#wait fuck i forgot his earrings :( alas

[gaytimeswith-scar]

currently rewatching 3l and . god im so normal

#ant art #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw #inthelittlewood #itlwart #he gets horns bc i dont like drawing plain humans lmao #also my friend thought he was chat noir . #wait fuck i forgot his earrings :( alas #3l martyn #third life

[risustravelogue]

Scandalous (pt. 1)

Summary:

You have sex with your beloved in scandalous places.

Featuring:

Wriothesley, Alhaitham (separate), fem!Reader

Tags:

Filthy smut because why the fuck not :3 Semi-public sex, sex toy, double penetration, wall sex (Wriothesley), office sex, bookshelf sex (Alhaitham)

Note:

I'm celebrating my getting Wrio by winning 50/50 with... another smut. Hahaha. /bonked Alhaitham's part has been sitting in my drafts for so long hjksdfksl Also yes, I finally made character banners! Yay!!

This will be a multi-character series! Planned: Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Zhongli, Baizhu, Neuvillette

🔗 Series @ AO3 | masterlist 🔗

For all his cunning and scheming ways, Wriothesley is ultimately a man of action. And the best part? He’s open even to the most outrageous ideas.

So when you shyly asked him if he wanted to try having sex outside of the bedroom, he pounced at the thought and planned everything the next morning—even going as far as telling the guards patrolling the room with the big window into the ocean that he will cover that area himself that night.

When you arrive at your rendezvous spot at midnight, he’s already waiting for you with a naughty smirk plastered across his lips. Humming, he closes the distance between your bodies. The way he’s kissing your lips with unbridled lust is somehow so much more sensual this time.

While his hands are busy slipping under your shirt and playing with your breasts, you unbuckle his belt and yank down his underwear to find his fat cock already hard and leaking from the thought of whatever dirty plans he has for you. After you wriggle out of your work pants, he lifts you up so easily, eliciting a delighted yelp from you as you wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, his shaft rubbing against your slick entrance whenever he takes a step.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, giggling.

Your husband only chuckles in response as he walks into the moonlight. You feel your walls clench around nothing as you realize what he’s doing.

A soft thud accompanies the cold feeling of your back being pressed against the thick one-way window, the mix of pleasure and pain of his tip bullying its way into your deepest parts following shortly afterwards.

A muffled half-moan, half-protest escapes your throat as he finally enters you completely, his lips angled oh so perfectly against yours to shut you up. He moans against your mouth as he begins thrusting into your wet cunt, the dirty sounds—oh archons, all the dirty sounds—bounce against the metal walls and form echoes of his heated rutting.

“W-Wrio!” you complain, but you can feel your spongy walls clamping down on his thick length. “N-not so loud– ah– too loud–”

He laughs and smacks your butt while pinning you even harder against the window with his muscular body.

“My, my,” he tuts beside your face. The way his lips graze across the skin of your neck makes you shiver. “It’s like music to your ears, huh.”

More loud slaps of skin fills your ear as you come nearer and nearer to your climax. Alas, after a few thrusts, he stops moving.

”I almost forgot. I bought this for you,” he whispers.

Your eyes widen as he takes out a vibrator from his coat’s inner pocket.

“Aha, I see you like your present,” he chuckles. “Don’t worry… it’s nothing you can’t take. I’ve trained you so well, after all.”

“B-but–”

“Ah, ah, ah. No buts. We’re going to have so much fun tonight.”

You whine as he spreads your ass and slides the toy in. You bury your face in his shoulders, embarrassed from the fact that it goes in so easily due to your leaking juices.

“Ready, darling?” he says—but not giving you a chance to answer before he flicks the switch.

Incoherent mewls of pleasure echo through the air as your climax comes crashing like a tsunami. Wriothesley laughs as he moves his free hand to spread your thighs apart, practically pinning your right knee against the window to give him even more access to your deepest parts. You shudder from the feeling of his bushy pubes rubbing against your exposed clit.

“Don’t– I’ll cum–” you protest, but his sloppy kiss shuts you up.

“And what’s wrong with that?” he growls with a playful tone against your mouth. “You can scream however you want. Nobody’s going to head this way tonight, not when I’m… ‘patrolling’ this area.”

He starts grinding while fucking your ass with the vibrator. Your pleas for him to stop—it feels too good, you’re losing control—he answers with shushes and sadistic chuckles.

“Good,” he purrs. “Let go. Let it all out for me like the good girl you are, yeah?”

His moans grows louder with each thrust, and finally, he lets the vibrator go in favor of spreading both of your thighs apart so he can fuck you in earnest. The toy slides out of you and falls with a loud clang next to your husband’s feet, and you can hear a soft hum coming from it if you try to listen hard enough. Not that you can, of course—not when your beloved is making you cum nonstop.

“Ah– ah– Fuck, you’re so tight…” he groans. “So good… taking both my cock and the toy so well…”

His pace is punishingly fast now, but his stamina, built upon years and years of boxing, keeps his knees from giving way.

“Time for your present, darling,” he breathes. ”I’m gonna breed you nice and good, mark you inside with my cum– ghh!”

With a final kiss from his blunt tip to your cervix, he shoots his hot load into your womb, his whole body shuddering from ecstasy. Your fingertips dig into the fur of his coat as you try to muffle your scream of pleasure into his shoulder. He pants while peppering kisses onto your face, making you giggle. You whimper when his length slides out of you as he sets your legs down.

“Can you stand?” he asks. You nod weakly, pushing against his chest to try to stand on your own. Your eyes land on his still-hard cock as he takes off his clothes, abandoning them on the metal floor.

“You’re still hard,” you comment.

“So I am,” he chuckles. He takes your hand into his and leads you onto the aquabus.

“The seats should be comfortable enough for you to lay down,” he says as he pushes your thighs apart once more, pressing your back against the padded seats. His cock twitches against your folds as he plants a full kiss on your lips and whispers,

“Ready for round two?”

You hate skirts.

Even so, you have to wear one today for an Akademiya event’s dress code. Your social battery has drained completely by the time lunch break comes, and you decide to hide in Alhaitham’s office. The face of the usually-stoic husband of yours visibly tenses when he looks up from his book and lays his eyes on you.

He gets up without saying a word, locks the door, and turns to you, a sigh escaping his lips.

“You look so cute wearing a skirt, you know that?” he says, a smile on his lips but a burning, carnal desire in his eyes. A predatory growl escapes his throat as he says in a low voice, “Makes me want to fuck you senseless until you’re nothing but a sweet, hot mess.”

He presses his mouth against yours, effectively pinning you against the office’s bookshelves. His fingers deftly unbutton your shirt, his left arm circling around your waist to keep your hips pressed against his. A muffled gasp and a muffled complaint escapes your throat when his hand slips under your bra and squeezes your breast.

You feel his fingers trail down under your skirt and tug on your underwear. His lips part with yours for a while as he takes the thin fabric off and throws it away, landing right on top of the stack of papers on his desk. As his lips crash onto yours again, you reach down to his belt, unbuckle it, and pull down the straining fabric of his pants, freeing his erect cock from its restraints. His hands find their way to your bare buttocks, and eventually trail downward to the back of your thighs. A yelp escapes your throat and your arms instinctively wrap around his neck when he lifts your legs and keeps them apart, exposing your folds to his hard shaft. He lets out a groan of approval as he grinds his hip against your slick-coated pussy.

“Dear me,” he chuckles, “how long have you been this wet?”

You moan as he moves his hips forward, his hot length pressing against your entrance. “Answer me,” he orders.

“I–” you gulp, “I’ve been imagining this ever since I’ve put on this skirt.” He moves his hips again, his throbbing cock now pressing against your clit.

“Mmm… such a naughty wife,” he purrs. “That doesn’t answer my question, though.”

You whimper as you feel him grind against you. “I don’t know,” you breathe, your fingers digging into his skin. “P-please…”

“Perhaps… you need some help,” he hums. “Knowing you, you must have been wet ever since that pretty mind of yours conjured an image of me fucking you against the bookshelves like this,” he thinks out loud, his voice almost a whisper in your ears. You moan as he grinds his hips again. “Bookshelves… that means House of Daena. You’ve been wet ever since you entered the library, yes?” he chuckles.

“Y-yes,” you say, voice trembling from arousal.

You whine when you feel his cock pressing against your slit more insistently. “Tsk, tsk, darling. You’re nothing but a dirty—”

He grinds, and you whimper.

“—little—”

Another grind, and his tip is now at your entrance.

“—slut!”

With a thrust, he buries his length deep into you, his hips slapping against yours. A scream involuntarily escapes your throat as you shudder in pleasure.

“Shh… people will hear if you keep that up,” he warns, a chuckle underlying his tone.

“Yes… I– I’m sorry–”

Someone knocks at the door, cutting off your words. Alhaitham groans.

“What is it?” he says to whoever is outside.

You hear a muffled voice from the other side of the door. “I heard a scream. Is everything okay?”

“See?” he whispers, planting a kiss on your neck. “Everything’s fine,” he says with a louder voice. “Falling books, that’s all.”

“... If you’re sure, sir,” the voice says with hesitation, then walks away in fading footsteps.

Alhaitham turns back to you, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“Now… where were we? Oh, right,” he mutters. “You, my dear wife, are a slut—but you are my slut, so I’ll be light on the punishment,” he hums, planting teasing kisses all over the side of your neck and collarbone.

“Or–” he pulls back, his half-lidded verdant-vermillion eyes looking right into yours with barely-contained lust, “—would you rather I go rough on you instead, hmm?”

You feel a shiver rippling through your skin as you feel your walls clench around his cock. A smile grows on his lips at your wordless response.

“I already know your answer,” he says while gently kissing your lips. “But I’d like to hear you put it into words.”

“I– ah–“ you stammer, suddenly very aware of the feeling of your husband’s thickness filling you up. You struggle a bit, prompting him to tighten his grip on your thighs.  “I… I want–”

Your words disappear into thin air with a gasp when he starts grinding against you, the squelching wet sounds filling the air.

“Come on, love. You can say what you want from me,” he teases, his lips grazing your jugular. “Say it,” he whispers.

“P-please fuck me,” you breathe. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight,” you finally say, your voice trembling and pleading.

He presses his lips against yours while humming. “My sweet, sweet heart… I love it when you’re so honest,” he says. The lust seeping through the low undertones of his voice sends shivers all over your body.

Hmm… maybe wearing a skirt more often wouldn’t hurt, after all.

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[angelzofdecay]

Aftermath Blade x gn reader

Summary: after a mission goes horribly wrong you run to the only person you believe can comfort you. CW: cursing, violence, ptsd, blood, fluff, blade is gentle, ps he's only doing this bc it's you, hurt with comfort, happy ending. AN: I can't get this man out of my head so here's a short but sweet oneshot. I head canon that he's a mix of tsundere and yandere so that is totally reflecting in my writing.

As a trailblazer, you had encountered many monstrous beings before. However, this particular encounter felt different. The assignment was initially planned to be a simple one, but upon your arrival, the level of the curse suddenly transfigured to a huge fucking problem.

The creature's physical appearance was almost human-like, except for its nearly translucent skin and intricate armor adorning its body. Its muscular build was cloaked in an aura of immense power, making any attempt to replicate it seem futile. The sheer energy emanating from the beast was so intense that you found yourself trembling on your knees as you tried to stand firm. You completely forgot about the newbie who had tagged along with you. 

Neither of you were prepared for this at fucking all.

It blitzed towards you with insane force, leaving you with scarcely any time to protect yourself before being hurled through three solid walls. The intense agony rippled through every fiber of your being, almost rendering you immobile in its wake. It was at this moment, right before its fist went through your skull, your temporary teammate sprang into action, jumping in to save your life. 

You could make out the sounds of a blood curdling scream, bones breaking, and a powerful technique being released. It all felt miles away yet deafening at the same time. As your body was writhing in pain, you could feel your adrenaline surging, propelling you into action. Finally, with a sudden burst of energy, you managed to strike the final and fatal blow. But alas, it was too little too late to protect the life of Yukine...

The car ride back home began with a heavy silence. There was no conversation to be had, no words exchanged between the driver and yourself. Maybe the reason for the lack of communication was the fact that your throat was sore from crying or screaming, but in reality, it was just you. Your mind was in turmoil, unable to comprehend or articulate anything. The only thing it could focus on was replaying the events from earlier, over and over again. You felt a sense of terror grip you like never before - it was a fear so real and so palpable that it consumed your thoughts entirely, leaving little room for anything else.

Blade

Blade, patiently waiting for your return at home. Would he scoff at your perceived weaknesses or worse, abandon you entirely for your poor actions? You couldn’t help but painstakingly wonder what his reaction will be to the news that you failed to save someone's life today. In failing to do your job, to be strong, you let down not only yourself, but the one you cherished deeply. As a trailblazer, you know all too well how unforgiving this world can be, especially towards those who falter in their duties. But how would Blade treat your failures…

The car came to a screeching halt as you arrived at his home, your home. “Miss, I really recommend you go and see a doctor…” His plea fell on deaf ears as you stepped out of the car. You kept your head low as you reached the doorstep… What were you going to do when he opened it? 

You knocked once, twice, three times before your hand fell limp at your side. The sounds of his shoes pattering against the floor caught your attention. Each heavy and calculating step made your heart jump. The creaking sound of the door being opened, the light illuminating from the entrance, and the confused look on his face when he gazed at you sent you into a frenzy. 

“What the hell happened?” Tears began to pour from your eyes, you stumbled forward reaching for any type of solace. “I-I-m sorry” you hiccupped through sobs as you profusely apologized for how badly this assignment went. You practically fell into his arms, the warmth radiating off of his body enveloping you. One of his large hands reached up to run his fingers through your disheveled hair. 

“It’s alright, I’m gonna get you fixed up.” His face remained frozen in an unbothered expression; lips stuck in a thin line. If only you could see the shock and hurt in his eyes you would know he cared. Comforting another person was not his forte. Nor was he very good at taking care of another life besides his own… But he knew what it was like to fail, to lose, and to believe there was no coming back from it. Blade did what he assumed any person would do, he took care of you. 

He lifted you from the floor with ease, carrying you bridal style to your destination. The restroom, you desperately needed a bath. You couldn’t process him delicately undressing you or eyes only temporarily lingering on the delicate parts. You could hear the water running and his feet shuffling but the noise in your mind blurred it all. How many times must you relive it before you could have peace?

Blade gently washed the dried blood from your hair. His long fingers running through the knots and lathering them with soap. His moves were far more delicate when he scrubbed the blood from the rest of you, carefully avoiding intimate parts. The water was quickly turning a dark brown, but the smell was graciously covered by jasmine scented body wash. Throughout the entire bath you did not look at him, you did not move. You were still frozen in time, still stuck in that place. 

He adorned your body in the softest silk robe you had ever felt… Definitely out of both of your pay grades. Blade sat you on the edge of the toilet, getting on his knees so he could do his work. It’s important to note he never gets on his knees. He meticulously searched your skin for any wounds, glancing up at you to search for any sign of discomfort. 

He wasn’t a natural healer by nature, but he had his fair share of injuries. Any cut that remained was rubbed with medicinal lotion and wrapped so it wouldn’t get infected. He took his time with each injury, ensuring your comfort above all. It was odd, in all the time he’s known you there was never a situation where you were this quiet. And yet, it was the most comfortable silence of his life. 

There was no way in hell you were going to be able to eat tonight. He knew that the sight of anything edible would probably cause you to empty the rest of your stomach contents on his floor. He opted to immediately take you to bed and pray a good night's rest would fix you… Though he doubted you would be capable of sleeping after that. 

It was surprising, the way he gently laid you down and tucked you in. You were enjoying every second of the attention though you didn’t show it. His presence was fighting against your thoughts and forcing them away. You had a single moment of clarity when he turned to leave. 

“Stay…”

“Please.”

You grasped his wrist, pleading with your eyes. Blade appeared far more shocked than you imagined. This was the most expressive face he’s had since you met. He took a moment to process, to ponder, before he made his choice. “Move over.” 

He slid under the covers next to you, pulling your arms so they wrapped around him, and you were firmly pressed under his chin. His heartbeat, his breath, his warmth, everything about him was lulling you into a sense of ease. You raised your head to admire him just once, carefully gazing at every detail and embedding it into your brain permanently. 

His lips curved slightly, in an almost unnoticeable smirk. Then the other most unexpected thing happened that day… Blade gently pressed a kiss to your temple. His soft lips blessing you with their touch. “You’ll be okay, I got you.” 

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail imagines #blade x you #blade x reader

[thebardisabird]

I wish I had the wherewithal to do long fics…alas, my brain will absolutely not allow the patience for it. If it’s a REALLY well thought out idea then I might be able to flesh it out but I am a lady of fickle heart and a BOATLOAD of requests lol. Anywhosits, I see someone’s digging The Don~ Okay, I’ll bite, Anonym. Enjoy getting ravished by the head of the matsuno mafioso himself & this reader will be gender neutral!  Don!Oso x GN!Reader, Under the Cut! 

It was a passing comment. Something stupid you had said to piss off The Don thinking, because he found you cute, you were able to poke at him every now and then. To your favor, there was very little that did upset Don Osomatsu, he was only all business, no nonsense when he needed to be. Otherwise, you found him to be a very playful man. How unfortunate that you forgot how powerful he was. 

So that’s how you ended up here, face down with your ass in the air, and a very frenzied mafia boss fucking you recklessly from behind. Your hands were bound by Italian silk, though you stopped caring about that thirty minutes ago. Osomatsu gave your ass a sharp smack! “Don’t pass out on me now!” His fingers reached what of your hair he could grab, never slowing his pace. Your head was yanked back with some force, putting your back into a very deep arch. His hips were clapping hard against the cheeks of your ass, stretching and filling your dripping, messy hole down to his balls with each hard thrust. Two orgasms he’d ripped out of you already, every position so far had you panting and screaming with the way his dick massaged your insides…and you were well on your way to a third. “That’s right, giocattolo, tell the Don how good his dick is, ah?” and his hand would connect with your ass once more. The yelps and whines you let out sent blazes of desire straight to Osomatsu’s cock - god, he swore he could fuck you like this for hours. You felt his chest flush on your back, his breath hot on your ear. Gripping your hips tightly Osomatsu growled to you, “This should teach you to watch your fucking mouth next time,” a particularly hard thrust sending shockwaves up your spine, “Still think I can’t keep it up?” “Unghhh no Don Oso, m-mi dispiace, per favoooore,” came your cry, pleasure tormenting your already exhausted body. “Tsk” sounded the suck of his teeth, “I don’t think you’ve fully learned your lesson yet, but fuuuuck are we getting close.” Your tongue lolled out freely and you gasped for air, your face smushed in the linens beneath you. Osomatsu sped up his thrusts, grunts hard pressed into your shoulder while all you could make sense of was being fucked and fucked and fucked until finally you would scream his name for the umpteenth time of the night. “Shit” hissed the kingpin above you, “Haaa yesss, cum around me, oh shiiiit you feel so good.” Erratic were his thrusts in how he took you, profanities flying from his lips and his hips finally stuttering shortly after - filling you completely. You tried desperately to catch your breath, but The Don’s grip did not falter in his hold. No in fact he pressed you close to him still, his rough panting being the loudest sound in the room. A quick hand tilted your chin to face him as best as he could make you. Dark eyes bore into your half lidded gaze, fire and lust burning fiercely in his irises. His voice dipped low, tone heading you one and only one warning, “Speak ill of me again giocattolo, and I’ll fuck you so stupid you won’t remember your own name.” You couldn’t wait to do it again. 

#ososan #osomatsu san #osomatsu #osomatsu matsuno #Don!Osomatsu #don osomatsu #mafiamatsu #mafia au #osomatsu x reader #gender neutral reader #n$fw #nws #multiple rounds #x reader #ososan fanfiction #osomatsu san fanfiction #ososan smut #osomatsu san smut

[cherryxcadbury]

prompt 3 for mason 😍

y/n: your name

WARNING: THIS IS V AWFULLY WRITTEN SORRY

2nd person pov

“Y/N hun, did you get the cake?” Your mother asked on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah yeah I’m pulling into the garage right now.” You mumbled as you parked the car in the garage.

“Great thanks. Also heads up, there’s a guest here so mentally prepare yourself I suppose.” You mum added.

You scoffed, “You act like I’m incapable of talking to other adults.”

“You aren’t.” Your dad blurted into your mom’s phone.

“Hey! What do y—oh forget it. I’m coming through the garage door.” You spoke into the phone, trying to balance the cake while squeezing the phone in between your ear and shoulder.

You inwardly cheered as you managed to make your way from the garage to the kitchen without dropping anything. You were tempted to open the cake a snag a piece before laughter from the family room interrupted your devilish choices.

“Company.” You grumbled, hoping it wasn’t anyone too important.

Your gym set (black leggings, cropped black athletic tank and oversized gray zip up) would have to do.

You leaned against the kitchen wall, hoping to be able to decipher the voice on the other side. But alas, it was not meant to be. Shrugging your shoulders, you strode into the family room until you noticed him.

He stopped in the middle of his laughter once he noticed your presence. A smirk made its way onto his face.

“You fucking son of a bi—” You started before your brother, Leo (not Lio Messi) shushed you.

“Y/N. This is my best friend in London, Mason.” Leo smiled, introducing you to apparently, the man who was his best friend.

You’d never met him before, at least that’s what your family thought. Leo had moved to London a few months prior while you opted to stay in Southampton for studies. Mason was one of the good friends he’d gained during his time in the English capital.

You weren’t stupid. You watched football, avidly at that. You knew Mason Mount. What nobody besides you and Mason knew however, was that you two had met before. It was about three months ago, when you were visiting Leo for the first time.

You’d been on your drive back to Southhampton and were stopped at a service station in Croydon for some snacks. You were sleep deprived and exhausted but needed to get home to finish exam studying. You’d spotted your favourite ever, a terrys chocolate orange. There was only one left. Just as you were about to grab it, that wanker did as well.

And though you’re normally tended to be on the quieter side and non confrontational, that man brought out the worst in you. You both fought over it at the back of the store.

