#all confused and whiny and stupid

[lemonlover1110]

Pairing: Sukuna x f!Reader

Summary: You make sure to decorate your boyfriend's cast, a stupid task if you ask him.

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Content

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You hum to yourself as you color in the hearts of your drawing. Your blank canvas: your husband’s cast. Sukuna stares at you, pure boredom in his eyes as you draw on his arm. He sighs, making it clear that he wants you to finish up soon.

“That won’t make me go any faster.” You tell him, grabbing a pink sharpie to give the cast some color. He clicks his tongue.

“Can’t have my arm. Can’t have my freedom.” He complains, acting as if you’re holding him hostage.

“Use your phone.” You tell him, adding more doodles to your canvas. By the end of this, it’ll look like a child took control over Sukuna’s injury. 

“Can’t type shit with one hand.” He says, making you roll your eyes. Just a whiny baby all around, but what else did you expect from Sukuna? You’ve taken care of him during flu season, you know what you’re in for.

“Sukuna, I didn’t tell you to get into a fight.” You tell him, grabbing a highlighter to give your artwork a pop. He really should stop you before he has to stare at a walking headache for months, but he doesn’t have the energy to.

“I was defending you.” He points out, earning a glare from you. He ends up muttering, “I guess he wasn’t staring at you like that.”

“You guess? The dude ended up being gay, if anything he was checking you out.” You argue, and Sukuna huffs. “You have to stop being so jealous, Suku. Next time it won’t be three guys but a whole crowd jumping you and you won’t be able to handle it.”

“I fought off three guys, didn’t I?” He replies, and you roll your eyes. Yes, but he ended up with a broken arm. It’s not a good argument, but you won’t go back and forth with him. 

You grab another marker, uncapping it and bring it up to your nose. He furrows his brows, and before he can ask about your weird attitude, you bring it up to his nose and order, “Sniff.”

“What? Is there cocaine in there?” Sukuna asks before he sniffs, smelling the grape scent. Once you know he’s smelled it, you continue to doodle on his arm. “Great, now it’ll smell like fake grapes.”

“When will you stop complaining?” You stick your tongue out at him.

“Give me a hand. My left one is useless.” He suggests, and you furrow your brows. You’re truly confused.

“What do you mean? You broke your right arm.” You point out before you notice a stupid smirk on his face. That’s the moment it clicks. “I’m not jerking you off because you misjudged a situation.”

“When I told you to give me a hand, I didn’t necessarily mean a hand. You have other assets.” He says, making you click your tongue. 

“Tough luck, pass me the green.”

[sleep-0-deprived]

Could you do Dom! Yan teacher and Yan Bully fighting over a himbo reader?

Yan teacher vs Yan bully x male reader imagines~! ໒꒰ྀི˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ꒱ྀི১

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Jus imaginin you bein a star football player- bein all handsome N’ fit but a total dummy— as oblivious to your surroundings as ever and boy if the captain of your team didn’t let you know jus how stupid he thinks you are!…oh he’s plain O’l cruel, makin you stay after practice slapping you for your mistakes grabbing your ass N’ groping you secretly on tha field like he owns you- he loves havin you to himself N’ making jokes bout you infront of everyone else but boy if he isn’t totally smitten by you…he’s full blown infatuated to the point where it’s insane? I mean he beats you bloody jus to see you look at him all pathetic

Jus imaginin bein a total pet for your college professor, I mean all tha extra tutorin has you close with him is all? That’s just it right!..? But oh no he’s dead set you’re his pretty boy- his pretty baby N’ all you can do is sit wide eyed like a pursed puppy before him, gosh he’d eat you alive if he could- he’d squish you N’ grab you like a lil boy toy but he can’t with that big O’l meanie who’s always by your side, but boy if your professor doesn’t like playin your hero, swoop in an Savin that pretty jaw from his blows.

Jus imaginin your bully givin up bein sweet on you, he starts bein all mean again, punching you N’ gripping you tight makin your big eyes swell up jus so he can angrily try N’ make out with you— poor you bein all confused not even protesting when his flushed cock is in your face, his tip all mushroomed and leakin all over the shaft N’ pressing into your inner cheek— he loves the way you pout, all sloppy with your drool on the ground sitting on your knees is a picture perfect sight to him. Of course your professor finds out, he won’t even look you N’ your eyes after that!

Jus imaginin your professor givin you the silent treatment- gaslighting and tearin your pretty boy status down til your needy and apologetic practically beggin for his forgiveness- these two men were ruinin you- a once happy go lucky man bein twisted into a toxic relationship between two big O’l meanies…N’ why was riding your professors cock the only way to get his forgiveness? “Mh, sirr- are you sure there isn’t a’nother wayy~” your voice is whiny gripping onto his desk with lewd plaps fillin up the room havin his hand on your hip with your lips pressing together forming an ‘O’ shape while his hands rest on your hips liftin and droppin you on his cock havin your insides squished to his size.

Jus imaginin your bully findin out about you and your professor— seein your flushed face and your limp when you show up for practice, it doesn’t take a genius to see you jus took the fuckin of a life time an’ he was full of rage that he wasn’t the man that gave it too ya. Oh how your poor body never catches a break- you’re bent over in the locker room grippin for dear life while he jus grunts and huffs angrily in your ear like a upset dog, your rim burns from bein stretched too long N’ your inner walls are all bruised N’ slick still from your professors cock- he can feel it and he knows you can too.

Jus imaginin the two men tryin to be at each others throats when you turn away N’ playing all nice when you’re around, your bully bein all ruthless T’ you jus so your professor can swoop in N’ be your savior, jus thinkin your bully tryin to be nice f’ once when he sees how close you are T’ the professor—maybe if he sweetens up he can have ya. Your bully bein mean to you until he sees you tuck tail and runin to Him..oh boy if that didn’t make his blood boil seeing you all clingy to that dumb old man—

[yougavememyopia]

Crybaby yandere, whose teardrops you could collect in a big jar. He wasn't good at many things— styling his messy tangled hair, fixing his wrinkled and untidy clothes— he was terrible at taking care of himself. Bawling his eyes out after failing to do a simple task.

He knew he was pathetic. A whiny useless mess. He was miserable enough, and then he had to fall in love with you. His attempts at wooing you always ended up a huge failure. Even before speaking about his feelings, he'd taste the salty droplets pouring down.

So he resorted to stalking you. His glistening eyes watching you throughout the day. He wasn't very subtle. You could hear his footsteps, his sniffling— not good at being sneaky. It was obvious that he was following you around like a lost child.

He was quick to sob no matter what kind of reaction you showed him. A smile, a frown, a glare. No matter what you did, he'd still cried a river. You were confused. Confused what he was always blubbering about. Not understanding his incoherent sentences.

"I-I just... hic… y-you're all I have… hic… I-I c-can’t—hic… I’m so s-stupid!"

You'd tell him to slow down and breathe. Rubbing his back or petting his head. You had to hug him tightly, feeling his tears soaking your clothes as his shoulders slowly stopped shaking.

You wondered how a person like him could exist— so melancholic, in need of tender loving care. (And more importantly, if he was dehydrated or not. You were really concerned.)

You had to admit; you loved seeing his face after his crying died down. Puffy eyes. Quivering pout. Red nose. You had no idea what he was even crying about, but it felt nice to see his slight smile after when you hand him a chocolate bar.

He managed to eventually speak with you normally thanks to your kindness. He wanted to do better for you. He wanted to be better for you.

That didn't stop his creepy side from taking over. He'd steal your things. Anything that had a scent of you on them soothed him. A t-shirt of yours that he could wear to bed. A pillow with the smell of you lingering on it.

He was a weirdo. He knew that, and he felt so guilty for all he did. All those items he took without permission. Just to have small pieces of you with him that he took comfort in.

He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat. He couldn't drink. He felt sick. Lovesick. He longed for your touch; your gentle arms wrapping around him and telling him everything was going to be okay.

He didn't stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. Blinking them to clear his sight; your house coming into view. He longed to see you. Craved to be with you. Not caring about how late it was.

He broke into your house. Legs wobbling and head spinning. Seeking the right room. You jolted awake, screaming at the touch of the unknown shadow looming over you.

“I d-didn’t mean to s-scare you… hic… I just wanted to s-see you. Please-please don't look at me like I'm a m-monster..”

You sighed in relief when you heard the familiar sob. His shaking body immediately falling onto yours. Arms snaked around your midriff, face buried deep in your neck. He panted hot breaths, your body shivering in response. His hands clutching your shirt with panic.

You shushed him, breathing in the shampoo from his hair. Slightly groggy after being awakened from a deep slumber, you managed to open your mouth to speak. "Don't cry... Mmh... Wait, how'd you know where I lived?"

"I can't- can't take it a-anymore! Hic… I need you to t-take, hic, care of me. I neeeed you to! I can't.. I can't live without you. Hic!"

He shifted to the other side of the bed. Wasting no time to bury his face in your chest instead. It belonged there. Right where he could hear your heartbeat. You felt him nuzzle into you— his cheek rubbing your side and his fingers grazing right under your ribs. He began whining and moaning about how useless and terrible he was.

"Please, t-take me. Love... hic, love me! I wanna be yours! For your eyes only. Please? Hic. I dunno know if- If I can do anything without you."

He was starting to be less hysteric— when enveloped by your warmth and scent, he felt safe. The last tears dripped down his chin into the fabric of your shirt. Your entangled fingers in his hair enough to make him go quiet.

Your hummed filled the silence. "I don't know what to say, this is all so sudden. I mean, there's so many things wrong with this situation."

"But-but.. please?" He groaned as he looked up at you. "I wanna be next to you through whatever you do. Wanna be yours. Y-your... babyboy. Please! I'll try not to become a b-burden if that's what you're worried about."

You closed your eyes. His mind was set on convincing you that the two of you should be together already. He whimpered at the loss of your hand in his hair. "Are-are you mad at me? Do you hate... me?"

You could feel a new storm coming, so you quickly shushed him. "No, no. It's just really late." You used your free hand to cover your yawn. "Let's just sleep, yeah? Too sleepy to think."

"Oh. Um, yeah." His chest warmed up at your suggestion. You turned to your side to hug him properly. A leg pressed on his hip and an arm around his upper torso. "G'night."

He stiffened at first but then relaxed as the realization sank in. You were actually letting him stay, even holding him like a body pillow. He never felt more happy. Whispering "I love you" and "I'm yours" as he fell asleep with you.

Pt. 2

[saotoru]

pussydrunk

or when you make leon kennedy pussydrunk

cw fem!reader, pussywhipped leon, dumbification, implied cum eating + oral, thigh riding, slight breeding. minors do not interact

re2 leon

leon swears you’re going to the death of him.

at least that’s how it feels when you straddle him and shallowly fuck his tip, and only his tip, slipping him in and out over and over and over. leon swears he’s going to cum from just this. he can’t take it. not when you’re so wet and hot and tight around his sensitive head that he cries, squirming and thrashing when you squeeze around him. “don’t… don’t do that! stop… you’re g-gonna make me cum-“

another roll of your hips has his entire body going taut—abs tensed, back arched, gripping handfuls of the sheets, anything to stave off the oncoming orgasm he feels burning in his tummy. it’s tempting to thrust his hips; he knows he’d slip in easily, you’re so slicked that it would only take one thrust to have him completely buried inside your perfect cunt. but he knows if he did you’d punish him—leave him like this, hard and aching and untouched. he doesn’t want to risk that.

“c-c’mon…” he tries to sound assertive but it comes out as whiny instead. “wanna be inside you, baby… n-need more of this pussy.”

“tell me it’s mine first. tell me this cock is all mine,” you say.

leon’s brows knit together in genuine confusion. what? of course you know he belongs to you, that he’s obsessed with you—pussywhipped. that’s what he is. that’s what you’ve made him to be, so fucking whipped for you that he can’t even cum on his own anymore; he needs to be inside you, buried balls deep with your pussy milking him for all he’s worth. it’s such an easy answer he should be able to say it without even thinking.

but his words choke in his throat when you take more of him, half of his cock now, actually leaving him speechless. it feels like his mind is mush, your cunt squeezing his tip so tight it’s rendered him fucking dumb. he's sure he looks stupid right now too, mouth opening and closing silently while you languidly bounce on half of him, unable to look away from the pretty shine that your cunt drools on his cock. his adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly and tries to form a coherent thought. “i-”

dissatisfied with his lack of answer, you slip him out completely and that’s even worse. he lets out a pained whine at the loss, weakly bucking his hips in search of your heat, but you lean back on your haunches and hover just out of reach.

fuck. the hold you have on him isn’t fair. it’s not fair how all he can do is watch as you press your cunt on his thigh, can feel how hot and aching you are too with each grind of your hips, the wet drag of you a painful reminder that he can’t have you right now, not until he answers, “whose cock is this?”

“‘s yours, all for you, no one else baby, it's your cock, i'm yours, fuck, angel i need you, need you to make me-“

leon’s jaw goes slack when you sink down and take him all at once, down to the base, tip nudging against your cervix and he cums. his eyes go crossed and hips twitch with each spurt of cum that leaks out and down his balls in a creamy mess, mumbling out a stream of thank yous as you fuck the cum out of him.

he's dazed. so fucked-out that he barely notices that you've slipped him out and shifted up his body until your pussy nudges against his chin. eyes blearily blink open and leon feels himself throbbing again at the sight of your pussy hovering inches above his mouth, glossed with his milky cum. and when you say, "clean up your mess, baby," leon is all too eager to oblige.

re4 leon

you’ve ruined leon kennedy.

because every time he pushes inside you, leon swears his mind goes completely blank. no one will ever feel as good as you do, will ever make him feel this way: drunk, dizzy, mind too syrupy to process anything but the drag of him in and out, in and out of you. but even when he can barely think, leon still fucks you the way you like, driven by pure muscle memory; slow, deep thrusts, the ones where he leaves just the tip inside, only to sink back in one smooth motion, down to the base, til your clit grinds on his pelvis. the ones that make you cry out and wrap your legs around his hips like you’re trying to trap him in and never let him go.

and he doesn’t want you to, never wants to be anywhere other than inside you like this, so so deep that when he puts a hand on your tummy and pushes down, he swears he can feel himself beneath his own palm. the pressure only makes you clench around him so tightly leon grits his teeth and lets out a hiss, hips starting to grow sloppy in their thrusts. a tell-tale sign he’s close, that he’s gonna cum.

“leon,” you pant. “i want it.”

it takes him longer than it should to process what you’re saying. but the way your thighs tighten around him and the ball of your heel digs into his lower back gives him some idea of what you want.

“w-wait… baby,” he whines. “i can’t- you gotta let me go, sweetheart-“

he tries to tell you he’s close, that he should pull out, but you lean forward to lick the drool at the corner of his mouth and then you’re kissing him. tongue meeting his own and you’re everywhere, overwhelming him, the only thing he can feel and smell and think about right now is you. it’s uncoordinated, messy, teeth accidentally clicking together while leon sucks at your tongue with a desperation that has you groaning against him. he blindly fumbles for your hands before lacing his fingers through yours, clinging to you, so hopelessly and utterly consumed by his love and want for you it feels like he’s drowning. never once does he break away, mumbling into the kiss, “‘m gonna—please, baby, i-“

“cum for me.” you don’t pull away either, instead murmuring against his lips, “cum in me, leon, wan’ it so bad. want you so bad.”

you feel rather than hear the groan he lets out as he finally cums, burying himself balls deep and shooting thick, hot spurts into you. his thrusts slow as he shallowly fucks the load you begged for deep inside you, giving you all that he has and he always will because he loves you.

