin before he slowly kisses a line down your neck.

“Doubt you could.”

You keep your composure. Internally screaming at yourself that none of this was phasing you.

Because it definitely wasn’t.

Well, it shouldn’t—at least.

“Yeah? Should I try?”

He released an arm from your waist, his hand already creeping up underneath your baggy shirt. The rough pad of his fingers caressing your soft skin.

Butterflies.

It’s all you could feel at this moment.

He’s too smooth at this—that dumb, experienced but fine asshole.

You shouldn’t.

You really shouldn’t.

It was a bad idea—I mean, does this man actually have a drop of interest in you?

You turn around while in his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’re massaging the back of his head with a hand, then play with the ends of his long, black hair. His hands rest on your waist.

“Shouldn’t you be doing this with a girl that you genuinely like?”

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow again, a face filled with disbelief. He scoffs, but a light chuckle comes out of his mouth right afterwards.

“You just really like to rile me up, don’t ya, princess?” He lowly mumbles.

“Yoongi—!” You yelp, holding onto him tighter.

He’s hooking his hands underneath your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you over to lay you on the couch. You remove yourself from him, allowing him to hover himself above you.

“I don’t know how clear you want me to be, but I feel like I made it pretty clear that I’m serious about you.”

“You think that not jerking off or not hooking up with random girls for a whole month is really proof that you’d change just for me?”

“Well, wasn’t that the deal?”

“I mean I accepted it because I felt bad and it just seemed like you really wanted to prove something to me.”

“Yeah—because you won’t believe me that I’m actually into you.”

“This feels like something you’d say to every other girl you hook up with.”

“God—will you quit bringing up other girls?! I couldn’t care any less about them if I have you in front of me.”

Butterflies. It’s the stupid butterflies again.

“Shut up,” you mumble, turning your face away from him to avoid his gaze.

A quick pause of silence. Not enough time to collect your thoughts.

“What? Did I get your heart to skip a beat? Is that why you won’t look at me right now?”

Without saying anything, you shook your head with your head still facing the other way.

“Cute,” he chuckles, his breath hitting your face.

You feel the weight of him above you disappear. His hands were wrapped around your ankles, tugging them towards him as he sat near your feet.

“At least look at me when I eat you out.”

“Shut up,” your face grows a shade of red out of embarrassment.

He couldn’t help but keep the teasing smile on his face. Yoongi positions himself that allows him to place your legs over his shoulders. He slowly lifts up your t-shirt that’s covering your lower half, leaning more towards your core.

“Such pretty panties,” he hums, “just for me to see, huh?”

“No,” you say without glancing down at him, “it was for Hoseok.”

With no warning, Yoongi’s taking his thumb to rub circles on the outside of your panties and against your clit. You slightly gasp in surprise, mumbling a “Yoongi, wait” under your breath.

“Of course you would say that. You really make me want to fuck that brattiness out of you. Turn you into a girl who wants just me—my girl.”

Lowering his thumb to where your hole would be at, he brings his face to your covered core and tries to bite on your covered nub but instead gently grazes his teeth against it. He takes his tongue and flattens it against it, making the fabric even wetter than before.

You gasp, immediately covering your mouth with your hands to stop yourself. You felt a shiver run down your spine, shots of electricity on the places he touches.

“Hmm, was that little gasp from me or him?”

You already knew you wanted to keep messing with him, make him mad just for fun. But before you could answer he’s already pulling your baby pink skimpy panties to the side, licking a long stripe from your hole to your most sensitive part.

“Ah—Yoongi!” You yelp with an airy voice.

He’s pulling back, chuckling, very happy with your answer.

“So sweet, princess. I think I’m gonna be addicted.”

The boy goes back to your heat, mouth going straight to your clit. He’s sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it as he does so. You remove your hands from your face, quickly bringing them to his hair. Your fingers get tangled in his long, black hair as you tug on him to bring his face closer to you. Yoongi laps up your essence that flows out of you, coating a little bit of his chin. You’re whining as he sloppily kisses your clit, feeling how wet you are from the mixture of his saliva and your own wetness.

You yelp again once you feel Yoongi’s thick, long finger slowly enter your hole.

“It just slid right in. Fuck—you’re so wet, baby.”

He hums against your clit, thrusting his finger slowly in and out of you, causing you to groan in pleasure.

“Yoon..gi—please—,” you whine with a choke, already feeling yourself go blank.

He’s already adding a second finger, curling it upwards and picking up the pace as he thrusts them into you.

“Fuck—pleasepleaseplease!!”

You didn’t know what exactly you were begging for, and neither did he. But it got him chuckling when he heard your little pleads.

“Cum on my face, baby, and I’ll give you whatever you’re asking for.” He places a couple kisses onto your inner thigh before he dives back into your pussy.

Your eyes are rolling back, your whole body feeling warm. Yoongi doesn’t waste any time on sucking on your little sensitive bead. Your body speaks for itself as loud squelching noises and your whimpers fill the room. He can feel you tightening around him already, a sign he knew that you were about to come undone. He’s plunging his fingers into you, making sure you’re fully taking them in. The slurping sounds and grunts he makes get louder, but not as loud as you were.

“Ah! Yoongi—!” You cried, digging the heel of your foot to his back, which allowed you to raise your hips up. He’s immediately pushing you back down, his free hand wrapped around your thigh in an attempt to stop you from moving.

“Cum,” he says, humming into your core, then immediately flicking his tongue against your clit.

Something in you snaps—it was as if he was able to control you, your legs start to shake as you finally cum on his fingers. He helps you ride out your high, slowly thrusting his fingers into you and moving his face to your inner thigh to pepper kisses onto it again.

“Good girl,” he coos, removing his fingers and lifting your legs off his shoulders to set them on either side of him. He watches as your breathing evens and your eyes flutter open. He’s rubbing circles with his thumb on top of your thigh as he holds onto them, enjoying this small moment.

“Use me like how you used that toy of yours in the photos and videos you sent me. Show me how you play with yourself, baby.”

“You’re too bossy.”

“But you like it,” he’s smiling, sitting against the armrest of the couch on the other side.

You sit up, closing your legs and tugging your t-shirt to show some modesty.

“Mmm, I do. But I think you’d like it even more if I was the bossy one.”

“Alright,” he chuckles, “go ahead and be bossy, princess.”

You carefully get up with wobbly legs and stand in front of the boy, who immediately turns his whole body so that he’s seated properly. You get on your knees and then sit on your heels, looking up at him with innocent yet slightly fucked-out eyes.

“I won’t be blindfolding you this time. But there’s still going to be no touching, so put your hands under your thighs and keep them there.”

He’s rolling his eyes with a small scoff.

“Not this shit again. You’ll leave me like last time.”

You laugh, giving him a gentle slap to his thigh.

“So do you not want me to do what I did in that video I sent you?”

He’s already shoving his hands under his thighs, impatiently waiting for you to start.

You start to pull down his sweatpants, along with his boxers and he helps you by lifting his bottom up. There you’re met with his hardened cock, sprung up and against his lower torso. Your hand immediately goes to the base of it to gently squeeze him, your fingertips barely able to touch. You glance up at him, carefully watching his strained face that’s asking for more.

You move your head closer, leaning in more a bit to gather up the saliva in your mouth and spit onto the tip of his cock. You slide your hand up and down to spread it around. Finally, you take your tongue and press it against his slit, your touch instantly making him hiss. Wrapping your lips around just the tip, you suck on it and swirl your tongue around the shape of it. He was on the thicker side, but with a decent length. You were unsure if you would be able to actually fit him in your mouth (or even in you), but nevertheless you were determined to make him cum even if you had to completely stuff him in your mouth.

Slowly, you push your head down on him. You begin to bob your head, taking him in little by little. Having him barely halfway in your mouth already verified that he was in fact pretty big. You used your hand to wrap around whatever else you couldn’t reach, pumping his cock at the same speed as your mouth.

“Fuck—,” he hissed, “don’t push yourself too hard, baby.” His teeth were clenched together, doing what he could to stop himself from groaning.

This was what he has been waiting for: to be intimate with you. It’s what he was anticipating at the beginning, but he feels that the wait for it was making this whole experience feel too damn good.

Yoongi’s throwing his head back, listening to the most vulgar sounds coming from you as you choked and gagged on his cock. He’s looking back at you, watching the way you took him in with tears running down your face.

What a fucking sight.

“Look at me, baby. Eyes on me,” his voice gruff.

You follow his directions, looking at him through your eyelashes and eyes all watery. Your eyebrows furrowed as you push yourself down on him more, a trail of saliva leaking out of the corner of your mouth.

“So pretty,” he grunts. The only thing that he was missing right now was his hands being all over you, but he wasn’t willing to take the risk and make things turn around like how it did the first time.

You pull away with a little ‘pop’, giving him a sweet and innocent smile before using the tip of your tongue to trace the long and bulging vein underneath his cock. Once you make it back to the tip, you stick out your flattened tongue. With your hand still on the base, you move his cock against your tongue, moving it side to side and then roughly hitting your tongue with just the tip before taking him in again. You hum around him and swirl your tongue around him as you quickly bob your head.

He lets out another strained groan, followed by a hushed mumble of your name. You wanted to get him to cum, to make himself lose control just like how he did earlier. However, giving him head and seeing the way he was right now was turning you on. You could feel yourself throbbing, selfishly wanting a little more. Yoongi, on the other hand, didn’t want to finish off in your mouth. He wanted to be inside you; he had to finish inside you.

“Fuck. I can’t do this.”

Yoongi quickly takes out his hands from under his thighs and removes you from him, halting your movements. Quickly, he stuffs himself back into his sweatpants. He’s lifting you up again, his arms under your thighs and his body pressed against yours. You hold him tightly around his neck, clinging on to him like you were a koala.

“Room. Tell me now.”

“The first door down the hallway on the right.”

He’s speeding his way down there, sitting down on the bed first while he is holding on to you. Yoongi lays back, scooting himself upwards so that his head is more on your pillows. He positions you to sit on his crotch, but you move back onto his thighs to prevent yourself from grinding on his hard-on.

He’s caressing your sides as the two of you look at each other, eyes filled with lust.

“Let me see you ride me like how you do with your dildo. I won’t touch you this time, I swear,” he’s putting his hands behind his head, “please, baby.”

He was desperate. Insanely desperate.

And he looks cute to you when he’s desperate. You couldn’t blame him for feeling that way because you were feeling the same. Without saying anything, you lift up your hips and hover above his thighs. You pull his hard cock back out of his pants, holding it up as you position yourself above it.

“Wait—condoms—damn it!” He mumbles, “I didn’t bring any because I wasn’t really expecting to go far.”

You watch him groan in frustration, clearly mad at himself.

“Fuck–sorry. I’ll go buy some. I think I saw a gas station down the road? Just–fuck–please don’t lock me out, y/n.”

He finally looks at you, eyes met. He looked desperate. Absolutely desperate.

You’re biting your bottom lip out of habit, quietly thinking to yourself. You let go of his cock, allowing it to hit his lower stomach. You place yourself on top of it, your wet, bare folds against the length of his cock.

“Am I going to be the last person you’ll ever be fucking?”

You move your hips, gently grinding yourself against him to rile him up a bit, causing him to swear under his breath.

“You’re the only girl I ever want to fuck.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes with a smile on your face.

“I better be.”

He’s chuckling now, a big lopsided smile plastered on him, and a little less tense.

You’re raising your hips again, grabbing his thick cock and placing it under you. With your panties pushed to the side, you drag the tip of his cock against your wet folds, causing you to clench around nothing. The excitement and nervousness was causing you to shake a little, and he was immediately able to notice it. He grabs you by your wrist, your eyes follow along his arm and fall onto his face.

“If you don’t want to do this, don’t force yourself, okay?” He’s looking at you, his eyes soft and concerned for you. A whole different side to him.

You smile at him, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips—completely forgetting your meaning behind kisses and catching him off guard.

“I want this as much as you do.”

He’s looking at you, nodding his head with a dazed look, questioning his whole existence.

Did this mean…? Or was it an accident?

He still shouldn’t try to initiate another kiss from you—what if you just leave him again?

…Right?

Before he could get his thoughts together, he was already feeling your pussy wrap around the top portion of his cock. You’re letting out a whine as you slowly ease yourself down on him, just like you would with your toy. Yoongi hisses at you tightly squeezing onto him—god it was making him go insane.

“Y-yoongi,” you gasp, “t-too bi-g!”