Hence solidifying your hatred of the man.

“Lovely to see you again. Hadn’t seen you since our time in the service station.” The smirk growing wider as he spoke.

He was the one who ended up getting that chocolate orange on that fateful night.

“Yeah we—” You began to speak but saw your family shift uncomfortably at the conversation between the two you.

You opted to bring it up later, and begrudgingly sat down as Leo covered up the awkward silence.

hours later***

You sat at the kitchen island huddled over your laptop, you’d now changed into nightwear. This, in your case, happened to be very similar to your regular clothing. An oversized jumper and athletic shorts.

“And so though it ended in chaos, the ancient civilizations of Greece and Persia will forever hold a history beyond that of their fabled tales.” You whispered to yourself as you typed the sentence on your laptop.

It was a last minute history essay which you’d completely forgot about and had began to bullshit at 2 in the morning.

You sighed in relief, realising you’d be able to go to sleep tonight. You were just about to pack up and head to your room for the night before you heard footsteps approaching you.

Weird. Everyone in your family were heavy sleepers, including you.

Unless it wa-wait. Please no.

You grimaced when you saw a tired Mason rubbing his temples looking like a mess. You snickered at the sight.

It took a bit for his eyes to readjust to the light, having the blink a few times upon seeing you.

“Not asleep yet?” He asked you, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

What kind of person drinks coffee at 2 in the morning?

“Had an essay to finish.” You muttered.

“Oh yeah? What about?” Mason asked.

You gazed at him with sceptisim. You found it odd that something like this would pique his interest.

“I don’t suppose you’d know anything about it.” You scoffed.

A lazy smile made its way onto his face.

“Come on Y/N. I thought we were past this.”

“You may be, but me no. Call me a bitch but I hold my grudges.” You spoke, trying to avoid eye contact.

Mason rolled his eyes and walked back to the guest room. You shrugged your shoulder, happy to be rid of him.

Then however, he appeared again. Your eyes zeroed in at what he was holding in his hands.

“Think fast.” He said, tossing the box at you.

Your hands sprang up and you were satisfied that you managed to catch it. It was a box, a large one at that. Full of several Terry’s Chocolate Oranges.

“Truce?” He offered.

You looked down at the chocolates, then to Mason, then back again.

“Fine.” You obliged.

You noticed the way he was looking at you. He stared at you like you were the only one. It was 2am, you were the only one in the room. You began to feel warm, nervous, and anxious under his gaze. Like he was scrutinising your every move.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You finally mustered up the courage to ask.

“Analysis.” He answered.

“Analysis? Are you good?” You shot him a strange look.

“I’m just trying to figure out why I acted the way I did at the service station.”

“Maybe because your were getting no playing time at Chelsea and you guys were losing every match.” You laughed, before quickly shutting yourself up.

“Sorry too soon.” You apologised.

To your surprised Mason cracked a smile. He then proceeded to walk over to you on the other side of the kitchen island, you swiveled your chair around to face him.

You sat while he stood. You looked up at him, still confused and nervous at what he was doing.

His arms flew to either side of you, basically caging you in.

You gulped nervously for several reasons. One, you obviously wanted him to act on it but you were kind of inexperienced and wouldn’t know what to do if he did. Two, you were in your parents house, they were sleeping just above your heads. Three, he was your brother’s best friend.

“What are you doing?” You questioned, placing emphasis on the what.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked, eyes fixated on you.

“Yes.” You answered immediately.

“The only reason I fought with you so hard was because I thought you were cute. I didnt really know how else to get a girl’s attention.” Mason admitted sheepishly.

“So you’re not usually a dick?” You inquired, a smile playing on your face.

“Usually no. To you, yes. I like our bantering.” He smirked.

“Me too.” You nodded, laughing.

You noticed he started to glance longingly at your lips.

But before you could think or act, you heard movement upstairs, someone shuffling in their room.

“My parents are upstairs.” You thought aloud.

Mason nodded about to speak before you both heard someone coming down the stairs. You acted on instinct, pecked him on the lips then scurried away to your room.

“Call me.” You mouthed, gesturing with your hands, inwardly celebrating when you saw him smile.

Somehow managing to get up to your room and in your bed without whoever was coming down the stairs noticing, a smile was on your face.

You quickly opened up your phone and began to text your two best friends.

Today starts a forbidden romance, just like in the movies. Upon reading your text you quickly deleted the message.

Oh shit. He didn’t have your number.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be just like the movies.

I was not feeling this one at all, was a bit chaotic. hope u enjoyed though <3

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[crimsonfluidessence]

Prompt 26: Last

Content Warning: Mention of beheading, lack of eating

Esredes had been acting strangely since he came into the office later in the morning. The Tribunal had called him for a session in the morning, and while he normally at least greeted his team's coworkers if they were in, he didn't acknowledge them at all. Magdelaine and Alvere had both tried to say hello to him at different points, but he only muttered back a hi and left the room.

Now that he was back to his office, he only relaxed a little in the comfort of it. He took out today's newspaper and instead of setting it on the side of his desk, he threw it directly into the trash, and got to work. And unlike what happened at the Tribunal, he randomly emerged from his office at multiple points to go down and across the hall, telling Heilyn and Ferrant both he appreciated them a lot and what they did for him.

To top it off, when lunch hour came, he didn't re-emerge from his office. This prompted Heilyn to check in on him. He came in and put a half sandwich and bowl of soup on his desk. "Hey." He said. "It's fine if you don't want to come eat in the breakroom, but at least eat while you're doing it. Esredes looked up at Heilyn, then at the food, and winced a little. "I'm feeling a persistent sense of nausea today." He offered. "Can't eat. Not feeling it." Heilyn's look grew concerned. He closed the door to the office and pulled up a chair. "Hey, wanna talk about it? I don't keep up with the news, learn most of it from folks at the workshop chattering away while doing their crafts. Clearly something's got you though and... I can go, we talk, or I can just stay and keep you company so you're not alone. Take your pick." "Mmm." Esredes said, finally sighing. "So you didn't read the newspaper." Heilyn shook his head. "Nah, fell out of the practice in Ul'dah. Too depressing in a city of greedy money-lovers as a low-income house. Learned what I needed to about local events in the market, and little Ala always brought home the good stories." Usually Esredes skimmed through the newspaper, but today, front and center as the headliner, they had elected to print about a recent execution. An infamous and highly wanted for years criminal had finally met his end by the sword, and the paper discussed how joyous of an occasion it was, and how the streets were now safer. "My appetite went away." He said. "Can't eat. Waiting for it to come back. When it does, I'll eat." Heilyn's ear twitched. There was silence for a moment. "Hey, if you need to miss the party this evening, that's okay. Just know that you are supported. No matter what happened, I'm going to have your back. Just make sure you are taking care of yourself, alright?" "The...? Oh gods. I forgot about the party." Fuck. "No, no, I'm not skipping it or anything. I just won't eat."

The building's custodian was retiring, and Ferrant arranged for a going away party near the end of the workday. Esredes wouldn't miss it for anything- keeping two rooms clean for him, especially the blue room, was not an easy task, and he was forever grateful for it. So when four rolled around, he stopped working and joined his coworkers in the break room. There was cake, and he still didn't touch it, but he smiled and put on an upbeat demeanor, continuing his thankful and appreciative words from earlier with everyone else as they thanked a beloved employee for his work and wished him well in retirement.

When the workday ended, Esredes didn't immediately have plans. Usually that was a blessing for him to go home, but he didn't want to, not today. Instead, he immediately linkpearled around his friends, taking care to avoid anyone who was in any way part of the military before the war ended, to see who was available to go out as he changed out of his work clothes in the bathroom. While putting his work clothes back in his bag, he came across his badge for the Sky Vigil, which was always on him somewhere just in case Temple Knights tried to stop him. More specifically, he came across the back of it, which listed if he could donate blood and his next of kin, Seraphiaux Rosemond. And then he covered it with his work shirt.

Fortunately for himself, several friends responded to his call and agreed to come with him to one of those Empyreum startup bars. At the bar, the same question came up when others ordered food with their drinks and he didn't: are you going to have anything, Esredes? But he shook his head and said he wasn't hungry. His appetite might just rival his neck for the most fragile part of his body. Like he had done with his coworkers earlier, he told all of his friends who came he appreciated them. Some of them found it a little odd, others hugged him or squeed his name in joy in response. The night went on and on as the group chattered, about everything going on in their lives. Weddings, getting engaged, new job or life opportunities, children for the couple people in the group who had them, and what they were doing for Valentione's Day. He came in and out of the conversation, but it seemed the group noticed he was off. They kept asking his opinion on things, they turned the conversation to him on multiple points, they teased him in good faith and he retaliated with even more teasing. By the end of the outing, he had managed to steal a few pieces of an appetizer that no one stopped him from taking.

It was late when he said goodbye and went home. Esredes did some brief candlelight reading in bed, then drew the covers over himself. As he'd calculated, he was tired enough to pass out without thinking too much, and for a small mercy, he didn't have nightmares. In the morning, he would wake up, and send a silent thank you- to what he didn't know, but he did- as he rose and got ready for work. Some days were harder than others to get out of bed, but today he felt exceptionally light. He didn't linger in bed at all, instead springing right up. Today was a new day, and he'd rise to face it for whatever it was.

#in action #writing #ffxivwrite2023 #heilyn #magdelaine #alvere #ferrant #alastor

[fitrahgolden]

Something That Digs at Us: 6 - At least we dig each other

[NOTE: I was supposed to be working on my kid’s costume for DragonCon. I wrote this instead.]

“It’s not too late for you to come with me, Kit.”

Anthony leaned back against Kate’s headboard. She sat in his lap, her arms and legs wrapped around him, her face buried in his neck as he held her.

“Liar. Your flight leaves in two hours. You should probably go.”

Anthony had a conference in Glasgow that would keep him away from home–from Kate–for a few nights, but, from the way they were acting, one would think it was at least a few months. Anthony couldn’t find it in him to be embarrassed. The past six weeks had felt like the best kind of dream. Honeymoon phase, rose coloured glasses, and all that, he supposed incredulously. That framing just didn’t feel true. For now, he didn’t care. Whatever it was that made being with Kate the best thing he currently had going for him, he wouldn’t question it.

“Mmm, no, I don’t think I need to leave just yet.” He kissed her temple. “Unless you're kicking me out?”

“Wouldn’t want to keep Cressida waiting,” Kate mumbled into his neck.

Anthony rolled his eyes. Cressida was also attending the conference and had been all too eager to book their flight, having already done it–and expensed their plane tickets and hotel rooms to their department–before Anthony could insist on making his own travel arrangements. Gasping dramatically, Anthony whispered, “Kathani Kaveri Sharma, are you jealous?”

Kate bit him. “No.”

“Now who’s lying?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“You’re a child.”

Anthony smiled before softly imploring, “Kit, look at me.” He cradled Kate’s head in his hands as she straightened up to meet his eyes, which she seemed to have trouble doing. Anthony forgot what he was planning to say and pulled her in for a kiss instead. It was a soft meeting of their lips, meant to comfort her, comfort the both of them. However, when Kate started to pull away with a sigh, Anthony pulled her right back to him, this time with more pressure, more urgency. Soon, he was snaking an arm under her tank top, up her back, pressing her into him.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish, Professor.”

“But surely I’m free to start something you can finish?” Anthony asked as his other hand found its way into her shorts. “It would make the car ride to the airport so much nicer, I imagine,” he breathed into her ear. “The thought of you here, lying in bed, wishing your hands were mine.”

Kate managed a choked laugh before responding, “I’ll be doing that anyway.”

“Fuck. Just come with me.”

“Even if there was time, I couldn’t. We talked about this.”

“Yeah.” Anthony slowed his movements to a stop as he exhaled.

“Go on, Anthony. It’s OK.”

At various stages of getting dressed and out of Kate’s flat, Anthony made several more attempts to risk being late for his flight. But, alas, he–and Cressida–boarded on time.

—

Me: Can I pick you up from Heathrow?

Prof DB: I would love that, but it’s late, Kit.

Me: I don’t mind. I’m up.

Prof DB: Then I definitely don’t mind, either. See you soon.

Me: Tell Cressida I said to have a safe flight.

Prof DB: Yeah, I’ll get right on that.

Me: Please see that you do.

—

“Want to share a taxi?” Cressida sidled up to Anthony after they disembarked from the plane.

“Thank you, but no. My girlfriend is picking me up.”

‘You– You’re what?”

Anthony ducked his head in an attempt to hide his smile when Cressida literally stopped in her tracks. He took a few more steps, seizing the opportunity to put some space between them, before looking back at her. “Girlfriend, Cressida.”

“Oh. Um, when did… That is, how long–”

“Ah, speaking of!” Anthony lengthened his strides when he saw Kate. As he reached her, he pulled her into his side and kissed her cheek. He wanted to do so much more, and he hoped the tone of his voice communicated as much when he whispered, “Hey.”

“Hi.” Kate looked like she was going to say more but Anthony caught the shift in her eyes when she looked past him. Right. Cressida.

“And who is this?” Cressida’s question was directed at Anthony.

“This,” Kate intoned, “is Kate Sharma.” She held her hand out to Cressida, who was a little slow to take it, as if she wasn’t sure Kate was real.

“Cressida Cowper.”

“Cressida, a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise. May I ask how you two met?” Cressida’s smile was bright and artificial as she turned her attention back to Anthony.

Anthony opened his mouth to respond but Kate beat him to it. “Oh, there isn’t much of a story, I’m afraid, but perhaps another time. It’s quite late.”

Anthony couldn’t stop his huff of a laugh.

Cressida faltered a bit before nodding, “Right, well, Good night, Anthony. Kate, was it?”

“Yes, it was–and still is, in fact. Have a lovely evening.” Kate stirred Anthony away and they walked for a bit in silence before Anthony felt there was enough distance to laugh outright and growl into Kate’s ear.

“Clearly not jealous at all. Is this why you wanted to pick me up?”

“Shut up, Anthony.”

—

Kate noticed that Anthony was rather quiet in the car and, considering the hour, followed his lead and the ride home was more or less silent.

As they walked down the hall, Kate wrapped an arm around Anthony's waist and asked, "Which one?"

"Is mine alright?"

"Of course. I just need to check on Newton. I'll be right there."

After confirming Newton was asleep for the night, Kate meandered across the hall.

She found Anthony in his kitchen, gulping down a tall glass of water.

"Want to go to bed?"

Anthony smiled lazily. "In a manner of speaking. Come here."

He leaned back against the counter and pulled Kate to him.

Kate laughed softly some minutes later, when their positions and state of dress had not changed, despite how determined Anthony seemed. “At risk of hurting your pride, this is the slowest seduction ever.” She cradled his face in her hands before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Let’s just go to sleep, Professor.”

Anthony groaned weakly. “No, Kit. I’m meant to be ravishing you as if we are two lovers who have been reunited after a lifetime of being kept apart by the fates.”

“Is that right? Well, there will be plenty of time for ravishing after you get some sleep.” Kate knew she’d made the right call when Anthony didn’t protest again as he wordlessly let himself be led to his bedroom.

—

Anthony slowly blinked his eyes open and immediately regretted it. His head was pounding and his mouth was dry. He groaned and buried his head into Kate’s hair, squeezing her tightly.

“I’m gonna go get you an aspirin.” Kate started to shift underneath Anthony, but he held her in place.

“No, stay.”

“Anthony, you’re sick.”

“Just stay here, Kit.”

Kate sighed and ran her fingers through Anthony’s hair. He’d thought that settled it, but then she said, ”I need to get up soon anyway for Newton.”

Anthony groaned. “OK. Let’s go.”

“Let’s? Don’t be silly. Stay right here, just let me up.”

Anthony barely heard her as he was drifting off to sleep again, vaguely aware of Kate moving from beneath him.

—

The next thing Anthony knew, he was waking up again, alone. Aspirin and a glass of water were on his night stand. He slowly sat up and took the medicine. He noticed sounds coming from his kitchen.

“Kit?” he whispered to himself.

Anthony slowly got out of bed and padded into the living room. Sure enough, Kate was quietly singing to herself as she tended to something on the stove. Something that smelled amazing. Her back was to him and she seemed startled as she turned around when he came closer.

“Oh! Hey.” Newton was sitting at her feet.

“Hi,” Anthony rasped. He kissed her hair as she turned her attention back to the stove. “What’s for breakfast?”

Kate chuckled. “It’s almost one.”

“Christ, are you serious?”

“Yes. Told you you were sick. But, to answer your question, I’m making you some lemon and dill soup for lunch.”

Anthony was quiet for a moment before his eyes widened. “Wait. Aren’t you meant to be at work?”

Kate shrugged. “I took a sick day.”

“For me?”

“For you.”

Anthony felt warm, and he reckoned it wasn’t from any illness. “Kit, you didn’t need to do that.”

“I wanted to. Go lie on the couch. This is almost done.”

“I don’t need to lie down. I just got up.”

Kate looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

Anthony immediately allowed his bluff to be called. “I desperately want to lie back down,” he moaned pitifully.

“Go,” she whispered over his lips before she kissed him.

Anthony dutifully settled against an arm of his couch and watched enraptured as Kate put lunch together. Despite feeling more ill than he would like to admit, the image of Kate happily bustling around his flat with such familiarity made him feel good in a way he couldn’t find the words to articulate.

“What are you smiling about?” Kate approached with two large steamy mugs.

“Nothing,” Anthony lied, taking one of the mugs as he sat up.

“That’s not true, but I’ll let you keep your secrets.”

Anthony took a sip of soup and groaned. “Mmm, thank you.”

“Of course.”

They sat in silence, their legs intertwined as they sat opposite each other on the couch, drinking their soup. After putting the empty mugs in the sink. Kate came back to the living with a blanket to cover Anthony up. She knelt next to him as she tucked him in. He took the opportunity to cup her cheek and kiss her.

Anthony took a deep breath. “Kit–”

“Oh, hold that thought. I have something for you.”

Kate got up and rushed into Anthony’s bedroom. She reemerged with one hand behind her back and an adorably mischievous look on her face.

“I meant to give this to you last night, but you were of unsound mind and body. So,” she sat on the floor next to him. “I appreciate how considerate you’ve been about always giving me the details every time you make plans. But I know you like surprises–”

Anthony started to shake his head. “It’s not a big deal, Kit.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t want to completely take that away from you. So, I present…” Kate revealed a small deck of cards from behind her back with a flourish. “...a compromise.”

Anthony took the cards and read the back of one, The Grand Adventures of Professor Death Blade and Kit. He laughed as he ran his hand over the floral design debossed into the thick card stock. “What’s this?”

“I thought of as many date ideas as I could, leaving as much room for Anthony customization as possible. Feel free to keep our plans to yourself if they are based on one of these.”

Anthony smiled down at the cards. He didn’t realise he had been silent for a while until he looked up and saw that Kate’s smile had dropped, though she tried to keep her expression neutral.

“Um, does this help at all? Maybe it’s a bit of a silly idea.”

“No, no.” Anthony reached out and stroked her hair. “This is lovely, Kit. Now, I’m armed and dangerous.”

Kate's smile returned. “Good,” she whispered.

They held each other’s gazes for a few moments before Kate spoke again.

“You were going to say something earlier.”

“Hmm?”

“Before I gave you the cards.”

“Ah, right.” Anthony settled deeper into the couch and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. "I'm falling in love with you, Kit."

"Oh,” Kate sighed. She looked down for a moment before meeting Anthony’s eyes again. “I know the feeling."

Anthony released the breath he’d been holding. "And what kind of feeling is that?"

"Well," Kate danced a hand into his hair. "Love." She leaned down, resting their heads together as she continued in the most delicate of whispers. "I'm falling in love with you, too."

#bridgerton #anthony x kate #kate and anthony #kate bridgerton #kate x anthony #kanthony #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony and kate #anthony bridgerton #lady bridgerton #lord bridgerton #bridgerton au #neighbors au #anxiety #mental health #mental illness #something that digs at us au #something that digs at us #kanthony fic #kanthony fanfic #kathony fanfic #kathani sharma #kathony #kathony fic #kathani bridgerton

[puddlejumper38]

The Lost Metal notes

I like to keep notes while I'm reading Branderson books, mostly its just me yelling about things. With so many spoilers. Also its a long post and possibly not coherent...

I read the pre-released chapters, so this starts round abouts chapter 19. Again this is just all spoilers. -Trell = Autonomy was actually a spoiler I'd seen. But it makes sense what with Bleeder/Paalm/Lessie shouting about freedom every 5 sec - Return of Duralumin, fantastic: genuinely fantastic, not sarcasm. I like it, it fucks shit up in predictable but dramatic ways. BOOM super allomancy. - of course the evil guys have it, but oh well. - AHHHHHHHHHHH - Death himself !!! - It is MARSH :D - This is earlier than expected - Ah. - Of course Branderson has nerfed him. I knew it. I knew it. He's too powerful otherwise. GOd fucking damn it. - 'its difficult to compound with hemalurgy' says Marsh, compounding with hemalurgy. Well, he'd know I guess. - Listen. Branderson. If you kill Marsh for the third (3rd) time. We will have to have a talk. It won't be polite. - God fucking damn it part 2: we are now losing both Marsh AND VenDell in the same breath. Really? - (just give him atium sazed. hey sazed. give him the atium) - I have more comments but this is supposed to be for the Whole Book..... and I need room left in case Marsh comes back (joking, joking) - I'm fine. - (He still swears using the Lord Ruler's name. Marsh, I love you) - I feel like Moonlight might be Shai, but I'm not sure. I could be missing something really obvious. - I Sincerely hope that the 'three left of the crew' is SAZED, Kelsier and Marsh. I don't like Spook "lets kill the old people with Hemalurgy" Lestibournes. But he did live to be over 100. - Sazed is going to be Discord by the end of this book, isn't he? - To save the world. And everyone's pissed off with his inaction. - 'He will be Discord and they will love him' or similar from HoA has stuck with me. I am waiting. Sooooon. - Damn I forgot I did not like the Ghostbloods. They all have their noses in the air, and not in a fun way like VenDell - Its TenSoon!! Hello there!! - Yeah I figured the set were framing the Senators. - Okaaaay, that thing with the Bands is concerning. What Were They Used For? - Ah yes, Shai. - What was even the point of the Ghostbloods here. They didn't do anything. -Oh Wax just used Hemalurgy. I'm sure of it. Duralumin spike. Don't like that. -Yup. As much as I like Duralumin.... just. Hemalurgy. Y'know? Don't fucking spike yourself. I don't even like the earrings. - They Have Lerasium So Where Is The Atium? How Much Is A Small Amount Anyway? - I'm gearing up to get cranky. I'll put it on hold for now. - Alas, I did not like Wayne and don't care about this development. - I'm so glad Marasi didn't join the Ghostbloods. It suits her better. Its the secrets thing, and I'm glad that was her reason. - Well. At least Sazed said. Not like last time, when it was left a mystery like Branderson had forgotten to mention him. (I don't have to get cranky) - OH! He's baaack. - Hey Marsh what the fuck did that mean? - Hm. So why can he walk around in broad daylight and not get noticed? Would love to find out sometime. - Wax is a mistborn. Does this mean we'll see him again? That epilogue implied we won't. - And, finally, unfortunately Sazed is not Discord. Yet. I'm waiting....

