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#not meant in a n s f w way just in a i want to be wanted and even though someones want for me might be brazen its not entitled
coconutdays · 5 months
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seat taker
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s. you have a crush on the smartest and sexiest guy in your lit class who happens to ride a motorcycle with spooky season around the corner. what ever might happen?
w.c. 10.6k
w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut! (its more so toward the end so u can read until it cuts off to that lol if u want)
a/n: based on this idea I posted about biker!geto from uni lol, I didn't really proofread so ill get to that sometime later after I shower and eat lol just wanted to get this out
"go sit next to him then."
you take a nervous gulp from your water bottle as you walk to your lit class. the effort was a bit clumsy considering you were using one hand to open and close it while the other held your phone, your friend on the other line.
"never, would I ever have the balls to do that. i may be confident but I am not as delusional as the caveman gym bro that took your seat so he could sit next to me in anthropology."
she laughs on the other end, a hysterical giggle at your backtalk.
"well then he's just gonna keep thinking you're creepy cause you stare."
you let out a haughty scoff, "as if I acknowledge his existence." a finger of yours goes up in the air, as if she could see you being a smartass about your discretion, "I never look at him. I only get in a glance or two when he asks the professor a question or when he raises his hand to answer a question."
"you're insane."
"unfixable." you sigh prettily and proudly before giving a more serious response to her first suggestion, "and it would be really awkward if I sat next to him either way. the class is packed and everyone has their assigned unassigned seats, the white haired guy that always sits next to him would probably push me off his seat if he ever saw me there."
"that is true. some girl did that to me in stats and I was like ??? have you not been sitting somewhere else this entire semester? pissed me off that I had to sit somewhere else and take someone's seat."
you're about five seconds away from your lecture hall door when you add to her complaint.
"right. and then that person looks at you funny cause you took their seat and then argh–its just a fucking domino effect." you turn around and take a step into the class, the sight before you bringing emphasis to the last words that you meant to finish off with, "fuck seat takers..."
"huh. what was that last part?"
your classroom is full. every one of the 200 seats are seemingly just taken. it's a sight you're not used to when you walk into class. normally, when you decide to go in, about half of the class is there, and you were starting to curse the fact that you gave yourself the luxury to finish the last of your reading for next week ahead of time. those ten minutes didn't seem like they'd make a difference, they sure do now...
with white haired guy sitting in YOUR seat.
its across the lecture hall from where he normally sits, next to Geto, who just so conveniently has an empty seat next to him, the only empty seat.
poker face, poker face, poker face.
it's all you repeat to yourself as you walk up the carpet steps to the row where Geto is sitting and try to continue the conversation with your friend.
there's no white noise, some people are typing away at their computers and others are chatting with the person next to them or near them, so it gives you room to explain yourself a little without being heard.
"everybody's already in class, and white haired guy is in my seat dude, and guess which seat isn't fucking taken." there's an edge to your voice, however it lays undetectable with your calm face.
"WAITTTTTTTT. AHAHA–"
you can feel your body heating up in nerves when you start walking between Geto's row, to the seat next to him.
"stop f/n. I am on the verge of committing a serious crime. I'm going to actually end up in handcuffs by the end of today. the–"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA." She keeps laughing at you as you force yourself to not care that you're pulling out and sinking into the chair next to Geto. If he acknowledged you, you wouldn't have known, his mere presence something you deleted from your mind in order to process the current events before you right now.
a high pitched and drawn out HA is the last of her laughs you hear before she speaks again, "I basically manifested this for you. you should be thanking me."
"fuck your manifesting. I'm not excited for this." you don't care to filter your voice into a whisper, it stays at its normal tone even though you're next to Geto because he didn't even know what the conversation was about anyway.
you balance your phone between your shoulder and cheek while you begin to take out your iPad and journal for class.
"ask him for a ride on his motorcycle after heh." she pokes at you and you feel like you can hear her poking out her tongue in malevolence.
even though you're slightly grumpy at your predicament, you manage to make a comment accompanied by a sigh, "with the way midterms are looking, id need a different kind of ride."
"you can ask him for that too~"
"shut up, you menace."
"hehe," she strikes evilly, "well, I'll leave you to your class with your boyfriend."
"no, stop, the class doesn't even–"
"bye!"
and she hung up on you, leaving you to flip mindlessly through your notebook while you try to ignore the presence of the hot hot hot piece of sexiness next to you.
suguru geto has been at the forefront of your mind for weeks now. you had always slightly admired him from afar, considering your actual seat in the lecture hall was across the room from him. he was undeniably attractive, with his long black always tied up in a bun and clean outfits. and his intelligence, he was always one to garner thoughtful debates in class in response to the professors teachings. his calmness towards everything was enough to make you swoon at the thought go him being that patient with you too.
and his stupid motorcycle, the thing that made it all click for you.
you had been walking to the library after class to meet with your classmate to work on an anthropology presentation when you caught a glimpse–stare–of him getting onto a motorcycle and pulling a helmet over his head before he quickly rode off to wherever he was going. for some reason, it really got your gears grinding and wishing you could just jump this man and do some truly desperate things.
he was all you thought about after. none of the other cute guys in your classes could hold a candle to the being that is suguru geto, renouncing you into a pining mess that looked forward to every lit class–even though you pretended you didn't care for him.
god, what even was the point in all of this if you weren't ever going to make a move? if he just SPOKE to you first maybe you could get some rizz in–
"you have pretty handwriting."
"I–what?"
you perk up like a deer in headlights at the sudden voice of Geto, wondering if you're the one he's speaking to.
and he is, he's spinning a pen between his fingers while he looks at you, slightly gesturing towards the journal in your hands, your cursive covering the pages of it.
"oh!" you're still caught off guard, doe eyes in the face of his sudden and scary, to you, comment, "thank you. can't even read it sometimes though, it's like trying to understand another language when I have to study what I write after."
he smiles slightly at your comment, a whisp of his dark hair swaying near his right eye, "I think it'd be cool to try and translate."
you resist the urge to curl into a ball and wish he would just look away from you, but you persevere, holding out your journal to him.
"be my guest." you say without hesitance
he sets his pen aside when he grabs it, immediately flipping through the pages and starting to skim through your notes, his eyes moving side to side as he does. you get a good view of him while he goes about trying to decipher your writings. he's wearing a black shirt today, it's not exactly tight, but not loose either. it gives you the perfect view of his arms bulging a bit, his biceps' size is an eye sore for you.
he's wearing these black stud earrings too, only visible because of the bun that he keeps his long hair. you wish you could see how long his hair actually was sometimes, he had never worn it down to class.
"looks like I'm more versed in your cursive than you are." he glances at you, a faint smile on his lips
your eyebrows raise a little and your eyes widen, "what? you can read it?"
he closes the journal and slides it to your spot on the very long lecture table. geto then leans over to your side a bit, close to your ear, and starts to point across the room to his white haired friend.
"see that idiot with the pitch black glasses?"
the question sends chills down your spine, the proximity making your heart race.
"y-yeah."
"silver spoon baby. learned cursive when he was four and it's basically incomprehensible unless you've been sharing notes with him since high school."
a laugh flows out of your lips, etching a smile on your face. your shoulder slightly bumps into his chest from it before you turn your head to directly face his.
"and I'm taking it that you're well versed in his cursive then too?"
he looks at you with a slight dreaminess in his eyes, his height still domineering over you even if you were both seated next to each other.
"have to be, would have failed lots of class projects if I didn't"
you take the opportunity to poke about the whereabouts of his friend in your seat now that he's been mentioned.
"and why's he sitting over there then?" you blink up at him for a response
at this, geto sinks back to his original position on his chair, face a million miles away from yours now as he goes back to fiddling with his pen.
"he's...trying to flirt with the girl he's talking to right now." he shakes his head a little, although there isn't much of a disappointed look in his face, it's more entertained. he was probably used to his friend's antics by now.
"ah. at least it looks like she's into it." you dispense the weight of your head onto the palm of your hand as you look at his friend with him, "could not have been me."
"what?"
you don't turn to look at him as you respond, "this Andrew Tate gym bro took my friend's seat to sit next to me in my anthropology class the other day. tried speaking to me like those guys who swear all you need is a computer to become a millionaire. worst ninety minutes of my life."
you hear a puff of a laugh from geto
"I can guarantee you Gojo has better skills than that. he's probably talking about his Halloween party for this weekend."
you flip your head to look at him suddenly, "he's that guy?"
every big party that everyone talked about on campus was always held by Gojo. they had numerous amounts of beers and liquor bottles. always the best music, the best hookup stories, the best snacks, everything. you hadn't put a face to the name until now, although it should've clicked when you found out Geto's name. his was always being paired with Gojo, as some would put it, two pretty best friends.
geto could see the gears turning in your head and his eyes creased a little at your realization in a smile, "yea, that's the guy."
you're a bit taken aback by his confirmation and turn to take another look at gojo before looking back at geto.
amused, geto speaks again, "by all means, go for it, he's–"
you quickly shake your head and stretch out both your hands to frantically do the same, "no, god, no. i'm not into him. it's just I didn't know that was him. I always hear good things about his parties."
geto nods, "he has an affinity for making sure everyone has a good time. you ever been to one?"
you shake your head, "never, haven't had the chance to or been invited."
"you should go to the Halloween one." geto suggests, gesturing his pen in your direction before going back to spinning it around his fingers, "you know where it is?"
you shake your head again, now completely facing his direction, the attention you were giving to his friend gone and now placed on him.
geto gestures towards your journal and reaches for it, "may I?"
you nod, curious at what he was going to do.
he flips the journal and opens the very last page, guaranteed to be blank and begins writing something on it.
when he pushes it back to your side of the table, you can see what he's written now, an address.
"that's where the frat house is."
you wiggle your eyebrows a little at him, "you in the frat too?"
geto laughs fully this time and shakes his head, "no. I have my own apartment. that's just gojo's thing."
you acknowledge him and look over the address written on your journal, "I'll think about it. have to wear my costume somewhere right?"
"what is it?" he tilts his head curiously, genuine interest in what you would choose to dress up as.
you try to bite back the smile at the knowledge you have of your costume and choose to leave it up in the air for him, tapping your journal on his shoulder.
"now that is something for you to find out if you see me at the party."
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just how it's entailed in mean girls, you dress up slutty for gojo's halloween party. you wore a playboy bunny costume, close to one of the sluttier things you can wear, but it's rare recently for girls to wear as opposed to the trendy fairy and angel costumes lately.
although it isn't exactly halloween yet, its the first out of the two parties gojo was holding in honor of the holiday. next weekend there would be another one on the actual day, but you didn't know if you'd go that one yet, you were going to see what this one was all about though.
you brought your friend with you, hooking her up with the address geto provided you because she had been aching to go to one of gojo's parties too.
your eyes light up when you see geto's sleek black motorcycle parked near the garage as the both of you walk to the door.
"god, there's so many people inside." your friend all but screeches in excitement and you would too if it weren't for the nerves of impending doom that geto, your everything crush and classmate, was going to see you wearing this.
the chills that come from the thought make you rub your shoulders for heat as you walk inside and the blaring of the music becomes even more booming now that it isn't being shielded by the walls of the house.
"where do you think the drinks are?" you try to speak up, a trace of small worry at bumping into geto laced in your voice.
she raises her head up and looks around to see where she could spot the alcohol until she starts dragging you by the hand, "the kitchen is over here I think!"
she pushes the both of you past clusters of people, paving the way for her desire for vodka and it makes you bump into someone a bit roughly.
you try to voice out your apology quickly as she keeps dragging you along, looking back at who you just bumped into.
it's geto.
his eyes show mild surprise, not one for entirely showing his emotions, they're widened a bit and he looks a bit taken aback while his eyes rake up and down your body–still being dragged away. he's not wearing a costume, sporting a white t-shirt and jeans instead.
the words of apology you were going to utter fall off as you make eye contact and realize it was him you bumped into, he who just got an obvious look at your costume.
you're glad the speed of your friend makes the interaction short lived due to her lightning speed in suddenly bringing you to the kitchen, which is lined with beer and liquor of all kinds, every space of the spacious kitchen taken up by alcohol.
you hurriedly reach to serve yourself a cup of strawberry vodka, hoping that the first sip and those after might make your nerves dilute. when you turn around to talk to your friend, who's probably already served herself straight flavorless vodka, she's being flirted with by her anthropology club crush. she gives you a quick glance, a combination of 'oh my god oh my god' and 'sorry' being communicated to you.
you smile at her knowingly and point towards where everyone was dancing and talking, marking that that's where you would be while you left her to go as far as she wanted with the boy in front of her.
you're halfway through the crowd to make it to the patio when a voice is suddenly in your ear from behind.
"is it as cool as people say?"
you jump at the intrusion and cradle the cup of vodka to your chest and look at who just spoke to you.
it's geto, exactly behind you, his large frame towering over your body and leaned over so you could hear him.
you're stopped in your tracks and turn around to face him now, trying hard not to feel intimated by your basically half naked right in front of him.
"yeah!" you nod
geto turns his head a little from his spot at least a foot above you and leans down again, at level heads with you
"sorry, say that again." he looks at you earnestly, wanting to be able to properly hear your answer with the loud music echoing into your ears and his.
"I said yeah! I didn't know parties could be this packed!" you say, taking a nervous sip from your cup as you look at him
"what happened to your friend?" geto keeps his posture the way it is to keep talking to you
"the guy she likes started talking to her!" you exclaim past the loud blare of music.
"ah." he nods, taking a quick glance to the kitchen and spotting your friend smiling eagerly at the guy in a jason costume in front of her. "what are you going to do then?"
you blink cluelessly, haven't actually thought about until he asked you.
"dance!" you look around the room so he could look with you. bodies pressed against each other and bodies dancing by themselves all across the room.
geto smiles and straightens himself before reaching a hand out to you and gives you a look of 'wanna take it?'
you can't help the bashful smile that makes its way to your face as you hesitantly take his hand. he softly brings you closer to him, not as close as the other horny bodies in the room, but it's a little intimate and makes you feel intoxicated. he puts his other hand high on your waist, making sure to avoid the sluttiness beneath that line of your torso considering your outfit, and he starts to sway the both of you to the music. he holds you to himself with you hook an arm over his shoulder and use the other hand to hold your drink, singing along to the music with a toothy smile.
it was playful, the interaction with him, a fun setting between the both of you. the combination of that and the large heap of strawberry vodka you served yourself and managed to finish by the second song with him were the reason for your increasing comfortable nature with him. you were laughing and laying your head on his chest frequently through your endless bursts of energy and gasping breaths for relief.
he was smiling throughout the entirety of it, never getting too comfortable though, and keeping his hands where they had originally been.
"I just wanna be one of your girls tonight!" you sing at the top of your lungs.
geto lets go of one of the hands encircling you and instead reaches for one of the hands splayed across his shoulder and chest, caressing it with a thumb.
you tug at him a little with your other hand and he leans down to hear what you're about to say.
"wanna get drinks?" you ask, craving a sweet hard seltzer instead of another pour of vodka.
"you want something?" geto asks you back
"are there any strawberry drinks?" you blink up at him
geto looks like he's thinking for a second, trying to remember the usual drinks his best friend caters, before he nods, "yeah there are. want me to get you one?"
you nod eagerly at him and follow him to kitchen. he had taken a hold of your hand when he noticed you were going to accompany him, he didn't want you to struggle getting through all those people.
he had been bent over to look through a cooler on the floor before he stood up and held out a strawberry daiquiri to you, "here."
"thank you." you nod before you jump and sit on the countertop so you could rest and drink
you notice geto doesn't have a drink in his hand when he leans against the kitchen island in front of you.
"you didn't want a drink?"
geto shakes his head calmly, "gotta drive back."
"oh." you remember his motorcycle from earlier near the garage and strike another question so he doesn't know that you know he has a motorcycle. incredible logic.
"what kinda car do you have?"
"ah, not a car, a motorcycle." he smiles slightly, the answer was humble
"oh~"you drag out–as if it was new information to you–and continue drinking from your bottle.
"you have a ride back home though?" geto asks, crossing his arms over his chest so he could be more comfortable while listening to you.
"uhh," you reach for your phone and see a message from your friend asking if it was okay for her to go to McDonalds with her crush, "well I was going to uber with my friend, but she just had a change of plans."
"I can take you home." he offers genuinely, tilting his head in await for your answer.
"In your motorcycle?!" you blurt out
he starts laughing heartily at your answer and smirks at you when he speaks again, "never been on one?"
"no." you shake your head, a bit intimidated, "what if I fall. im literally naked im gonna get cut up by the road."
geto smiles at you, "that's a fair concern, but I'll give you my helmet and let you borrow my jacket, it's big, it should cover you up a bit no?"
although the alcohol leaves your brain empty, you think it over which involved nothing but staring at him in supposed 'thought' before you nod, "okay."
"can I give you my number? so you can send me your address?" geto asks, shuffling a little bit closer to you
"mhm." you hand your phone to him and watch as he types away into your phone before he hands it back to you. when you stare back at his contact name, suguru geto, it makes a dawn of realization wash over you.
"you don't know my name, rig–"
"y/n."
you do a double take at how fast he says it and his eyes crease at your reaction.
"what?"
"you get involved in the lectures a lot." he takes note for you
"oh." you sink back into yourself
"do you know mine?"
you shyly respond with a, "yea, you get involved a lot too..."
"good to know." he grins a little, watching as you take the last sip of your drink and gesturing back towards the dancing scene, "wanna go back?"
"yeah." you confirm softly, taking the hand he gives you so you can get off the countertop smoothly. and when your feet touch the ground, you yelp, "ow ow ow ow!"
the hour of pure dancing and jumping around had not been a good rival for your new and tall heels. they were a height you had walked before, but the shoes themselves were new and not worn in, causing a great deal of pain across your entire foot.
geto held you by just below your armpits, the worry he had seeping through in his widened eyes and his leaning over to see if he find out what was wrong with you.
"what's wrong?" he asks quickly
"the heels," you scrunch up your nose in pain and sigh, "they hurt like a bitch now that I got a bit of rest."
you can tell geto feels bad about your pain by the way he grimaces for you and plants you on the countertop again. he suddenly kneels down and begins to work at the clasps of your heels.
"you can borrow my shoes. that sound alright?" he looks up at you from where he's at, already sliding one of the heels from your feet.
you're quick to deny, "but what about you?"
"satoru and I are the same size, I can just ask him for a pair, he has a million."
you give in at his response, embarrassed, "okay."
"you want me to take you home now?" he lightheartedly smiles as he works on the other heel, "I think you can walk in my shoes, but dancing doesn't seem doable."
"well yea." you say dejectedly, a little frown etching itself on your face when he finally comes back up, his lips quirk up a little when he sees it
"wait for me here then." he says, putting your shoes next to you on the countertop before he walks off a little hurriedly to you assume gojo's room.
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when geto walks you to his motorcycle, he takes your heels and puts them in the compartment box of it for you, then takes his helmet and immediately puts it on your head.
an 'oomf' leaves your mouth at the sudden weight of it and he looks a little amused as he starts working at the straps of it.
"there you go."
he smirks a little as he looks at the, very large in comparison to you, helmet, and picks up his jacket that he brought back from gojo's room to put on you.
"there we go" he sighs, almost like he's proud of himself and gets on the motorcycle, turning his torso a little to pat behind him for you to get on too.
when you get on and take in the feeling of sitting on a motorcycle for the first time, he's turned around and looking at his phone, pinching and zooming in on the route to your apartment.
"you actually live pretty close to me." he murmurs, noting what roads to take.
"yeah?" you yawn, laying your head on his back
"alright," geto says, starting up his motorcycle, revving it up a bit, "hug me tight okay?"
you nod sleepily and wrap your arms around him, brain so eased by the alcohol in your system that you don't overthink it, as if your sober self wouldn't be screaming and crying on the inside during this exact situation.
geto drives off at a decent pace, some part of you thinking that this might not be the speed he normally drives off and that he was taking it a bit slower just for you. you could feel him breathe in and out all throughout the ride, his chest and stomach were rising and falling underneath your touch. you fell half asleep on him halfway through it, managing to grasp onto him like a child with their stuffed animal, and unable to resist the heaviness of your eyelids.
you blink back to reality at the sudden stop of movement, the stilling air was no longer brushing past your skin and the noise of wheels screeching against the road was gone.
after geto helps you get his helmet off, he hangs it on one of the handles and takes your heels out of the compartment box.
"this is your place right?"
another yawn flutters past your mouth again and you hold out your pointer finger to say yes.
"alright." geto says, watching as you lead the way into and through your apartment and to your place. he had placed a ghost of his hand near your back in case you started to trip up from his shoes considering their size in comparison to your feet. the walk was quiet considering your focus on making it to your door and the overwhelming sleepiness dawning on you.
when you get to your door you slip off geto's shoes and them to him, taking your heels from him in return.
"thank you, geto." you hold try not to yawn again, doe eyes sleepily fluttering at him
"you can call me by my first name." he comments comfortingly, "and no problem. see you in class?"
"yeah." and this time you do yawn, again, before you open your door and walk inside, looking at him while you hold onto the frame.
"alright then." he looks down at you from across the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding onto his shoes, "get some rest okay?"
"okay." you almost murmur, your bed calling out to you.
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you get to class at the time you usually do the following class meeting. the weather forecast had been a little chilly, so you opted for a cozy, off the shoulder sweater. it was fashionable and you had been dying to use it the moment you saw the weather forecast the night before.
you're scribbling notes onto your iPad this time, going over lecture notes from your earlier class that day. there were some things you forgot to add and that's what you always used this time for before class started. you see the class start filling in minute by minute out of your peripheral vision as you do this.
your habit of pretending to not care about suguru's presence is still existent, so all you can see for a fleeting second when you look into your backpack for a mint is that he is indeed sitting at his normal spot with gojo.
there was no chance to look at him that day in class, he hadn't spoken, which wasn't really rare, sometimes you wouldn't speak in class either. you, however, did speak in class that day, the module that the professor was teaching that day had piqued your interest a great amount and thus called for a great amount of your interaction with the lesson.
by the end of class, you were setting quick reminders on the notes you had taken of what was the most important before you started packing your bag to leave. the sound of feet and shuffling to leave the class a bit noisy, but it could let you make out the distant loud voice of gojo, probably talking to suguru.
