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myballsyourballs · 2 years
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Itto x male reader smut modern au reader is what’s considered a quiet kid and ittos that loud extrovert guy who always talks too the quiet kid expect he attualy succeeds in making the quiet kid like him because he’s just that nice one day the reader is stuck in detention with itto cleaning up the auditorium when he randomly said “yknow I bet I could make you loud really quickly, They say it’s always the quiet ones after all” and your just like “huh-“ a few minutes later lots of shits happening I guess he was right he did make him loud part of his reason was cause the reader was kinda cranky at him for getting him in trouble so he tried the last thing that could make you speak too him
quiet kid, huh?
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top! itto x bottom! m! reader
warnings/tags: slight dacryphilia, slight overstim, groping, grinding, dry humping, fingering
genre: smut 😏
notes: i love itto with all my heart
also anon you didn't have to request twice, sorry if this took too long i got writers block in the middle of writing it, but i promise if you request i’m going to get to it eventually 😭😭
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THE CLOCKED TICKED. Time seemed to pass so slowly in the suffocating air of the auditorium. You were in detention. Cleaning up the large expanse of dark wooden floors and tacky plastic seats.
Currently, you were angry. Itto had so very kindly gotten you into this situation, and he wasn’t helping you get out of it. You were a quiet kid — one that preferred to stay invisible to most. Getting into detention sort of ruined that.
When Itto began to talk to you, breaking your invisible façade, you found yourself enjoying his company. He was kind. Funny, strong, determined and overall just a good person. You supposed you weren’t really surprised when you started to like him.
Now though? God, you were angry. If it wasn’t for Itto, you’d be at home by now, reading something or maybe watching a movie. Something that was far more entertaining than cleaning the auditorium.
“Hey!” Itto yelled suddenly, holding up a small piece of plastic in his hand, “I found a chocolate wrapper!”
You rolled your eyes. You were bored and Itto wasn't helping. The broom you had swept the floor with gentle strokes, any litter or dust gathering around the base of it. You wanted to get out of here as fast as possible and you had barely done any cleaning. You swept faster.
“Are you giving me the silent treatment?” Itto whined, shoulders deflating. You glared at him. “You are!”
He looked offended, a hand on his chest and jaw wide open. You both stared at each other for a minute, before Itto’s features morphed back to normal, and then into an expression that was almost… cocky?
“Y’know,” Itto started, “I bet I could make you loud really quickly.”
You tilted your head towards him, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.
“They say it’s always the quiet ones, after all.”
He surged forward, taking large, powerful strides towards you. Lips met yours, unexpectedly soft ones at that. The brief clattering of the broom that you had been holding barely registered in your ears, and your eyes widened. This was not how detention was supposed to go. For a moment, you forgot how to respond. You stood frozen, eyes wide open.
Itto's left hand met your waist, his right travelling up to the back of your neck -- pulling you closer.
Snapping out of your trance, your eyes fluttered closed, Your hands fastened themselves onto Itto’s broad shoulders, ascending until they met his silky hair. Why'd I have to get a crush on this guy of all people? Itto groaned into your mouth, and as if spurred on by you, his movements became more desperate.
A hand slipped up your shirt, quickly traversing up and brushing over a hardened nipple. To catch your breath, you pulled apart from him, letting heaving pants escape your lips. Itto took advantage of his now free mouth, placing hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against the junction between your neck and shoulder.
Letting out a breathy sigh, your fingers knotting into the back of Itto's hair, Itto bit down slightly -- pain radiated on your skin from his unnaturally sharp teeth. Your hands tugged on his hair, and he groaned. "Not the hair, please," he breathily spoke, very clearly not angry. Itto looked at you, bright amber eyes clouded with lust. "Look at you... all flustered..." his irises swam with desire, teeth biting into his cheek. His hand ran up and down your waist, thumb rubbing circles into your smooth skin. After a minute of silence, you spoke again.
"...Who's quiet now?" you murmured, only a whisper.