[nsoulnet]

hypno/mindbreak is soo hot

your enemy tying you up with a vibe right on your clit and headphones that play her moans, plus a screen playing a spiral with words like "horny" "dumb" "submit" "aroused" "nympho" flashing. she puts the vibrator on high before leaving you there for hours, making a mess of your panties like a good girl and having your brain turned to mush.

your producer girlfriend being sweet enough to make a beat just for you, a simple song that you listen to because it reminds you of her. little do you know, she layered a hypno file under the song and every time you listen, you get a little dumber. you listen to it constantly, all the time until you're just a mindless, stupid whore for your mommy.

lastly, your best friend helping you through a breakup, she stays over a lot and comforts you all the time while helping you recover from your depressive episode. one day, she turns on the tv and tells you to look at the screen. you're confused because it's just spirals, but eventually you realize you just can't look away... you don't wanna, you feel sooo good and your underwear is soaked. your best friend comes up behind you and starts touching you all over, but you don't stop her. "doesn't this just feel so good, angel? doesn't it feel good to just get dumber and dumber?" she whispers. "yes mistress!" your whiny voice replies.

[nephynes]

an upgraded sequel to this

nsfw warnings: explicit smut, manipulation/deception, power imbalance, voyeurism, dubcon themes, toxic dynamics, dark undertones

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"Dude stop p-please!" "Jungwon stop!" Jay's hands scramble for purchase, where he's stood with Jungwon's lips wrapped around his now overstimulated cock, still sucking. He's tugging at Jungwon's hair to get him off but he just gets his hands swatted away. It's not until Jay lets out the most pathetic whimper that Jungwon shoves Jay back at his hips with so much strength it forces Jay to fall back on his ass.

"God. You're always so whiny, Jay" Jungwon says looking down at the boy he knows can't fight back against him.

There's something rotting sweet beneath the way Jungwon smiles down at him. It's also in the way he speaks, almost soft, like honey left out too long. Like something that should've gone bad ages ago but didn't. People never really look close enough. They only see the dimples and the quiet eyes. They never ask why Jay follows Jungwon like a shadow. Why he doesn't blink unless Jungwon does first.

"You text her?" Jay asks, slowly shifting across the floor to sit at the foot of the bed, chewing at the skin around his fingers.

"You text her more than I do at this point," Jungwon replies, tapping the corner of his phone to his chin. "She still thinks it's me."

"Why? You like her, Jay?"

Jay grins. "I like the way she likes it when I'm nice."

Jungwon laughs, low and mean under his breath. "Nobody likes you when you're nice. They just get confused." There's no bite in the insult. Jay likes it. He always has. He's long stopped trying to be anything else.

"You told her to come tonight?" Jay asks, voice quieter.

Jungwon's still grinning, but there's something behind his eyes now. Something cold. Something hungry.

"She does everything I tell her to."

There's a quiet between them that isn't really silence.

It's filled with all the things they never say, the late nights in Jay's car, the way Jungwon's fingers brush his when they pass a lighter, the fact that Jay has never once looked at a girl the way he looks at him.

And Jungwon knows.

That's the worst part. He knows, and he uses it. The way he uses everything.

"She really thinks you like her," Jay mutters, voice low, as he watches Jungwon from over his shoulder. The light from Jungwon's phone glows cold between them.

"She likes feeling liked," Jungwon replies easily. "She's like a little sponge. Say something sweet and she soaks it up."

Jay frowns faintly. "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Do you actually like her?"

Jungwon finally looks up. His expression is unreadable at first, until his lips curl into that same smile he always gives you, just sharper now. Meaner.

"You jealous, Jay?"

Jay doesn't answer. Not fast enough, anyway.

"God," Jungwon exhales a laugh, leaning back against the headboard. "You're so fucking loyal. I could say I wanted to date her, marry her, and you'd still let me use your bed to do it."

"That's not—"

"You don't even care about her," Jungwon cuts in, amused. "You just don't like when I pretend to."

Silence.

Jungwon tosses his phone to the mattress and turns his head, voice gone quiet. "She's boring, Jay. Stupid. But she'll look so good when she begs, I know it."

Jay flinches, only a little,almost like the words landed somewhere deeper than they should've.

But then he smiles, in fact he can't help the grin that spreads across his face cause he knows you're gonna be here soon.

And if you weren't so fucking stupid the muted glow of Jungwon’s TV wouldn't be casting shifting shadows across your face right now. Maybe if you were a little smarter, more observant you wouldn't be in his room right now, taking in the faint scent of his cologne and something softer—vanilla from the candle flickering on his desk. You sit cross-legged on his bed, fingers absently tugging at the edge of your sweater, heart fluttering with an anxious rhythm you can't quite quiet.

Jungwon's eyes catch every subtle movement—the quick glance away, the nervous flutter of your lashes, the way you bite your lip when you think no one's watching. There's something tender in his gaze, like he's quietly unraveling all the things you aren't saying, and it makes your throat tighten.

"Hey," he says, his voice low, measured, careful not to break the fragile quiet between you. "You're really quiet. Are you nervous?"

You swallow, the lump in your throat stubborn and heavy. You want to say it's nothing, just nerves, just the weirdness of being alone with him in this small space. But the truth feels too raw. "I'm just... not used to this," you whisper, cheeks burning.

Jungwon shifts closer, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. The air between you feels thick—charged with all the words and feelings you haven't dared to say yet. His hand moves with deliberate gentleness, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers linger, warm against your skin.

"You don't have to be nervous," he murmurs, voice soft but insistent, like a promise you just have to believe.

Your breath catches, and your eyes meet his, so close, you can see the quiet storm behind them. You want to lean in, to close the distance, but your heart pounds like it might burst. Instead, you bite your lip, barely nodding.

"Can I kiss you?" His question is a whisper, the kind that feels like a secret offered only to you.

You nod again, this time a little more sure, and when his lips finally meet yours, it's tentative. Soft. Careful. Like he's testing the water, waiting for your consent with every breath.

Then, almost imperceptibly, his mouth tightens around your lower lip, just a slight bite. The pressure is enough to surprise you, sharp and possessive, but it doesn't hurt. Instead, it sends a jolt through your whole body, pulling a soft gasp from your lips.

You part your mouth, giving him space, and suddenly the kiss deepens, hungry and urgent in a way that feels both thrilling and terrifying. His hands move up, resting lightly on your hips, grounding you, holding you steady.

When he pulls away, his voice is rougher, edged with something you hadn't expected. "Can I... touch you? Like, more?" His words tumble out, almost awkward in a way that would seem forced if the wetness pooling in your panties hasn't dazing you. His eyes look almost bored while searching yours for the answer.

You hesitate. The nervousness creeps back, tangled with excitement and confusion. But something about the way he's looking at you, like he knows you know if you say no he might just find someone else to touch more, and that makes you say yes.

Slowly, you nod. Your brain can't even comprehend how quickly he takes off your shorts, how quickly he's playing with your clit over your panties.

He moves behind you, and your back presses against the warmth of his chest. His hands slide around you, fingers spreading your legs gently apart, positioning you so you face the door. There's something about the way he moves that has your questions dying in the back of your throat like why am I facing the door? Is the door locked? What if someone comes in?

The weight of his body feels heavy but safe, and your questions are never answered. "Shh. It's okay." His voice is a soft murmur, like a shield against the world outside this room.

His fingers trace delicate lines over your skin, exploring with a careful tenderness that makes your breath hitch. The sensation is new and overwhelming, a strange mixture of vulnerability and comfort.

He leans closer, whispering sweet things—how beautiful you are, how perfect this moment feels, how much he wants to cherish you.

You close your eyes and let yourself get lost in the sensation, the warmth of his breath, the gentle weight of his hands and fingers when he pushes your soaked panties to the side. "Why are you so wet?" "Only from a kiss?" There's an almost taunting in his voice, "J—Jungwo—" Your brain can't even begin to form a coherent thought, not with the way he's touching you—rubbing circles into your clit like he knows your body, like he's done this before.

He's slow. So slow. One finger first, gentle and deliberate, like he's letting you adjust, curling only when your hips jerk up. You don't even know he's looking down at you like he's studying scripture, listening for every gasp, every tiny moan that falls from your lips.

You're panting now, whimpering his name, your hand on his thigh trying not to writhe your body too much, but chasing every movement of his hand like you need it.

Suddenly, his voice cuts through the air—unexpected and sharp, a stark contrast to the soft way he's been talking to you "Does she look pretty spread out like this for me?"

Your eyes snap open, heart skipping, as your eyes immediately land on Jay's, standing there in the doorway. Shock freezes you in place. You weren't expecting him, and suddenly, the intimacy feels charged with a new, complex energy. "It's okay, baby". Jungwon continues, "Jay likes you. You'll let him watch, right?" "Let him taste?"

Jay doesn't say anything else, doesn't answer Jungwon's earlier question, he just watches silently.

Jungwon, still holding you, takes the fingers he's been teasing in your cunt, slowly pulls them from you, and brings it to his mouth, tasting it with a deliberate, slow suck.

Turning his gaze to Jay, "She tastes so sweet, Jay" he says, voice a sultry kind you'd never heard before, he continues with it asking lowly, "Do you want to taste her too?"

Jay remains silent, but there's a flicker of something in his eyes—a quiet obedience.

Jungwon's voice drops to a whisper meant only for you, thick with both command and affection. "Do you want Jay to taste you?" He asks, dipping a finger back inside you, hooking it up against that spot that has you seeing stars. "Ah—Jun—", "That's it, pretty girl." He coaxes and you don't even notice Jay is closer now, you only notice when Jungwon's finger slips out again.

Jungwon's control is clear but not cruel, there's a strange devotion in how Jay leans forward, his lips closing gently over Jungwon's fingers, savoring the taste Jungwon has offered him instead of touching you directly. There's something reverent in the way Jay does it, it’s clearly not for your benefit, not even for his own, but for Jungwon's.

And you're watching. Breath held.

You shiver at the sight—a mix of awe and submission, the unspoken bond between the two of them filling the room with an intimate, complex energy.

Jungwon's voice drops to a whisper, "You're taking this well. You know what happens next, don't you?"

You nod again, caught in the slow burn of this moment, suspended between hesitation and desire, unsure but wanting more.

Your breath catches, cheeks flushing with a heat that's part embarrassment, part arousal. Jungwon's touch is grounding, safe even as the situation grows more intense. "You wanna fuck her for me, Jay?"

You look to Jay, silently waiting for his reaction, a part of you waiting for validation from the boy who has bullied you for months, and when he gives a small, almost imperceptible nod—your heart clenches.

The room thickens with unspoken promises, the slow burn of trust and desire weaving tighter around you.

"Show her how big your cock is, baby." Jungwon whispers, a grin on his face. If you weren't so high on the energy in the room, you'd be asking so many questions—why is Jay so obedient? Are they dating? Why is Jay's dick so big? Why is it so hard? Is he turned on by this?

The gasp that escapes your mouth at the sight of him is enough for them, enough for Jungwon to chuckle, "Big, right? Think you can take him for me?" Your mouth just remains open, you don't even care that you're staring now.

"You've been fucked before, hm?" You nod, but that just earns you a sharp slap against your soaked folds, "Ah!" "Use your fucking words" Jungwon snaps, a slight aggression in his voice now, "Ye—Yes!"

"Good, so you can take Jay?" You know better than to nod now so you answer instead, using your words, "I—Y—Yes I can take him."

"You heard her, Jay. Come fuck her. I know you want to." There's that wordless obedience again, Jay is moving before you can even process Jungwon's words.

Jungwon's grip tightens subtly on your waist. "Be good for us" he says, his tone calmer but now edged with more command. Your lip is caught between your teeth, head spinning. Jungwon's breath ghosts against your ear as he hums low in approval.

Jay moves forward slightly, not touching yet, but closer. His hands twitch at his sides like he's waiting for the signal.

And still, you're aware of everything, the pressure of Jungwon behind you, the hunger in Jay's stare, your own heart thudding in your chest so hard you think they can hear it.

Then Jay speaks, “Open your mouth.” And a part of you listen so instinctually.

He holds Jungwon’s gaze as he let spit fall onto your tongue, slow and deliberate, making you moan softly, your thighs squeezing together, eyes fluttering shut as you swallowed like it was second nature. “Such a good little doll.” Jungwon said, clearly pleased with himself and the scene unfolding before him.

Jay groaned, nearly overwhelmed with the image of you and Jungwon beneath him, pliant and filthy and still so goddamn sweet. He can’t believe you’re going to let him fuck your sweet pussy, even after everything he’s done to you, you still want him? Jay can’t tell whether he’s in heaven or hell right now and maybe that’s what makes him so rough with you. Maybe that’s what makes him slam into you in one deep, punishing thrust that had your body arching off Jungwon’s, a cry slipping from your lips as he filled you completely. He thrusts so hard it moves you and moves Jungwon too.

“Easy, Jay.” “You don’t have to break her.” Jungwon says.

But there was still no hesitation in the way Jay moved, no sense of sympathy—just pure, pent-up frustration and possessive rage, wrapped up in moans and skin and heat.

“J—Jungwon, she’s so tight.” “I—Fuck!” “I can barely move. She’s squeezing me! Oh fuck!”

“Doll, why’re you squeezing Jay so tight? You like getting fucked like this?” You can barely speak but Jungwon is relentless, reaching in between your bodies to rub teasing circles over your clit, “Talk to me. Talk to us.”

You want to respond tell them you love it so much and you want to believe the tears from the pleasure pooling in your eyes are enough, but the smooth way Jungwon is switching between rubbing your sensitive clit and stroking Jay’s huge cock has you dizzy, so dizzy.

You can tell Jay’s body is moving on instinct now, completely lost in the moment, despite the fact that this clearly isn’t his first time. Still, you understand it. Especially as you take in the sight of him, shirtless for the first time, the parts of his toned body that had been hidden until now finally exposed when he took off his shirt.

There’s urgency in the way Jay kisses you, like his thoughts are racing too fast for him to keep up. His mouth is everywhere—eager, unrestrained, like he’s trying to memorize the taste of you, like he’s forgotten Jungwon behind you. It’s desperate and messy, far more intense than anything you’ve ever experienced.

“W-Wonie, fuck—” Jay gasps, voice breaking as Jungwon’s sharp gaze pierces through him, overwhelming his senses. His rhythm quickens, hips snapping harder now. His mouth falls open, brows drawn tight as his eyes flutter shut.

You can’t look away from the way he forces his eyes open again just to watch himself slide in and out of you, your slick coating him with every thrust. But even more than that, you notice it—the way his moans aren’t meant for you, the one he’s buried inside of. They’re for Jungwon, Jay hasn’t even said your name once.