"I have been on my best behavior. I do not know what you mean by that Suguru." "No no no that was a favor, look where it got you." "Oh you are such a wuss."
It was only a little appealing considering the fact that you couldn't hear what suguru was saying and the things that gojo was saying didn't let you get any clues as to what they were talking about. oh well.
you wanted to go home and start studying for a test tomorrow, so you started walking out of class, past suguru and gojo's line of view.
you heard a smack, like one of them had hit the other.
and gojo's voice, "idiot."
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you were sitting at your desk, going over the last of your test review when you felt your phone buzz across the desk and picked it up
suguru
hey
y/n
hi
suguru
you wanna take satoru's seat next class?
y/n
he wants to flirt with mika again?
suguru
not rlly lol.
y/n
?????
suguru
I think it'd be cool to switch desk buddies every once in a while ;)
y/n
lmaooo. I won't tell mika if that's what you're scared of
suguru
haha, that's not rlly the case, but just take his seat
y/n
okay?
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when you go to class again that same week, you hesitantly take gojo's seat. there was no follow up text from suguru after you said your okay and it was a little off putting. of course it had only been that night and the day after that he hadn't texted again, but it was a little weird, especially for it being the very first text conversation he strikes with you. the only thing that had been exchanged between either of you in your messages had been your address to him from gojo's party.
there were no notes for you to go over, there was no test or important knowledge that you had to use soon in any upcoming classes, so you were left to wait for the class to begin while you aimlessly scrolled through your phone and watched people come into class.
three minutes had passed before suguru and gojo were walking into class together. gojo was rubbing his friend's shoulder rather roughly, a fang filled smile on his face as he said something to him. suguru didn't seem to mind it, like many things, his eyes still had that warmth they always had, but it looked like he had said something back.
gojo playfully shoved suguru forward by the back before he laughed evilly and walked to your original seat, if you were right, you could see his bright blue eyes flick to you for a second behind his glasses before he smiled at the girl he flirted with last week.
you look up at suguru as he finally gets to the seat next to you.
"hey." he sighs with a smile as he plops into the seat.
"hey." you smile only halfway, a little tired from staying up to finish a homework the night before.
"sorry about the cryptic texts." he starts to apologize, moving his chair a little closer to yours, "satoru took my phone."
ah. that's why it seemed so out of character
"it's fine." you reassure, "they were a little off putting to read."
suguru scratches at the back of his neck, "I'm sorry about that. I meant to text after but I felt awkward."
"really? about?"
for the first time, you see him stumble on what to say, hesitance obvious when he opens and closes his mouth for a painfully slow second before he manages to respond, "to see if you were coming to the party on actual Halloween night this weekend."
"oh." your mouth opens in a little oh, oblivious to what he really wanted to say, "I'm not too sure. my friend that I went to the party with is spending it with that same guy she left with. so I don't have anyone to go with. plus I already used my costume."
"what's wrong with using the playboy bunny costume again?"
you eye him, disappointed, and lean over to flick his forehead, "i...am not an outfit repeater, suguru. the people who saw me at last week's party are going to remember me and say 'she's using the same costume again, what a loser'"
he gazes back at you as if you pat his head instead of just flicking it, warmth and a hint of mischief seeping into his stare, "you're right, you did catch a lot of attention."
"what?"
suguru leans back in his seat and answers, "you looked beautiful. it was hard to ignore."
"for who?"
"for me and every guy with eyes at the party."
he seems calm and confident when he says it, but his cheeks and ears start to get a slight pinkish hue as he awaits your response.
you try to keep looking at him, fighting the need to look away and wait for the professor to start class, your flustered face saying all too well what you're feeling, "what am I supposed to say to that?"
"you don't have to." suguru moves forward, positions his feet to face you as well as his face, and puts his elbow on the table, slanting his body onto it a little, "The president of gojo's frat asked for your name. He really liked you."
"Zenin?!"
"You like him?" he asks, with the tone of a guy who would try to set you up with the president if you said yes.
you shake your head, gaze looking down in embarrassment, "no no. it just caught me off guard..."
"if you like Toji it's fine," he tries to lower his head so he could catch your eye again, speaking earnestly yet something about it sounds like it's fake, it's weird, "he's like a dog, treat him well and he's loyal. although he can be brutally possessive, probably the type to leave hickeys on your legs if you're going to be with him and wear a costume like the one from the party."
"no, I don't like him. he's not my type." you answer meekly, having felt a bit of pressure from his boasts of the frat president.
"no?"
"no."
and before he can continue with his intense conversation again, you're saved by your professor, dramatically entering the class and bellowing for all of you to pay attention to him.
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when your class ends, you try and succeed at scampering away from suguru before he can get a word out. as if she possessed magical powers, your friend called you the moment your professor ended the lesson. within the millisecond her name popped up on your phone, you grabbed at your phone at put it to your ear.
"hello?"
"hey hey! I have a question!"
you pay no mind to suguru as you haul your backpack over your shoulders and begin to walk out of class.
"what's up?"
"do you want the extra halloween costume I bought? levi is taking me to dinner on halloween for our date and I won't get to use it."
"the fembot costume?!"
you can almost makeout the banter between suguru and gojo a way's away behind you as you walk down the concrete steps of the building.
"yeah! you can go to gojo's party in it!" she beams, before her voice gains a bit of malice, "you can dance with motorcycle guy again~"
"go there by myself?" you groan, almost wanting to stomp your feet on the pavement beneath you
"lots of girls go by themselves to parties!"
"well I've never done that." you grumble
"aw come on. use the costume and go for me. pretty pleaseeeee."
"I'm going to give you a reason to be scared on halloween if this goes south for me. got it?"
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it's cold when you get to gojo's party and you're beyond psyched out of your mind. from the unbelievably slutty costume that let everyone see your naked body in panties due to sheer babydoll material and the fear of coming across a very handsome suguru or toji zenin, who as handsome as he was might be able to seduce you, but you didn't want him like you did suguru.
you're more conscious of the stares now, due to suguru's previous comment and the fact that this costume was way more revealing.
on instinct you rush to the kitchen and get a strawberry daiquiri like the one suguru got for you exactly a week ago. you didn't want to get drunk tonight considering you came by yourself, so reaching for the strawberry vodka again was not within your list of options.
your eyes were on high alert as you pushed yourself through the countless bodies dancing, trying to remain unseen.
it doesn't give you cause to hide for some reason, considering he's suguru's friend, but you see satoru strut to the kitchen in a slutty firefighter costume. he was wearing the pants and boots, and nothing on top but a set of suspenders. classic.
however, you do a double take when you suguru geto wearing that same exact costume. you swear you feel your eye twitch in frustration when your eyes see his hair finally down, splayed across his back and chest, and get a peek of a tattoo tracing his spinal structure, bone for bone, going all the way up his back until it gets interrupted by his hair. his arms are practically calling to you when he fist bumps a toji zenin wearing a prisoner costume, they flex and bulge at the action. his abs are all perfectly prominent and–
he just made eye contact with you.
you hadn't gojo walk up to him and whisper something into his ear, probably that you were here.
fuck you satoru gojo.
suguru smiles immediately and turns to walk to you, leaving you to stay in place and not run away from him.
"you bought another costume?"
"no," you feel your chest heave at the sight of him, breath getting caught in your throat with his very shirtless self right in front of you. it makes you look off to a girl dancing behind him when you continue, "my friend gave me hers because she didn't end up dressing up."
"you want me to bring zenin?" he points a thumb behind him, towards the kitchen, face the definition of calm and suave.
you glare at him this time and take a sip of your daiquiri
"what? feeling shy?" he smiles down at you, if he weren't such a peaceful seeming person, you would have said it was condescending
"I'm not into zenin." a tinge of irritation already seeping into your voice.
"you sure?" he moves closer to you, your face right smack in front of his chest.
"yes." you jut your chin at him, done with his shenanigans
his lips twitch a little when he tugs your strawberry daiquiri out of your hands, grabs you by the neck, thumb close to your chin, and says, "open your mouth." he immediately starts to chug from your daiquiri and the thought of realization dawns on you of what he was about to do.
you open your mouth and he pushes his body closer to yours as he spits the drink into your mouth, his eyes solely on yours as he does it besides for when he briefly looks at something or someone behind you rather haughtily. he's still holding you and intently watching when you swallow it down immediately. that familiar happy crease of his eyes sketched itself across his face after.
you're heaving a little, star struck by the action the both of you just committed, "what was that suguru?"
"scaring off zenin. you don't want him right?"
his eyelids flutter a bit, something yours did whenever they were sleepy and it makes you search into his eyes more. your curiosity dying when you see the sudden red veins clouding the whites of his eyes. and you push him off.
"are you kidding me? you're high?"
"and drunk." he smiles, not minding your pushing him off and still inserting himself into your personal space again.
you try to speak and can't, solely out of irritation at the fact that he did that because of his intoxicated state. you bite your lip to stop yourself from overreacting and settle for shaking your head.
"you don't like guys who smoke?" he asks, genuine concern laced with his stupid crossed persona at the moment, "I tend to never smoke, but satoru passed me his joint when I was already at the 'whatever happens' point of a tequila bottle ."
"I really don't care about that in a guy, as long as he's not a musty constant weed user that can never cope with his life." you roll your eyes at him slightly, "but you just spit alcohol into my mouth because you're crossed as fuck."
"no." he scoffs, now entirely entranced in his conversation with you.
"yes."
"I spit alcohol into your mouth so zenin wouldn't come up to you."
the response makes you cross your arms over each other, "a simple 'hey she's not into you like that' would have sufficed."
"where's the fun in that?" its a serious question for him, you can tell by the way he patiently waits for your answer
irked, you look up at the ceiling while biting your cheek, trying to gather yourself again before you say, "sober up geto." and turning to walk away.
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you made it your mission to stay hidden the entire party, having entered the deal with your best friend that if the night turned sour for you, she would come with her boy whatever to pick you up in his car
after their date.
which wasn't going to end until an hour or two.
the garage had stayed open to the enormous frat house, although there weren't any people in it. people had respected the space, leaving the miscellaneous in it untouched such as the two cars and...suguru's bike.
you eyed it from the rather comfy bean bag in the darkest corner of the garage, feeling a fight or flight instinct at the mere glimpse of it whenever you looked up from your phone.
it had been almost two hours since you last suguru and you were striving to keep the streak going on longer.
"told you I'm going home satoru." a wary and very sobered up voice says when they open the door to the garage, "I drank enough water, I'm sober."
it's suguru.
there is no stagger in his step and his posture is refined as he walks to lean again the trunk of the car furthest from you and closest to his bike. you remain hidden due to the cars covering you from his line of sight as well as the sheer darkness of the corner.
he's wearing a shirt now, another black one, and he rakes his hands across face when he gives a defeated sigh. you hoped he wouldn't notice you.
this was your Friday the 13th movie for sure.
suguru pulls outs his phone from one of the spacious pockets of his fireman pants and he starts to type away immediately. there's a slight buzz from your phone seconds within the action.
suguru
are you still here?
I'm sobered up now.
he shoves his phone back in his pocket after. and you watch as he stays where he is, crossing his arms across his chest while he waits a good five minutes for you to respond, which you don't do. he gets his phone out again after and taps something randomly before he puts his phone up to his ear.
buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz
the strong buzzing of your phone on your thigh make a ricochet that gets's fine tuned ears pick up quickly.
"y/n?" he's shining his phone's flashlight on you, squinting his eyes just a little to try and make you out.
nervous, you mutter, "what."
suguru turns the light off and sighs, walking to your corner, his eyes already getting adjusted to the darkness.
"why didn't you answer me?"
"do you really not know the answer?"
"you're right." he sinks down in front of you, sitting down on the floor and brushing a stressed hand through his hair. his legs are stretched out and basically manspread even though he's not on a chair.
"satoru didn't text you to switch seats with him because he wanted to flirt with mika" he comes forth, both of his hands laying across his knees.
you're confused, "but–"
"it was a wild attempt of his to help me talk to you again." and he laughs, a burst of energy randomly gracing the intense air. suguru raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck while his chest and stomach ricochet and his teeth peek out from his mouth.
"truth is, I really like you." he's still smiling.
the declaration makes you stare blankly at him and a million goosebumps rise across your entire body.
"if you don't feel the same in that regard it's fine of course." he reassures, back to his normal calm self, "I just thought it would help explain my behavior."
"since when?" you peep
"our first class meeting," suguru seems a little bashful at the confession
"I have for a couple of weeks now too." you meekly profess
suguru seems genuinely surprised, his eyes widening, "you have?"
"why do you sound so surprised?" your brows knit.
"it felt like you didn't know I existed until last week." he grins followed by a small huff of humor
"oh...that," you trail off, embarrassed, "I thought pretending you didn't exist was the best way for you to not know I had a thing for you..."
"satoru is far smarter than me in that aspect." he says, "he insisted that you were doing that when I told him."
you giggle a little, "he read me like a book."
suguru hangs his head for a second and groans, still joyful, before he whips his head up and gazes at you, "I apologize for having never gathered the courage to approach you before. I have Satoru to thank for even getting me here with you in the first place."
"it's fine." you shrug, pulling at your own fingers, "we're here now aren't we?"
"we are." he agrees before leaning over. suguru grabs one of your hands and brings it to his lips, placing a soft kiss onto it while his eyes never leave your own.
"want to go back to the party?" you muster past your nerves, focus solely on the warmth of his hand still holding onto yours.
suguru shakes his head lightly, "I'm enjoying it being just the two of us right now. do you want to?"
"no, I like it here too."
theres a moment of silence, where both of you stare at the hands that the both of you have connected until a strong breeze passes and flutters the thin material of your babydoll up and makes you shiver strongly.
"let me." suguru says as he hastily gets up and gets his leather jacket that's hanging from his motorcycle, then brings it back to you, helping you tuck your arms into the sleeves and get comfortable in it.
he's above you when he does it and you can see the small glances he tries to avoid giving your body, especially at the sparkly pink thong peeking through the see through material of your costume. suguru is making sure his jacket is on your properly when you call out to him suddenly.
"suguru."
he doesn't get the chance to respond when he looks back up at you and you pull him in by the material of his shirt to kiss him.
he reciprocates within seconds, after the surprise wears off and places a hand on your thigh, the other next to your head and grabbing at the beanbag. his lips are soft and have no remnants of alcohol on them, a smooth flavor of his skin and flesh meeting your tastebuds when he dips his tongue into your mouth. it elicits a groan from him when you whimper at the contact.
he pushes as much as he can into your space without falling and you follow suit, trying to lift yourself as much as possible off the beanbag to meet him.
a particular whimper has suguru pulling away from you and pulling you up by the arm so he can maneuver you to sit on the trunk of the car next to you. when he plops you down onto it, he slots his torso between your thighs and pulls you for an even deeper kiss. his hands have a strong grip on your thighs as he keeps you against him and you can feel the distinctly large throbbing of something against your panties through his pants.
"are–mmmm–you hard?" you ask through kisses
suguru can't help the grind of his bulge against your core when he answers and keeps kissing you, giving small nips to your lips, "yes."
your eyes are closed into the kiss when your hands navigate to the waistband of his pants, about to reach for–
"not here." suguru mutters and keeps both of your wrists clamped under one of his large hands.
you pull yourself away from his lips and heave, a pout of sexual frustration illustrated on your eyes and lips. "okay."
he raises a hand to caress your cheek as he smiles fondly, "what?"
"nothing."you look away for a quick second, leaning in to kiss him again after.
suguru stops you before you do though, clamping one of his hands against your mouth while the other holds the back of your head.
he's smiling even wider this time, "now what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you touch me before I get to touch you?"
you slouch in his hold, too upset by the fact that you couldn't touch him or go back to kissing him to care about his words.
"you know, even satoru couldn't keep his eyes off of you in this little costume of yours." he looks down for a second so you could too, "god knows what toji was thinking. I saw the tent in his pants when you took my spit and booze like a good girl."
suguru sees the way you shift your hips for a smidge of relief at his words. "are you my good girl?" he leans his forehead across yours, hand still on your mouth. you try your best to let out a muffled 'mhm' and incessantly nod your head, eyes pleading and hands gripping onto his shirt.
"are you going to answer the phone when I text you next time?"
you give him the same answer again.
"god." he warily eyes you, gaze wandering towards the outline of your breasts and the rest that wasn't covered by your thong, "you're so beautiful."
the hand at the back of your neck trails down and moves some hair away from your shoulder, then ends up holding you by your lower back as suguru leans down and starts to mouth at your neck. he starts off small with his intentions, simply placing soft and subtle kisses, eliciting a ticklish response from you until his lips become searing and he goes in with the intent of leaving hickeys on you, it makes you squirm and suguru lets you, it's not like you can break away from his touch anyway. you use your legs to keep him caged in and closer to you eventually after the third 'pop' you heard coming from his mouth on your skin, it makes him audibly laugh for a second too.
you tug at the hand on your mouth, expecting for the task to be hard considering his build, but suguru lets his hand fall away easily and hold onto your thigh.
"what are you thinking pretty?" he asks mindlessly before going for the opposite side of your neck
"mmmm–about how good–mm–this feels."
"yeah?"
"mhm"
"tell me what you want to do. do you want me to drop you off at your place after this?" he blows on your most recent hickey and smirks when he sees you jump a little, "do you want me to get you food?"
"I want–ah!" suguru bites into your neck fairly hard, enough to make you moan and yelp at the same time, "I want to spend the rest of the night with you at my place. can we watch a scary movie?" the suggestion is simple and it isn't to hook up with him, although that's what you want more than ever now, but you don't want him to think you're that desperate so its what you settle for.
"couldn't imagine a better halloween than that." he smiles
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you're under suguru, on your bed later that night, the movie you had been watching was long forgotten and the t.v. was turned off the second things started to get out of hand. it wasn't his fault no, suguru's a gentleman and when you said you just wanted to watch a movie, he was just going to watch the movie with you. you were the instigator. after you had been cuddled into his arms, near his neck, you decided to place a few loving kisses...that eventually turned into what this was with suguru getting up to take off and throw away his shirt while you hastily yanked off the long gloves of your costume.
he was needy, grinding his hips into yours the moment he came back down to kiss you.
"you have no idea how fucking bad I've been wanting you." he mutters, hissing when a particular rub pleases him the right way
it makes your back arch, "I think I do suguru."
"really?" he groans into your mouth, "you touch yourself to me like I do for you?"
"yeah." you sigh, clinging onto him even more, splaying your hand across the soft skin of his back.
"move your panties to the side."
when he feels your hand move down and follow his directions, suguru moves his down too and slides a finger across your soaked folds.
"fuck, this pussy is so wet for me. were you even trying to pay attention to the movie?"
"yes, I was." you complain, and whimper when he starts rubbing circles across your lower lips, gathering your slick for added stimulation after every rub.
he separates himself from kissing you to look down at his ministrations, mouth opening in a soundless moan at the sight.
"listen to this sloppy fucking pussy." he rubs faster and you start to jerk your hips up by natural defiance at the stimulation, but he holds you down "no, let me touch you baby." he says sternly
your breathing starts to pick up and you feel that familiar knot that only you can give yourself starting to build up in your stomach and suguru notices, looking up to smile at you.
"are you close angel?"
concentrated on the feeling, all you can do is nod your head and he speeds up his pace at it, garnering close to wanton moans from you and screech like whines.
"come on come on, cum for me pretty girl, cum cum cum cum–fuck, atta girl." suguru talks you through it, mouth opening in awe at the sight of your body going limp and your breathing slowing down, his cock even twitches at how cute it is that your legs kick a little when you cum too, he thinks he'll be able to keep them still when he gets make you cum on his cock.
you start to hiss at the overstimulation when he keeps rubbing your clit after your high, "'s too much suguru."
he doesn't stop, "you want to stop now then?"
the shake of your head makes his eyes light up and bite his lip with a grin, "then just let me keep going."
it takes all of your strength to lean up with one of your elbows and grab his wrist with the other, obvious strain written across your features when you huff, "I want you inside me."
like he knew that was what you wanted, suguru's grin grows wider, "are you sure?"
you nod your head in confirmation, followed by suguru saying, "so cute." before he gets up and pushes his pants and boxers down in one swift motion and climbs on top of you, manhandling your legs by pinning them to either side of your head into a mating press.
he lets his cock teasingly rub up and down your folds while he leans down to nip at your ears, "let's leave your little costume on yeah?"
you nod and make a face when his tip catches on your entrance
suguru lifts his hips at your confirmation and pushes his tip in, savoring the way you're beginning to invite him inside you.
" 's so big sugu." you whimper in shock at the larger than expected intrusion
"never taken a cock this big?" he pulls out and pushes in again a little deeper
"no." you rake your hands down his arms
suguru laughs, "good thing I'm here to provide then right? see, look at you creaming around me already."
the words make you look down at where you both meet and when he pulls out again, you can see the ring and slick on his dick, it makes you shiver.
"I'll–make–this–little-fucking–pussy-take–me." he punctuates each and every one of his words with a thrust that pushes himself deeper and deeper inside you until you can fully feel his tip grazing your cervix and every vein on his dick ridging against your walls from how girthy he is.
every sound that comes out of your mouth after is incoherent when suguru starts to punishingly pummel into you and god does he keep talking to you.