#mistborn #the lost metal #the lost metal spoilers #mistborn spoilers #tlm spoilers

[saintlike78]

How about a fred weasley x reader smut with cokwarming. LOVE you writting

Keep me warm [F.W]

A/N: We love a soft Freddie with some cockwarming, thank you so much for the request!

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: NSFW 16+! Vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slight overstimulation, oral (male receiving), praise, mention of food, fluff. As always lmk if I missed anything.

“Come here, baby,” Fred’s soft voice accompanied by a bend of his pointer finger beckoned you towards him.

You had been standing in the doorway, watching as Fred worked away at bills and paperwork from the shop. He had been going at it for hours and to say that you missed him was an understatement. You had eaten dinner by yourself, watched some muggle television, hugging Fred’s shirt close to your body to get the smallest form of comfort without him present.

But you had decided that if you were quiet enough you could keep him company while he worked and then drag him up to the apartment to ‘keep you company.'

“I promise I’ll be quiet; I just want to be with you,” your voice was small as your feet had placed your body in front of his seated form.

He had turned his chair and spread his legs for you to get in between, his hand instantly finding placement on your hips.

“Aww did you miss me, darling?” He cooed, hands squeezing your hips slightly.

Your own hands had found a place on his face, holding his jaw and scratching subconsciously, causing Fred’s heart to flutter, leaning further into your touch.

“I just hate being up in the apartment when I know you’re here overworking yourself.”

He was almost convinced that your actions were innocent, and you really only wanted to keep him company... that was until he lifted your (his) shirt that reached your mid-thigh, only to be met by your bare cunt. His face went from soft to surprise and lastly, a sly smirk lit up his entire being.

“Is it me you miss or my cock, my needy girl, hmm?” His grin reached from ear to ear as he kept lifting the shirt.

A needy whine left your throat unintentionally causing Fred to chuckle.

“Guess that answered it,” he winked.

“I’m sorry, I know you’re busy... can I wait here with you until you’re finished?” you asked hopefully, still caressing his jaw and cheek with your thumb.

“I’ll do you one better... why don’t you sit here and keep me warm,” he patted his lap, the grin never leaving his face.

You were about to sit when your hips were held in place by Fred’s large hands.

“Since you forgot to wear panties, I don’t want that pretty little cunt of yours to freeze,” he said, reaching a hand down to free his semi-hard cock from the restraints of his trousers, your mouth watering at the sight.

“There... c’mere,” he said as he guided your hips forward.

You crawled onto his lap your thighs spread to straddle his cock. He spat into his hand and pumped himself a couple of times, but not quite satisfied by the wetness; he reached two fingers outrunning them through your soaked folds prompting a small breathy moan to leave your lips. He gathered your arousal on his fingers and spread it on his cock mixing it with his own pre-cum, pumping a few extra times before helping you sink down on him.

His cock stretched you out perfectly, your walls pulsing around him as you adjusted, prompting a small gasp to escape your lips.

Once you were fully sat on him, wiggling around a little to get the most comfortable, your arms found their way around his neck, and you leaned in to press a slow and loving kiss to his beautiful lips. He didn’t hesitate to return the kiss, a small make-out session ensuing, small breathy whimpers leaving your lips every time he moved, the tip of his cock brushing that sweet spot inside of you.

Not long after, he disconnected your lips causing you to whine and pout your lips at him, to which he chuckled.

“I know, my beautiful girl, but the sooner I’m done with work the sooner I can fuck you on this desk,” he grinned and winked, leaning in to kiss your forehead when your pout turned into a small smile, cheeks turning pink from the blush that had formed because of his lewd speech.

You leaned your body forward, chest to chest, your face was hidden in the crook of his neck, your arms holding him tightly against you as he scooted his chair back into place and the sound of the scribbling quill filled the room.

The minutes passed by slowly, much slower than usual, you had concluded. Your walls were pulsing around him, your clit aching to be touched, your body was screaming for you to move, but alas you had to wait. Yet there was something so calming, and fulfilling being connected to Fred in this way, both of you quietly listening to each other’s breathing and just enjoying being with one another in a lovingly intimate way. The quill was working double time, you could tell he was writing much faster than normal, trying to be as quick as possible for you.

He was slowly, mindlessly, stroking up and down the expanse of your back, sometimes settling his hand purposely on your ass, but playing it off as innocent by going right back to stroking your back.

An eternity passed, but your patience was rewarded by the sound of Fred’s quill dropping and the subtle movement of his chair slotting out from being placed right in front of his desk.

He guided your face out, his thumb stroking your cheek and leaning into to kiss you once more.

“You did so good, sat so still… I think you deserve a reward, don’t you, baby?”

You just whimpered and nodded a small ‘please’ leaving your lips as you looked at him with huge pleading eyes. Fred just smiled and reached a hand between the two of you, finding your clit and rubbing slow circles on it, your arousal leaking between the two of you. You moaned at the sensation, his hips still not moving, only his finger worked on your cunt, but already you could feel a small knot forming, your orgasm already approaching. Your cunt squeezing around Fred, his fingers picking up speed bringing you closer to your much-needed release.

“You gonna cum, darling?” Fred asked even though he already knew the answer, your body giving away everything.

“Mhmm… please,” was all you could muster to say between a long moan.

“Go ahead, cum all over my cock.”

With Fred’s permission and encouragement, your body complied, and your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, your cunt pulsing with your release. Your breath hitched, you gasped and whimpered as Fred helped you through your orgasm.

“Good girl,” he purred and retracted his fingers.

You didn’t have time to completely fathom what was going on before Fred had lifted himself from the chair and placed you on his desk, his cock never leaving your sensitive cunt. He started thrusting causing a surprised pleasurable moan to fall from your lips. His hands were holding your waist, keeping you in place as he rutted his hips into yours. Leaning forward he captured your lips in his, soaking up all of your small whimpers and whines, reveling in the fact that only he got to see you like this, only he got to experience your neediness because he was the only one, you’d ever be needy for.

You yelped and jumped a little when you felt Fred’s finger back on your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub to bring you to another release. You grabbed onto Fred’s wrist to keep you steady as you bucked your hips to meet his hard thrusts.

“Come on, I know you’ve got another in you,” Fred said, rubbing faster on your clit when he once more felt you tighten around him.

“Freddie… feels so good, gonna cum,” you babbled into his mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I know, my pretty baby, cum for me.”

You did as you were told, not that you could have chosen otherwise, your orgasm much more powerful than the last, your entire body shaking and hips bucking with the force of the release. Fred’s name fell from your lips accompanied by shaky, stuttering, moans.

“So pretty,” he captured your lips in an opened mouth kiss, his hips still snapping forward chasing his own release.

“Fred-die, can I-I suck yo-ur cock, ple-ase,” you pleaded between gasps.

Fred smiled a cocky smile, but nodded, “of course, my love.”

He pulled out and stepped back, stepping out of his trousers that had pooled around his ankles. You shakily got on your feet, Fred’s arms catching you when you nearly toppled over. His arms held you and helped you to your knees in front of him, his red hard cock level with your face. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, creating a make-shift ponytail as his other hand caressed your cheek slowly.

You reached a hand up to grab his cock, fisting a couple of times before letting your jaw go slack and leading his length into your warm waiting mouth. You used your tongue to add pressure as you guided his cock further down your throat, not letting your gag reflex surface as it hit the back of your throat. Using your hand to pump and twist at the base, where your mouth didn’t reach, you felt him twitch. You bobbed your head a couple of times, his moans and grunts spurring you on, loving the sounds.

You retreated your mouth a little and suckled on his tip, your tongue running over the sensitive slit causing a shiver to run through Fred and a stuttered moan to leave his lips.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum right down that beautiful throat,” he moaned, interrupted by a grunt.

Hearing this you took him as far down your throat as you could, prodding a gag to erupt.

“Oh god,” Fred moaned as he came down your throat, the salty liquid gliding into your waiting mouth. You swallowed around him the best you could with his cock still in your mouth, another gag leaving your throat.

He slowly pulled out and hooked his arms under yours as he hoisted you up to stand before him.

“My good girl,” he said as he lifted you to carry you. Your legs wrapped around his hips, holding onto him like a koala as your lips found his again.

“Thank you, Freddie,” you said between kisses, “can we take a bath together,” you asked, looking at him with the best puppy eyes you could muster.

“Of course, we can, baby, and then we can cuddle and watch that muggle movie we talked about the other day.”

You smiled with glee, hugging him close to you as he carried you up the stairs to the apartment.

“Oh, my Gods! Give a warning next time!” George yelled and covered his eyes as Fred carried you through to your room, both of you naked from the waist down.

Fred laughed loudly, you just buried your face into his neck, your face red with embarrassment. “Sorry, Georgie, we forgot.”

“You better clean the office up before I have to work in there tomorrow,” George said sternly before retreating back to his room, bumping into the doorframe because of his covered eyes.

You giggled, “you’re stupid.”

“But you love me anyway,” Fred smirked and kissed the side of your head.

“Yes, I really do.”

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[ukai-simp-services]

your hq s/o walking in on you masturbating

includes: kenma, oikawa, ukai, kuroo

warnings: heavy smut, cursing, nsfw; degrading, praising, edging, teasing.

a/n: god this took so long for me to write, i hope y’all enjoy. i worked very hard on each character so be sure to read em all ;)

(female character descriptions)

kenma kozume

  you sat with your legs criss-crossed on the plush comforter of your bed - your shared bed with your boyfriend. kenma was rarely ever away from you, his job required him to sit at home by his desk most days, trying out different video game graphics, typing up notes or ideas after trying said game. It wasn’t very often that his company called him in for a meeting, maybe once every few weeks. 

  alas, you still found yourself sitting here, alone on your giant bed, wondering what you’d do with your time. you came home, hours prior, yearning for your comfortable bed after a long day at work. and you certainly relished in those desires, taking a much-needed nap for a couple of hours. but now here you were, brightly awake, with an unusual warmth of desire in your stomach. you were unsure where the urge came from, considering your boyfriend wasn’t even home to tempt you. but it was still there, and it needed to be satiated. 

  so you began your mission, it had been quite a number of months since you last masturbated on your own. your lovely kenma was always by your side, always there to feed your cravings, masturbation wasn’t even a thought when you knew he was just a room away from you. you almost forgot your usual routine when it came to “doing the deed”. 

  first, you slipped out of your leggings, feeling the cold, but soft comforter tickle your bare legs. then, you snaked your hand up your stomach to your breast, fondling it as best as you could. funny, it didn't feel nearly as rewarding as it did when kenma did it. lastly, you picked up your phone from its spot next to you and began your search.

  you searched a reliable porn site you used to use all the time, quickly finding a video that you knew would get you off quickly. you chewed your bottom lip as the video started, excitement building up from the depths of your core. as the video continued, you snuck your free hand down your stomach to your panties. hesitantly, you creeped your fingers under the elastic band of the soft cotton material and reached slowly for your folds. you gasped at your wetness, it was nothing remarkable, just a little surprising considering how quick you made this decision. you began stroking your clit, slowly to start, while still keeping your eyes on your screen. as the video continued on, you quickened the pace of your rubbing, swirling your juices around your clit with your two fingers. you didn’t realize how focused you were on your phone screen, till the sound of your bedroom door creaking open snapped you out of your daze. 

  yellow, cat-like eyes peered at your disheveled state in both shock and curiosity. you opened your mouth to say something, but was only able to let out a struggled mewl. his gaze was locked to your body, taking in your entire form, focused mainly on the hand buried in your panties, taking note of how your hand continued its motions, slowly. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. 

  a loud, choked moan vibrated from the phone in your hand, snapping both you and kenma out of your trance. 

  “I-i...” you scrambled for words as you quickly shut off the video and began retracting your hand from your panties.

  kenma dashed towards you, animal-like instincts, and snatched your wrist in his grip, slowly putting your hand back in the spot it was formerly in. 

  “continue.” he said, voice laced with the deep desire you so fortunately get to see in him often. his gaze remained down at your body, instead of looking you in the eye. you simply nodded your head and continued your movements again. taking you by surprise yet again, kenma lifted your phone from your other hand and clicked play on the video again for you.

  your cheeks burned in embarrassment, but soon your whole body was flushed from the euphoric feeling rising in your stomach. kenma held your phone up with one hand, watching you masturbate to whatever the hell was on there. he then took his other hand and pulled the cotton material covering your sex to the side, watching your glistening fingers work magic into your clit. 

  he decided he should help out a little bit, so he poked his warm, firm tongue out of his mouth and penetrated your cunt with it. you gasped at the contact, not expecting it since your eyes were trained on the screen. your movements became spastic as the twisting and curving of his tongue played with your insides wondrously. your body convulsed around his muscle, thighs squeezing and enclosing his head. the video you were watching was quick to end, but you couldn't care as you tossed your phone to the side and grabbed a handful of your boyfriend’s hair. 

  kenma’s assault on your cunt only became more intense as he felt you reaching your orgasm, walls pulsing around his tongue. you moaned in approval of his actions, bucking your hips for the friction of his nose against your clit. your high came shortly after, leaving you grasping kenma’s hair for dear life.

  your chest rose and fell rapidly, waiting for your breathing to normalize again before you spoke. kenma plopped next to you on your bed, automatically snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

“never leave home ever again.” you breathed out, a smile starting to form on your lips.

he simply just chuckled and said, “sounds like a deal to me.”

oikawa tooru 

  oikawa constantly had you on your toes, always watching and waiting for something to happen. with this, also came teasing, he was a huge flirt in general, everyone knew that, but when it came to you it was in every way worse. 

  you stared down at your phone, more specifically, at the text your boyfriend had sent you. 

pretty, but you’d look prettier with the dress off and your legs spread for me <3

  for context, you had went shopping earlier and sent a picture to oikawa of the new dress you were contemplating buying. of course, he was no help in your decision and only used the photo to helplessly fluster you. you sighed to yourself, guess it couldn't be helped.

  but you hated to admit that the text hit you with a swarm of butterflies in the very pit of your stomach -  you couldn't help but imagine your boyfriend in between your thighs, pulling the tight dress up your hips rather slow. 

  of course you had bought it, how could you not after reading that text.

  part of you wanted to surprise him in it, let him come home to you laying in your bed with the dress tightly clung to you and a pair of matching high heels strapped on. unfortunately, reality reminded you that tooru would be practicing ‘til late tonight and you knew that all he would want is a warm bed to crash on, barely even making it to the shower. 

  so instead of bothering your already over-worked boyfriend, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

  finishing your dinner alone at around 7pm, you cleaned yourself up and headed for the bedroom. you crawled across the smooth duvet cover on your bed, cold material rubbing against your bare legs. you situated yourself against two plush pillows, propping your torso up while parting your legs. 

  you pondered for a moment what you should do, it wasn’t an odd occurrence for you to be pleasuring yourself; tooru was out quite frequently because of his busy schedule. your confliction was caused by the fact that you simply wanted tooru, nothing else. 

  even so, you continued your actions; sliding your soft cotton shorts down your smooth and long legs. once situated, you grabbed your phone and searched for something hot to get you off. because you were feeling so touched starved, videos simply wouldn't do it for you today. you needed something more intimate; like the sound of a man’s voice in your ears, coaxing you to your orgasm, directing you to play with yourself how he wanted. 

  yeah, that would do it.

  so you went to your very reliable (totally not reddit or anything) website and searched for something you knew you would like. a seemingly promising result caught your eye, and you proceeded to plug in your earbuds and adjust the volume of the video. you leaned back further into the pillows, trying to get comfortable enough to relax. 

  the video began and you couldn’t help but feel awkward, yeah the man’s voice was hot as hell - deep and seductive too, but something about it didn't feel right considering you had a boyfriend, with a much nicer voice.  

  oh fuck it, you thought.

  there was no secret rule against this, it was basically the same as porn, only it felt nicer because the plot was directed towards you and your orgasm. you felt more at ease with yourself - and with the video. the voice playing was smooth and relaxing. 

  you slowly began to move your fingers as instructed - or should I say demanded, whilst also bringing your left hand up to palm your breast through the thin material of your shirt. you were now working both your clit and your breasts, the feeling of warmth beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach. 

  the voice commanded you to begin fingering yourself - in his words; to “bury your fingers deep in that little cunt of yours”, and who were you to disobey? 

  you did exactly as instructed, indulging your fingers deep - well, as deep as they could go - inside the warmth of your core. you received praises from the man, calling you names of which you most certainly enjoyed. this encouraged you pump yourself faster, all while your left hand toyed with your breast through your shirt. surprisingly, your hands made a dream team, you hadn't felt this amazing masturbating in so long. it was like the voice in your ears was real and the hands on your body weren't your own, but someone else’s. 

  what you failed to realize was, down the hallway from your bedroom, your boyfriend was putting his bags down on the kitchen table and approaching your room - where he heard your soft moans coming from. 

  tooru wandered over to your bedroom, both curious and confused. the way you were moaning, he wondered if he’d find another man on top of you. he decided to bite back his nerves and enter the room quietly, inching the door open with caution. his head poked through the small gap of the doorway that was now exposed, peering over at your writhing body to see that you were in fact alone. oikawa let out a small sigh of relief at this, but then noticed that you were still unaware of his presence and that your ears occupied a set of wireless earbuds. the man smirked to himself, now somewhat aware of what you were doing. 

  he cleared his throat obnoxiously, immediately turning your attention over to him and releasing the breast in your hand almost shamefully. you opened your mouth to say something, but tooru quickly cut you off.

  “my my, what do we have here?” his voice was low and taunting as he took slow strides over to your bed.

  “tooru, i was just-”

  “playing with yourself, my dear?” he chuckled and took a seat next to you on the bed, “that much i can see for myself. just to what would that be, is the question.”

  your face burned in embarrassment and regret, knowing he would manage to squeeze the answer out of you.

  “you- you weren’t home, and i...needed something...”, your voice trailed off as you glanced down at your phone, the audio was paused, but not for long. 

  oikawa seemed to have caught on to your implications and in one swift movement, snatched both your phone and your right earbud from your possession.

  “tooru, please-” 

  your boyfriend made a tsk tsk noise with his tongue, “nuh uh, what makes you think you get to enjoy this alone? honestly, it looks to me like you’re having a lot of fun-” he gestured to your hand which was deeply buried in your panties, “-and i wanna join in on the fun too.” his voice was low and laced with seduction now, his eyes dark and taunting as his face was merely inches away from yours. 

  your chest heaved with heavy contractions, stomach full of butterflies and warmth. you could barely muster out a word, so you stuck with a brisk nod. tooru smirked and plugged the earbud in at your approval, then clicked the audio back on.

  the audio was halfway finished, so the man’s instructions were even more intense than you wanted oikawa to hear. 

  “that’s right you little slut, be a good girl and keep fucking that little cunt for me, yeah?”

  your eyes widened in embarrassment, quickly scanning tooru’s face for any sign of laughter. what shocked you more was the dark expression on his face now, hidden with a deadly smirk on his lips.

  “c’mon baby, do what he’s telling you to do.”

  “good girl, that my good little slut.”

  the mix of the voices overstimulated your senses, your embarrassment soon turned into a wicked desire. you began pumping yourself harder, hand coming back up to grope you breast. your eyes closed shut and your moans began escalating again.  

  you weren’t sure what you boyfriend was planning on doing next, but you felt the pressure of the bed go down as he switched spots from next to you to in between your legs.

  the audio kept encouraging you to pump faster, enticing more moans to spill from your lips. the feeling of a warm, moist tongue pressing against your clit made your eyes shoot open and your head jerk up to see tooru with his head in between your thighs.

  “what? am I not allowed to help?” he quizzed you with a tone laced with teasing.

  you let your head fall back onto the pillow as oikawa took his time lapping at your clit. your fingering stuttered, but never ceased as the voice of a man and the tongue of your man continued to pleasure you. the audio was nearing an end and you felt yourself also nearing an orgasm. oikawa pushed your hand so your fingers went even deeper than they already were, this earned a whimpering gasp from you. you looked down at your partner to see his eyes were locked with yours, tongue poking out to lick at your swollen clit. you felt your walls clenching around your fingers at the sight, voice in your ear aiding in it too.

  “look at you, so helpless, getting off to some guys’ voice? such a needy little whore, aren't you?” 

  you felt all the oxygen in your lungs leave your body, fingers growing stiff inside of you. your boyfriend’s words tugged at something inside of you, an animalistic version of you deep down that needed to be freed. 

  tooru smirked up at you, perfectly aware of his effect on you. his tongue withdrawing from inside his mouth to lap you up for the hundredth time.

  “how pathetic, were you that desperate for an orgasm that you resulted to audio porn?”

  “good girl, that’s my good little girl, cry out for me.”

  you felt your orgasm coming like a tidal wave, the two voices overstimulating your senses once again.

  “that’s so fucking embarrassing, your own fingers are barely enough to please you anymore. you need my tongue to help you.”