Itto blinked.
His grip on you tightened, "That's right," he chuckled, the corners of his mouth raising into a small smirk, "I'm making you loud today."
He shoved you, lowering you to the floor quickly but carefully. Disoriented, you looked up at Itto. His lips crashed back onto yours, desperation clear as they parted and his tongue dipped out to swipe at your lip. Your legs spread instinctively.
His hands pressed against the floor on either side of your head. And then his leg moved forward, in-between yours, slowly, until his knee reached the very prominent tent in your pants. You moaned loudly into the kiss, nails scraping against the floor beneath you. You raised your hands to his back, settling over his shoulders and harshly pressing your fingertips into his clothes. Itto's mouth stretched into a smirk as he felt you rutting against his leg. He pulled away.
"Excited, aren't you?” He rested his forehead on yours.
He grinned, grinding his knee harder into you. You brought a hand up to your mouth, muffling your pleasured whimpers into your palm.
"Hey!” Itto snarled, moving a hand from beside your head to harshly grab your hips — likely enough to bruise. “I said I was gonna make you loud, yeah? Don’t cover up your cute little noises…” he whined, giving a soft smile when you lowered your hand.
You whined in embarrassment, and he chuckled. He straightened slightly — now just on his knees — and lifted his shirt over his head swiftly, throwing it to someplace on the floor nearby. Your mouth watered at the sight before you.
Itto, with his massive pecs and taut muscles that rippled underneath his skin whenever he moved. Itto, with his red tattoos that stretched along the expanse of his body. Itto, who was now leaning down to you and shoving his hands back up your shirt.
“I’m taking this off,” Itto murmured, whipping up the hem of your shirt and bringing it over your head and arms. He looked in awe of you, rubbing his hands up and down your sides and then moving his thumbs to brush over your nipples. You flinched.
He moved his hands down slowly, resting on your stomach before stopping at the waistband. “May I?”
Itto smiled when you nodded, and his hand moved down to your bulge. Letting out a very breathy moan, your brows furrowed. Was he…?
He dug the heel of his palm straight into your dick, chuckling when you choked out a moan. Whimpering, you rolled your hips up into his hand and he pulled away. “Don’t want you cumming in your pants. You’re gonna cum with me inside you.”
Itto undid your button and fly, pulling down your pants swiftly and taking them completely off your legs. You shivered at the cool air. Itto’s hand returned to your cock, rubbing you gently through your boxers.
He slid a finger into the waistband, and pulled down quickly. As your embarrassingly hard cock bounced, he breathed out shakily. “You’re so pretty… pretty boy…”
He undid his pants messily, standing up in order to take them off faster. Now that he was just in his boxers, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the clear bulge of his dick held within the tight fabric. Shit, he was massive.
You snapped out of it when you felt a cold liquid spread over your hole. Itto watched your rim flutter around nothing, placing the small bottle of lube to the side. He rubbed his fingertips over your hole, watching as you shuddered. “I want you to prepare yourself.”
“…What?” you mumbled, confused.
“Finger yourself. Prepare yourself for me,” he smiled, easing his hand. His pointy nails glimmered with the sheen of lube on them. “I’ve got sharp nails.”
Embarrassment washed over you, but you obliged nonetheless. As your finger penetrated your hole, your legs shook slightly, closing in on themselves. Itto’s hands roughly grabbed your thighs and shoved them apart, staring at you with interest. You gulped. Continuing, you added another finger, back arching as you scissored them inside your hole. “Faster,” Itto commanded.
You whimpered. Thrusting out your fingers faster and moving your hips to meet them. The wet, squelching sounds resounded into the air of the auditorium. You went even faster, adding a third finger and outwardly moaning at the feeling. Your cock twitched, pre-cum sliding down it tantalisingly.
Itto’s hand grabbed your wrist, pulling it away and holding it above your head. He grabbed your other hand, too, securing it underneath his palm. “Good enough.”