"you look so pretty taking this dick baby. god, you sound even cuter than I imagined. you like getting stretched out like this? fuck, take it take it take it. wish I could make you sit on it, you'd look so cute trying to ride me."
it's all so much, especially when every thrust is accompanied by a moan or groan of his or with a sentence.
"couldn't fucking wait to get home after the party last week too. wanted to rip off that costume and fuck you till you couldn't even scream. and when you wear those skirts with pantyhose to class?" suguru groans, "all–I–can–think–about–is–bending–you–over–and–stuffing–this–pussy–with–my–cum."
"suguru!" you squeal, "im–I'm gonna cum!"
suguru tightens his hold on your thighs at the admission and starts jackhammering into you, "cum around me baby. let me fuck you through it." it almost sounds like he's starting to beg, "just cum for me, cum for me, cum–"
a silent scream leaves your mouth and you trash in suguru's hold while he keeps his furious pace.
"so pretty, angel." his eyebrows knit as he watches you orgasm and feels you clamp down on him. it has his peak lurching across his body and his thrusts grow erratic as he starts spurting his cum into you.
he leans down to kiss you as his cock twitches inside of you, leaking his cum into you each time.
at the end of the kiss, the both of you are heaving against each other, smiles on both of your faces until you erupt into laughter and giggles.
suguru is still inside you and places a loving kiss on your forehead, swiping away your sweaty baby hair, "you're cute when you cum. you kick your legs a little, I like it."
the confession has you trying to shy away and suguru laughs again, caressing your head, "why are you shying away? you wore this costume for everyone to see just a couple hours ago."
"well this is you telling me you think the way I cum is cute, its quite different than guys looking at my thong." you shakily grab onto his shoulders
"I suppose so." suguru nuzzles into your neck, "do you have a bath?"
"yeah."
"let me start one for us then." he pulls out and both of you look down at your lonely entrance until his cum starts to leak out. suguru seems entranced and you can see his cheeks start to gain a red hue accompanied by the blood starting to rush to his cock too.
suguru looks back at you the moment you do too. you reach a hand out to him and he crawls back on top of you.
"we can do that later right?"
"right."
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joshsbimbo · 3 months
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cute crush
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headcannon
pairings: awkward! mike schmidt x babysitter!reader
warnings: awkward, bad writing (not proud of this), reader is kinda mean at the end sorry
a/n: i can’t tell if i hate this because of how awkward i made it or if it’s actually bad
anon’s request: Mike Schmidt has a huge crush on the babysitter (but is super awkward and avoidant about it so the reader is confused)
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♡ let’s be real, he’s scared of commitment. the thought of him being attached to someone to the point that his happiness relies on them is terrifying!!
♡ when he hired you as a babysitter, he was desperate. your wage was barely minimum which was great for him! he did not care for your looks, just as long as you were a good fit for abby and that he could afford it.
♡ since you were coming by every night, you guys would chat about abby… which sometimes led to him burying his face in his hands and questioning why abby likes you more than him. but also to moments where you would talk about yourself, and him listening contently. he liked- no LOVED listening to you talk about yourself to him, he felt special. no one in his life just wanted to sit down and talk, sometimes abby but they didn’t share as many interests as you guys did.
♡ he hasn't had a proper crush in years, so when he starts to realize he likes you, he shoves it deep into the back of his mind. no no.. i can’t like you, you’re abby’s babysitter! he would avoid chatting with you, only when it was about abby. he would wave a goodbye or a hi in and out of the house.
♡ then he would give into his feelings, desperately wanting to talk to you, but the harm was done. you though maybe he just wanted to be professional, so thats why hes been avoiding you. but you really liked him!
♡ “hey.” it was practically a mumble, looking at you as you sit on the couch and watch tv.
♡ “oh, hey!”
♡ “i got you this, it reminded me of you.” he hands you a bracelet with beads of your favorite color(s).
♡ you smile, putting it on. “i would’ve gotten you something if i knew!”
♡ his cheeks flushed but he quickly looked away, “don’t worry about it… i… um.. im gonna head to bed.. you can stay if you like” before you can answer, he’s gone to his room.
♡ it stayed like that for awhile… small conversations before and after work and him leaving before it could get any further. you though you did something wrong, he’s never acted like this way before so why now? but he’s also abby’s big brother, so you really shouldn’t be worrying about it.. BUT- whatever…
♡ one day, you got fed up. it got so bad that you dreaded seeing him. as soon as you heard the door open, you sunk into the couch. the same stuttering, the same blushing, the same mike!!
♡ “h-hi..”
♡ “mike. what happened?”
♡ he bit his lip nervously, not quite understanding what they meant. “hm?”is all he could mumble, before biting his nails anxiously.
♡ “this! all of this.. we used to be besties but now you’re so distant and… and.. and weird. it’s so awkward, i can’t even look at you without you looking away immediately..”
♡ his breath hitched, looking down at the floor embarrassed. “i d-don’t know.” he fumbled with the hair on the back of his head, abby always said when he lies that he starts to play with his hair. they caught him multiple times in his lies, and this was one of them.
♡ “please- just tell me. it’s killing me coming here everyday, i always have to hold my breath whenever i talk to you.. its so fucking awkward.”
♡ “i..” you look at him in the eyes, waiting for him to spit it out. “i like you.” he picks at his nail as he waits for your response.
♡ you just laugh, “seriously? that’s it?” you can’t stop giggling.
♡ “w-what? “he looks up, confused.
♡ “i mean-” you gasp for air between laughs. “i just thought you were a freak, not that- hehe.. that you liked me!” tears prickle from the corners of your eyes, as you try to calm down.
♡ “a f-freak? wow..” a small smile creeps from his lips, baffled at your reaction.
♡ you soon calm down and you sit on the couch, “so.. i’m sorry for laughing but it was such a relief that you just have a cute crush on me..”
♡ “cute?!”
♡ “yes! cute!”
♡ “it’s not cute!”
♡ “mike, you were stuttering, blushing, couldn't even lo-”
♡ he covers your mouth with his hands to shush you, his cheeks bright red. “shut up!”
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muah! thank u for reading <3
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ateezscupid · 4 months
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Hiiii I love your fics ! I wanted to know if you could do a fic with dom- minjoong and sub f. reader ?
𝗧𝗪𝗢'𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ★
𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧
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plot - you planned a calm night with mingi and hongjoong recording in the studio, but it ended way differently than you thought it would.
warn - smut and fluff, dom!mingi, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, fingering, oral (m and f), praise and some degrading if u squint LOL, pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl, love), poly!au, big dick mingi, reader's shorter than joong and min, kind of size difference mentioned BUT there is a size kink if u squint, unprotected sex, joong and mingi are pussy drunk and absolutely love the reader
w/c -
𝗧𝗔𝗚S - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @yeolistic @jeonride @ate-ez
A/N - this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS and i finished it. also, back from my break babes! ^^
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Mingi and Hongjoong were like two peas in a pod. they did — quite literally — everything together. They went to concerts together, designed merchandise together, produced and wrote lyrics together; even going to the bathroom together seemed like something the two boys did a lot. you’ve always loved their friendship. It was so cute how Mingi would treat Hongjoong like a younger brother even though Joong was older, and he kind of just accepted it knowing he couldn’t get Mingi to stop.
When you introduced yourself to the two, you didn’t realize how easy it was for them to become attached to you. They acted like they had known you for years, and for you it felt like you had found your soulmates because of their welcoming aura. Out of all of your friends, Hongjoong and Mingi were your favorites.
Hongjoong was the friend who spent too much time at work trying to make sure whatever he was working on was perfect — and who also had a bit of a smoking problem. Hongjoong was high most of the time whenever you saw him.
Mingi was the friend who was — just like hongjoong — always high, except he didn’t spend a lot of time in the studio. He was always out at clubs or doing something stupid with the other members.
To say the least, the boys were like fully grown adult babies.
Since your schedule was always empty, you spent a lot of time with the Ateez members; specifically with Joong and Mingi. You were always hanging out at their music video sets, in their dressing rooms, or just in general in the KQ building doing god knows what. It was fun hanging out with the boys. They acted so normal around you and you loved it.
Now you were hanging out with Mingi and Hongjoong in the studio. They were song writing and producing a few songs while you sat on the couch scrolling through your phone. There was definitely silence in the studio, ignoring the music playing, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. You three were fine being in complete silence as long as it meant being in each others presence.
“Yo Hj, go over that one line again,” Mingi peeked above his computer. “Y/n, are you bored? Sorry if we’re not talking to you, we’re just really focused.”
“What?” you scoff playfully and sit up. “Don’t worry about me, I don’t really care about you guys talking to me or not, Im fine either way.”
“Cool, just makin’ sure.” Min smiled then looked back at his computer. You always found him adorable whenever he wore glasses. They fit him so well, and he didn’t seem to agree until you started complimented him. It wasn’t long after that he started wearing his glasses more often.
With or without the glasses, Mingi had a pretty face. It was the same for Hongjoong. You’ve always found the two men incredibly attractive; your eyes examining their features whenever they weren’t looking. You of course never acted upon your emotions, but there have been moments between you three that would confirm your feelings for them.
Like the time you were hanging out with the boys while they were filming Inception. As of now, you’re confused why you didn’t choose Seonghwa first. Everything about him in that music video had you drooling. As if his body being drenched in water wasn’t enough, his facial expressions and body made you horny desperate for him.
Hongjoong and Mingi both noticed how your body was reacting to Seonghwa’s movements during the dance and felt jealous. They didn’t remember you looking at them like that. You remember the boys bombarding you with questions after they made it back to their dorms.
“Do you like Seonghwa?” and “Do you have a crush on anybody?”
“Why were you looking at Seonghwa like that?”
“Do you have a crush on anybody?”
All these questions were new to you since they hadn’t bothered you like this before. You could only assume it was because of the way you looked at Seonghwa that made them jealous. But why were they jealous? They didn’t like you, at least, that’s what you thought. They never showed any signs that told you they were interested in you… Unless they did and you were too dumb to realize.
Just thinking about it now made you wonder if they actually liked you, and if they had like you this entire time, why didn’t they say anything? You thought they’d be fighting over you if they both liked you but they weren’t.
Clearly they didn’t have a problem with sharing.
You stare at your phone for a few minutes contemplating on whether or not you should ask them. Or better yet, just blurt out that you like them and see where that takes you. You glance over at Hongjoong, and to your surprise, he was already looking at you. He immediately looked away and stared at the sheet of lyrics in front of him, Mingi noticing the flushed look on his face and looking at you. They knew you knew.
“Can I ask you guys something?” you finally muster up the courage to say something. It looked as if the blood drained from their face when you said that.
“Uh, sure,” Mingi closes his laptop halfway and Hongjoong nods, taking his headphones off completely.
“Do you guys have a crush on anybody? We’ve been friends for long and we’ve talked about almost any and everything but crushes. How come you guys never told me about any crushes you guys have? Or had.”
Hongjoong looks at Mingi, mouth ajar as if he were going to speak but stayed quiet. Mingi was also quiet, fidgeting with his mouse and looking around the room. Clearly they were nervous to answer the question, and you didn’t mean to make them nervous.
“Sorry if I’m asking for too much, I just wanna know! I mean, you guys have told me your celebrity crushes but that’s not the same.”
“I mean,” Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, slightly lifting his hips. You noticed this and bit your lip, struggling to keep eye contact with him.
“We never told you because it’s complicated.”
“How is it complicated? If you don’t mind me asking,” You cris-cross your legs on the couch. “I mean, I’m pretty easy to talk to. You guys know this.”
“We know!” Mingi sighed. “If we told you, you’d freak out. And you’d probably think we were weird,”
“I won’t think you’re weird! Come on, it’s just us,” you walk over to the chair next to Mingi and sit down in it, placing a hand on his arm and tilting your head. Your small touch alone made Mingi shiver.
“Well, we…” he glances over at Hongjoong who nodded his head in approval. “we like you.”
That wasn’t what you were expecting at all. Well, you kinda did expect it but it was surprising. They said it so easily as if they weren’t scared to tell you earlier. Averting your gaze to Hongjoong, he nodded slowly as if saying what Mingi said was true. You knew the boys wouldn’t lie to you. You all made an agreement that you’d tell each other anything no matter what it was.
“Sorry if it’s so sudden,” Hongjoong sighs deeply. “I know I said I wasn’t really looking to date anyone and Mingi knew that too, but you kinda just…came into our life and changed it ever since.”
“Do you both like me? I already know the answer but I like it hearing it from you guys.” you smile and kick your feet.
“Oh my god,” Mingi chuckles. His deep voice was always so attractive. “First Joong liked you and I may or may not have teased him a bit for his stupid crush on you. But then I started understanding why he liked you and then I started liking you. We kinda had to come to an agreement since we didn’t know what to do if both of us liked you.”
“I’m not gonna say we argued, but we argued.” Hongjoong chuckles behind his desk. “We both sorta agreed to being okay with the other liking you, but we don’t know if you’re okay with…dating two people.”
“Joong, are you kidding? If it’s you two I don’t care. I’m actually kind of relieved that you guys don’t mind dating me. I thought I’d have to choose between you guys and I didn’t want to do that.”
“Well now you don’t have to since you know we both like you,” Mingi leaned back in his chair — manspreading. You thought you had better self control but you definitely didn’t. Just seeing him sit like that made you rub your legs together. You weren’t aware of the fact that the boys saw you doing this, nor were you aware of the looks they gave each other.
“So…I assume this means we’re — dating? All of us?”
“Would you like that Y/n?” Hongjoong averted his gaze, his eyes glazing over your body. He could never get over how good you looked in his and Mingi’s clothes. Being surprisingly shorter than Mingi and Hongjoong, their clothes were always baggy on your body, which made them so comfortable. He liked watching you rummage through their closets trying to find an outfit for the day since you had given up on wearing your own clothes.
“I would love that!” You say with a gummy smile, a bit too excited for your own good.
“I’m kinda surprised you didn’t say anything about us before. I mean, you said you knew we liked you,” Mingi said.
“Well I didn’t wanna say anything before because I wasn’t really sure. I only went by the things you guys were doing and you guys were doing a lot.”
“Like what?” Hongjoong tilts his head.
You didn’t think he’d ask. “Y’know, getting jealous whenever I looked or even talked to the other members, over complimenting me even when I looked bad, always staring at my body — Mingi, you liked looking at my tits. I always caught you look at them,”
“You looked at her tits?” Joong raised his eyebrow at Mingi.
“I-I did like once,” Mingi scratches the back of his head. “You’ve looked at her ass before so you can’t sit here and act like you didn’t do anything wrong!”
“You’ve looked at my ass before?” the question made them both flustered. You weren’t necessarily surprised by the behavior; more so happy they even admitted to doing it. At least they felt comfortable enough to tell you things like that.
“Well are there any more embarrassing things you guys wanna spill about each other or are you guys done?”
Hongjoong started giggling, covering his mouth with his hand and looking at Mingi. You could tell it was something stupid based off the way he sounded.
“Mingi didn’t know how to—”
“Shut up dickhead!” Mingi shouted defensively not even allowing Hongjoong to finish. Him interrupting only made Joong laugh louder. His laughing caused you to start laughing.
“Joong say it! What is it!” You lean closer, arms resting on the desk. Mingi tried covering your ears but you kept moving.
“He was scared to tell you he liked you because he thought you guys would kiss and he didn’t know how to kiss so he asked me to help him!” Hongjoong almost fell back in his chair laughing, his headphones falling off his neck and his legs kicking underneath the desk. Mingi was definitely embarrassed, though he seemed to be embarrassed because he couldn’t kiss, not because he kissed Hongjoong.
“You guys kissed? Like — on the lips? Or…” —
“On the lips, Y/n, I didn’t say he could go that far. But he did it to impress youuu! I already know how to kiss so I was fine teaching him what I knew.”
You nod and turn to Mingi. “So he taught you? You know how to kiss now?”
“I-I guess,” he cleared his throat nervously. “You want me to show you?”
“Are you guys really gonna makeout in front of me? If you’re gonna do it, let me watch.” he stands up from his seat and moves toward the couch you were just sitting on, taking a seat himself and positioning himself so he saw you two making out — if you were even going to do so.
Mingi’s eyes glazed over your features, seeming to be glued to your lips since he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. Leaning in slowly, his hand lifting and resting on your cheek while pulling your face closed, his and your eyes closing. Hongjoong sat watching in anticipation with his foot tapping on the ground, a wide smile on his face. He kept whispering the words ‘kiss her’ and ‘hurry up’ since you two were taking a bit long.
With his hand holding your cheek and your faces inching closer and closer, your lips finally attached. He captured your lips tenderly, your expression softening as you relaxed in his hood, leaning gently into the kiss to create more friction of some sort. He was enjoying it himself as well — having his arm wrapped around you pulling you deeper into the kiss and making sure you couldn’t back away. Not like you planning on it. It was crazy — a bit unbelievable how he didn’t protest when you asked him to kiss you, but you were happy he was doing it.
As the two of you kissed you felt someone behind you. The only other person in the room was Hongjoong, so you could only assume it was him. He watched closely as you two kissed, growing a bit impatient himself since he didn’t get the chance to kiss you yet.
“Mingi, hurry upp. I wanna kiss her too,” he whined behind you. Once Mingi’s lips separated from yours, Joong’s fingers curled around your neck and leaned down, attaching his own lips to yours and holding you still. Whatever you had gotten yourself into, you couldn’t possibly take yourself out. It wasn’t like you wanted to but you knew you were going to have a fun night.
In full honesty, it was a lot to take in. The both of them were kissing you, their hands all around your body overwhelming your senses. It’s not like you haven’t imagined the two in bed before but for it to happen now was so unexpected.
“She’s so pretty,” Mingi mumbles under his breath, hands gently caressing your thighs. “so gorgeous.”
Hongjoong pulls away from your lips, running a thumb across your cheek. “You think we should do it tonight? Of course, if she’s okay with it.
“Okay with what? W-What do you guys mean?”
“…” Joong looked at Mingi then back to you. “Y’know, a threesome.. If it’s too unexpected we don’t have to do it—”
“Y-Yes! Yeah, whatever you wanna do to me, do it. Please.”
They didn’t have to be told twice. As Mingi pulled you into his lap, Hongjoong stood behind you and held your hair out of your face, fingers still wrapped around your neck as Mingi pulled you into yet another kiss. Your tongues fought for dominance but Min won, making you feel like your body was going numb. They played with you as if you were putty. You began to grind your hips onto Mingi while holding onto his shoulders, moaning into his mouth because of the friction. It wasn’t a lot but it was enough to get you wet. Just as you were doing so, you felt something big rubbing against your crotch.
You knew what it was.
“Aw she’s moving on harder on you,” Joong teased, his hands moving all across your body and even groping your breasts. “You got hard that quick?”
Mingi broke away from the kiss. “Well what would you do if a girl you liked was grinding on your dick? Would you not get hard?”
“I would but still, damn.” Mingi lets go of you and allows Hongjoong to pull you away from him. He brings you over to the couch and finally settles you into his lap, hands caressing your thighs like Mingi’s did earlier, giving your clothes heat access to his own bulge. You lazily drag yourself against his length. This alone had you soaked in your panties and you were about ready to rip them off of your heated body.
“My pretty girl grinding on me like this,” Hongjoong almost growls in your ear, hugging your waist and groaning softly in your ear. “you’re such a dirty girl,”
“Mm,” you whimper. “I… know,”
Not realizing Mingi had come over, his hands reach underneath your hips and grab the hem of the bottoms you were wearing, pulling them off and discarding them onto the floor next to him. Joong tilted your head at an almost uncomfortable angle to attach his mouth onto yours and you eagerly return the kiss, tongues clashing together.
Mingi watched you grind on each other, though he’s not sure he can handle watching you two do it any longer. He pulls your hips forward and pushes your underwear to the side, hands squishing your thighs and lips enveloping your clit. You jolt and moan into your kiss with Joong while holding onto his leg, gripping for your life at this point.
“So wet,” Mingi hums. “for me?” his fingers come to play with your folds. Your body was surging with such an electric feeling you felt lightheaded. With simple touches, you were already crumbling. It wasn’t like this with your past partners in bed.
His hand slides underneath your ass and attaches his mouth to your heat. Your core was twitching so much, already overstimulated by barely anything. Hongjoong took this as his opportunity to grope your breasts, now comforting you as Mingi ate you out. His tongue moves in and out of you, spending a few seconds looking for that one spongey spot inside of you. Your thighs close around his head, and your back arched off of Joong’s chest.
You couldn’t focus on his hands on your body while Mingi ate you out like this. It was impossible.
Once his fingers enter you everything goes blank, your legs closing immediately and you having to break away from Hongjoong’s kiss to catch your breath. You came so quick and easy it was almost embarrassing.
“She’s so cute!” Hongjoong cooed as he rubbed your waist. “Came so quick from barely anything.”
“Please…” you moan softly, arching your back and trying to grind your hips on Hongjoong again. “I-I… want—”
“We’ll give it to you, baby.” Mingi spoke as he stood to his feet. Joong lifted you from the underside of your legs and placed you on your back on the sofa, Mingi now replacing him and getting between your legs. He stripped himself of his sweatpants and pushed his boxers low enough to where his cock could spring out.
It would be an understatement to say he was just big.
“M-Min…, that’s not gonna fit,”
“Then I’ll make it fit.”
As you were ready to protest, a sharp pain seethed through your body. You hadn’t realized Hongjoong slid behind you and help you lay on top of his chest, your lower body feeling numb once Mingi went inside. You were too focused on the literal intrusion that your body was going through to realize Joong’s hand moving to your clit. He delivered a sharp slap to it, making you lurch forward and cry out loud.
“Aw, poor baby can’t handle it,” Joong murmurs as Mingi began thrusting.
Your walls were contracting against his cock with every movement, hips angled so he could hit your deepest parts. He was so big, stretching your walls and making it feel like you were being ripped apart. Mingi tried going slow so you could adjust to his enormous size, but good god, he was huge. Adjusting to his size was going to take a very long time. He kept glancing at you to check your facial expressions, stopping the movement of his hips if he felt like he was hurting you.