  “that’s right, come for me, come around those pretty little fingers of yours.”

  “yeah? you're gonna be an obedient little slut and come for for him? listen to his orders like he’s your daddy, right?”

  and you did.

  with a final whine of pleasure, your body violently rocked itself through your orgasm. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched into air helplessly. your fingers slowed down on their movements, eventually coming to a slow finish. you breathed heavily, chest heaving as the ringing in your ears quieted down. all that could be heard in the room was the thick silence in the air and your contracted breathing. 

  tooru slowly approached the spot next to you on the bed from his former position between your legs, lying next to your disheveled form. once your body had calmed itself down a bit more, your retracted your hands from their position  and turned toward your lover, resting your head on his shoulder. 

  “well, I certainly did not expect to come home to that.” tooru chuckled lightly.

  you quickly dove your face into the side of his neck, hiding in mortification. 

  “god, I'm so embarrassed.” you mumbled into his skin.

  oikawa only laughed louder, earning a light slap on his arm.

  “come on, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every second of that.”

  “you know I did, that’s why I'm embarrassed!” you lifted your head from his neck to retort back.

  he only shook his head and laughed again, wrapping his arm around your body to keep you warm.

  “why did you come home so early, anyway?”

  “well practice ended early because the team wanted to go out to dinner for a sort-of, congratulations for doing so good in our last match. that team we went up against was really hard, remember?”

  “yes, I do. so why didn't you go!” you suddenly jerked your head up to scold your boyfriend.

  “because...I'd much rather be home with you celebrating. besides, I thought that text I sent you was a hint of what I wanted to do with you tonight.” his voice trailed off quietly.

  “oh god, I thought you were just being a damn tease like always! that’s why I took matters into my own hands.”

  tooru propped himself up on one elbow, facing you.

  “c’mon, you know damn well you enjoy my teasing. plus who says we can't go for a round two?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you and gestured at the rising tent under his sweatpants that was nearly poking your leg.

  you smirked, looking back up into your boyfriend’s eyes.

  “i guess that can be arranged, but it’s my turn to tease, i've had enough of your teasing for one day.”

  before he could protest, you were on top of him straddling his waist, hands holding his arms up over his head.

  “fine by me.”

ukai keishin

  coming home from a long day at work, you plopped down your bags and ran your fingers through your hair. ukai was working the late shift at his convenience store like he usually did on weekdays, and he probably hadn’t eaten anything besides snacks since lunch this noon. your body was tired and sweaty, but you motivated yourself with the idea of a hot shower to keep you up on your feet for a bit longer. as quick as you could, you whipped up a plate of steamed dumplings and rice for you and your fiancé to eat. once satisfied with your work, you left the meal on top of the stove with a glass cover on top to keep it warm. 

  hot shower hot shower hot shower you chanted to yourself, reminding yourself of your reward for the long day you had. you went to your bedroom first to quickly strip, tossing the restricting clothes away into a hamper. afterwards, you entered your bathroom - now naked, a chill ran over your body. you turned the knob of the shower to the left, far to the left, making the water spring to life and begin to heat up.

  after a few moments of waiting for the steamy-hot water to rush out, you took a step into the tub. immediately, your muscles relaxed under the flow of the hot water, your skin burned a little at the sensation too. you sat under the water for a good 30 minutes; lathering your soft skin with foamy body wash, scrubbing at your scalp and rinsing the stress of a long day off your body. the shower was full of steam and the sweet scents of all the soap you used. 

  you exited the shower after feeling fully clean and content, wrapping a dry towel around your head to hold your drenched hair. you dried your body off with another towel and slipped a soft robe around your form, before approaching your room. 

  following after brushing through your damp hair, you slid on an over-sized t-shirt from your closet, probably one of ukai’s without realizing. you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you walked toward your dresser, you admired the way the t-shirt showed off the shape of your breasts and hugged your hips. you took a step back to appreciate your form a minute more, becoming seemingly more and more confident in your looks by the second. it had clearly been awhile since you felt confident in yourself, your teenage days were over and adulthood was settling into your appearance. 

  still, for the first time in awhile, you thought you looked damn good. 

  a flame ignited in your belly, a flame you had not felt in a long time. you usually tended to ignore said flame, because you simply did not have the time to deal with it. 

  but today was so draining and you had not done this in so long. surely you deserved a reward, right?

  yes, yes you did. a hot shower alone simply was not enough of a prize for the type of day you had. 

  you crawled onto the bed and sat against your pillow, spreading your legs for yourself in front of the mirror across the room. grateful you had not put on underwear yet, you reached down to touch your bare petals. you weren’t wet yet, but it didn't take you long to get there, not with that mirror in front of you. 

  you watched yourself from the spot on your bed, grabbing your bare breast underneath your shirt as you started rubbing lazy circles around your clit. you found yourself soon more relaxed than not, giving in to your suppressed desires. you began to imagine you weren’t alone on your bed, that your future husband with there with you; crawling in-between your legs. you moaned at the thought, eyes fluttering close in a daze. 

  you thought about him grabbing you by your thighs, holding on to them as he made out with your sloppy, wet pussy. you imagined the sounds, his vibrating moans, your wet slick being lapped up and sucked on. 

  your was sex dripping with your cum now, and you watched yourself in the mirror with hooded lids, vividly imaging your husbands head and back facing the ceiling. you could even see the details of his back muscles contracting and relaxing as he continued aggressively devouring you. 

  your thoughts were paused when you heard the front door open, your eyes widened, but remained glued to the image of your body. 

  your fingers hadn’t ceased their movements either.

  “honey, i'm home” ukai teased in his “i'm-a-loving-husband-who-brings-home-the-bacon” voice. something you both found funny ever since you got engaged. 

  you made no sound, too afraid you voice would come out in a squeal.

  you heard his footsteps go into the living room, before his voice called out again, “baby?” 

  you decided to play around and not answer again, leaving him no choice but to find you himself. you continued rubbing your clit as you stared at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip to hold back an excited grin. as ukai’s steps got closer to the door, you found yourself indulging a finger into your core. then, one turned into two. and you found yourself having to hold back your moans, as he was so close to entering your room. 

  a mere second passed before keishin was strolling into your room, looking for his beloved fiancé. he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on you, two fingers plunged into your pussy, all whilst staring at your reflection in the mirror. 

  he exhaled through his teeth before saying, “princess, what’s this?”

  you tilted your head to the side, gazing at the man before you with half-lidded eyes.

  “what does it look like, daddy?” your fingers maintained their rapid pace.

  keishin was enthralled with the scene before him - not wanting to move an inch so he could continue watching you, while also wanting to pounce on you like a caged animal.

  he decided to just slowly creep over to you, long strides taunting you from your spot on the bed. he kneeled on the mattress, beginning to crawl closer and closer to you. your gazes were locked on each other, all while your fingers kept their assault on your core.

  “you look so pretty baby, touching yourself like that in our big ole’ bed.”

  you only bit your lip in response, eyes trailing back to the mirror in front of you. keishin followed your glance, now also looking at the reflection of you two. 

  he scoffed, “what a little slut you are, getting off to yourself in the mirror.”

  a shaky breath left your mouth at his words, before he turned to you again and propped himself up on his elbow.

  why isn't he doing anything?? you couldn't help but think.

  “go on, don't worry about me. I wanna see you keep playing with yourself, just like that.” it was like he read your thoughts.

  you became a little frustrated, you were hoping he was going to join in on your “play time”. even so, you persisted, trying to dig deep for an orgasm. you continued staring at the mirror, watching keishin watch you. it was fucking hot - but you needed more.

  “ ’shin...” you whined out, tilting your head to look at him.

  “what? is my princess having trouble?”

  you nodded your head.

  he clicked his tongue, “that’s too bad isn't it? my little girl started this herself, now she’s got to be the one to finish it.” he punctuated his words by leaning in closer and closer, his hot breath on your face felt too nice. 

  you understood what you had to do, cum for him once and then he’d finally join you for a second time, but you were so damn touch starved. it’s one thing to be alone and touch starved, it’s another to be with the person you want to touch you, just for them not to. 

  you bit down on your lip as you pounded into yourself harder and faster, fingers reaching deep to hit your sweet spot. you tried and tried, but to no avail. your breathing was rigid now, frustration marked on your forehead, all while keishin sat and watched you like a sly motherfucker.

  he hadn’t even taken an inch of clothes off, and he wasn't even palming himself through his sweats.

  tears of frustration dribbled down your cheeks, there was no warmth in your stomach, no clench to your core, just the cum that dripped down your folds - and that was only from the mindless finger-fucking you were doing. 

  “poor baby, are your fingers not enough? can they not satisfy you the way my cock can?” keishin’s voice was low and his breath caused goosebumps to rise on your neck and cheek. you leaned into his warm touch as he wiped the tears off your face.

  “p-please.” you begged.

  “please what? use your words, princess.”

  “please- please help me cum.”

  keishin laughed in your face, making your cheeks glow a bright red. 

  “so fucking pathetic, can't even cum with your own fingers. what happened to that tough girl act you had on before, huh? when I caught you playing with your pussy to your reflection in the mirror.”

  he leaned in closer, lips barely grazing your ear.

  “-where did that little slut go? you’re so desperate now, it’s not even funny.”

  a wave of pleasure took over your body, and you finally understood that he was helping you cum, he just didn’t even have to touch you.

  “daddy- please...” you begged for more.

  “there’s my slut, there she fucking is. i bet you were just waiting for me to come home earlier; you were waiting for your daddy with your cunt wrapped around your little fingers, legs spread - practically begging to be caught.”

  you let out a loud moan, core clenching around your fingers as you felt your orgasm approaching. keishin tugged at the fabric of your shirt, before pulling it up to reveal your breasts.

  he scoffed, “even wearing my shirt, huh? bet you couldn't wait to stain it with your cum. you dirty little girl, i’ll make you clean up every last drop of yourself with your tongue” 

  you were already so close, but keishin’s words and the way he pinched your erect nipple with his thumb and middle finger - really pushed you to the edge. 

  “cum, cum for me you fucking whore.”

  with one final drawn out moan, you came around your fingers and all over the bed. keishin didn’t even let you calm down from your high, he was already in-between your legs getting ready to lick up your slick.

  you tried to push his head away - your body was still so sensitive from the orgasm, but you knew that the night wouldn’t end without ukai overstimulating you, as he always does. you both knew each other’s boundaries, and this was definitely acceptable - but it was still part of the act for you to resist. 

  “keishin, please. i'm too sensitive.”

  he ignored your words, pinning your wrists up above your head to get your hands out of his way. you complied, but still writhed in his grasp. ukai brought his head down to meet your pussy, shoving his nose harshly into your sensitive clit, before plunging his tongue deep in your walls. 

  you screamed at the rough contact, your ass threatened to lift up from the bed - but keishin put a firm arm down on your body to ensure that you were going nowhere. 

  he continued licking out your insides, moaning into your clit. one hand was holding your stomach down and the other was roaming your left breast, fondling the perked nipple in-between his fingers. 

  you couldn’t help the bodily convulsions you were having, you had already felt so close and he was just starting. you glanced up to watch your reflection in the mirror, smirking back at yourself after remembering how only 15 minutes ago you were imagining this scenario unfolding. 

  ukai began licking you with more fervor, his tongue moving up to toy with your clit, whilst two fingers plunged into your hole all at once, making up for any contact lost. 

  you groaned, arching your back so that your pussy was pressed against his face. ukai moaned into your core, licks becoming a sloppy mess. 

  “you taste so fucking lovely, feels like i haven’t ravaged you in way too fucking long.” ukai groaned his words into your sex, causing all sorts of vibrations to be let loose. 

  you were close, so close, your moans were becoming more rapid and you couldn’t hold back your hands from tugging into keishin’s hair. he didn't seem to mind it either. 

   you were pushed over the edge at the feeling of keishin’s lips sucking at your clit, the sensation being way too much for your over-stimulated pussy to handle. it also didn't help that his lidded gaze locked with yours in the exact moment that his lips wrapped around your little bud. you ground against his face as your cum made its new home all over his chin and all over the bed. 

  the two of you breathed heavily for a few seconds, staring into eachother’s eyes for what felt like forever. 

  “you’re so fucking good.” you spoke first, words coming out choked and breathless.

  he chucked, “yeah, it helps that you taste fucking delicious.” 

  you giggled at his words, making it sound like you were a fucking plate of dumplings or something-

  “did you see the dinner? I made dinner!” you sat up excitedly, suddenly remembering the meal that you made.

  “baby, i think i’ve had my dinner.” ukai smirked up at you. 

  you weren't taking any sexy jokes, not after you remembered your yummy dinner.

  “nope, get up. i did not slave over a stove for nothing.” you bounced off the bed, still naked.

  keishin rolled his eyes at you, “we coulda just ordered in ya know?”

  “hush.” you playfully hit him on the shoulder, before putting his shirt back over your torso and leading him into the kitchen.

  after padding into the kitchen, keishin spoke up.

  “you know, I meant what said. about you getting cum on my shirt, and licking it clean.” there was a playful smile on his lips as he crossed his arms and faced you.

  “I didn't even get cum on your shirt, asswipe.” 

  “not yet, but I'm nowhere near through with you tonight, princess.” 

kuroo testurou

  the red blinking numbers on your alarm clock glowed directly in front of your face, mocking you. 3:32A.M. it told you. you had been tossing and turning for the past 3 hours, how did this happen?

  next to you, your husband kuroo was comfortably snoring, his breathing a steady rhythm. normally, the noise itself would lull you to sleep, but tonight your body was wide awake, antsy about something. you had already gone to the kitchen for a glass of milk an hour ago, a trick your mother taught you as a child. irritated, you glanced at the empty glass next to your bed, clearly it didn’t work anymore. it only made you have to pee, twice.

  you gently flipped onto your back, careful not to wake your soundly sleeping husband, god knew he had to wake up at 6am for work.

  you laid there, flat on your back as you stared up at the ceiling; wide eyed and fully awake. you wondered what other remedies you could do to force sleep on yourself. you could chew some melatonin - but you were sure you’d never bought melatonin in your life, you never had a reason to. you drew in a long breath, letting it out in a sigh. meditation? counting sheep? hot tea? – no, you didn’t want any more trips to the bathroom keeping you up. 

  then a brilliant thought crossed your pretty little mind; masturbation. you almost snorted out loud at the sheer sincerity of it. shifting around a little bit, you rested your hand over your lower stomach - almost teasing the idea of it. your fingers crept lower, now fingering the hem of your cotton shorts. then proceeded to slip your fingers past both the shorts and your underwear. you quickly peered over at your sleeping husband, a wild nest of black hair spread across his pillow. you smiled in admiration, he’s always slept like a rock, usually an arm anchored around you - preventing you from getting out of bed. that same arm was now stuffed under his pillow, you had learned the ways of escaping kuroo’s giant arms long ago. 

  you paid mind back to your situation at hand, continuing the creeping of your hand further down your skin. you sighed at the feeling of your fingers grazing over your slit, instinctively spreading your legs slightly for better access. you began rubbing at your now exposed clit; slow circular motions. you bit your lip at the newfound warmth bubbling in your stomach, a feeling you’ve always enjoyed.

  your husband stirred slightly in his sleep, head now facing yours. you froze slightly, but let out a sigh of relief when his snoring continued. his jet black hair covered his face, only allowing you to see his lips; which were parted as he snored. you almost thought he looked cute, so tempted to run your fingers through his hair. you decided against it, not wanting to wake the poor man up.

  your sex started growing quite wet - quicker than you thought it would. maybe it was the idea that what you were doing...so close to your sleeping husband-

  -was so dirty.

  you bit down on your bottom lip and quickened the pace of your motions, rubbing your little clit with more pressure from your fingertips. 

  still, you wished it was your husband’s tongue instead of your fingers. lapping up your slick and prodding at your sweet spot. you moaned softly, quickly biting your lip again to suppress the sound. fortunately, your husband stayed asleep.

  you started pumping your middle finger into your cunt, needing more friction to finish you off. the action caused you to moan louder, although you really tried to hold them back. and if it weren't your moans that woke your husband up - it was the arching of your back and bucking of your hips, causing the mattress to dip in your spot.

  you didn't notice him though, you didn't notice his eyelids fluttering open behind the shaggy head of hair he had, covering his eyes. he laid like that for a good minute, watching you writhe under your own hand, beginning to grab your bare breast from under your shirt. sleep still clouded his head - making his thoughts a bit foggy, but he was becoming more aware of your upcoming climax by the second. you were so far gone you didn't even realize his snoring coming to a halt, your mind was filled with the most lewd fantasies of kuroo pleasuring you in your bed. 

  when you felt yourself coming close to a climax, a large hand paused your movements by grabbing your wrist. you let out a small yelp, out of pure surprise and terror. you looked over at your husbands form, he was propping himself up on his elbow and jerking his head back a bit to get a better look of you, a smug smirk growing on his lips. his messy hair only covered his left eye now, and you could see the dark hues of his right eye practically glistening, looking down at you with a dark intensity. 

  “test-”

  “i hope i'm not interrupting you, my sneaky girl.” his voice was sleepy and one whole octave lower than it was during the day. 

  “no, you're not...um. i had trouble sleeping baby.”

  he gave you a knowing look and pulled back the blanket that covered his torso, exposing to you his flexed abs. 

  “and you couldn't ask me for help?” he began creeping over to your frozen body, still halfway under the covers.

  “you were sleeping, dummy.” you squinted at him.

  “name calling? well baby, two can play at that game.” he got fully on top of you, then proceeded to sink himself back under the covers, until only his head was poking out. 

  “let me help my chibi-chan out, yeah?” he drawled out the name slowly, knowing just the kind of reaction you'd have.

  “testu, you have work in 3 hours, i-”

  kuroo rolled his eyes at you, before fully submerging his head below the blanket. your hand was still in your pants, it had seized its movement, but it still remained there almost frozen. kuroo pulled the inconvenient hand out of his way, tugging down your cotton shorts immediately after. you felt unsure what he’d do next, considering you couldn't see him.

  after your shorts were long gone, you didn’t feel anything for a few seconds. you perked your head up from its position on your pillow almost ready to call out your lover’s name. you were quickly stopped when you felt a long stroke from his tongue to your wet slit.

  you threw your head back, a long moan escaping your mouth. the ecstasy from the feeling of his tongue unexpectedly replacing your fingers was unimaginable. you writhed beneath his mouth, his arms instinctively going to wrap around your thighs, anchoring you down in your place. his tongue continued its assault with an immense amount of pressure; pushing the muscle deep into your hole, then bringing it out to run circles around your clit. you already felt your body closing in on its orgasm. you had gotten yourself pretty far earlier and your husband was only getting you further. kuroo felt your tightening core around his muscle, and he slowed down his tongue movements - ultimately trying to edge you.

  and you certainly felt on edge, that was for sure.

 your eyes widened at his suddenly slow pace, looking down at the lump of his body covered by the thick blanket. you knew he was getting warm down there, but this was kuroo for crying out loud; this man would go on for hours if he wanted to.

  you felt his grip around your thighs tighten as you bucked your pelvis into his face, demanding a little bit more friction. to your dismay, he gave you the absolute opposite of that; digging his nails lightly into your plush skin to almost warn you not to be impatient. you whined under his tongue, the feeling of slow circular motions was driving you crazy. you were about ready to suffocate his face with your pussy - underneath the already claustrophobic blankets.

  kuroo suddenly sped up his pace again, planning on bringing you close to another high. and maybe if he was feeling nice, he’d let you come this time. he added two fingers to pulse into your sopping wet cunt as he licked away at your clit and your folds - lewd noises escaping through the small holes between the blanket and the bed. he continued pumping you ‘til he felt your walls begin to clench again, squeezing his two fingers tightly together. he immediately pulled them out.

  you gasped at the loss of contact, this time you were really ready to rip the blanket off this man and yell straight in his face. but to your surprise, kuroo submerged himself from under the blanket to meet you face to face.

  “having fun, chibi-chan?” he smirked down at your pouting face.

  “i was.” you accentuated your words with a roll of your eyes.

  kuroo chucked, then grabbed your cheeks in his hand and squeezed them.

  “hey, who said you could give me an attitude, huh? you should be thankful that i’m pleasuring you at this hour.” his voice was deep and laced with lust. you know his actions would soon contradict his words, so you played along.

  “want some kind of award? oh, i’m so glad my husband edged me at 3am! when i could’ve came and went to sleep already! thank you truly-“

  kuroo’s eyes went dark; knowing this game all too well. his hands went from your cheeks to around your throat in a mere second.

  “watch your fucking mouth, brat, or you won’t be coming at all tonight.”

  you smirked up at him, knowing you got him where you wanted. kuroo pulled down his boxers from his position between your legs and began pumping his half-erect member. you simply sat back and watched him. after a moment, he lined himself up with your core, slightly adjusting his position to get closer to you.

“someone’s taking their sweet time.” you had to bite back a laugh at your own statement.

  “patience is virtue, chibi-chan. or did you forget that i could simply stop here and go back to sleep?” kuroo tested you.

  “whatever you say, sir.” you looked deep into his eyes, not an ounce of satire in your voice.

  kuroo licked his lips devishly, any hint of tiredness he had felt before was long gone now. he pushed his cock deep into your core, bottoming out all at once. your back arched instantly at the feeling of his cock already pressing against your cervix.

  “think you can take me, little one?” kuroo smirked down at your face, which was contoured in pleasure and slight discomfort from taking his cock all at once.

  “know i can. start moving grandpa, i’m not getting any younger here.” you teased his slow pace.

  he raised an eyebrow at you, “you asked for it.” and began shoving himself in and out of you at the speed of fucking light.

  you threw your head back in ecstasy, the feeling of his “larger-than-most” cock would never get old to you - no matter how long you two have been together. he almost always stretched you out to unimaginable points.

  “test-testu.” you whined out, tongue beginning to loll out of your mouth.