You stay still on top of him, squeezing onto him uncontrollably as you wait for yourself to get used to him. Having him inside you definitely confirmed he was on the thicker side; it immediately had you rolling your eyes back at how full it made you feel. Although you weren’t moving, you were a little noisy—little mumbles of swears and his name or airy whines. It turned him on a lot, and it took a lot in him to not take over right now.

“Good girl,” he grunts, eyes focused on the look at your face. “You take me in so good.”

Your face felt hot, your mind was fogging up. The feeling of being stuffed was too good, but you were wanting something more. Your hips, as if you had no control over them, started to grind against Yoongi’s. You lean back, holding yourself up by placing your hands on top of Yoongi’s thighs. Your mouth hangs open as your hips move in circles.

“So pretty, baby,” he coos.

His eyes couldn’t leave at the view of your pussy sucking him in. It’s like you didn’t want him to ever remove himself from you. He takes his hand to move the front part of your panties to the side, exposing more of you. He brings his thumb to his tongue and gives it a little lick before bringing it back to you. He presses his thumb against your swollen and sensitive clit, drawing circles around it.

“Yoongi!” You squealed, your hips stuttering.

“Keep moving baby, you can do it.”

You’re begging for who knows what and mumbling his name in between. The sweetest moans and whimpers escaping your mouth was all music to his ears. He could listen to this all day.

The sight of you nearly losing yourself from his cock, how noisy you were from just barely grinding on him—Yoongi loved it all.

Fuck, he really loved it all.

He craved for more, though. This wasn’t enough.

“God, I can’t hold back. I’ve got to kiss you.”

He’s extending his arm out to you, placing his large hand behind your neck, pulling you closer to him. You press your body against him as you lay on top of him. Your lips immediately find his. He’s kissing you with hesitation, afraid of you pulling back and ending it all. But your arms travel to its way to wrap around his neck, holding him close to you. It gave him the sense that you were okay with this. Both of his hands slither to the sides of your ass, gripping onto them as he spreads them apart and slaps your ass with a loud smack. His hands end up resting on the top of your ass, guiding you up and down as you bounced on his cock.

You’re groaning in pleasure, head going blank. He was kissing you as if he wanted to make sure he memorized every curve of your lip, the way your tongue felt as it was trying to fight for dominance with his, and how it felt too good to suck on your tongue to get a moan out of you.

He’s already pulling away, but your body didn’t want him to stop.

“Yoongi—,” you whimper with a pout on your lips, eyes glassy, “—more please.”

“More what, baby?”

“Just kiss me again, please–,” you whine.

He thought he was going absolutely insane.

Just those few words made his chest feel so heavy.

While keeping one hand on your ass, he takes the other and brings it to the back of your head, crashing your lips against each other. You keep yourself there, his hand moving back to your ass to help you move down on him as his hips continue to thrust upwards into you.

You’re moaning loud. Way too loud. And all he could do was swallow your moans—tongue exploring all over the inside of your mouth— or press his lips hard against yours. You part away from his lips, burying your face against the crevice of his neck.

“Yoongi—ah-,” you squeal, “fuck, please—!”

He’s chuckling at the way you weren’t making sense, mumbling anything that you could even spit out. It was cute—he was making you go dumb in the brain.

“You’re doing so good, baby—fuck,” his hold on your ass tightens, as he’s thrusting into you even harder.

He could feel your movements slowing, getting tired. It came to the point where you held your hips high while hovering over him, letting him thrust upwards as you’re leaning over and moaning into his neck.

With a couple more thrusts, he’s easily sliding out of you.

“Yoongiii—,” you whined, but he ignores it. Instead he’s sitting you two up, standing up and holding you up with his hands under your bottom, turning around and laying you on the bed this time. He pulls you down closer to the edge of the bed by your legs. You’re slowly pressing your legs together, missing him being in between you.

“Don’t leave,” you mumble softly with a pout on your lips. Your eyes glistening yet were filled with lust.

Yoongi’s eyes soften as he looks at you with adoration. He could feel his heart become fuller. And the urge to wrap his arms around you just to squeeze you tight become stronger.

Fuck—call him crazy because he must be really in love with you.

He had to make you his—it just felt right to have you.

He’s moving your legs to the side, allowing him to lean over and peck a soft kiss on your lips.

“I would never.”

Yoongi stands up straight, removing his hoodie and t-shirt to reveal his toned torso. He then sheds off his sweatpants and boxers, standing completely naked in front of you.

He’s tugging onto your panties, helping you remove them and tossing them somewhere in your room.

“This—,” he starts to push up your baggy shirt, “—off.”

You lift your arms and head up as he helps you get the shirt off of you, but your arms immediately fall on top of your breasts, covering them up.

His eyes roam around your body, taking mental photos for him to think about later.

“Don’t hide, baby,” he hums, taking his hands to pull your legs apart, exposing the lower part of your body. His hands go for yours, removing them from your breasts and pinning your hands above your head.

“Yoongi—!” You squeal.

“God, I’ve been waiting for these especially.”

He’s staring too hard at your perky, soft tits. A silver metal bar with two balls at the ends of it pierced right through both of your nipples. He knew you had them; he saw them right through your top the first time he met you. He just wanted to see it all underneath and in-person. Fuck, you were sexy. Too fucking sexy. Just looking at you makes him way too goddamn hard—he could probably just cum just like that. Even earlier with just your oversized t-shirt and your hair down, you were just as sexy.

He keeps one hand around your wrists and takes his free hand to your left breast, gently massaging it with your nipples in between his index and middle finger. He leans down to encase your hard nipple in his mouth, swirling his wet tongue around it, fiddling with the little piercing, before sucking on it.

You let out his name in an airy moan, arching your back instinctively. He releases you and moves his head higher, placing his lips on the soft skin of the upper part of your breasts, sucking and nibbling on it until it turns a nice shade of red.

“My pretty girl,” he’s mumbling against your skin.

He’s leaving a trail of kisses that lead to your other breast, switching hands so that he’s now groping the other breast he was just giving love to. Yoongi flattens his tongue against your nipple, allowing it to graze against it before he's using the tip of his tongue to draw circles around it. It seemed like it wasn’t much, but the sensations you were getting from it was just making you wetter. Your nipples were just so sensitive that your little moans and gasps were inevitable. Soon, he’s marking you up—a couple of love bites scattered around the flesh of your breasts.

“Yoongi—want your cock—please,” you mumble.

Pulling away, he looks at you—helpless and vulnerable underneath him. No bratty attitude or little unnecessary comments. Just you begging—wanting him and just him. It’s a sight he could definitely get used to.

He lets go of your wrists, but you keep them there. He’s grabbing his length, giving it a couple strokes before he runs the tip down your slit to collect your wetness, causing you to shiver.

“Anything for you, princess,”

He’s lining up himself in front of you, the tip slowly starting to sink in.

“Let me know if you want to stop–please. The last thing I want to do is hurt you,” he’s leaning over, head positioned next to your ear.

You nod your head, not trusting your mouth as he’s slowly sinking in. You’re scrunching your face, wincing a bit from still not being used to his size. He waits again for you to adjust again, making sure you’re doing okay.

He’s spreading your legs apart more, pushing your bent legs down to make more space. His hands rest on your waist, pulling back to slide himself out before going back in slowly. He was treating you as if you were fragile, his thrusts more gentle than how he was earlier. Despite how vocal you are with your little whimpers, it still wasn’t enough for you.

“Yoongi—more,” your eyes flutter open, “fuck me like I’m your slut.”

Your words threw him off, but it did manage to make him feel something.

He pulls all the way back and rams himself back into you with a hard thrust. You let out a loud moan of his name, eyes rolling back and closed shut. He keeps himself at a steady pace, making sure his thrusts are hard enough to get you to keep babbling nonsense.

“‘Like you’re my slut’, hm?” He’s chuckling, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip, tugging it gently. “Guess I forgot my baby likes being rough,” he starts to push him thumb into your mouth, your lips instantly wrapping around it.

“Suck.” He demands, and you do it shamelessly. Your hands go up to your breasts, cupping them underneath before massaging them.

He’s admiring the way you looked again—stuffed both ways. You’re making a mess around him and his thumb, while you were fondling your marked up tits, and your pussy just can’t help but keep sucking him right back in. Fuck. It’s heavenly.

“You look so pretty, princess. I want to be the only one who gets to see you this way.”

He’s snapping his hips harder, grunting with every move. He’s removing his thumb, but your mouth hangs wide open.

“Yoongi—fuck—ngh—!” You’re whining a lot, chanting his name as you beg for no reason.

“Yeah? Is my pretty slut going to cum?”

He brings his thumb to your clit, applying some pressure onto it before he starts rubbing it in circles. You were feeling lightheaded, vision blurry as tears started to form in your eyes. He thrusts into you as hard as he can, the sounds echoing off the walls.

“—Nnghh—Yoon—gi!” You choked.

He’s hovering over you, his free hand next to your head as it’s holding him up. Your thighs were almost pressed against your chest, sort of folding your body in half. This position allowed him to penetrate you even deeper, hitting you in all the right places.

“God!” He slams himself, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, “fuck!”

Yoongi quickens his speed with his thumb on your clit, making you clench tightly around him. He knew you were about to come. He’s already memorized your signals from earlier. You were on the brink of doing so, and he was just about at his limit too.

“‘m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he growls into your ear, “sluts like you like that, huh princess?”

“Please—!” You squeak, “want it so bad!”

Fuck—that does it.

He just couldn’t say no to you.

He’s standing up straight, hands back on your waist to hold you steady. If it was even possible, he was drilling into you even harder and faster. Eager to get the two of you to cum. You grip onto his muscular arms, fingernails digging into his skin, arching your back. Your panting becomes louder, but the obscene, wet squelching noises start to drown your moans. The knot inside you was about to come undone, you just couldn’t handle it anymore. With another moan of his name—and a couple other words—, you finally reach your high, cumming on his cock.

Yoongi could’ve sworn you mumbled a little ‘I love you’ as you came undone. Triggering him to not be able to hold it in anymore. He stutters in his movements, taking a couple long thrusts before he releases load, painting the insides of your walls white.

He gives you a couple weak thrusts, wanting to keep his cum deep in you before he removes himself. As he pulls out, he watches the mixture of you both slowly spill out of your abused hole. He’s running to grab a kleenex from on top of your dresser, cleaning up the mess you two have made.

Before he could even ask you if you were okay, you were fast asleep. You just couldn’t help it when your body was just so exhausted.

He’s chuckling at your sleeping figure, finding it cute that you fell asleep right after fucking.

—

Yoongi lifts up the notebook paper up to his face, squinting at the words scribbled onto it.

‘Thanks for the night. Went out for a little, so feel free to leave whenever. I’ll take care of cleaning :)!’

Fuck.

A ‘one-night-stand.’

Yoongi scoffs in disbelief.

He got played by you.

A quick fuck and that was just it.

He’s running his fingers through his dark, disheveled hair, hand moving down to rub his face. He groans into his palm, plain annoyed.

He’s quickly getting up, putting his sweats over his boxers as he searches for his hoodie.

Standing there near the edge of the bed, his eyes scan the room to see it nowhere to be found.

Perhaps you wore it out?

He's smiling to himself, the thought of that happening actually making him feel giddy.

He opts to just wear the shirt he was wearing underneath, dragging his feet across the floor as he heads over to open your bedroom door. It then finally hit him that he had the freedom to roam around your apartment, wait for you to come back home, or make an attempt at figuring out where you might’ve gone.

He entered the awfully quiet living room, your papers still scattered on your coffee table.

He could still smell the faint aroma of coffee that’s lingering in the room, as if someone just recently made a fresh cup of coffee—he knew you still had to be around here or that you had just barely left.

Yoongi’s looking around, checking to see if you’ve taken your keys with you—nope.

But you did leave the door to your balcony open.

Ah-ha…

And there you were.

Outside on the small balcony of your apartment, body against the railing. You were watching the calmness of the morning, or whatever that was out there, with a coffee mug in your hand. He’s walking up to you, admiring how tiny and cute you looked, drowning in his hoodie before pressing his back against yours. He wraps his toned arms around your shoulders. He takes his hand and cups your chin, tilting your head back so that you can see him upside down. Yoongi brings his sleepy face close to you, pressing a firm yet tired kiss against your lips. Your lips immediately reciprocate, feeling his hand that was on your chin slide down to your neck. He pulls away with a low groan—either because of you or that he's tired (probably a mix of both).

You tilt your head forward, looking back at the mellow street.