As he took his dick out of boxers one-handed, you blanched. You didn’t think any amount of preparation would be good enough to fit in... that. He grinned at you, lining up the blunt head with your hole. Gently, he pushed the head of his cock inside you, slowly and carefully. You whined at the stretch, hands clenching into fists. “H-Holy fuck…” Itto gasped out shakily, “Ohhh… you feel so good,” he cautiously gyrated his hips, only fucking you with the tip for now.
"Mhnn... ah... can you... ah-- r-release my— haaa…hands?"
Itto looked up at where he held your wrists with his hand. He contemplated for a moment. "Will you be louder?" He stopped moving for a moment.
"Y-Yes, I swear..." you murmured, trying to resist moving your hips down to get some kind of friction against Itto's thick cock.
"Then sure."
He dropped your hands, smiling as you immediately tangled them around his neck. Without warning, Itto bottomed out, slamming his hips forwards and shoving his cock completely into you. He watched in awe as your puffy, stretched rim swallowed his cock, your gummy walls deliciously tight around him.
"AH-- fuck--!" you moaned out, back arching off the floor. Itto began to start thrusting rhythmically, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the empty auditorium.
"L-Louder, come on..." He let out a moan, head tipping back.
"MMm-- h-harder...!" you choked out, tears welling into your eyes as they rolled into the back of your head.
He paused, causing you to sob out a protest. Hands fastened underneath your knees, raising your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. Itto bottomed out once again. He slammed into you, gripping onto your hips for dear life and upping his pace.
“Ahn…. fuhhh—ck…!” you sobbed out, legs shaking messily on Itto’s shoulders as his relentless pounding only increased in speed. The curve of his cock brushed over your prostate at every thrust, driving you completely mad with pleasure. A series of ‘ah’s’ spilled out of your mouth and you babbled inaudible words, sobbing over just how good it felt.
“That’s right, pretty boy… moan for me,” Itto pulled out until only his thick, blunt head was resting in your ass, then thrusting forward as deeply as he possible could. Your back arched off of the auditorium floor, a moan that sounded more like a scream escaping your throat. Itto breathed out shakily, “Fuck, you’re so… t-tight around me…”
You clenched harder at his words. Itto’s hips stuttered.
Your neglected cock laid between your bodies, weeping copious amounts of pre-cum onto your heaving stomach. His hand reached over and gave a sharp tug to it — you sobbed, rutting your hips against his hand whilst he rigorously pounded into you. “Please, please please please please..!” you didn’t even know what you were pleading for. Itto seemed to know.
A white-hot pleasure soon enveloped your senses, pulling you to your orgasm. Vaguely, you registered a scream exiting your throat and your back arching off of the floor once more. White, sticky cum coated your chest and Itto’s stomach.
Itto kept fucking you.
“Fuck, fuck! T-That was so… haaa… hot— ahn…” he breathed out shakily, thrusting harder into you.
“I-Itto! I just— a-AH—n… came—”
“I know, pretty boy,” Itto moaned, hair falling forward as he dipped his head. He kissed your cheeks, wiping away the tears, “Just a little— haaa… l—longer—” his hips stuttered again, cock twitching inside of you as he came with a moan of your name. Ropes of cum stained your insides as Itto used your hole through his orgasm, his muscles tending and his eyes rolling back. It was like you were milking him, swallowing up every drop of cum he had. Closing his eyelids, he deflated, panting into your neck.
The two of you rested, Itto’s cock slowly softening inside you. “Hey…” he mumbled, a slight rasp to his voice. “Are you still mad… or should we go for round two…?”
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arlert-angel · 3 years
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being with streamer/gamer eren would be absolute chaos.
