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cottagecheese1 · 5 months

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Unhinged worlds 1

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

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"Mom, you know I've never met this man before, right?", you said with a slightly worried tone, your mother gives you an exasperated sigh and walked her way over to you, gripping your shoulders.

"Honey please, I just got married, I don't understand why you can't be happy for me this once.", you wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged your mother, she was right, you needed to see the best in this situation right now.

"I'm sorry mom, I am happy for you, it's just a lot to adjust to right now.", You gave your mother a slight smile and pulled away from her.

She gave you a smile back and responded, "oh I think you'll be okay; he has a son around your age, he's adopted but I think you two would like each other."

The smile on your face widened a little bit, your mouth opened once again to speak, but came to an abrupt stop as you saw an unfamiliar man stand behind your mother and give her a slight peck on the head.

Your mother giggled slightly and stepped back to stand by the man, "Honey, this is Andy, Andy this is my daughter.", your mother said as she spilled out your name back to the man beside her.

Andy unwrapped his arm around your mother's shoulder, and walked towards you, opening his arms forward to embrace you in a hug. This caught you off guard because for someone you just met, he seemed to be a little too touchy with you, but you thought nothing more of it, thinking it might just be the way your new stepfather expresses his feelings.

"It is so nice to finally meet you sweetie, I've heard so much about you." Andy said with a wide grin on his face, as he held you a little too tight for your own comfort.

As Andy was speaking to you, nodding your head once in a while at his banter. You heard a voice faintly behind Andy come closer.

"Dad, when will you let Colin come over, I'm fucking dying too actually-who is that?", you looked to see a younger guy with a buzzcut, and light blue eyes come out from behind Andy to get another good look at you.

Andy took a deep breath and gave a slight glare to the boy who shoved past him to you "Johnny, this is-", Andy was quickly stopped in the middle of his introduction when Johnny decided to introduce himself to you first.

"I'm Johnny, Johnny Storm, but you can call me whatever you like sweets", Johnny said with a smug grin as he took a step closer to you, and you instinctively took a step back from the muscular man, mumbling out an "okay.." and you adverted your gaze down to your feet.

It seemed a little rude once you actually processed what you just said, making yourself seem passive and unwelcoming, but for some reason you just felt shy around both of these new men, men that are now a part of your family, men that you are now permanently living with.

Johnny chuckled and continued to try to keep the conversation alive, even though his father stood sternly right behind him. Andy quickly shut down his next spill of flirtatious chatter when he saw how visibly uncomfortable you looked.

"Johnny, this is your new stepsister, don't be disrespectful.", Andy said with a warning, but Johnny just nodded and shrugged him off, giving you a playful wink and walking away with a slight skip, boosting himself over the curve of the driveway.

"Sorry about him, he just never runs out of energy ya know?" Andy says with a slight chuckle at the end. You smiled slightly and gave him a nod of reassurance.

"It's perfectly fine, doesn't bother me." You said quietly before adverting your gaze from him once again.

"Well, if he does, just come tell me and I'll go talk to him, I'd hate it if you felt uncomfortable in any way." Andy said with a slightly sympathetic look on his face.

Your mother took an earful of this moment, and decided to express her love for it "Oh Andy, you're too sweet, we both appreciate whatever you do for us."

Andy smiled brightly, still keeping his eyes glued to you, "Just doing what anyone would do" he responded.

💼

After a long day of moving boxes and making conversation, your social battery seemed to run out completely, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed and finally relax. Except it was only 3 in the afternoon.

With a lot of procrastination, you finally got out of bed and decided to dig through the fridge to find something to drink, making your way to the kitchen, until you heard a knock at the front door.

Thats weird? You weren't expecting anyone, maybe it's just one of those people who give out pamphlets about polar bears for no reason.

Making your way over to the door hesitantly, deciding if you really want to stand in the doorway and talk about how you can stop global warming for 30 minutes, but there also was a chance that it was actually somebody important.

Twisting the knob and opening the door to find a decently attractive man who looked to be around Johnny's age standing patiently. He twisted his head towards you and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, you're not Johnny." the man said with a slight smile on his face, and you nodded in agreement before responding.

"Um, if you're here for him, I guess you can come in." you responded as you took a step back to let him enter. He chuckled, walking past you to stand next to you as the door shut.

"Thanks sweetheart, I don't think I've met you before, I'm sure I would've remembered a cutie like you", he said playfully as your cheeks heat up slightly at the sudden comment.

"I-um, no we haven't met before, I think Johnny is in his room." You responded quickly before trying to walk away.

"Wait, hold on, I didn't get your name." the man said as he chased after you slightly, and you mumbled out your name slightly, waiting for him to reciprocate the action.

"Oh right, I'm Colin." You nodded once again.

"Nice to meet you, Colin.", deciding to try and end the conversation here so you could continue scavenging for a drink.

"Ok, ok, I can get a hint, I'll see you around sweetheart." He said as he gave you a wink before walking away.

What was weird about that is he kind of acts the same way Johnny does, but maybe that's why they're friends, of course people like other people that are similar to them, you felt stupid once you actually thought about it.

💼

Once you made your way into the kitchen, finally getting one step closer to what you wanted, except Andy was also in the kitchen leaning on the kitchen counter nursing a beer that he put down almost immediately at your presence.

"Honey, you scared me, did you need something?" He said and let out a sigh of relief that it was just you.

"I came to get a drink." You responded simply, just like the rest of you, Boring and simple.

"Of course..but could I talk to you about something honey, I just want to make sure there's no tension between us." He said softly, pushing himself off of the counter and towards you.

You gave Andy a nod of reassurance to continue, settling for a bottle of water as you sat down on the bar stool, right across where Andy was standing.

"I know your shy sweetie, but I want to let you know that you can tell me anything, your mother told me about your father, and I think it's important that you have a man in your life, someone that can take care of you honey, all of your wants and needs." Andy said softly, walking around the counter to stand behind you.

Your eyes widened as he rubbed circles on your back, your mother hasn't mentioned your father in years to you. She knows it's a sensitive subject for you to talk about, you doubt that your mother wouldn't have mentioned that to Andy.

"I-um-I don't really like to talk about my dad." you said with a slight tremble in your voice as you felt your throat get tighter, and your eyes get glassy with tears.

Your father died when you were only 9 but it felt like yesterday to you. Of course, you miss him, but you would rather not talk about it then mourn him every day.

Andy saw your eyes start to water, and your muscles start to tense. He just cooed at you lovingly, his hand moved off your back and moved directly behind you to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

"Oh sweetie, I know it's hard to talk about your feelings, but I want you to trust me, so I can be a good daddy and take care of you, don't you want that?" Andy said quietly while resting his chin on your shoulder.

Lost for words was one thing, you felt dumb, talking to you like a child, but deep down you found it strangely comforting. Andy walked back in front of you and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up softly with his fingers.

"You're my special little girl, I want you to know that honey." Andy added, while stroking your face like it was the most delicate thing in the world.

Trying to avoid eye contact with him was hard because than you couldn't help but feel tears run down your cheeks, maybe you did feel like Andy actually cared about you.

Andy suddenly pulled you closer to his chest while shushing you, pecking the top of your head once in a while. Hearing a faint noise of chatter coming closer to you made your head perk up with warning, you didn't want to anybody to see you cry today, especially over something you should've got over years ago.

"Hey dad I-what happened?" Johnny said as he skipped in the kitchen nosily, Colin standing right beside him, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Looking from Andy's chest in embarrassment, watching the three men surrounding you, well mostly two in concern. This made more anxiety pump up in your chest and suddenly you darted down the hallway to your bedroom, where you should have stayed all along.

Ignoring the faint calls for your name and shutting the door behind you. Locking it and sliding down against your wall, finally letting all the sobs you've been keeping in until now. Great, now you won't hear the end of it tomorrow. Maybe a new family wasn't such a great idea after all.

A/n: It's been a minute since I posted ya'll, but I also just had a random urge to write a series with four hot men in it. Part two will be coming soon!

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suna-reversed · 3 years

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May I get Ushijima rearranging your guts because he came home to finding you in his hoodie that is just so oversized on you and that triggered his size kink 🥰

Thank you queen I'm your biggest fan 🤤

Thanks for this ask I totally did not use it to project my own size kink onto ushiwaka NSFW!! minors dni

characters are aged up ‼️

tags/warnings- language, daddy kink, breeding kink, size kink, slight mentions of choking, slight aftercare

- Ushijima had not failed to take notice of how elfin you looked in comparison to him. He didn’t think of it as something out of the ordinary as he found himself staring a little too long at how tiny your hands looked clasped in his, or how your arms barely reached around his shoulders even as you stood on your tip-toes.

- He had felt his heart swell every time you’d ask him to lean down to give you a kiss with a slight pout on your lips.

- But nothing could have prepared him for when he returned home from practice one day, only to find you curled up on the couch clad in nothing but his purple hoodie. The air left his lungs and he inwardly groaned as you stretched your arms behind your head, your fingertips peeking out from the baggy sleeve-ends.

- Noticing his presence, you gave him a smile as you outstretched your arms towards him from where you remained seated on the couch.

- A small smile graced his lips as he strode towards the middle of the living room. you expected him to embrace you and kiss your forehead as usual, but a startled noise left you as he crashed his lips onto yours instead.

- “mhmm looks like someone missed me” you said, smiling as you pulled away a little.

- Ushijima replied with a curt “I did” before taking over your lips again, firmly running his tongue over your bottom lip as a plea of wanting your tongue against his.

- he gently pushed you back down on the couch, his mouth not leaving yours for even a second, only pulling away when you clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin.

- getting off the couch, he stripped himself off of his shirt and pants in one go, hovering above you for a moment to simply gaze at your delicate form in his humungous piece of clothing.

- but the longing stare of your lover made you almost insecure as your eyes darted away from his and you tried to wrap your arms around yourself,

- “is everything okay Toshi? Why’d you stop?”

- Ushijima read you like an open book, immediately pulling your arms back aside and pinning them above your head.

- “was just admiring how precious my good little girl looks in my clothes” he mumbled in his deep voice, which still carried an undertone of gentleness that made your body relax immediately.

- his words on the other hand made your blush spread right down your core as you clenched your legs together.

- the action did not go unnoticed by wakatoshi as he spread your legs apart with his knee. Sliding his calloused fingers down in between your legs , he moaned as his knuckle came in direct contact with your dripping heat,

- “all bare hmm? is this what you wanted little one? for daddy to come home and fuck your tiny little hole until you don’t remember anything but his name?”

- you bucked your hips in response as you felt his thumb trace around your sensitive nub before a finger entered you, forcing a moan out your lips.

- “use your words, tell me what you want baby.”

- “need you inside me so bad toshi. want you to stretch my hole and fill it to the brim with your cum plea-’

- you didn’t get to finish as all the restraint inside the usually composed wakatoshi fell apart as he once again pressed his lips against yours, one of his hands coming around your throat to squeeze firmly, and the other hurriedly pulling his hard member out of his briefs.

- you went to grab the edge of your hoodie to take it off but wakatoshi had other plans as he stilled your movements with one hand,

- “keep it on” he groaned out, his voice deep and dripping with lust

- you rolled your hips against his, desperate for any kind of friction as you felt his erection press against your inner thigh,

- “please don’t tease toshi...just need you to stuff me full of your cock right now.”

- a loud groan rumbled deep from his chest as your words sent him feral, picking you up, he entered your dripping wet hole with just his tip, you arms going around his neck for balance.