“Too much creamer,” he mumbles sleepily, licking his lips. He brings his head next to the side of yours, resting it on top of your shoulder. His breath hits against the side of your neck as he exhales.

You chuckle at his comment.

“Did I scare you?”

Yoongi’s quiet for a second, tightening his hold around you. He brushes his lips against the side of your neck, then leaves gentle kisses on the same spot.

“A little…but I am at your apartment, so I would’ve waited for you to come home.”

You’re smiling big.

Damn. He got you. He’s really got you smiling like a whole doofus. Guess you didn’t think this through.

“Ah—,” you groan with a laugh afterwards, bringing up your hands to push him away, “go home already.”

His hold loosens as you push your way free. He’s chuckling too as he watches you walk away all flustered and to the door. He’s quick to catch up with you, closing the door behind him as he enters. You don’t realize that Yoongi was still following you when you felt his arms wrap around your waist again once you set your coffee on the counter.

“There’s enough space for both of us here.”

“What makes you think I’d want you to stay here?”

He hums, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Mmm, weren’t you the one who told me that you loved me first?”

“It was in the heat of the moment.”

“Ah…,” he pauses, “and the kisses you were begging from me?”

“Also in the heat of the moment.”

Yoongi scoffs, turning you around so that you’re facing him. He’s bending down to pick you up with his hands under your thighs, sitting you on top of the counter. He leans in to kiss you slowly and you reciprocate, arms already wrapping around his neck.

When he pulls away, catching you with a little pout on your face which makes him chuckle.

“‘Heat of the moment’ my ass—you seemed to like that kiss and you’re giving me a look that’s telling me you want more, hm?”

You shook your head.

He leans in to peck your lips once, twice—a third time.

“Shouldn’t you be pushing me away since you don’t like me that way?”

You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head afterwards. A small pause of silence.

He wanted to hear you say it. Loud and clear.

“I do like…,” you mumble, trailing off. You turn your head away, looking over to the side.

“Louder for me, baby.” He takes his hand and brings your face to look at him again.

You sigh, rolling your eyes.

“You’re cute and all—,” you mumble, but quickly add on, “—but I want to get to know you more first.”

You watch the side of his lips slowly turn upwards. He’s smiling big, as if he finally won the gold medal in a marathon. Then he’s chuckling—both in relief and because of you being so cute.

‘Finally’ he thought. He’ll take what he can get.

“I told you baby,” he’s bringing his hands up to cup your face, a thumb caressing one of the sides of your cheek, “if I want something, I’m going to do whatever it takes to get it. Even if that means taking you out on a million dates to get you to be my girlfriend. That’s been my plan for the past few weeks.”

Rolling your eyes again with a smile. You pucker your lips, signaling for him to give you a quick kiss, which he does with no hesitation.

“You’re so annoying.”

With his hands still cupping your face, he squishes your face, your lips even more puckered which makes it hard for you to speak.

“I’m all yours, got that? I’m not going to have a one-time-thing with you.”

“You sure about that?”

“You really think I’d just let you go just like that?” He scoffs, with a smile. “You’re mine.” He’s removing his hands from your face, resting them on the sides of the counter top, trapping you in between.

“Okay, okay,” you snort with a chuckle, “d’you want breakfast at least?”

He’s eyeing you up and down, a small smirk on his face. You watch the tip of his tongue peak out, then licking his lips.

“Yoongi…,” you whine, “it’s too early,” you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face.

“It’s never too early, baby.” His hands move around to your waist, quickly embracing you into a tight hug, pulling you close to his body.

“Can’t you give me some more time to rest?”

He’s bringing his head to the side of your neck, lighting pressing his lips against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses from the base of your neck to below your earlobe.

“I’ve given you plenty,” he mumbles against your skin.

“God you really are annoying.”

“You still like me though.”

As if he already knew what you would say, he gently bites down on the spot on your neck that he's been stuck on, causing you to let out an airy yelp.

“—I didn’t say anything!”

“You were thinking about saying it.”

“How would you know?”

He’s laughing at your attitude—he found you so fucking cute. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, his breath hitting the side of your neck. He’s tightening his hold around you a little more, while you bring a hand to his head to comb your fingers through his hair and gently massage his scalp.

There’s a small pause of silence. It wasn’t awkward—in fact it felt comfortable between the two of you, almost as if it was needed. This was all sort of new to Yoongi, and he found himself liking this a little too much. Sharing the same bed, waking up to you still around and in his clothes, morning kisses, your little attitude that he enjoys poking at, and the warm and tingly feelings he gets when he’s wrapped around you.

Maybe this is what he needed in his life—someone to finally smack him around and hold him down. Make him work harder than usual to get what he wants—or not give him immediately what he wants. Someone who will switch things up and surprise him. It just so happens that out of everyone he’s hooked up with, you managed to do all of that—and now you even got him wrapped around your finger.

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(Same person who requested the pent up leon & ftm reader with a baby :3)

i NEED more zuko content , uhh so how about zuko and (ftm) male reader have two kids already (twins) and they're really young, even them both already having kids zuko atleast wanted one more, and as soon as the twins started asking for a baby sibling he went wild that night

"You heard them? One more can't hurt, and they'd be so so happy.."

You can choose the kinks ! Have a good day ♡

I'm always happy to provide Zuko content hehe, and breeding is one of my faves AH FUCK i POSTED IT TOO SOON

Zuko loved seeing you with your kids. The two girls that you had given him, cute little identical twins. The cold darkness of the palace, now filled with the cute shrieks and giggles of his daughters. Meetings with his advisors interrupted by the pitter patter of tiny feet coming into the throne room, so he just continues the meeting with both of them snuggled onto his lap. And the way you took care of them, made him fall even more in love with you. The praise and care, the way you carried them on your hips. He was so proud of you, and of his girls. They were both firebenders, not that he cared. He'd love them either way. But tonight, as the four of you lay there, the girls making flower crowns in the meadow outside the capital volcano, the topic of siblings came up. "Papa? Can we have another sibling?" One of your girls, asked, in the her innocent voice. Which caused the other one to chime in. "Yeah! I want a brother too!" Both you and Zuko exchanged a look, your faces clearly flustered. You changed the subject for now, and you after a few hours, you carried them back to the palace, and tucked them into bed. As soon as you left their room, you felt a hand on your hip. Squeezing. Grabbing. And then you were pushed up against a wall, with Zuko's lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin on your neck. "What do you say, my firefly? Shall we give them another sibling?" His voice is deeper, laced with lust. You remember how he got you pregnant the first time, how he went almost feral at the idea of seeing you all swollen with his kid. You're pretty sure that his incessant pounding of your hole, and the amount of cum that he poured into your hole, was the reason why you had twins. And you were probably gonna get the same treatment tonight. He didn't even wait until you got into your shared chambers, he just pushed you against the wall of the hallway. Despite your soft protests that somebody might see you, he pulled your clothes off. "No one's gonna see us, and even if they do, I'm the FireLord. What can they do? I'm the leader, and I need to fuck another heir into my prince consort. You'll let me, won't you, baby boy?" Well you did let him. His cock was in you before long, and you stopped caring about whether or not it felt good. You just moan and whimpered and cried out his name. "Such a tight hot pussy, all for me. Gonna get your pregnant again, my love. Shall we try for triplets this time?" You didn't argue. His cock felt too good, the veiny surface stimulating the sensitive spots inside you. And you squeezed him so good, your pussy needing to be filled with his hot cum, to be pumped full of his heirs again. You cried out his name, needing him to fuck you harder. Which he happily obliged. Slamming into your pussy, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the hallway, as he didn't let up. He was determined to get you pregnant again, to fill your womb up with so much cum that you had no choice but to carry his babies again. He loved your first pregnancy. Watching your belly grow, from the small little bump, barely noticeable. To the swollen belly in the last trimester. He loved it all. And he was desperate to see it again, which was obvious in the thrusts. He was thrusting like a man starved, revelling in the mewls and whimpers leaving your lips. His cum poured into you, spurting seed into your womb. But he wasn't done. Keeping his cock in you, he carried you the rest of the way to your chambers, leaving the small amount of cum that had leaked out of you for the servants to clean up. He lowered you down onto your shared bed, and kissed your neck, rolling his hips inside you again. It's clear you weren't going to leave his arms until you were stuffed with enough cum, that he was satisfied that you were definitely knocked up again.

#ftm reader #male reader #x reader #zuko smut #zuko x male reader #zuko x reader #zuko x ftm reader

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arminsumi · 8 months

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22 with toji? >___< i love mamaguro but sometimes i be thinkingggg..

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

A/N: ughhh ikr 🤤😔 ik this goes without saying (hopefully) but y'all don't cheat 😵‍💫 read fiction about ur fave anime boys cheating with u instead lmao

Wc ≈ 800

Pairing: TOJI Fushiguro x f.reader

Summary: you and Toji getting up to no good in your favorite hotel room

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, smut, infidelity, pns (baby, slut, bitch) cheating kink, slight size kink, nasty dirty talk, slightly mean/rough Toji, taking condom off (mutually consensual), breeding kink, slight hairpulling, one ass slap (why is it always just ONE lmao), kinda rough/manhandling but not rlly, daddy kink, prone bone/from the back, lmk if i have missed anything <3

♪ i keep going back to this hotel room...

Damn you, he thinks while squeezing himself into a condom that’s very slightly too small for his size.

You’re to blame – to blame for being spellbinding, bewitching, entrancing, irresistible, alluring… he never thought about straying until you showed up one day in the office, pretty smile and naughty glint in your eyes.

“Fuck me…” he seethes when he sinks into your tight pussy – so happily spreading your legs for him on the hotel bed. With how many times you two have come and gone through this room on weekends, you’re pretty sure the receptionist has figured out what happens behind those closed doors.

“ ‘s so fucking sexy when you arch your back like that for me, pretty thing.” Toji grunts, splitting you wide open on his cock. “ ‘missed me?” he asks cheekily, feeling how much you’re gushing for him after such simple touching earlier – he had kissed you like he was starved of the taste of your lips, touched you like he’s never laid hands on a female form before. It made sense why he acted so needy, you hadn’t seen him for two weekends straight after all.

“Mhm! Missed you so much…” you moan into the pillow, bringing your hands down to spread your pussylips so you can take his cock better.

His cockhead always glides in so nicely, but halfway in his length got so thick that your pussy just spat his cock out. He always chuckles when it does.

“ ‘been too long, baby, ‘gotta stretch out that pussy all over again. Make it remember daddy’s cock.”

Toji tightly pins your waist down into the mattress, just feeling a fraction of his strength turns you on. Yeah, you’ve met strong guys before – but Toji was fucking strong. He could toss you into any position he wanted, he could make you feel weightless at times.

Those calloused hands know your body better than your own. He knows which sweet spots to his to make you cream, what pace makes you claw at his biceps, what dirty talk makes you cum. He knows everything about your body. He almost doesn’t wanna admit it, but he knows your body better than his own wife’s.

“Fuckin’ slut, look at you going dumb on my dick already. Keep it together, we just started.” He chuckled meanly, giving your ass an encouraging smack to bring you back to earth. “What? ‘This position too much for you?” he asked rhetorically – because he knew damn well that you couldn’t handle him pressing his weight onto you from behind like this.

“Nooo, I can take it!” you squeak, biting the hotel pillow as you hug it for support. He always feels so good that you need some form of comfort. The feeling of his fat tip nudging against your sweet spot and throbbing there makes you say some nasty shit that makes him smirk. “Fuuuck – just fuck me alre – fuuuck, mhm! Like that! Like that!” you sob into the pillow when he fulfils your wishes and pounds into you from behind like an animal.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and gently pulls your head back, making his lips meet your ear – scar grazing against your skin. “Don’t go all quiet on me. I know how fucking nasty you are – what’ve you been wanting to tell me huh? I know you missed me bad.”

His cockhead hits the spot that makes you spill the truth. “Fuuuck – daddy fuck me like I’m yours.” You said, “F-fuck me like I’m your wife.”

“Shit… dirty fuckin’ bitch, you talk like that and you’re gonna make me cum.” He breathes heavily into your ear, sweat already beading off his abdomen with his intensely he’s rutting into you. “You really like me, huh? Haha, yeah, I know – it’s so cute. So cute that you cum so much on this cheating cock. Uh-huh, don’t get shy on me now – we both know we get off on that. Just be honest with yourself – there we go, that wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

He groans, big arms entangling with your body. You can feel his muscles twitching, you can smell the scent of his cologne and sweat and sex all mixing in the air. And him? He’s burying his head into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. Your perfume drives him nuts, it makes him dizzy like he’s some lovesick teenager.