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he'd definitely be a gamer that raged.
rage quitting, swearing at everything, and if he was feeling especially frustrated he'd end up hitting his desk with a loud bang.
lots of your friends asked you if the sounds of eren's shouts and swears while he gamed bothered you, but you always said it didn't. they all wondered how you put up with it, especially since eren would stream late into the night.
the only time he ever seemed relaxed while gaming was whenever he got you to play with him.
he was too focused on teasing you or helping you in the whatever game you guys were playing to get upset at his gameplay.
his viewers would always make jokes about how different eren was with you, sometimes going as far as making a meme or video, but you both didn't mind. some of them were actually really funny and you'd react to them on his channel from time to time.
when he would have a particularly bad stream or frustrating time, you knew you were the only one who could help him destress.
so, why not gain some pleasure out of it while you were helping him feel better? two birds, one stone type of deal.
frustrated eren almost went hand in hand with horny eren, and you loved to use that to your advantage.
eren wasn't dumb, he knew you wanted him to take out his frustrations on your pussy or body, but he also didn't mind. he appreciated the help and also wanted his own release.
and it was absolutely explosive.
eren hitting you from behind, shoving your face into the mattress as he hits the soft spot in your gummy walls, over and over.
his hand smacking your ass harshly before smoothing it over with gentle rubs.
"fucking slut, creaming on my cock, you were soaking before i even touched you."
you wouldn't be able to reply, barely getting enough air as it was. each hard thrust eren was pounding into you was stealing your breath away.
"eren, please!" you'd beg, whimper, cry. none of it would matter.
this was about him, not you. this was for his pleasure, not yours. he was working out his frustrations. it wasn't his fault you were getting off without him even trying to help.
"where do you want me to cum?" eren's deep groans always made your pussy clench just a little tighter. he was ignoring your pleas, but regardless you were getting closer to your peak.
"inside, inside me, please." your hands were splayed out across the sheets, gripping so hard your hands were losing blood flow.
"cum with me baby, i can feel you squeezing around me," eren's thrusts never lost rhythm as he hoisted your limp body slightly higher, making you see stars.
your pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock, both you moaning in unison.
"yeah, that's it baby, milk me," eren's warm cum flooding your pussy only would lengthen your own climax, causing your arms to give out entirely.
your body and your cunt absolutely spent.
"are you feeling better?" you'd mumble as eren helped you clean up, and then would tuck you in properly.
"much better, thank you darling."
yeah, you didn't mind his loud raging at all.
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natsfirecat · 2 years
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This a request if you feel comfortable doing Preggo r
So Y/n has a song that she’s always dances to no matter what. and mama Y/n is preggo so when Nat wants wants a little(big) smile she turns on the song randomly just to see Y/n do her little waddle dance cuz Y/n is so big! I can’t help but meet at the ideas lol I’ve had this in mind and I think it would be really cute as a fic
Dancing Forever With You
pairing: Natasha Romanoff x pregnant!reader
word count: 823 (sorry it's so short dgfjkhfdsjkh)
warnings: none, lmk if i need to add any!
A/N: hope you enjoy anon! also you didn't specify which song so my swiftie self chose 😌
"Stay stay stay, I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time,"
You spun around in a circle, bouncing in your step.
"You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad,"
You practically skipped to the corner of the room picking up a pillow, spinning around with it.
"But I think that it's best if we both stay,"
You bounced a few more times, hugging the pillow close to your chest.
"Stay... stay, stay, stay, stay!"
In the middle of your turn, you heard the door open.
Standing there, was the redhead you had spent the last few months trying to impress.
You had been crushing on Natasha Romanoff from the beginning. Her green eyes definitely made your heart flutter; but her soft voice, and overall caring demeanor gave you the most butterflies.
So, you spent the last several months trying to work up the courage to confess your feelings and ask her out. A few days ago, you had finally done that and she had agreed to a date with you.
But now, you were standing there completely mortified.
"Why'd you stop?" She asked, smiling at you.
You tilted your head to the side, confused.
"You looked adorable, why'd you stop?"
Your cheeks flushed red as she stepped closer to you.
Before you knew it, she took your hands in hers and began dancing with you. She was bouncing and laughing, just as you had been earlier.