You’re so mesmerized by the sight of him unraveling that all you can think about is cumming for him, feeling him inside you as you both lose control. Desperate, you grab Jungwon’s hand that’s now tangled in Jay’s hair and guide it back down between your legs, against your cunt as Jay bullies his way in and out.

Jungwon seems to understand immediately, fingers returning to your clit in rough, relentless circles that have you on the verge of crying out from the overstimulation. It’s almost too much to take. You’ve never been this sensitive for anyone let alone two of them at once. And yet, here you are, coming apart between their bodies, slipping into the same kind of helpless, breathless surrender they’re drowning in.

It isn’t until you moan out, “Ah—Wonie! J-Jay’s so good,” that Jay falters. His hips stutter, and his eyes squeeze shut as a deep, frustrated groan escapes him.

“You hear that, Jay?” Jungwon murmurs, voice low and teasing. “She loves your cock.”

“Stop—” Jay grunts, thrusting into you harder, rough enough that your body jolts forward, pressing you up against Jungwon’s chest.

“Stop, I’m—” he tries again, breath ragged, trying to pull out before he finishes, to spill against your aching, empty cunt instead. But Jungwon’s hand presses firmly against his lower back, keeping him locked in place. “Inside,” he commands, voice firm and deliberate. “Cum inside her, Jongie.”

You reach up, gently holding Jay’s face so he can’t look away, and you see it—the way his pupils widen at the nickname, the words, the pressure of everything at once. You feel his cock twitch deep inside you, and then he’s gone—eyes rolling back, completely lost in the moment, so utterly beautiful in the way he falls apart.

You cling to him without thinking, pulling him close just to kiss him, like it’s the only thing your body knows to do. He kisses you back, desperate and dazed.

“There you go, Jongie,” Jungwon coos, fingers brushing Jay’s damp hair back as if he hadn’t just told him to lose every last bit of control.

Jay’s still panting against your mouth, arms trembling slightly where they hold you, body twitching with the last waves of his release. His forehead presses against yours for a moment, eyes glassy and faraway like he’s still somewhere between bliss and disbelief.

Then, Jungwon speaks again, low and calm, but with an unmistakable edge of command.

“Move.”

Jay barely blinks.

“Jungw—” he breathes, voice strained, hoarse, still buried inside you and clearly reluctant to leave.

“I said move,” Jungwon repeats, firmer this time. His hand slides along the back of Jay’s neck—not rough, but with just enough pressure to remind him who’s in control right now. “It’s my turn.”

You feel Jay tense, his jaw clenching as he slowly pulls out of you, cock still twitching from oversensitivity. You both wince at the emptiness, the slick mess between your thighs making you squirm against the sheets. Jay glances down at you—equal parts apologetic and possessive—before reluctantly backing away, chest still rising and falling sharply.

Jungwon shifts forward immediately, sliding between your legs like he’s been waiting with infinite patience for this exact moment. He doesn’t hesitate as one hand guides your hips closer, the other curls under your thigh to keep you open for him.

“You’re already so messy,” he murmurs, glancing down at your glistening folds, at Jay’s cum still dripping from you. “Perfect.”

You reach for him, but he leans in on his own, not for a kiss yet, but to whisper against your lips, “You’re gonna take me now, angel. Just like you took him. Can you do that for me?”

You nod before you can even think, eyes fluttering shut as his tip pushes against your entrance.

“Use her,” Jay mutters from behind Jungwon, voice wrecked, still catching his breath. “She’s so good for it.”

Jungwon smirks. “I’m gonna.”

And then he’s pushing into you, so slowly at first, deliberately. You cry out, the stretch sharp, more intense than before, your body already so sensitive it borders on unbearable. But it’s Jungwon and you think you might be painfully in love with him now.

“Good girl,” he whispers, brushing his lips over your jaw. “Now let me show you what it means to fall apart for me.”

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• a/n: finally did something right. i hope you like it for real.

[yanadolls]

Hi sweetie, can you write abt bllk boys getting jealous/possessive when the teammates try to be friends with reader, please??

NOT ALLOWED!

||| FEATURING: NAGI SEISHIRO, REO MIKAGE, ISAGI YOICHI, RIN ITOSHI X FEM READER

||| CONTENT: jealousy, fluff

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REO MIKAGE ౨ৎ

reo never claimed to be a calm guy, especially when it came to his lover. however, he was typically lenient with nagi whom was his best friend. he could easily put up with his whining, laziness, moodiness, and even carrying him around and forcing him to practice. but the one thing he couldn't handle was how clingy nagi could get with you- his precious girlfriend. the two of you weren't even necessarily friends!

"mh, y/n. can you not move? i'm gonna game over.."

nagi huffed when you tried to move from sitting on the floor, the tall man slumping half his weight on you while tapping away on his mobile game. he just found you comfortable, that's all. you were small and cute, and a very accessible resting chair. even if that was all nagi's intentions were, reo was quite literally tweaking out at the sight from across the room. his eye twitched a couple times, jealousy flowing through every single vein in his body.

'does he like my girlfriend?'

'oh god, what if y/n leaves me for him?! nagi's taller than me!"

'that stupid whiny baby just pisses me off sometimes! go rest on chigiri or something!'

'i'm gonna rip out every single strand of hair on my head if this goes on any longer.'

what made reo snap was when nagi sighed heavily, burying his face in your shoulder once he died in his game.

"mh. we should hang out sometime. you seem pretty cool."

nope, that was the final straw.

reo abruptly stood up, walking towards the two of you and practically yanking you out of nagi's hold, making him fall onto the ground. the white haired boy immediately went to complain, but reo shut it down.

"she's not going on a date with you, nagi! stop trying to steal my girlfriend from me!"

not even close to what nagi had said, nor what he was trying to do.. before he could say anything in retort, reo was pouting and dragging you out of the room, arm tightly wrapped around your waist. he kept that serious and gloomy look on his face as he walked out to his car with you. reo was going to keep you home for the next week, determined to keep you safe and sound from the sights of any men who may have wanted to steal you from him. the purple haired man would probably have a total breakdown if he saw you with another man ever again, especially nagi (even if he trusted his best friend deep down).

"babe? are you-"

"I'M NOT JEALOUS!"

♡

NAGI SEISHIRO ౨ৎ

"..."

nagi was silent, clutching his phone in his hand as he intently stared at the scene playing out in front of him. the one time he had decided to invite you to his practice game, reo took it upon himself to be a damn gentleman to you- opening doors for you, complimenting you, laughing and talking almost the entire time with you. of course, the rich man just wanted to get along with his best friend's girlfriend and make a good impression, but maybe, he was a bit too much without even realizing it..

"y/n, haha! it's no wonder nagi likes you so much, i totally understand it now. i really get it."

what the hell was that supposed to mean?

a pout came to the sleepy striker's face, an unfamiliar feeling washing over him. was this how it felt to be jealous? quite an annoying feeling, he thought. before he could stop himself, nagi was already walking towards the two of you, and without warning he hugged you tight from behind and tugged you against his chest, burying his face into your neck. right in front of reo.

"y/n..." he whined, "come.. don't want you to hang out with reo anymore. 'ts such a hassle to see."

"huh?" reo blinked, looking pretty confused by his best friend's words.

neither reo or you could say anything else before nagi gently took your hand in his, pulling you away from the now very puzzled man. nagi dragged you to the changing room before groaning in annoyance, cuddling you on the bench.

"baby, what was that-"

"shush. don't talk to reo anymore.. it's a pain to feel like this cus i like you so much. please only talk to me."

you couldn't help but smile- nagi was so cute, all pouty and jealous. you had never seen him get like this before, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you feel a bit more special; it proved that nagi really did love you a lot. your boyfriend could be a handful sometimes, but he was worth it at the end of the day. nagi kept you close to him, not letting you leave his embrace for the next hour. he wanted it to be very well known that you were his, and his alone.

♡

ISAGI YOICHI ౨ৎ

"tch." isagi clicked his tongue as he watched bachira get a bit too touchy with you. his stupid best friend knew exactly what he was doing- purposely trying to spike up the blue eyed man's jealousy for the hell of it. there was not real reason to do this, other than the fact it would be hilarious. bachira did know how to ragebait people pretty well..

"nyahaha! y/n, you're so cute!"

the hyper man spoke in a loud enough voice for isagi to hear, grinning ear to ear like a child on christmas. meanwhile, you were pretty confused since you had never met bachira prior to this.

"oh, um.. thank you."

"noooo problem! say, wanna hear a secret?"

bachira glanced over at isagi, who was silently raging, before leaning in to whisper in your ear, his lips dangerously close to your skin.

"isagi's about to be sooo mad~"

on cue, the egoist had marched up to the two, wrapping his arms around your waist and practically throwing you over his shoulder as you yelped in surprise. isagi glared at bachira with jealousy burning in his eyes, to which his best friend burst out laughing.

"we'll talk about this later, bachira."

"haha! whatever you say!"

isagi carried you out of the room, lips pursed in a straight line. he headed towards the exit to take you home- but not without glaring at any man who looked in your general direction, first.

"yoi! c-calm down, i'm pretty sure bachira was just trying to get a rise out of you!"

isagi scoffed, his fingers gripping your thighs a bit more.

"don't care. he should know better than to get so close to something that's mine."

isagi was a totally different person when he was on the field, and when he was jealous. the sweet, man friendly was no where in sight.

♡

RIN ITOSHI ౨ৎ

isagi was chatting with you, oblivious to the storm that was brewing inside rin. it was now hitting the 30 minute mark of your conversation with him, and deep jealousy was bubbling up inside your emo boyfriend. had the shorter man realized that you were rin's girlfriend? nope, not at all. if he had, he probably wouldn't have entered in your vision in the first place as he definitely didn't want to cause more trouble between him and rin, as the two already had a rivalry of some sort.

"y/n, was it? that's a pretty name." he said with tinted cheeks, giving you a kind smile.

"oh, thanks! i appreciate that a lot."

"y-yeah, no problem..!"

'i'm gonna punch his teeth in.'

the man seethed silently, glaring intensely at isagi. who did this irrelevant piece of trash think he was- getting all flustered around his girlfriend? he was putting him in his place, right now.

"move it, npc number five."

rin practically shoved isagi against the wall to get to you, wrapping his arms around you and darkly shooting a mean look at isagi, who was just recovering from the random act of violence.

"ow- oh, rin? are you two..?"

"she's mine, you moron. did you think your half baked compliments would seriously woo her? you're more pathetic than i thought."

isagi was used to his blunt and rude words at this point, but was definitely surprised by the fact you and rin of all people were dating. he immediately backpedaled.

"no! i wasn't trying anything, dude.. i just wanted to be friends."

"you can't do that, either. someone as bland and boring as you doesn't deserve to talk to her. don't go near her again."

isagi put his hands up in a surrendering motion, a bead of sweat on his cheek.

"bro, chill.. i wasn't planning on it."

isagi walked away, half embarrassed by the situation and half annoyed by rin's constant insults back to back. you simply giggled at rin's obvious jealousy, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"aw, y'so cute when you're jealous."

"i wasn't jealous, idiot."

"whatever you say.."

♡

AN: this was sm fun to write! tysm for the request hunnie ^_^

[ilikerafayelwaytoomuch]

LADS men on a roadtrip

A/N: just some head cannons of the guys on a roadtrip and how they'd be. I miss roadtripping :(

Rafayel

Passenger princess 10000%

Will refuse to drive long distances, unless absolutely necessary

In charge of music and snacks

Literally has any snack or drink you could ever want ready to go. Just ask and he's reaching over and feeding you

Made a banger playlist just for the trip

Has to pee literally every hour

The third time you pulled over to a gas station for him to pee, you were a bit annoyed

He noticed and felt a bit bad, so decided he would go the rest of the trip without making you stop

Literally dancing in his seat shaking his leg 2 hours later

When you question him he tell you why he didn't say anything and you tell him he's stupid bc the last thing you want is for him to piss himself

Man's gotta go 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also gets super whiny the longer he's sitting in the car

He's getting car sick, bored, hungry, etc and that's your problem 😠

Sylus

I feel like he's driving most of the way

Chill music playing in the car that just makes you fall asleep

Drives extra carefully when you're with him bc he doesn't want to hurt you or wake you up

Smiles softly when he looks over at you hunched over asleep and drooling 🥹

Would rather stop and chug an energy drink than wake you up to drive your share

I don't think he'd be super prepared with snacks and would rather opt to just stop somewhere and grab food bc he doesn't have to worry about money

He'll play silly road trip games with you when you're awake

If you're awake and notice he's starting to get tired, he'll agree to let you drive some

He insisted he'd only need a 30 minute power nap and he'd be good to go

Ends up sleeping for waaaay longer bc he was just so comfortable and relaxed with you

Prob a bit upset when he wakes up bc you didn't wake him up and let him drive

Xavier

Another passenger princess

But he's basically asleep the entire time, the movement of the car just puts him to sleep 😪

Would probably start off energetic and chatty then fall asleep mid sentence

That leaves you free to do whatever. Listen to music, that podcast or audiobook

He'll be out for most of the drive

When he wakes up, he's super confused and insists he never sleeps in cars (he always does, even if it's a 30min drive)

He wakes up starving and thirsty, so be prepared to either stop or pack snacks

Once well rested, he'd play some music and sing along with you for HOURS

Y'all are basically having a karaoke session and competition on the way to your destination

I do think if you got too tired to drive, he would take over. But only after he naps first 😠

Zayne

I feel like he plans ahead with you to decide how much you all will drive

So either halfway, or switching every so often so neither of you get too tired or unfocused

I think he also prefers not to talk in car rides, opting to listen to an audiobook or something

So when he's driving that's what he's doing while you rest or game or whatever you want (he doesn't mind)

If you get car sick (same 🥲) he'd be so prepared with anything you need

Medicine? In the back seat. Water? Snacks? Crack open the window? Whatever helps you, he's on it

Wants you to be comfortable, even going as far as making sure there's an extra blanket and pillow in the car for you 🥹

Ofc this means he's also got a plethora of snacks and drinks for y'all

Will drive a bit longer than y'all agreed on if you're still asleep, letting you get your much needed rest

When you're driving I think he's trying to sleep but actually can't sleep in cars

So instead he's got his headphones on listening to a book

If you like talking when you drive, he'll happily chat or listen to you yap, still making sure you're focused on the road

No accidents happening on his watch 🫵🏻

Caleb

I think Caleb prefers to drive and you'd have to do some convincing if you want to

He'd be practically falling asleep at the wheel saying he wasn't tired and could drive 🙄

When he eventually lets you take over he's passed out in seconds in the seat

Gives you princess passenger treatment for sure

Anything you need, he's got for you

You want to stop and stretch your legs? He's pulling over as soon as he can

Doesn't care if that means stopping every 30 minutes as long as you're happy

Y'all's trip would be a good mix of blasting music and singing along to it, teasing each other, at least one deep talking session, and quiet time

Basically just goes with the flow

Speaking of, you've got to navigate or keep an eye on the gps bc he wont

He doesn't care where you're going as long as you're there

I think he'd be super into cars and mechanic stuff, so if anything weird happened while driving, he'd be able to pull over and fix it

Overall a very easygoing road trip

[prettyinsophie]

Cum with me…to the gym

3k words

Your visit to the gym with Abby escalates quickly when you find out that a certain area can also be worked on by the adductor machine.

warnings: fingering (reader receiving), oh and the fingering is in public so yeah…

I lowkey hate this but it’s the only thing I’ve managed to finish writing throughout the whole year…sigh. I recently watched Arcane so…maybe I’ll start publishing about Vi or Sevika or both.