- he looked down, eyes fixated on your cunt not even halfway down his cock but already so stretched out as your juices dripped down his shaft

- your body burned hot and cold as he finally bottomed out, rubbing that one spot against your inside that made your walls clamp down harder around his throbbing member

- “taking me so well babygirl- fuck I’d have you warm my cock forever if I could” he grunted out as his thrusts got sloppier

- slipping a hand down to your clit, he messily rubbed circles onto it in line with him bouncing you on his cock. it didn’t take you much long after that to crumble around him, your head falling into his broad chest, arms clutching onto his muscular shoulders, and legs shaking as you found your release.

- he helped you ride out your orgasm, spilling into you with a loud moan himself as he pressed your fragile body close to his own.

- your heavy breaths filled the air and your face flustered as you felt toshi slip two fingers down to collect the remnants of his seed that had spilled out, pushing them back into your cunt

- “Maybe I should steal your clothes more often now” you said as you laughed out breathily.

- “they look better on you anyways” Ushijima replied while brushing your hair out of your face, the tender look on his face the complete opposite of the lust driven beast that he had been a moment ago.

- you yelped as he picked you up off the couch easily, carrying you into the bathroom to run you a warm bath and massage all the sore spots he knew he would have caused.

- yeah, you’re definitely wearing his clothes more often from now on.

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sciapod · 3 years

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Bathtub Photoshoot 💦

Pairing: Henry Cavill x First Person-POV (Female, or at least X wears a bra and has breasts)

Summary: Little private photosesh' with Henners and then some.

Warnings: Dry humping but let's just call it grinding. Edging. 18+ to be safe!! Contains smut. You might be able to find the tiniest bit of angst. And bit of fluff.

Word count: 2.5K

Not beta’ed! I take full responsibility for this fuckup.

Inspired/prompted by this post by @cavillfics

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I obviously don't own Henry Cavill, nor do I know him IRL, so it goes without saying that this is a figment of my imagination.

(I took the liberty to edit the photo just a bit and don’t know who to credit for the original edit. Let me know if you know, so I can give credit where it's due.)

Happy reading 💦

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“Babe, I've got an idea! Can you do something for me, please?”

When I heard you coming through the front door, I rushed to meet you there. You were finally home again and was hanging your jacket on the coat rack when I found you.

“Oh, well,” you reply, “I really want to just lean back, maybe take a shower or something. It’s been a long week, babe. And hello, by the way.”

You step over to me, reach around my waist and pull me against your firm body.

“Mhm, you smell lovely,” you whisper in my hair. I sigh, then wiggle myself free of your embrace.

“Henry, listen,” I look up at you with my best attempt at puppy eyes. You breathe deeply and turn your face, scratching mine with your stubble. It sends shivers through my body.

“Okay,” you hum as your hands roam my body, finding their way to my bare thighs then sneaking up beneath my robe, “tell me.”

I grab your hips and press my core against your thigh as I lean backwards, looking up at you, “I want to take some pictures … of you.”

Your face goes through a range of emotions; surprised, suspicious, smirking, friendly and finally incredibly charismatic: Front-page-style smile.

“That’s the one!” I say with excitement.

“Which one?” you tease, furrowing your brow and looking all suspicious again.

“You know perfectly well, you buffoon!” I say, as I slap your chest playfully.

My entire body lifts when you laugh. You kiss my forehead and twirl some of my hair between a few fingers. Your eyes shift, gazing at various areas of my face. I sigh, then reach for your hands, the one playing with my hair and the other, which I find gently caressing the lace of my panties.

I hold your hands between us and look up at my man.

“You do realize, of course, that you are basically a Greek god carved out of stone.”

“I have been told so, yes.”

“And you do realize that every artist needs a muse, a model, to create from.”

“I have a faint idea of that, yes,” you say, smirking down at me.

“And I happen to be short of a project, and subject, for my portfolio.”

“I see,” your smile broadens, “but what does that have to do with me?”

“Henry!”

My declining patience must have been obvious somewhere in my face or perhaps my exclamation, because you burst out laughing, throwing your head back as you do so. I can’t help but melt a little.

“Tell me what you need me to do, darling,” you say, stroking my hands with your thumbs. I feel warmth spread through my chest. Your face softens and I feel the warmth spread further down.

“Fuck,” I breathe, casting my eyes to the floor. I’m suddenly filled with all kinds of insecurities, imposter syndrome and such, but there’s a reason why you’re my man. You sense it immediately and lift my hands to your lips, kissing them sincerely.

“You’ve got this, babe.”

I sigh, “I know, sweetheart. It's just… Urgh.”

You kiss my forehead.

“Tell me your idea.”

“I…” My voice breaks. You lift my chin up with a single finger, as if it were suddenly light as a feather, forcing me to look into your striking blue eyes.

“I don’t know,” I finally exclaim. “I didn’t have a concrete idea. I just knew that I wanted you to be in the photos.”

You smile, almost apologetically, “Okay, look. I really want to help. But I’m so damn tired. I’ve got an idea, though, of how we may be able to hit two birds with one stone.”

“Okaay?” I say, a slight tinge of hope seeping into my core again.

“I need a bath–”

“–I can’t take a nude picture of you!”

You laugh again, but shake your head, “No, silly. Let me finish.”

My cheeks flush scarlet.

“I need a bath, but instead of taking a shower, I’ll jump in the tub. Once in there, you can have me do whatever you want.”

I squint my eyes, then see a lightbulb flash on.

“YES!” I almost yell, running my hands up your torso and leaning in for a kiss.

“Yes,” I repeat, then press my lips against your sculpted ones. It is as if your lips curl to a smile amidst the kiss.

“Yes,” I say one last time, meeting your eyes, “If you get the water running, I’ll collect my gear.”

Your hands go wandering about on my hips again, dragging my robe up and making my hairs stand on end. You look down at me with a confident smile, saying, “great minds think alike.”

I fight off the urge to kiss you again and instead draw away from you. You catch the waistband of my robe and it slides off as I step away, revealing the new set of lingerie I’m wearing underneath. I stand, looking at you with what I imagine is the expression of a suspicious feline. You, on the other hand, make a low whistle and shake your head in slow motion, clearly surprised and pleased to see what I was hiding beneath. Then you nod toward the living room, signalling I get on with finding my camera.

It takes me a few minutes to find the right lens. When I enter the bathroom, you’re in the process of unbuckling your belt. The tap is running and there’s already a bit of water in the tub.

“Wait,” I say, stopping you just as you’re about to pull your jeans down, “I think I want you in the water dressed.”

You stare for a moment, shrug, say “sure,” then proceed to tug your jeans over your perky bum again.

“Right, erm,” I think for a moment, “No, you know what? Lose the pants, but keep the t-shirt on.”

“Lose the pants,” you repeat and let your jeans fall to the floor. As you stand back up, I realize something.

“We might have a problem,” I say, eyeing the hefty bulge in your boxers.

You follow my gaze, noticing the same problem, then nod in agreement.

“But then again,” you say, “what did you expect, looking like that?” you hint at my open robe and lingerie.

We both shrug, then burst laughing.

“I guess we’ll just have to make it work!” I say, “Now, in the tub with you, buddy.”

You feel the temperature of the water and deciding that it’s decent, turn off the tap, step in and lie down. There’s not a lot of water in there, but I’m assuming it will do. You look up at me with anticipation, “Now what?”

I squint at you, finding the bulge slightly distracting, basically towering above the waterline like another Burj Khalifa. Obviously, you notice my lack of response.

“Hey, babe!” you say, snapping me out of it. I feel my nether region clench.

“Okay, okay!” I shake my head to wake up. You shake yours too, smirking at me.

“We need to do something about that,” I say.

“I can try to hide it?” you suggest.

“How?” I squint. It’s a mastodon of a package you has stored down there, I think to myself.

“Anyway, I need to find a position to photograph you from.”

I begin taking random photos of you from various angles and perspectives, simultaneously adjusting the settings on the camera as I do so. Meanwhile, you roll around to one side, then the other, then back again. The squeaking sounds of your body rubbing against the sides of the tub while you change poses makes the whole situation rather comedic, and I'm convinced you're doing it even worse on purpose. Determined to be somewhat professional, I try to ignore your distractions.

“It’s a good thing we have such good lighting in here,” I say, gazing around the small room, pretending to be focused and ignorant of your attempts at sabotage.

“How do you want me, babe? I feel like… I don’t even know? A fish out of water,” you say, doubting your own wording, “or something like that.”

I sigh, “I know, I get it. I need to think. We’ve also still got that… situation… going on.” I gesture at the, no less apparent, tent between your legs.

“Okay,” you say calmly, “I’ll just lie back and relax, while you think of something.”

“Good.”

As you settle into a comfortable position, I mentally run through the various “golden rules” of photography that I can remember.

Then it’s as if I notice the obvious. The absolute god-like adonis carved in marble in front of me: My initial inspiration. Your white t-shirt, soaked from all the turning and splashing around you did, is sticking to your chest and abs, enhancing the lines of your muscular torso, yet still in a perfectly suggestive fashion; somewhat similar to the drapery you see on these same sculptures. In a fit of impulse, I crawl up to stand on the edges of the tub.

You open your eyes –awoken by my scramblings– fear in your eyes as you reach for me, “be careful, babe!”

“No no, darling! Stay put!” I say, “I’m perfectly safe. It’s dry. My feet are dry. I’m stable, but thank you.” I smile, reassuringly. Suspicious yet accepting, you lower your arms and lie back down. I notice your eyes trail down my exposed body. Lust now clear as daylight in your gaze.

“I think I’ve got the photo soon, babe, then we’re done,” I explain. “Just close your eyes for me.”

You shake your head and smile, then do as I said.

Your head rests on the back of the tub, but your fingers begin fidgeting … around your nether region.

“Are you uncomfortable?” I ask between photos.

“No…” you smirk, eyes still closed, but you shift and rest your hands awkwardly on your stomach instead.

“We can’t have that,” I say, “you’re covering the main part of the photo,” I tease.

You open your eyes, still smirking but not saying a word.

“And you’re revealing, exposing, what we need to hide,” I try to hold back my laugh.

“Okay,” I continue, “what about… what if you hold your t-shirt at the hem and stretch it down to cover your crotch. Place your other hand casually beside it. Yeah, like that! Exactly, babe. Beautiful.”

I take a couple of photos and look at them on the tiny screen.

“Right, hold that pose, but just… kinda relax, if you can. I’ll take a few shots more and then you’re done!”

You close your eyes again and begin taking deep breaths, lessening the tension that must have been building in your shoulders over the last few days. As peace falls upon your face and body, I take the last photos. After quickly reviewing them on the tiny screen, I decide that I’m done. I turn off my camera and place it on the shelf above the tub before crawling down to sit on the edge of the tub, my feet in the water between your legs.

“Okay, it’s a wrap!”

Your eyes flash open and you let go of your t-shirt. The fabric bounces back, revealing your hairy tummy, teasing me. You look up at me with mischief, then give your member a squeeze.

“Get down here,” you say, almost ferocious in your voice.

I feel myself get all giddy with sudden anticipation as you rise like Poseidon from the water. Before I can do anything other than yelp, you pull me down onto you and with a splash and a thud I land against your rock-hard body. I'm instantly soaked.

“Finally,” you mutter, drenching my face and neck with hungry kisses. Your hands tease the collar of my robe before sliding it over my shoulders. Your eyes explore the curves of my upper body, then you adjust me so that I sit straddled upon you. You don’t speak a word, but your eyes and body say everything I need to know.

I feel your girth throbbing against me. You slide my robe all the way off and without taking your eyes off me, you cast it aside. Then your hands slide up my body. You cup my breasts tenderly, admiring the lace and how the new style of bra suits my breasts. You lick your lips as your thumbs begin stroking my hardening nipples. I sigh and begin grinding against the tip of your member.