  “that’s mr. kuroo to you, little one.” the muscles of his biceps were starting to tense up as he continued fucking you senseless.

  you could barely whine out a response, his cock was already so close to pushing you past your breaking point. he made matters worse by bringing a hand down to play with your clit, only to retract that hand and slap your pussy with it, tauntingly. he knew exactly what kind of response he’d get from that, as you wail out from under him.

  “i’m so close...” you almost regretted saying that in fear that he’d just pull out and go to sleep. but you knew better that he already sensed you were close without you having to say anything.

  he smirked from his position on top of you, black hair falling in a mess over his face as he tilted his head down to look at you better.

  “so am i.” he groaned into your ear as he inched his body closer to yours, your erect nipples practically brushing against his bare chest through your thin shirt.

  your core tightened as your climaxed reached itself. you dug your nails into the bare skin on kuroo’s back for support, he barely even hissed in pain at the sensation. your hips bucked as your orgasm took over your whole body, legs shaking from the aftermath of the intense high. your husband fucked you through your orgasm relentlessly, seeking to find his own orgasm. he came shortly after you, deeply groaning into your ear - the noise had goosebumps rising all over your body.

  “always so fucking good, chibi-chan.” his eyes were half-lidded, as were yours.

  your chest heaved as you began to calm down from your high. kuroo pulled himself out of you and quickly retreated to the bathroom to get some towels to clean you guys up.

  but when he got back you were already half asleep, cuddled into his pillow, inhaling his fresh, yet musky scent. he smiled down at you, a towel still in hand.

  you mumbled to him, sleep nearly taking over you, “thank you, baby~”

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[meetmymouth]

out in the heartland : harry styles

summary: it’s harry’s birthday and you have a very special gift for him word count: 6k warnings: daddy kink, pegging, anal fingering & rimming

“Love, can you get us more crisps,” Harry calls from where he’s seated on the floor, a Playstation console in hand.

It’s another lockdown Monday where they turn Mitch and Sarah’s spacious living room into a gaming room slash studio– according to Mitch, bowls of crisps, cheese platters, wine glasses and other snacks decorating every surface as they play anything and everything from FIFA to Fortnite until their brains are too foggy and they can’t move their fingers properly due to alcohol in their systems.

Sarah and Mitch were kind enough to let them both quarantine at theirs for a while, and it’d been so much fun, spending time with Mitch and Sarah, cooking together, watching films and going on walks, and overall having a great time with their friends. As much as it was just another Monday in lockdown, it was a special one with today being Harry’s 27th. They’ve already cut his cake, one she’d made herself -and Sarah helping with the piping– decorated with maraschino cherries and sprinkles, and they’ve been spending the night drinking posh wine and screaming at each other while Harry and Mitch played FIFA.

With two bowls filled with more crisps, she makes her way back to the living room with a smile on her face as Mitch and Harry keep going on and on about the game, and Sarah teasing them both, asking whether they’d get a divorce soon since they’ve been arguing back and forth like an old, married couple.

They pause the game as Mitch says her name, “did you see the card Jeff sent Harry for his birthday?” He’s smirking as he takes another sip of his wine, and Harry throws a piece of cheese at him, earning a glare from the long-haired man.

“Not yet, what is it?”

“Jeff being a dickhead as per. He sent me a card, it’s between my book, there,” he gestures at his book on the sofa with his head.

She grabs the thick book, turns the pages until she finds the card with ease, and she feels her heart drop for some reason, eyebrows furrowing and palms starting to sweat as she turns to Harry. He’s watching her with a grin on his face, the others already laughing at what’s in front of the card as she takes it in her hands to inspect the shiny birthday card.

“’Happy pegging birthday’” she reads out loud with a monotonous voice. “Uh… okay. That’s– very funny.”

“He’s just being stupid,” Harry laughs, running a finger thorugh his hair. He sits up, mouth full of crisps, and extends his hand for her to hold. “Come here, let me feed you cheese.”

“Okay… uh, nice card.”

“I mean, I love you, Sarah, but–” Mitch starts, mouth full, and Sarah cuts him off with a glare.

“Do not finish that sentence,” she points the wine glass at him as the sounds of cackling follow behind.

They all laugh… except her.

It’s funny. It is. And she loves them, loves laughing with them. But now, with the card Harry labelled as ‘stupid’ in hand and a fancy, pink box with Harry’s name on it waiting for them, waiting for him upstairs, on the bed they’d been sharing since the beginning of lockdown, she can’t help but feel stupid, too.

Was that a bold move? Was she being too brave, or… stupid? Whatever it was, she couldn’t help but let a pang of shame and sadness engulf her for a moment, before Harry’s silky voice pulls her away from her thoughts. She accepts the hand extended and sits next to him on the floor, card now forgotten on the sofa, and she tries to occupy both her mind and hands with Sarah’s fluffy cat, giving his little head tiny pets as Harry rubs her back as if it would get rid of the tension she was feeling.  

“You okay,” he brings his mouth close to her gear and whispers, then presses the gentlest, softest kiss on her ear. “D’you need anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, H.”

It’s not until 2AM that everyone decides to go up to their rooms, not even batting an eye at the mess they made as they make their way upstairs with promises to clean everything in the morning. Now that she knows the box is there, on the bed where Harry can easily detect as soon as they open the door, her stomach begins growling but not because she’s hungry, but because she’s feeling anxious, and ashamed.

She has to do something.

“Hey, um…” she begins, stopping them both in front of the guest room they’d been occupying. “Could you– could you bring me water, I forgot to take my meds today.”

“Baby…” Harry says, hand going up to her cheeks to stroke there for a moment. “I thought you had an alarm… I filled your water bottle this morning and put it on the bedside table, come on.”

“No– Harry…”

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I am, I just want fresh water.”

“Are you– are you serious?”

“Yes,” it comes out as a question rather than an answer and she bites her bottom lip, feeling uneasy under Harry’s curious gaze.

“You’re being kinda weird.”

“I’m not being weird!”

“Is there something you’re hiding from me?” He says with eyebrows furrowed and hand on his hip. “In the bedroom, in particular?”

“Don’t be silly.”

And as soon as he turns away, she knows she’s done for. It’s too late. She’s fucked. Everything’s fucked, she thinks, and he will hate her. Will never want to see her face again and probably ask her to leave as soon as possible since he won’t be able to look at her ever again without being reminded of her disgusting “gift”.

He goes in, of course he does, and she can’t help but close her eyes for a few moments before she joins him, hands sweaty and heart beating like there’s no tomorrow. She finds him near the bed, eyes focused on the box sitting in the middle of the bed, and she looks up when he does, finding him giving her a bright, heart-clenching smile as the dimple gets wider.

“Well, what’s this then, bab?”

His socked-feet makes a comforting noise on the carpeted floor, and he stops when he reaches where she’s standing, hands immediately finding her hips to bring them closer.

“Harry, please don’t open it,” it’s pathetic, she thinks, how desperate and anxious she sounds. Though, she can’t help but close her eyes when Harry’s hand finds the back of her neck as he strokes there with his thumb. “Don’t open it. It’s just silly. It’s a joke.”

“Baby, breathe. What are you even talking about, hm? Why are you– oh my god, darling, you look like you’re having a panic attack. You’re sweating, are you…” he squeezes her flesh gently, then guides her to the bed. “Hey, look at me– look. I’m not going to open it unless you want me to. Do you really not know me? I would never do anything you don’t want me to. Who do you take me for, hm?” It’s so gentle, his voice, it’s like honey is dripping down his mouth and she can’t help but watch the way his pink lips move. “Baby. Look at me. I love you. You’re so special to me, you’re my whole world. I won’t open it– I won’t, I promise. C’mere, babs.”

“I love you too,” she sniffs once, twice, then rubs her eyes.

“Wanna go to sleep... hm? Come on, bab, let’s go to sleep.”

Nights chase each other away, Tuesday kisses Wednesday and Thursday is spent with laughter and too much smoke and Friday finally arrives and it’s like a breath of fresh air, but she also thinks it’s due to the open windows and fresh flowers in the spacious kitchen. The box, containing the cursed gift of hers is forgotten, placed under their bed besides their suitcases, and everything feels normal. Almost too normal. So, she does what most people would do: look for ‘trouble’.

When Harry’s in the shower, she gets the box out and sits on the bed as she thinks about what to do with it. But, apparently, the stillness of the room was too good to be true as Harry emerges from the ensuite, hair still dripping-wet as he adjusts the robe, eyes immediately finding what she’s got in front of her, and the box that is now open, and a black leather piece hanging from the not-so-tall box.

“Hi, sweet girl,” he’s testing the waters, she knows. His eyebrows are furrowed, only slightly, and mouth slightly parted. “What are you doing, darling?”

It’s not a threat, nor asked with the intention of intimidating her. Alas, she feels threatened.

“I…”

“What is it?”

She sighs, feeling the cold sweat dripping down her back, and finally gives up. “See for yourself,” the box is thrust into his hands, and she leaves the room, leaving behind a confused, semi-naked man and a very expensive looking strap-on.

It’s not another fifteen minutes until Harry comes downstairs dressed in only a pair of joggers, and finds her on the sofa as she chews on her thumb –a bad habit really– while reading one of Harry’s books. He walks up to her with a tiny smile on his face, and curls into her side, resting his head in the crook of her neck as he breathes in the sweet smell and the now all too familiar fabric softener.

He waits for her to speak first, not wanting to upset her further, but all she does is sit there, and pretend to read until Harry lets out a sigh, and presses a brief, gentle kiss to her jaw.

“Can we talk?” He says, hands now resting on her thigh as his thumb strokes the skin there.

She sighs too, and fidgets under his gaze. “Not really.”

“Why not, though? We’ve been together for years. Why are you so scared of me, hm? Have I ever done something to make you feel like you can’t be honest with me?”

“No, it’s just embarrassing to me, Harry. And… seeing that card. And you calling it… stupid. I just feel like an idiot, please stop.”

Harry sighs, his breath hitting the side of her face. “Look at me. Look–” he reaches and touches her jaw. “I love you. I’m madly in love with you. The kind that keeps me up at night. The kind that makes my heart hurt in the best possible way. I’m so gone, baby, so fucking gone for you. You got me. I can’t leave, now, I’d never want to,” he presses his forehead to the side of her jaw, the damp skin feeling cold against her flesh. “Jeff on the other hand… can we not talk about him when I have these– these images in my head. Of you. Wearing that.”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t want me to feel bad but too bad, I feel like shite and am so fucking embarassed, you don’t get it.”

“I do, I fucking do and I’m trying to tell you how much I’d love it if you fucked me in the ass. Now, you either come upstairs and finish what you started, or–”

They’re both startled when Mitch enters the living room and drops the book in his hand.

He looks up at them, clearly not phased, and they both notice the AirPods in his ears as he kneels down and grabs his book, giving them one last look before disappearing outside to join Sarah in the garden. Harry though, he lets out a chuckle and turns to her, dimple tugging at his cheek, and extends his arm to caress her cheek.

“Come upstairs, baby.”

He says it easily, words rolling off his tongue, just like that, and she does. Of course she does because what else was she to do? She lets him take her hand in his, interlocking their fingers as he guides them up the stairs. Once inside the room, the door is closed, locked, and Harry takes the time to walk towards the window to close the curtain, and she can’t help but stare at his long, beautiful fingers over the soft cotton. Other than the thick, silver band on his middle finger, his fingers are ring-free, and despite adoring his soft, pretty fingers with his equally pretty rings, there’s just something so soft, cosy and familiar about Harry without rings.

He catches her staring because, of course he does. He sees her. Every movement of her eyes, trembling lips, shaky fingers, scrunch of her nose; he sees it all. And now, he walks towards her, a big grin tugging at his lips as he stops right in front of her, both of them aware of the box sitting on the bed but neither of them say anything as they hold each other’s gaze.

And just like that, she feels like she can finally breathe properly when she’s being pulled into his chest, hands finding their place on each side of her head as he starts peppering kisses to her face, first her forehead, then nose, and at last, his plump lips find their way to the place they know by heart, her lips.

It’s not rushed, not at all, Harry thinks they have all the time in the world so he takes his time with her. He knows it’s impossible, foolish even, but he swears he can see the marks his tiny but lustful kisses are leaving behind when he briefly opens his eyes. They’re everywhere on her beautiful face, from her lips to the corner of her mouth, chin, the side of her jaw.

“How do you want me,” he mumbles and it’s an uttered promise, somehow submissive though not completely, but also one that is full of love, trust.

She freezes for a moment, hands still on his neck, holding each other’s gaze and she watches as Harry walks to the bed, and he grabs the box. The shape of the object in his hands feels unfamiliar to the eye, the dazzling, hot pink dildo at the front makes them both swallow in anticipation and she knows Harry is clueless about what his next move should be.

It certainly wasn’t their first time trying out things in the bedroom. They were both ‘kinky’, as some would call it, they liked rough sex, the kind that left bruises and marks behind, but never anything like this. Sure, she did give him a rim job a few times, his darker, puckered hole made her mouth water and she wanted nothing more than to get on her knees and kiss and lick the flesh until Harry was a mess, coming in long spurts. He loved having his ass licked, he loved sitting on her face, with his big cock stuffing her warm, tiny mouth as he forced her to take everything in, moving his ass back and forth across her mouth as she tried to lick every inch of the bitter flesh, wanting to please him, make him fall apart above her.

But, despite Harry letting her lick his ass could be considered as a vulnerability or submission to some, she was always his submissive. She loved it; they both loved it. She also knew today wasn’t the day she would give up on that submission. No, today was all about Harry, and what he wanted, how he wanted it, and it was about her giving it to him. So she gives him a tiny smile, hands reaching to grab the strap-on from his hands, and he watches with great intent, pupils dilated and mouth parted.

She swallows, and looks up at him with apprehension. “I want you to use me,” she lets out, a shaky breath following behind. “I want you to… I want you to do whatever you want with me. I know this,” her gaze falls to the pink dildo surrounded by black leather of the harness. “It’s something we haven’t done before, at least… fully–”

Harry giggles, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers. “Fully.”

“Shh. I’m just saying that… we haven’t done this before but I still want you to be in charge, at least… at least–”

“You want me to be the Daddy, hm? You still want Daddy to tell you what to do, how to fuck him? Y’gonna be my little fuck toy? Is that what you want, darling?”

“Yes,” her breath hitches at her throat. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. You’re so good to Daddy, darling. Always spoiling me, always looking after me, taking care of Daddy… how’d I get so lucky?”

“Daddy deserves it,” she looks up, waiting for his command to get naked and she can see it in his eyes, the hesitant gaze as if he wants to make sure she’s okay still even though he’s the one who’s about to get fucked.

“Go on then,” he mutters, hands going to his own joggers as he lets them pool around his ankles. He reaches up, brushing the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. “Get naked for Daddy and put it on.”

And she does, oh, she does.

It doesn’t take long, considering she only has a ratty t-shirt on and a pair of joggers, and nothing underneath. It doesn’t come as a surprise to him, her forgoing underwear, but they both can’t help but hold each other’s gaze a minute longer. She notices the fiery look in his eyes, pupils now looking like a pair of black buttons as his bottom lip gets trapped between his teeth.

She lets her eyes wander, gaze travelling from each puffy nipple that are now beginning to harden, to the hair on his chest, then the hair that’s following his happy trail, all the way down to his cock. She feels her heart clench in lust at the sight of his hard cock, slightly curved with a vein following underneath, and she just wants to get down on her knees and put it in her mouth. She remembers him asking her whether to shave or not a couple of weeks ago, and the thick pubic hair surrounding his perfect cock makes her mouth water, feeling content that she’d told him not to touch any razors.

She looks up at him again, to see the expression on his face and he smiles, hand reaching for her.

“Come.”

She walks towards him, the strap-on in hand, and a tiny whimper leaves her mouth when her hand finds her boob, long fingers trapping her pebbled nipple between them as he twists the darker nub, once, twice, and he lets it go only to slap it, causing her to gasp as she quickly tries to suppress the noise with her palm pressing against her mouth. It stings, but doesn’t hurt. Not at all. In fact, it frustrates her despite the tingling, stinging feeling between her legs. She needs more. She wants more.

“Get this on and get on your knees,” he mutters, hand now on her neck as he squeezes briefly, watching as she gets the strap-on on and tightens the straps. “You’re gonna get Daddy’s cock nice and wet before you can fuck his ass. Understand?”

She pairs her quiet ‘yes’ with a nod, mind too hazy to actually look into Harry’s eyes as her shaky fingers fiddle with the harness. The clasps make a clicking sound, very satisfying to their ears, and she swallows, getting on her knees in front of him. Clean, soapy smell of his skin chafes the tip of her nose very gently and Harry begins playing with her hair, hands stroking the side of her face before one finds the back of her neck, bringing her towards his hard cock.

“Take it in your mouth,” his thumb presses hard on her bottom lip, as if to remind her who’s in control despite the foreign object she’s been supporting.

Her gaze wanders, taking in his thick, leaking cock, and with one hand steady on his meaty thigh, she brings the other to his balls, humming when she feels them tight already. The wrinkly skin of it is soft and not at all unfamiliar to her. So, she leans in to press a flat tongue against his balls, not missing the way Harry’s thighs jerk in response, and she then takes them into her mouth. She hums at the feeling in her mouth as she alternates between sucking and licking them and Harry lets out a quivering sigh above her, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of her mouth around him.

He lets out a his when her teeth grazes over the area lightly. “Fuck, babe. You like my balls?”

Of course, there’s no time to respond, nor the possibility of her forming coherent words since he’s literally balls deep in her mouth, so she proceeds to hum around him, a few hairs there tickling her nose and lips as she sucks. With a pop, she lets them go and darts out her tongue again, travelling the warm, wet muscle from underneath his cock, to the tip. It’s a deep, pink colour, shiny and smooth, so she can’t help but wrap her mouth around the tip, earning a quick jolt of his hips from Harry as the action takes him by surprise.

She looks up, and sucks the tip as if it’s an ice lolly, and the salty taste of his pre-cum fills the insides of her mouth, fingernails pressing harder into his meaty thighs, and she wishes she could see the mark her nails left behind on his tiger tattoo.

Series of ‘fuck’s and ‘shit’s leave his mouth as he guides her head down his cock, and as always, she obeys while taking him deeper and deeper, her warm saliva coating his thickness and she moans around his warm cock as she brings her hands to his ass. While still sucking, she squeezes there, fingernails digging into the perfect skin of his ass and he lets out a hiss first, then pulls her hair harshly before pressing her face down his cock, a shaky moan following as she takes him deeper, her throat welcoming the warmth and thickness of his cock like it always does.

“You’re such a cock slut for me, aren’t you? Can’t keep that mouth away from Daddy,” he pulls her away from his cock, hands immediately going to her mouth to smear the pre-cum and spit all over her mouth and chin. "You wanted to treat Daddy for his birthday, hm?”

“Yes.”

“You’re such a good girl, darling. Always spoiling me, making me feel so, so fucking good,” he squeezes one of her boobs, twisting the nipple between his fingers before his gaze falls to the strap-on and the dildo secured tightly to the harness. He gets on his knees. “Make me suck that cock.”

The words, they just sound so hot, so filthy coming out of his mouth, making her weak in the knees as she swallows, and she places her hand on his shoulder, squeezing there once before it travels to the back of his head. She feels in control, having him on his knees, at her command even though he’s still somehow in charge, and it drives her crazy, having this gorgeous man all to herself. 

She watches him as Harry’s curious gaze takes the pink dildo in. She knew it wasn’t his first time sucking a cock, despite the one now in his face being silicone. So when he goes in easily with her hands pulling him closer, she can’t help but whine at the expression on his face, eyes glittering and plump lips parted as he takes the cock into his mouth.

He coats the pink silicone with his saliva, eyes shut as if he’s trying to concentrate on an important task, pink lips looking like they belong there, around a cock. They look so sinful, yet so perfect as he bobs his head up and down, talking the cock further into his mouth and she tries to guide him but she knows he doesn’t need it. He knows what he’s doing.

“You look so hot,” she manages to let out, words coming out as a hum, low and quiet, and he opens his eyes, eyelashes fluttering at the whispered compliment. “You look so good, Harry.”

He takes it out of his mouth briefly, a string of saliva making a bridge between his bottom lip and the dildo, and she reaches there, smearing it all over his bottom lip just like he did to her earlier as she loved seeing him dirty.

His pink tongue darts out and he wraps his lips around the finger on his bottom lip. “Gonna get me wet now?” He hums around her finger and she feels her pussy clench around nothing.

“Get on the bed.”

As Harry gets on all fours, ass in the air, her eyes wander to their lube on the nightstand. Ignoring the heat in her stomach, she sits on her knees behind Harry and touches his ass, fingers caressing the soft skin, touching the tiny mole there before she leans forward and presses a kiss there. It’s a peck, a sweet kiss that turns into more as her mouth opens, tongue flat against the warm skin as she sucks the flesh, causing him to let out a happy grunt.

He whispers her name, the excitement making her nipples tighten once again, but she moves her lips towards the crack, not wanting to stop.

“That’s it,” Harry groans, “Get Daddy wet before you put that cock in him.”

It’s a godly sight. Him on all fours, at her mercy, it was exquisite, intense, dirty. But she wanted to get him dirtier. With her hand parting one cheek, she bites her lip, noticing his rim, puckered and surrounded by little hairs, and all of a sudden, she can’t wait to get her mouth on him, to see the hairs get darker with her spit as he squirms under her touch.

She gets closer, a grin appearing on her face when he lets out quiet whines and whimpers, and she exhales a sigh into Harry’s milky flesh. Her tongue, hungry and hot, darts out to lick his rim briefly, just to get him wet before she uses her fingers. His cock, now a deeper shade of pink, hard and thick, is peeking between his legs, moving left and right from time to time whenever Harry or she moves, and she can’t help but reach there.

Harry sucks in a breath as her warm hand meets his hard cock, and she lets out a moan when she feels the thickness of it in her palm. It’s hot, so fucking hot, and the smooth skin of his cock is still damp, so she brings her thumb to his tip and smears the leaking pre-cum all over it, then drags her finger down to his balls and squeezes once.