Everything he holds back from telling you, he admits when he’s pussy-drunk and about to cum. “Fuck, sweet thing, ‘wanna give you a baby. D’you want that? Yeah? F-fuck really? You sure? You want my babies? Shit alright, I’ll give you a fucking baby t’night. Don’t tell her it’s mine.” He said, tugging his cock out of your pussy despite your walls hugging him like they were trying to keep him in there forever.

You reach behind you and pull off the condom yourself, and he just watches, half-drooling at the sight, before plunging back inside you and doing what he promised – giving you his babies.

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ravenslvt · 8 months

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Hi hi! Can I pls request NSFW alphabet for König? :D he's my fave. Thanks!

KÖNIG NSFW ALPHABET ☆

💗i’ve never done one of these but i’m in total könig fucking obsession rn so i cannot wait for this one. for reference i’ve only seen the mw2 campaign which he was not in but this is my sort of take on him so it might be ooc so apologies in advance. pure smut💗

(got this from a template online:) )

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

even after fucking you, he won’t leave you without a cleaning and knowing if you are ok. if you’re still awake, he’ll offer a shower, a towel, or some food. or even just come comforting cuddles until you both drift off to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he didn't like to show it but, he loved his own cock. he never realized how large he was until he met you. your eyes widened the first time you'd seen it. he had a look of satisfaction on his face for days, though no one could see it behind his mask. he was humble about it though, knowing it's only for you to have.

he loves your whole body, but mostly your thighs. he loves when you're laying in bed, too tired or able to fuck him properly, he will shove his large, needy cock between your thighs, holding into your hips as he ruts into you. he'll do this until he finishes, but needs you even more after seeing his cum on your thighs. "fuck" he'd groan.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

some nights when you’re lazily fucking before bed, he’ll leave his cock in you after he cums, pushing it as deep as it can go before you both fall asleep. his arm wrapped around you in a seemingly innocent mannor.

he loves when you swallow his cum without even needing to ask. just watching your face of satisfaction makes him hard again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’d never admit it, but whenever you send revealing photos he goes fucking crazy over it. if he’s at work he’ll leave you on read for a bit to take care of his problem in the bathroom. he just wanted you so bad :(

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i don’t think my boy has any experience besides his own hand. once he met you he could cum from the thought of you. you had consumed his thoughts and he had already learned a decent amount from the internet, but the real thing was unbeatable. he got used to what you liked and is able to bring you both pleasure skillfully. he can fuck right.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

cowgirl: he’s such a large and tall man that it’s easy to get lost and overpower you, so sometimes he likes to let you ride him, he holds onto your hips as you slam onto him while he watches you intently, your face lost in pleasure.

he also loves fucking you when you’re on your back, he’s either standing at the end of the bed while you drag your nails on his bare back. or you’ll both be on the bed and he’ll be on his knees slamming into you. it’s even better with your legs on his shoulders and he can hit even deeper, taking control with the pace using his strength.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s mostly serious. well at first he was just nervous. but the second he had a taste of you he knew you had ruined anyone else for him. he likes to tease though, or pepper you with kisses through his mask, making you smile.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

it’s a straight line of hair, starting from below his belly button. (he says its natural) it’s dark and thick, perfectly accommodating his thick cock.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he is just entranced with you. he'll be slamming into you staring at your skewed up face and he won't have anything else on his mind but him inside of you. he'll kiss you and talk you through your orgasm. "come on, you can give me one more" he would encourage you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he’ll only do it when thinking of you or if you send him an intimate photo, to show him you missed him. (he sent a picture back of his clothed bulge in his uniform, telling you he’d be coming home soon) but he’d much rather just feel you in person.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

size kink: does this even need an explanation? this guy is fucking huge. he wouldn’t even dream of hurting you, but he will dominate you and ‘overpower’ you sexually all day. he will never forget the squeeze when he glided into you for the first time, not used to his size. you were gasping and clawing at him, he was too big. he just stares at you getting used to his size until you are comfortable enough for him to move deeper. he'll praise you telling you how good you're taking his thick cock.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

against the wall/on a surface: he loves being able to watch your face while he gives you exactly what you want, proving the ways he knows your body so well. the strength and control he has over you, he would never use it in a bad way, only to make you feel good. when you two bought your first home, the first place you fucked was the bare kitchen counter, boxes not even unpacked yet. you scolded him for making a mess on the counter and he just got horny again.

he’ll fuck you in the shower anyday, most likley holding you against the wall as he’s just so tall and big.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

the way you feel around and against him is engrained in his brain. anytime he gets distracted he will think of your mouth, your thighs, your-

he fucking loves it when you make noises for him. or when he's practically splitting you open on his cock. or the way you feel around him when you cum.

he also knows when he goes home he will always have you to come back to.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing that has to do with anyone else touching you. not that you would even let that happen. can you blame him? he only wanted you for himself. you didn't mind.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i think he’d love it either way. he loves you on your knees in front of him, gagging over how large he is, he won’t take his eyes off you. he wont stop rutting his hips until he finishes. (unless you tap his thigh to stop of course! he wouldn’t want to overwhelm his little toy)

but he LOVES going down on you. overtime he learned all your sweet spots and he will make you cum at least once (on his mouth) before actually fucking you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's just so large he has to ease in at first, not wanting to hurt you. he always has to stretch you out. (preferably making you cum once or twice beforehand with his fingers or mouth). but once you're used to his size and allow him to go he'll start rocking. he always gets too scared to use all of his strength, in fear of hurting you. you assured him you wanted it and he gave in, but being careful.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

no :( he wants to take his time with you! he wants to draw out so many orgasms for you until you can’t take it anymore :((

unless you’re teasing him out in public around his friends and he had enough and fucks you against the wall in the nearest private room until you’re apologizing, knowing they could most likely hear him slamming into you through the door along with your pleads for release.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

oh he wants to try everything you’re comfortable with. he wasn't picky as long as he could fuck you. sometimes out at dinner he'll tease you under the table, having to act normal in front of people.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

usually he could go for fucking hours. only tapping out once you’re satisfied. he’ll leave you dripping with his own cum until you’ve both had enough (which usually takes awhile)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he'd rather make you feel good with his own body. but if he wants to overstimulate you he won't hesitate to take a vibrator to your sensitive spot until you're a mess under him. you love to tease him too, sometimes setting the vibrator on the highest setting and edging his tip until he's begging.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh he is the fucking worst. sometimes he'll come home from a bad day and take it out on you, making you grind on his large strong thigh until you cum a few times, only then would he give you his cock.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s always making some sort of noise. it’s either panting, grunting, moaning, or straight up whining. when he cums he’s the loudest, especially when he’s inside you. he’ll say your name over and over with praises and curses until he’s rode out his orgasm.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s way too big for most condoms. that’s it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

well we all know this man has a humongous cock (cough cough long and thick). he is 6 foot fucking 10. enough said.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

will fuck for hours. he just has so much energy and need for you it consumed him. if he wasn't inside you, he was wishing he was :((

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

most of the time you pass out first and he follows suit, giving you a small kiss before cleaning the both of you off and going to sleep with you. he won’t rest unless he knows you’re comfortable.

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m4tthewsgf · 3 months

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Yeah yeah subby Matt dom Chris.....

No. These men are switches.

Don't get me wrong, Matt does give off sub vibes like I can easily imagine him being a whimpering mess underneath you, moaning out your name or pet names he has for you while riding his dick BUT you cannot tell me that this boy could not fucking destroy you. He'd overstimulate you, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you until you pass out. He'd bury his head in between your thighs, eating you out so hungrily as if you're his favorite meal. He may not be the type of guy to degrade you and call you names but he DOES dirty talk along with praising you. And ANGRY SEX W MATT??? You better be ready for some spanking and hair pulling.....maybe some choking w his tatted arm too? And don't even get me started on his breeding kink.

"Open your legs for me baby, I wanna taste that sweet little pussy of yours. That's it princess, wrap those thighs around me, suffocate me with em"

"I know you have another one in you sweetheart, let me make my pretty girl feel good. That's it baby, take my cock. So good to me, fuck"

"What was that, angel? I can't quite hear you while gagging on my dick"

"Fuck princess, your cunt is so perfect baby. Taking me so well, such a good girl...my best girl"

"I wanna fuck my babies in you so bad mama"

Now where do I start w Chris... He gives off freak vibes. He'd try every position there is. His faves would probably be 69, reversed cowgirl and obviously doggy. He's mostly an ass man but he does love tits and makes sure he gives them love as well. In contrast with Matt, he'd degrade you when he's in control. He'd dirty talk and call you names IF you enjoy it as much as he does. Spanking, choking, hair pulling, daddy kink.....you know the deal. HOWEVER, I feel like he'd be SO turned on by a dominant girl. To me, he seems to be very clingy and loving when he's in a relationship (that's how I imagine him OK?!?!?") so I can easily see him being submissive. I'm talking about calling you ma/mama every time you ride him, begging you to even touch you, let alone cum, whimpering and moaning out your name. He'd also be willing to let you experiment on him. You could ask him if he'd be okay w you tying his hands or blindfolding him and he'd be SO down for it.

"Please ma, I wanna kiss you"

"I'll be your good boy, I promise! Let me touch you, ma, please! I wanna make you feel good!"

"I- I'm gonna c-cum! C-can I cum inside you, b-baby? P- Please?"

"I want your mouth on my dick mama, please! I'll be good, just let me feel your lips around me baby, please! I promise I'll be good!"

"Yes! Please, tie me up. Use me for your pleasure baby, do whatever you want to me"

DONT TELL ME YOU DONT SEE THE VISION. I NEED MORE FICS W THEM LIKE THIS, PLEASE.

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popponn · 3 months

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idk if you accept requests but i badly want to read the blue lock boys with the orange peel theory going around on tiktok 🥹

notes: anon, i was in a slump and then you come with this, please know i cant get it out of my mine for 2 whole nights. so, please have this, i hope u will enjoy it & your fave is there. also shoutout to @doobea for helping me with rin & barou esp <3 aso for standing my yappings. warning: none, post canon au in mind, reader's gender unspecified.

character: isagi, kaiser, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin, sae, barou + bonus

isagi

sweet boy will do it with a smile. is not the tidiest but you can now eat your orange while sharing with him. has a vibe that he is sort of used to doing this somehow. a total win still. if you do the same for him he will get flustered. also asking this is one of the quickest ways to get mr. egoist switches to mr. sweetheart boyfriend.

“Eh, why are peeling one too? I already… for me…?…I, uh—I see. Thanks… I—I am… give me a second.”

kaiser

you are the one who will peel for him—unless you throw a fuss and give him a silent treatment because this guy's pride is no joke. he can, he just doesn't want to. but to appease you and gain back his rightful spoiling, he will. afterward, at least, he learns his lesson and when you are about to peel one yourself, will take it and peel it beautifully for you like a second nature.

“…the fuck are you staring at? Just take it. You are about to eat it anyway, right? Then what's the big deal?”

bachira

yes, he will no question asked but is it worth it. probably will make a mess out of his energy. you will be laughing along with him somehow though so it is worth it. having the sunshine doing anything in front of you is a guaranteed smile-inducing routine. as for the orange, please do switch to other alternatives, for example: kisses, as suggested by him.

“Isn't this better than orange? Huum, huum! More healthy, sweeter too, right? Another one?”

chigiri

depending on his mood, you will either get a very cute orange peel or a half-peeled orange (at best) you have to finish peeling yourself. on the former, you get a smug bf who will feed you like it's a pocky stick. on the latter, you better be the one feeding him while hugging and cuddling him. multitask somehow. also, give him kisses because he is called a ‘princess’ for a reason.

“Ah, being in your arms being fed like this… yeah, yeah. I know don't worry. I will repay the favor.”

nagi

realistically, you will be the one peeling it for him and forcing him to eat one. because why would he even touch one? he is too lazy for that, nothing personal. but, let's say he really, really loves you: he still won't, he will just give you orange-flavored jelly in replacement. it does come from a place of love though, he genuinely thinks it's less troublesome to eat and, hence: better.

“Eating that is troublesome. It taste the same too. We can also do it while kissing. Mouth to mouth. Better right?”

reo

normally, will get a servant to peel it for you and him. though: can he do it? will he do it if it must be him? no question asked, absolutely will, all while chatting and staring at you with so much love. totally mr. k-drama male lead. you and your premium orange are in good hands.