“Oh, c’mon! We still have two more exercises to go before finishing with some cardio!” Abby exclaims with a devilish smile across her lips, enjoying seeing you sweating and panting after doing three sets of Bulgarians.

After weeks of your best friend begging you to pay a visit to the gym, you obliged with the condition of getting to see Wicked afterward since Abby’s not a big fan of long movies, let alone musicals, so here you were; hair-sticking to your face, red cheeks, and skin glowing with sweat because Abby’s routine is no joke.

“Two more?! Can we just do one more? Pleaseee?” You beg in a whiny pout, giving her puppy eyes because you feel like you’ll pass out any moment now if you keep going. Of course, you’re being dramatic, but that’s just your zodiac sign being true to itself.

Abby playfully rolls her eyes, suppressing a smirk because she thinks you look adorable like that. She won’t tell you that, though, at least not in a non-mocking tone. “The machines are easier, and you can hit whatever weight you want. Sounds fair?”

You purse your lips, looking at her while she chugs some water down. It’s so unfair how godly she looks right now while you feel like a sticky mess. You nod, defeated more than anything because you might as well complete the routine properly. “Fine…”

The gym is fairly empty, but that doesn’t surprise you since it was one of your conditions to agree to come. And so you walk to the bench press, which was as hard as any other machine even with the lowest weight. You were more of a workout-at-home type of gal, after all, and Abby always mocked you because she’s a gym rat and this is her second home. To each their own, you don’t like being around strangers that much.

“What’s this one for?” You ask with your head tilting to the side, confused but willing to learn all about the stupid machine, eager because it’s the last one you’ll use today and for a while.

“This is the leg adductor, great for toning your legs and inner thighs. I’ll show you how to use it and then you can give it a go, yeah?”

“‘Kay…”

You can’t deny that it’s fun to see her in a trainer-like role, and you decide that it’s not that bad and that the reward will come later when you watch the 190-minute-long film. You watch Abby setting the machine and its weight intently, trying to make mental notes of everything so you won’t need her help for each little thing. And here goes…your eyes definitely find her hands gripping the handles more interesting than the exercise itself, or the way her thunder thighs push the weight inwards almost effortlessly. Phew. She finishes her set and stands from the machine so you can give it a go.

“See? Easy.” She smiles before adjusting the weight so it’s lighter for you.

You hesitate to get on it because it looks silly, and you definitely feel exposed with your legs spread open in your yoga pants.

“Oh wow, didn’t know you could open up this much,” She teases with a quizzical grin and her head cocking to the side, which makes you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Shut up, I do pilates after all, don’t I?” You excuse your almost obscene spreading, and to only make it worse, you’re wearing a thong and you plead that Abby won’t look down because you’re certain she’ll be able to catch a detailed glimpse of your pussy.

“Chill, I’m just fucking with ya. Let me help you…” Abby snorts, amused at how you respond to her mindless teasing. She bends down in your direction to adapt the position so you won’t be opened up like a christmas present, “…and there! Now hold onto these and try to push the weight inwards slowly, if you do it fast you’ll hurt yourself.”

Abby instructs and you do as you’re told. Slowly, you push your legs together, gripping the handles because the weight is definitely challenging, and after the bench press, Bulgarians, and squats, your legs are not the strongest, but you manage to do it.

“How’s the weight? Do you want me to lower it?” Abby asks, leaning on the machine’s weight rack, “Y-Yeah…it’s too heavy.” Your voice quakes tiredly, and the blonde wants to poke fun at you for it but decides to save it because she knows you’re doing your best. So she lowers the weight so it’s more comfortable.

It’s definitely difficult to do it with your wobbly legs, but it’s also fun in its own way. You close and open your legs at a slow pace, breathing deeply as you do each one, and with Abby watching is only making it harder to pretend you’re not struggling as much. Although it hurts, you’re not sure if you’re targeting the right area since you keep clenching your core unconsciously, and it only causes you to breathe heavier and heavier for some reason. Abby’s on her phone since you got the hang of it, and yes, you can do the exercise, but with each push from your legs, your body gets hotter and your breathing gets sharper. The last rep comes, and the pressure is overwhelming even after taking small breaks between each set. The muscles in your lower stomach tighten, and that’s when you feel your pussy clenching around nothing, and you realize…

This fucking exercise is fun because it’s stimulating you, and your friend in front of you probably has no idea of what’s happening since she’s watching instagram reels.

Your back arches ever so slightly from the seat, a familiar reaction from when you pleasure yourself, and the pooling between your thighs only worsens as you get closer to the end of the rep, clenching every muscle because it feels so good. A loud, raspy gasp escapes your lips, and your eyes immediately seek Abby, checking if she’s seeing what’s engaging between you and the machine, but she remains still so you keep going. Your thighs are shaking, begging you to end the exercise but you keep going despite already hitting the fifteenth one.

‘Almost…’ Even the voice in your head is ragged. Your cunt is throbbing, your abs are inhumanly clenching and the band in your stomach’s about to snap. The sweat is running down your face and your neck, but all you can focus on is that aching pooling in the pit of your stomach.

With your chest heaving and your lip caught between your teeth, you close your legs one more time and groan softly at your release, the chemicals in your brain plastering colorful dots in your vision, and you finally let go since your body’s all weak and shaky. You can barely ride out the bliss when it hits you.

You just had an orgasm. At the gym. With Abby two steps away from you.

“Fuck…” A throaty breath catches Abby’s attention, and thank god your yoga pants are black and not pink today.

“You finally done? I know you’re a newbie but it took you long enough.” Abby puts her phone in her pocket and looks down at you with that kind and charming grin of hers, and then there you are, a panting mess.

“I…need to go to the bathroom,” You announce breathily, quickly getting off the machine because you need to take care of the situation in your pants. The blonde frowns and you know she wants to ask if something’s wrong, but she sees you in a rush and simply points at the ladies' room. You almost run, cursing in your head again and again because what the fuck is wrong with you? The bathroom stalls are empty so you enter the last one, immediately banging your head against the door.

“You’re a fucking pervert. You’re pathetic!” You whisper, and your legs threaten to give up once again, which only upsets you further.

You rest your head against the door and look up, battling the tears brewing in your eyes. This is it; the lowest you’ve reached so far. Who knows if one of the few people out there saw you? Shit, shit, shit. You haven’t had time to play with yourself but this definitely wasn’t the solution to that!

Deep breath in and out, but no matter how calm you are now, the wet spot in your pants remains.

“Hey…you in here?” Abby’s voice makes you jump startled, and you curse again in your head.

“Y-Yeah, last stall.” Your voice is weak and raspy, but you manage to get the right tone to not let her know you’re about to cry.

“You okay? You looked…I dunno, weird.”

Abby’s worry makes your heart clench, and guilt showers you like a bucket of cold water. She’s your best friend though; you know every small quirk, have seen each other’s awkward phases, and most importantly, have kept secrets you know aren’t for anyone else to know. So you’ll be fine, you’re adults now so this isn’t a big deal, right?

You open the door and pull her arm so she’ll join you. Rapidly, you close the door again as if the entire bathroom isn’t empty. Abby chuckles, amused by the sudden move from you, but the smirk fades as soon as she sees the sulky look on your face with your lips almost pouting and your eyes glossy. “Hey…what happened?” Her brows meet in a concerned frown, and she reaches for your hand.

The embarrassment is strong enough to block your throat and tighten your chest. You bite your lip, looking up when Abby’s thumb gently rubs the back of your hand.

“I…” How could you even put it into words? No fancy vocabulary would make this any better, “...the pressure of the exercise was really strong, and I…don’t know how but I think I came.”

Abby’s heart dropped to her stomach, and for your sake, she contained as much shock as she could inside her, but the truth is…she found that adorably amusing and even kind of hot…? You look defeated, just like a puppy who knows did something wrong, and she wants to pet your head and cuddle you.

On your side though, you’re certain she’s thinking you’re a freak that should be locked away from society. You look away from her. Your heart thuds in nothing but shame, pumping the blood to your cheeks, painting them a bright red color.

“How bad is the situation?” Her voice is lower than usual, and you assume that is in case someone enters the bathroom.

“My pants are soaked…” You nearly sob, sniffing but holding it in.

Abby hums, taking a step close to your position against the door, and she hesitantly brings her hand to your clothed crotch as if to make sure you’re telling the truth. Your body reacts to that, naturally, and you jump a little, looking at her with your eyes widening because that’s unknown territory.

“Okay…listen, it’s completely normal, yeah? Tons of girls have gone through the same thing so it’s not like you’re the first one.” She soothes you, her voice low and smooth, almost like a lullaby, and her hand moves to your hip, squeezing it lightly to comfort you.

You huff in relief, still embarrassed but that statement definitely took some weight off your back. “Thank god, I feel like a pervert.”

“You probably are, but that’s okay too.” Of course, she pokes fun at you at the first chance, but she manages to make you laugh a little.

The scenario is a little weird. You’ve been in the most insane and random situations together, but this could top any of those other ones. Your back’s against the door, and Abby’s just centimeters away from you; her hand gripping your hipbone rather firmly, causing your hips to jerk unconsciously. Your eyes meet hers, and she has such an indistinct look on her face that you can’t say you’ve seen before.

“You’re still sensitive,” She states huskily, and you catch her licking her lips.

“Well, yeah. I just had an orgasm.” You also state, almost sarcastically because it’s more than obvious why your body is reacting to her grip.

“You know…having multiple orgasms will help you relax your tensed muscles.”

…okay?

She takes the one step that kept you away from each other, and now both hands are on your hips as she glances down at you with her usual crystal-clear blue eyes gone several tones down to navy. You gulp nervously, your arms on your sides as you stand awkwardly.

“What exactly are you suggesting?”

“Lemme help you.” She answers on the spot, with no hesitance or stuttering. And -shockingly- no hint of it being a joke.

You want to say no for the sake of your friendship more than anything, but your body’s been craving release for months, and if your best friend is willing to help you with such devotion then who are you to reject the thoughtful offer?

“Okay…”

Your answer takes Abby by surprise, but she doesn’t press on it because she doesn’t want you to change your mind, not when she’s getting worked up herself.

“Try to keep it down, though.” She winks a snarky smile at you, and before you can tell her to fuck off, she slips her hand down your pants, cupping your aching core.

“Fuck, you are soaked,” Abby whispers surprised, her voice coming out ragged at the realization, and she begins to move her fingers over your folds, spreading them and feeling the slickness of your previous orgasm.

You wanted to be cocky, but one of your hands goes straight to your mouth to muffle the whimper you almost let escape. You know your friend’s anatomy almost as perfectly as her personal traits and her thick fingers were always secretly acknowledged by you, and now they’re spreading your pussy, teasing you better than you’ve ever done it yourself.

“I didn’t know you were a thong girl,” Abby mutters sultrily, obviously noticing the lack of clothing for your cunt. Her fingers find your clit and she starts tracing slow circles, mostly to see your reaction.

Your eyes are fluttering, and your whimpers come out as hums with your hand blocking your lips. Her touch is gentle but firm, and god is it heavenly. It’s definitely better than your own, and you can’t believe you’re doing this in the bathroom of the gym Abby’s attended for the past years. Still, your hips roll in the direction of where she’s touching you, pathetically writhing under her to feel her calloused fingers even more against your throbbing clit.

“You like that?” Oh her voice…is as sweet as honey right now and it sends a shiver down your spine. You nod your head, too scared of being caught, but Abby -being the jerk she is- yanks your hand off your face, letting it rest on your side and very clearly hinting at you that she wants an answer vocalized.

“Y…Yeah,” You manage to gasp under your breath, your head hitting the door when her fingertips rub a little faster, right in that magnificent spot with the right amount of pressure to turn your legs into jelly.

Abby’s having the time of her life. You look angelically sexy, as if you were trying to seduce her with those red lips of yours; parted open and inviting hers to get a taste. She can’t, though, and she won’t…for now. She wants to see every twitch of your brows, every flutter of your lashes when you blink repeatedly, and every bead of sweat that rolls down your forehead and causes your flushed cheeks to glow under the dim light of the bathroom.

“Abs…” It kills her to hear that beloved nickname of hers coming out of your lips in a needy gasp. She purses her full lips, pitying the situation because she wishes you could just whimper her name out loud. Later…she thinks to herself.

Abby calls out your name as well, matching your discreet and low tone, “...yeah? Feels good?”

You nod again, not risking a moan coming out. Your chest heaves, feeling tight because you can barely breathe. It’s almost like a fever dream…or a wet one, in this case. The blood is pumping hot and fast, adrenaline rushing all over you as she sends you to the fucking moon in steady circles. A loud gulp jumps on the walls of the stall, your best attempt at trying to keep quiet.

You feel that familiar pressure in your belly, but Abby whispers your name again. Her eyes are darker, with a loose strand of her blonde hair falling over her face, and she leans down. “I really wanna finger you, ‘s that alright?” She almost begs you, her pretty brows arching in eagerness for what your answer will be.

Your heart’s about to leap out of your chest at this point, feeling like you’re close to suffocating, but you lick your puffy lips and whisper a very needy ‘yes’. And Abby does not waste a single second before guiding one of your legs around her hips and immediately lowering her two digits to your entrance, spreading your arousal so her fingers won’t come in dry. You close your eyes at the weird sensation, but your hips jerk in her direction more aggressively than before.

“So wet for me…I wish I could taste that sweet pussy,” Abby hoarsely mutters in your ear, and before you can react, her middle and ring finger slip inside you oh so smoothly, stretching you open with her thick and long digits.

“Fuck…!” You hiss agitatedly, unconsciously clenching around her from how overwhelming everything is at this point. Abby slips them out and thrusts them until her knuckles become an obstacle, groaning under her breath as well, which only makes it harder for you to keep quiet. Why were you doing this again? Whatever the fuck was the reason, you wish she would’ve brought it up long before today.

Heat’s consuming your body, colored in a passionate red from your cheeks to your chest, probably from holding your breath, or the force Abby’s fingering you with. Either way, it’s all stimulating you in a way you know you shouldn’t be enjoying. Your heavy sighs are getting progressively louder, but the loud beating of your heart in your ears silences them.

Abby’s fingers thrust forcefully, almost abusing your soaking cunt, and squelching sounds filter out, causing the blonde to groan once again in your ear. Seemingly, the pornographic sound of her fingers pumping in and out only encourages her to seek deeper, finding a spongy spot at the very top when she curls both fingers expertly.