His perfect mouth lets out a pained whimper when she lets go and focuses on the beautiful rim in front of her. She leans forward, both hands now parting his cheeks, and spits on his rim before flattening her tongue and lapping across Harry’s puckered hole. It’s not sweet, far from it actually, but the salty, bitter taste makes her even wetter as she keeps licking and sucking around his hole, satisfied when she hears him whimper and moan. Once it’s wet and the hairs around his rim get darker, she pulls away and licks a finger into her mouth, then grabs the lube from the bedside table and places it somewhere by Harry’s feet.

It’s fire, when she presses her middle finger into his hole, and Harry lets out a groan, her finger sliding in with ease with the help of her spit. “So tight,” she mumbles when Harry pushes his ass backwards only a little bit to match the tiny movements of her finger.

“Move faster,” Harry says, voice low. “Add another one.”

The lube is now in her hand as she brings it to where her finger is, takes it out, and allows a generous amount to coat the puckered area where her finger has been. Harry groans at the feeling, hole clenching around nothing, and she rubs the area with the same finger she’s been using, and presses it in before taking it out. This time, her middle finger is joined by her index as she fucks into his ass slowly, taking her sweet time while admiring the way he’s been taking her fingers. The skin makes wet noises, and she knows if they weren’t so worked up, they would have a giggle about it, just like they often do whenever one of them makes a questionable noise while having sex.

This time, though, the sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of his ass makes her go crazy, and she knows Harry feels the same when he lets out a loud grunt, pushing his ass back in sharp movements, in hopes of getting her to fuck him harder and deeper.

It goes on like that for a while, and they stop when he’s opened up enough, Harry’s rim now looking sore and pink. Once the dildo at her front is lubed up generously, she taps his ass once, making him turn his head back to look at her, eyebrows furrowed in question and mouth still parted due to the tingling feeling at the tip of his cock.

“Go ahead, baby,” he murmurs, gaze lowering. “Fuck Daddy’s ass. I’m ready,” his voice, hoarse and low, rings in her ears as she lifts the dildo up to his ass, his now-pink hole.

One hand holding the pink dildo from the base and the other resting on Harry’s back, she starts pushing it in, whines and hisses leaving his throat as soon as he feels the silicone tip. She watches as the tip digs into his ass, slowly and with effort despite all the lube, and she can’t help but bring her other hand to her boobs, squeezing once before she places it back on Harry’s ass. He’s a mess, sweat dripping down his back, and she knows he’s trying to keep quiet as neither of them would want to get caught by the other couple despite having the door locked.

“Fuck,” he grunts, head lowering.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” he whimpers, ass trying to clench around the dildo but it fails due to how big it is. “Keep going, I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

She holds him by his love handles, fingernails digging into his milky, smooth skin as she moves her hips, the dildo now halfway in. With Harry moaning, she takes her time to admire how fucking hot he looks underneath her, with his ass filled with the pink dildo, and she sighs, continuing to fuck into his ass with the shiny dildo. It’s incredible how well he’s taking it, taking her, his puckered hole now a sore-pink, wet, and she feels like crying, not knowing how to handle what’s going on. She loves him. She loves him so fucking much, and she knows he does, too. She feels overwhelmed with love and hunger as she speeds up her hips, the dildo now fully inside him as she fucks his ass.

He gasps and jolts when the dildo presses right up to his prostate. “Fuckin’ hell. Please keep going, fuck Daddy hard. Fuck me, baby– god, I’m gonna cum soon. Keep going, keep fucking me,” he rasps.

“You’re taking it so well. You look so fucking good.”

“Oh fuck– it feels so good. Fuck me harder, come on, fuck me.”

Feeling brave, she presses her fingernails into his ass cheek, then lifts her hand, a loud smack landing on his left cheek and Harry hisses, fingers curling into the sheets as he lets out whimper after whimper. She watches as the dildo disappears into Harry’s ass, the pink mark on his ass becoming redder and angrier by the second and she decides to press her front against his back, laying down on him as she fucks into him deeper, nipples getting ridiculously hard as soon as they make contact with Harry’s sweaty back.

She finds it easier to fuck him in this position, and she likes that they’re much closer now, mouths searching for each other as he reaches behind and grabs her ass, squeezing hard as she keeps thrusting hard and deep. With kisses placed against his sweaty neck, Harry tries to turn his head to where hers is, and they meet in a rushed, teeth-clashing kiss, Harry’s tongue darting out to lick into her mouth, but missing in the end, and licking the corner of her mouth instead as she lets out a whine, hand searching for his cock that’s now trapped between his body and the sheets.

He helps her, lifts up his lower body and she starts moving her hand up and down on his hard cock, head resting on the crook of his neck as her hips move lazily. He’s so hard, and she knows he’s close by the sounds he’s making, his hips jerking forward from time to time as little ‘uh’s leave his mouth, and she wants to help him. She wants him to cum so bad. She wants to be the one making him cum so fucking hard.

“Are you gonna cum,” she whispers into his neck. “Please, baby. Cum for me. Show me how much you liked getting fucked.”

“God,” with cock still in her palm, he tries thrusting his hips forward to meet the strokes of her hand. “Please– I’m g’na cum so fuckin’ hard. You’re so fucking hot, so fucking good to me. Oh my god, baby, it hurts.”

“Yeah? It hurts?” She squeezes the base of his cock, then touches his balls briefly before continuing her strokes. “You’re taking it so well. Come on, Daddy. I need you to cum.”

“God, I’m– oh fuck. I’m gonna… Make me cum. Come on, make Daddy cum.” 

She squeezes his cock once again, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. When he lets out a choked breath, she knows he’s coming. It’s hot, sticky, and so fucking dirty, the cum coating her palm, creating more lubrication as she keeps stroking him lazily, dildo still filling up his ass, and with a groan, Harry reaches behind to smack her ass.

They stay like that for a while, with her still inside him as he tries to catch his breath, and she proceeds to match their breaths to the clock on the wall, feeling completely spent but still frustrated since the pool of wetness between her folds seems to be intensifying every passing moment.

After a while, Harry clears his throat. “Are you a dream?” It’s soft, only a whisper, and sickeningly sweet.

“Hm?”

“You’re a dream. You’re unbelievable– I love love love you,” he sighs, voice breaking. It takes him a few seconds to complete his sentence.

“No, thank you. I hope… I hope you liked it?”

“Fucking loved it. What about you?”

“I did. You did so good,” she touches his sweaty hair. “But,” she starts, legs starting to feel sore. “I’m still so fucking wet.”

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry, sweet girl–” Harry reaches behind and strokes her hip. “Can I fuck you now?”

“Yes, please.”

The strap-on now on the floor, Harry takes his time to admire her soft features, the sweat on her forehead and messy strands of hair sticking to her face. She rubs her eyes, and lets out a yawn, but her other hand reaches blindly for Harry, and he smiles, the gesture leaving his chest, his heart heavy and hot and full of love. He lets her hold on to him as she keeps rubbing her eyes, then he links their fingers as she opens her eyes to find him staring.

She gives him a lazy smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“All right, Shakespeare… mhm, come here,” she pulls him closer by his love handles. “I love you. Happy birthday. Again.”

“I love you so much. How is it possible to want you this much, hm?” He mumbles against her sweaty neck, not caring about the bitter taste of her skin. He watches as her smile widens, eyes tired and sleepy. “There’s a halo in your mouth.”

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A Little Death - The Darkling x Reader

Enemies-to-lovers, one bed trope AND smut. You’re welcome 🖤

The mission went terribly, just as you said it would. You were always known to voice your concerns during meetings and this one was no different but he hadn't bothered to take your criticism into account.

The big bad Darkling couldn't stand you for that very reason or so he told himself. You were loud, outspoken, rude, and a control freak. You clashed and fought but he kept you there for perspective reasons, even though he never listened to you, like ever.

You laughed when the mission turned sour, earning yourself a glare from everybody, including him. If it wasn't the hours of sleep you lost to carry out the stupid mission in the first place, you would be heading toward Os Alta by now, but no. Everyone was tired and hungry and practically begging for a proper bed and not a makeshift cot in a tent, you included.

Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in

You waited as the colorful keftas dispersed into the inn and as you approached the innkeeper to grab your keys, he hesitated.

'Only one room left.' He looked afraid to say it, does he think I need more than one? The confused look on your face kept until you saw General Kirigan appear out of the corner of your eye, looking right at you with a displeased look.

'Will it fit two people?'

'Yes Sir'

'Alright then, Y/L/N you're with me.' He took the keys and gestured for you to walk through the archway but you couldn't believe your ears. This man was the General of the Second-Army, almost as rich as the King but he had to share a room, with me no less?! Of all the bloody people on this journey, it obviously has to be me.

You bit back the rude remark that sat at the tip of your tongue and gave a curt nod. It's just one night and I'm ready to pass out.

'After you General' You forced a smile and watched as his irritation grew. Although you hated the man, you had to admit he was incredibly handsome, you weren’t blind. His dark onyx eyes always stood out against the pale of his skin, and the perfectly quiffed jet-black hair practically begged to have your fingers running through it.

His cape whirled around him as he walked past you, breaking you out of your trance. You guessed he knew where he was going as he ascended the wooden stairs and climbed to the top. Out of boredom, you counted the room numbers you passed not paying attention to him and stopped when you walked right into his rock-solid back. 'Saints- I'm sorry.' You blundered. I think that's the first time I've ever said sorry to him. He ignored you and walked into the room, inspecting it closely. You did too, but were cut short when you noticed the absence of another bed.

The room was fit for two

'There's only one bed' You dead-panned. You thought for a moment, looking around for a couch, an armchair, anything, but came up empty-handed. 'This is just great.' You sighed and looked to him. He had shed his heavy cape and donned his black kefta, staring at the one bed the same way you did.

'Well? What are we going to do?' You threw your hands up in exasperation 'Perhaps they have a tub I can-'

'Don't be ridiculous Y/N.' Y/N? I think that's the first time he's called me by my name.

'I meant to go wash, General. It's been a long week.' As opposed to some of the others, including the General, you had stayed in a tent over the past 2 days to gather intel. He and his flock stayed in inns and hotels, bathing in luxury and warmth.

'Yes, of course.' He stared into your eyes, holding your gaze for a hot minute before you looked away, suddenly feeling shy.

You put the bed situation at the back of your mind as you fetched some warm water and washed the grime of failed missions off. So much wasted time, all because nobody would listen to you, he wouldn't listen to me. If he weren't so gorgeous, I would kill him in his sleep.

Once you felt clean enough and your hair began to dry, you walked out of the washroom, enveloped by a towel as you searched your pack for anything you could sleep in. Perhaps the bath fogged up your mind, for you completely forgot the General was sharing the small space with you.

'You know you talk to yourself?' His voice scared the living daylights out of you. He was sitting back lazily against the headboard of the bed in his shirt and breeches smirking to himself. 'I think conspiring my death is reason enough for prison, is it not?' You couldn't tell if he was joking.

'I never said I would.' You bit back, grasp tightening around the flimsy towel.

'Because I'm too gorgeous?' He stood up from the bed and walked over to you. You never registered how much taller he was than you as his eyes scanned you up and down, like a predator hunting its prey.

'I need to get dressed, General'

'Hmmm, yes I can tell.' He took a bit of hair that hung in front of your face and held it between his fingers, the action sending waves of arousal through you, What- No. He was dangerously close, you could feel his breath tickle your ear and he was bound to hear your pounding heartbeat. But alas he moved away, sashaying into the washroom leaving you alone. I need a cold bath.

***

You were dressed for bed now, curled up on the left side of the bed. You were trying to sleep, really trying, but knowing he was laying right next to you only heightened your insomnia.

You knew he was awake too and he did little to hide it amongst the deafening silence of the room. You could feel the heat coming from his body, radiating an invitation for you to join him. You huffed loudly and turned again for the umpteenth time that hour, attempting to escape the weird tension in the room.

'Can't sleep?'

'Obviously.' Even in the dark, you knew he was smirking.

'I know something that would help.' Suddenly he was on top of you, caging you in with a hand at the sides of your head. You could feel the bare skin of his arm and chest as he slightly pressed down onto you, signaling that he wasn't wearing the black silk shirt anymore. Wherever his skin brushed against yours, it ignited that longing and need in you and it felt addictive.

I want you to touch me

'What are you doing? I thought you hate me.' Your proximity allowed for you to see the slight glistening of his eyes. They had an edge to them, a darkness you'd never seen before or never paid attention to.

'You're one to speak.' Taking one hand from beside your head, he so very slowly traced the side of your face, and your breath caught in your throat as he continued his way down your neck and further, stopping at your thigh where your nightgown had bunched up. 'I think it's time we stop this charade of ours.' As you concentrated on the feel of his fingers against your burning skin, he moved his head into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and exhilarating as he spoke.

'What charade' Your words came out with a deep exhale in anticipation of his actions.

'The one where we both pretend we don't want to fuck each other's brains out.'

Your eyes flew open at his crude remark but shut right back again as his lips gently kissed your collarbone and made their way up to your jaw, getting increasingly rough as he traveled. His hand at your thigh sneaked its way under the gown and now gripped your bare hip in a tight hold. 'What do you say?' His lips were now at yours, touching them as he spoke. All your logic flew out the window of the dingy inn. You didn't care that this was your General, or that he could kill you in an instant, all that mattered was that you needed him, and he wanted you.

'Ye-'

Before you even finished, his lips were hot on yours, devouring you in a bruising kiss. He pressed into you harder and if you had any reservations about his feeling towards you, they were flushed away as he made his arousal for you obvious. It fueled you, awoke your need to control with a jolt.

You fought for dominance, letting your mouth duel for any scrap of authority you could have over the man, but he kept you wrapped around his finger, tightening his grasp on you while simultaneously letting your mind run free with thoughts of him and only him. He was dangerous; intimidating.

She sought death on a queen-sized bed.

He began to pull away but to your surprise he only hauled you up with him, taking your thighs and forcing you into a straddle around his lap, not once letting his lips leave your body.

'You do it on purpose, don't you? Vexing and riling me up in front of others-' He took hold of the nightgown and pulled it up over your head before roughly grabbing your chin and letting his lips brush against your now swollen ones '-I swore to myself if you did it again, I would've thought you a lesson right before their very eyes.'

The General was quick to pull you back into him, bare chests pressed together and heartbeats merging into one. Your hips moved on their own accord, slowly drawing circles around his bulge.

'General I didn't take you for a man that stalled.' You spoke against his lips. You were done with his words, you needed his actions.

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

At that, his hand let go of its deathly grip on your waist and quickly went to your core. Letting a deep growl out at your dripping wetness, he plunged a finger deep into you as his palm stroked your clit at an excruciatingly painful pace, too slow for your liking. You couldn't help keep the whimper down and he had the audacity to chuckle at your neediness.

'And I didn't take you to be so impatient.' He nipped at your shoulder as he picked up his pace, earning a series of moans from you. It was like music to his ears.

With your head against his chest, you rode your wave of pleasure out with his fingers still inside you, milking your first orgasm of the night.

Almost immediately he had you under him again and before you could register with your eyes, you felt the head of his cock nudging at your sensitive bud, as if begging for entry. It sent shivers up your spine, seeing him there at your mercy. He ran across your wet folds again and a throaty moan echoed around the room. Are you sure he's at your mercy?

You coaxed him to enter and once he did you felt euphoria. He stretched you out to your limits, filled you until you bottomed out. His eyes were tightly shut as he basked in the comfort of you. It felt just as good to be buried in you as it did to kiss you. You enveloped his senses and his mind. You were the only thing that mattered to him at that very moment.

'Saints Y/N.' His forehead fell against yours as he thrust in and out of you, bearing his weight on the arm not holding your thigh up.

Despite the pleasure clouding your mind and vision, you managed to grab at his vulnerability and flip you both around. He didn't fight back, only grabbed hold of the back of your neck to kiss you deeply as you pounded down onto him. His hold on your hip was deadly, bound to bruise. He liked the thought of marking you as his.

You came with a strangled cry, the pulsing around his length sending him into a frenzy of his own as your name spilled out like a prayer from his lips. It took a while for you to catch your breath and return to your natural state. But it didn't last long before the events of the night were repeated and more marks were littered across your body.

It was only then that you fell asleep, thoroughly spent and exhausted, awaiting the next time you could defy him.

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Y/n was laid down on her bed, sprawled across as she was scrolling through her phone. She had a day of but alas, her boyfriend, Osamu, had to go to his part time job that day. Getting bored, she decided to send him a cheeky photo of her naked. Taking quick snaps of her breasts and ass, she sent them to him. Rubbing her eyes, she made her way down to the kitchen, put her phone down and make herself a cup of iced coffee, her favourite. While she was doing so, she heard a ping and her phone lightening the darkness. It was a six o’clock winter night so the sky was relatively dark.

“He replied quickly”, y/n mumbled under her breath as she made her way to her phone.

New message from Suna Rintarō.

“What? He hasn’t talked to me in ages though.”

Clicking onto her snap, she sees Suna’s message and feels her heart drop.

Suna Rintarō: i missed fucking pretty lil body, dollface. be over in a bit.

Y/n’s eyes widened. She was fucked. Quite literally about to get fucked too. Osamu was gonna come back in half an hour but Suna’s getting over. Suna was her ex but she broke up with him due to him cheating.

You: Wait, no. That wasn’t meant for you Rin!

Being left on read, y/n started to panic. He wasn’t really going to come was he?

“Fucking hell-”

After a while, she heard a knocking at the door. Making her way towards it, she slowly open it and her head peaked out of the crack. Her eyes met with a tall man, with half lidded green eyes and a devilish smirk. Strands of hair drooped down, framing his face perfectly. Tilting his head up, his jaw seemed like it would cut. He examined her small body as he opened the door wider, closing it behind him. He backed her to a wall, pressing his body up against hers.

“S-Suna. I didn’t mean to send that to you- Please.”

“You sure baby? Don’t lie, you missed my cock fucking you dumb, dollface.”

Y/n felt her face burn up by this and she looked down to avoid eye contact.

“Awww, getting all flustered. How cute”, he slurred into her ear, cupping and tilting her chin up. “Look at me when I speak to you. It’s been too long. Seems like you forgot how I work.”

“R-Rin”, he whimpered as he pushed his thigh between her legs, pushing it up against her heat.

Since she was only wearing an oversized shirt and panties underneath it, little fabric was between her cunt and his thigh.

“Ride my thigh like sweet old times while I kiss you dollface”, he groaned into her ear.

He grabbed her face with two hands and pulled her in, kissing her harshly, shoving his tongue inside, making her moan softly. She rubbed her nest on his grey sweatpants, feeling pleasure as she began getting wet. Suna pulled away, taking a moment to admire her.

“Fuck~ You’re so fucking pretty baby”, he groaned. “Remembered when you’d suck my cock like a good girl? Choking on it. Mascara running down your cheeks.”

Nodding, y/n continued rubbing herself on his thighs, back and forth. He pulled it away from in between her legs and examined the wet spot on his sweatpants.

Chuckling he whispered into her ear, “so fucking wet already baby? What would Osamu think? His girl fucking around with his friend? Want me to tell him what a slut you are?

Whimpering, y/n shook her head violently, disappointed he pulled his thigh away. The friction and pleasure was gone. More than ever, she needed Suna. Dick is dick right? What a dirty thought. She had a fucking boyfriend.

“Osamu comes back in…”, he checked his watch. “Twenty minutes. Let’s make it work dollface. Strip down for me.”

Y/n threw off her shirt and panties, making her way to her room with him following behind her, simultaneously pulling his sweatpants and boxers down. He slapped her bare ass, making her cry out in both pain and pleasure.

“On your front bitch”, he hissed.

Y/n nodded as she got on the bed, lying on her front, her ass exposed. Taking off his shirt, he revealed his built body, broad and all muscle. His big and calloused hands came down on her ass, slapping it once more. Y/n jerked up and sobbed.

“S-Suna.”

No answer.

Pursing her lips, she hesitated before she spoke. “Master?”

“Mmm yes?”, he hummed, stroking her ass, his cold rings making contact on her burning skin.

“Osamu- He might come back.”

“Well then, you better behave and let me take the lead baby. No misbehaving or I’ll make sure to take extra long.”

“Yes master.”

He sat her up and made her straddle him. He lay down and helped her down as she sunk deep into his cock.

“Osamu’s dick not big enough for a slut like you? That why you’re accepting me fucking you? Not treating that tight pussy well enough. Not used to being filling you up real good?”

“S-Shut up”, she shook her head, jerking her hips forward, making him groan and throw his head back.

He hissed and watched her smug look, his blood boiling seeing her try to dom him. Gripping onto her hips, he dug his nails in and grinding her into him at an excruciatingly slow pace, making her moan and whimper.

“Apologise bitch.”

Shaking her head, y/n shut her eyes tightly, not giving I’m.

“I fucked two bitches last night. Both of them moaning my name after. Calling me master. You’re no different y/n. I’ll make you obey”, he growled, thrusting up and hitting her cervix continuously.

“F-fuck”, she blurted out.

“Ah ah ah, no swearing dollface”, he tutted. “Now ride me.”

Y/n bounced up and down, her breasts doing so too. He eyed them, his eyes widening at the bounce.

“Damn- fuck!”

He groaned at her clenching around his length.

“Argh- ‘M gonna cum into you dollface.”

“Yes master”, she moaned.

He released into her, warm liquids running through her.

“Y/n?”

Whipping her head to the door, she saw Osamu standing there staring.

“Samu- I- It’s just-”

“I say we both teach your bitch a lesson Osamu”, Suna smirked, facing him. “Wanting me fuck dumb even though she has a boyfriend. How taboo…”

“Suna! You motherfucking liar!”, y/n yelled, slapping his chest and jerking forward. Turning to Osamu, she stared at him with innocent eyes. “Osamu, he-”

“Shut up”, he said plainly, taking off his dress shirt, his bulky biceps exposed. Pulling down his pants and boxers, his member sprung out.

“Oi, set up my phone. I want this shit recorded”, Suna said.

“Got it”, Osamu set it up on a table, facing the bed.

He threw his clothes to the other side of the room and sat on the corner of the bed, cupping y/n’s chin, making her face him.