“Oh, man, you are sometimes really …huh? Nah, I mean, I like doing this. It's just now I feel like I have to do this every time, so… yeah.”

rin

the first time, he will click his tongue and mess up. he will crush the orange. better never speak of it again, just know he loves you wholly despite everything. then a week passes and suddenly you will get a professional competitive orange peeler part-timer. without asking. just eat your orange. unless you are sick of it or it makes you actually sick.

“Did the orange taste good? … good. Nothing. You just look… nevermind. Do you want another one?”

sae

will he or will you. realistically, no? there are two possible reasons: 1) he can't. his whole stat is in soccer. 2) “you can't?” aka is it worth it getting judged by him. in case #2 though, just act cute and aim for his soft spot for you, he will fold and peel it with you pressed to his arm. he will grumble or glare but that's just itoshi-esque tsundere.

“You can't do something like this yourself? This will be the only time I’m doing this… Also who told you to move away?”

barou

our king. will peel the skin and the white fiber for you. tidy peels and if you know your way around his heart—you do just smile or blink and he is gone—he will also feed you. 10/10 execution no notes. probably will do this in kotatsu, dinner tables, and other domestic settings that are not bed while being a tsundere.

“I’m doing this just so you don't make a mess, got it? Also, scoot closer, your leg is kicking me—what do you mean I’m lying?!”

bonus

kunigami will, both before and after wc because you are his world. the difference would be in his expression only and there is that because his love for you would never change. shidou will but genuinely, please just peel it yourself. aiku will, not without teasing you though. gagamaru will either will or teach you how to eat the skin too. zantetsu wants to do it, but it will be really messy so please just don't. hiori will do it like a sweet boy, but if he is in his sadistic mood he will tease you for a bit before finally feeding you.

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ppeonppeonhan · 4 months

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The Sexiest 2023 BL Scenes

I think we can all agree that there is an art to executing a sex scene -- and not everybody's an artist. This year, we (and, by that, I mean you) gif'd a couple of masterpieces that range from romantic to...educational. Here are the ones that live in my head rent free, in order of PG-13 to NC-17:

BEST ROLE-PLAY SEX: Bed Friend

If you had told me last year that incorporating cat ears into foreplay would result in one of the hottest scenes in BL, I would've given you bombastic side-eye. But James, the actor who plays Uea, pulled it off, and is probably responsible for a lot of Amazon orders till this day. (Episode 6)

BEST BEACH-SIDE SEX: The Eighth Sense

This entire sequence was so beautifully lit in golden tones, with soft touches, and romantic moments. It almost made you forget about the depression plot. Almost. (Episode 6)

LONG-AWAITED SEX: Hidden Agenda

Joke yearned for Zo in a way that was borderline comical. From the moment Zo kissed Joke like he was trying to give him CPR and then promptly shoved him out of his apartment, I knew every kiss after that would have to come with a parental warning. I'm surprised Joke didn't move in. (Episode 8)

DO-OVER SEX: Love Class 2

The music for this sex scene was so perfectly matched with the caressing and hand closeups. And the fact that it happened after the initially-ghosted Joo Hyuk got Sung Min to reconsider made it even sweeter. (Episode 9)

BEST WET SEX SCENE: Kiseki: Dear to Me

I may have enjoyed Ai Di and Chen Yi's love story more, but Fan Ze Rui and Bai Zong Yi were helping us all live out our tall boy fantasies. When he mounted him with a soft bounce, I knew the gif Gods would giveth. (Episode 7)

BEST EUPHORIC SEX: Only Friends

Ray looked like he reached nirvana when he made love to Sand in that sardine can of trailer, so of all their sex scenes, this was my fave. (Episode 9)

BEST INSECURITY-INDUCED SEX: Only Friends

Say what you will about Boston -- and the fandom has said a lot lol -- but if you had to choose a cast member to get you off, you'd choose him in a heartbeat. And yes, this scene was grimey. He f*cked his friend's potential boyfriend in the backseat of his car after manipulating him into believing he was cheated on, but can you blame him? He was probably tired of always having to give and never receive. Plus, Top did this vibrating move that made me wonder who told Force to do that... (Episode 3)

GIF by wanderlust-in-my-soul

BEST CENSORED SEX: Wedding Plan

I'm still mad that this scene wasn't in the Youtube cut. It paints an entirely different picture of their dynamic and their personalities. But thank God for the gif'ers, otherwise I would've missed how ravenous they were when they weren't...wedding planning. 😳 (Episode 6)

BEST WHIPLASH SEX: Be Mine Superstar

To be clear, WE were the ones getting whiplash. One minute, we were watching a sweet love story between an innocent college kid and his idol crush, and the next minute we were watching a masterclass on how to bang your one-night stand (consensually) until he agrees to date you. It's like...Sir, I'm on the train. Could you give a bitch a heads up? (Episode 8)

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While I am generally envious of every single one of these experiences, I'm even more envious of everyone's knee strength and flexibility. I could never. Rollerblading has ruined me. If I tried half of these positions, I'd have to get physical therapy. 🙃

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blaisegun · 4 months

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★﹐ SLYTHERIN BOYS AS YOUR NEW YEARS KISS ．!

- pairing ୧ draco x gn reader , tom x gn reader , mattheo x gn reader , blaise x gn reader

- warnings ୧ none much but blaise’s was written with curly hair reader in mind. sorry blaise’s part is so long and poetic idk what happened there

- molly’s notes ୧ i only did those three cause theyre my friends’ favorite,, and ofc blaise cause hes my fave ♡ sorry if this is ooc,, i never really wrote for hp before ,,,, mattheos part is so short sorry kira

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DRACO MALFOY

he wasnt exactly planning to give you a kiss during the fireworks but it just kinda happened. he wasnt paying much attention to the fireworks, more on your excited face. he’d look at whatever fireworks you would point out but thats it. he kept his hand on your hip, happy to just be there with you. suddenly, you thought about new year kisses and how much you want to do that with draco. “draco, lets kiss!” you giggle out loudly so he could hear you through the fireworks. you looked at you with a shocked yet confused face. he heard you but he wasnt exactly processing what you said. “what?—“ he asked before he felt your lips on his. he eventually melted into the kiss; pulling you closer into a soft hug as the fireworks drew patterns behind you two.

TOM RIDDLE

he did not plan to give you a kiss during the fireworks. he didnt really understand why you wanted to kiss so bad no matter how many times you explained it. you sighed and let it go, accepting the fact he wasnt gonna kiss you. you didnt mind too much though. you were extremely focused on the fireworks; smiling and pointing them out. tom was watching you, he didnt care much about the fireworks. he thought it was okay. he would watch for a little bit just to make you happy. but he realized it wasnt enough. he could tell you were missing something. he could see it in your eyes. you still wanted the kiss. “hey tom look at that o—!” you pointed out before getting cut off by a small peck on your lips. he gave in. he gave you the kiss. now your new year was perfect.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

he was so excited to kiss you on new years. he was so excited to spend new year with you period. he was pointing out the fireworks with you, watching them with you, doing everything with you. he was running around the place with you to look for a better view of the fireworks. you two were laughing and smiling and it was amazing. he had his phone in one hand, to make sure he can kiss you at exactly 12am, and your hand in his other. then, the clock hit. he held you up high and spun you around, his lips on yours. you were caught off guard but you were happy. the kiss felt like it lasted forever, until he broke it. “happy new year, my sweet !”

BLAISE ZABINI

he knew he wanted to kiss you, he just wanted to wait for the right moment. he wanted your new year kiss to be absolutely perfect; he only wants the best for his precious. he smiled at your excitement; his rings shimmering when the lights of the fireworks hit them. you were happy, he was happy, and that was enough for him. he had his arm wrapped around your waist. he was anxious, he had no idea when the “perfect moment” would happen. but when he saw the light from the fireworks bounce off your hair, and the happiness in your eyes, thats when he knew it was the right time. he tilted your head to face his, giving you a soft yet passionate kiss. and suddenly the world felt quiet; like the fireworks lost sound and the only thing you could focus on was the warmth in your heart. it was sweet, it was happy, it was everything you two could ever dream of. it felt like all your worries melted away. and after what felt like a life time, the kiss ended and blaise took you back down to earth. “happy new year, angel. got a kiss from your favorite loverboy, huh?”

#blaisegun #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reade #blaise zabini #blaise zabini x reader

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seivsite · 11 months

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includes: various!bllk boys x gn!reader. how would bllk boys react to you ignoring them for hsr men? open to your own interpretation — wc: 467

Hoyoverse has finally released their new game, Honkai Star Rail. You’ve been eagerly awaiting this moment for the past two years. You’ve fallen in love with the male characters in the game because they’re hot. It’s as simple as that, really. It seems like you’ve been playing the game for far too long, and your boyfriend is needy for your attention.

“Damn, he’s so attractive! I can’t believe a man from a game could be this pretty!” you exclaimed, turning back to see your boyfriend’s curious and amused expression.

He couldn’t help but frown before pulling you off the chair and rushing you to your shared bed. He pinned you onto the bed and kissed your lips.

“I’m way better than him,” he pouted, looking down at your prone form, your face flushed with red, and avoiding his gaze. “Plus, I’m real and can give you every ounce of my love and affection,” he stated, kissing down your neck before finally lying beside you, guiding your body towards him and holding you tight, refusing to let you go.

“Okay, I get it!” you struggled in his grasp, but he wouldn't release you. “Hmm? Then why don’t you show me, angel?” he teased. You could only blush and stutter in response before he leaned in to kiss you and showered you with all the love that those stupid game characters can’t give you.

ISAGI, NAGI, HIORI, BACHIRA, CHIGIRI, RIN, (PRE WILDCARD) KUNIGAMI, REO, ARYU

“Pfft, that's funny, sweetheart. I don’t remember being in a video game,” he chimed in, leaning over your seated form to see your PC screen.

As he saw the characters, he said arrogantly, “Really? Did you forget that you have me? I’m way more attractive than him. Who can actually satisfy your affection needs? Unlike him, I could make love with you—” He was cut off by your hand covering his mouth.

“Okay, no more of that, please!” you shyly said in a slightly loud voice. “Are you shy, sweetheart? You weren’t so shy last night,” he continued teasingly before being smacked on the head.

KAISER, OTOYA, KARASU, AIKU, YUKIMIYA, (WILDCARD) KUNIGAMI, SAE, BAROU, SHIDOU

“Am I not enough for you, honey?” he asked, giving you sad puppy eyes because some video game characters had captured your attention more than him.

“What? Noo, you’re the love of my life! I’d never trade you for the world!” you replied, noticing his puppy eyes and feeling apologetic.

“I’m sorry, babe. I love you more, okay? Please don't be sad,” you said, pulling him into a hug as he nestled into your neck. “Give me hugs and kisses, and I’ll consider your apology,” he grumbled, and you immediately showered him with all your love for the remainder of the day.

KURONA, NIKO, NANASE, NESS, TOKIMITSU

NOTES. u can imagine your faves if they aren’t listed, i tried to add every single character i remembered at the top of my head. could be ooc for some characters doe.

TAG LIST. @rintosei @m8bius @yanqingisim

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vqnrouged · 18 days

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𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌 ── ᡣ𐭩

↳ 573 words

↳ ? . ݁₊ ⊹ .

↳ content | what it’s like spend time with your boyfriends tsum counter part, lilia tsum!

↳ i’ve been obsessed with reading the fics people have made with the boys and their tsums, they’re all so cute to read! so i made my own, with my fave of course! hope you all enjoy!

♱ ˖° this tsum will wiggle with joy if you give it kisses, hugs, or even just little pats on their head. and just as the true version of itself, it will relish in it. a single kiss is enough to make it snuggle right into your chest or neck, making it known that it wants much more of the affection you have to offer. now, sometimes it will make you work for it’s affection. there are often times you find it, or more like it finds you, and you have to go on a little chase to catch it. but, after you catch it, it will give you many cuddles as a reward! little nose kisses are also a cute thing the tsum gives you, it will jump up just to place a little kiss on your nose! you’ve never really understood why it does this, but then again have you ever really understood why your boyfriend does what he does either?