“There!” A normal whimper escapes, and as if to punish you, the door of the ladies’ room opens with two voices following as they chat about gains and what to have for lunch in terms of protein goals. Eyes wide as plates, you look at Abby, silently asking her what to do, unsure if it scares you more to keep going or stop.

Abby has her priority clear; you. So the solution is to cover your mouth with her hand and angle her fingers higher and deeper inside you, hitting the spongy wall repeatedly with the two girls chatting in the background, making enough noise to quiet the squelching of her fingering. Abby cages you between her body and the door, and her groans soon become growls, like a hungry animal salivating over its prey.

Tears brimmed in your wide eyes, beginning to tear up as you breathed raggedly through your nose and winced against Abby’s hand. You should’ve stopped, but the adrenaline rush of possibly -hopefully not- getting caught only caused your muscles to clench tighter, and the pooling in the pit of your stomach to swoop like a crashing wave. You’re close, so fucking close that you’re seeing stars this time. Abby’s eyes even shine before your eyes roll back and your body spasms like you’re being electrocuted. Creaming and cumming all over Abby’s fingers and in your yoga pants for the second time today. A loud ringing in your ears almost concerns you and makes you think you passed out, but it only lasts a minute or two before opening your eyes again and seeing your blonde friend looking at you like she just saw a UFO or something.

She keeps her fingers inside until the two girls leave the bathroom, and you can’t say it isn’t awfully awkward to feel the emptiness when she pulls them out and retrieves her hand from your lips as well, letting you pant loudly while you ride out the thunderous orgasm.

Your eyes meet, and Abby’s cheeks seem to get pink, which would’ve been funny in any other situation. “You, uh, you good?”

It’s so awkward that it makes your stomach cringe uncomfortably. “Yeah, just…recovering.”

Abby nods, letting you know that she understands, but you can tell she’s also embarrassed, probably regretting talking to you the way she did…publicly.

“Are we still watching Wicked?” You ask out of the blue, trying to lighten up the mood, and when Abby snorts everything returns to normal.

“Not only are we watching it, you’re getting eaten out afterward,” She taunts you sweetly, licking her dripping fingers clean.

[lucydixon]

Erik x Horror Movie Loving Partner Headcanons

GIF by @sunnyie-eve

Summary: Headcanons for the reader in an established relationship with Erik. No gendered language used.

Honestly, I can see Erik as being a bit of a whimp when it comes to horror movies. He’ll still watch them with you, and he’d never admit it, but you see the way he jolts at every jumpscare and yells at the TV when a character is walking into a dark room 

‘Oh, for fuck’s sake.’ he’d mutter before raising his voice, shrinking back into the couch slightly ‘don’t fucking go in there! What are you, fucking stupid?’

He’ll still jump when something inevitably pops out of the darkness and grabs them, but he’d never complain about having to watch so many after seeing the way your eyes light up when you get excited about watching or talking about them. 

I could see him trying to distract you during movies, trailing his fingers up your leg, or kissing your neck if he had good access in whatever position the two of you were in. A lot of the time, you’d end up re-watching the end of the movie once he falls asleep after having spent most of your watch time making out. 

If you were making out while watching Scream and kept glancing over at the screen, you’d inevitably start to think about how hot the masked killer is, especially in your flustered, turned-on state. 

Erik is willing to try anything once when it comes to being intimate, and when you mutter into his mouth mid-kiss, telling him that he’d look so fucking hot in the ghost face mask, it’d be all he could think about. You’d kiss his neck, whispering in that whiny, desperate voice that you know gets him all riled up, about all the things you’d let him do to you if it were him wearing it. He’d be straining against his jeans and already planning a trip to the store first thing in the morning. 

You’d wake up alone and confused, wondering where he’d gone. He’d usually stay in bed with you all morning on the weekends, and you’d alternate between cuddling and making out until it turned into full-on morning sex. 

He’d come bursting through the door while you’re making yourself a cup of tea, holding a plastic bag in one hand with a little smirk tugging at his lips when he finds you dressed in only one of his shirts, bleary-eyed in the kitchen. 

Before you could ask him where he’s been, he’s dumping the bag's contents on the kitchen table. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the Ghostface mask and voice scrambler, still new in the box. 

You’d look from him to the table a few times before laughing and throwing yourself into his arms, pressing warm, sloppy kisses to the side of his throat in between thank yous. 

“Yeah? You like it?” He’d mutter teasingly into the top of your head, “Thought you might, you little freak.”

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics

[fckmebarnes]

public spaces

boyfriend!bucky barnes x f!reader

18+ men and minors dni! — semi-public sex; bucky is whiny he had to come to a party. oral (r). fingering (r). p in v.

“I don’t want to go to this stupid party.” Bucky grumbled as the two of you walked up to Steve’s house, people gathered on the front lawn in different parts, all holding red solo cups and making conversations with each other, having a fun time.

You were looking forward to this party, it was a fun get together before most of the team had to leave for a mission that would last about a few months. You wanted to spend time with your friends and you thought Bucky would have had higher spirits than the attitude he was bringing. You heard him huff under his breath and you stopped in your tracks and turned around to glare at him. He paused and looked at you, confused on why you stopped.

“If you want to have an attitude, that’s fine. You can stay out here, but if you follow me you better leave your grumpy old man ass at the door, got it?” You pointed a finger in his direction, Bucky’s eyes widening at the dominance in your voice. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t find that hot. He straightened up, fixing his collar and nodding his head, a smirk on his lips.

“Yes ma’am.” you smiled and chuckled at his response, pulling him by the arm and putting your arm through his elbow, walking up the stairs and into Steve’s house. The music was loud, partially crowded but not enough to where you weren’t able to walk. The smell of alcohol was strong in the air, streamers hung from the ceilings, and a buffet of food in the kitchen.

Somehow, Steve was surprisingly well off for being an Avenger. You always wondered if he did any side business for being able to pay for everything since the government doesn’t give them pay. You went straight to the kitchen for a drink while Bucky got stopped by some of his friends near the entrance. You didn’t mind, it made you happy that Bucky had friends, that he was finally able to come out of his shell.

“Hey stranger!” You felt a large hand on your shoulder and a voice that could belong to no one other than Steve. You turned around and smiled, having to look up because he was so tall, and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“Hey Steve.” You pulled back and took a sip of your drink, as Steve walked over to the chips and took a few from the mountain of potato chips in the glass bowl.

“Where’s Bucky?” You motioned over to the living room, watching Bucky smile along to whatever the brown haired guy had to say. Steve stood next to you, setting his cup down on the counter right next to yours.

“You guys just get here?” You nodded, looking around to the other people who were here as well. You saw Nat and Bruce in the corner of the living room, chatting about something you weren’t sure what of, Sam with the group of guys near Bucky, and a few other people you didn’t know.

Both you and Steve walked to the backyard and sat at one of the tables, sitting down and caught up on things going on in both of your lives. You hadn’t had a heart to heart conversation with Steve in so long, you missed how it felt to just chat with him. He was the kindest person you ever had the pleasure of meeting, and you were glad that Bucky had him growing up.

You had eventually lost track of time and how long you and Steve had been chatting when Bucky came to find you. He walked through a sea of people and made eye contact with you, and you felt butterflies in your stomach with the look he was giving you. Lust. He came over to the table you were sitting at and bent down to your ear, as close as possible to where you could feel his breath on your earlobe.

“Meet me inside in five minutes, the farthest bathroom in the house.” He kissed your cheek hard, standing back up, greeting Steve quickly before going back inside. Steve gave you a look but you shrugged, playing with the hem of your shirt as you crossed your legs.

You excused yourself after five minutes, and went into the house, wandering down the hallways towards the back of the house until you felt a cool, metal hand grab your arm and pull you into the bathroom.

“Bucky!” You swatted his chest as he pulled you in, pushed you up against the door and locked it right after. His hand found its way to your throat immediately, feeling his fingers press softly against the skin right above your pulse. His mouth met your ear once agains as his other hand traveled down to your pants, fingers hooked on your waistband.

“You must’ve forgotten who’s in charge here, huh?” You sucked in a breath as he yanked your pants down with both hands, kneeling down and his face meeting your panties. The feeling in between your legs made you wonder if he could smell your arousal off you. His fingers trailed down your thighs, leaving a burning sensation from his touch to your skin, the way he licked his lips as he looked up at you, soaking in the way you look just by him teasing you.

“While it was hot you told me what to do earlier, I am in charge here.” He yanked down your panties, moaning softly at the sight of how wet you were just by the small actions he has done already. He trailed a finger up on the inside of your thigh until he met your folds, running a finger slowly through them.

“All this, for me, pretty girl?” He looked up at you as you blushed, knowing you would fold the second his mouth touched you. You nodded as you felt his finger rubbing your slick through your folds, and pushed a finger inside of you, making you gasp.

“If you make a sound, I won’t let you cum. Understood?” You whined as he pumped his finger inside of you slowly, stopped for a second when you didn’t answer him. He pinched your clit, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough for you to squeak out a “Yes, sir.”

He stood up and lifted you up, carried you to the countertop and placed your bare ass on the granite countertop, the coldness making you shiver and he kneeled down and moved you to the edge of the countertop, not giving you any warning as he licked a stripe against your folds.

He hummed against you, the feeling making you shiver with pleasure, your hands finding their way to his curling hair and gripping softly. Bucky growled into you as he worked his tongue through your folds, drinking up every ounce of your arousal, making sure to get every last drop. He pushed a metal finger into you, then a second one growing impatient as he curled his fingers.

You leaned back against the glass, your mouth slightly opened as breathy moans emitted from your mouth. The work he was putting into you made you more wet than you already were, and the fact that you were getting eaten out in your best friend's bathroom turned you on more. Bucky knew this, he knew you were into this type of stuff and he thanked whoever was above every day that you were.

“Fuck you taste so good, pretty girl. Can’t wait to bury my cock in you.” He gripped your thighs to get you to stop squirming as he pumped his fingers faster, feeling the usual feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your thighs squeezed against his head and you could feel him smile against your wet cunt, pulling away and taking his fingers with him.

“I was close..” You whined as he chuckled, licking his lips and pressing his lips against yours. The taste of your arousal coated your tongue as he fought with yours, and you heard his belt buckle being played with and his fly being undone. He pulled away, and looked you up and down, pulling his cock out from his pants and stroked himself a few times.

“Make a sound, you don’t cum.” Before you were able to comply, he pushed himself inside of you without warning, hands finding your hips as he pushed into you as far as he could go. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his face falling in the crook of your neck, placing sweet but short kisses against your skin as he slammed into you. The way you were whining against him made him change his mind instantly.

“I wanna hear you, doll. I don’t care anymore. Let everyone hear you moaning for my cock.” You whined, your head falling back and moans escaped your lips that have been caught in your throat the second he touched you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin was so obscene, the moans that filled the bathroom. His fingers dug into your skin, his strokes becoming sloppy, knowing he was close. You tightened around him, a soft moan reaching your ears from him as you did so.

“I’m close, Buck..” You tugged at the ends of his hair, the feeling pooling in your stomach once more. Groaning, Bucky grabbed your face and pressed a hot and sloppy kiss against your lips as he came into you, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths as you came right behind him.

He stalled, pulling out and grabbing some tissue to clean you up, taking your panties and putting them in his back pocket, refusing to give them back. He pulled his pants back up and tossed his hair out of the way of his eyes while you looked over at the mirror and saw it got fogged up, blushing at the thought of the next person who would come in here and figure out what happened.

He helped you off the counter, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead and smiling.

“You’re such a good girl, fuck.” You chuckled hearing his praises, as it filled you with such pride having such a good partner like Buck who made sure you knew how well you did.

“Come on, let’s go out there so we don’t keep anyone waiting.” He nodded, kissing you one last time before grabbing your hand, unlocking the bathroom door and exiting to find a few people lined up for the bathroom.

[takes1]

Not trying to pressure or anything I understand it takes time or if you’re not interested in continuing it that’s fine but just in case no one has begged you for pt 2 of inexperienced lev😭😭 I keep checking your page hoping I will see it soon🙏🏻

p.2 clingy!inexperienced!lev x reader

half-done part two has been in my drafts since the first one was written, but there was some bad timing and writer's block. sorry for the long wait!

warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / praise kink / size kink / clingy!lev / riding / overstim / handjobs / multiple orgasms / top!reader / puppy love!lev / loss of virginity / begging / needy!lev / dacryphilia / college au! / manager?trainer?reader / aged up characters / 4k words

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. my imagines.

It was 5:12 a.m. Your brain was foggy, your face all stiff and dry, and your throat scratchy.

The warm bundle next to you shifted. You glanced down, already confused and disoriented, and realized what that was. Who that was.

You rubbed your face with a start. "Jesus..."

There was some rustling, slow and quiet, behind you. You twisted to watch Lev, half-asleep, grasping for your pillow.

"Mmm-m-!" He grumbled, a little whiny at the end, like he was dissatisfied at something. He clutched the thing close to his chest under the covers.

Why was he still so cute?

You had to rub the smile off of your face. This was, indubitably, a bad situation.

But now it was 5:14. He was warm, and smelled like bourbon and sweat, and his sheets were soft, and you had two options left. No more playing around under the excuse of alcohol, a fun night, or extra time.

Your hand hovered over the lock of hair covering his temple.

Would he tell anyone? Hell yeah, he would. No doubt about it. He was so stupid; it would slip, somehow.

Maybe if you told him, explicitly, that this needed to be lowkey, he might just make it his mission to carry that wish out for you. You didn't want to say it, though.

Soft, and tender, you brushed the hair away from his pretty face.

He sighed through his nose and squeezed that pillow harder.

You smiled. This time, you didn't try to suppress it. It grew into a grin that felt good on your face.

You lowered to your side again, hand busied with his light-colored hair, pushing the rest back so you could give him a slow, gentle kiss to his temple.

He took a big breath in, indication that it woke him up.

"Good morning," You took your hand away, resting your head in your palm, instead, to watch him become fully cognizant.

At first, he squinted at you another sleepy moan.

Then, his eyes widened, his breath stalled, and he flinched.

"Oh my g-od--," He coughed, pretty dry, too. It took a few seconds for a real reaction.

"Ohhh shit-!"

Lev sat all the way up lightning fast and banged his head with a loud boom on the ceiling. He fell back with a loud groan.

"O-hw! Oh- Mm! Owww..."

You giggled, able to slowly sit up on your knees the way he couldn't, and placed a hand on his chest when it looked like he was about to try that again.

He was beet-red, and his forehead had a little divot on it from where it slammed.

Your cooing was automatic, but didn't help him come down in the slightest. Neither did your hands, trying to hold his face.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck, I'm sorry--, I'm so sorry," He flinched away from your fingers, instead opting to keep his face in his own grasp.

"Why are you sorry?" You laughed, confused, careful to put your hand on just his belly, "We didn't- we didn't do anything."

That cherry-red complexion was horribly flattering, and all too adorable. He sucked in a big, relieved breath and sighed.

"Oh-! Thank God- thank you!!"

Was he really that worried about it? You thought about taking your leave, after all. He didn't seem so into the idea. More careful, now, he began kicking the covers off. He was hot to the touch, and looked the part.