You sit up and proceed to kiss and bite the flesh of my breasts. Gently holding the lace aside with your fingers, you capture my nipples between your teeth, ever so gently, before circling your tongue around them with exquisite attention. While squeezing my breasts together, you kiss them one after the other, back and forth, before venturing up to my collarbone and neck. All I can do is whimper and moan.

Then you grasp my hair, pulling my head back. Between kisses and bites on my exposed neck, you breathe damp, sultry words onto my skin. Expressions of how I’ve been a tease, how patient you’ve been and how much you want me now. I want to answer, but I can’t do anything but mutter incoherencies; your throbbing cock eagerly pressing against my core and thus stealing all of my vocabulary.

My breath quickens as I grind harder, cursing the fabrics that keep our cores from meeting, merging. Then you push me towards you, allowing our lips to meet in hungry kisses. My bra loosens. You must have managed to open and take it off me with your other hand, before also casting it aside. You grab at my liberated breasts, then sit up and pull your drenched t-shirt over your head. It lands on the bathroom floor with a splash. My hands instinctively seek the wet fur of your stomach and chest, momentarily squeezing your pecs, then wander south again.

Your eyes read pure hunger and you buck your hips. As I fall back down from the jump, my core meets the powerful strength of your pelvis, bucking yet again. I gasp, overcome by a mixture of arousal and humor. You buck again, a laugh escapes me and somehow, after a few times of this, you’ve managed to free your erection from your boxers. I didn’t notice, but at some point you must have turned on the tap again, because I see you turn it back off. I guess this increased level of water also explains the more slow-motion-like sensation I experience as I land back down on your pelvis; a somewhat softer landing than before. In my own defence, I was entranced and my mind was not functioning at 100%, hence the questionable description. Anyway, both our hips are now submerged under water and I simply shake my head at your mischievous ways. You smirk and pull me down to a deep kiss, slapping my ass through the water, making more water splash all over the place. Everything in the room is certainly wet by now.

I grind against your exposed and infinitely hard cock as your fingers slider under the lace. Your hands grab my cheeks with determination, enhancing the force and enabling you to better thrust against my grinding motion. The friction is causing short-circuits in my brain, making me see colours that aren’t there. My first climax is staggeringly near, but just before I get to release, you buck your hips again, making me scoot off your cock. A devious grin is smeared across your chiseled face.

“You had me waiting, sweetheart. Now it’s my turn to tease.”

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karasimpno · 3 years

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Hi! I just stumbled onto you and I'm really happy I did! I don't really know if you take more requests but I'll shoot. Some scenario where Daichi, Bokuto or Kuro help cheer you up with little things or not so little things. You know fluff or smut 😅 Hope you're doing well and that the next year treats you good! ❤

HI LOVELY you submitted this ages ago I’m sorry for the tardiness with everything <3 but I adore you and this was fun :)

Also I got your suggestions and threw them in my draft, they’re very good ones :)

OKAY I’m going with Kuroo AND because it’s @bluntkingkuroo‘s BIRTHDAAAAAYYYYYYY I’m also writing this in honor of her. GO FOLLOW HER Y’ALL SHE’S THE REASON I’M HERE!!!!!

pairing: Kuroo x cisfem!reader contains: sleepy cuddly sex, fingering, mark-leaving/mention of hickeys, light biting

Despite the bright, warm light spilling through your window shutters, you remained in bed, curled up in your sheets with your back to the invasive radiance. Nothing made you want to get out of bed, even the thought of seeing some other part of the house for the first time today.

“Babe?” a deep voice croaked out beside you. In spite of yourself, you smiled a little. Even if you were feeling a little grumpy and hungover after your houseguests had stayed wayyyy too late last night, you were glad Kuroo remained in bed beside you. Even the harsh reminder of how late in the day it was couldn’t outshine the fuzzy feeling you got from seeing him in your bed.

“What’s up?” the voice prodded, clearly as tired as you felt. A hand snaked its way around your waist. You always slept in on Sundays, but this was late late. You heard Kuroo sigh and shuffle as he shifted in closer to you, tucking his knees behind yours and pressing his chest flush against your back. The arm that had snuck around your torso pulled you in close and you felt a warm nose and pair of lips press themselves to the sensitive skin at the base of your neck.

“Mmmph,” was all you groaned in response, but you relaxed into the spoon, squeezing Kuroo’s hand with your own.

“Mmmm,” was Kuroo’s answer, his still-sleepy voice cracking in a way that shouldn’t be as sexy as it was, sending vibrations reverberating down your back as his chest resonated with the sound. “Is somebody grumpy?” he teased, lifting a finger to poke annoyingly at your cheekbone. A child. You swatted at his hand lazily, offering a tired grunt in response.

“Awww, c’mon,” his voice grew saccharine sweet. “You need something to make you feel better?” Kuroo asked.

You felt the lips that had been pressed against your skin, breathing hot air over you whenever Kuroo spoke and making your hair stand on end, begin to move. You shuddered in a shaky breath when they parted to allow the quick swipe of a tongue to dart out across your neck, chased by the gentle scrape of teeth.

“Ah-hah...” escaped the involuntary sigh from your lips.

“...’cause I think I can probably manage that,” Kuroo teased, followed by an exaggerated sound of chomping as his lips affixed themselves back to your neck again, his tongue laving over a larger area than it had previously. Heat rose to your face at the sensation and you allowed yourself to let go and give into the wet contact, squeezing the hand against your chest closer to your body.

Kuroo felt the loosening of your muscles and took advantage of the opportunity to dig his teeth deeper into your skin, unable to resist the sweet taste of you. He wanted to focus on making you feel better but damn if you didn’t just make him crazy for you.

With a wet suck, Kuroo drew his teeth together, pinching your sensitive skin between them, making you sure it would leave a mark as the arousing pain elicited a gasp from you. You bit your lip, rubbing your thumb across the back of Kuroo’s large, veined hand, noticing how your breathing had already begun increasing in spite of your bad mood. Damn this man and his irresistible tongue, you thought.

Suddenly, you needed more of him, the heat rising in your neck becoming too much for you as he continued the focused attentions of his tongue and teeth. If you could have seen the way his brows furrowed in concentration at sucking feverishly at your neck, you would have grown even wetter than you were already becoming. Shifting slightly, you let your hand reach back to find the long locks of hair that always fell into his eyes, and you threaded your fingers against his scalp, encouraging the hot press of his tongue.

Kuroo groaned against you and moved the hand that had been resting around you further down your body, the pressure of the contact exhilarating as he determined to feel every part of you as he moved. Licking a quick stripe over one of the already ripening bruises on your neck, he slipped his fingers past the waistband of your shorts, dipping into your thin panties and seeking out the apex of those legs he so adored.

Fingertips sliding past your curls, he groaned into your shoulder when his index finger ghosted over your slit, slickness already gathering there at his eager touch. Relishing in the movement, he eased the digit past your outer lips into your slippery folds, and you felt his breath hitch before his lips crashed into your neck again, his self-control slipping at how good your sweet little pussy lips felt wrapped around his finger. With still such little space between your rear and Kuroo’s hips, you felt a growing bulge begin to harden behind you.

As if the coating of his finger in your arousal was the most agonizingly pleasurable feeling in the world for Kuroo, he swirled the lone digit with hedonistic slowness through your slick. He breathed almost as heavily as you were against your neck as he found your clit, giving it a few experimental flicks with the pad of his finger, relishing in how your body jolted in response to his touch. Kuroo groaned again and picked up the pace, making steady circles around the apex of your pleasure as you keened at the sensation.

You were shocked at how much you were already gushing around him, your hips beginning to tremble as he stimulated that most sensitive of all spots in your body. He caught your ear between his teeth, the pants from his nose falling straight into your ear, making your body even more sensitive to his touch. You felt yourself cry out involuntarily at one particularly deft flick of his finger, and the hand that you had tangled in his hair shot down to grip onto his impossibly muscular forearm, encouraging exactly what he was doing. Absently, you felt your head being shifted as Kuroo slipped his other arm under your pillow, reaching for your opposite hand and interlacing his fingers with yours, pulling your entwined arms to your chest so he could hold you even closer as your hips started bucking against his touch.

Kuroo’s pants were just as hot and needy as yours were now, getting off on feeling you fall apart in his arms. His low groans and insistent huffs filled your ears as his finger continued circling with increasing vigor around your practically-humming clit. You barely noticed as he added a second finger, his strokes growing in pressure and speed. Your brain was clouded with your impending high and you let yourself moan out his name, everything seeming to move too quickly and yet not at all.

Kuroo’s tongue returned to your neck, drunk off the feeling of tasting you, and he groaned loudly and wantonly by your ear. The earnest sound of his pleasure at your own reactions sent you over the edge and both your hands tightened on the places where they were already gripping him hard. You let your mind leave your body for a second as you came completely undone in Kuroo’s arms, feeling so safe and secure as he helped you prolong your bliss, holding you close with his other arm while your body went completely slack in his embrace.

You half-sighed, half-panted as the post-orgasm high replaced the high of the climax, and a tired, dopey smile spread across your lips. You released your death grip on Kuroo’s hand and forearm and you felt him sigh against your back. He shifted slightly behind you and you were suddenly hyper aware of how much his body heat had been warming your back. You half-rolled over to chase the warmth as he pulled his hand from your shorts in the same motion. As you rolled, Kuroo’s knee came to rest in between yours, hovering above you with a tired but loving expression on his face. The warm yellow light that spilled across his face seemed to light his eyes from the inside, and his slight blush combined with the way the sun made his golden eyes sparkle made you feel like putty beneath him. You sighed contentedly and reached up to bring him into a sweet kiss. Chaste, thankful.

“Feeling any better?” he smirked as he pulled away slightly, looking at you through hooded eyes.

You just laughed and pulled him closer, aware of the growing hardness resting against your thigh.

“Oh, very,” you grinned, feeling bubbly in your bliss. “But I think I can feel even better, don’t you?”

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pinky-the-elephant-room · 3 years

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Always

AN: @ladyraeka requested a prompt with All Might being overwhelmed and needy. I’ve been trying to reupload this prompt forever. This is my third time. 😭😭

Warning: All Might x Villainous Fem Reader. Explicit smut, Rough sex, Cock Ring, Switch AM, Switch Reader, and Oral sex. Read at your discretion

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He wondered why he came back to her over and over.

Toshinori gripped the bedsheet as he felt her teeth nip at the v line a few inches from his abdomen.

“Y/N,” he gasped endlessly like a devotee.

She, like the merciful goddess she was, finally wrapped her moist, hot tongue around his member. A groan wormed its way out of his chest.

They shouldn’t be doing this. Not now. Not ever.

Y/N was a villainess, a small-time thief. All Might should arrest her and make her pay the consequences of breaking the law.

Yet again, he found himself drowning in her hands.

Y/N lightly sucked and smacked her lips, lamenting the taste.

“Tsk. Tsk. All Might, should you so easy? Look at you, leaking, and I barely touched you,” she commented while observing the precum dripping from his cock.

God, how long has it been? It felt like he’s was trapped underneath her for hours. The cock ring sat snug at the base of his member, and the effect had his jutting erection look even more impressive than it already was. The sneak had pulled it out after distracting him when she took off her shirt. While Toshinori was busy admiring her naked chest, she asked for permission, which he absentmindedly agreed to. Immediately he felt apprehensive feeling the cold stainless steel against his skin. Now, however, with sensations enhanced tenfold over, it was hard to regret the decision.

“Hmm, you look so good like this. It makes me impatient.”

“Yeah?” he hoarsely replied. “Then take off the ring and fuck me right now.”

Y/N only giggled. “I wonder how people would react, knowing the symbol of peace acts like a needy whore?”