“It’s okay, princess,” Mingi said calmly while doing slow strokes. “I know it’s a lot, just breathe.” his deep voice helped you calm down much faster. He grabs ahold of your hips and speeds up the pace of his thrusts. There was slick already sliding down your thighs.
Immediately your hands flung to his body, hips grinding against him to feel some sort of friction. Your nails dug into his skin while you tried holding on for dear life. It was so much to handle at once.
Reaching your hand back, you were desperately searching for Hongjoong’s dick, anything to hold on your hands. You felt bad since you hadn’t done anything besides kiss him yet, so this was the last you could do. Of course, he attempted to stop you saying he didn’t need you to do anything, but you weren’t listening. You were being driven by sex.
“Y/n, you don’t have to—” your hand grasps onto his clothed dick. He did want you to touch him, so he allowed you to do whatever to him. Of course, the angle at which you were laying made it difficult for you to stroke him, but you tried your best, running your thumb over his slit and spreading his pre-cum all over.
“Joong why don’t you…fuck,” Mingi cursed, head spinning from how nice you felt around his cock. “f-fuck her face. Give her something to do with her filthy little mouth,”
“I-I don’t think she can even hear us—”
“Little whore already fucked out?” Min pants and deepens his thrusts.
Hongjoong slid from underneath your now limp body and grabbed a fistful of your hair, lifting it and wiping the drool off your cheek with his thumb. Mingi held your hips with his nails digging into your body, leaving crescent moon shapes embedded in your skin, while Hongjoong was preparing to face fuck you.
He pulls his pants down to his thighs, pulling your head closer to his hips by your hair and slapping his cock on your cheek. You couldn’t handle the scene unfolding in front of you.
“Open,” Hongjoong spoke, slapping his tip against your lips. You obeyed and lazily opened your mouth. It opened more as he pushed himself inside of you.
“So warm,” he groans. “so wet, all for us.”
Joong was much bigger than you imagined, and you weren’t ashamed to say you had thought about Hongjoong naked before. It was safe to say you’ve thought about all of the members naked. The only ones you’ve thought of the most were Mingi and Hongjoong, mainly Mingi. Even seeing only his collarbone sometimes would cause you to drool. Hongjoong had you drooling whenever you saw any part of his body.
His hips moved back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of your mouth, making sure to hit the back of your throat with each thrust while also making sure you were still breathing. Though you didn’t mind if he made it hard for you to breathe. Being used like a cum dump by these two has been a dream of yours for a while.
“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels good…” Hongjoong groaned as his pace accelerated. You gagged each time his tip hit the back of your throat, but you didn’t care.
A sharp thrust from Mingi’s hips caused your body to jerk and for a string of fire to shoot down to your core. Your moans were muffled due to Joong being in your mouth, but it only fueled Min to go faster inside of you, thinking about how you’d sound if your mouth wasn’t full right now. Joong placed his hand on the back of your head and began thrusting his hips faster, droll trickling down your bottom lip and down your chin from the stimulation.
Your thighs wouldn’t stop twitching. However, how could they stop? Mingi was plowing the last amount of life out of your hole, and Hongjoong used your mouth as if you were a glory hole for him and only him for his own personal use.
How could you possibly stay still during all this?
“I think—fuck, I think she’s close.” Mingi groans and plants his hands on the couch cushions, freeing your hips from his hold and allowing his own to angle differently so he can strike into you deeper.
Your head was spinning at this point. You had no control over the noises you made or your body anymore. Everything about you belonged to them now. Knowing you were close to your release, Hongjoong pulled his member out of your mouth and slapped it on your cheek gently, allowing you to rest your head on his lap while Mingi was wrecking your hole. Your eyes rolled back, your head fell, and garbled words spilled out of your mouth. All you can do is whine and cry out in pleasure while your head spins.
Mingi brings his hand down and presses his thumb against your aching clit, rubbing in fast circles to push you further over the edge until you tipped over, curses spilling out from your swollen lips alongside Mingi's name. At the same time, Mingi held onto your thighs and bottomed out inside of you finally dumping his load inside of you. Your head falls into Hongjoong's lap. He runs his fingers through your hair, easing you through your orgasm.
"You okay, tiny?" Hongjoong caresses your cheek. It took a moment to catch your breath after everything that happened. Jesus, that was a lot.
"I..." After catching your breath, you looked at Hongjoong with puppy eyes and a pout you knew he couldn't resist. "Joongie~" you whine while reaching for his hand. Mingi couldn't help but laugh at how desperate you were. How completely fucked out you looked too.
"What is it?"
"You haven't gotten a turn yet..." you mumbled while pulling on his shirt. Mingi moved out of the way without saying a word, gesturing for Hongjoong to come over. The two men switched places with Hongjoong near your hips and Mingi behind your head caressing your cheek.
Hongjoong wasn't as big as Mingi, but his length made up for it. You knew it would hit your sweet spot easily. Hongjoong positioned himself in front of you, tip lined up with your entrance and his unoccupied hand holding onto your hip. Slowly -- achingly slow, he pushes himself into you in one go, holding onto your hips tightly to not lose balance. Mingi, on the other hand, had his hand on your breast playing with your nipple. So much was happening at once it was hard to keep up.
"It's okay," Joong coos, beginning to thrust in and out of you gently. You were still so sensitive from your orgasm with Mingi. Hongjoong had just started, and it felt good. "Fuck, you're tight."
Out of nowhere, he picks up his pace. He didn't give you enough time to adjust to his length and started pounding into you, gliding his cock in and out of your warmth and watching your juices coat his member. When he heard a whimper escape your lips, he knew he was doing a good job.
"Babe," he says in between pants. "T-Touch yourself for me, yeah? Give Mingi a show while he watches,"
Embarrassed but ultimately turned on, you complied and slithered your hand down your stomach and toward your throbbing clit, rubbing rough and fast circles on it to bring yourself closer to orgasm. Hongjoong winced as you clenched around his cock from the sensation.
"Oh, fuck please," you cried out. "I-I'm gonna cum, slow down-!"
"Already?" Mingi chuckles. "What do you think, Joong? Should we let her?"
"Dammit, if she does, then I-I just might." he shudders, both hands holding onto your hips and slamming his cock in and out of your sopping hole. "I think, fuck, she's been good. Let go, baby."
You were so so close to cumming, the speed of your fingers speeding up as the circles you were rubbing in became sloppy. Occasionally you'd lose focus and wouldn't even move your fingers due to your brain turning to mush. Their voices sounded muffled in your ears. Everything they said went through one ear and out the other.
"Fuck fuck fuck-!" the volume of your moans gradually increased until you couldn't handle it anymore and came. You arched your back and curled your toes, holding onto Hongjoong's wrists. You clenched so tightly around his cock that it pushed him over the edge. He dumped his load inside of you, moaning your name and panting heavily.
"Wow.." Mingi whistles, looking at your fucked out face. "You're so pretty when you cum."
"Shut up," you replied, embarrassed with your hands over your face.
"That was fun," Hongjoong sighs deeply. "I'd do it again." he says while looking at Mingi. Mingi nods in agreement and the two look at you, waiting for your answer.
"I...wouldn't mind."
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Okay, so I've done a couple of rewrites now, and I don't think I'm going to ever be fully happy with this, so let's just fuckin post this bad bitch
Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Sounds, Dreamcatcher, Itzy, Gahyeon, Yuna, first times, but let’s be real virginity is a social construct that means nothing about someone’s physical state of being, #LearnHowTheHymenWorks, cunnilingin' n' fingrin', nervousness, not even the normal kind of brattiness, Yuna’s just an insufferable idiot, no anal in this one wtf am i thinking?
Off to a Slow Start
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Gahyeon rubbed the stress out of her eyes. Or at least she tried to. The skinny, shivering girl draped over her lap was turning out to be a pain in Gahyeon’s ass (instead of the other way around, as it should have been). 
“How about we do something else?” Gahyeon asked with a tone somewhere between hopeful and commanding.
“W-what? Why? I’m f-fine. This is s-so hot,” Yuna peeped. Sort of. It was more like she sobbed it like an emotionally damaged puppy might.
It was quite the shocking change in attitude after only two warm up spanks. Yuna’s butt wasn’t even pink.
Downstairs, when she first stomped up to Gahyeon, Yuna had been acting like she was hot shit. She put her hand on Gahyeon’s thigh, played footsie under the table, talked out of her throat like some kind of pornstar wannabe. It came as no surprise, then, when Yuna suggested that Gahyeon accompany her upstairs and "teach [her] a lesson." The part that was actually a surprise was when Gahyeon realized: when Yuna said “teach [her] a lesson,” she might have meant that very literally, because it was pretty obvious she didn’t know what she was getting herself into.
Gahyeon caught Yuna’s glistening eye in a decorative mirror on the wall and raised her hand as if to strike again. Never before had Gahyeon seen someone flinch away so hard from a simple slap on the ass, or grimace like they were expecting an executioner to flip the switch on an electric chair. She lowered her hand and very, very gently patted Yuna’s thigh. "You know what would be fun? Let's make out!”
Yuna pushed herself up on her elbows. Her bare stomach peeled away from Gahyeon’s thighs. Probably because she’d been sweating so darn much from her nerves. She gave Gahyeon a poor excuse for a defiant glare and sniffed away the lump in her throat. “Make… make out? But I’m here for… I thought you were supposed to be a good dominatrix.”
Gahyeon looked up at the dimmed light fixture and exhaled quietly. “Hey, I know you said something kind of like this earlier, but can you remind me what your safe word is, Yuna?” The question sounded a little more condescending than Gahyeon had meant it to.
“I don’t need woa-aaah!”
Crooking her elbow under Yuna’s waist, Gahyeon picked her up, suplexed her onto the bed, climbed on top of her, and got face-to-face. “First of all, ‘dominatrix’ is improper terminology for this situation. Second, if we don’t negotiate a safe word, I’m out of here.”
"Ummm. I, uh. Um."
"Tell me the first word that comes to mind."
“M-mistress?”
Gahyeon rolled her eyes. “Okay, bye.”
“Huh? Wait!”
Gahyeon was already halfway to the door by the time Yuna scrambled off the bed, but turned back to give her an uncaring glare. On her feet, Yuna was a hell of a sight. Tall, skinny, but curvaceous, like the kind of doll that would be sold to make young girls self-conscious about their bodies. Long, dark red hair and black pools for eyes, and she'd put on far more makeup than reasonable for an average coffee run. Gahyeon didn’t want to leave, but Yuna wasn’t making staying the easy decision.
"Wait for what?" Gahyeon asked.
"For… to… so you can make me…"
"I can't make you finish a sentence."
Yuna's supermodel bearing was taken down a peg by her disappointed slouch and concerned grimace. "You know what I mean… like, dominate me."
"Why?"
"Aren’t you horny?"
Gahyeon glanced at Yuna's tits. "No more than usual."
"What? But I…"
"You sure did."
"I-I was going to say—"
"I know."
"N-no you don't!"
Gahyeon groaned, "Maybe I don't care then. No big deal. Take your pick. I don’t like brats. I only tolerate them during Kinktober."
Yuna blushed and looked down, wiggling her knees in discomfort. Gahyeon wasn't going to deny that Yuna was fantastically fuckable, but she was also responsible enough to know when someone was in over their head. "Well, Yuna? What are you trying to do?"
Yuna muttered "I want to get laid" under her breath. With no other noise in the room to mask it, Gahyeon heard it, and yet a vague muttering wasn't what she wanted to hear.
"What's that? I couldn't hear you."
"I wanna get laid,” Yuna whined, fully out loud, “Okay?"
Gahyeon leaned back against the doorframe. "You a virgin?"
Yuna's blush extended down to her shoulders.
"Well that's a yes."
"B-but! I'm—No, I'm not!"
"And you would say that even if I said calling someone a virgin is just a bad social construct and that being a so-called ‘virgin’ is no better or worse than the alternative?"
"Uh…" Yuna scrunched her nose as she used all of her brain power to process the question. "Yes? Or, wait, no?"
"Nevermind.” Gahyeon waved it off. “Just tell me the truth. Have you had sex before or not? Anything with hands or mouths counts."
There was a pause while Yuna weighed her options. "No…”
Gahyeon was actually a little bit shocked. Yuna was among the hottest of idols, so even this level of awkwardness didn’t seem like it should be too much of a hindrance. Gahyeon had fucked or at least fucked around with a dozen idols with subpar social skills in the prior couple of months.
“But I've been trying!” Yuna shouted after the briefest silence, “Nobody will fuck me though! Not even men!”
“The fuck do you mean, ‘Not even men?’”
“Boys are supposed to be horny all the time. But even if I show them my pussy, they keep rejecting me.”
Gahyeon sighed, “Is that proceeding or preceding a conversation?”
“Of course I say ‘Hi.’ I try asking them if they work out too.”
“Is that it? Because idols have to work out. It’s in the job description.”
Yuna groaned and plopped onto the bed, curving her back like a clothes mannequin, apparently subconsciously. “I've tried all the stuff boys are supposed to like! I touch them, I guide their hands to my boobs, I tell them they smell sexy. All that stuff! And don't get me started on girls. I see them going around and getting laid all the time! And it's like, they'll be sluts for anybody except for me, and—”
“Let me stop you there before you make more of a fool of yourself,” Gahyeon snapped. Yuna froze. “A few things. One: We only use words like ‘slut’ in an endearing manner around here. Two: Some people might just not want to fuck you, ever. Can’t control it. And three: Are you just expecting sex from people? Like me?”
Yuna shifted uncomfortably. “No… I'm doing what I'm supposed to do first.”
“And what is that?”
“You know.” Yuna waved her hands around, pantomiming nothing in particular. “I ask politely. I let them know I'm available. I make myself up for them.”
“And…” Gahyeon mimicked Yuna’s pointless pantomimes. “They should obviously be throwing themselves at you, yet somehow nobody is approaching you?”
“I’ve been approached, I guess, but not from anyone in my league.”
“Pretty sure you’re still in the little leagues, my dude.”
Yuna whined, “Why should I be?! Every fan and their mom wants me.”
“Gross power dynamic, but okay. So I should have just known what you wanted when you walked up to me? And I should have wanted to fuck you? No conversation required?”
“Well… No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that if I do all that stuff—and more, by the way—and they're horny, why shouldn’t they want to fuck me? I'm not even demanding anything from them. I'm offering! Like, blowjobs. I'd be doing all the work!”
Gahyeon stepped away from the door frame and paced the room. “Here's the thing, Yuna. It sounds like people might be picking up on an attitude problem.”
“Attitu—but, no! I'm literally offering a good time, and usually I offer just to make them feel good! I'm not asking for anything in return! What's the big deal?”
“Nothing you've said yet strikes you as ‘bad attitude?’ Because it sounds to me like you're not affording people the courtesy of assuming they have a full breadth of human emotion and think they're good for nothing but sex.”
Yuna blinked. “I-I am, though!”
“Not, or aren't?”
“Ugh!” Yuna grabbed a handful of her hair. “No, I'm saying… You know what? Forget it! I'll just never—”
Looking her up and down for a moment (and not really listening), Gahyeon wondered if her behavior was ever anything like Yuna's. Probably not. She was practically domming her members ever since they met, and it turned sexual almost as soon as Gahyeon was old enough. Relating to Yuna was clearly out of the question.
Even so, Gahyeon felt a sympathetic pulse in her veins. Yuna's troubles, self-imposed or not and ultimately, definitely not anything close to a big deal, were still troubles to Yuna, and they were eating her up, it seemed.
Gahyeon weighed her options. Doing as Yuna demanded would enforce negative opinions. Refusing would make things more awkward for the next person Yuna tried to seduce. But Gahyeon did still like the idea of Yuna… She cracked her knuckles.
“—so I guess I'll just die alone,” Yuna continued to bitch on, “stuffing myself with bigger and bigger—”
Gahyeon cut Yuna off with a hand over her mouth. “Yuna? One word answer. Do you still want to get laid right now?”
Yuna’s eyes, glistening with tears at the edges, widened in something between fear and awe. And yet, she didn’t answer.
Half expecting her to come up with some kind of painfully awkward excuse for saying no, Gahyeon kicked things up a notch. She pulled up her shirt with one hand, catching her bra along the way, and flashed Yuna, full-boobed. She took her hand off Yuna's mouth to gesture at her bare chest, and raised an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Yuna said almost as if she was in a trance.
“Then turn around.”
Yuna scrambled to her feet without standing up fully, spun a hundred and eighty degrees, and fell forward, catching herself on her elbows. Her knees followed her up and with that her ass was presented.
“Good,” Gahyeon said as she took her shirt and bra off entirely, “Now what exactly would you like me to do?”
“Uuuh…”
“Finger you? Tease you?” Gahyeon dropped her pants, climbing out of them and onto the bed behind Yuna. “I can let you take charge. Maybe I shouldn't have told you to turn around?”
Yuna shook her head. “N-no, nope, it would be better with you in charge.”
“Just give me a little bit of guidance then. I could have sworn you were asking for this.”
Gahyeon slid her hands up Yuna’s back, nails first, leaving white lines that quickly faded back into the approximation of porcelain that this new canvas was made of. Over and over again, Gahyeon reminded herself that Yuna was very pretty, and tried to use that to make herself forget the annoying parts. The fact that she was still thinking about them as she gripped Yuna’s tits didn’t bode well, but many three-plus-somes with Sua and Yoohyeon taught her the virtue of perseverance through annoying sex partners. Yuna was a very pretty canvas that needed to learn some manners.
In-depth lessons would come later though, after Gahyeon showed Yuna what her reward had the potential to be. “Well?”
Yuna's breaths got heavy as Gahyeon’s hands continued to wander, shifting between teasing touches and firm pressure. “I… I, um.”
"You want this?"
Yuna shook all over. She bit her lip and nodded.
Gahyeon breathed across Yuna’s ear, sending a deep shiver down her spine. “Tell me, then.”
“I d-don’t know what to say,” Yuna whined, groping blindly behind herself for Gahyeon’s arms.
Gahyeon pressed her chest against Yuna’s back and grabbed her hands, twirling their fingers together in a cruel, teasing dance. “Tell me where you want me to touch you, for starters.”
“It’s… hard to say.” Yuna arched her back, pushing her ass into Gahyeon’s hips. Her breath spiked over and over.
Gahyeon let her arms go mostly slack. “Then guide me there.”
With no small amount of hesitation, Yuna pulled Gahyeon’s hands tighter around herself and onto her ribs, moving them in a slow, jerking way down until they were between her legs. “Here.”
“I see. So you want me to touch your pussy? Your clit?”
Yuna whined even harder. She pushed insistently on Gahyeon’s limp fingers. “Both.”
“Both? That’s not how I phrased the question. It’s your pussy.” Gahyeon pressed one finger against Yuna’s entrance, earning a gasp. “Or your clit.” She pressed Yuna’s button with another finger, which all but made Yuna double over. Only then did Gahyeon wonder if she was technically providing incorrect information by distinguishing the body parts as separate.
“Oooh my g—My clit! Touch my clit…”
In a flash, Gahyeon took her hand back, licked her middle finger, and put it back, steadily swirling around Yuna’s clitoris. Yuna had to reach back and hang on to Gahyeon’s thighs to keep herself from falling. Her twitches, jerks, and shaky breathing were fun, and exactly what Gahyeon needed to get over her annoyance, at least for a while.
“I’m going to do the same thing with my tongue now, okay?”
Yuna shot up onto her hands. “Your t-tongue?”
Gahyeon circled Yuna’s clit with her finger, making her moan and tense up. She lowered her face so her mouth would be obscured, and the air from her every word would brush across Yuna’s pussy. “I might accidentally touch you with my lips too, if you’re okay with that. I promise I’ll be soft and gentle.”
“O-okay?”
Figuring that Yuna wouldn’t be giving her any more confident a response than that, Gahyeon leaned in further, gathering up extra spit as she went. She pressed the end of her tongue to Yuna’s clit, not hard, but somewhat firmly.
“O-oh," Yuna cooed and took a deep breath, "that’s pretty much just like your finge—”
Gahyeon swirled her tongue around Yuna’s hood, and the girl squirmed back and up out of range with a comically loud gasp. Gahyeon smiled internally. She knew what that was about. The shock of a good time could occasionally make one run away.
"Oh no," she said sarcastically, "You didn't like it. I'm sorry."
Yuna scrambled to get back in place, nearly kicking Gahyeon in the face. "No! I-I liked… please do it again?" There was desperation oozing out of her puppy dog eyes.
"Fine. Just be sure to tell me how you’re feeling, yeah?" She really wanted to hear Yuna try to describe being eaten out with her limited sexual vocabulary.
"I'll try…"
"Yes, just be as descriptive as you can, okay? I’ll adjust as needed."
Yuna nodded quickly. It was pretty clear that she just wanted Gahyeon to start again, so Gahyeon did, very, very, very slowly. She wet her tongue and barely touched it to Yuna's clit.
Again, Yuna flinched. This time Gahyeon was sure it was in anticipation. She looked up through the mild cleavage to give Yuna a reminder.
"Uh! Good! It felt good!"
Gahyeon touched again, but snaked her arms around Yuna’s legs to keep her in place. Another twitch, but smaller. Yuna was trying to contain herself. Gahyeon dragged her tongue slowly left and right. Trying to hold back wasn’t easy.
"It's… good."
Yuna's body language said much more than "good" though. She wanted more. Her eyes were fixed on Gahyeon. Her toes curled and uncurled against Gahyeon’s hips. Her knuckles were white, gripping the blanket. Her lungs shuddered with each brand new sensation that popped its way through her nerves. Goosebumps rose and fell and rose and rose and fell and rose. She had to be putting immense effort into holding still.