He groaned, nursing his headache with his hand, as he muttered, "God, I thought Kuroo was gonna put a hit on me if I did anything..."

You didn't really need the context to know that Kuroo probably threatened him behind your back. That didn't surprise you but it was disappointing to hear this way.

"Kuro wouldn't- he doesn't--," You sighed, arms crossed, unsure of everything, now, and not wanting to lie about what you knew your friend was capable of, "He's cautious, but he's not evil."

It all went over Lev's head. He was plainly incapable of reading between the lines.

"Don't worry about Kuro."

His brow raised in understanding. His eyes dipped to the rest of you, but you didn't see it because you were too busy staring at his morning friend. How it was bigger than you assumed- since bigger guys tended to have smaller-looking dicks, based on the referential law.

You took a breath and stretched, hands touching the ceiling in the process- "It's only 5 something, by the way. We have some time."

Lev watched your shirt raise, invested in the perfect reality that you were not wearing pants.

"That's... that's good."

"Mmmhm," You watched him look you up and down, unable to hide your smirk, your pride, and you purposefully hiked your shirt up at the hip.

"You look comfortable," You teased, nodding towards his plaid pants, and the monster barely tucked away in them.

"Y-eah," His voice cracked- unable to fix it, and now painfully aware.

Waiting around on him to initiate any conversation, or suggest anything, was probably going to be futile. You made the bet and decided to full-send, instead. Your 'conversation' instantly diverted to nothing of importance, or real relevance.

"Mhm, you look-," Your leg slowly slid over both of his, your hands readjusting to either side of his chest, "-Like you're about to slide off, so you should probably scoot closer to the middle, yeah?"

"Yeah..." He repeated, mindlessly.

He liked when you said mhm. A lot.

Wide eyes were still getting their fill of your bare thighs, straddled over his hips. You 'readjusted' and bucked slow against his hardon.

Lev did not know what to do.

His jaw worked with the monumental effort of keeping himself 'composed.'

You threaded your fingers over his hovering hands, between the webs of his fingers, and caught a chill at how much bigger his were.

How was it even fair for him to have a body like this and not know what to do with it?

"Do you have girls over often?"

"Y-eah--," He mumbled as you placed his big hands on the sides of your hips, keeping your own over his knuckles, "I-i mean no, no- never."

You smiled.

"You're the first," He admitted as a breathy afterthought, when you started poking around under his shirt.

The two of you shared a look that communicated he meant it in a couple of different ways. It made you slow, and just rub little circles under his belly button with your thumb. You wanted to eat him up, but needed to be sure of a few things first.

"Lev?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

You hung your head back with an eye roll, unable to not laugh at that.

"Stop saying yes ma'am-!"

He giggled with you, and gave a silly, "Oh-kay."

"I want to know if..." You tapped your fingertips over his tummy, thinking, speaking slowly, so that you weren't giving him a leading question, "Would you be... interested, in being taught a few things?"

The control it took to not rock against him as he shifted, as his fingers filled with anticipation over your aching hips. You took a sobering inhale through your nose so as to not sink your teeth into him.

But all you got was an indulgent scent of his sweat, his sheets, and the now very faint smell of his expensive foreign cologne. It was a reminder of how bad you wanted him last night, too. That puppy dog look in his eyes now mirrored what you had been struggling to look away from five hours ago.

Dipping down, relaxing all that built-up tension onto him to steal a hungry kiss-- it was faultless. Perfect. He pulled you in, hard.

"Mmh-mm-!" Rolled out against your open mouth.

He was so whiny like you had imagined, so eager and shameless about how bad he wanted you.

Another gasp- trying to catch his stolen breath- was interrupted again by your rough kisses.

You kept him still by the back of his neck, fingers splayed in his messy hair. He kept his own dutifully where you had placed them, only just now using his aimless strength to keep you forced against his cock.

He let you push his shirt up past his chest, groping and grabbing every inch of him while you could. You knew he was strong, and big, and pretty-- that was just a fact; obvious, defining traits about Lev that made him more of a target to be picked on, in good fun.

But touching taught you all the ways that just looking had failed you. Being able to slide your hands across his skin, suck red marks into his throat, get close, made him all the more real.

"Oh my god-," You perched up, elbows on his chest, "You're- so cute, Lev. I really wanna fuck you."

He looked exhausted already, all warm, damp with sweat, huffing under you. Like you had just pulled him aside at practice. Even like this, he wouldn't rock against you. He probably didn't know how.

It was awkward in a sweet way; you sighed as you rolled your hips against him, reveling in his tight jaw, his screwed up brows.

His crooked grin was enough of a reply. Like a little, 'Really?'

"I-I can pull it out for you, if- you want," He glanced from you to where you were connected, clearly too excited to form much more of a thought.

You chuckled. That was incredibly easy. You knew it would be, but not to a comical degree like that.

In your attempt to make room for movement, you made sure to rock against him a couple of times. His hands, his jaw, were tight as you let him take his pants off. Torturous, but subtle.

"I dunno if I'm the first to tell you this," You sighed and tugged off your shirt, "But you're crazy hung."

He buzzed with your praise, but was unable to fully appreciate it with how familiar you were getting with him, so quickly. You weren't shy about it, didn't think much about nudity, and said sensitive things plainly-- it was a huge turn on he didn't realize he had.

His cock was heavy. It fought gravity trying to pull it back to his tummy as you took it your hand. You ran a light fingertip over the head to break the line of precum, noticing how all the rest pooled at his happy trail.

He seethed and jumped hard at the sensation- and you pretended to not notice.

Nervous and excited, he giggled at how impressive it looked in your hand, instead of his oversized ones.

"Wow- hahaa, you make me look huge,"

It was clearly not this angry-looking most of the time. Real red at the tip, nearly purple because of how long he had been painfully hard.

He would wince at the slightest touch, vision soft and unsteady as soon as you brought your grip down to the base. Your hand wasn't even lubricated.

Though you found him amusing, and ridiculously cute, you kept it to yourself in favor of another question.

"Would you like me to keep calling you Lev?"

You smiled at his heaving chest, his hard stare down at your slow-moving palm.

"You can call me- aah-h,anything you-h want--," He seethed at how you pumped him faster, just so he would speak less clearly.

"Fuck..." He kept massaging your thighs, huffy, until a thought came across him.

"Oh! Oh, can-ah--," Lev shut his eyes for just a moment, "Can you tell me when'm doin' good?"

You hummed, understanding almost right away; praise whore. He always fished for compliments at practice.

A solid spike, an alright pass, maybe some lucky serve was always followed by that surprised and open-mouthed grin, pointing, and maybe a, 'Didja see that?! You saw that, right?' In retrospect, you liked it more than you did in the moment. He would usually screw up the follow-through because he was busy looking for a pat on the back. That, of course, was no reason to tell him that he did a good job.

Yet, sitting on his lap, cock in hand, watching him beg for it again-- you wished you had entertained it more, just to see him satisfied.

"Ahh- you want me to call you a good boy and all that?"

His giggly, excited groan spoke for itself. "Y-esss-ss."

You had to chuckle, too. You let him know that you'd only entertain it if he truly deserved it.

Lev was truly beautiful. Every flinch, even the rise and fall of his breath, revealed an intricate but strong torso under you. He was a bit lanky, yeah, but still fell short of thin. His reach worked for him and had its practical uses- which was attractive, in a subtle way.

The partners you had been with before did not come close to how perfectly he was sculpted. He only had his poor timing and rambunctiousness to blame for his lack of a girlfriend.

And such a pretty face. Even when his features were all screwed up with intensity, or droopy from a hellishly long rally, he never looked ugly.

His huffing quickened, cock swelled a bit, and he reached for your wrist.

"M-mhh-- I'm-," His hand was just a fist, right next to you, and his tummy flexed hard in resistance.

It was short-lived. He grabbed you and easily kept you still at the base of his cock with a shuddery sigh.

"What did I tell you?"

You kept your question real sweet, letting him do all the work for you. It was fun seeing his brow twisted. His hand flew off of your wrist, back to a fist at his side.

His exhausted laugh turned into a slight whine, once you kept going.

His cock was dark, strained, after-- what? Maybe 3 minutes of playing with him? Sure, he had been hard and halfway stimulated for longer than that, but it served as strong reminder of his inexperience.

"Thaaat's better," You sighed with your head tilted, eyes narrowed, at his panicky breaths.

"Yeah? Isn't that better?" A sweeter, meaner question, hoping he would try to respond.

Lev knew what you were doing- his open mouth twitched up at a corner, a poor attempt at a smile before a horrible wince, a huffy cry to stop, because he was about to cum.

"Pl-ease, AH-h, pleas'please, fuck," He tried, but couldn't make a full request.

You grinned, loving how unraveled he already was, how easy he was to please.

Your sugary sweet tone was natural, "Good boy."

His orgasm was slow, messy, and loud. You never chose to speed up for him, so you were incredibly impressed that he was able to, given so little stimulation.

But his euphoria looked short-lived. He seemed worried almost right away.

He was huffy and trying to talk himself down with a bunch of unnecessary apologies, shifting a little too much for such a tiny amount of space.

He had cum on his own chest plenty of times. Though he never felt the proudest, this was a new kind of disgusting. It was right in front of you.

"S-orry, I'm--,"

You had to tell him, very slowly, very softly, "Calm downnn... It's okay."

"Sorry," Was another one, but it was more relieved, and raw.

"You are sooo cute when you're nervous," His watery eyes dipped from your blacked out eyes to your chest, "But you gotta relax."

Lev was finally taking all of you in, getting worked up, never softening, at the sight of you. Of course, he loved how tiny and bossy you were. That was the basis of his crush- but now, looking at the logistics of everything, his mind started to spin.

He let the imaginative and misinformed idea that he would be 'too big' simultaneously fuel his excitement, and take the logical forefront of his mind.

The words fell out of his tired mouth in a difficult mutter, "I don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't--," You started right away, but your stare, your words, faltered.

You looked down, at your hands on his, how this position was just about the only one fully in your favor. Lev was capable of hurting you. You didn't want to lie, "You don't need to worry about that."

He shuddered against your feather-light kisses across the side of his face, to right under his ear.

"Sh-ah-h--,"

Your hand dipped to his twitching, sensitive cock, pumping him, coaxing him:

"You let me lead, and you won't have to worry about a thing."

His head tilted back, nodding at irregular intervals, mouth open and panting. The sight was adorable and your smile went unseen while you lined yourself up with him.

You gasped as you took him, trying not to come across as too surprised or, in reality, delighted, that he was so hung.

Lev was noisy, and didn't get any quieter from there.

"Fuuuck-!" He was completely enraptured by how you felt from the inside.

He sobbed, tearless, and dug his fingers into your ass with a groan, "God, you feel so good- ohhh fuck,"

These walls were paper thin. You pressed your palm over his mouth, fighting the desire to hear more of it.

That really did it for him. The casual ease of you riding him, how firmly you held his short cries back, all mixed into a new, solid preference in sexual partners that he would never shake.

His hands swallowed up your mid-back, warm and strong. He didn't want to get in the way of you moving, but he wanted to hold you.

You hummed at the way he filled you up completely, stretching you with every slow rock of your hips.

Your own fingers found their way down to your clit and many things started to click.

Maybe this didn't have to be a one-time thing. There was, potentially, the possibility that he didn't run his mouth to the team, or give anything away nonverbally.

You tilted your head down at him, all broken in and damp with the sweat-- cum still all over his chest. Your palm loosened to get a better look at his gorgeous face.

And since you weren't keeping his head still anymore, his eyeline naturally lowered.

"Oh- w-ow--" He winced again, voice breaking, "You're so pretty..."

Your giggle spilled out faster than you could stop it. He grinned, almost sleepy-looking, at the sight. Lev always looked a little bit in-awe; whenever you spoke to him, looked at him, and especially touched him. But this was a different kind of expression.

It put all kinds of butterflies in your stomach. A little more than the usual hook-up ones.

Arms weaker- unable to acknowledge such an honest compliment- you slid forward to give him a few appreciative, soft kisses.

Lev learned how to move, then.

It caught you off-guard when he started to slowly fuck you back. Legs bent a little, hands soft but squeezing firm at your hips.

"Mm!" You squeaked against his mouth when he tried to bottom out- your nonchalant sigh was too shaky of a cover-up. There was more teeth than lips from his prideful smile.

Thankfully, he was still too new to do much more than surprise you once. His grip was soft enough that it didn't keep you anywhere.

"Don't get cocky," You warned, slow and quiet.

He bit his lip, searching your eyes, the exact way he did when you corrected him at practice. It made him feel a thousand times better.

"You wanna make me feel good--?"

"Yes."

You told him how you wanted it, and to air on the side of caution unless you told him otherwise. He learned well with enough reinforcement, enough incentive, and attention.

Team sports seemed to be failing him by design, because Lev was putting things into practice faster than you could finish explaining them.

"--And use your--h-ah, your-hands..."

"L-ike-- mmh- like this-s--?" He choked, eyes black with ecstasy, big hands swallowing up your hips so easy it should've been a crime.

"Harder," You gasped.

He was so deep, you could feel him in your tummy, stirring a delicious buzz down your legs. Now his strength would be needed; you were holding yourself up by just the lock in your arms.

Strong fingers dug, still so careful, into the sides of your ass, his thumbs pressed hard around the front of your hips. The amount of times he snuck long, wistful stares at your body, under layers of clothes, halfway across the gym-- he was left reeling at how silly it was. Now he would always have the knowledge of how you actually felt, squeezed between the webs of his fingers.

It got harder, suddenly, and you fell forward to your elbows with a whine.

"Ah-ahh-Shit-mm-mnha-!"

His loud string of curses at your tone, your pretty face scrunched at how he was making you feel, was kept largely unintelligible. It mostly sounded like an long, uneven whimper.

"O-h my god-!" You gripped him by the roots of his hair, voice tiny, legs starting to really tremble, "I'm s-o close--,"

He whined like the admission did something to him, physically. You had to be sure he understood, even floating high above, so he didn't take this timing off.

"Don't stop."

What you did not understand, in the moment, was that your scratching, and pulling, and that accidental, low tone you used to tell him what to do, how to do it, was only getting him more worked up.

You came all surprised, and filthy, covered in this possessive sort of victory. It really did it for you that you were his first, and that he looked so gone.

Then you just had to kiss him.

Delighted, but still tired, he tried his best to keep up with you. He was new, and distracted, and already sloppy, but you found appeal in his effort.

He stopped only when he had to pull out. Which, in total, didn't make for a long time kissing.

"F-uhck, ahh- ha-ah," His voice was clipped, and pitched higher as he pulled out, barely needing to pump out his second orgasm.

It was all hot, and sticky, and messy between you. The sight of his sweaty, exhausted expression made you want another. But, you could see this arrangement playing out some other time- so you dropped it and decided to be sweet.

"Mmm- Good boy," You chuckled against his jaw, sucking another kiss into it.

You desperately hoped that it would leave a mark.