Her hand traveled down to his muscular thigh and dug her nails in.

“But this isn’t about you. So, shut your mouth and let me have my fun.”

All Might let out a hiss that evolved into a moan as Y/N returned to lapping his dick. He relaxed his grip on the bedsheets, lest he tore it again.

The lack of control and not pretending everything was ok was just one of these visits' benefits. Y/N made him forget his burdens for a few hours, which was probably one of the biggest reasons he could not deny her. Of course, the mind-blowing sex didn’t hurt either.

Y/N continued her mission to torture him slowly. This time her hands wrapped around his length and started pumping. He was helpless; the blinding pleasure crippling him beyond measure. His legs started shaking, and he couldn’t begin to make sense of the nonsense that spilled from his mouth—just continuous begging.

“Ride me. Please. Need to feel you on my cock,” Toshinori implored, grabbing Y/N's generous curves and squeezing.

“Nope. Not tonight, hero.”

Once again, Toshinori felt her hot mouth surround him, and it made him growl with frustration. Why did she insist on giving him a blowjob when clearly he couldn’t cum with that cock ring on? Oh yeah, because it got her off seeing him become putty in her hands. Just like how much it amused her to know that no matter what she stole, he would never arrest her. He just took back the stolen merchandise and lectured her on becoming a better citizen in the future. Though, they both knew it was futile since soon enough, she would be on the streets trying to steal again.

He couldn’t help the helpless moan when Y/N hummed and bopped along his shaft. Toshinori was starting to feel lightheaded from the pressure of the cock ring. Though he couldn’t tell with Y/N’s mouth filled with his dick, no doubt his erection was turning a deep purple. Just when his thoughts started to spiral and he thought of using their safe word, a phone alarm starting blaring from the side of her bed.

Y/N looked up and shot an annoyed glance at her phone.

With a slurp that sounded indecent, she removed his cock from her mouth.

“Dang, looks like my fun is up. Oh well, we should try this again.”

Toshinori let out a relieved sigh when Y/N carefully maneuvered the cock ring off. She had mentioned keeping it on for a maximum of 30 mins for his first time.

“So, what should I do to you now?” she contemplated with a mischievous grin.

He grabbed Y/N and flipped her onto her back. “My turn.”

She looked a little dazed before a determined look overcame it.

“No. It's still my turn.” And with that, Toshinori was once again looking up at her.

Throwing her long hair back, Y/N adjusted her position back so that she once again eye level with his member. She sat up a bit and carefully nestled it within her bosom. Her soft, squishy cleavage felt overwhelming in the best way possible. Using her hands to squeeze the two breasts together, Toshinori started thrusting when she gave him a nod to start. Unable to contain his soft moans, he let himself go and just let his body succumb.

“Y/N…” he breathed.

It was embarrassing how quickly Toshinori lost control, but he was on edge for far longer than he liked. Plus, the blame could hardly be placed on him. From the day he saw her, all Y/N had to do was flash those sultry eyes at him, and he was a goner. With the way her attention was solely on him tonight, he was undone in a matter of minutes. With a loud groan, he spilled all over her chest and accidentally onto his own as well.

“Look at the mess you made. Guess I have to clean it up,” Y/N said while grabbing the t-shirt she had taken off earlier.

“Here, let me help,” Toshinori replied, trying to sit up.

“Nah, I got it.”

She kept her firm hand on him and didn’t let him up.

Y/N swiped all the viscous cum off her and then tossed the garment on the floor.

“Now for you.”

All Might shot her a confused look at what she was talking about but became flushed when he realized what she meant. Y/N exaggeratedly licked the drops of sticky cum that dripped onto his abs. Long and hot, her movements made him catch his breath. He trailed his hands down her legs and parted her to stoke her slippery nub. The clit was hard to get a hold of with her cunt being sopping wet.

“You enjoyed punishing me this much?”

Toshinori tightly grabbed her tit and turned her around, so they were spooning. Without wasting a second, he entered her. Setting an almost violent pace, he fucked her with a single-minded focus. Throughout the night, they continued. Y/N begged just like how she made him. Unlike him who pleaded to cum, she implored for him to stop and let her rest. But he only covered her mouth with his giant palm, intend on breaking her.

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The next morning, Toshinori had to patrol and was unable to stay. So, she gazed at him sleepily as he got ready to leave.

“So, same time next week?” Y/N asked as she twirled her hair.

He paused while lacing up his boots.

“We can’t keep doing this. I'm a Pro Hero. It's not right,” Toshinori replied, sounding not entirely sure of himself. A strange sense of guilt because of their relationship always emerged in the morning. Eating away at his morals and sense of justice.

Her eyes flashed angrily, and she grabbed the collar of his hero costume. Tugging him close, she slanted her lips over his. Y/N bit his lip hard and poured her intense feelings into the kiss. He responded eagerly, almost desperately. She tugged his hair roughly and his scalp burned from the harsh treatment. Continuing to kiss her back, he started regaining control. She was forced to step back with Toshinori crowding her. Just as he was about to grab her firm behind, Y/N stepped away from his embrace.

“I’ll see you later, All Might.”

With that, she pushed him out of the door and closed it.

As he left to go about his day, Toshinori knew he would be back again just like always.

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harryswatermelonsegment · 4 years

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Fire For You

Pairing: Reader/Harry Styles,Harry Styles/Omc x2

Rating : Strong R 100% porn w/o plot tbh

Warnings: *cracks knuckles* orgies,sex parties, anal sex, male oral sex, female oral sex, anal play, sub!dom play, drug use, vaginal penetration, squirting

A/N: Look, never posted fic. And I haven't checked anything 😳 Due to the heavily noted anon prompt fluttering around my dash that read: "My friend went to some weirdo eyes wide shut kind of party in the Hollywood Hills last year and overheard 'yeah you can't use that room, Harry Styles is high as fuck and getting railed by some dudes in there" plus that damn 🍉 video... well, I am at peak feral in quarantine and 3k of smut just popped right out. Title actually the Cannons song cos it's such a sex song innit? I'm doing this at 4.20am after starting this at 11pm my time so..good fucking night. ✌🏻🍉

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You were petrified.

You'd moved halfway across the world with your best friend after a shitty person broke your heart and your spirits.

A circumstantial opportunity had arisen to become her PA,after her chance audition for a series had turned into cult viewing overnight.

She was everything you weren't. Confident, effortlessly cool and entirely comfortable in her own skin and sexuality. That's why, as she sauntered away with a tuxedo clad tall stranger, you stood frozen on the spot trying to remember it was okay to watch.

It had been her idea for you to submit an application after you'd said you needed to take risks and feel good in your skin again. Your best friend had told you you were wasting your youth, after years wasted on the ex you were in this country trying to forget. That you should embrace you were young, hot, single and getting older by the second. So you'd rolled your eyes and submitted your video application. You wouldn't get a reply for such an elite thing.

And yet, here you now were, in a millionaires mansion watching two men fuck a bunny masked stranger infront of you. She looks up at you through the velveteen eye holes and offers you to join with her finger come hithering you over. Your eyes widen.

You immediately remember your stiff upper lip and bound up the right hand staircase as fast as your heels will allow. Hoping to find a cool place to catch your breath.

Maybe you weren't as free spirited as you were in your head. Open to trying things theoretically, but now, as you see a flurry of naked bodies out of your peripheral vision and hear sounds you'd only heard in more private settings, you felt quite overwhelmed.

You were no virgin but not to say you could count on two hands your conquests past kissing either.

You came to the one shut door at the end of the long hallway, assuming it was a bathroom. Heels clicking against the pristine marble floor below as you approached. You put your hand to the cold metal handle, if you weren't prepared to see strangers fuck, you certainly weren't prepared for this.

There were five people in the room.

Three men on the bed and two women. The first woman sat open thighed across a low backed plush chair. Another on all fours on the floor licking into the others cunt as one guy stuck his fingers into her own folds from behind. He was then, with the rest of his olive skinned built body, sharply thrusting into the man on the bed at such a pace you could hear his balls slap against the sweat glistening flesh. He held his hip nearest to you so tightly, you could see the red marks appear from under his large hands.

The slender man receiving all this action was being silenced in his pleasure by the guy kneeling up in front of him. He hummed loudly through his nose as his mouth was busy bobbing up and down the guys length. Eyes closed in the orange low light as he was thrust into still, with such force he deep throated the guy he was swallowing down. He suddenly gagged and the man moaned then pulled his head away and nodded to signal if he was okay to continue, he agreed then he got right back down to business.

It was probably one of the more explicit scenes she'd seen. Making her feel hot and cold all at once. Not because of what was happening, no, it was who it was.

His face was disguised by a navy blue, high winged, theatrical mask. As were those involved, or some variation at least.

You heard a voice beside you at the door frame. A deep voice talking to a white bunny beside him

"Nah, that rooms got enough going on, Harry Styles is high as fuck getting railed by two dudes"

And that's all the confirmation you damn well needed. You'd been in L.A three weeks. Three weeks was all it had taken for you to be stood watching Harry fucking Styles getting Eiffel towered by two guys in the Hollywood Hills whilst you watched, mouth agape in barely any underwear.

No one had seemed to notice your intrusion, if the screaming of the red head in the chair reaching her climax was anything to go by. She rode out her high on the blondes face before getting up, lighting a joint and pulling the blonde up by roots. No real concern that she hadn't climaxed from Mr. Powerthrusts fingers yet. Dragging the young white cat back towards the door with a glistening mouth and chin, you were still entranced at the boy on the bed pooling your sheer briefs and the sight before you.

The redhead looked at you, to where your focus was on, then back to you. Giving one condescending chuckle. Still with the small blonde girls hair in a vice hold she spoke roughly into your ear as she passed.

"He's soft and ready to go sugar, strike whilst he's still loose" with that, she kisses your cheek and her Loboutins clicked away from you.

You stood there. Tits up to your chin from the force of the practically sheer black bra you were spilling out of, the suspender belt grasped your hourglass shape perfectly too. There was delicate, black designer underwear framed by the belt and thigh high stockings. You'd felt beyond confident at the beginning of the party. New eyes dragging over you in a way they didn't when you were in your regular get up of jeans and a t shirt. But behind the Japanese type kitsune half mask, you had felt invincible.

Right up until the point people actually started fucking.

But this, this was different.

You'd never been into guy on guy action, not even in porn. It didn't ignite any fire inside the pit of your stomach like it should. But seeing someone you'd casually ogled through the media like the other few million in the world had, well the chances of being in this position again were rare. Suddenly, the thrill of being able to possibly turn dream into reality spurred you on. He'd never know it was ever you if you met again right?

The three of them were still going at it. Powerthruster behind, contorting his face as he placed smack after smack across the pale flesh of Harry's ass. Grabbing a fistful in each hand as he sped up even more to reach his climax, he cried out when he did pulling Harry's hips flush against his own, it was only now, amongst all the activity that you notice Harry's cock for the first time.

The rumours online highly underestimate it.

He's long and thick and his drippy head is causing a string of pre cum to trail from its opening onto the white silk sheets below.

You clamp a hand between your thighs, the first time you feel your inhibitions falter that night. You had to relieve some of the friction your body needs. Watching the man remove himself, and toss the condom in the bin by the door frame you were still fixed to.

Harry scrambles to the other muscular guy infront of him, kneeling back on his calves, hissing a little as his legs under each cheek spread his already tender hole a bit. He doesn't miss a beat though, the already close to orgasming guy looking down at green doe eyes as he pushes Harry's mouth from him. Harry knows where this is leading and opens his mouth for him spill his seed onto his waiting tongue.

By this point you'd moved quietly from the door and across the wall so you were in prime position to watch Harry swallow all this man's cum whilst you just stood watching.