The smile soon reappeared on your face as she spun you, giggles erupting from both of you.
She spun you around, then pulled you into her chest from behind.
The song still rang throughout the room as she spun you again. You were smiling wider than ever, still bouncing along to the beat as you kept your hands connected to hers.
It was in that moment that you realized you loved her.
Sure, you had feelings built up for a long time, and you had been ecstatic when you found out they were reciprocated.
But dancing in your room together without a care in the world made you feel the happiest you had ever been.
You loved her.
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As it would turn out, things worked out between the two of you. Seven years had passed since then, and now you were married and pregnant with her child.
You were eight months along, and quite honestly ready to meet your daughter and no longer be pregnant.
You were currently curled up next to your wife on the couch. Natasha could sense that you were in pain, squirming around and readjusting yourself to try to get comfortable.
You let out a frustrated sigh. At this point, you could almost feel tears forming at how frustrated you were. You just wanted to be comfortable!
Natasha noticed this. Normally in this situation, she would just allow you to use her as a human pillow in the hopes that you would be even just a little bit more comfortable.
But as she noticed your eyes watering up, she knew even that wouldn't help.
So, she got up without a word. You made a pouty face, whining as you reached your arms out towards your wife. Even if your human pillow couldn't make you more comfortable, you still wanted her with you.
She ignored your protests, walking to the edge of the room. From there, she synced her phone to the bluetooth speakers.
Before you knew it, you began to hear the familiar intro music of your favorite song. Your wife just smiled encouragingly.
"I'm pretty sure we almost broke up last night, I threw my phone across the room at you,"
You felt a smile creep onto your face. Soon enough, you adjusted yourself so you were standing.
"I was expecting some dramatic turn away, but you..... stayed,"
Your attempt of walking toward the center of the room was basically just waddling.
"This morning I said we should talk about it, 'cause I read you should never leave a fight, unresolved,"
By now, Natasha's smile had grown as big as yours as you continued waddling.
"And that's when you came in wearing a football helmet and said 'okay let's talk'"
Now, both your smiles were growing even more as she stepped closer to you.
"And I said, stay, stay, stay,"
You giggled as she connected her hands to yours.
"And I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time,"
You couldn't exactly bounce along to the beat, but that didn't stop you from swaying back and forth as your wife bounced all around you.
"You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad,"
She held your hand up, prompting you to spin in a circle, giggling once again.
"But I think that it's best if we both stay,"
You kept your fingers interlaced with hers, leaning up against her.
"I love you so much, Natty,"
She kissed the top of your head.
"Love you more."
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bigb5ngaregods · 3 years
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ship: nyongtory
prompt: lyrical
character count (excluding spaces): 4522
trigger warnings: none
genre: romance
[ wrote. ] by seunoyuu
( nyongtory oneshots at 3AM )
❛ ━━━━━━・❪ ❁ ❫ ・━━━━━━ ❜
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"Romeo, save me. I've been feeling so alone." Jiyong softly sang as he washed the dishes. The pink haired male hummed quietly as Seungri sat on the counter with his phone. Usually songs would be playing on the speakers, but Seungri kept quiet as he's been scolded for playing songs too loud.
Jiyong wiped his hands as he turned around, "Seungri-ah, do you still remember how to play the piano? I need some random chords to be made." he suddenly asked, going into the bedroom as he looked around, inside the closets and all the other rooms. "did you sell your keyboard?" he asked, Seungri being caught off guard. The younger stood, following him, "I do still remember, and yeah, I sold my keyboard." he said, Jiyong sighing softly.
„You picked me up and led the way.”
Jiyong scratched his head and pulled his phone out, "open your garageband or whatever app." he said, placing the phone on landscape and placing them down beside each other on the piano's screen. He adjusted the screens to match like a real life piano. Jiyong pointed at the phones before stepping away. He turned on screen recording on his own phone and asked Seungri to try and play a random melody that he randomly thought of the top of his head.