♱ ˖° lilia finds it adorable you get along so well with his tsum, its love for you does not go unnoticed. and due to that mutual feeling, they often team up to scare or launch a sneak attack of affection on you. however, most often it becomes the latter, which you don’t mind at all. and it always happens at the most unexpected times, for example when you’re hanging out with ace and deuce. the four of you, including grim, will just be having a nice lunch break together in the cafeteria when your boyfriend and his tsum counterpart appear behind you to give your group a light scare. the rest of your group nearly jumped out of their seats, which gave lilia a good laugh. but, the little lilia tsum was quick to hop onto your shoulder and smile with it’s eyes, showing you that it was just a mere joke. your boyfriend was also soon enough teasing you about it, as well as your friends who sat there speechless about the random appearance of the diasomnia dorms vice housewarden. and just before the fae disappears again, a small peck will be placed on your cheek along with a little boop from his tsum. truly, they are the cheekiest duo.

♱ ˖° the three of you also sleep together at night, the little tsum often being between the two of you. this is to quell both the needs of your boyfriend and his tsum, who both lay awake longer than you just to see your cute sleeping face. cuddling with the little tsum in your arms is by far one of the most heart warming sights lilia has seen in his life time, it almost reminds him of a time back when silver was younger. there were a rare few times that the boy would ever have a nightmare, but whenever he needed comforting, lilia was always there. sometimes he would talk with him til his eyes became droopy, or sit with him next to the bed while telling him stories of old until he finally went back to sleep. or even the young child would just crawl into his bed, latching onto the former general like a koala, which reminded him of you now. the feeling was so warm. he feels truly lucky to be able to experience such a love with you in his life time, even if he’s forced to share it with his tsum.

@𝐯𝐪𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐝 ♱

#@𝐯𝐪𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐝 ♱#lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia twst #lilia tsum #disney twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst #twst x reader #twst x you #tsum tsum #headcanons

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tmpestuous · 1 year

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Touch It

summary: bucky needs to feel your touch.

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 2.7k

18+; MINORS DNI.

warnings: smut, dom!bucky, needy bucky, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, rough sex, praise kink, dirty talk, explicit content, established relationship, some fluff

a/n: i have not written smut in a while so if this is basic i apologize… little cute needy bucky moments though cause he’s my fave

“I’m not gonna be gone for long, Bucky,” you giggled into his chest as Bucky wrapped his arms even tighter around you, refusing to let you out of bed.

“You’re not leaving,” he said stoically, trying to sound serious.

“I am leaving, for a week,” you looked up at him, still trying to break free from his grasp. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Wrestling out of his grip, you got up from your shared bed, making your way over to the bathroom. Bucky stared at you as you got ready, his forced pout not having as much of an effect on you as he’d hoped it would.

You were about to go on a small retreat that would only last a week; Natasha had planned it for the girls in your friend group to get a moment of relaxation. All of the men, of course, questioned their lack of an invitation, Natasha chalking it up to some reason involving watching the boys suffer without the women to act as their voices of reason. Bucky was the hardest one to crack, everyone fully aware he could barely last a full day without you, somehow sneaking his way into whatever space you were in just to spend as many extra seconds with you as he could.

This time would be no different.

After you had finally packed, Bucky had “come to terms” with your departure. He felt a bit more at ease knowing you had told him the location you’d be at (against Natasha’s wishes, of course) and it wasn’t too far away. Plus, if anything happened to you, at least he’d know where your last known location was.

Bucky stood in the doorway of the entrance to your house, greeting Natasha and Wanda from afar as they waited in the car outside your driveway. You put all of your bags in the trunk before making your way back to him, running your thumbs across his cheeks after cupping his face in your hands.

“Are you sure you have to go?” he attempted to plead once more, pouting playfully.

“You will be fine, Bucky,” you shook your head with a smile before you pecked his lips a few times. “You know where to find me,” you whispered, knowing Natasha would indeed do her best to find an entirely new location if she found out you told Bucky where you’d be.

“Oh, I’ll find you alright, bunny,” he spoke lowly, his mischievous tone almost forcing you to rush back inside the house and leave Natasha and Wanda behind. Your thoughts were interrupted by Bucky giving you another long kiss, this time with a lot more love than lust.

It was cut short, however, by Natasha honking the horn obnoxiously, making Bucky roll his eyes as you laughed a bit at her impatience. Giving one last goodbye kiss to Bucky, you made your way to the car and got in, waving goodbye to your boyfriend as he stood at the front door.

It had only been three days and Bucky was growing a lot more impatient than usual. Though he spoke to you every day at the same time, it wasn’t enough. An hour phone call didn’t suffice, and the fact that he had to wait til 5 fucking PM every day didn’t help him either.

Bucky loved every moment he got with you, but he also loved touching you.

He loved caressing your face, watching as you gazed into his eyes with the ones he adored more than anything. He loved snuggling his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you were occupied with something, getting a whiff of your favorite perfume and lotion scent that you knew he also enjoyed. He loved playing with your hair and massaging your scalp as your head laid on his chest, and most of the time having you fall asleep on him while he did so.

He loved his physical contact with you, and especially from you.

He loved when you tangled your fingers in his hair, sometimes focusing on getting any knots out of it. He loved when you absentmindedly drew circles on his torso as you laid together. He loved when you leaned into him as you walked together, or as you stood in a space together, or when you felt like you needed to get closer to him when laying with each other though you were probably already as close as possible.

Some of his favorite moments were more intimate, whether it was him under you and him—running his hands across your thighs, waist, ass. That, or when it was you under him, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer, forcing him in deeper.

Bucky craved it every second you were gone. Just a simple touch. And with each passing day, he only longed for it more and more.

The rest of the guys told him it would be over before he knew it, and he only wondered how they could possibly go this long without their partners without losing their minds. The truth was that you and Bucky were more than inseparable, everyone else’s relationships nothing in comparison to you both.

You enjoyed your space, of course, but your best moments were always spent with each other. That space only came when necessary, and this time, Bucky obviously felt like it was forced onto him. He needed to be next to you, even if for just a quick moment.

And that’s exactly what he was going to do.

Luckily, you had given him the address of the place you were going to, and on your first night, you had told him which room you decided to take, giving him a mini-tour of it while you were on your nightly video call.

Last door to the left, with a small veranda outside of it, he remembered.

After rushing to get himself dressed and almost forgetting to lock the front door, Bucky ran out to his car. He had no idea what had him in more of a hurry than usual, but his eagerness to hold you in his arms only reminded him why he was doing what he was doing in the first place. Bucky pulled out of the driveway, driving fast enough to merge onto the highway.

He hadn’t even noticed but he was speeding. Bucky was a fast driver—you had scolded him plenty of times for it—but he said it was necessary to get to where he needed to be in a timely fashion. He never excessively sped though, usually only going 15 over the limit. This time, however, he was going a swift 30 over, and didn’t seem to notice the cop car parked on the side of the highway.

You hadn’t talked to Bucky all day, letting him know last night that Natasha insisted on you taking an entire day break from the phone calls.

“You can go one day without talking to Barnes, Y/n.”

And she was right, you could, but you didn’t exactly want to. Nonetheless, you spent the entire day just thinking about Bucky, missing him a lot more than usual given the lack of communication.

Your days on this retreat were starting to get a bit blurred already and it was only lasting a week. Being stuck in the middle of nowhere should get anyone to try and keep themselves occupied, but most of the activities everyone was up for either didn’t interest you, ended up going horribly, or reminded you of something Bucky would more than likely be the best at doing.

Never had you been the person to make their entire personality revolve around their partner, but the forced separation only made you think of him even more. You missed the scent of his cologne, the sound of his laugh, the feeling of being wrapped up in his big arms that made you feel so warm and at ease.

Every night, he’d appear in your dreams, and you woke up every morning feeling more impatient for the end of the trip. Only tonight, that dream felt a little too real, almost like you could feel Bucky around.

This time, the dream was him knocking outside your window. Calling your name, but for some reason you wouldn’t get up.

Then your phone started ringing, shaking you out of your slumber. It was Bucky.

“Hello?” You picked up, still rubbing your eyes from the startle of your ringtone.

“Are you gonna keep ignoring me, princess, or are you a heavier sleeper than I remember?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turned around, seeing your boyfriend standing behind the door which led to the veranda outside of your room. You hung up the phone and eagerly rushed to the door, opening it and Bucky enveloping you in a warm hug before you could even get a word out.

“God, I missed you, baby,” he whispered in your ear, pressing a multitude of kisses on your shoulder and neck, before looking down and giving you a warm kiss. “I missed you so much.”

Giggling a bit, you shook your head. “You would think I’ve been gone for a month.”

“It felt like a month,” he said, pecking across your face, making your cheeks burn red.

“I missed you too, honey,” you said, not straying away from the clear questions in your head. “Now what exactly are you doing here and how did you not get spotted?”

Pausing from kissing all over you, Bucky led you inside and closed the door behind him. “I needed you, baby. I need you. And it’s 3am so everyone is definitely sleeping and I am a lot stealthier than I thought. Now, let me make you feel good.”

“You need me but you want to make me feel good,” you countered as he ran his hands under your shirt, rubbing your back lightly. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

He shushed you before taking your shirt off—one of his shirts actually—and laying you on the bed, “You talk too much.” Admiring your bare torso,, Bucky made sure no inch of skin was left untouched.

Kissing down your neck, across your shoulders and collarbones, down to your chest.

Sealing his mouth over each of your breasts, sucking on each of them tenderly and giving each of them an equal amount of attention.

Plotting kisses down your abdomen, sliding his way down to the hem of your pajama shorts. Sliding them off along with your underwear, Bucky discarded them to the floor before coming face-to-face with your sex.

Feeling the warmth of his breath against your core only heightened your arousal, forcing you to suppress the moan lodged in your throat out of fear of waking anyone else up.

Bucky slid his fingers up and down your cunt in an achingly slow manner, watching you squirm under his touch with a smirk on his face. “Baby’s so wet for me, already, huh?”

You nodded your head, letting out a small whimper before biting down on your lip as Bucky slid two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out just as slow as before.

He then put his mouth to work, sliding his tongue across your folds before latching onto your clit, sucking and slurping like the thirstiest man on earth.

Maybe it was the lack of touch for the last few days, but you had never felt this good before. Bucky took his time on you, not wanting a single moment to go to waste.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned out as he slipped a third finger in, cursing to himself in Romanian as he continued swiping his tongue and sucking on your clit repeatedly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, I’m close, baby, please.”

Latching onto your clit once again, Bucky sucked on it with the same incessant rapidness as his fingers, making you feel everything in your core and stomach before everything snapped. Squirming on his fingers and mouth as he didn’t let up on his actions through your orgasm, you failed at concealing the whimpers and moans making their way out of your mouth before he stopped, Bucky making his way back up to your face after licking up all of your juices.

“You’re being a little loud, dragă,” he spoke lowly before kissing you roughly, making sure you tasted yourself on his tongue before pulling away. “Do you wanna wake our friends up, bunny? You wanna make them hear how much of a horny mess you are for me?”

You shook your head as you looked up at him in a daze, still feeling the aftermath of your orgasm to the point that you didn’t even realize Bucky shed his own clothes off.

“You're gonna be quiet for me while you take my cock, right?” He said, running the tip of his member up and down your folds as you nodded profusely, wanting nothing but to feel him inside you. “I usually like hearing that pretty voice of yours, but we can’t get in trouble, baby. So you’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet.”

Then he slipped deep inside you, bottoming out without hesitation before pounding into you mercilessly.

You knew he was testing you, knowing you couldn’t hold back how good he always made you feel. He moved at an eager pace, thrusting in and out and seemingly getting faster with each thrust. You bit down on your fist, desperately holding back your moans as Bucky screamed praise in your ear for keeping up with his request.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl, staying so quiet for me when I know how bad you wanna let go,” he grunted in your ear. “So fucking tight for me always, you feel so fucking good. Is my baby gonna cum for me, hm?”

You let out a small ‘mhm’, the best you could do without cracking and moaning his name out. Bucky could see your struggle, pushing two fingers into your mouth, telling you to suck on them which you gladly did.

Feeling you clench around him, Bucky struggled to contain his own moans. “Milking my cock for me, baby, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up.”

You bit down on Bucky’s fingers as your own orgasm reached quickly, spasming and clenching around Bucky’s cock as he chased his own release, coming shortly after yours as he bit lightly onto your shoulder to prevent himself from being too loud.

Falling on top of you, he slowly slid out and looked down at you, your eyes still in that post-orgasmic daze that he loved seeing on you.

“You okay?” he asked, seeing you were a little too quiet now, but relieved once you nodded.

“I needed that,” you whispered up to him. “Thank you, baby.”

He kissed you lightly but passionately nonetheless. “I needed it too, bunny.” He took himself off of you, knowing he had to leave before morning came. You watched him get dressed again, in awe of him as you usually were.

“I’ll see you in a few days,” you said as he shrugged his jacket on.