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Bro Luke hatefucking where he has his hand around your throat and he absolutely ruins you for winning capture the flag. Like degrades you just to feel you clench around him then he’ll be all snarky and go ‘aww well aren’t you being a good whore’ or something

(Or the opposite where he’s whiny and inexperienced because he’s so used to just being the golden boy of camp. The Luke that holds a death grip on your hips because if you move to fast he’ll cum quickly. So when he wins again, you get pissed. Wait for everyone to go back to their cabins while he stays and trains. And then you corner him and he acts all mighty. That is until you kiss him and he turns to absolute putty.)

𝐻𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝐹𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌 / 𝐿𝓊𝓀𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃

Synopsis: Hate fucking w Luke, there isn’t much more to elaborate on 🙏

Warning(s): NSFW! MDNI, hatefucking, degrading n arguing kindaa, slapping, choking, power complex tbh, uses of the words slut n whore etc.. there’s also praise (rarely)

Pairing: Luke Castellan x fem reader (Ares is ur dad btw)

Word count: 3,320k

Note: Hehe hi 👁 anon!!!!! Also Soz I didn’t know um what kind of relationship dynamic they were supposed to have…… I hope this is ok 🙏 it was the first thing that came to my head

(Even tho u totally might’ve just meant like bf Luke but um.. this tickled my brain a lil better!! 😋)

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“Who’s there?” As you saw him turn around you saw that it was none other than Luke Castellan, he was a frenemy of sorts. “Luke.” You spat his name out like it was venomous, he smirked when he saw you there. Luke’s hand went to his side to grip at his sword, beginning to pull it out when you had the bright idea to run away. You’d seen what he did to your team members and you knew he was a skilled swordsman, the best at camp, and even if you were well trained yourself you weren’t that stupid. Luke groaned in annoyance before chasing after you, you thought it was unnecessary for him to go out of his way to chase you when he could be helping his team.

“Are you seriously chasing me Castellan??” You shouted as you ran away, turning your head over your shoulder to watch him following your movements deeper into the woods. “Glad that you can see that.” Luke snickered at you, the clambering of metal was loud as the both of you ran, alerting your own team members that there was people around. Clarisse was the first one to pop out and see who was there, her spear ready in hand when she saw the two of you running towards her. You felt thankful and dipped to the side of her so she’d be in front of you, and whilst behind her you withdrew your own sword.

“Not like you to have other people fighting your battles, what’ve you done with Y/n?” Luke chuckled to himself, giving you this semi dirty look on his face. “I’m not making her fight you, we’re both going to.” You joined Clarisse after you’d withdrawn your sword, the both of you holding your weapons in front of you. “…I can handle that.” Luke shook his head and grabbed his own sword out to swing at the both of you “Out of everyone you could’ve had following you, it had to be Luke!” Clarisse groaned and clenched her teeth in irritation “Why am I surprised?” She shook her head.

Luke swung his sword across, and the both of you jumped back to avoid getting slashed. You then ambushed him, lunging at him and using your body weight to knock him to the ground. Luke fell backwards but was quick to jump back up, only when he did he stopped fighting the two of you. A horn went off, the sound loud enough to carry through the forest, alerting the three of you that the game was over. “That’d be us. Good job distracting Luke, sis.” Clarisse pat your back and gave you a half smile before leaving and returning to your team.

“Wait— what?” Luke furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, before his confusion turned into anger. “That’s the sound of sweet victory! Ever heard it?” You taunted and let out a little chuckle, groaning in pain when Luke threw you to the ground. “Oi! Cut it out, the games over!” You shouted and rolled out of the way before he cut you with his sword, you jumped back up on your feet and looked at him with confusion “You. Me. Fight. Now.” Luke was seething with anger now. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, it looked rather evil for someone who only lost a simple game of capture the flag. However it was something you’d see often whenever he looked at you, looking at you every time like he wants to maim your head on the wall.

“I don’t want to fight you.” You shook your head at him as you denied it “Then I’m just gonna have to destroy you.” Luke didn’t care wether or not you’d fight back but he’d be fighting you wether you liked it or not, he stepped towards you and held his sword up to swing it at your ribs. You jumped out of the way and blocked him using your sword, but doing that made it easy for him to disarm you. Your sword hit the ground a few inches away, and you got down onto the ground and rolled over so you’d be able to pick it back up and fight again. When you stood up with your sword Luke was quick to shove you backwards, and your back fell up against a tree. If you weren’t wearing any armour your back would’ve probably gotten scratched up no doubt.

“What’re you doing??” You questioned him quizzically, was he seriously gonna kill you over this? Luke held his sword up against your throat so you wouldn’t move, squinting his eyes at you to watch how your cockiness slowly turned to fear. It made him feel better, he liked it, he loved it. It made him feel like he had power over you. “A-Are you gonna kill me over this?” You asked him, tilting your head up to avoid his sharp blade “Maybe. That scare you?” Luke grinned to himself and inched his sword closer to your neck.

You closed your eyes and gulped nervously, you didn’t wanna show fear but you couldn’t lie that Luke Castellan could definitely be scary when he wanted to be. “N-No.” You lied through your teeth, the sweat on your brow giving you away “Liar.” Luke chuckled darkly. “Drop your sword to your right.” Luke instructed you, you listened and reluctantly dropped the weapon beside your feet, Luke then kicked it far away so you wouldn’t be able to attack him with anything. Luke loved this scaredy cat reaction he was getting out of you, maybe a little too much. Luke was getting hard and you thought you could even feel it, yet you weren’t entirely sure so you wouldn’t bring it up. Although your eyes glancing down towards that direction alerted Luke that you definitely knew.

“Are you-?” You began to speak “Am I what?” Luke asked you dumbly, yet the soft blush on his cheeks gave him away. “Nothing.” You replied a little meekly, averting your eyes now and trying to move your head so it’d hide your now slightly flustered face. Luke didn’t like this, he withdrew his sword and put it back into his sword holder, reaching his hand up to roughly grab at your face and turn your head back to face him. When you looked back you realised he didn’t have his sword up against you anymore and you were thankful, yet you could still feel something pressing up against you.

Luke continued to hold your face in his hand, your cheeks were squished a little and the grasp on your face honestly hurt your jaw a little. “Lukee-“ You tried to speak but your words were a little weird sounding with the grip he had on you, he reluctantly let your face go but not without a swift tap on your cheek. You gasped softly, looking down at the ground, he’d slapped you! Luke then grabbed the collar of your shirt and lifted you a little against the tree that he had you pinned to, his knuckles grazing against your neck. “Shut up. Just shut up.” Luke hissed out angrily, but again after seeing he’d put his sword away you grew cocky again.

“Yeah? Why should I shut up?” You asked him, looking down at him now after he’d lifted you and put you in a different position. “If you don’t shut up — I’m gonna make you shut up.” Luke growled out a warning, his face tinted red with fury “How’re you gonna do that?” You were a little scared to ask, dropping the cocky tone you were harbouring after he’d said that. Was he gonna seriously bash you against the tree? Luke stilled for a moment, his eyes not leaving your face, his nose scrunched up angrily as he scowled. He then closed the gap and roughly pressed his lips up against yours, using his opposite hand that wasn’t holding you to slap your face again.

You gasped in surprise from the kiss, opening just slightly wider when he’d slapped you, and Luke used this as an opportunity to slide his tongue in. You had no clue that Luke could have it in him to be doing this with you but you wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, you shut your eyes and began to meekly kiss him back. You were slow and unsteady with your movements, submissively trying to move your tongue against his but he’d practically already shoved his tongue into your mouth and was just exploring the insides of your cheeks. Luke slowly let you down as you guys were kissing, moving his now free hands to grasp roughly at your waist.

Luke pulled back reluctantly even though he didn’t want to, he was flushed and he was breathing heavily by this point. Luke looked down at you, his angry scowl turning to a bit of a half smile “That shut you up.” He snickered to himself. You stood there in disbelief of what just happened, blinking up at him dumbly as your cheeks began to darken “A-Asshole.” You muttered out loud a little bashfully before glancing away shyly. You were embarrassed that he managed to make you, an Ares kid, feel flustered like this. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be insulting me.” Luke replied, pulling your body closer to him.

You placed your hands on his chest and looked up at his face, trying to angrily scowl at him but it looked more like an angry pout, reminding him of a bratty child. “Why not?” You huffed “Because I’ll just shut you up again.” Luke rolled his eyes, you decided you’d keep speaking despite the many reasons not to “You gonna kiss me again?” You tilted your head to the side. Luke’s eye twitched before he moved one of his hands from your side up to your neck, his palm pressing against your throat and making you let out a choked out whine. “Haha, not so cocky now are you?” Luke laughed to himself.

“F-Fucker.” You tried to speak but your words were choked out, his grip on you making you feel slightly light headed but you knew you wouldn’t pass out. You were an ares kid and you also went to camp halfblood so obviously you were trained to endure stuff like this, even if it was just personal training. You knew you could hold your breath if you had to. “What was that?” Luke smirked and held tighter onto your neck, making you shut up again. You were feeling rather embarrassed being in the position you were in, feeling powerless, so you decided to get some of that power back.

Your arm was already lowered at your side, so you then moved your hand to the middle to grab Luke’s hardened front in your palm. Luke’s hand around your neck loosened for a moment as his demeanour faulted, his eyes clenched tight for a second and he sucked on his teeth as to not let out a groan. “That shut you up.” You repeated his words back to him, giggling to yourself meanly at his reaction. Luke regained his composure, furrowing his eyebrows at you angrily before saying “I’m gonna make you regret that.”

Luke stood back and let you go, his hands moving now to instead hold your hips and he roughly ground you against him. It made you let out a quiet whine, your cheeks flushed and your lips parting to let out a soft airy moan. “Fuckin’ dirty girl, aren’t you?” Luke asked you, sending a weird throb between your legs, maybe you enjoyed him saying that a little too much. “I’m not gonna answer that Castellan.” You huffed again, giving this whiny pouty look on your lips; if your father saw you he wouldn’t even think you were his child. “Good. Shut that pretty mouth of yours, I know there are better uses for it.” Luke hummed before kissing your lips again.

You could’ve pushed him away at any time but you accepted his kiss yet again, kissing him back and trying to keep up with his pace. Luke moved a hand down to grope at your ass, holding a handful of your soft plushy flesh, making you let out a quiet moan. “Careful with the noise slut, or do you want everyone to hear you?” Luke tutted, pulling away from the kiss to shake his head at you. “I can’t help it!— you’re the one making me!” You complained with a hushed voice, gritting your teeth at him. Luke looked down at you, admiring the puffy sore lips he just had captured. “Am I now?” He chuckled and wiped some sweat from off of your face.

Luke slowly placed his hands back on your hips, looking at your face for any signs of hesitation as he began to tug them down. Your hips followed his movements, allowing him to slip them past your ass. He then looped his thumbs around your underwear and pulled them down to,’ pulling them down your thighs. Luke wanted to just shove into you when he saw your pretty pussy for the first time but he resisted, a small tinge of kindness in his heart was showing. Luke dipped his hand between your legs and curiously rubbed at your sensitive bud, watching the way you jolted in surprise.

He liked the look of it, smiling to himself before doing it again with purpose this time. Your hands flew to grip on his shoulders, trying to keep quiet when his actions sped up a little. It felt overly stimulating to your sensitive clit and you found it hard not to whine out in pleasure, your hips jerked down against his hand as he was touching you. Luke smirked, tilting his head down at you to watch the way his hand toyed with your clit. Luke could feel you growing hotter however and that’s when he decided to test the waters, moving his hand back more to dip his fingers inside your slutty hole.

“L-Luke..” You moaned out his name, feeling his fingers stretching you as they pressed further inside, two of his knuckles pleasuring your insides. “Look up at me, show me your pretty face.” Luke ordered and you obeyed without a second thought, lifting your head to look up at him and showing him your blissed out face. “Aww.. aren’t you being a good whore?” He teased with this taunting voice, moving his fingers to thrust inside of you. Your hips juddered, grinding against him and his hand like a slut similar to one of those cam girls.

“N-No I’m not..” You whined and shook your head in complaint, huffing and gritting your teeth. “Yes you are, dirty girl. My dirty girl now.” Luke moved to kiss your jaw, trailing his lips down to your neck, the combined sensation as well as with the abuse to your tight hole— he quickly made you cum. You didn’t even have any time to warn him before you came undone, a pleasured sheik escaping your lips “L-Luke!! I’m cumming-“ You were too late and had already started orgasming. “That’s it. Good girl.” He coaxed you through your orgasm, his fingers helping you through it.

When you finally stopped and had to stand there taking a breather, Luke slowly withdrew his fingers and began to work at his own belt. You noticed and shyly turned around, bending over and pressing your ass against him slightly. Luke chuckled to himself about your eagerness, pulling his pants and his briefs down to let his hard leaking cock out of its restraints. Luke lined himself up with you, hoping you’d be wet and prepped enough for him, he hoped you weren’t that eager. But he wouldn’t complain if you were, he’d find it cute. “So cute, so eager and desperate for me, you’re such a whore.” You were about to complain but the feeling of his cock shoving inside of you made you shut your lips.

“Fuckkk—“ Luke bit down and clenched just jaw to muffle his low groan as he pushed inside, his cock already twitching slightly from entering you. He wasn’t even halfway when your whining began again, you felt like he was stretching you out beyond as you could go. “Is it all in yet?” You asked with a small glimmer of hope “Not even halfway in’ you can take it can’t you?” He teased. You agreed, of course you could. “Y-Yes. I can do it.” You nodded your head, steadying yourself up against the tree he had you leant on.

“Good girl.” Luke pushed in a little more, withdrawing a moan from your mouth, his cock stretching your insides as he was now halfway in. Luke decided to help you a little, thrusting his hips a bit to get you used to the feeling. You whimpered and moaned and Luke was quick to shut you up yet again, clamping a hand over your mouth to muffle your loud moans. “You know I love to hear you like this, and I’m sure the other campers would too, but I’m not much for sharing. So keep it down sweetheart.” Luke hissed into your ear as he leant down.

“Fuck..” You could feel yourself throb from what he’d just said, causing a flurry of emotions in your head. Why did you just get like that because of what he said? You shook the thought away, becoming easily distracted yet again when he suddenly pushed inside you further and filling you to the hilt. It made you let out a loud moan, thankful that Luke was muffling your voice now. “So good.. so tight.” Luke began to thrust again, his cock buried deep and making you feel overwhelmed with pleasure. “L-Luke I’m gonna cum..” You tried to mumble out, but he couldn’t hear you with the sound of skin on skin and his hand over your mouth did no favours for his ears.

You couldn’t help it, cumming on his cock and feeling your legs trembling beneath you. Luke used his free hand to wrap around your waist and stabilise you, making sure you wouldn’t tumble over. Luke groaned as he felt himself twitch due to the spasming sensation of your soft fluttery walls around him. “Fuck.. I’m gonna cum too-“ Luke thrusted a few more times before quickly pulling out and cumming on your backside. Luke stilled for a moment as he had to come down, the both of you panting heavily as you tried to catch your breaths.