“You fucking slut~ Thinking it’s okay to have sex with Suna - my friend, your ex”, he spat.

“Samu- ‘M sorry ‘m sorry”, she whined, begging him for mercy.

“Oh princess~”, he stoked her right cheek with his thumb, smiling softly at her? His expression dropped suddenly, his grey eyes penetrating through her. “Being cute won’t help you this time. On the bed, legs spread. Now bitch.”

Not wanting to be punished worse, y/n got off Suna’s dick and lay down on the bed, legs spread out.

Suna’s chuckles beside her made her blood boil and she gritted her teeth. “Shut the fuck up Suna”, she spat.

He stopped with a shocked face. “Oh? Where did master go? Do I need to teach you discipline?”

“I think we do Suna”, Osamu chuckled, inching his face closer to y/n’s heat, his warm breath fanning on it.

Tilting her chin to the side, Suna choked her and pulled her into his face, slamming his lips onto hers while Osamu ran his index finger along her wet slit. Y/n moaned into Suna’s mouth as Osamu began rubbing her clit harshly. Taking advantage of this, Suna slipped his tongue in, their saliva mixing. Trying to pull away from his lips to catch her breath but his grip tightened around her neck, keeping her locked into the kiss. Pushing him away with her hands on his chest, she panted feeling light headed. It was all too much for her.

“Nghhh, Samu-”

“Shhhh, focus on me dollface”, Suna slurred into her ear, licking behind.

“Yes master”, her eyelashes fluttered as Osamu slipped two fingers in, pumping them in and out, bending and twisting them. Kissing Suna, she tasted every inch of his mouth until he pulled away and started whispering dirty things into her ear.

“How does it feel to be fucking around with your boyfriend and ex? Such a slutty thing isn’t it y/n? One dick isn’t enough for you is it? Want one in your ass, the other deep in your throat?”

“Yes master”, she moaned as she began reaching her high. “Samu- ‘M gonna- ngh”

She squirted and Osamu pulled out, the both of the men watching her in awe. Throwing her head back, y/n whimpered. Osamu eyed Suna and Suna nodded, thinking what he was thinking.

“Y/n, babydoll, you know what I just said? It’s not a half bad idea~”, he smirked. “Get on the floor, all fours”, his tone changed from soft to harsh.

Y/n obeying, crawling down, her ass high in the air for them.

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?”, Osamu cooed.

Nodding her head, she whined as he ran his hand across her ass, stroking her plush. She felt him prep her hole with lube and started pumping his fingers in and out. He slowly inserted his cock, making y/n arch her back. Suna ran his fingers along her back, up to her hair, his rings sending shivers down her spine. Getting close to her face, he put his cock to her lips.

“Suck it, bitch”, he spat, shoving it into her mouth.

Muffled sounds erupted from y/n’s mouth, gagging on his cock as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“You’re going too slow, slut. I know you can do better than that”, he spat, grabbing her hair and pushing her face in and out, face fucking her. He groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Osamu was thrusting in deep into her ass, this being the first time. He enjoyed this way more than he should, adrenaline rushing through his veins and blood.

“Arghhh shit, I’m gonna cum”, he grunted. “Inside you alright baby?”

A muffled sound escaped her mouth and he took that as a yes. Suna simultaneously shot into her mouth, warm liquids running though her while Osamu took the back, painting her insides white.

“Mmmm, all your holes filled up with cum”, Suna groaned, loving all this.

He pulled out as well as Osamu. They watched y/n crumple to the floor, her legs shaking violently. Words couldn’t be formed out of her mouth, instead drool rolled down her mouth. Suna spread his remaining cum on her face, complementing the fucked up look she had. Osamu walked over to pick up Suna!s phone, he brought it to her face .

“Smile for the camera baby”, he said in a low voice into her ear. “Tongue out, ass high.”

Obeying, Osamu recorded the last bit and stopped it.

“I say we did a good job in fucking her dumb today, Samu”, Suna grinned devilishly.

Nodding, Osamu picked y/n up from the floor and placed her on his lap. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and he wiped the dum off her face. Stroking her cheeks, he kissed her forehead, praising her.

“Such a good girl for us aren’t you?”

“Yes daddy”, she said in a breathy voice.

“I’ll be on my way Osamu”, Suna hummed, putting his clothes back on. “I’ll take a shower back home.”

He stuffed his hands in his sweatpants pockets, tilted his head to look at y/n and smirked. He bent over to her ear and whispered, “see you next time, dollface.”

The front door closed and y/n’s mind was still racing from what happened.

Shit. She was fucked her ex and boyfriend.

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[albakore]

D,J,W nsfw alphabet for Thoma? Also, congrats on 200+ followers!

A/N: thanks, you're so sweet!! <3

Warnings: not sfw (18+)! getting caught, catching him, using your underwear to jack himself off, masturbation (him), mention of a dildo

(gn!reader)

Thoma

D (Dirty secret)

I think it'll come as no surprise that he likes to steal your underwear to use to jack himself off.

He's even done it so often at this point that the embarrassment has started to fade

He's also become less careful when he does it, going from carefully hiding all evidence and making absolutely sure he cleans up after himself to leaving your soiled underwear in the hamper in plain sight and taking out of the freshly washed laundry bin -- something you're sure to notice missing after you just washed them

Thoma waited for the sound of the door closing behind you as you left off for the day. Not even moments after you left he made his way over to the dresser and pulled out his favorite pair of your underwear. He had seen you wear this pair often, able to envision clearly in his mind the picture of him bunching the fabric to the side as he pushed into you. Obviously, he would've much preferred to have you here with him, but alas you were busy and he couldn't help the feeling of need growing in him.

He wrapped the cloth around his cock and started pumping himself slowly, precum already forming a wet patch in the fabric. He whined your name while he bucked into his hand. Slowly but surely the pressure built up, the noises falling from his lips going higher and higher in pitch until--

"Uh, Thoma? I forgot my-" You started, peaking in through a crack at the door. He jumped at the sound of your voice, cheeks flushing instantly at the state he was in. Your eyes zeroed in on what he was holding almost instantly, even as he tried to hide them. "Are those my.. aw c'mon I just washed those!" You groaned jokingly.

J (Jack off)

This one goes hand in hand with my last one!

I think Thoma masturbates quite often for a variety of reasons: he has a high sex drive, it's a good way to relieve stress, sometimes you two's schedule just doesn't line up-

Because of this, he's gotten quite creative with ways to get himself off. Sometimes the trusty hand-and-lotion method works, but other times he'd rather try something different.

Sometimes that includes him stealing your underwear, sometimes it includes him grinding against your pillow, I suspect he even has a dildo that he uses while imaging its you fucking him

Thoma groaned as he pushed the toy backed into his hole, hands already drenched in a mix of lube and cum. He'd lost track of the amount of times he's cum already and he still wasn't ready to stop, the feeling of his prostate being stimulated so addicting. He had the image of you playing in his mind, teasing him right before leaving to go do your daily obligations. You had let your tongue swirl over him tip, finger prodding his entrance as he begged for you to hurry up. Instead, you left him there with his cock flushed pink and bucking into nothing with tears pricking his eyes.

Thoma's back arched at just the thought, picking up his pace with the dildo. His other hand wrapped around himself, thumb mimicking the way you'd trace his veins with your tongue. He moaned loudly, feeling himself nearing the edge. His arms were starting to get sore but he didn't slow his pace as he desperately chased his release. "Ngh hah-ah~" He moaned loudly, cum spurting out of his tip again for the nth time this evening. He paused his motions to let himself catch his breath and admire the mess he made all over the sheets. Hm, maybe another round wouldn't hurt?

W (Wild card)

I think Thoma really enjoys the idea of a threesome

only if you're ok with it though of course, he wouldn't ever want to make you insecure or jealous with his fantasies

it doesn't really matter to him who joins, but it has to be someone he trusts. in his mind he thinks of Ayaka whenever pondering the idea but that's just because they're close so he thinks she may be comfortable with it

Also, Ayaka has definitely caught you two fucking in the Kamisato manor before (Thoma started it)

Your hand flew to your mouth as he thrusted into you again. His face was buried in the crook of your neck as he also fought the urge to make sounds of pleasure while he had you pinned up against the wooden wall. You weren't quite sure how you made it into this situation, all you could remember was Thoma kissing your neck and his fingertips ghosting your sides. He was practically purring in your ear as he described in detail the dirty dream he had of you. One thing led to another and now here you were, stuffed full of his cock and trying your hardest not to draw the attention of anyone else in the manor.

"Hey Thoma, did you find my-" Ayaka froze, staring at Thoma's back as he breathed heavily. His hips froze too, lifting his head and peering over his shoulder. Luckily his body was shielding yours from view.

"Um, milady, it's not wha-"

"My s-sincerest apologies, I should've knocked!" You could practically hear the blush in Ayaka's voice as it wavered slightly. She turned around promptly to exit the room, almost bumping into the door frame on her way out.

"Wait!" Thoma called before common sense could get the better of him. "Do you want to join us, perhaps?"

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[es-kay-zee]

Double or Nothing | Lee Minho & Han Jisung x Reader

pairing: jisung x reader x minho

genre: smut

warnings: non-idol au, dom! minho, sub! jisung, sub! afab reader, established polyamorous relationship, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), cum eating, humiliation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, pet names, sir kink, choking, swearing, edging, overstimulation

requested: nope

word count: 5.2k

proofread: yes :)

taglist: @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms @hyunsluvv @qtieskz @etherealeeknow @arohabangtan @channelhan @minholuvs

(can't tag): @doyoungsjohnny

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as soon as you read the message that your package was out for delivery, you were excited, practically waiting at the front door for it to arrive. you’d bought it four months ago, and when it was taking so long to show up, you’d started to think you’d wasted your money on something you weren’t going to get. but here it is, finallyarriving. you watch the postman place it on your doorstep, waiting for him to drive away so you can swing the door open and grab it.

as soon as you have the package in your hands, you rush down the hallway, almost running to the bedroom in excitement. you place the package on the side of the bed, shaking jisung’s sleeping form in an attempt to wake him from his sleep. it doesn’t work, you’re slumbering boyfriend continuing to snore away, barely even stirring.

“wake up!” you shout, grabbing one of the pillows and smacking him with it. he begins to move slightly, and you can tell it’s working. you hit him again with the pillow, over and over until he eventually sits up.

under normal circumstances, you’d take a moment to laugh at jisung’s bedhead, but right now, there’s too much excitement running through your veins to even notice the way his hair sticks up at odd angles. instead, you pick up the package again, holding it up and smiling widely at jisung, waiting for him to notice it. but alas, he doesn’t notice, moving to lay back down and go back to sleep.

“hey, don’t you wanna know what i’ve got?” you ask, waving the package slightly.

“what have you got? just tell me,” he mumbles, eyes already closed once again.

“the outfits arrived,” you answer, and that finally wakes him up properly.

he sits up again, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before looking at the box in your hands. he grabs it from you, impatiently prying it open and carefully pulling out the contents.

“i forgot we actually ordered these,” he says, holding one of the matching maid outfits up to look at it.

“are we sure minho’s gonna like them?” you ask, a small bit of doubt creeping into the forefront of your mind.

“well, if he doesn’t, then that’s his problem. either way, we’re gonna look so fucking good,” jisung says, smiling wide as he continues to look at the item in his hands. “where is he, anyway?”

“he went out for lunch with his parents, remember?”

“oh yeah, that’s right.” he pauses, turning his head to you, and you can tell from the look on his face exactly what he’s thinking, especially because you’re thinking the same thing. “how long before he’ll get home?”

“not sure, i can text him and ask,” you say, already pulling out your phone and opening the messages between you and minho. you start typing, asking him how long before he might get home. it’s only moments before your phone buzzes with his reply.

minho <3: maybe an hour. why?

y/n: we just miss you, that’s all

he doesn’t respond, and you know that he’s aware of the real reason you’re asking. he can tell that both you and jisung are needy and waiting for him to come home.

“we have about an hour,” you say, turning to jisung, and he drags himself out of bed at your words. “where are you going?”

“to shower,” he replies, walking towards the bathroom. “because i’m not gonna be stinky when our boyfriend gets home.”

“ah, that’s a good idea,” you reply, deciding to scroll aimlessly through various apps on your phone.

“are you saying i stink?”

“always.”

he scoffs, but you can tell from the upturn at the corners of his mouth that he’s just pretending to be insulted. “well, you’re always stinky as well.”

“am not.”

“are too.”

it’s childish, the way you and jisung always banter with each other. but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“just go shower,” you say, shaking your head.

“wanna join me?” he asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

“nah, your hands like to wander, so i’ll just shower after you,” you reply. “just don’t use up all the hot water.”

it takes almost 40 minutes for jisung to emerge from the bathroom, a towel loosely hanging around his lower half. but you don’t even take a moment to complain about how long he took, only opting to glare at him as you zoom past him and into the bathroom.

you shower faster than you ever have before, stepping back out of the bathroom, clad in a towel, in record speed. 10 minutes to be exact, which is quite quick for you, who usually showers for upwards of half an hour. as soon as you step into the bedroom, you’re greeted with the sight of jisung, already dressed in his outfit. he spins around upon hearing your soft footsteps, and the view of him is even better from the front.

you love it, the way his strong arms stick out from the short sleeves, the way the skirt rests around his thighs. the fabric hugs his torso perfectly, accentuating his tiny waist.

“how do i look?” he asks, and you respond with an approving nod and a thumbs up.

jisung smiles at your reaction while you grab the other maid costume. you quickly dry off the rest of your body, excited to put on the new clothing. if you look anywhere near as good in it as jisung does, then you’ll be super happy. you pull the garment on, turning to face the mirror once it’s in place, jisung walking to stand next to you, also looking at the reflection. he was right, about what he said earlier, you both look so good.

“what now?” jisung asks.

“now, we wait for our hot ass boyfriend to get home,” you answer, moving to sit on the bed. he follows you with a soft whine. jisung’s the impatient one, always getting himself worked up then complaining when no one helps him straight away.

you begin scrolling through your phone once again, jisung doing the same. and you can tell he’s getting himself worked up, judging from the way he keeps inching himself closer and closer. you, however, ignore him, determined to wait patiently for minho to come home. you fall into a steady rhythm, scrolling aimlessly, and the time ticks by quietly. or, at least, it was quiet until jisung lets out a frustrated groan.

“where is he? he told you an hour, and it’s already been an hour and a half,” he huffs, and you’re not surprised at his response. nor are you surprised when you face him and find his cock hard, pressing against the front of his skirt.

“he’ll be here soon, just be patient.”

“but i’m tired of waiting,” he pouts, placing a hand on your thigh. “what if we had some fun before he gets here?”

“you’re too horny for your own good, sungie,” you reply with a slight eye roll, feeling the way his hand rises up. a content sigh leaves your lips when his hand finally reaches your pussy, a lone finger running through your slick folds, already dripping with arousal.

“see, you’re just as turned on as i am,” he huffs, continuing to move his finger slowly, teasingly. and he’s right. while you’ve been waiting for minho to show up, your mind has been wandering, thinking up all the different possibilities for what he’s going to do when he sees you both, and you’ve been getting more and more worked up with every passing minute.

“but i, at least, know how to behave myself and wait patiently,” you retort, trying to hold back the whines bubbling in your throat.

“well, i don’t see you stopping me right now,” he says, his finger beginning to rub small circles into your clit.

“oh, shut up,” you say, voice somewhat breathless as you bring your hand up to jisung’s aching cock.

it’s almost instantaneous, the moan that he lets out when you wrap your hand around his length, slowly rubbing your thumb along his slit. you slowly pump him, and his hand stills against your clit, his brain momentarily short-circuiting at the stimulation you’re providing him. it only takes a few seconds for jisung to regain control of himself, moving his hand so that his fingers prod at your entrance. he slides the digit in, quickly adding a second while you continue to jerk him off leisurely.

he curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a particularly desperate sounding moan. you pump jisung’s cock faster, losing yourself in the feelings of the moment, loving the way his fingers drag along your walls. you can feel the beginnings of your orgasm starting to grow, the knot forming deep in your stomach. but you can tell from the chorus of shameless whines and moans tumbling from jisung’s parted lips that his orgasm looms much closer. his cock twitches in your hand, so close to a release, but a voice speaks up from the doorway, halting your movements.

“well, well, well, what do we have here?”

you pull away from jisung, his fingers leaving you while you ignore the irritated whine he lets out from his orgasm steadily fading away. you stare at the doorway, eyes wide as you look at minho standing there, his arms folded across his chest and his expression none too impressed.

minho walks towards you, each step somewhat menacing, and it’s obvious that he’s not very pleased with what he found you and jisung doing. he brings his hand up, gripping your chin tightly between his finger and thumb, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him.

“tell me, lamb, which one of you was the impatient one?”

he doesn’t have to ask; he already knows the answer. it’s jisung, it’s always jisung. but you tell him anyway, finding some joy in telling on jisung. minho shakes his head in disappointment, frowning at the younger boy.

“was my pretty boy too horny to wait just a little bit longer,” he says, and you watch as jisung’s ears grow redder and redder. he cowers slightly under minho’s stare, the older man being entirely unimpressed with jisung breaking the rules. “what do you have to say for yourself?”

“i’m sorry,” jisung says, his voice quiet, meek, and he keeps his eyes trained on the bed underneath him, unable to look minho in the eye. minho just tsks in response, saying nothing more about the disobedience, knowing the best way to punish jisung is with actions, not words.

“do you like our outfits?” you ask, kind of annoyed that you’re not getting enough attention.

minho’s eyes scan over you and jisung, and you can tell that he loves the way you both look.

“of course i do, you both look so cute in your little matching outfits,” he smiles, gently cupping your face and rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours, and you smile into the kiss, enjoying the gentle moment. but it’s interrupted by jisung’s soft whines. he pouts his lips, silently asking for a kiss as well. minho rolls his eyes slightly, but you can see the soft smile on his face before he leans over to jisung and kissing him. minho steps back, grabbing the chair from the corner of the room and placing it at the end of the bed, ignoring the confused looks from you and jisung.

“now, my pretty pets wanted to play with each other, so you’re gonna keep playing. but you’re gonna do it the way i tell you to,” he says, sitting down. “so, y/n, as adorable as you look all dressed up for me, i want you to strip.”

“yes, sir,” you say, eager to please. you slowly stand up, reaching behind you to undo your outfit before slowly sliding it down your body, being sure to sway your hips enticingly as you do so.

“that’s my good little lamb,” he says, making you smile at the praise. “now, sungie, sit with your back against the headboard, and y/n, i want you to suck him off.”

you wait for jisung to settle into his spot before you move into your position between his legs, lifting up the skirt of his outfit to reveal his still throbbing cock. just as he did before, he moans the second you take him into your hand, slowly pumping him a few times before bringing him to your lips. you press a chaste kiss to the tip, relishing in the soft hiss he lets out at the minuscule contact. you can’t see minho, but you can tell that he’s smirking at you both from his seat, enjoying watching the way you tease the desperate boy in front of you.

“p-please don’t tease me, y/n,” he whimpers out, bringing his hands to tangle in your hair.

“shut up, sungie. you’re lucky i’m not trying you up in the corner to just watch,” minho spits, and jisung’s mouth instantly closes at the words.

you place another kiss along his slit before finally, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. your tongue moves slowly against him, painstakingly slowly, and he lets out the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard. it’s a beautiful sound, and you want to hear it again. you pause, waiting a few seconds before licking another stripe, moving just as leisurely as the first time, and you’re rewarded with another desperate whine, jisung wanting to ask for more, but knowing minho will stop you if he does. you lick once more before finally taking him into your mouth.

the only sound better than his whines is his moan upon finally getting to feel the warmth of your mouth. it’s low, guttural, bordering on being a groan. and it sounds like heaven. it sounds like a sinful delight that you’re all too happy to indulge in. you hollow your cheeks, sucking harshly on the tip of his cock before bobbing your head once, taking as much of him as you can before pulling away. you release him with a soft pop, swirling your tongue around him twice before moving back down his length, setting a calm pace with the bobs of your head.

you can feel him twitch in your mouth, his earlier lost orgasm already beginning to return. you hold your head down, feeling him deep in your throat. you moan around his cock, loving the way the vibrations make him rut his hips upwards, causing you to gag slightly. jisung’s legs start to tremble, his moans rising in pitch, and you can tell he’s getting close to his release.

“oh f-fuck, i’m gonna-” he stutters, eyes screwed shut and his hands tugging softly on your hair, a weak attempt to keep himself grounded.

“cum on their tits,” minho’s voice speaks up, and you’d almost forgotten he was even there, watching, observing the way you swallow around jisung’s cock.

“b-but-” jisung whines, wanting to cum down your throat.

“but what? you should be grateful i’m even letting you cum at all,” minho responds.

but, just like jisung, you also want him to cum down your throat. you want to taste him, want his release to coat your tongue. so, you don’t stop, continuing to bob your head up and down with new vigour, trying to make him cum before you can be stopped. but minho gets there first, moving from his chair to you in the blink of an eye, moving jisung’s hands from your hair and harshly grabbing a fistful of it himself, yanking your head back so that jisung’s cock falls free from the confines of your lips.

jisung is quick, taking his cock into his hand and pumping quickly, not wanting to lose his orgasm for the second time. minho presses one of his hands against your back so that you arch it, your chest protruding outwards. jisung pumps himself once, twice, before you feel the warmth of his release hit your tits. you hang your mouth open, tongue out in an attempt to taste at least a drop. but you’re out of luck, his cum only splattering across the expanse of your chest.

you watch jisung’s hand slow down, jerking himself off until he comes back down from his high. he lays limp against the bed, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. minho lets go of you, moving towards jisung. he gentle strokes the younger boy’s hair, telling him how well he did. but the softness only lasts for a moment, minho yanking against jisung’s hair, pulling his head back so that they’re looking each other in the eye.