“I can’t wait,” he leaned down and whispered against your lips before kissing you for a few moments. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Bucky,” you pecked his lips one more time. “Get out of here before we both get in trouble.”

Smirking at you, he made his way out of the door.

Four days later, you hurried everyone out of that house to finally get back home. Part of you wished Bucky would come back again, but he told you it was probably best if he didn’t. Whatever that means.

After forcing Natasha to drop you off first, you bid your farewells to the girls before running up the door. Unlocking it, you kicked your shoes off and set your bags down, calling out for Bucky’s name, though you got no response. It was early, so he may have slept in.

Making your way over to the mail set on the coffee table, you saw a little yellow slip with a pretty hefty dollar amount attached to it.

“A speeding ticket?” You said aloud to yourself, hearing someone’s footsteps stop on the stairs as you turned around, seeing a newly-woken up Bucky rubbing his eyes with a small smirk. “Speeding, Barnes? Really?”

“Welcome home, baby.”

tags @jessybarnes @barnesselo

#bucky smut #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky x you

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flwrshee · 8 months

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✉️ JAKE AS YOUR BF

duo ﹒ jake x fmr genre fluff wc 05k warnings not proofread

jake will not let go of you

i say that in most hcs but jake is glued to you

my boy will get scared when you let go of his hand for a second

hugging you anytime and anywhere

he wraps his big biceps around your small figure

clinging is arms on your waist is a must

sometimes you don't know whether he is a grown man or a toddler

head pats !!

he loves loves loves to ruffle and pat your hair

your hair is so soft for him

his hands never leave your hair

while your on his lap his hands are busying playing with your hair

ruffles you hair whenever he thinks your cute (basically all the time)

especially when you come back home and run to him

hugs you and ruffles your hair

jake has pictures of you everywhere

polaroids of you and him in his room, your picture in his wallet and even a separate photo album for you on his phone

he likes staring at you

he could stare at you forever and never get bored

jake observes little habits that you have

tucking your hair behind your ear, biting your nails and even the way you eat certain foods

he watches everything

calls you baby and babe

they are classics and jake likes them

"baby, we need to buy some strawberries."

"babe, what's for dinner today?"

"baby, please put this away for me."

"babe, your new dress is gorgeous."

jake uses them so much that it feels weird when he doesn't

you think he's mad at you when he calls you 'yn'

probably isn't a spam texter

spams memes though

he thinks its so funny when you give dry texts at them back

he knows you are laughing so hard irl

lots of 'i miss you' and 'i love you' texts

just to make sure that you know he is always thinking about you

good morning and good night messages are a must

its what you wait for when you wake up and before you sleep

jake is a half and half with calling and texting

but he loves to go on call before he sleeps

sleeping with your voice in the background helps him have a good night's sleep

however he texts you really silly and goofy things

memes that make no sense, keyboard smashes and just random pictures

did you see this video 😭😨

times like that make him cuter for you

jake is a kisser, a very good one

he loves physical touch so much

he basically cannot live with out it, especially when it comes from you

kissing your lips is a very normal thing for you and jake

it happens almost every where

his lips are just so cute and plump and always in a pout

he's so kissable, how can you not steal a quick peck?

he thinks you have the prettiest lips ever

addicted to them at this point

sulks when you don't give him kisses :(

loves taking you on dates

it's his favourite thing to do with you

picnic dates and dog walking dates are his faves

layla and your dog playing around while you and jake talk about random things

what could be better lets be honest

and picnics are the best in general

you cook lots of food for him

you love seeing the smile on his face when he eats your food

and he loves eating it

makes you kiss his lips, again

yes i know i just couldn't stop myself from writing that

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w2sology · 7 months

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can you do a harry dating headcanon pls? thank you!

headcanons are my absolute fave form of writing honestly 🤭

me + you, harry lewis.

summary: what it's like to date harry!

warnings: language, that's about it!

you guys have been together since you were quite young

probably around 16/17

honestly there could be different stories of how you two got together

harry was always outgoing, especially if it was just between you guys

he brought the energy out of you and it made you love him for all he was

having been together for such a long time, you definitely know almost all there is to know about each other

"she doesn't like tulips as much as she likes baby breaths, so maybe get some of those"

"hm, i don't know, harry's not too fond of buttons so maybe not that top"

introducing you to the boys was one of the most nerve racking things for harry

but he knew that if he loved you, then so would they

play fighting. no doubt.

it could start off with something like harry not giving you the tv remote

and from there it's just... full on wwe

but of course harry goes gentle snd trues not to hurt you

harry loves physical contact between you guys

like when you'd both be laying in bed under the sheets, he had to be touching you in some way

whether it was an arm around your body or his head on his chest, he'd be content with whatever

but there are sometimes where harry's insecure about his clinginess

he doesn't want to come off as too clingy or needy, but he wants to literally live in your skin

and you'd always welcome him with open arms, catering to his needs as well as you could

you two love to spoil the other, not even with just gifts, it could be something like affection, date nights, or something harry randomly came up with

having to deal with harry's random bursts of energy

also having to deal with broken chairs, controllers, and a whole lot more thanks to your boyfriend's game rage

having your own groupchat with the sidewomen and spilling all the goss and whatnot

harry wanting in on the goss

harry becoming one of the girls in the sense that he's always ready for whatever gossip you have for him

forehead kisses !!!! literally yours and harry's brand at this point

you hurt yourself? here have a forehead kiss. you had a good day at work? forehead kiss. you're looking pretty today? forehead kiss.

harry becoming visibly flustered whenever one of the boys mention you on camera

he goes all shy and smiley and shit

and everyone is in love with you two, they see how happy you make each other and honestly that's the most important thing

begging harry to get a pet but also having to school him on how to take care of one properly

baby feverrrrrrrr goes through the roof when you see how he is with olive

it's enough to make anyone's ovaries burst

"look at how tiny her feet are!─── why're you looking at me like that"

"we should have a baby"

"Y/N?????"

going on the most random dates

one week could be the movies the next could be go karting

going on girls trips with his sister, leaving harry feeling betrayed and sad (he hates sharing you)

both of you are the duo that everyone hates to look after when drunk, you're either giggly or obnoxious, but the good type of obnoxious

"they're on their what, seventh drink?"

"ethan, they've been at it all night, that's not drink number seven"

"for fuck's sake, someone cut them off ─── harry! get down from the fucking counter???"

complimenting him no matter what and he never fails to blush

literally just having a good time. you're relationship is so fun.

him using you as a sofa/bed and literally flopping down on you

you never complaining too much because you do the same

bickering non stop but knowing where the line is so it doesn't become a full blown argument

wearing his clothes all. the. time.

"babe, have you seen my beige hoodie─── of course you have it"

accidentally being in the frame of his streams sometimes and his chat going wild

hugs from behind !!!! harry always snakes his arms around your stomach and pulls your back into his chest, he finds those times of hugs much nicer

hand holding is a must, even if just your pinkies are holding on to each other

harry being a little shit and teasing you all the time (both in that way and not in that way)

he has a folder in his camera roll full of pictures of you

never failing to express to each other how much you love each other

#wroetoshaw #wroetoshaw x reader #wroetoshaw imagines #wroetoshaw imagine #harry lewis #sidemen #sidemen x reader #harry lewis x reader

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privitivium · 2 months

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Would afab!yan!mommy wake you up with his pussy infront of your face?

LMFAOOOO maybe. in my mind, it really is a probably, it just depends i think w sub / dom reader. these are my thoughrs . Take them. mother w dom reader, you want him to wake you up with him in your fave just to see him fluttering. what a way to wake up?!

sub motherly with dom reader... you being a deep sleeper in this scenario, the only way being able to wake up with the scent of his cunt right underneath your nose - akin to a dog sleeping and sniffing a treat. eyes staying closed, eyebrows furrowing and so eagerly lapping at his folds and startling him because he didnt expect you to start so quickly - before he instinctively settles himself and hunches over,,, your arms wrapping around his meaty thighs and pulling him to suffocate you with his pussy. suckling at his clit and swallowing his mess so eagerly as part of your breakfast he set aside for you...

but it could work with needy dom mother with sub reader more... him hovering his pussy over your face at the crack of dawn; him being all clingy and unable to wait for you. and every so slightly leaning down to rest on your lips... before your eyes flutter open and you're greeted with the sight of his slick fat folds spread apart by his nimble fingers. mother? mother giving you breakfast? he's so sweet. yawning, and he patiently waits for you to finish yawning before resting himself on you, paying no mind to your sloppy licking and suckling - giving you a break since you just woke up, blinking the tears of sleep from your eyes. yeah. he kisses you after you eat him out for breakfast 💪 telling you youre such a good boy, youre so sweet to me. or even you telling him thanks for the meal and sucking on his tit for a snack afterwards bro.

#motherly yan!#x male reader #male reader #yandere x male reader

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bigmouth strikes again

♡ pairing- best friend!steve harrington x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

♡ summary- steve doesn’t get jealous. ever. and when eddie ‘the freak’ munson tries to kiss you, he makes it his mission to split you open and show you who you belong to. but it’s totally not because he’s jealous,, definitely not.

♡ includes- SMUT, best friends to lovers, angst, pussy eating cuz it’s my fave, degradation, praise, jealous!steve, rushed bathroom sex, unprotected sex, (please don’t do that, use protection) spanking, shitty ending because you know me,,

♡ a/n- i was totally gonna make this a threesome including eddie, but decided against it :( seriously thinking of writing one of those now,,

Steve wasn’t jealous. Not at all. In fact, zero jealousy was looming inside of his mind even when ‘the freak’ Munson gave you heart eyes, practically pressing himself against you, letting all the prying eyes of the party ogle at the scene— god, Steve hoped that Eddie wouldn’t lean in for a kiss, he was so close, dangerously close and Harrington swore to all hell, he’d pour all of the contents of Eddie’s stupid lunch box down the fucking toilet bowl if he put his mouth on you—

Well, shit. Steve was totally jealous.

But how could he not be? The high school’s designated cult leader was flirting with his best friend! And yeah he wasn’t your boyfriend, but he sure as hell wanted to be, and seeing you all snug against Eddie’s chest, practically grinding against him while some Duran Duran song filtered throughout the house…Oh no, he was going in for the kiss,,

It didn’t take Steve long to be right by your sides, digging his palm into Munson’s shoulder and pushing him back with a surprising amount of force.

Poor King Steve was in deep.

“Get your fuckin’ mouth off her.” He grumbled, standing tall in front of you, shielding your body from his most deadly threat in that moment. Eddie blinked at him in a sort of disbelief, cocking his face to the side with hazy eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry-” he spoke, sarcasm practically dripping from the tip of his tongue, “I didn’t know y/n had a boyfriend.”

Steve stuttered over his speech, shifting from foot to foot and even looking back at you as if to say, can you believe this guy?

“Steve, what’re you doing?” You sighed while frowning up at him, of course he had to ruin a perfectly good interaction with a real pretty guy! You had thought it was time to move on from your stupid little crush on your best friend, and he had to go and fuck it up by inserting himself between you and a potential candidate to get over him. The worst part was, it just made you fall even deeper in love with Harrington than before, and you were really trying.

Steve was your best friend. Steve was your best friend!

“What am I doing?” He was still stuttering, gawking down at you as if you had two heads, and you could see Eddie was getting rather amused, watching the scene unfurl. “Seriously, y/n? I’m trying to get this freak away from you, before he gives you some- some disease!”

“What is your fuckin’ problem, Harrington?” Yeah, Eddie was no longer smirking, in fact he was scowling, pushing at Steve’s chest. All the ruckus was earning a small crowd, various inebriated eyes blinking up at the three of you.

What an embarrassment.

Steve shook his head, wrapping a hand around your wrist, though being careful not to tug too hard, attempting to usher you away, wanting to go somewhere a lot more private. Away from all the prying eyes; away from Eddie fucking Munson.

“Oh, I get it-” Munson smirked, getting all up in Steve’s space, face mere inches from his own and Steve could smell the weed on his clothes, “pretty boy stevie’s in love.”

Oh shit. He was blushing. He wasn’t supposed to be blushing, how the hell did Eddie figure that out?

“Shut up.” He seethed, scoffing at his conclusion, which was completely right actually, but he couldn’t ever let him have the satisfaction. It would ruin him.

“You jealous, Harrington? Is that right?” They were slowly starting to shove each other, harder with each go, but you couldn’t quite concentrate on the scene before you, those words coursing throughout your brain like a fucking mantra.