Feeling like a pervert, feeling turned on, feeling fucking everything to be frank. You'd question it later. Right now you needed Harry to touch you.

One leg kicked up behind you so you could slightly part your thighs and rub your middle finger down your folds beneath your knickers. You began to put on a show. The other hand is inside your bra cupping and squeezing your nipple between your index and forefinger sharply. Panting quietly as you see Harry's eye clock you in his peripheral vision. You're terrified of his reaction for a second before remembering the setting of the evening, but he smirks the best he can do with an open mouth and looks you up and down slowly. His dick twitches in his lap and that's all it takes for you to start rubbing two soaked fingers fast against your clit, your ego inflated that you could be the cause of his heightened arousal. You're going at such a pace on yourself that you almost don't catch the ropes of cum descending into Harry's mouth as he watches you trying to get the release his actions have caused. The guy stills, spent. Harry is still watching you pant faster as you take the hand on your breast away to steady a palm against the wall. He holds the guys cum in his mouth before tearing his eyes away from yours to kneel up and place an opened mouthed kiss onto the guys lips, transferring him back into his own mouth, forcefully. Switching the dominant role back in his favour to show you who was really in control in the room despite how it may have looked. He breaks the kiss, both men chuckle at each other before Harry taps the other guys cheek with his palm playfully. Like his just scored a goal at the Sunday football league, but definitely not like they'd both shared a mouthful of semen.

Your pace has slowed down slightly but you see him whisper something into the man's ear before he hops off the bed, grabbing only his black briefs and closing the door behind him. But not before saying "have fun" to you with a knowing wink.

It suddenly feels very intimate. When there were a few more people in the room it felt easier to blend into the festivities, but now you were essentially alone with a stranger who was watching the slow movements of your hands in your underwear. You decided to carry on, to keep up the pretence that this is the sort of thing you do all the time of course.

It wasn't.

So when he stands straight up off the bed, taking the few steps towards you, slightly pouting into the air as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and gently grabs your wrist that leads to the hand on your pussy bringing the two digits that had been furiously rubbing your clit, up to his mouth. He never breaks his gaze as he sucks them fully, with the same technique you'd just seen on that man's dick minutes previous. Closing his eyes and humming approvingly at your sweet taste.

Your insides are screaming but your present body moans and he drops the hand to grab your waist and pull you tight to his torso. He kisses you hungrily and you taste mostly of yourself and try not to think about the other taste from the strangers cum on your tongue.

He kisses you like he's getting to know you through this alone, grazing his palms from your waist to your shoulder blades then back down slowly to your ass, gripping it tightly to his body as he hooks a thigh over his hip. His cock is sandwiched between you, droplets of pre cum on both your bellies. The crotch of your underwear is rubbing his length slightly as you rock your hips down onto his.

His tongue is lapping and swirling languidly against yours, it's unexpected given the setting but, it's fucking glorious. You grab fistfuls of curls at the back of his head between your fingers and once you get to the nape and give a sharp tug on the baby hair there, his breathing hitches.

"You're quite good at this" he says casually,taking a breath. You pant in response and chuckle slightly. Mostly at the contrast of moods he appears to have.

"Not s'bad yourself" you smile.

There's a heartbeat whilst he takes in your accent similar to his own he pulls back, brows furrowed causing his forehead to wrinkle down slightly at the top of the blue mask. This isn't the time to get to know one another though, you get that, and despite your reservations on this place you suddenly don't give a shit. You push your mouth into his neck suckling lightly and finding a sweet spot at his pulse that has him shaking. His nimble pianist fingers undo the flimsy material of your bra as he goes back to the weirdly passionate make out session, you let it fall off your shoulders, shaking it down your arms to the ground.

He walks you both back to the bed and sits down pulling you to straddle his thighs. You both moan at the reconnection and don't miss a beat rolling your hips over his slowly. Giving him a taste of what's to come. He grunts through his teeth out of frustration, pulling away from you both once more to reach blindly for the fishbowl of condoms, provided by the host, on the nightstand.

"Fucked anyone else tonight?" he asks matter of factly.

Your eyes looked shocked, even though they probably shouldn't be. You furiously shake your head.

"Hm" he chuckles as you lay your hands in your lap submissively, he clearly notices and you see an eyebrow raise over the mask. "that mean you're a good girl?"

Cottoning on to the game he's starting, and that you're more than willing to take part in, you take one side of your bottom lip between your teeth and nod quickly.

This is an absolute fantasy. But you're aware you could get interrupted at any moment so you'll take what you can get before being pushed out, and no doubt off, this absolute wet dream of a man.

He tears the packet open with his fingers, sitting back, a little hunched over to roll the rubber down his length. He hisses at the brief contact after being edged so much the last hour or so. You start to wonder how he's keeping up his stamina before he sits back up, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and interrupts.

"Gonna be a good girl f'me then love?" he leans forward places wet opened mouth kisses at each of your breasts in between his words, looking you straight in the eye. "Gonna slip those pants to the side and get on me then?"

No sooner had he spoke, you were grabbing his cock in your palm with one hand, and pulling the crotch of your soaked fabric to one side with the other. You hadn't done this in a fair few months and definitely never taken a cock as big as his, but your arousal was so high that you were desperate for the sweet pain of being stretched around him. You pumped him barely as to not roll up the condom, just grazing him and feeling him twitch in your fist as he watched you briefly stick two fingers into your cunt. The wetness being heard as you opened your mouth and gasped at the sensation. You didn't want to waste anymore time checking you were prepared so you scooted forwards on his lap. Brushing his swollen head against your clit, before tapping it a few time as you sunk down onto his length. It burned so good as you got to about halfway before lifting yourself up and sinking down again further. It took three times of doing that to be completely seated and drowning his cock in your juices as your pelvises locked together. You both took a second to pant out curses against each others necks.

"Jesusfuck. You're so fuckin' tight. Can you move? Fuck! Please move" he strained into your throat.

You sat back a bit so you were facing one another and with fingers pulling at those nape hairs you reconnected your mouths before rolling your hips experimentally against his.

"Oh fuuuuck" you shot out, the feeling of him so deep inside you and him pressing against your clit was other worldly. The friction of the underwear you still had on, gathered between your folds and caused the sweetest friction. He grunted once as your jaw lay slack at the contact, before getting impatient and guiding your hips to slam into him harder as he thrust up at the same time.

Your head was spinning.

His strong hands pulled you close to him he smeared your lips together as he flipped you so he was on top, manoeuvring you up the bed and slightly diagonal so his feet didn't dangle off the edge.

It became a power battle then. You knew he was on the edge and holding back. He pulled a leg to hitch around his waist and thrust into you at speed. Enough to leave you sore tomorrow. You smirked into his mouth, pulling both up further to lock behind his neck, knowing the angle would make it so much tighter and so much easier to reach that sweet spot inside you. With your head thrown back at the new angle he began leaving marks around your neck and breasts, trying so hard not to cum before you.

Then you had a brilliant, foolproof idea of how to win this game. As he was preoccupied leaving a red mark against your clavicle, you sucked your middle finger into your mouth for your planned attack. Before you could do anymore though, he moved two of his digits against your soaked clit at speed, tapping every now and then and making you writhe and grip the sheets with overstimulation. You held off best you can but he was hitting that spot that few had taken much longer to find before. You knew what was coming but it was too late to warn him.

Your orgasm took over your body from the middle down to your toes and up until your eyes practically rolled back in your head. You heard the lewd, wet sounds his thrusts were still making and wanting to even things up you made a quick recovery enough to part your mouth and make your middle finger drip with saliva as you gripped his ass to guide him into you. You could tell by his speed he was almost there so you went between his cheeks with your slick finger and suddenly buried it inside him to the hilt. He was still stretched from the previous guy so you sink to the knuckle easily. It only took two movements to feel him spill inside you. Long drawn out moans left his lips like a dirty drawl from his throat. You took out your finger and went slack onto the mattress.

He was spent but he wasn't done.

As he pulled out of you carefully, gushes of your cum cascaded down onto the expensive sheets. If he didn't know you were a squirter, he did now. He stared watching it fall from your weepy hole blind removing the condom and tossing it into the bin behind.

"Holy fuck. I.. I've never managed that before. You're a fucking dream….so fucking sexy. Fuck" he looked at you like a feast. Your saturated underwear stretched out beyond repair now. Laying against your thigh and the material dripping. He pulled the stockings from their clips quickly, not taking them off but so he could peel the knickers from your sticky thighs. You noticed he threw them down near what you assumed to be his tux.

And that was it, he pushed your thighs up and back to your body so your knees were flush against your chest. You felt some of your cum still seeping out if you and he growled watching the last few drops drip down your bum and onto the bed.

He dove into you like he'd not eaten in weeks. Lapping every bit of fluid from your pussy, clit, thighs and ass. He licked around your puckered hole as he sink two fingers into your cunt at pace.

"You got one more in there for me hmm?"

He said huskily, keeping one arm across your thighs as he sat up on his haunches to look down on you falling apart. You nodded frantically, feeling the bubbles in your stomach growing again. You felt the pressure build between your thighs. Completely living in this moment with this beautiful man you got to see so desperate for you to cum. He dived back in to trace figure eights across your clit with the tip of his tongue before laying it flat and going up over it again and again. He alternating the two before you were ready to burst. He felt it on his fingers so he stilled them inside you still lapping at clit but using his whole arm to move at speed up and down to keep pushing at that one ridge inside you. When he felt the first wave of your climax hit he quickly put his face infront of your cunt and let the force of your squirt hit him the face. He caught a good amount in his mouth before repeating the signature move of crawling back up to your face and getting your soft, limp body to open up so he could spit your cum back into your mouth. It was tart but sweet probably due to the pina coladas you'd sipped downstairs to get you loosened up a bit.

"Good girl. Swallow, show me y've swallowed it all up" he panted kneeling at your side.

You gulp and meekly open your mouth to prove it was all gone and he smirks and gives you a slow, lazy Sunday kind of kiss that sends its shivers down your spine. You stare at each other as he sweeps your sweet drenched hair from the front of your face. You're not sure what suddenly changed in the room but you've created your own bubble. Your own bubble where a millionaire pop star a Jenner has shagged, whispers praises against the shell of your ear in some sort of awe and kisses your neck and face tenderly. What even is life?

It's stupid but you don't want to go. Well, it's not stupid as this boy is a hurricane in the sheets and why would you not want more!

But you know the deal. This isn't a date. This is an elite fuck party. A. Fuck. Party.

The realisation dawns on you like a thorn to the side. You can't just lay here in a post orgasmic comatose state. There's people waiting, people he's waiting on too. He sees your eyes widen and watches in confusion as you take a white robe from the hook behind the door, still in your heels you pick up your bra. You smile briefly before closing the door behind you and practically sprinting to your car.

Not before seeing the guy Harry had been deepthoating earlier, now standing fully clothed with a headset at the door you'd just come out of with a suit and headset on. Like nothing had ever happened. Of course you weren't interrupted. Of course he had security. You rush back down the staircase before you have a panic attack in plain sight. Your thoughts scrambled beyond what you thought was capable. Did that really just happen? With him? Is this who you are now?

It's only when you get to the end of the street after texting a quick "sorry wasn't my scene, call me when you need picking up" to your mate before leaving that you're suddenly aware you're missing your underwear...

#harry styles smut #Solo 1d fic #harry styles fanfiction

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itsadamcole · 3 years

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under the mistletoe

fem!reader x nick jackson

reader and Nick have had feelings for each other for years, and neither have admitted it. Until the two find themselves under the mistletoe ... “did you just kiss me?”

word count: 3k+

warnings: fluffy, nick being cute. a little bit of drinking

— day 5. let’s gooo —

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You're on the phone with your best friend as you get dressed to go to his house for the annual Jackson Christmas party.