Seungri was puzzled, the other was just washing the dishes and then the topic switched like lightning. He softly sighed, Jiyong was naturally this spontaneous, especially when comfortable. The white haired lad paused, staring at the two phones as Jiyong had his back facing him. He randomly tapped three chords together and placed his hands back down, waiting for Jiyong to say something.
„Made me smile on the darkest of days.”
The other didn't say anything, but his head was nodding back and forth without a single word coming out of the other. "Hyung." Seungri called him out, Jiyong not responding as his eyes were closed. The elder was caught up in his own world, staying quiet for a couple of minutes.
"Jiyongie." Seungri raised his voice a little with his informal call, Jiyong turning off with his eyebrows raised. "Hm?" he asked.
Seungri blinked at him with a dull face, "the piano?" he reminded the other, politely pointing at it, stopping Jiyong's screen recorder and deleting the long long video.
His eyes got distracted to see photos of himself, "Hyung, are you taking pictures of me sleeping?" he asked with a startled tone.
„I'm glad I was able to find someone like you.”
Jiyong ranted a little, "Sorry, I was thinking of a new song– WAIT, DON'T DELETE THEM!" he yelled as he realised what Seungri had caught.
The younger stood up from his chair, holding Jiyong's phone and going through the photos. For once, the tables seemed to have turned. Usually others would have photos of Seungri, him bugging people to delete them. He moved away from the table, starting to walk off as Jiyong hurried to his side. He tried to snatch the phone from the younger, who scrolled through the gallery.
Seungri was selecting photos of himself that he didn't like, Jiyong trying to seize the phone back, "SEUNGRI, PLEASE DON'T DELETE THEM!" Jiyong begged, continuing to bug the other. Seungri didn't reply, rather avoided Jiyong's grabby hands and continued to use the phone.
„Thank you for every moment that we spent together.”
Jiyong struggled as the two moved around the house, Seungri trying to push off Jiyong multiple times. He'd often attempt to get inside a room and lock the door, but Jiyong had other plans and ruined Seungri's goal.
After a good ten minutes of the two running around, playfully threatening each other just to gain control of the cell phone, they finally stopped. Seungri handed Jiyong's phone back, sitting down with his own. The elder rushed to check his gallery and pouted at the one who rested. "Agh! Seungri, I was gonna have hyung make a collage of you! Maybe even get a poster or something... Why'd you do that?!" he yelled with frustration, grumpy and crossing his arms.
„We were both young at first glance.”
Seungri grinned with a quiet snicker from him. He stood up and slowly headed to the other, quite tired. He hugged him tightly, letting go after a few seconds. "Because why take photos of only me looking like that, when we should be having photos of the both of us in it?" he tried to convince the elder, Jiyong looking at him then to the side.
His pout softened, slowly turning into a smile. Jiyong hugged him, "Damn you, Lee Seunghyun." he said, squeezing the younger for a brief second.
Seungri smiled, giggling as he saw Jiyong break. He held the elder's hands and led him somewhere, walking backwards. "Damn me, indeed, baby. Now, if you do this one task, you can work on getting more photos of us and me from the hyungs, or maybe work on the song you were thinking of." he said, placing Jiyong's hands on the sink that was half filled with unfinished dishes that Jiyong had left alone earlier.
"I made dinner, it's only fair." Seungri smiled, handing Jiyong gloves and a dirty plate. "Better finish quickly, hyung." the younger said, walking off and gently slapping Jiyong's behind before sitting back down.
„It's our love story, my dearest Lee Seunghyun.” he sang, the crowd roaring. Jiyong stood in the middle of the stage, alone with a single spotlight. Not a single backup dancer in sight as the song reached its climax, yet all Jiyong did was stare into the camera. He stared with a soft gaze, smiling a little as he knew that Seungri watched. "사랑해 이승현. (I love you, Lee Seunghyun.)" he said into the microphone, throwing up a finger heart.
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