"Good."
Upping the ante, Gahyeon swirled again, catching the underside of Yuna's hood. Yuna twitched hard, and for a brief moment her eyes rolled up. Her breath was stuck, but it came unstuck with a second swirl, and exited Yuna's mouth in the form of a pained whimper. That was what Gahyeon was looking for.
"You like?"
"Good! It was so good! Please do it again!" Yuna’s inhibition was faltering.
"Tell me more." Gahyeon didn't pretend to hesitate again. She pressed her tongue under Yuna's hood and down against her clit, wiggling back and forth while keeping herself planted.
"Mmm! I… I don't know what to—OH! AUGH!”
Yuna’s last exclamation was a bit of a surprise, both to Gahyeon and Yuna herself, it seemed, as she quickly covered her mouth, eyes wide.
“Was that a good sound?” Gahyeon asked, already knowing the answer.
Yuna nodded.
“Uncover your mouth, then, and keep it up.”
There was some hesitation in how Yuna followed the instructions as Gahyeon got back to playing with her clit, but she did a little better than simply following. She grasped Gahyeon’s hands, alternated between hitched breaths and primal moans, and tucked her chin toward her chest. 
Every word Yuna tried to say morphed into one of those noises until she came. One long, vulgar scream faded into mewling whimpers.
Gahyeon crawled up Yuna’s body, pecking her along the way and giving her a much longer, wetter kiss on the mouth. Yuna giggled through it all, a little cum-drunk. “So,” Gahyeon said, “that’s one of the basics.”
“The b-basics?”
“Yeah.” Gahyeon twirled onto her back, slipping an arm beneath Yuna to pull her in close.
“Wow…” Yuna muttered.
The two basked in each other’s warmth for a while without a word. Gahyeon shifted a couple of times to try to optimize her comfort, but still mentally bemoaned Yuna’s lack of experience. She would not have minded a bit of reciprocation. A plan to pick up one or two of her usual subs on the way home began to formulate in her head. Jane would certainly be up for a bit of fun.
“Um, Gahyeon?”
Gahyeon stroked Yuna’s hair, around her ear, down her jaw, and to her chin. Yuna smiled and purred a little. Gahyeon returned that smile. “Hm?”
“Thank you for, um… not making fun of me.”
“Don’t thank me for that.” Gahyeon traced half of Yuna’s lower lip. “I made fun of you a little bit when we started. And quite a bit more later, I believe.”
Yuna cautiously placed a hand on Gahyeon’s breast, but got a little bolder and lightly squeezed when Gahyeon smiled. “I just mean most of the time.”
“I guess. I’ll keep in mind that you appreciate that.” Gahyeon giggled as Yuna nuzzled her stomach with her cheek. “Just be clear with people about what you do and don’t like, and you’ll have a… great time.”
Gahyeon’s last words were drawn out over the sound of a buzzing phone. Yuna’s, to be precise. She stretched to get it from the nightstand and saw “RAW” was calling.
“Raw?” Gahyeon asked.
Yuna reluctantly removed her hand from Gahyeon’s boob to take the phone. “That’s Ryujin… sorry. One sec.”
Though it was quiet, the lack of ambient noise made it easy for Gahyeon to hear Ryujin’s loud voice. “Where the hell are you, Yuna? We checked the bathroom.”
“I’m… upstairs.”
“Upstairs? The fuck are you doing upstairs for a whole hour?”
Yuna’s eyes traveled up and down Gahyeon’s body. “Cuddling?”
“Cuddling? For an hour? Yeah right.”
Huge puppy dog eyes met Gahyeon’s, trying to ask for permission. Gahyeon shrugged.
“Wel—”
“I’m cuddling with Gahyeon because we just had sex,” Yuna said, and then immediately snapped her mouth shut and stared into space.
“What?! No you didn’t, you fuckin baby child! You couldn’t handle her!”
Gahyeon watched for a few seconds as Yuna’s shoulders shrunk into her neck while Ryujin berated her.
“... and you’d come running back down the stairs crying—”
“Actually, Ryujin,” Gahyeon spoke loudly, “she’s not bad. You should let her practice on you sometime.”
Gahyeon swore she heard the sound of a pair of spit takes through the phone before it suddenly beeped twice and went silent. She decided not to wait too long for Yuna’s embarrassment to take over, and laid a hand on Yuna’s back. “Care to learn anything else today? If you want to prove what you can do to Ryujin and Yeji, you may need to do to them what I just did to you.”
Thankfully, Yuna’s blush didn’t get too far. “I-I don’t know if I can do any more right now.”
Gahyeon smiled. “As in it’s time to head out or you just want more snuggles?”
Yuna pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and crawled forward, kissing Gahyeon’s lips a few times in rapid succession. “If I say I have to go, can I have your number?”
Gahyeon ran her fingers through Yuna’s hair. “Sure… but the first thing you're going to text me is a safeword for next time.”
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atom-writings · 4 months
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hiii can i request russia, canada, germany and greece seeing their s/o wearing their clothes for the first time? good luck on ur finals :D !!
hetalia russia, canada, germany, and greece seeing their s/o wear their clothes
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1.0k words ~ gender neutral headcanons / scenarios
tw: none!
a/n: holy shit tthis request is so old that its a new finals season :sob: guys im trying. ALSO idk how to write greece. but hopefully its ok
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Russia
Ivan wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you wore his clothing. Like, he just never expected anyone to ever… want to do that?
Plus, if you’re any shorter than 6’ 5”, his clothes are more like blankets than anything wearable.)
Mornings at Ivan's house were always cold. His dacha had been built long before the invention of home heating systems, and he had always refused to modernize anything he owned.
So, when you finally woke up, you grabbed one of Ivan's jackets to keep yourself warm while you made breakfast. It was huge, on him and you, and lined with fur from animals killed centuries ago.
The house was quiet aside from the quiet sizzling of an egg on a pan. Or at least, it was until you heard the dull thuds drawing closer behind you.
In an instant, Ivan wrapped his firm arms around you, picking you up off the floor for a second.
“G-Good morning to you too,” You tease him softly. All he responds with is a quiet grunt, muffled as he buries his face in your hair.
“Should I make you something too?”
He shook his head, “You are too perfect to be cooking right now...”
“Aww, Ivan...”
”Please wear things like this more often...“ He mumbled, seemingly embarrassed.
”What, your things? Should I steal more jackets?“
“Yes... please...“ He said, and you could feel his smile, even if you couldn't see it.
He just can't get enough of you wearing his stuff. He thinks it makes you two look like a real couple. Then everyone will know that you're his (:
Canada
From the start of your relationship, Matthew had been trying to subtly coerce you into wearing his clothes. It's like, one of his main relationship goals.
So if you did it without him asking, his brain would fry.
“D-Dear, what are you- a-are you...?” Matthew's shaking voice makes it way past your earbuds, which you promptly rip out.
You turn away from your desk to face him, and his face immediately lights up.
”Sorry, I- I didn't have an-“ Is all you sputter out before you're interrupted by a hug that sends you tumbling backwards. He's warm as he curls around you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
”Oh. Uh-”
“W-Wait, sorry... I- I didn't mean to um-”
“You're f-”
“No- I mean-” He pulls away, letting go of you completely.
“Math-”
“Sorry!”
“MATTHEW,” You finally manage to break him out of his stuttering state, “It's fine.”
He averts his gaze as he stands before you, awkwardly playing with his hoodie cuffs, ”I- I just really think you're um- cute in that...“
”Matt, it's just a hoodie.“
”Yeah but it- it has um... that...“ He points to the maple leaf pattern covering the hoodie. That makes you pause, looking up at him like he said something weird.
“It's just leaves.”
His cheeks immediately turn the same shade as the leaves on his hoodie, ”W-Well! It's better than stars and stripes!“
Seriously, anything that shows that you're showing him over America will make him go crazy.
Germany
Ludwig doesn't have a lot of casual clothes, so you're kind of limited in your “stealing t-shirts for pyjamas” options
And sorry to disappoint, but his stoic demeanour isn't getting majorly cracked even by that.
It was a rare occurrence for Ludwig to let you do anything around the house. He cooked the meals, he cleaned the dishes, he did most of the laundry, and the sweeping, mopping, and literally any other task that had to be done. So, in a moment you thought would never come, you were actually excited to be doing the dishes for him.
But, because of his disaster of a “modern, ergonomic” sink, that meant getting water all over your shirt. And seeing how you were wearing something nice for a date night with him, you only had one choice. Throwing on one of his torn and faded old t-shirts.
After a few minutes of washing the dishes alone, Ludwig took his place beside you, leaning against the counter and watching you intently.
“Yes?“ You prompt him, and he immediately looks a little embarrassed.
”Thanks for doing this.“
”You do this every night, so like, it's fine?“
”Y-Yes, but, I still appreciate it.“ He tells you quickly, before placing a hang on your shoulder. You turn off the water for a moment, plunging the kitchen into silence again.
Before you could register it, you were pulled closer to him. 
“You should wear my things more often…” He mumbled before leaning down to kiss your cheek.
“Buy more normal person clothes then.”
Then he pulled away with a groan, “OK, the moment is over.”
Greece
Heracles probably didn't even notice until you said something. Anytime he's looking at you, your clothes are the last thing he registers.
”Oh, wait... uh- sorry,“ You blurt out once you look down and remember what you're wearing, ”I forgot to ask if I could...“
He looks over you as your hands fidget with the hem of his oversized t-shirt. The design said something in Greek, but all you could make out were the words ”FOOD“ and ”CATS” (It was more important that it was comfortable than stylish.) For his part, he looked completely disinterested in whatever you were saying.
“If you could what?” Heracles asks, his tone dry and tired.
“If I could wear your shirt...”
“Oh,” Then he glances over your direction, barely looking over his tea, ”Yes, I see that now.“
”Do you... care?“
”No.“ He says as if what you had just asked was as obvious as the colour of the sky. Despite that, it didn't seem to bother or excite him in the slightest.
He might find it a little amusing when his clothes don't fit you, but generally he doesn't care. He believes strongly in the idea that ”What's his is yours, and what's yours is his.“
Because of that, he'll steal your clothes too. And he might rip them. Oops.
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jaybirdswriting · 7 months
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Love Language Prompts: Gift Giving /Receiving (・ω・)っ由
A: Character A leaves little wrapped gifts all over the house for Character B to find. They're finding them up to six months after they first appeared.
B: Character A makes up fake holidays so they have an excuse to give the people they care about gifts.
C: Character A keeps a list of all of Character B's favorite things so they always have a good idea of what to get them.
D: Character A wraps all their friends gifts in personalized wrapping paper.
E: Character A gets Character B a little something every single time they go the store. (EX: A soda, a candy bar, their favorite fruit, etc.)
F: Character A thinks Character B doesn't appreciate their gifts that much. Until they go in their room for the first time and find all of them proudly displayed on their dresser.
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G: Character A always buys Character B gifts in a certain color they think suits them. (EX: A character with purple eyes is always given purple gifts.)
H: Character A once came home to their entire house filled to the brim with flower bouquets.
I: Character A gifts Character B their favorite childhood toy that they lost long ago.
J: Character A nearly dies saving a gift Character B gave them because it meant so much to them.
K: Character A's outfit is covered in little pins that Character B got them.
L: Character A has a really niche interests and hobbies. Somehow Character B always manages to find a gift revolving around it anyways.
M: Character A was afraid to admit that they love receiving gifts because they don't want to seem materialistic. When they eventually confessed, Character B gave them a wide grin and told them that they love nothing more than getting someone a good gift.
N: Character A always kisses the gift before they give it to Character B. They say they carry more love that way.
O: Character A doesn't even know how Character B gets certain gifts for them. They'll just come in the door like "I found you this sword that was made in 1800," and Character A can only respond with "How the hell did you find a sword that was made in 1800?"
P: Character A gifts Character B a family heirloom to let them know that they see them as part of their family.
Q: Character A gifted Character B their most signature outfit item.
R: Character A kept the wrapping paper from the first present Character B gave them.
S: Character A makes Character B their favorite sweet treat for every holiday and/or big occasion.
T: If Character A says they like anything Character B is already pulling out their wallet.
U: Character A is always giving Character B the most heartfelt gifts. They once gave them a jar with a 100 pieces of paper that had something they loved about them written on it.
V: Character A loves to pay for events to spoil Character B. Whenever they go out to eat or get coffee it makes Character A so happy to get the bill.
W: Character A thinks they're going to die during a mission. Therefore, they give their most precious object to the person closest to them.
X: Character A had to put a price limit on Character B because they love buying them extravagant gifts.
Y: Character A cries when B gives them a gift because they've never received a present before.
Z: Character A gifts Character B a music box with their favorite song playing inside.
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cryptidcircuswrites · 10 days
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FUCKED IN THE HEAD
Dead dove- do not eat || MINORS DNI
!! mentions of guns and gunshots, detailed descriptions of violence and gore, fake out character death, wound fucking, brain fucking, penis in brain sex, brain creampie, head bashing, homophobic language, homophobia slur use, internalized homophobia, mentions of abuse, specifically masky bullies toby about his past with his physically abusive father, age gap but everyone is a consenting adult, degradation and generally mean spirited dirty talk
Toby gets shot, Masky makes use of the new orifice.
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A horrible wet chop rang out, followed by a whoop from Toby. “I g-got the la-las-st one, Mas-sky!”
Masky turned back, mouth open, a “shut up, Rogers” ready to roll out of his throat when he saw it.
“Toby, watch out!” BANG!
The boy fell to the dirt, dark red glistening in the moonlight.
A feral scream ripped through Masky’s throat as he tore the head clean off of the woman who just shot Ticci Toby Rogers. Masky would never admit it out loud, but he was afraid in this moment. Slenderman could keep them from dying; Hoodie had tried a few times, and Rogers had had his fair share of accidents, but a gunshot wound to the head?
There’s just no way.
Masky dropped to his knees beside the corpse of his partner, hands shaking as he hesitated about what to do. What can you do in these situations?
“Rogers!” he hisses, shaking the smaller man. “Tobias, please!”
And then life, beautiful sound! Toby giggles, arms pushing into the dirt beneath him.
“I g-got you ther-there, didn’t I?”
"God damn you, boy!" Masky hissed, more venom than a viper spewing from his lips. He kicked the boy, to little satisfaction. Toby only laughed.
He couldn't feel it anyway.
"You were s-soooo upse-t, huh Tim? Thought I w-was dead, huh Tim?"
The masked proxy growls, a grin creept across Toby’s marred face as he pushed himself up from the ground.
“You know, T-Tim, now I h-ave th-three holes just like a r-real girl!” he taunts. “Bet you w-wanna fuck me n-now, huh?”
Toby continued his taunts and jeers. “You’ll f-feel less bad now-now, huh? Cuz I’m l-like a r-eal girl, and y-you’re not such a f-faggot when you fuck my ass-ss. I b-et my head feel-feels great. You should try-try it.”
The older man stops dead in his tracks. It was an interesting idea, sure-- but there was no telling how much damage it would do. A single gunshot to the head was apparently survivable, but could Toby's already muddled brain take his cock?
Masky jumps ever so slightly as the boy slides up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. "Come on, Tim. Think about how go-good it would be," he purrs.
He didn’t want to. He shouldn’t think about it, about thrusting in and out of his partner, fucking him hard, blood lubricating his hard cock and adding to the sensation— but god damnit if Timothy “Masky” Wright wasn’t a faggot freak who loved fucking the boy almost as much as he loved ruining his thin unfeeling figure. Being immortal and having CIPA meant the boy could take a beating. He often did. Masky abused that, so why would this be any different?
It was just another hole.
He turns, pushing Toby to his knees.
Just another hole.
Toby giggles in anticipation.
Just a quick fuck. Doesn't mean anything.
Masky fumbles with his belt buckle.
Never does. He likes girls.
He reaches into his pants, rubbing himself a few times to wake his dick up.
He likes girls. Not whatever sick shit this is.
“Fuck,” Masky groaned as he pulled Toby’s head back onto his dick. Toby squirmed and whimpered below, nerves firing all over his body.
Masky’s hands grip Toby’s face, fucking into his skull slowly, dragging out the sensation. “Shit, kid, this is even better than your ass,” Masky chokes out in a rare moment of praise.
Toby moaned in response, a sound so sweet and raw Masky could swear he’d died and went to heaven.
What the hell is he thinking? This isn't good. This is just stress relief. Shut your mouth, Tim.
Every nerve in Toby’s body is lighting up in ecstasy as Masky pounds into his brain. Every cry bursts from deep within his chest, pure pleasure ebbing through the parts of his brain still intact. Masky is not gentle despite the area being so delicate. He thrusts hard into the tissue, reaching the deepest parts of Toby’s skull.
He hates Toby. He hates his stupid voice, the way he never takes anything seriously. He hates his twitching, his stutters, how he moans and whimpers under him every time this happened, and most of all, Masky hates how he loves it.
So of course, he fucks harder. He hates that Toby can't feel pain-- he digs his nails into the soft flesh of Toby's face, jaw, cheeks, scalp, throat. No pain. Only ecstasy.
Toby's voice has always been high-pitched and raspy. Whiny, like some shitty greasy Midwest emo singer. It always got higher when Masky fucked him, and if you closed your eyes, you could trick yourself into thinking you were fucking a real, warm-blooded woman.
Masky didn’t close his eyes. Usually, he would. Usually, he’d try and pretend.
This time, he watched as Toby jerked and stuttered and twitched.
And this time, as he watches, as he recognizes the man below him, bleeding, pawing desperately at his crotch, he feels something snap.
Toby whimpers as something is hit. Bone hits bone as his skull knocks against Masky’s hips. Everything is on fire. His eyes aren’t capable of focus, his thoughts are scattered, his tongue won’t form words. All he can think is that he needs to touch himself right this very second.
He paws at his crotch as Masky fucks into him like an animal. He fumbles with his belt, with the buttons, desperate for release.
He doesn’t manage it. All of that requires motor skills that Masky is quite literally fucking out of him right now. He settles for grabbing at himself through his jeans.
“God, Rogers. You’re a fucking sissy-boy, huh? You moan like one,” Masky grunts.
Toby presses harder against his hand.
“You’re a fucking fag, getting fucked like this. Slut.” Toby cums in his pants as Masky tugs sharply on his scalp.
“Nasty little fucker,” Masky growls. Toby twitches harder, moaning as viscera is pushed out around Masky’s dick. "You better be grateful for how I fuck you like this, nobody else would want a nasty little fag-freak like you."
Masky pulled Toby off his dick, slamming his head into the nearest tree.
There’s a crunch as Toby’s nose breaks. Blood and goo spurts out of the hole in his head with the impact. He moans sickeningly.
“You just love being beat on like this, huh?”
What little is left of Toby’s vision is filled with stars. His ears are ringing, his stomach twists and clenches.
He can’t feel pain, so the damage only translates to ecstasy through his dick-scrambled brain. He moans, drooling, tongue limp and jaw slack. The bark of the tree leaves marks in his skin as Masky positions himself behind him.
“Bet you picked up some real weird kinks from your daddy huh? Some wires crossed somewhere, same way they fucked you in the head?” Masky held himself in one hand and pinned Toby to the tree with the other.
“How ‘bout after this is over you tell me who fucked you up better?”
Before Toby can process what’s being said, Masky pushes all the way in. He groans as he fucks into Toby’s skull like an unneutered dog, growling and panting and groaning. Thank god there’s no one around to see this save the dead eyes of the already dead victims, or else there would be no way for Masky to deny that he definitely is into men.
As Masky grows closer, Toby’s muffled whimpers are drowned out by him losing all sense of composure and chasing the pleasure like some goddamn hedonist.
Masky lets out a sharp cry as he finally hits his limit, cum mixing with blood and brain matter and spinal fluid into a gooey mess of a mixture. He thrusts a few more times then pulls Toby off with a sick *pop*. A squelch as a chunk of brain falls onto the ground, but then no other sound except their breathing.
Toby gurgles slightly, falling to the side. Tim’s juices leak out the back of his head and his eyes, mixing with the tears of sheer pleasure.
“…I should probably get you to Jack.”
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lillylvjy · 1 year
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Girl, (your the one I want)
a/n- this is a scene in a book that I just finished reading and it was my favorite scene in the book so I just decided to write it with Wilbur:) enjoy!
Warnings// swearing, kissing, cheesy fluff, brushing each others teeth, tell me if I missed anything:0)
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Wilbur was rarely home at nights. And if he was, it was later at night, usually near midnight. But tonight was different. The band all agreed to take a day off and to just sit back and relax. So all you and Wilbur did today was wake up late, cuddle and watch movies together and bake cookies (you had to make an agreement with him).
But after you and Wil watch one last movie and had dinner, you both decided to go to sleep early so you both could get up early tomorrow morning. As the movie ended, you started to get up out of Wilbur’s hold, but got held back by Wilbur’s arms wrapping around you tighter.
“Nooo! Please don’t leave. You’re warm and cozy.” Wilbur whined as you finally got out of his loving hold.
“Wil, I’m not sleeping on the coach. And plus I need to wash my face and brush my teeth. So it’s either you can sleep on the coach or you can follow me and get ready for bed with me. Your choice.” You said as you walked down the hallway to your guy’s shared room.
You heard him groan, and soon enough you heard the patter of feet on the hardwood flooring, making quick strides to catch up with you. Soon enough, you were being lifted off the ground by arms wrapped around your waist from behind, carrying you to the bathroom as you laughed.
“Wilbur put me down!” You laughed as you both finally reached the bathroom. Wilbur put you down but quickly lifted you up and placed you on the sink. Wilbur came really close to your face and put your noses together.
You giggled. “Hello my love.” You said as you placed your hands on the back of his neck.
“Hehe, you look like a bug. My little lady bug!” Wilbur said in a high pitched voice as he started to tickle your sides.