It's a party that Matt and Nick Jackson throw every year, and you've gone every year since they started throwing the party. Their family is invited. Both their families, their blood family and their wrestling family.

You've known Matt and Nick Jackson since June 2016, when the three of you were in Ring of Honor together. You signed with ROH and the first people you met were Matt, Nick, Kenny Omega, Adam Cole, Adam Page, and Cody Rhodes while they were backstage waiting for their segment to start. Kenny wasn't in Bullet Club yet but he was good friends with everyone in the group. Nick was the first person in the group to talk to you.

"Hey, I've never seen you around here," Nick said to you. "You new?"

You smiled and teased him saying, "Maybe. Who's asking? I'm not talking to someone important, am I?"

"You're only talking to a member of the greatest faction in ROH history," Nick said, teasing you back. "Nick Jackson, former ROH World Tag Team Champion." He held out his hand and you shook it.

Smiling, you said, "Y/N L/N, former NWA World Women's Champion."

And that was the beginning of a friendship that's lasted almost five years. You've become close to Nick, Matt, Kenny, Cole, Page, and Cody. You were thinking about forming a new faction with them before Cole left ROH in 2017 to go to NXT. Then the Young Bucks, Kenny, Adam Page, and Cody all signed to AEW. You joined them in AEW, where you're the number one contender for Hikaru Shida's AEW Women's World Championship.

Nick, who's on the phone with you now, asks, "What color are you wearing tonight? It's for science class."

Laughing, you say, "You haven't had a science class in years. Silver, by the way." You're tying the halter top of your dress behind your neck.

The dress you're wearing is silver, obviously. From the waist up is tight, hugging your muscular figure. There's a sparkly design on the top and the neck dips down, revealing the smallest amount of cleavage. The ties to tie the halter top are made of sheer silver fabric. The skirt flares out and ends right above your knees. The whole dress is satin.

"Gotcha," Nick says. "So I'll wear a black suit with a silver tie."

Since you've been invited to the annual Jackson Christmas party, you and Nick have always found some way to match each other while matching that year's theme. This year is formal attire, meaning the women wear dresses and the men wear suits or at least a tie. Last year was ugly sweaters, so you and Nick wore matching ugly Christmas sweaters.

You do your makeup at your desk. Your phone sits on speaker as you do a silver smokey eye look with a dark red lip.

A door opens on the other line and Matt, Nick's older brother, says, "Let me guess. Y/N is wearing something silver."

Nick laughs and says, "Maybe. She's on the phone."

Matt says, "Hi, Y/N. You on your way yet?"

"I'm finishing up my makeup then I am leaving," you giggle. "You two won't have to go much longer without seeing me."

Nick says, "Hurry up, Y/N.

"Makeup is art, Mr. Jackson. It takes more than a few minutes to do," you say, smiling. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

Your best friend laughs and says, "Well, you're only like five minutes away so I expect to see you in about ten."

Finally finishing your makeup, you say, "Make that seven. I'm leaving in two minutes. See you soon."

"Bye, Y/N," Nick says, hanging up the phone.

Just the thought of seeing Nick in a suit makes the butterflies flutter in your stomach. Nick has always looked handsome in a suit and it's honestly making you very excited that you get to see him in a suit tonight, especially in a suit with a tie that matches your dress.

After putting on a pair of three-inch heels, you take your phone and clutch before leaving your penthouse apartment just outside of Jacksonville. The Young Bucks don't live that far away. They don't live together because they have their own families but they live close together too. Within a block or two of each other. You live about three miles away. It's a five-minute drive so you get in your 2-year-old Toyota Corolla and drive to Nick's house.

The drive is extremely short as you try and calm your nerves. You're excited to see Nick but you're nervous about what he'll think of the dress.

You've had feelings for Nick for years. You've never told him. You know he doesn't feel the same way about you. He's had girlfriends, quite a few over the past four years, so if he had any feelings for you then he'd have told you by now.

After you get out of the car, after parking it in the driveway of Nick's house, you walk up to his front door. You knock and wait for someone to open the door.

Matt answers the door. He wears a crazy Christmas suit. You laugh. "Look at you," you say. "Does Dana mind the crazy outfit?"

"She offered to take care of the kids this year at our place," he says. "So she has no idea until someone posts a picture on Instagram or any other social media."

Laughing again, you walk inside.

Matt closes the door behind you and yells, "Nick! Your girlfriend is here!"

Nick calls, "Mel's here?"

You raise your eyebrows at Nick's brother and ask, "Who's Mel?"

"This girl that Nick's talking to," Matt says. "Don't tell Dana but she's kinda hot."

You feel your heart sink into your stomach and all you can say is, "Oh."

Nick walks into the living room and Matt's eyes widen. You blink at Matt as Nick says, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, Y/N. Cole and his boys are on their way. Kenny, Page, and Cody are already drinking all my alcohol in the kitchen. Everyone else will be here shortly."

You look over at Nick and smile. He looks really hot in that suit. He smiles at you. "You look good in the silver tie," you say, trying not to let what Matt said affect you. "Matches me."

Nick laughs and says, "That is kind of the point. We always match."

He hugs you and presses a kiss to the top of your head. Matt looks between the two of you before he says, "I'm gonna make sure that Kenny, Page, and Cody are doing okay." He leaves.

You watch Matt walk away and Nick asks, "What's up with him? He always stays and talks.

"Don't know," you say. "Anyway, I was told that you were talking to someone. Who is she? Tell me!"

Nick laughs and says, "Her name is Mel. She's nice, and hot. I just don't know how I feel about her."

"I should meet her," you say. "The best friend always meets the new girlfriend first."

Nick laughs again and says, "Yeah, that's true."

Matt calls from the kitchen, "Y/N! Come here!"

"I'll be right back," you say to Nick before walking off to the kitchen.

In the kitchen are Matt, Kenny, Adam Page, Cody, and Brandi Rhodes. You approach the group and ask, "Yes?"

The older Jackson says, "So, tell me something, Y/N. How long have you had some kind of feelings for my brother?"

You blink at Matt and say, "I don't."

"That's such bull," Kenny says. "I see it. The rest of us see it."

Matt says, "When I told you about Mel, all you said was 'oh' and your face just completely fell, Y/N."

You cross your arms over your chest and say, "That doesn't mean that I have feelings for him, Matt."

Cody asks, "You haven't told him, have you?"

You shake your head, defeated. Everyone already knows so you say, "Any time I try or I get the chance to, he tells me he's talking to someone new. He has no idea."

Matt says, "Tonight's the night. I know it is."

You start to walk away, wanting to be done with this conversation, and say, "Yeah, right."

You approach Nick in the living room talking to Adam Cole and his Undisputed Era boys. Nick looks over at you and smiles. "Hey," he says. "What did Matt want?"

"He wanted my opinion on the gift he got you for tonight," you lie.

Cole says, "I hope you gave a good opinion on what Matt got his brother." The group kind of laughs.

You smile and say, "I definitely did." There's a knock on the door. "I'll go get that. You guys keep this conversation going."

Nick goes back to talking to the boys and you go answer the door.

When you answer the door, you're greeted by a beautiful girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes. She's wearing a red satin strapless dress. It's short. The skirt ends about halfway down her thighs.

"Hi," she says cheerfully. "I'm Mel. Is Nick Jackson here?"

You give her a kind smile and say, "Yeah. He's in the living room. Silver tie."

She thanks you and walks inside. You shut the door and watch as she embraces Nick, hugging him and kissing him.

After watching that, you walk into the kitchen, rejoining Matt, Kenny, Page, Cody, and Brandi. "I need a drink," you announce. "Like pronto."

Page says, "I can help with that."

More and more people make their way into the house. The lights all come on and Christmas music is being played from a stereo in the living room.

Wrestlers from AEW, WWE, ROH, and other promotions all attend the party. Members of Nick and Matt's family attend as well.

It's about nine, and the party has been going for about two hours now. You're standing in the doorway of the kitchen from the dining room. People are scattered all throughout the house but these two rooms are the least crowded.

You watch Nick and his new girlfriend as they laugh and talk in the kitchen. You sip your drink and can't help but be a little jealous.

While you've been distancing yourself from Nick, he's also made no efforts to talk to you.

Matt walks up and stands beside you as you take a sip of your class of whiskey. "I hope you realize that you're standing under the mistletoe," he says. You glance up and take another sip.

"Well, look at that," you say. "I'm under the mistletoe with no one to kiss."

Both of you laugh and Matt says, "Well, there's one person we both know you'd rather be standing under the mistletoe with. I think he name starts with N and ends with a K."

You sigh at the mention of Nick and say, "He hasn't even tried to talk to me. Like, I might be keeping my distance a bit but he hasn't even checked in on me like he usually does. And we're matching." You pout.

An idea pops into Matt's mind and he says, "I'll be right back." He walks into the kitchen. You watch as he says something to Nick and Mel then leads Mel away. Nick approaches you.

"Hey," he says, leaning against the doorframe opposite you. "You doing okay? I know we haven't been talking as much as we normally do at these thing."

You force a smile and say, "I'm doing fine. I've just been kind of hanging around with Brandi, Britt, and Marina."

Nick smiles and says, "Well, Mel's been wanting for formally meet you. I've been telling her stories about our promos and the they wanted us to be in rival factions in ROH. Plus, I've been kind of introducing her to a lot of people here since she doesn't really know a lot of people. I hope you understand that since you know a lot of people."

That's true and a very valid excuse. You can't complain about that. That thought never even crossed your mind. Mel isn't a wrestler like the other girls that Nick has dated. She may know names but has never met anyone here.

"Yeah," you say. "Of course I understand. I know a lot of people and I'm friends with a lot of people here."

Your best friend says, "I knew you'd understand. Now, how about we go meet Mel. How does that sound?"

You nod, glancing above you at the mistletoe.

Nick starts to walk away. The alcohol you've been drinking gives you enough courage to say, "Hey, Nick? Wait a second."

He turns and looks back at you. You grab his hand and pull him back under the mistletoe. "What's up?" he asks.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you get on your toes and kiss Nick. Your lips brush against his, unsure of the kiss. You gain some courage and kiss him harder.

The kiss lasts for about two seconds before Nick pulls back. Your eyes search his for any emotion as he asks, "Did you just kiss me?"

"Mistletoe," is all you say. "Look up."

Your best friend looks up and spots the mistletoe. He smiles and says, "Oh."

Anxiety starts to rise within you as you meet Nick's eyes. He leans down and his lips meet yours. You're confused but you kiss him back.

Nick's hands move so they're on your cheeks, cupping your face. You grab a fistful of Nick's suit jacket and he presses you against the doorframe.

Your lips move slowly against Nick's, enjoying the moment. Your heart races in your chest as you realize that this is actually happening. This is a real thing now. Everything you've felt for Nick coming out into the open.

There's a whistle and you look into the kitchen, seeing Kenny, Adam Page, Cody, Brandi, and Britt looking at you and Nick.

"I, um," you stammer. "I need to go get some fresh air." You leave the house from the back door. You step out onto the back deck, which is lit up by a few string of lights above the deck.

You lean against the railing and look out over the backyard. There's a pool and a wrestling ring. A forrest sits beyond the backyard.

You kissed Nick and he kissed you. He kissed back. He's talking to someone and he kissed you while Mel was in the other room.

The door opens behind you and you look back to see Nick. You sigh and say, "I overstepped my boundaries. I know that. I'm sorry."

It's quiet until Nick says, "She left. Mel, I mean. I told her that it was nice to know her and that she's a nice girl, but I also told her that I think I have feelings for someone else."