“lick it off,” minho orders, voice stern. jisung goes bright red, blood rushing to the surface as his face heats up in embarrassment, and you can practically feel the warmth radiating from him from where you’re sitting.

the look on his face is a marvel to behold, a perfect combination of humiliation and desire. so utterly embarrassed at the mere notion of it, but also so devastatingly turned on at the idea of licking his own cum from your breasts. he nods his head, moving so that you can take his place. you lie down, your head resting upon the pillows, jisung hovering over you.

minho stands up, returning to his chair at the end of the bed, watching as jisung’s head lowers to your breasts. jisung looks up at you through his eyelashes before pressing his tongue flat against the soft flesh of your chest.

there’s something so filthy, so dirty about watching him lick his own cum from your skin. something so entirely erotic about the trails of saliva he leaves behind. you moan softly when his lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking softly on the sensitive bud. he’s quick to let go, though, moving his lips and tongue across, wrapping his lips around your other nipple as well. and it’s not long before his cum is cleaned from your tits, jisung turning to face minho, waiting to be told what happens next.

“good boy, sungie,” minho says, and jisung perks up at the praise, loving to hear that he’s doing a good job. “what do you say to y/n for making you cum?”

jisung turns back to face you, and it’s adorable, the way he looks so shy. but he says his thanks to you anyway, his cheeks a soft shade of pink.

“it’s your turn to give, pretty boy. y/n made you cum so now you can do the same to them.”

“yes, sir,” jisung says, moving so that his face is in front of your pussy. you’ve ignored the throbbing between your legs for long enough. and it’s only now, with jisung’s breath delicately hitting your dripping folds, that you realise just how desperate you are for some kind of stimulation. for any small amount of contact that can bring you the release you need.

his tongue darts out of his mouth, quickly swiping up from your entrance to your clit. you let out a broken moan, your hands flying to tangle in his hair and your eyes closing tightly. jisung’s always been good at this, making you feel good with his mouth. and as his tongue dips into your hole, you can’t help but feel as if you’re floating amongst the clouds.

he only adds to your pleasure, however, when he brings his fingers to prod at your entrance while he sucks at your clit. he curls his digits, working your g-spot for the second time today and it makes your back arch. you tug at his hair, pressing his face harder against you, greedy for more. and jisung is happy to provide. he thrusts his fingers into you faster, humming against your clit. and the vibrations feel like electricity, setting off every nerve ending in your body.

you slowly open your eyes, and you’re greeted with one of the best sights. minho sits on his chair, clothes in a pile on the floor next to him, his hand wrapped around his hard cock, jerking himself off to the sight of you being eaten out by jisung. jisung’s fingers pumping in and out of your walls feel divine, but the addition of knowing that minho’s watching, and that he’s getting off to it as well, is enough to make the knot in your stomach grow faster.

you look down at jisung, and you love the way he looks. his maid outfit still covering him, his eyes closed as he relishes in the taste of you. his hands wrap around your thighs, grip firmly holding you in place, and you can see the way his hips rut against the edge of the bed.

the knot grows, steadily coiling tighter and tighter until you’re waiting, with bated breath, for it to unravel. with a particularly delightful curl of jisung’s fingers, you’re cumming, your legs shaking on either side of his head. he works you through it until you’re only left trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

minho stands up, signalling for jisung to do the same, and the younger boy does, standing beside the bed awaiting instructions.

“strip,” he says to jisung, and he does, quickly ridding himself of the maid outfit, tossing it unceremoniously into the corner of the room.

jisung stands still, cock hard once again, and you can see on his face how much he’s struggling to stop himself from wrapping his hand around himself. minho ignores him for a moment, helping you manoeuvre yourself so that you’re laying sideways across the bed, your head hanging off the edge. he climbs on the bed, positioning himself between your legs before finally acknowledging jisung once more.

“you’re gonna fuck their throat again, sungie,” he says and is quick to continue when jisung pouts. “and don’t complain. if you were good earlier, then you might’ve gotten to fuck their pussy, but you weren’t. so, you’re gonna take what you get and be grateful for it.”

jisung huffs slightly but says nothing further as he lines himself up with your opened mouth. he takes himself in his hand, rubbing the head of his cock along your lips, his breathing uneven from the knowledge of the pleasure that is in store for him. minho does the same, sliding his tip up and down your entrance, gathering your wetness. and only when you whine softly, a quiet beg for more, do they finally both push into you.

it’s kind of funny, the way they both simultaneously pause when they’re bottomed out, catching their breaths, needing a moment to recover from how good you feel wrapped around them. it feels like a lifetime before they begin to move, and it’s immediate euphoria, the way minho’s cock drags along your walls, every single one of his thrusts deep and purposeful. his hips move slowly into yours, wanting to truly feel the way you clench around him. and jisung’s thrusts are the same, calculated, determined, savouring the way your throat constricts his cock in just the right way.

you keep your eyes closed, just letting yourself feel the way they’re making you feel, the almost overwhelming pleasure you’re being provided. you can feel the drool dripping from the corners of your opened mouth. you can hear the grunts and groans from both of your boyfriends, you can smell the unmistakable scent of sex in the air. and you can taste jisung’s precum on the back of your tongue.

you’re careful of your breathing, being sure to take breaths at every opportunity. you lift your hands, gripping tightly onto jisung’s thighs while minho’s hands do the same to your hips. his fingers dig into the flesh, and you know that the skin there will be littered with a bunch of tiny bruises. but you don’t care, bruises are a small price to pay for total pleasure, especially when they don’t hurt at all.

jisung’s hands cradle your head, and he watches the faint outline of his cock in your throat. the sight alone draws a moan from his lips and sends a shudder through his body. your attention is brought back to minho when he begins to slowly rub at your clit with his thumb, and your body jolts slightly from the pleasure. you clench tighter around him in response, making his hips stutter for a moment before he regains his steady rhythm.

“fuck! c-can i cum? please? i n-need to,” jisung pleads, his thrusts into your mouth growing sloppier and sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“of course you can, sungie. go ahead and cum for us,” minho says, and you pick up on the tone with which he speaks. you can hear the almost sinister undertones in his words, but it’s obvious jisung doesn’t, because he releases down your throat with a moan.

he thrusts a few more times until he comes down from his high before stilling inside your mouth. he’s panting, trying to catch his breath before minho speaks up again.

“now, keep going.”

“huh?” jisung’s confused, it’s written all over his face. and there’s slight fear in his eyes. he’s well aware of what minho’s order means, but he doesn’t want to believe it.

“you wanted so badly to cum earlier, even breaking the rules to try and do so. so that’s what you’re gonna do. you’re gonna cum again.”

jisung’s frozen in his spot, and you press your hands harder against the back of his thighs so that he can’t step away. you take the chance to catch your breath as much as you can, taking deep breaths in through your nose while you wait for him to move again. but he doesn’t, each time he tries to thrust again his body shivers in overstimulation, and it stops him. minho takes matters into his own hands.

he thrusts into you with more force than before, causing you to moan around jisung as well as lurch towards jisung. you swallow around him and the younger boy whimpers from the overstimulation, his knees almost buckling beneath him, but you can tell he loves it.

minho grips your thighs, lifting your legs so that they wrap around his torso, and he’s able to thrust into you better, the slight change providing the perfect angle for him to reach deeper inside your tight walls. you can hear his breathing getting ragged, the warmth of your pussy starting to get to him, and his hips stutter every few thrusts.

minho lets out a shaky moan, and you clench around him as tight as you can, beginning to grind your hips up against him for some added friction, while jisung finally regains control of himself, managing to restart shallow thrusts into your throat.

all the nerves in your body are alight once more, and you can feel the knot forming again. you continue moaning around jisung’s cock, and the vibrations are sending him hurtling towards another release of his own. you can tell that minho is also nearing his end, his breathing is heavy, his thrusts are getting sloppy. but he doesn’t want to be the first to finish. he slides one of his hands up your body, leaving goosebumps in his fingertips’ wake before reaching your neck. he wraps his hand around your throat, and jisung’s the first to feel it. he feels the way your throat envelops him tighter, and he lets out such a desperate whine before cumming down your throat without warning. you swallow around him, feeling the way his thick cum slides down the back of your throat. his legs shake when he steps away from you, and he’s quick to lay down on the bed beside you.

minho’s hand stays around your throat as he continues to thrust into you, and he rolls his hips expertly. you’re close, so damn close to your orgasm. but you need something more, anything more, and jisung and minho can both see that. they both know what to do, minho leaning down and bringing one of your nipples into his mouth, while jisung wraps his lips around the other.

they both work in tandem, almost in sync as their tongues flick and swirl over your buds and it’s mere moments before they have you right there, standing on the precipice of ultimate pleasure, teetering on the cliffside, so close that a small gust of wind could push you over. but you fall, of your own volition, into an earth-shattering orgasm.

your entire body moves on its own, writhing, trembling. your head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, legs shaking and twitching around minho’s torso. your back arches, your hips buck up and down over and over again. you’ve never had an orgasm so good, so exquisite, before. minho can tell from the way your walls grip his cock tighter than ever before, the way your mouth hangs open in a silent moan that just can’t seem to escape the confines of your throat.

the almost unbearable tightness of your pussy sends him over, triggering the orgasm that he’s been fending off for longer than he’d like to admit. you’re still lost in the pleasure, blissed out from the best orgasm of your life when minho releases inside you, painting your wall white. it’s only when you both have come down from your highs that both boys detach from your chest, jisung flopping back against the pillows while minho gently pulls out of you.

“you guys good?” minho asks, leaning back, propped up with his arms. you and jisung nod, happy smiles on both your faces. “good, then i’ll go grab us some water.”

he slowly stands up, catching his breath before heading out of the room. you use the moment to quickly go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. and by the time you return to the bedroom, minho is already there, two glasses of water in his hands and one more in jisung’s. minho hands one to you as you sit back down on the bed. it’s not until you drink the cool liquid that you realise just how much your throat aches. it’s faced a lot of use over the course of the session, but you know a scratchy throat is only temporary.

“i really liked your outfits,” minho says, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled in the room.

“thank you,” you and jisung say in unison. you both giggle before you continue.

“i bought them months ago and started to give up hope that they’d even show up.”

“then it’s a really good thing they did because they just might get a lot of use,” minho replies, smiling. “did you both have fun?”

“of course! it was really good,” jisung responds first.

“yeah, i really enjoyed it,” you say.

“i’m glad.” minho grins wider, happy that you both enjoyed it. it always makes him happy to know you both had fun. “what shall we do now? get in the hot tub or watch a movie?”

“who says we can’t do both? hot tub and then a movie,” jisung says.

“i second that motion,” you add.

“alrighty then,” minho replies. “then that’s what we’ll do.”

all three of you make your ways out of the bedroom, stopping to grab a towel each on the way to the backyard. and as you all reach the hot tub, jisung and minho both pulling back the cover, you’re just excited to sink into the nice hot water with both of your loving boyfriends.

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The Five Scares (and one revenge)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having a tendency to scare people, Corpse has gotten used to his friends being jumpy whenever he appears from the void into a Discord call with them. However, the one who has it the roughest with the spooks has to be his partner Y/N. Basically: The five times Corpse scared Y/N and the one time they scared him

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your lovely request it was a real joy to write and I had a ton of fun doing so! Hope you have equally as wonderful of a time if you happen to come across it and give it a read despite the long wait you’ve had to endure which I apologize for. Love, Vy ❤

I

Having had to go home for the night to keep an eye on their roommate’s dog, Y/N and Corpse agreed to have a video call before they fell asleep. They didn’t want to appear like that typical clingy and cheesy couple but after spending almost a whole week curled up in Corpse’s apartment, the two would feel each other’s absence to a very saddening degree to the point where they’d even forget the other isn’t around and would call out to them. 

Letting the call ring, Y/N’s hand comes up to smooth out their hair. However, the touch reveals to them that their hair needs a bit more than a simple tap or a pat to be tamed so while they wait for Corpse to answer the call, they quickly head to their bathroom. Flicking the light on, their reflection greets them with the underwhelming news of the actual state of their hair at the moment: an absolute mess. They proceed to do their best with the single hair-tie they have handy. A bobby pin or two would be neat but they have no time to go and grab one right now, seeing as how they can’t recall if they even brought them back from Corpse’s apartment. If they didn’t, they would have to search their roommate’s room for some which would take an even longer amount of time.

Eventually, they manage to tame it in something closely resembling a presentable ponytail and exit the bathroom feeling more exhausted than before. With a loud sigh, they crash onto their bed, face-first into the sea of pillows, groaning at the slight sting of their muscles relaxing at last.

“Y/N?“ The decently loud mention of their name by a deep, familiar yet sudden and unexpected voice startles them to the point of squealing and jumping an entire inch away from where they were positioned.

They look around their room in a frenzy, wondering where on Earth that voice came from and how it could be here with them right now.

“Y/N, you there?”, before they could locate it, it emerges once again, helping Y/N get an ide of where it’s coming from - somewhere in the messed up bed sheets.

“Corpse?“ They finally find their voice, “Y-yeah I’m here. Question is: how are you...“ and then it all clicks, causing them to twist their face in an expression of utter disappointment and bury it in the palms of their hands, groaning.

“You forgot about the video chat, didn’t you?“ Corpse asks, amusement not even attempted to be hidden in his voice.

“Yup.“

II

It’s been one hell of a day. Y/N’s college lectures exhausted them to a max and their six hour job following their classes did nothing to help them AT ALL. Quite the opposite actually. Makes sense why they look, move and talk the way they’re doing right now: like a ghost, zombie and an elder combined in one. To add to their misfortunes for the day, they were met with the mocking ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign taped to the doors of the elevator, laughing in their face with the information that their hellish experience for the day is far from over.

Just the thought of having to climb to the fifth floor made their stomach turn in the most unpleasant way possible, but the though of how long that would take made matters even worse. Arriving at their designated apartment, they have every right to be pissed, cussing their heart out. 

However, then comes a new problem: the inability to pinpoint the correct key. They proceed to curse themselves, the keys, the door handle and the door itself before punching the poor wood that did no wrong and just stands here, serving its purpose of keeping unwanted people out of the apartment it’s guarding.

Following their anger outburst and front-door-abuse, they proceed to try finding the correct key once again, this time slightly more calmly as to not accidentally miss it in their frantic rifling.

Right as they’re about to try the third key, however, the door opens. Well, it’s opened by someone on the other side, that someone being none other than their boyfriend Corpse who’s currently staring at them wide-eyed, one eyebrow raised, the word ‘confused’ basically written across his face.

While he’s processing the sight in front of him, Y/N lets out a little scream, jumping back and away from the door, a hand placed over their chest as their wide eyes scan their boyfriend who now seems equally terrified as a result of their reaction.

“Corpse?!“ They manage to gasp, barely hearing their own voice over the loud thumping of their heart and the rush of blood in their ears, “What the hell are you doing here?!“

The confusion on Corpse’s face deepens, reaching whole new levels as his eyes gaze deeper into theirs, searching for the meaning behind their bizarre question. “You mean...at my own apartment? What am I doing, at home?“

For a few seconds, the two just stare blankly at one another, processing everything that’s just happened. Suddenly, it all just kinda caves for Y/N and they burst out laughing, doubling over, their arms clutching at their stomach as they do so. Their laughter is contagious, so Corpse can’t help but let out a few chuckles himself.

“Alright, you’ve been driven to insanity, I can tell.“ He mumbles at his reckless partner, coming up behind them and wraps his arms around them, lifting them up and carrying their laughing ass inside.

III

Finally deciding to sit down and get this damn project started, Y/N already feels like they’ve had enough of it, burnout already creeping in and threatening to ruin their work and trip them up every step of the way. It wouldn’t have been so bad had the subject not been one they absolutely despise and wish they could get out of studying but alas they’re stuck with it.

They equip their headphones as soon as they plant their butt on the desk chair in their tiny room in their tiny roommate-shared apartment, putting their Spotify playlist on shuffle as they open a blank Power Point document. They work better with music blasting in their ears since the silence tends to be too loud and distracting when they’re trying to focus. So, that way they can also sing their heart out in peace and not get disturbed by the sound of their own off-key singing. Win-win, basically.

Singing ‘Never Forget You’ by Zara Larsson and MNEK, they get a little carried away, ditching the project to enter a full-blown music video they can imagine down to the detail in their mind.

However, there’s a surprise awaiting them.

As soon as MNEK’s part of the song begins, another voice apart from his echoes through their headphones, singing along to the song. Freaking the fuck out, they let out a loud scream, smacking the headset off them, sending the object falling and landing on their laptop keyboard with a crash that only serves to further startle their roommate’s dog which comes to check if they are being attacked or something only to be disappointed by the lack of action.

When pushing the headphones off, they did so with a force strong enough to snap the cable out of the laptop entirely so now the room is filled with the sound of that same foreign voice laughing his ass off.

A voice that belongs to no other than Corpse Husband himself.

“You gotta learn to disconnect from Discord calls, Y/N.“ The fucker says, still cackling wholeheartedly at his partner’s misery.

Pissed off or not, Y/N would have to admit he’s got a point. But they’d also rather never speak again than admit it so...

“Fuck you!“ is what they say instead, seconds before disconnecting.

IV

Making breakfast is not something either Corpse or Y/N are used to, mostly cause they both either wake up late or skip the meal entirely. Regardless, having been given a day off from work and having no classes since it’s Saturday, Y/N saw no better way to start their day off than to prepare a nice breakfast for them and their boyfriend to enjoy. Problem is: they aren’t the most skilled in the kitchen. Sure they can scramble an egg or make mac and cheese, but in order to do it correctly they are not allowed to have distractions of any kind. Not even music, that’s how you know it’s serious.

Seeing as how Corpse has never seen them cook, he’s obviously unaware of theirs. The dummy straight up waltzes into the kitchen, unintentionally remaining unspotted and unheard by Y/N because he’s barefoot and because they have their back turned to him.

“Whatya cooking over there babe?“

Y/N’s focus bubble, being as thin as it is and considering they initially thought Corpse was still asleep, they have every right to let out the yelp they just did, dropping the egg they were gonna crack over the pan in said pan in its entirety - yes, shell and all.

A moment of silence commences: regretful on Corpse’s end and frustrated on theirs. Neither of them dares to say anything to avoid triggering the other. Well, that’s the case until Y/N decides enough’s enough and they turn to look at him, a wide, obviously fake smile plastered onto their face.

“Scrambled eggs, following a secret recipe, property of the L/N family.“

Seems like your pre-breakfast snack is an extra large dose of sarcasm, huh?

V

“So, how was your day? You sound pretty chipper so I take it wasn’t a nightmare like a few days ago.“ Corpse comments over the phone, listening to shuffling and shifting as Y/N moves around the apartment, getting ready to head out.

“It was great actually. Got some important results back and, not to brag or anything, but they were higher than I expected.“ They reply, a genuine wide grin refusing to leave their face as they silently count the amount of money they’ve got in their wallet. “I’m gonna go buy a cake so we can celebrate it. It’s no small deal, trust me, especially not when I initially thought I’d fail both these exams to the point of being pitied.“

“Wait...-“ Corpse attempts, his voice suddenly sounding strained and urgent but that’s the very reason he cannot seem to find or get the right words out of his system. Not that Y/N gives him any time to figure it out.

“No Corpse, you cannot change my mind. Cake and beers, we’re celebrating toni- SHIT!“ They scream as they throw open the front door, bumping square into someone standing on the other side, almost dropping their phone.

Taken aback by embarrassment and fear, they leap back, their eyes searching for the ones of the person whose personal space they just invaded. Well, to be fair, he was the one invading their personal space by standing right outside the door to their - well, to Corpse’s apartment.

The fear and irritation die down almost instantly when Y/N recognizes the person standing opposite them.

“Mind telling me why we’re talking on the phone when you could’ve come in and we could’ve had a normal person conversation?!“ They snap, ironically enough - they’re still holding the phone to their ear.

So is Corpse whos is smiling guiltily, “That’s why I called, I forgot my keys, but I got...carried...sorry.”

Well, at least this serves as proof Y/N’s not the only forgetful one.

                                                            ~  ~  ~

Corpse has been stuck in his recording room for four hours now, never stopping his stream to take care of his basic human needs such as eating or going to the bathroom. This behavior of his has Y/N worried sick and unable to focus on the task at hand - an assignment they’ve been trying to finish for two hours now, sitting with their computer on their lap and looking hopelessly at the blank Word document waiting for them to fill it up while they are waiting for it to start writing itself.

Seeing as how neither are gonna happen, not until Y/N puts their mind at ease, they slowly put the laptop aside, standing up to carefully skip on over to Corpse’s recording room to check on him, stopping by the kitchen to grab him a snack and a bottle of water along the way.

The door to the darkened room is open a crack, as usual, suggesting they can enter without knocking - this also means he’ll probably not hear them even if they knock so the whole gesture would be pointless. Not that Y/N has a tendency to knock or anything... Waltzing in, they find that the only light in the room is the very faint and dark glow of the computer screen which is displaying a dark and dingy room from a first-person view of the protagonist of whatever game Corpse’s currently playing.

“Corpse?!“ They whisper-yell/hiss at him, trying their best to grasp his attention without startling him - they don’t need to be told that the game is of the horror genre and the last thing they need is for their boyfriend to flip backwards and fall out of his chair because they scared the shit out of him. “Hey?!“

Neither attempts prove futile so, despite their best instincts telling them differently, they walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder. The reaction, while within the realm of expectancy, is a lot more startled than they expected, accompanied by a scream on top of all. They’d never heard him scream in fear before, it’s quite amusing if they’re being honest.

They suppress a snicker as Corpse’s wide open eyes meet their squinting ones in the darkness, “Y/N...babe...what is it? Is everything ok?”

Y/N rolls their eyes, “No, everything isn’t ok. Your unhealthy habit of forgetting to take care of yourself, for example.” They put the snack and the bottle on the his desk, giving him their best disappointed-parent look before turning on their heel to strut their way out of the room. However, just as they are about to make their exit, they stop right at the doorframe, giving their stunned one final glance over their shoulder with a smug smirk playing across their face, “Oh and by the way, that’s what I like to call revenge.” Just like that, they leave, pushing the door back into its previous position.

And boy, is it some sweet, sweet revenge.

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