“No! No, no, no! Wilbur, please! Haha! Truce, truce!” You laughed as you squirmed in his embrace. Wilbur quickly stopped tickling you and smiled at you. You smiled back at him and rubbed your noses together in an eskimo kiss.
“I love you.” You said to him. He giggled and licked your nose as you scrunched it.
“I love you more, ok let’s go I need to brush my teeth.” He said, clapping his hands in a chop chop manner.
You gawk at him in disbelief. “Oh hell no! You don’t get to do that.” You told him as he laughed and put his hands up in surrender.
“Ok, ok! Im sorry, now can I please brush my teeth?” He asked you, kissing your hands.
You went to move out of the way, but you quickly stopped yourself and smirked. You always meant to tell Wilbur about this thing you read in a book you read a couple weeks ago. But he was never home so you never got the chance, but now, now you can. “How about we brush each others teeth?” You asked him.
He raised his eyebrows and had an amused grin on his face. “Now where’d this come from?” He asked as he looked at you as you grabbed his tooth brush.
“A book. I found it cute and I wanted to try it out.” You said while getting his tooth brush ready and handing him your toothbrush. He smiled and hummed in agreement.
“Ok, but be prepared to move out of the way.” Wil warned.
You saluted back at him and brought his tooth brush up. “Ahhh.” You said, as if you were talking to a little kid. He laughed and opened his mouth as he also started to brush your teeth. “A, B, C, D, E-“
“What are you doing?!” Wilbur laughed as you continued to brush his teeth.
“I’m singing the alphabet obviously. “ you said as best as you could and rolling your eyes.
“Not the sass.” Wilbur replied back as you both laughed.
“F, I, J, K-“
“L, M, N, O, P.” Wilbur started singing with you.
“Q,R,S-“ you said as your motioned for Wilbur to continue.
“T,U,V” Wilbur continued as he giggled.
“W, X, Y, and Z. Now I know my A, B , C’s! Next time won’t you sing with meeee!” You sang as you finished brushing each others teeth. You quickly got down from the counter and let Wilbur go first. Soon after it was your turn.
After you were both done, you grabbed your face wash and quickly put your hair up. As you did you felt hands on your waist and looked up.
“What?” You asked as you looked at him.
“Nothing you just look really beautiful.” He said as he put his chin in the crook of your neck and left a kiss there. You quickly looked down fro his gaze to hide your flushed face.
“Are you going to wash your face? You should.” You said looking at him.
He furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” He asked, faking an offended tone.
“Noo! I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant it’s good for your skin and everything.” You said as you grabbed a hair tie for Wilbur just in case he said yes.
“I know love. And yes, I would love too.” He said squeezing you tightly.
“Ok now let me put up your hair!” You said turning around.
Wilbur quickly moved away from you as he put a hand up to stop you. “Absolutely not!”
“Wil! Your hair is like a fucking lions mane!” You laughed at him.
“And it’s going to stay that way until the EP comes out darling.” Wilbur finishes as he leans in to kiss you.
You kiss him back and pull away to look at him. “Yeah but once it’s out, we’re getting rid of this.” You said as you ran your hands through his hair.
Wilbur smiled down at you. “That’s fine with me love.” He said, as he kissed you one last time. “Ok now can we please hurry up so I can go to bed?!”
“Screw you.”
Taglist: @deadphantomsociety @jadeissues @aimi-chann
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sailoryooons · 6 months
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Lights Masterlist
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❀ Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Producer! F. reader
❀ Summary: Meeting Jungkook was a chance of fate. A moment frozen in time, eyes meeting across a room full of lights. The more the two of you advance in your career, the more lost in the lights you become. What if you never find your way back?  
❀ Word Count: 583 and counting
❀ Genre: Heavy angst, Idolverse, strangers to lovers, eventual smut
❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 
❀ Series Warnings: Eventual sexual content, explicit language, substance abuse, toxic relationships, manipulation, drama, and heavy angst, depictions of depression and anxiety. This series will explore concepts of the ‘darker’ side of being famous and being in the music industry. It is not an essay on the culture of idols nor does this attempt to draw some sort of conclusion or comparisons to the real music industry or life of idols. This is just something that was inspired by my re-watch of Gossip Girl and listening to The Weeknd and wanting to write about a toxic relationship between fame and self. 
❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. This series in no way attempts to paint a realistic depiction of idols, or the industry, or draw comparisons. None of the scenes or elements in this series in any way reflect how I perceive the music industry and do not represent any opinions as a whole. This is not intellectual commentary, it is just straight-up fiction. 
Masterlist | Ask | Lights Playlist | Tag Lists
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▷ e p i s o d e o n e . . . p l a y n o w
II n e x t e p i s o d e . . . l o a d i n g
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suicidalslasher · 2 years
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𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 - 𝑺𝒕𝒖 𝑴 & 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑳.
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Warnings: female reader, pronouns used are she&her. Degradation, oral, (f on m) dirty talk & face slapping, cheating,,, uhhhh, I think that's it....?? Not much of a smut, more a blurb than anything else. 🤷‍♀️
Again, I might add more but as y'all know already, I'm horrid when it comes to full, length fics and writing a properly well written ending so….. lmao. We'll see.
All the stories I write are mainly just PWP. 🤷‍♀️ Enjoy, though! ;)
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"You don't deserve to feel this good, you know that? You are nothing to me expect a hole to spill my cum into." The man's words cut her deeper than the knife he had pierced into her earlier within the night. Her eyes stung with tears and she gasped, choking back a sob. 
One of which she isn't too sure whether or not it was because the words that had slipped past his lips or due to how good she was feeling with his cock being buried inside of her, all the way into her guts, the way he had promised he'd do if she didn't behave.   
"Say it," he spat as  he then lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair, causing her mouth to  suddenly  fall more open into a wider 'o' shape, a squeak loudly escaping the back of her throat. 
"Tell me you don't deserve me. You don't deserve this  cock. You are nothing. Nothing but a  needy, little bitch, fucking her best friend's boyfriend.  You are  fucking worthless, you mean nothing to me expect when I want something to fuck. Isn't that right? How would Sidney feel if she knew her best friend and boyfriend were fucking each other's brains out behind closed doors?" 
(Y/N) grabbed the nearest pillow and placed the small plush object into her mouth as she bit down onto it, holding back the screams she very much wanted to holler out.
"How would Stu feel, (Y/N)? Knowing his girlfriend was backing her ass up on his best friend's cock. You think he'd be upset with you or do you think he'd join in on the fun?" 
Before she could even begin to question what he meant by that, and why she'd be worried about what Stu thought (knowing damn well he had been fucking Tatum on the side), the door flew open and there the man stood with his head tilted aside and his bottom lip jutted out in a pout.
She half expected for Stu to yell, 'what the fuck is going on here?!' instead, however, he shook his head and dropped a bag down by his feet as he strutted in, kicking the door behind him with the heel of his boot. 
"You told me I'd get to go first," he frowned, folding his arms across his chest.   Billy shrugged as he still continued to move his lower half, rocking his hips as he thrusts deeper into the girl beneath him.
Stu scoffed and rolled his eyes, flipping the bird toward Billy before he focused his attention onto the girl he loves dearly.
"Hi, baby," he greeted as he then walked over to where his girlfriend was before he bent forward to press a tender and loving kiss to her forehead. 
"You feeling good? Billy making my baby girl feel okay?" And okay, this had to be the weirdest fucking thing ever but oh my God... she was more turned on than she had been before. Weakly, she nods and throws the pillow she had been biting into aside so she could speak properly.
"Y-Yeah," she stammers, breathing ragged and heavy as she tries to  gather her words together.
"W-What's going on?" She questioned as she licked her lips, hoping that this was reality and not one of those dreams she had been having for the past few months.  
"Isn't this what you've always wanted? For the both of us to fuck you like there's no tomorrow?  Have you seeing stars and rearrange your guts?" Stu asked as he then snickered, hand coming up as he presses the palm of it against  (Y/N)'s cheek, giving her a playful pinch with his index finger and thumb. 
"You're so cute when you are confused, baby. How about you open that mouth for me, though? Lemme see that pretty tongue on the slit of my cock before I fuck that throat of yours."   
Nodding now eagerly, almost way too desperately,  she opens her mouth as wide as she can and watches how Stu, in one swift movement, undoes his belt and the zipper of his jeans before pulling them (and his boxers) down to his ankles.
The tip of his cock had already been wet with precum and as he guides his shaft into her wet, warm and wanting mouth, the taste of salt splashes across her tongue and she groans in pleasure, bliss flooding through her like a waterfall. Billy’s cock was also  practically being flooded with her juices.
She made a mental note to wash the duvet comforter once the night was over and the sun had risen, and well, y'know...  once her guts had been completely rearranged and her pussy had been fully abused by two.
As Billy continued to fuck into her, the noises of her arousal grew louder, echoing against the walls were the sounds of how wet her pussy was and Billy’s genitals clapping against her ass.
  “Always such a tight fucking cunt,” Billy groaned as he had now dropped his hand down, letting her hair be free from his grip as he then dug  his nails into her hips.  
“How’s her mouth feel, Stu? She being a good  cockslut for you?” Stu groaned in approval as he nodded his head. He licks his lips before replying, “Yeah, she’s got such a good, hot fucking mouth on her.” He said as if it were a matter of fact.
(According to Billy and Stu — it was.) 
 “You want to have a turn at her? I did promise, after all..” 
“Well, she is MY girlfriend too, so I would reckon that I could and would be able to fuck her,” Stu replied in a snarky manner. Billy laughed as he slowly pulled out, his cock covered in juices as he did so.
“What a sight — nothing like seeing your come, covering my cock completely. Want a taste of yourself, baby?" He purred.  
(Y/N) nodded as she wrapped her mouth around the crown of his cock,  pushing herself down onto his length as  she hollows in her cheeks, being the good whore that she was.  
Her tongue laps up and down his shaft and she practically glows with happiness when she hears - from both men - how good of a girl she is and how hot she is with a mouthful of cock. 
"Alright, baby, let Stu have at that cunt, yeah?" 
(Y/N) pulls away, saliva dripping down her chin and she looks absolutely fucking out of it -- Billy and Stu love it more than anything else in the world.   
Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed with heat and her eyes were groggy and droopy, exhaustion clearly sneaking up on her. Though, the boys knew better than to stop right now.
They wanted to fucking ruin her. They wanted to have her limping for days, wanted her to feel where their cocks had ruined her insides when she moved.     
 "If you're a good girl and make me cum, maybe Billy will tear that little asshole of yours up, would you like that?" Stu asked as he inserted his cock into her desperate, eager and wanting hole, a longing moan erupting from the back of her throat as she nods rapidly, more saliva dropping from her mouth.
"Fuck, yes. I want the both of you inside of me." She begged. 
"Ah, ah... Have to make me cum first, understand?" Stu said as he then grabbed a handful of his girlfriend's hair, pulling her back as his hips bucked into her, cock going deeper inside her as he began to rock his hips.  
"Oh, fuck," she groaned, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure that began to pool in the heat of her stomach.       
"She really does know how to take a cock, doesn't she, Stu?" 
"That she does, Billy. Speaking of which, how about she sucks off yours? She is quite beautiful with a cock being slammed down her throat, after all." 
"Don't have to tell me twice. Open that pretty mouth of yours up, bitch. Going to have you gagging around me," Billy waited until her mouth was open and wide before he thrusts his hardening member down her throat, doing exactly as he had said he was going to do.
"That's it, gag on this fat, fucking cock, you whore," He spat as he raised the palm of his hand and slapped her cheek. 
"What I say earlier, huh? You don't deserve to feel this good. Don't deserve to feel this good by two cocks.  Such a pathetic little needy bitch you are, (Y/N)." Billy groaned as he moved his cock in and out of her warm and wet mouth, groaning a string of curse words as he fucked her throat.   
 "Gonna cum down that throat and make you swallow every last drop of it." He said, and all (Y/N) could do was nod. Well, the best she could given the fact her hair was still being held by Stu's fist. 
"Yeah, fuck.... keep talking to her like she's a worthless whore," Stu said from above, voice breaking as he spoke which only meant he was close to an orgasm.  
"Gonna have me coming in no time and then we can ruin both of her holes." Stu said. 
"That's what you'd like, isn't it, (Y/N)? Is she worthy of that though, Stu? Does she deserve a cock in her pussy and in that tight asshole of hers?" 
"I'm not sure...." Stu answered as he bit his bottom lip, eyes closing as he inhales a deep breath, his body growing hot as his cock twitched, begging to  spill out its seed into the girl before him.   
  "Though, I must say I'm curious if she can handle it," He said after a moment.  "I'm sure the bitch can," Billy said, licking his lips.  "And even if she can't, she'll learn how to adjust, won't you?"  
For obvious reasons, (Y/N) said nothing. She just concentrated on making Billy feel good while thrusting backward on Stu's cock, eager to make both of them let loose. 
 " 'm going to come," announced Stu as he finally let go of her hair and placed his hands on her hips, fingernails digging into her skin as he groaned her name over and over, like a broken record. Finally, he spills his seed deep inside of her, making the girl nearly scream out in pure bliss.   
She couldn't, however, because before she knew it, her mouth was being filled up with Billy's cum, nearly drowning her in it.   She chokes slightly, blinking back tears but does exactly as he wanted - she swallows every last drop, even lapping up the tip of his cock with her tongue, getting that very last drop into her mouth. 
 "Fucking hell.... such a good girl," Billy complimented.  Stu nodded  in agreement as he slowly pulled out. He couldn't help but coo at the sight when he sat back against the bed.
He smiled fondly as he leaned forward, only to lift his hand and slap her ass, making her yelp in response.  (Y/N)'s pussy was leaking with cum, dripping  all over the bed comforter. 
"Well, she did what you asked." Stu giggled.    "And I suppose she did make me cum, too...... So, guess that means we're going to ruin those little holes, hm?" Stu stood up just to get on eye level with his girlfriend, placing his hand on her cheek, thumb brushing ever so softly against her skin.
"You ready for round two, baby girl?" 
She was in for a long fucking night...   She smiled, though, and nodded as she muttered; 'yes, please.' 
The boys turned to look at each other, copy-catting the other one's smirk. They then turned to (Y/N), chuckling deeply together.
"She's such a good whore, isn't she?"
"Certified freak, I'd say."
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kittilumpo · 2 months
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prompt for my Dani Suddenly Gets A New Power When Her Voice Changes au:
dani becomes a member of the teen titans via being a teen and being titanous - she beats up bad guys, they beat up bad guys, literally the only difference is that dani never stays in one place! she is constantly traveling; to explore the world, yes, but mostly to Go Where She Wants To Go And Be Where She Wants To Be
a fight here and a run-in there and the various branches of the teen titans eventually communicate well enough (emphasis on eventually) between their bases to invite her to OFFICIALLY become a RECOGNISED member of the teen titans! she gets a badge and a comm and everything!
pick your favorite group of super teens, even including Young Justice and other highly specific eras/groups like them, because when i said "emphasis on eventually" i meant emphasis on eventually. literally in canon those fuckers are always dropping out if touch with each other, they are NOT communicating ANYTHING in a timely manner.
dani DOES age as time passes her, because the original power this au is based off of is a puberty-activated voice-changing joke and i wanna keep that for her, but like the infinite realms has time-travel portals all the time soooo...... if she's in her early teens when starfire crashlands to earth and translator-kisses dick!robin and then is STILL in her early teens when pit-rage!jason beats the shit out of tim!robin, then let They whom haves't used flimsy plot holes to make All Their Faves Meet throweth the first stone
as per my previous post, dani gets into Her First Tickle Fight with her new friends! and it goes! horribly! W R O N G ! :D
this is not a light-hearted happy "ha ha oops" au this is a genuine "i just almost killed all of my friends in almost the most horribly painful way i've ever seen AND IT'S ALL MY F A U L T-" ANGSTFEST
because the phandom does so love our angst~
in the middle of Her First Tickle Fight dani either destabilizes because of how tickling works (its actually scary, google it!) OR if u prefer stablized!dani then she just gets overewhelmed by the tickling (seriously google it) and her body Just Reacts
her voice cracks and breaks into
a million
tiny
haunting
e c h o e s
and all of those new friends suddenly become victims of her newly-awakened Haunting Laughter, a vocal attack that doesn't do physical damage like danny's Ghostly Wail but wow that would be so much easier to fix!!!!
depending on which magic system(s) you wanna work with, dani either does "psychic" damage or just straight-up attacks their ACTUAL LITERAL SOULS. since all of the other teen heroes are alive beings made of unchanging flesh, and none of them have a core to keep their souls in one piece (except possibly jason*, depends on u) like the ghosts in the infinite realms whom are made of like 95% ectoplasm and 35% pure spite do, the teens all get hit HARD
literally months later dani's titans have mostly stabilized enough that its safe to rouse them out of the magically induced comas that the justice league dark and/or the far frozen yetis were forced to put them in to keep them alive
this prompt ends with dani's titans - being mostly amnesiac/repressed-memories about the whole thing and so equally mostly willing to forgive and forget, because it was literally an accident from a new power and they've all been there (which is why tickling is officially BANNED now, forever) - being either informed semi-immediately by the adults OR they return to base and find out for themselves later that dani has turned in her badge and communicator and all of her other "earthly possessions" and has left this universe entirely to prevent herself from harming any of them ever again
(*... and also MAYBE raven isn't in danger from it? like its still gonna hurt her and do some damage, its still an attack that she takes head-on - made by DANI, a genetic copy of danny "i can kill god because the plot says i might need that power some day" fenton - because raven is alive and has no ghost core, but i realized that raven is also THE most likely character of the whole DC universe to not only have but also constantly maintain various types of protection around her own soul. cuz hellmouth.)
i hope you have some fun with this!
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the-froschamethyst4 · 5 months
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Sharing is Not Always Caring
➤Day 14
𖤐Pairing: Soap x Innocent! F! Reader
𖤐Pronouns: She/Her
𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, implied threesome, a bit of insecurities, drinking, some hints of fluff, kissing/making out, P in V, pussy slapping, fingering, eating out, masturbation, dry humping (?), face sitting
𖤐Summary: Y/n wasn't ever big on a threesome with Soap, she thought that if she did a threesome with him, he would love the third party instead of her, but she caved in and did it to please him.
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Welp, you did it, you agreed to have a threesome with your boyfriend Soap, it’s been something Soap wanted to try and if they both hated it, he’ll never bring it up again, they were completely something on their ‘Sex Bucket list’ something stupid they both thought would be funny to do and on Soap’s list in the number 5 spot was.
“Try a Threesome”
Y/n thought it was dumb and didn’t think he was serious but…he was.
They went to a bar to look for someone else to join, it didn’t matter to them who, another guy, girl anyone, as long as they were also okay with it.
Y/n was definitely nervous…Soap was all for it and didn’t seem nervous whatsoever but Y/n looks like if they do this, will Soap still love her or go for the one they both just had sex with.
Her mind would go 100 miles a minute just thinking about it, palms clammy and sweat trickled down her forehead when she looked at Soap looking like he was trying to find the right person.
“Oh what about her? She seems close to our age and looks like she could keep up with our stamina,” Soap said pointing to a woman who looks like she is in her late 20’s 28-29 maybe. Dark hair and slight tanned skin like she came from the beach.
She laughed and looked like she was having fun with some people around her.
“Uhh~ no way, those are probably her friends and she probably won’t leave their side the whole night, plus she seems smart to not have sex with a couple looking for someone to fill in their third spot…” Y/n awkwardly laughed as Soap looked confused.
“Okay~” he turns to find someone else. “What about him?”
“No.”
“Love-“
“What! I’m helping.”
“You’re being picky and unreasonable. Fine…tell you this…the next person who walks through that door, is our third party, deal?” Soap said.
“F-Fine, deal,” she said, crossing her arms like a child being told ‘no’ for the first time.
So, they waited for that so-called next person. Soap probably stared at that door for 20 minutes as Y/n played with the straw in her drink and messing with her feet under the table.
Ding
The bell above the door rung and a young girl walked in, she looked to be 25-27 maybe, she had blonde hair, pale skin, and was wearing a tight blue dress that stopped at her mid-thigh.
“Bingo,” Soap said, quickly getting up. Y/n didn’t even have enough reaction time to follow him, she stayed over at the table as Soap went up and asked her.
“Fuck,” Y/n mumbled looking around like she wasn’t with Soap.
“Love, this is Lanai, Lanai this is my girlfriend Y/n.”
“Hi,” Lanai said with a smile.
“Hi,” Y/n said, awkwardly. They both shook each others hands and Lanai sat down with Soap and Y/n.
Talking, drinking and getting to know each other. Y/n just looked at Soap and Lanai getting along just fine...it scared Y/n. She watched as they laughed together and how Lanai was getting a bit more comfortable around Soap, Y/n felt like she was the third party.
"So, shall we go home then?" Soap asked the girls. Lanai nodded her head as Y/n just gulped and nodded as well.
Soap grabbed his keys and headed home with the girls. Y/n in the passenger seat and Lanai in the middle backseat. Y/n played with her fingers the whole time, Soap grabbed her hands making her stop and look up at him.
"So, how long have you guys been together?" Lanai asked.
"What four years?"
"Five actually," Y/n corrected Soap, who just chuckled at her like he meant to say four.
"Wow, five years and no rock on the finger, Y/n?"
"W-What?"
"I mean, if I was with my boyfriend for five years, I should expect a big rock on my finger."
"W-Well we wanted to take it slow," Y/n said.
"Right...but anyways, why are you two all of a sudden doing a threesome? Just to see if you guys are poly?"
"No, we did something called a 'Sex Bucket list' and on my list was 'try a threesome,' we switch every day, so it was my turn, and this was the next thing," Soap said.
"Ohh~ a 'Sex Bucket List' that sounds interesting," Lanai said, leaning forward. "Y/n what was your last one?" She asked.