You raise your eyebrows and you turn around. Nick's about five feet away from you. "So you gave her the speech," you say, teasing Nick.

He laughs and says, "I gave her the speech, yeah." You smile. "Now, here I am. Finally telling you how I feel about you. I like you, Y/N. I have for years. All those girls, I was with them to maybe distract myself from you because you're too damn good for me and I know you don't have feelings for me."

You smile and get flustered as you say, "I never said that I don't have feelings for you, Nick. Actually, it's the opposite. I've liked you since pretty much the day we met. I was almost jealous of all those girls you were talking to or dated. Scratch that, I was jealous of all those girls you talked to or dated because I wish I was them."

A wide smile forms on Nick's lips and he says, "All this time, I could have asked you out and been with you but instead I dated around."

You giggle, "You should have talked to me."

Nick walks up to you and says, "I really should have."

His hands cup your face and he pulls you into a passionate kiss. You smile into the kiss and put your hands on Nick's chest. He smiles against your lips as he slowly pulls back from the kiss.

Your eyes meet Nick's and he asks, "What does this mean for us? We'll never be the same after tonight."

"I want you," you say, staring up at Nick. "Do you want me?"

Nick smiles and nods. "Yeah, I do," he says. "I really want you."

Smiling, you say, "Then I'm yours. All yours. I've always been yours, Nick."

He leans down and kisses you again. His arms wrap around your waist and he lifts you up, spinning you around with your lips on his. You giggle into the kiss.

"Holy shit," you hear from the sliding back door. "It looks like it finally happened."

Nick pulls back and looks behind you. You turn around, standing beside Nick. His left arm is around your shoulder.

Matt, Kenny, Adam Page, Cody, Brandi, Adam Cole, and Britt all stand at the door. Matt has a huge smile on his face. "It did finally happen, didn't it?" the older Jackson asks.

You look up at Nick and he nods. "It finally happened," he says, looking down at you.

"Thank God," Kenny says. "It's about time. We all knew this would happen eventually and it finally freaking happened."

Nick's cheeks get red and you smile. "Guys, stop," you giggle. "Nick's getting all flustered."

Matt smiles and says, "Aw. Nicky's blushing."

You look up at Nick and you say, "It's kind of cute."

His cheeks get even more red and he tries to hide. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, and he hides his face in yours. The group laughs and you walk inside, rejoining the party.

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hikarilighty · 4 years

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Katsuki Bakugou as a Boyfriend.

I don't know how to explain this one. Katsuki Bakugo as a boyfriend? A what? A cursing machine type of man? A bad boy? An arrogant, prideful man as your partner for life?

We all know that gentle will never be at his dictionary. He doesn't even know how to show his affection, not even a little care so he, being your boyfriend? Are you kidding with this one?

But no, he is really your boyfriend. Watching him as he got out from the door from your bedroom with only his boxer shorts, right hand on his messy ash-blonde hair which is still spiky, but yeah, it's really messy, and oh, did I forgot to mention, topless? His muscles flexing, especially at his arm with every action he's doing and even with his scowling face while looking at you as if blaming you for something you don't even have a piece of knowledge about, would you even ask for something more aside from this one?

Katsuki Bakugo as your boyfriend? That's a dream which came true.

“You didn't wake me up,” He said with his hoarse voice, telling you that the first time he did after waking up was to find you here on your apartment's living area, sitting on the white couch, watching your favorite anime show.

He crouches to the sofa once he is in front of you before he tried to push himself to your tiny body, hugging you through your waist that you don't have any choice but to put down your iPad to the side part of your couch, right before he placed his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent that gives shivers to your body.

“I miss you,” He whispered. You chuckled a little at how adorable he looks right now. You've been with him for the whole night but he's right here, telling you that he misses you already.

The smell of faint burnt sugar mixed with petrichor entered your nostril. He always smells so sweet that you don't have any choice but to let him do something this close because… admit it, you're loving the body heat he's giving to you at, and having him at your arms is the best thing you could ask at. You started brushing his soft messy hair as you felt his breath became even and deep again as if he's falling asleep. He looks like a child right now. A gentle child wanting to be close to someone he treats as home.

Gentle? It was never existing in his dictionary.

Only when he's with you.

Just as when you thought about him falling asleep when you felt him move, putting his hand inside a big shirt you're wearing that smells so much him, because it's his shirt, and you love wearing his shirts. You were so shocked, but you couldn't do anything but to be weakened at his touches.

A moan escaped from your mouth as he started playing with your peak under your shirt just as when your body instantly heated from feelings surpassing through. He started kissing your neck before he moved and right now, he's towering you again, just like how he caged you with his arms last night before you lost through the waves of pleasure you didn't know you'll be experiencing at with him. And only him.

Bad things that only both of you know about it.

And with him, you are willing to do every bad thing.

He gave you a lazy smirk before lowering his eyes at his hands that you only noticed that both of his hands are now playing wanders at your skin, watching how they move and play with your twin peaks that only him could touch. His eyes are so gentle right now, as it was mixed with heat and darkening at the pleasure he's feeling at.

“Wait… no, I'm still sore,” You pushed him a little through his chest, feeling your cheeks becoming hot from the choice of words you said, but nothing could be used at how you really feel right now aside from that one.

He didn't stop, instead, he's still towering you with his almost naked outfit, with his muscles all over the places, at his hard muscular chest, as your eyes stopped at those packs that could make you hypnotized just by staring at it. How about the bulk of his boxer shorts? You averted your gaze in embarrassment. Don't look or else…

“You wouldn't let me?” He asked the reason why your attention focused on him again. He trying his best to look cute but his eyes are betraying him. His eyes are sharp, and especially the way he looks at you right now, it's like a hungry wolf eyeing its own little prey, waiting for the right time to attack.

“You just had me for the whole night…” You said with your small voice. Your first night again after those months… with someone you truly love.

He moaned in disapproval before he lowered his body to hug you again. Here he is again with his way of asking your permission that in the end, you don't have any choice but to say yes.

“Please? I can't seem to get enough. I want more,” He said to your left ear with his deep voice before he started kissing it gently as if teasing you. You fought back a moan when his kisses go down to your neck, but you couldn't help it especially when he brushed something hard on your thigh, making you shudder with a loud moan escape from your mouth. You felt him smile while kissing his favorite spot as you sighed in defeat.

“Just be gentle, please…” You begged. Because of one thing for sure. Katsuki Bakugo may be gentle when he's with you, but he will never be gentle at the bed, no matter how much he wants to.

“I'll try,” He said so sincerely, but you know he couldn't. Not when it comes to you.

“Ah, dammit. You're so tight baby,” He whispered through your ears as you hold on to his shoulder to get some strength, and for your sanity as it's losing every time he's moving inside you.

“Katsuki… ahh!” You didn't even realize how he undressed you. You only realized that it's really happening when you felt him entered you, as there's still a small hurt feeling because of the size he has, and from the activities both of you did last night.

It's just reminded you of the first time you did it… at his birthday, inside his room in which you gave your virginity as your birthday gift to him… and for your third anniversary.

He gripped at your thigh as he moves harder, deeper, that you could almost think about breaking the couch with his movements. His face and body are kinds of sweaty right now which is the same as yours, as his expression looks as if he's suffering but you know otherwise. It's always been the same view every time both of you are doing it, and no matter how many times you saw the same view already, you can't deny the fact that it has become your favorite view, that you wouldn't get enough of it.

He's always been a beast… with a handsome face and you couldn't deny the fact that beasts always capture girls with a good personality that's making them do sins in every way. You don't even know the reason why you're so attracted to someone like him, in which, from other's perspective, is a problematic man.

But isn't that what's making you attracted to him?

In hope that you're the one who could melt that cold and arrogant personality of him.

And that hope finally came true. Because right now, he's your boyfriend.

He pulled your hair as he pushed himself deeper from your back, just after he made to roll and bent so he could take you from behind. It was both pain and pleasure that even you don't want to admit it, you know you're loving it already.

Your breathing became rugged as you could feel something that's trying to come out. You opened your eyes as it stopped at the full-length body mirror that's placed at the corner of your apartment, as you couldn't help but to feel the pleasure increased at how erotic both of you are looking like right now.

His muscles are flexible with every move he's doing, and every move, it clearly shows how he's badly trying to control himself but failing as how hard and deep he's going into inside me with his movements. And I couldn't stop him, not when I'm loving it.

You uttered some incoherent words due to the feelings you're experiencing right now, but it just increased his movements as if he understands what those words are.

Gripping your tiny waist as he plunges himself in a much harder and deeper way, you exploded from the pleasures that you've been feeling that only him could do, follow by something hot that came from him before he gently pulled your weakening body into his embrace, placing his mouth at your ear before whispering something.

“I love you so much, my love,” With his breathing uneven as he's trying to calm himself. You opened your eyes as the first thing it caught was him, kissing your shoulder while looking straight at the mirror that's showing your reflection with each other.

As you closed the laptop before you lean on your chair, looking at nowhere, wishing that hopefully, Katsuki Bakugo is a real human and not a fictional character from an anime you've watched.

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taephorian · 4 years

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BTS Reaction: You wear revealing clothes

Hurrying down the stairs, you spot Jin waiting for you on the sofa in the living room. He springs up from his seat the moment you are next to him, taking in the rare sight in front of him. You are wearing a new pair of skirt where it ends less than half way down your thighs.

"Yah! What are you wearing?" You can see that he likes what you are wearing, from how his ears turn red almost immediately, to the way he keeps staring at your exposed thighs. It is painfully obvious. However, you know that he would never ever let you go out wearing something like that.

"Do you like it?" You grin at Jin innocently, and for a second there, you actually got him. He shakes his head, looking straight into your eyes. "No. Go change." You can tell that he is trying his best to sound strict and demanding, but he is failing miserably. "Why?" You whine.

"It's too short, I don't want people to be staring at you." This time, he sounds much more sincere. "But why would they?" Jin sighs as he steps closer to you, pulling you into a hug. "Because, babe, you're too beautiful. People can barely keep their eyes off you when you're completely covered, but now that you're wearing this? What if they make you uncomfortable?"

Pulling away from the hug, you give him a smile. "Fine, I'll go change. But don't blame me for being late for dinner." You say, genuinely feeling bad for the uneasy male. "Thank you baby. You're the best." Jin whispers, a small smile on his face.

"Babe, how do I look?" You ask, an excited grin on your face as you spin around for your boyfriend to see. The smile on his lips fades as soon as his eyes takes in your outfit. You are wearing a low-cut shirt that you bought recently, leaving your cleavage on display.

If you ask Yoongi whether he likes it or not, of course, he absolutely loves it, but he is not very fond of the idea of you going outside in that outfit. "Jagi… You look extremely gorgeous, but do you have to wear this?" He asks. "Why? Is it too much? I just wanted to look good in front of you…" You look down at your outfit, no longer having the confidence you had.

Yoongi's eyes soften as he takes your hands in his. "If you're trying to impress me, you don't have to wear this. You're already the most beautiful person I've ever met. So please go change, baby? I don't like it when other men stare at you." His words bring a smile to your face.

You have bought this outfit a few days ago just for today's date with your boyfriend, but now you are not able to wear it. Although you feel a little disappointed, you are glad that you have someone like Yoongi by your side to remind you about how beautiful you are even without wearing revealing clothing.

"I'll go change, wait for me here."

When you come out of the bathroom wearing a simple hoodie and sweatpants, Yoongi never fails to give you a sweet hug. "See? You're still stunning."

Finally, the chance to wear this outfit has come. Hoseok is going to bring you out for dinner with his friends that he has been talking about so much. From what he tells you, you can conclude that his friends are cool and funny. Therefore, you want to look the best in front of them.