Pretty boy Stevie’s in love.

God, if it were true. You heart hammered at the thought, gnawing idly at your slick bottom lip — maybe it was time to interject. At the rate they were going, you were sure a fight would break loose, and you were even more sure of it when Steve went in for the punch.

For Christ’s sake!

His fist collided with the skin of Eddie’s cheek, splitting the skin of his knuckles and reddening Munson’s pretty face, the outline of a bruise already blooming.

“Alright, that’s enough!” You pulled at the collar of Steve’s shirt, pulling him back as much as you could— putting as much space between the two of them, enough so that when Eddie swung, his fist punched the air. “What has gotten into you, Steve!”

He shook his head, his knuckles throbbing, but it was worth it, he thought, curling his fingers around your wrist once again.

“Come on, y/n, it’s time to go.” Steve was still seething, but he wanted to get you alone. Fuck, he wanted to show you that you were his and no one else’s, he wanted to find the nearest bathroom and fuck you with his cock, nice ‘n’ deep until you knew who you belonged to, until the only name on your mind was his. Not Eddie’s.

His cock was stirring in his pants, and oddly, the growing welt upon Munson’s face had him throbbing.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry-” you tried to apologise, all while Steve dragged you off, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

Steve scoffed, and Eddie called after you, shouting loud enough so you could hear him over the thumping of the current record.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over it, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? Sweetheart!

Oh yeah, now Steve was fuming. Tugging you behind him, his strides so large you could barely keep up with him, stumbling after him like a lost puppy.

Countless times you prodded at him, wondering where he was taking you. You could tell how angry he was, steam practically shooting from his ears and there were people staring.

It didn’t take him too long to find an empty room after searching through all of the locked and unfortunately unlocked ones— which mostly consisted of couples that were in the middle of fucking. Not a pretty sight.

“In.” His tone was clipped, brow furrowed and you wanted to smooth his worry lines away with the pads of your thumbs, but you quickly shook the thought away while he locked the door.

You weren’t totally sure what to do. Were you supposed to say something? To be frank, you quite liked the position you were in— the bathroom wasn’t small, but Steve couldn’t bring himself to step away from you, and neither could you, your chests heaving and you watched him sigh and groan.

“I don’t want him touching you like that,” He almost whined, rubbing his face with a palm, “I don’t want anyone touching you like that.”

“I- Steve, you can’t just decide who gets to touch me—”

“Do you seriously not understand what I’m trying to say?” He cut you off. What? Of course you didn’t understand, he was babbling and being rather possessive, and you wanted to punch yourself at how turned on you had gotten because of it.

“Enlighten me, Harrington.”

“You’re mine!” He huffed, “you belong to me, and no one else, especially not that fucking freak.”

You were gawking, cheeks burning and you swore your eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. You hadn’t even realised he’d pushed you against the counter, trapping you there with a hand on either side of you, and you whined when his arms flexed.

The tension was thick, so thick you could cut it with a knife and his eyes flickered over your lips before he brought a hand to your throat, squeezing just barely. The scenario had gone from zero to a hundred so fast it could’ve given you whiplash and your senses were on a complete overload. The alcohol in your systems had you working at a fast pace, and you knew drunk Steve well enough to know how cocky he’d get.

“You gonna let me show you, sweetheart?” Steve’s lips ghosted over your cheek, breath fanning over the most sensitive parts of your neck and he even left a chaste little kiss to the skin. “Gonna be a good girl and let everyone hear how cock drunk you’re gonna be?”

Steve knew what you liked— all the late nights talking about what other guys did that turned you on, it really came in handy. His filthy words got to you, and you whined a quick yes before leaning in for a kiss. He stopped you however, pushing you back and the hand on your neck moved to your cheeks, squeezing them, making your lips jut into a pout.

“Not so fast, baby,” he cooed, “what’s the magic word?”

The fucking tease.

“Please, Stevie!” You fisted his shirt, whining and crying out already, all you wanted was his kisses.

“Atta girl.”

・✫・゜・。.

Your hips were flush against the counter, and his mouth was pressed hotly against yours, licking into your mouth and sloppily sucking your tongue into his. Steve thought he could’ve came from the pretty sound of your whimpers alone, but he promised himself he’d fuck you nice and dumb, split you open with his cock and have you all drooling and pretty underneath him.

He had to stay focused.

“On the counter, pretty girl,” his speech was muffled against your slick mouth, but you complied, shuffling awkwardly onto the bathroom counter and you only managed to lift yourself onto it with his help. “that’s it.”

He was quick to suck at your neck, mouthing at your pulse point and using his teeth and lips to litter your skin with filthy bruises. You were completely falling apart at the seams, mind buzzing and solely focused on Steve and you were so fucking wet, saturating the cotton that covered your cunt, and probably seeping into the fabric of your jeans.

“Take ‘em off.” You whined, squeezing at his biceps and letting a loud moan tumble from your throat at the sight of his swollen lips. He did as you asked with a smirk on his face, shuffling the denim down your thighs, fumbling to get rid of the shoes you were wearing and kicking them away.

“Such a greedy girl, hm? Fuckin’ dripping for me and I haven’t even gotten to the good part.” Three of his fingers rubbed you through your underwear, using his thumb to press down on your clit, “gonna let everyone know, isn’t that right? Gonna let everyone know how much of a whore you are for your best friend Stevie.”

Oh shit.

You were clenching around nothing, chest heaving because of his filthy mouth and nodding along to everything he said.

“Come on, thighs open-” his breath was getting laboured- impatient, pushing at your thighs and keeping them wide, falling to his knees and tugging your underwear to the side— a crude ripping sound followed suit, but fuck, you didn’t care, not when his pretty face nuzzled in between your thighs, breathing in your scent and fluttering his lashes up at you. He even had the audacity to smirk. “Gonna eat this fuckin’ pussy.”

Steve stuck to his word alright, starting off by mouthing at your thighs and slowly making his way to your folds, bumping his nose against your hidden clit before parting your folds with two fingers.

You were dripping, slick with arousal and all because of him, your clit throbbed and crooned to be in his mouth and you tugged at his hair, whining and batting your lashes.

“Please, Stevie,” his hips bucked at the sound, “m’so wet for you.”

He licked a fat stripe up the length of your pussy, starting at the base of your hole, right up to your clit and he dipped the tip of his tongue inside you, spreading your slick around, getting your clit all wet before suckling it between his lips.

He hummed against your cunt, the vibrations thrumming on your clit and he lapped and suckled, rolling it between his lips. He shook his head from side to side, and you cried out, tugging at his hair and pushing him deeper.

“Good girl,” those vibrations again! “Want you nice ‘n’ loud, d’you think you can do that f’me, honey?”

You babbled out a yes, cheeks already streaming with salty tears, running in long black lines, your lashes wet and thick with mascara— Steve thought you looked completely seraphic, even while your pussy was being devoured by his lips and tongue, even while you looked so fucked out. He couldn’t wait to get his cock inside you.

Full lips occasionally puckered against the inners of your thighs, the hot flesh slick with spit and faint outlines of his teeth before diving straight back to your pussy, lolling his tongue and sloppily thrusting his jaw like a starved man eating the forbidden fruit.

You were already so close, all from mere minutes of your clit being suckled at, but how could anyone blame you when he devoured your cunt like an absolute champ?!

It was as if he had read your mind,,

“Y’gonna cum, pretty girl?” he mumbled against you, crude squelching noises erupting throughout the bathroom and if it weren’t for the constant music thumping around the house, you were sure everyone would’ve been able to hear everything. “Be a good girl and hold it.”

“No-” you whined, sobbing into the air and pulling hard at his hair, guiding him to where you needed him most, practically fucking his face with the speed your hips bucked. “Needa cum, let me cum- I’ve been so good-”

Steve pulled away from your cunt, his palm landing a sharp smack to your thigh and his eyes were so fucking dark. A surge of warmth flooded your already sopping pussy and you couldn’t contain your sobs when he spanked you again.

“Too greedy for your own good-” he muttered, rising from his knees with a little bit of hesitation, he could’ve kneeled there for hours, but he wanted to keep you on your toes, show you who was in charge. “you cum when I tell you to cum, do you understand?”

His hands were on you again, squeezing at your cheeks like before, humiliating you, his cock throbbing just looking at the state of you.

And you fucking loved it.

He didn’t give you time to respond, using a free hand to open his belt buckle and unzip his fly— pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to be free from all the confines.

He kissed you- once, twice, three times, then in quick succession, he had your t-shirt bunched around the curve of both breasts, tugging crudely at the band of your bra and thumb swiping over the little bow that lay pride and place between your tits. The weight of your breasts spilled out of the cups, so heavy in his palms and nipples achingly stiff when he rolled his thumbs over each one.

You poor thing, you were getting restless, thighs unable to clench and squeeze together because of his perch between them, resulting in you crooning and begging for him to hurry, to settle himself inside you and satiate the obscene throbbing of your desperately engorged clit.

Your spurring had him take his cock in his hand, and you ogled at how pretty it looked— the tip was your favourite shade of pink, glistening in the flickering light of the lamp, pearly white beads of pre-cum dripped along the sides of his shaft, slicking him up and sinking into the ridges.

So pretty. So mouth-wateringly pretty.

He was big too, surpassing any other guy you had been with before, and you just knew there was gonna be one hell of a stretch.

“Like what you see?” He flashed you a mocking smile. Cocky boy. “you’re practically drooling, messy girl.”

You wanted to quip back at him, or roll your eyes at least, but you couldn’t! Your gaze was glued to his cock, you were fucking gawking and yes, he was right, you were drooling.

“You’re so big.”

Steve’s tugs upon his cock faltered at that, you were whining so pathetically and he thought he was gonna explode. Compose yourself, Harrington, he thought.

“I know, baby, but you can take it, can’t you?” He cooed, “pretty pussy of yours is so wet, bet I’ll just slip right in, ain’t that right?”

His questions were truly rhetorical, and he proved his filthy mouth right when he slipped inside you with little resistance— your gummy walls sucking him in and he could barely move with your vice-like grip.

“Holy shit-” his hips stuttered, pressing his face against your tits so he could gather some composure. He wasn’t gonna last long. “Stop squeezin’ me like that or I’ll fucking cum.”

“Can’t help it, Stevie, I can feel you in my tummy-”

Fuck.

It took him a couple minutes, just standing there, balls-deep in your slick cunt before he started to thrust his hips. And once he had a rhythm going, he was relentless, fucking up into you nice and deep, just like he’d promised you before— his pace so fast, your fuzzy mind couldn’t quite comprehend it and you drooled at how deep he was, already nudging your special spot and making you writhe.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t answer, dumb from the deep thrusts of that perfect cock of his.

“So cockdrunk you can’t even use your words,” he moaned loud into the stuffy air, “fuck, imagine if Munson saw us. Saw you sat on your best friend’s cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, squealing and whining, so pathetic and pretty and a part of you wanted Eddie to see you- or anyone for that matter, so everyone would know that you belonged to your best friend Steve Harrington: one of the most sought after boys in Hawkins.

“Christ- didn’t know you were such a— oh fuck- such a whore.”

You were close, and you made that apparent— with the constant pounding of his cock and the bumping of his pelvis upon your puffy clit had you near to cumming, you hoped he’d let you cum this time, leaning in for a kiss that was entirely tongue and teeth, his lips still sticky with your arousal and you quivered around him.

“Gonna- gonna cum! Needa cum so bad-” he did too, you could feel it, he was groaning, whining, clinging onto your thighs and pumping erratically into you— he was throbbing hotly, and the thought of his cum inside you, all deep and stuffed full to the brim- holy shit!

“Me too- fuck, baby-” he clung to you, kissing any space upon you that was closest, “go on, cum with me. Be a good girl now-”

A flurry of stars and twinkly lights fluttered around the room and Stevie was a complete blur, but still managed to be oh so pretty. You were so full of his cum, warm throughout, and your hole quivered and your clit thumped with the bliss of cumming finally. Expletives fell from his lips, and yours too, feeling sated and breathless, but not entirely settled because of the spasms that racked your limp body.

Steve stood shakily between your still-parted thighs, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck with a thumb grazing your warm cheek.

He couldn’t pull himself out of you yet, too fucked out to put his softening cock back into his jeans.

It was silent between you both, apart from your laboured breaths.

“Y’know-” you managed to croak out, voice horse from the constant squealing and whining of SteveSteveSteve- and you raked a hand through his messy hair, “you were totally jealous.”

“I was not jealous.”

“You so were!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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