"Try BDSM...it's not for us," Y/n said, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Ohh~ what did you guys do?"
"Bondage, role-playing, discipline, dominance, submission, and sadism," Soap said.
"And that's not your thing? I've done it before...I think it's for me," Lanai said.
"Good for you," Soap said.
Soap pulled into the driveway, and everyone got out of the car, almost immediately Lanai climbed on Soap, wrapping her arms around his neck, he smirks but looked at Y/n like if it was okay before they did anything.
Y/n swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded her head. Soap placed his left hand behind Lanai's head and kissed her lips, his right hand rested on her waist. Y/n just stood behind them playing with her fingers and feeling very, very, nervous.
A few Hours Before this
"You know if you feel uncomfortable, you can just tell me, and we don't have to do this." Soap told Y/n in the car.
"I know, I know...but can we use a safe word or something? So, when I or we say it, we stop it."
"Of course, love. What's a word you want to use?" Soap asked.
"Light?"
"Sure, if that's okay with you?"
"Okay, light it is," Y/n said.
"Also, we will that word most likely be used?" Soap asked.
"I'm not sure...kissing is fine, dick sucking is fine...I guess if you put your dick in them...I think that's were the line is drawn." Y/n said.
"Fair enough," he smiles.
Back to Now
Lanai's hands were now under Soap's shirt touching his toned body as Y/n felt alone while watching them. Soap finally pulled away from her and looked over at Y/n pulling her in and kissing her lips but a little harder than what he was doing with Lanai.
Lanai just backs up and starts to remove her dress from her body, Soap's hands roamed all over Y/n's body. Going to the bottom of her dress and pulling it up squeezing her bare ass.
Y/n let's out a soft moan as Soap smirked. Lanai was only in a black thong and walked back to Soap gaining his attention from Y/n. Y/n started to remove her dress now but being completely bare now.
It was a competition now both girls trying to get Soap's attention and affection. They managed to get upstairs to Soap's and Y/n's shared bedroom. Lanai fell on the bed first as Soap crawled on top of her and removed his shirt and unbuckled his pants.
Y/n sat on her knees watching Soap now kiss Lanai's neck. Lanai turned and smirked at Y/n like she 'got' her man. Y/n played with her fingers full of anxiety.
"Love," Soap said. He pulled her into another kiss, kissing her lips and then her neck, her chest and between her breasts. Lanai smirks and starts to kiss Y/n's shoulder.
Y/n shuttered at Lanai's touch, it just felt...weird in a way, probably because Y/n isn't used to it. Lanai's hands then went up Y/n's side and squeezing Y/n's breasts.
Soap pulled away from Y/n's lips and saw Lanai squeeze her and kiss her. He saw how red Y/n's face was, he couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or not.
He pulls his pants off completely now becoming bare naked. He grabbed a hole of his cock and started to pump himself looking at his girlfriends red face.
Lanai's hand started to move down Y/n's stomach and reached Y/n's clit. Y/n's breath hitched, and Lanai's fingers rubbed circles around on Y/n's clit and soon pushed two fingers inside of her.
Y/n's toes curled, and her nails dug into Lanai's arm and the bedsheets. Soap pumped himself and moaned at the sight of Y/n's face. Lanai looked over Y/n's shoulder and watched Soap pump himself, she pulled her fingers out of Y/n and crawled to Soap taking a hold of his dick and soon putting it in her mouth.
Soap threw his head back and moaned, he looked at Y/n and smirked and motioning his head for her to come closer to him, which she did. She crawled towards him, he bent down kissing her lips, she moaned wanting someone inside of her again, she started to hump against the bedsheets just rubbing her the right way.
Soap heard her moaning and opened his eyes seeing her just slightly humping.
He smirks and takes his dick from Lanai and pushed Y/n on the bed on her stomach. Her ass in the air, he gives her a hard smack on the butt earning a soft moan from her. He pushed himself inside of her, she grips the bedsheets and moans when he started to thrust inside of her.
Lanai crawled to the couple. She got in front of Y/n kissing Y/n's neck again and grabbed her face and started to kiss her lips. Y/n could feel Lanai smirking and soon pulled away from Y/n.
She flipped on her back and showed her wet clit to Y/n. Y/n's never ate someone out before, she has no idea what to do. She looked at Soap for help, but Soap had his head back enjoying his girlfriend.
She looked back at Lanai who was smirking.
"Aww~ don't worry, I'll help you," Lanai said with a smirk. Lanai placed her hand behind Y/n's head and brought her head closer to her lower half.
Y/n stuck her tongue out and licked between her wet folds. Lanai moans and starts to almost hump Y/n's face. Y/n sucked and licked at Lanai's clit. Y/n then got an idea and pushed two fingers inside of Lanai.
Lanai moaned and pushed Y/n's head a little deeper, Y/n thrusted her tongue in and out of Lanai along with her fingers.
Soap looked down seeing the view, he smirks a little bit when he saw his girlfriend eat out Lanai. He grabs a handful of Y/n's hair pulling her away from Lanai's clit, but she still thrusted her fingers into her.
Y/n and Soap started to kiss again. Soap could taste Lanai on Y/n's lips, he smirks and pulled away from her lips. "I didn't know you could do that?"
"I-I-AHH!" She moans when Soap hit her spot.
"Umm~ hello?" Lanai said, looking up at the couple. Y/n looked back at her, and Lanai forced her mouth back on her clit.
Soap watched how forceful Lanai was. He swatted her hand away and grabbed Y/n again.
"I'm not done," Soap growled.
"Neither am I," Lanai growled back. Y/n was stuck in the middle between Lanai wanting to be eaten out and Soap wanting to kiss her lips.
Soap pulled out of Y/n and Y/n fell on her stomach. Lanai and Soap now were making out letting Y/n have a small break. Y/n looked up and watched them.
She sat on her butt hands between her thighs, she wasn't that nervous anymore but was still scared. Lanai pushed Soap on his back and started to rub his dick in her hand, touching his leaky tip and kissing his lips.
She soon got on top of him, her ass in his face and her sucking him off. Y/n crawled to Lanai and helped her suck off Soap. Soap moaned at the feeling and snapped his fingers getting Y/n's attention, just the person he wants.
She moves closer to him and looks into his eyes.
"Fucking sit on my face," he demanded.
She then moves on top of him just barely sitting on his face, but she was soon forced to fully sit. She starts to rub herself on his tongue, his tongue thrusted up into her.
His hands held her waist and grabbed at her boobs, pinching her nipples and squeezing her boobs as well.
Lanai moved from being on him to now licking his base and playing with his balls earning a deep moan from him.
"F-Fuck," Y/n stuttered. She felt herself close to coming. She looks down at him pinching her tits.
"Ahhh~!" Y/n moans and ends up coming in Soap's mouth. She gets up off him and he swallowed her cum. He smirks and starts to kiss her lips.
Lanai then licked his tip as the couple was making out. Lanai also rubbed herself and started to position herself in a way, Y/n turned and looked at Lanai.
"W-What are you d-doing?" Y/n asked.
"I want him inside of me too, duh?" She said.
"B-But that w-wasn't the deal." Soap sat up and moved from Lanai.
When at the bar, when they were talking before this event. Soap had told Lanai that they could do everything, but he doesn't feel comfortable sticking his dick inside of her, she could suck him off, but he wasn't going to fuck her. Lanai had agreed that it was fine but now...she's breaking that deal.
"What's the big deal? I thought you two wouldn't care, since we are seeing each other naked and basically already fucking and I thought we were all comfortable?"
"But we all agreed that I'm not sticking my dick in you?" Soap said. "And no, we're not all comfortable."
"Light." Y/n said. Soap looked at her and Lanai looked confused.
"Light? What the hell is light?"
"Safe word, you can get your shit and leave, now," Soap said.
"What?! Why was I not informed about this 'safe word'?" Lanai asked.
"Because it had nothing to do with you, it was between me and her, so, please grab your shit and leave."
"Fucking whatever, you two are boring anyways."
Soap rolled his eyes and looked at Y/n. Y/n's face was red and had tears in her eyes.
"Love?"
"I'm fine...I don't know why I'm crying," Y/n said, rubbing her eyes and heading to the bathroom.
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3 Hours Later
Soap had sat on the bed and Y/n came out of the bathroom in a towel and got some clothes on. Soap watched his girlfriend change into comfortable clothes.
Y/n laid on her side of the bed and turned away from Soap.
"Love?"
"I'm tired...let me sleep, please."
"Love, come on, I know you want to cuddle," she turned and hugged him. "That's better...we don't ever have to do that again."
"Thank you...I...I don't ever what to do that again."
"Good and we don't have to," Soap grabbed a note pad that was on his nightstand and crossed out number 5 and wrote next to it 'never again.'
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uselessmicrowave · 1 year
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Hello, I'm sorry for disturbing, can I ask NSFW Alphabet for TF:Animated Blitzwing? ...If rules not meant the whole alphabet then maybe just with his name letters?
Find it kinda strange that one of most popular character in tfa fandom haven't his own alphabet lol
A=Aftercare
Relatively good at taking care of you, he asks about human medications and if you need to take any before/after, if he should be careful with you, if you need anything specific afterwards. Treats you like glass, he just doesn’t want to break his perfect little human.
B=Body Part
His favorite thing about his own body changes depending on who’s fronting. Icy likes that his frame has a unique color combo, whereas Hothead (and Random) like how their wings are pointed downward instead of upward like the seeker’s wings. He loves your midsection. He couldn’t care less if you’re skinny or chubby, he loves to wrap his servos around you.
C=C/m
Inflation kink.
D= Dirty Secret
He won’t tell you about his fascination with seeing your stomach distended (whether that’s with food or transfluid or maybe even a sparkling).
E= Experience
Blitzwing’s had some prior partners (most left because they couldn’t handle him), not many though.
F= Favorite Position
He likes to hold you in his lap, or have you on top.
G= Goofy
He’ll make some jokes to make you smile and laugh or to lighten the mood, lots of little jokes to make you giggle during aftercare.
I= Intimacy
He loves you and wants to show it, but he’s not the best at telling you. He’ll kiss and hold and nuzzle, but Blitzwing stumbles over his words sometimes.
J= Jack Off
He’d prefer your hands on him, but he’ll be fine with his own servos. Won’t self service that often.
K= Kink
This was mentioned before, but he has a fasination for seeing your stomach/midsection distend. Whether that be with transfluid or other fluids, he really likes seeing you full. Also loves to be given instructions.
L= Location
Anywhere away from others, deep in a forest, a cave, his berthroom…
M= Motivation
Seeing you blush or act embarrassed, when you cover your face he finds it so cute.
N= No
He won’t draw blood or use knives on you, as long as there isn’t a possibility of you or him bleeding out from it, he’ll try it.
O= Oral
Blitzwing doesn’t like to give, he’s afraid of his faceplates spinning erratically while he’s trying to pleasure you.
P= Pace
Depends on who’s fronting. Random’s a wildcard, Hothead is rough and fast, Icy is slow and teasing.
Q= Quickie
He’s fine with quickies, but this stems from liking morning sex.
R= Risk
It depends on how desperate he is, but a bathroom stall would work.
S= Stamina
Three to four rounds will tire him out.
T= Toys
Has two toys, one has a small knot at the base and it vibrates at the tip. It’s too big for you to use it. The other is a gag, shaped like a bone.
U= Unfair
While Blitzwing does love hearing you beg, he won’t make you cry.
V= Volume
Again, it depends on who’s fronting. Icy is relatively quiet, Hothead will growl and groan, Random is by far the loudest.
W= Wild Card
Blitzwing likes morning s€x, to get the day going. He’s okay with getting worked up or getting you worked up anytime.
X= Xray
Roughly 1ft 5in/43 cm (yes i do the math), he has red bio lights in an upright ladder pattern, surrounded by a stripe of purple (outlined with black). This pattern is semetrical on his spike. His valve has similar patterns and colors.
Y= Yearning
Blitzwing is needy, so going three to four times a week will be regular for you two.
Z= Zzz
Falls asleep quickly after properly taking care of you, and if you’ll allow it, Blitzwing will put his faceplates on your midsection or chest (whichever is softer) and recharge like that. He claims his recharge is more peaceful that way.
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grincubus · 1 year
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relax | diluc x dom top reader.
he'd been so busy lately. you just wanted to give him a hand and help him relax.
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N/S/F/W CONTENT ; MINORS DO NOT READ / INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.
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character[s]: diluc. reader: sex never mentioned. gender neutral. no pronouns used. cw: dom/sub implications. fingering. hair pulling [diluc]. reader is a bit mean/demanding.
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it was no secret that diluc was a busy man. if it wasn’t mountains of paperwork, it was cleaning up the angel’s share after a string of rowdy nights. or worse still, when he’d come home late singed and smelling of smoke to find you waiting up for him in the foyer, where you wordlessly tend to his wounds before leading him up to bed.
he hated leaving things unfinished, but he hated making you worry more. recently it seemed like you were frowning at him more than smiling, but he just couldn’t seem to slow himself down. never once had you chastised his behavior when it clearly displeased you. he knew he was difficult to be with, and you were too kind.
so when you stepped into his office tonight, he wasn’t quick to shoo you away. you had that look in your eye that meant you were set on something, and you’d been staring at him intently for the past few days. he hadn’t been able to spend much time with you lately. he didn't think much of it.
he didn’t think much of it when you sidled up behind his chair and kissed the back of his jaw. he didn’t think much of it when you smoothed your palms over his tense shoulders and whispered that you wanted to help him relax. he didn’t think much of it when you smiled against his skin after he begrudgingly sighed and leaned back into your touch. so stiff, you'd said. would a massage help?
you misled him. he didn’t want to admit he misread the situation. of course you didn’t mean something as simple as a shoulder message, why would you? you were always so impossible. he should have guessed your true intentions, because things always somehow seemed to end up like this with you—
“diluc, you’re too tense.”
he bit the inside of his cheek, torn back to the present. the side of his face was pressed flat against his desk, cold wood against his hot skin. at least you'd had the decency to clear his papers away. he managed not to shiver when the fingers of your free hand smoothed over the flushed skin of his hips as you tugged his pants down further.
“i wonder why,” he said wryly, and you chuckled behind him. you pinched his hip with one hand, and your other hand -
diluc choked when you flexed your fingers inside him. two of them, nearly to the second knuckle. you clicked your tongue when his body wound up, clenching around you.
"diluc." you murmured in disapproval. you slid your other hand from his hip up his side. he shivered, goosebumps raised after your touch, but all he murmured was a quiet, "i know," against his desk. could you really blame him, though?
you sighed, disapproving again, and this time he felt a little guilty. he opened his mouth to apologize, but the words caught in his throat when your hand suddenly moved from his side to his hair and tugged. one sharp, quick pull in displeasure. he gasped sharply, startled.
"i can't hear you when you're muttering like that."
"sorry." heat crawled up his neck. it was difficult to relax the way you wanted, but he tried. he trembled in your hold when your fingers curved inside him again, this time deeper.
"i'm doing this for you, you know. ease up a little," you said, but he could hear the underlying implication there. don't be difficult. his heart skipped a beat.
"i know. i know." he screwed his eyes shut. it wasn't that often you got so short so quickly, but he couldn't deny the effect it had on him. his chest was hot. "i know." then, so you'd maybe take pity on him, "t-thank you."
your breath fanned against his neck in a soft laugh. he shivered. "thank you, he says." you chuckle again, and this time he moaned when your fingers thrusted into him. "ah, you're relaxing. will you let me spoil you now?"
diluc exhaled heavily, eyes fluttering shut. "yes," he murmured, shoulders loose.
...
everything was hot.
you said something behind him, but he can't hear you over the roaring in his ears. you sound pleased, though, and that made him moan.
your fingers, so much thicker than his own, pistoned in and out of him with brutal precision. his front was plastered flat against his desk, no longer able to hold himself up, and he gasped and clawed at the wood to ground himself.
"fuck," he panted, burying his face into the slick surface of the desk. he'd started drooling at some point, but he couldn't recall when. the third finger? or were you up to four now? were you even using your fingers at this point? you were so deep. "fuck, fuck, fuck—!"
hot pleasure roared down his spine when you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head up. "ah!" his body locked up with a fierce shudder and he almost came right there. with your fingers buried in his hole and your grip tight on his hair, it was a miracle he didn't. but then—
"y'stopped," he slurred. you'd pulled him back off the desk, enough for him to make you out in the corner of his eyes.
"i said, are you listening to me?" you ask, firmly but without any ice. the sound of your voice so close to his ear made him clench around your fingers, and, greedily, he rolled his hips. he cried out when you yanked again, this time hard enough for his back to bow. his scalp burned in the most incredible way. "diluc."
"no," he said honestly. he swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how hard he was panting. like some sort of animal. he shuddered at the though of you reducing him to such a thing and fought to remain focused. "no, no, i—i wasn't. m'sorry. i just...hah." your fingers flexed. he couldn't remember what he was going to say.
"i know," you crooned, apparently charmed enough by him, because your fingers fuck into him again, slower this time but harder. he spasmed in your grip. "i know, look at you. you feel good?"
"good," he repeated, and you allowed him to lean forward again, bent over the desk. "fingers, ah, so—so good, so good—i—hah!♡" he almost shouted when you pull his hair again, his cock pulsing hard enough to leak. a thick stream of pre dribbled from his head, and you noticed.
"oh? think you could cum just from this?" you tugged again at his hair. he knew you already know the answer.
"yes!" he was too far gone to be embarrassed; he grinded back against your thrusts. you didn't let up, but you abandoned his hair in favor of pushing him down instead, and diluc sobbed with pleasure when your big fingers pounded against his prostate. he was completely boneless, fucked out against the surface of his desk while you drilled into him.
"fuck, you're—so good." he whined. his body jerked in time with the force of your fingers, desk shaking. he clawed at it, desperate; his knees buckled beneath him, hot pleasure racing through his veins. "i'm, i'm so close. please, let—me, can i cum? can i—for you?" his voice trembled with your thrusts.
"of course," you murmured. he shouted when you shoved your fingers in hard, firmly plugged against his that spot that made him scream. "you only needed to ask." your other hand snaked under him, and it took two, three strokes before he was cumming in thick, heavy ropes all over the underside of his desk. he rocked back into your thrusts and clenched sweetly around you, babbled nonsense and scraped the wood with his nails. he couldn't focus on anything else. the entire world disappeared.
when he came to, he was still shaking like a leaf with the strength of his orgasm. you kissed the back of his shoulder, murmured kind things to him as he came down.
"easy, easy. i've got you."
your fingers were still in him. he shuddered, hyper aware of how they filled him up. fuck, he was never going to get used to that. he clenched unknowingly at them when you moved to pull them out, only to change tactics midway through. his legs spasmed when you pushed them back in.
"so reluctant to let me go," you chuckle. your lips pressed against his ear. "have i made you greedy? maybe you'd like more?" you thrusted them in gently a few more times just to draw out some more mewls from him. he clenched around you, hot again.
"no, i...mm." his knees buckled again when you scissored your fingers, prodding and pulling and rubbing at his pink rim before you fucked them in again. you repeated this a few more times, muttering to yourself and ignoring his gurgles. you were just toying with him at that point, literally—playing with his hole. his face flushed darkly, aware enough again to feel embarrassed, but he didn't have the energy to resist.
he buried his face in the desk and tried not to squeal when your fingers—it was definitely four—popped back into him and pressed in again, deep. it was shameful, being unable to resist, but it still felt so good, the sharp blade between pain and pleasure.
"shh, shh." you hushed his garbled moan when you thrusted against his prostate with intent. "let me do this for you. i'll let you cum all over my fingers again. you said you'd let me help you relax, right?" when he didn't answer, you clawed at his hair again and yanked his head back up. "right?"
his eyes were hazy. what had he even been doing before this...? "r...right.♡"
"right." you smiled against his throat. "i'll take care of you. just relax."
he moaned weakly when your fingers started up again in earnest, already drooling against his creaking desk.
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barnesafterglow · 1 year
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the things you do
summary: steve just can't seem to keep you quiet - no matter who might be listening
pairing: fwb!steve rogers x fem!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: modern au, lots of dirty talk, slight d/s aspects, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, light spanking, gagging with fingers (but like, in a hot way), bad decisions probably, surprise ending ;)
a/n: i meant to finish to post this on the first of october but my brain said no so sorry! even tho this took me a lot longer than i anticipated, i really like it. also it might connect to another prompt for kinktober eventually (wink wink)
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“Shit,” you moaned, the feeling of the doorknob digging into your back only serving as more of a turn on for you. Steve couldn’t even wait to get through the front door before his hands were all over you. You hoped Mrs. Phillips wasn’t being nosy and looking out her peephole, otherwise she’d get a nice view of Steve pulling the front of your shirt down to leave bites along the swell of your breasts.
“Steve, we shouldn’t.”
“I don’t care.” His hand was on your throat, giving the slightest bit of pressure.
“Bucky’s home and -”
“I. Don’t. Care.” The pause between each word was punctuated with a squeeze to your throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know who was in charge. Finally, you relented with a small shake of your head, and he released his hand. “Good girl.”
Steve may like to take risks, but he wasn’t stupid. You both slipped your shoes off before opening the front door, and he swept you up, throwing you over his shoulder and he made his way towards his room. 
You were scared and thrilled at the same time. You and Bucky had been broken up for over a year, but he still didn’t know you had been hooking up with his best friend for the last few weeks. It wasn’t planned, and you had never even seen Steve that way before. But he happened to be at the same bar as you and Natasha, and after one shot too many, you were making out in a dark corner. He came back to your apartment and the two of you passed out in your bed. The next morning, he fucked you in the shower, and then there was no turning back.
Once Steve had you face down on his bed - the door shut and locked - he lifted your hips up enough to push your skirt up and your underwear down. His large hands came down on your ass, spreading you open enough to let out a low moan, before one came down to land a smack.