You have planned not to change until there is barely five minutes left for you to leave the house with Hoseok so that he would not have the time to tell you to wear something different. The moment you appear next to him, he looks up from his phone as his gaze drops to the skirt that is obviously too short for you.

"Are you wearing this for today?" His brows furrowed. You hum in acknowledgement, too busy putting on your shoes. "What is it? Is it ugly?" Your eyes meet his for a second. "Do you want me to go change?" When Hoseok shakes his head saying that it is too late, you smirk on the inside, knowing that your plan is successful.

However, your boyfriend bolts up the stairs to his bedroom before returning with his jacket in his hands. You look at him questioningly as he walks towards you, no longer worried about other guys hitting on you. Right as the jacket that is too long for you is draped over your shoulders, you let out a groan, feeling defeated.

"Let's go." Hoseok says with a smug look, a hand on your now covered shoulder as he pushes you outside gently. "Ah," He leans closer to you and whispers, "Make sure you keep this outfit on so that I can rip it off you when we come back."

Namjoon does not know what took over him when he tells you to go change into a less revealing shirt. He is usually not the jealous type and lets you wear whatever you want, but when he sees you coming out of the bathroom wearing a shirt with low-cutting, he is not willing to let you go.

"Jagi, please. You never know what might happen to you if you go out wearing something like this…" He repeats, hoping you can understand. "But what's the worst that can happen when you're with me? You'll protect me, wouldn't you?" You ask.

"Of course I will be there for you, but babe, I don't want anyone to make you feel uncomfortable." Namjoon explains, wishing that you would just give in. However, when you look up at him with a pitiful pout on your lips, he cannot help but pull you into an embrace.

"If I let you wear this, promise me you'll stay by my side at all times?" Namjoon suggests as he runs his hand up and down your back, "No matter what?" Holding on to his back tightly, you smile. "Of course, no matter what."

Looking at your reflection in the mirror in your bathroom, you hum satisfyingly to yourself. It has been a while since you have worn something similar to this because your boyfriend never allows you to. But now that he is out with his friends, no one will be able to stop you from wearing it, or so you thought.

The moment you take a step out of the bathroom, you see Jimin seated on the edge of the bed, boringly scrolling through his Instagram feed. As he hears you coming out, he raises his head, but his eyes immediately fall onto your revealing outfit. Shit.

"Hey… You're back?" You ask a stupid question as your fingers fidget on the hem of your extremely short skirt. Jimin does not bother answering you as he finally looks into your eyes. "...Are you going somewhere?" You nod hesitantly. "Like this?" He gaze falls to your skirt once again.

When you nod for the second time, Jimin frowns, his tongue poking the inside of his cheeks in frustration. "What did I tell you about wearing something like this?" You gulp and repeat what he told you the last time. "You don't want anyone else to look at me the same way you do." You can practically memorise it.

"...So?" Jimin raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to do something. Sighing helplessly, the only thing you could do is to return back to the bathroom and change before he could give you a whole ass lecture about why you should not wear such revealing outfit. You know that your boyfriend is doing this for your own good, but sometimes you wish that he is less protective.

The sight of the dress that hugs your curves perfectly causes the heart rate of your boyfriend to pick up. You feel two hands slide around your waist as your back is pressed against a muscular body. "Jagi…" Taehyung complains, stopping you from leaving the front door. "You know I love you right?

"Of course, Tae," You answer, "I love you too." Taehyung grins happily as he lets go of you, moving in front of you so that you can see him. "But I think I'll love you even more if you change into a different dress…" He traces off, looking at your figure.

"But why? I like this dress." You ask, hoping that he will let you go soon or you will be late for your dinner plans with your friends. "I'll like it more if it is on the ground." Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows. Hitting his chest playfully, you slide past him. "Babe, it's not time for jokes now. I really need to go."

"But please go change? I don't feel good when you go out with other guys wearing something so nice." He presses his lips together, unable to hide his jealousy. Until you head inside the house to change, Taehyung will never leave you alone.

This boy would not even notice how short your skirt is until you bend down to grab something you drop. The moment you stand back up, he will see that your skirt has ride up, exposing more than half of your thighs. His eyes widen as he struggles to look anywhere but you.

When you notice Jungkook's strange behaviour, you ask him, "Why is your face so red? Are you sick?" Your hand goes up to touch his forehead even when he shakes his head. "I'm fine, it's just— it's just hot in here." You drop the subject despite knowing something is off about him.

"Hey, babe." Jungkook calls for your attention. Wrapping his sweater around your waist and tying it tightly, he looks into your eyes. "Why did you wear something so short? What if people stare at you?" He frowns.

"We can let them stare at me all they want, but you are the only one that I truly love." You say as a grin replaces Jungkook's frown in a split second.

"Love you too."

END.

#jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #jin x reader #bts reactions #bts imagines #bts fanfiction #bts

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multireese · 5 years

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First Times

Archie Andrews x MALE READER

Summary: Archie and reader have sex for the first time. SMUT! warning.

This is my first time watching Archie fight. Seeing my best friend bloodied and bruised, taking powerful hits to the face wasn't easy. However, he was holding his own. I followed Archie with my eyes and although he was taking hits he was focused.

The fighters go to their corners when the round ends. Punch after punch Archie eventually had his opponent backed into a corner. “This is so intense. I hope he's gonna be okay”, I say to my best friend Josie. She gives a silent nod agreeing with me. Before I know it another round is beginning.

The round begins and I'm simply amazed at how Archie glides around the ring. He looks so incredibly strong yet graceful. Archie gets in several hard punches and his opponent throws a few but only lands one. It continues like this for a while. Until, finally, Archie throws a straight jab that knocks the other guy to the ground. When the referee finishes his ten count Josie and I are on our feet cheering as loud as we could, while Archie’s hand is raised in victory.

Archies ripped sweaty body is on full display as he takes in the crowd's reaction. I can't control the feeling seeing the muscular ginger gives you. Suddenly my hot friend notices me watching him and shoots me a smile. It stretched from ear to ear. In that moment I could only think of kissing all of my best friends bruises and doing anything I could to make him feel good after the win. I returned the gesture, immediately looking down to see the tightness occurring in the crotch of my pants.

Archie must have noticed the panicked look on my face because he gives me a curious glance before being escorted to his locker room. I need to get out of here before Archie returns and that's exactly what I do. This is super embarrassing.

I return to my family's suite at the five seasons. Fortunately, they are out of town visiting friends. Suddenly I hear a knock on my door assuming its staff I open the door without asking whos behind the door. When the door opens Archie is stood there wearing a hoodie and sweats with a look on his face I've never seen on him. Before I muster up the confidence to speak Archie steps in and closes the distance between us.

I reach up towards his bruised face gently moving my hands over his bandages down to his strong jaw. Archie grabs my hands firmly but and slowly puts them by my side. It's still silent neither of us speaking a word in this moment. When Archie leans down to kiss me I'm in a complete state of shock. Our lips meet and I immediately fall into the embrace. His tongue slips into my mouth, Archie grabs my ass and lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist, carrying me to my bedroom.

Archie drops me onto my bed and I land with a huff finally able to breath again. Before I could process that our kiss had momentarily ended Archies shirt is off and he hovers over me on the bed. His hand reaches up my shirt as he marks my neck. “Can I take this off”, he whispers referring to my top. All I could to get out was a shallow “Please”.

Archie and I had flirted in the past even necked on a little but it was never as passionate as this. Something had gotten into Archie tonight, maybe it was the win. Whatever was making him want me like this I was thankful, a guy can get used to this.

After unbuttoning my shirt, Archie plants kisses down my neck and chest all the way to the top of my jeans. In a state of pure ecstasy I allow the hot ginger to pop the button on my pants and slide them off me. I'm so glad I wore cute underwear today. Archie pulls them off slowly, my hard dick slapping against my stomach.

First he lays kisses on my inner thighs that gradually get rougher. I was a virgin but I had seen porn so I assumed what was coming next. I bent my leg at the knee so Archie could better get to my hole. I felt him smile against me before teasing my entrance with his warm tongue. Archie holds my legs up by the back of my thighs while and proceeded to fuck me with his tongue.

“Andrews.” I moan, gripping his hair with one hand and my bedsheets with the other. “That feels so good.” I wondered what this would feel like but I would have never expected getting eaten out to feel this good.

Archie pulls away, once again hovering over me smiling down, all I could do stare back while I caught my breath. A long thick finger enters my mouth as Archie tells me to get it wet for him. I do as I'm told. He slides his finger into me and I let out an audible gasp. Ive fingered myself before but Archie’s digits were longer and thicker. He adds another finger and I tense up immediately. “Do you have lube, y/n?”

“Yeah, in the bottom drawer,” I respond pointing toward a nearby dresser. Thank god Val bought me that as a joke gift for my birthday.

Archie retrieves the bottle of lube and returns to the bed. “Perfect, now you'll be able to take all of me,” he says with a cheeky smile. Somehow that makes me want him even more if that is even possible. I realize that means we're gonna go all the way tonight. I'm going to lose my virginity to Archie Andrews.

I hear the snap of the lube top and close my eyes. In a moment Archie has his two fingers in my hole again. This time I can take them a little better but it's really tight. “Relax babe, you're doing great. You look so hot right now,” Archie whispers into my ear. His fingers move back and forth inside me until he brushes up against a spot that makes me dizzy moaning mess. “You ready for me babe?”

Archie pulls his sweats and underwear off quickly, his thick intimidating cock pointing right at me. I've never been face to face with such a big dick. “Y/N, uhh I forgot to bring a condom” Archie says apologetically.

“Its okay, Andrews.” I pull the red head into a deep kiss. “I trust you.”

“Are you sure? We don't have..”Archie starts but I cut him off.

“I want you Andrews, so badly.”

I feel his dick at my hole teasing me. As Archie pushes the thick head of his cock into me I'm overwhelmed but I do my best to stay relaxed. “If you need to bite scratch or hold onto me. Do it, I can take it. If we need to stop let me know babe.” I nod at him. With that Archie pushes a little deeper into me. I dig my nails into his back to deal with the pain but eventually I get used to it and allow him to go a little deeper. It goes like this until Archie’s waist meets my thighs and he's fully inside of me.

I feel pain but Archie's subtle movement were intoxicating. Eventually I let him know I was ready for him. The movements in and out of me, back and forth, deeper than I even imagined it could go. Filling me with pure ecstasy.

“I love you so much,” Archie held me tighter,“ Im so lucky.” I could not respond to him outside of moans and nails digging into his arms.

Eventually, the pain is gone and its replaced with bliss. Archie continued rolling his hips into me, pumping against my prostate. I felt myself reaching climax. I didn't know it could happen from just being fucked. “Archie, Im gonna cum,” I whispered out.

“Me too babe.”

Archie then grabs my waist and begins fucking me harder and faster. Toes curling,I feel my orgasm building up. I can't but begin to stroke myself. The sexiest groans and grunts escape Archie's mouth as he fills me with the warm seed from his throbbing cock, triggering my own orgasm shooting onto my stomach.

He slowly slips out of me as I catch my breath. After collapsing onto my bed near me. Archie pulls me closer to him and presses his lips against mine and stares into my eyes as we seperate. “What are you looking at, Arch?” I say playfully laying my head on his chest.

Archie gives me a light laugh before saying something I never thought would be true,“My boyfriend," all I could do is smile before he said the only thing that could make this moment better, "Now let's get cleaned up and go to Pops. I'm starving."

#riverdale #archie x male reader #archie andrews #kj apa #archie andrews x male reader #male reader imagines #male reader #x male reader

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