“Steve,” you hissed, scared of how loud it echoed in the silent apartment. Steve promised you he would be quiet, because neither of you wanted Bucky to hear. You knew it would be a hard feat, considering their beds shared a wall, but you were too desperate for him to protest too much at the time.
Now, you turned over so you were facing him.
“You’re gonna have to try harder to keep quiet, Steve.” His face spread into an easy grin, happy to take the challenge. In one quick motion, he had your skirt off your legs and was sitting you up to pull your shirt off. Taking you in, he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“No bra tonight? It’s almost like you were planning to get fucked.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, and he grazed the goosebumps that had spread across your arms.
“I’m always planning on getting fuck when I see you,” you said, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. When you pulled back, your eyes fluttering as he bit your bottom lip, you realized you were completely bare to him while he was still wearing all of his clothes. You made a move to pull his shirt off, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head as he pushed you back into the mattress.
“Nuh uh,” he tsked. “If you wanna act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.”
You knew it was mostly talk; Steve liked to tease you and say absolutely filthy things, but he always took care of you. He couldn’t fully turn off that good boy charm even when he was fucking your brains out.
Deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine, you wiggled until he let your arms go, and climbed back until your head rested against his pillows. His eyes followed your every move as you spread your legs, slowly sliding your hands down your body until they came to rest on your inner thighs, slowly inching closer to your core.
He stood still, taking you in until he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Deciding the teasing wasn’t worth it, he stripped - slowly, because he knew your eyes were on him, even if he wasn’t looking - until he was standing as bare as you were. Your eyes were drawn downward, biting your own lip as he wrapped a hand around his hard cock, lightly stroking as he settled his knees on the bed, just in front of you.
You knew it was revenge for your own little show, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care all that much when he looked so goddamn good.
His hands reached down to move your own, where one had been slowly circling your clit, and pushed them up your body.
“Why don’t you play with those pretty tits and let me make you feel good, huh?” It wasn’t a question. It never was with Steve - he knew your limits and would push them to the very brim before he asked for more.
Not trusting your own voice, you nod, tweaking your nipples as he lowered himself onto his stomach, hooking his arms under your thighs before pulling you closer to him. He shifted, spreading your legs as far as they would go, and spit directly on your core.
You couldn’t contain the moan that left you, and had to slap your hand over your mouth. Simultaneously, Steve slapped your clit, causing your hips to jerk up.
“Thought you were gonna be quiet. Can’t be letting Buck hear how pretty his girl moans for.”
It shouldn’t turn you on so much, the way he casually brings up you ex and his best friend, but damn if it didn’t send a hot rush through your entire body.
“That’s what I thought,” were his last words before his face was buried between your legs.
Immediately, your hands flew to his hair, trying to pull him into you, but he slapped your thigh, looking up at you expectantly.
You whimpered, hating to disappoint him, and brought your hands back to your nipples. You could see the pleased shimmer in his eyes, and he rewarded you by sinking two fingers into you. The stretch caught you by surprise, and another moan fell from your lips. In one fluid motion - almost like he was expecting it - he reached up with his other hand and shoved two fingers in your mouth.
Keeping eye contact, you closed your lips around his thick fingers, sucking and swirling your tongue around them. When the fingers inside you crooked - hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars - you moaned despite yourself, and Steve’s other fingers pushed further in your mouth, gagging you. Keeping you quiet.
The coupled sensation was enough to push you over the edge, and the only reason you didn’t shout Steve’s name were the fingers still heavy on your tongue.
Steve took it upon himself then to pull back he rested his face on your inner thigh and watched the bliss on your face, feeling you squeeze around his finger still buried in you.
It wasn’t until you were drifting back to your body that Steve removed his fingers and crawled back up your body, placing sloppy kisses and teasing bites along the way. When his weight finally settled on top of yours, he brought one back to your mouth, tapping your lips until you opened up; you groaned as quietly as you could at the taste of yourself.
Finally, he kissed you again, filthy and sweet - the way only Steve could seem to make it - with one hand cupping your jaw and the other teasing his tip at your entrance.
“You want it, baby?” You nodded, still not trusting your voice. But that wasn’t enough. “Yeah? Then use your words.”
“Want you to fuck me,” you whispered, voicing cracking.
“What was that, sweetheart?” Fucking tease.
“Want you, Steve - fuck.” He took no time to bottom out in you, no warning and no time to adjust. He always said it made you squeeze him that much tighter.
“Fuck, Steve,” you yelped, loud. Too loud. He slapped his hand over your mouth and the both of you stilled, waiting for any sign of movement on the other side of the wall. When you both assumed the coast was clear, he started rolling his hips, just enough to grind deeper into you.
“If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll have to shove those pretty panties in your mouth.” He said it like a threat, like both of you wouldn’t get off on it, which he damn well knew was wrong.
You wanted to last - wanted him to last - but you couldn’t help it when he was rutting so far into you. You thought maybe one day you would get used to it, but he was so big you’d guess that nothing could ever prepare you for how well he fucked you.
He could always tell when you were close, said he’d never felt anything as tight as when your cunt squeezed around him while you were letting go, said he’d never seen eyes brighter than when you exploded for him. He sent you a look of warning, taking his hand away from your mouth just long enough to flip you over on your hands and knees.
His hand pushed your face into the mattress, ensuring your moans would be, at the very most, muffled. He quickened the speed of his thrusts, and you shattered apart around him.
“Fuck, baby. Such a good girl, coming on my cock like that.” You were clenching so tight you were worried he might not be able to move, but Steve Rogers lived to defy expectations. That included the filth he spewed, too. “Did Bucky fuck you this good, huh? I bet he didn’t.”
Something about the taboo of it all - Steve fucking you so hard you could swear you brain was broken, him being all but certain he was the best fuck of your life, all while Bucky was just a few feet away - caused you to come again.
Your second orgasm was too much for him to hold back, and he spilled into you with a shout, fucking you through it until the only sounds were your heavy breathing and your mixed releases.
He finally pulled out and, despite his best efforts to keep you stuffed full, you could feel the mess of him leak down your thigh.
You collapsed onto your stomach, hoping to at least catch your breath for a moment, but your lover had other plans.
“I hope you didn’t think we were done, sweetheart,” Steve teased before manhandling you on your back and burying his face between your thighs once more.
-
On the other side of the wall, Bucky squeezed hard around the base of his cock, trying to stave off his orgasm, because he knew you all would be going all night.
And just like every other time - even the ones when you all thought he was gone - he stroked himself to the sound of your moans, to the sounds of the rough, messy, fantastic sex going on in the other bedroom.
The kind of sex he missed, the kind of sex he wished he could join.
Maybe one day.
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Browsing The Stacks
College!Matt Murdock x f!reader
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Summary: Matt helps you focus on your studies at the library.
WC: 3.2k
Warnings/Tags: soft!dom!matt, public display of affection, thigh riding, porn w/o plot pretty much! (MDNI)
A/N: I wrote this during a college matt frenzy with @briefcasejuice it was just the perfect concept! I really like how this came out and I hope y’all enjoy it too.
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The purpose of the study nooks in the college library were exactly what they intended. For studying of course, yet the size of the library and amount of these spaces provided meant that there’d be room for extreme privacy. Lucky for you, you’d been let in on the most isolated corner desk, in which you were sitting right now. Despite being the furthest from any potential noise or people, it still didn’t satiate the rate at which your heart pattered in your chest.
 Maybe the upside of being so far away from any prying eyes was that you could cry. And it didn’t take any effort to resort to that considering how stressed you were because of this damn—
“y/n?” A voice rang from down the way.
 You were yanked from the sentence your blurred eyes were stuck on when his stern voice called your name. If you weren’t so lost in the never-ending passages of the textbook, you’d have heard his cane tapping along the floor and rearing around this particular aisle to find you. 
 Turning while still seated, the sight of him just feet away and ambling closer to you inherently warmed your heart. You wouldn’t know it though, but he knew. 
“Oh–” you gasped slightly. It was none other than Matt, now approaching more confidently because he recognized your voice as it finally spoke. 
The smile encroaching on his face grew wider due to, unbeknownst to you, hearing your heartbeat slow down. The warmth reciprocated to Matt, an exchange he was ever willing to accept silently.
 “I knew you were here” Matt lingered on an elated scoff, the grin unwavering while he made his arrival to the back of your chair, stationing his cane to his front. Your head dipped back and your eyes shut involuntarily, almost grazing his hand placement on your shoulder. A silent but telling “Hi, Matt” would suffice as a greeting, cut short by the smile of relief you couldn’t hold back from being in his presence again. It was always a delight seeing him, with this semester’s schedule change, it was more difficult to bump into him at any given time. He was a sight for sore eyes as well, his brown ginger-ish locks and bright smile never faltered being a comfort.
 The manner in which your throat hitched on the greeting told Matt everything he needed. That the number of books sprawled out, taking up pretty much all of the surface of the table, and the half-drunk coffee long abandoned to the side were signs of stress. Stress that you obviously weren’t taking care of. You were his afternoon mission, no doubt. 
“Why the long face?” He spoke. You mused his words, letting them permeate in your ears due to his obviously soothing baritone, before instigating.
 “What long face?” you squeaked.
 “Uh—just, you only come here when you really wanna be—alone, so I’m guessing you’re studying really hard which leads to—“ he paused, catching himself before the speed of his voice gave an inkling of suspicion. 
Matt needed to choose his words more carefully, lest he wanted you to seriously question how he just knew things. But at this moment, in your mind's eye, Matt was nothing more than a considerate and observant partner. And observant he was, cause the tears welling up earlier were nothing short of opaque now, the salt now disappearing and being replaced with something else. It was brewing and becoming more apparent to him the longer he spoke with that silky baritone. 
“Stress, yeah, is it that obvious?” You spoke while turning your body so your legs were on the outside of the chair. The way your own voice let the ‘S’ roll off before pronouncing the word entirely already painted itself to a wall in his mind, having piqued his interest. He wanted to banish the entire feeling for you. 
Matt could tell by the way you squeezed your legs shut that your mind was already wandering during this seemingly mundane conversation. 
“No, no, it’s just—“ He started.
 “I’m kidding, it is obvious” you breathed a sigh that was partially intentional. Somehow you started to feel embarrassed that he called out your inability to give yourself a break, that if he hadn’t found you when he did you’d be a sobbing mess right now. Your hero.
 “Not that that’s necessarily terrible, it shows you care about your work” Matt rubbed the still laid hand on your shoulder in a way to soothe you. You breathed a smile, finally building the strength to bring your right hand up to it and placing it on the back of his hand to show you were grateful for it. 
“Maybe I don’t care enough, can’t focus today” You admitted defeatedly, turning to gawk at your workspace. 
Matt’s smirk somehow intensified, you didn’t know it but your words were amalgamating a plan to get you focused again, a plan that he knew you couldn’t refuse. He bit back a chuckle before coming to the surface with his interrogation.
 “Oh, you do care, I’m sure, you just need to take a load off for a second.” He mumbled, his hand switching from your shoulder to your chin in one movement, tilting your head upward. The mannerism was simple but it threatened to double the warmth growing in your center. Matt cleared his throat slightly. 
You gulped hard, studying the way his smile faded, letting him take the mic again. Suddenly this interaction was becoming less casual and more intentional, you thought. 
 “I wanna help you, in any way that I can” It was soft and quiet, but it hit harder than if he asked the classic ‘are you ok?’. Somehow it was easier to melt into that statement, and that you definitely did. The burning returned to your eyes for a moment while you stood suddenly from the chair, and his arms were extended ready to catch you in them. Now in Matt’s embrace, you felt like you could breathe a little, the pressure of his hands digging into your back giving you some reprieve. Your body decompressing against him was telling, it told him you trusted him, allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him despite the setting. 
How could he have this much of an effect on you, that you were still mindful of how you were really feeling, and how it coupled with the lewd feelings being around him brought out in you. It was a weird mixture of emotional intelligence yet with hints of arousal. It was a strange effect but you always welcomed it. Being with him just felt safe and intimate.
His scent burrowed effortlessly in your nostrils,  irresistible and you felt you could stay like this forever. 
“Thank you, Matt” you pulled away, breaking the silence after what seemed like a minute, your face close to his and your arms now resting atop his forearms. The grip Matt patented on your waist was unrelenting, your bodies still flush together. He contemplated just leaving it at this, but the heat signature you were giving off was not going away. In fact, it tripled, seeing as your hands stroked over the muscles under his sweatshirt and the way you studied his expression meant your mind was definitely elsewhere. 
“We’re not finished” He spoke suddenly, almost abruptly and out of turn with his thoughts. Matt didn’t want to be careful, he was trying to figure out the fastest way to give you the release you desperately needed. That he knew you needed and didn’t give to yourself in those private moments.
You whispered an ‘oh’ letting him know he had your full undivided attention. The silence hung in the air for a moment before he poked the bubble.
“Let's sit, let me hold you” He spoke, turning your body to the right slightly so he could take the seat. 
‘Oh god’ you thought, there was no way this was happening. Your arousal was catching up to you, for this predicament was laying the trap you knew he was plotting the second you noticed he was smirking in that specific way he did. His voice was stern and confident, which only made matters worse and made your mind blur deeper with filthy undertones. Who were you to not accept his thoughtful care, and most definitely the chance to admire below while he held you in his strong arms.
With one motion, you were sitting respectfully on his legs, his hands still remaining glued to your waist and your hands interlocked behind his head. Once comfortable, Matt began rubbing circles on your back, slowly and just enough to let you revel in the sensation.  He was so close yet so far, his breath was faint on your neck but it felt strangling. You were going crazy, it was confining but somehow not enough to where it was satisfying.
 Matt could tell you were struggling to keep your distance, your shallow breaths and beating core being a total indicator of your restraint. He was amused by your behavior, adorable that you weren’t 100% sure he was on the same page, but he definitely was, you were just too shy to admit you wanted him. Wanted him in any self-respecting way you could have him in such a public space. Yes, you were isolated and it wasn’t busy when you first came in here, but you weren’t careless enough to be okay with the risk. 
His head tilted to the right and his eyebrows furrowed, almost disappearing under his black frames, stopping his hand motions for a second. 
 “You’re tense again.” It was a statement, not a question. 
 “Yeah, so?” It came out more defensive than you’d liked. Fuck, it was futile to try and escape his prying. Especially when he looked the way he did effortlessly, his demeanor soft but dominating. Again, you often wondered how he just knew exactly what was going on. 
 “Tell me what you need–it’s ok.” He coaxed, making a note to flash a smile to encourage your words to flow easier. And it did, intensifying your exhilaration and excitement. It gave you half-confidence that his thoughts were aligning with yours. 
 ”Matt–I can’t–you don’t have to–” Stuttering a bit, you answered. Your anxieties were very much in control, not to mention acting so intimate in a place like this, this was already too much. It felt shameful to use him for what you thought were selfish purposes, but Matt saw it as an opportunity to help when you so very needed it. 
Your cheeks felt heated as his hand came up to your jaw again, his remaining grip now stroking at your thigh. 
 “I want to help…in any way that I can–please?” Matt whispered, reinstating what he’d said earlier more sternly, bringing your face impossibly closer, his breath tickling your lips.There was an earnest need in his tone, the way he uttered that ‘please’ stroked the already raging fire in your belly. If his soft salmon colored lips weren’t enough to do it. 
You huffed a sigh, worry scribbled on your face. 
“here though? It’s–mmh” Matt captured your lips once his hand met the back of your head, angling his face to shut you up with a kiss. It was open mouthed but neat, you shut your eyes at once, the grip around his shoulders becoming more stable as you shifted on his lap a little, making him grunt into the kiss. You gave Matt absolutely no choice, if you didn’t want to admit you needed a break, he had to do it for you. 
With his feet firmly planted on the floor, he skidded the chair backward to signal you the chance to straddle him, and you seized it with little to no grace. During the unbroken kiss, it took a second to switch your footing and open your legs to properly sit on him, grunting while you attempted to steady yourself. 
Once he realized you were about to sit on his crotch, he grabbed either of your hips with force, removing himself from your lips. 
 “Ah-ah, this is only about you” He huffed, and you scanned his face. 
You were taken aback by his quick-wit, almost perplexed that he’d refuse the contact. It made you second guess your ability to read the writing on the wall. Or maybe you were just too selfless, wanting him to experience the ordeal with you. 
You held back a whine, annoyed that he still wanted to single you out, and he was annoyed you weren’t letting him make you feel special. Matt wanted to make sure you knew this was just about you.
 “Just–”  *kiss* “--trust me, okay?” *kiss* 
He left open mouthed pecks to your neck, whimpers of impatience leaving your lips in the process, your forearms staying firm around his shoulders. You sighed before giving any semblance of a response. 
“Ok” you took the slight rejection and reshaped it into submission.
Matt flashed a wicked smile against your skin. “Good girl, now sit.”
He patted at his right knee, and you didn’t need to look back at it, for the sound of him welcoming you to it rang like the dinner bell. And you were absolutely famished. 
You swept your right leg over, it now between his legs, as your aching crotch finally found purchase on the upper part of his knee. It was a satisfying feat, Matt hearing your muscles relax while you found the rightful place he’d wanted to get you in minutes back when he arrived. Your forehead was pressed to his, almost looking for permission to begin. Matt was eager to see you spread your wings. 
“Go ahead, use me” He breathed, hands grasping your hips, one thumb stroking reassuringly on your thigh. Your angling was perfect and pressure was already present on your clit despite not moving yet. 
Bracing yourself with a peck that quickly turned into a full kiss, you started grinding back and forth reluctantly, knees buckling at the blunt pleasure. Shockwaves ran through your legs that threatened your balance once you got to a steady pace, but Matt thought it wasn’t steady enough. Afterall, he knew just how desperate you were, he still had to step in to let you know it was okay to take what you wanted and fast.
 He forcibly pulled away from the deep kisses that you were obviously using as a distraction to encourage you further.
 “Harder–it’s ok, sweetheart” He spoke clearly but softly, applying some force to his grasp now, pulling and pushing with your shy thrusts. You bit back a whimper at the now faster grind, grip on his shoulders now tighter. His names for you created a blaze in your chest, a feeling of pride that you were his pet, you were his image of affection.
 Your chest heaved quickly, walls starting to flutter and you moaned quietly, earning a smile from Matt. “Yes, like that” Matt’s praise coupled with the friction the fabric between you provided was pulling your orgasm closer and closer. It was delicious and fuck maybe it had been a while since you’ve came considering how easy it all was. But he could tell you were duly reminded that you were in a public space again once your pattern of noises took shape. He didn’t want to let that stop you.
 “Kiss me” He craned his neck forward, mouth slack a little to welcome you back to his mouth, and you gladly got lost in his persuasion yet again. The rhythm was unfaltering due to Matt’s help, making sure every pass on his knee hit your swollen clit with precise angling. The cave of his mouth helped silence your growing whimpers, his tongue accompanying yours perfectly. The patch of wetness inevitably passed the threshold of your underwear, Matt bit his lip as he felt the warmth sliding across his leg, cock twitching as he studied your blissful state.
 He took a second to take note of your chemistry, mouth parted in open mouthed kisses again as he discreetly tasted your essence filling the air. It permeated in his sinuses, something he’d smelt before of course, but this time it was sweeter and much more impervious.Your thrusts on the rough surface of his jeans were getting needier, huffing and whining into his mouth, and he felt it was time to escort you down the sinful valley of his words.
 “You gonna cum f’me, angel?” He began, letting go of your hips and holding your back once again. 
You were in flight all on your own, pelvis rutting wildly and back arching ever so often. Getting lost in the pleasure, it was hard to control your grunts, trying your best with the way your knees ached as your climax approached. You’d be damned if your anxieties stopped you from letting Matt give you what you needed. His sweet beckoning voice and rock solid body wouldn’t allow it.
 “C’mon, I know you can, that’s it” His voice was low but sure of its power, feeling you flutter more aggressively, guiding you closer and closer. 
 “...so perfect and needy all f’me, yeah?” Matt held you close, preparing for your final cry. 
Somehow him taunting you for your neediness was what did it for you. It was not embarrassing anymore, you were happy to admit you needed this, cause the pressure at your core and pleasure searing through your belly was a gorgeous trophy to take for being submissive to him. Matt was gonna be there for you, no matter the time or place. 
You fell quickly, your cunt pathetically pulsing around nothing yet everything, your legs twitching as you held tight onto Matt’s embrace. He shushed you by pushing your head into his neck, gasping into his ear at first before it turned into grunts of bliss, even a whimper of his name. 
Somewhere inside you during it all, you prayed the study nook was far enough away and that the crevice of Matt’s neck was enough to muffle it all. Your hips continued to squirm on the hard surface and it quickly turned to overstimulation, but you didn’t care cause you wanted this moment to last. It was an example of how Matt was able to make you feel like you were the only two people alive.
 Eventually your head stopped spinning, body stagnant, and Matt was at your neck again, sucking softly at the heated skin. He was so proud, proud of your admittance and willingness to accept his help. 
“See? You did so good” He chuckled silently, he felt very exhilarated to have rode this out with you, he was impossibly stiff but he could take care of it later, right now his job was to be prideful.
 “Oh god, Matthew–” reality set in and you were half-chuckling in disbelief because of what just fucking happened. Your face felt hot and your clothes felt sticky. He quickly shushed you, kissing you again.
 “It's okay–focus on what’s important, that you feel better, right?” Matt grinned, hand rubbing your back in the same motion as before. It took a second before you felt you could revel in the success of this risky endeavor. 
 “I guess so” A shy smile would suffice and you crooned into his neck again, breath steadying. His job here was done, and the way your heart synced with his as he held you in his lap was enough to satisfy the ache he felt of his own. You were glad to have allowed his help, and thank god for his persistence, otherwise this afternoon would’ve gone very differently.
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