“You did so well, so good for me..” Luke praised you and gently brushed your hair as he let go of your face, his other hand moving to try and wipe off his cum with something he had in his pocket. “S-Shut up.” You complained about his soft words, your face heating up upon hearing them though. “I think I’ve got all my frustrations out.” Luke commented, helping you up and helping you dress and to get cleaned. You turned back around to face him, helping him get dressed as well. You looked up at his face and bashfully glanced away before looking back at him and saying, “so.. see you tonight?” Luke grinned and answered “sure.”

[lovelaetter]

Please miss ma'am, I need a you to write about ning trying to teach you where the clit is, like you act dumb saying clits aren't real and just made up but little ole Miss know-it-all has to be right and gets so frustrated she strips her skirt and panties just to show you it's real, and you take it from there

Please, doesn't have to be Ning but I just need a pretty and dumb girl doing it😮‍💨

you said ning but you also said it could be any other girl and this is so yuna, it hurts. this is also kind of a follow up to a post i made once and an anon mentioned a few days ago, about her, perv bff reader and noncon.

DUBCON but only if you really think about it.

sleepover that has you both tipsy, or better, you tipsy and her running her mouth already the way she does when she had more drinks she can handle and the subject lands on sex— her sex life, which you don’t really care. you are not interested in what she does or who she does unless it involves you but seeing how much she talks and talks, you realize you won’t be able to get your hands on her sleeping body any time soon so you have no choice but hear it.

until she starts to yap about masturbating and your ears perk up, her whiny blah blah blah “i can’t really cum by playing with my clit only, i always have to fuck myself and it gets kinda annoying sometimes” and your brain fills so easily with images of her sprawled in her bed and stretching herself open with the toy you found once in her drawer that you short circuit briefly and it definitely takes a moment for the idea to come to your brain but then it does and you interrupt her with a “wait, you said you can’t cum by…?” and she blinks, cocks her head to side and repeats what she said previously and you just stare at her like she is saying gibberish and it’s so funny, you have to hold back your laugh at her face and the confused “what?!” she lets out when you say “your… clit? what the fuck is that?” and you both go back and forth on “it does exist” “no, it doesn’t” “yes, it does!” “no?!”.

and listen, it was supposed to be just a joke, to piss her off a little, but if there’s something she becomes when she is drunk is extra dumb and if she used her brain just a little she would realize you were just messing with her but instead she goes “i will show you!” and it totally catches you off guard. if you knew it would be so easily to get her to undress for you willingly you would’ve pulled that shit up long ago. you probably don’t get much say in it because she is fast in taking her clothes off, sitting back on the couch naked from waist down and pulling her legs up and open.

asks you to come closer and you obviously do, kneeling in front of her, so good at playing the role of the skeptical friend and asking “so?” just to see what she does and she unashamedly uses her hands to give you a good view of her pussy, pretty and glistening as always, unbeknownst to her that you’ve already seen her like this more than once. single finger sliding between her folds and over the visible bud there, whimpering at the touch, mumbling something you can’t make out when you ask if it feels good when she touches it. stupid, stupid girl, hips bucking when you push her hand out of the way and let your thumb do the job, always asking her things like “am i doing it right?” or “is this how you like it?” and she is so gone she doesn’t recognize the condescending tone of your voice even if you’re clearly smirking and mocking her, only nodding and whining. protests a bit once your other fingers reach her entrance but you are quick to remind her she herself said she can’t cum without fucking herself, you are doing just what she said.

it’s such a sight to have her coming for you and being aware of it, the noises, the expressions, even her taste is different and it just serves as fuel to your obsession with her. i’m a firmly believer that the alcohol + the orgasm make her pass out almost instantly, barely has a chance to say something to you before her eyes are closing and you are having to carry her to bed. and obviously you wouldn’t let the opportunity of getting another taste of her pussy pass, it’s been so long since you last had the chance of feeling her on your tongue… and since she is already naked, no problem, right?

[xxsabitoxx]

Steam Room

Megumi x Female Reader

Warnings: Megumi and reader are around 22-24 in this, public sex, submissive megumi, edging megumi, switch megumi, dominant reader, submissive reader, it’s a whirlwind okay. Blowjobs, handjobs, come eating, rough sex, restraining, humiliation, creampies, possibility of getting walked in on, sweat… yeah

A/N: third scheduled post! Again, you may have already seen this on my ao3 cause I posted it a few weeks back. Still, enjoy!

Word count: 3.5k

The room was thick with steam, your bodies sticky from the sweat clinging to them. “Shit…oh fuck please…” choked and embarrassed, Megumi’s face was flushed red from more than just the sauna. Your head was bobbing steadily along the length of his aching cock, violently twitching in the warm cavern of your mouth every time your tongue passed over the head. Despite the heat of the room, your mouth was somehow hotter.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Megumi’s voice was slightly higher in pitch, whiny even, as your tongue slid along the underside of his cock. He was growing desperate at this point, you had led him to the brink of coming three times now, cruelly stopping just before he reached the end. You felt your lips twitching with the urge to smirk, unable to as your head continued to move up and down around him. “S-seriously don’t fucking sto-oh.” You pulled away again, wiping your mouth with a sadistic grin.

Megumi looked pissed, brows creased and lips wobbling as his cock twitched, precum weeping from his tip at yet another failed orgasm. “Stop fucking doing that.” He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. For a moment you actually felt pity, meeting his watery gaze through the steam of the sauna room. “You’ve been such a naughty boy, Megumi.” He looked down at you with a pout on his face, clearly confused and disgruntled. “You don’t even know what you did?”

“What I did–” Megumi rasped out, plump lips hanging open as he stared at you with furrowed brows. “Oh…” It came back to him then, fond memories of him doing the exact same thing to you no less than two days prior. “T-this is my payback for…” he gasped as your fist tightened around his shaft, tugging hard and slow. “Payback for tying me to our bed and edging me for two fucking hours.” Megumi hissed as you tugged particularly rough, pleasure shooting all the way up his spine as your pretty hand toyed with his already too sensitive cock.

“L-Listen I-I…oh fuck…oh…” His head fell back, skin glistening with sweat as his hips nearly jerked off the bench. You watched, fully enthralled by the sight of his throat bobbing and jaw clenching as he tried not to make a complete fool of himself. “Listen to what, Megumi?” again, just as quickly as you started, you stopped. Megumi’s tip was turning an angry shade of pink, irritated from the contant relief being tugged away from him when he least expected it.

“Fuck please… your mouth…” He was whining again, every ounce of respect he had for himself flying out the window at the sight of your swollen lips just inches from his aching cock. Those same lips curled into a cruel smirk, eyes trialing over the dips and plains of the muscles that made up Megumi. “It would be so awkward if someone walked in on us right now, don’t you think? A guy and a girl in the men’s sauna, completely naked, the guy whimpering pathetically while his girlfriend edges him over and over… really awkward, don’t you think Megumi?”

You reached down to cup his balls, mouth watering at the sight of the precum dripping steadily from his tip. You wanted him in your mouth, down your throat, crying and begging you to let him cum. But you loved to taunt him even more, not a single thing was tying Megumi down to the sauna’s bench… but your words had him glued into his space. “It would be so easy for you to take over, Megumi. Pull me up by my hair and throw me on the bench, fuck me stupid until you’ve got what you wanted and then leave me hanging… yet you sit here for me, obedient.”

He only whimpered, pretty lips wobbling as your other hand rested at the base of his shaft. His whole body was flushing a shade of pink at this point, more so from you than the sauna. “Do you want my mouth, Megumi?” you were going to give it to him either way, an absolute sucker even when you were cruel. “Yes… please I want your mouth so bad.” He needed to feel it, your wet tongue lathering his cock in the way that made his fucking toes curl. You knew just how to make him putty in your hands, how to fuck him stupid with out having to do anything at all.

“Then beg for it, better than that.” You smiled up at him, batting your lashes innocently while he squeezed his eyes shut. You would be the death of him, he was absolutely sure of it. “Please… fuck please let me come… mommy please.” It slipped out so naturally you wouldn’t have thought anything of it until Megumi himself froze. Your lips fell open, eyes locking with his as he seemed to turn the deepest shade of red possible. “Mommy, huh? Didn’t think you were into that kinda thing, Megumi…” Your hand had begun to massage the flesh of his balls again, your free hand coming up to wrap around the base of his shaft as you observed him.

“Does my baby boy want mommy to suck his cock?” You purred, eyes narrowing as you gauge his reaction. He twitched, nearly violently, as his lips quivered. “T-this is so embarrassing.” he whined, nodding his head to answer your question. You clicked your tongue “that’s not how mommy likes her answers, use your words like a big boy, Meg.” You tightened your grasp around his base, causing him to jerk forward from the sudden pressure. Hesitantly with a weak voice “Mommy please suck my cock… I want to cum so bad… Mommy please…”

Shiny tears were pricking his eyes, threatening to slide down his reddened cheeks. That was enough for you, your head moving forward and dropping down to encompass him. Megumi’s head fell back, a loud guttural moan leaving his lips as you swallowed around him. Your tongue slid along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins that ran along it as you bobbed your head. You wouldn’t torture him any further, allowing him to cum when he was ready. Based on the way he was gripping the edge of the sauna’s bench, he would fall apart within seconds.

“Gonna… oh fuck m’gonna… mommy please…” he babbled, nearly incoherent as you focused your attention on his leaking tip. His salty precum coated your tongue, increasing in volume with every pass of your fist over his spit-covered shaft. Finally, his hand found its way to your head, gripping your hair so harshly you couldn’t help but whine around him. “Gonna… oh shit… fuck…” a string of profanities left his lips, your name falling in between each one as he came in your mouth. You worked Megumi through it, greedily swallowing his release until you felt him relax.

You pulled off of him as he began to soften, moving to stand and stretch your aching legs. “Who would have thought that Megumi Fushiguro has a mommy kink.” You grinned down at his tired face, voice slightly hoarse from everything you just did. It took you a second too long to process the tired expression morph into annoyance. Even after blowing his load, even though you had his legs feeling like jelly, Megumi managed to move faster than you could think at that moment. “H-hey!” You squeaked, flinching as your back met the hard wooden bench of the sauna.

“You’re so fucking dead, pulling that shit out of me.” Megumi was seething with embarrassment, unable to handle the fact that he had called you mommy willingly. “Oh come off it, Meg. You loved every second of it.” You could feel him twitching back to life, settling his body weight on top of your own. “Doesn’t fucking matter, it’s still embarrassing” His cheeks were permanently stuck on a shade of rosy pink, his hands finding your wrists and pinning them above your head. “You gotta learn some manners, it’s not nice to put people in that kind of vulnerable position.”

Megumi’s voice had dropped into something more sultry, leaving you to feel helpless as he slotted his hips against yours. “Gonna have to fuck some sense into you, mommy.” It was full of sarcasm but you couldn’t deny the way it made your cunt clench around nothing. “Do it, fuck some manners into me, Megumi…” You were panting, the heat of the sauna paired with Megumi’s weight on top of you made you realize how sticky your skin felt. Megumi’s cock was hard again, leaking precum and twitching with need to be inside of you.

“So filthy, you’d probably love it if someone walked in on us right now. Wouldn’t you, mommy?” You nodded, lips parted as you panted. “Yes… fuck yes I would… it would be so humiliating… we’d get kicked out for sure…” you whined, hips jutting upwards to grind against him. That realization had Megumi hesitating a little less, the urge to tease you now replaced with the worry of getting caught. Not that it would be the first time you two had been walked in on… but getting caught in the sauna room would mean removal… he couldn’t bear the thought.

Megumi’s brows furrowed, head moving to look down at your sweaty bodies. “Be good and keep quiet, Mommy. We really don’t want to get kicked out before I can fuck some sense into you.” Your lips trembled before pressing tightly together, nodding obediently as Megumi reached down to guide his tip between your folds. He dragged it slowly, still sticky from his cum and your saliva… and now your own arousal. “Relax.” Was all Megumi said before pushing into you, shivering despite the heat because of the way you inhaled so sharply. The grip he had on your wrists with just one hand kept you from jerking too far from him.

You were soaked, but Megumi was far too big to go in with no prep. You couldn’t help the whine that left you, your ankles locking behind the small of his back to keep him in place despite the ache spreading all the way down to your thighs. He was heavy, splitting you open inch by inch as he engulfed himself in your heat. “M-megumi…” Your hips shifted, trying to alleviate some of the pressure but it only caused him to brush that one particular spot. You swore you saw stars for a moment, a loud cry leaving your lips only to be silenced by Megumi’s free hand slapping over your mouth. “What did I say about being quiet, hmm?”

You didn’t respond, not even a muffled attempt behind his palm. Megumi didn’t move his hand away, glaring down at you “You love to think you can put me in my place, don’t you?” Megumi bottomed out as he spoke, the bulbous head of his cock pressing snuggly to your cervix just because he knew how much it made you squirm. “You’re so cute when you’re naive.” He added softly, carefully moving his hand away from your mouth so he could find better grounding. “This is your last warning, make any noise above a whisper and I’m pulling out.” You nodded, jaw clenched as you tried to remain quiet. You knew Megumi never made empty promises.

Megumi’s head fell forward, catching you off guard as he smashed his lips to yours. Your lips parted shakily, allowing his tongue entrance as the hand he had been using to cover your mouth snaked down to hold your thigh. Megumi’s hips drew back until he was half way out of you, pushing forward again with the same haphazard intent. His only goal was to fuck you until your hips were brusied and he’d likely need to help you walk out of this sauna. You moaned into his mouth, fingers twitching for something to grasp but his grip on your wrists was as strong as iron, you couldn’t move if you wanted to. Every pass of his cock through your velvety walls had you seeing stars, each graze of that one particular spot had your hips jerking into him.

Megumi pulled away, eyes lidded as saliva kept your tongues connected. He was panting, face still stuck in that permanent flush as his hips connected with yours over and over. Sweat was making his skin shine, his usually unruly hair was starting to flatten from the humidity in the room. You had to admit, he never looked more beautiful than he did at that very moment. “Y-You’re so pretty… Megumi!” Your head tilted back, a silent cry leaving your lips as your orgasm brewed deep in your gut. Even with your clit neglected, you swore Megumi would make you cum untouched in that sense. “You’re…fuck you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

You nodded, panting heavily but managing to keep yourself quiet for him. “I can feel it… your cunt is clenching so–ha–so fucking tight… so greedy.” Megumi’s jaw was clenching, trying to silence his own noises as if you hadn’t had him on the verge of tears only a few minutes prior. Megumi’s head dipped lower again, lips pressing to your ear as he spoke “Gonna cum without me playing with your clit?” it was nearly a growl, making you whine breathlessly as you uttered out a small “yes.” Megumi huffed out a laugh, rolling his hips into you slowly. He wouldn’t be that cruel to you, especially knowing how hard you came every time he toyed with your cunt.

The deliberate roll of his hips pressed his pubic bone snuggling to your cunt, rubbing along your clit with each draw back and forth. “O-oh shit… Megumi…. Megumi please…” You wailed softly, voice hoarse and full of need as you strained to keep your cries on the quieter side. “Please what? What does mommy need so badly?” He was hitting deep, kissing your cervix before grinding his hips hard. “To cum… I need to cum, Megumi. Please… oh fuck please let me…” You begged, vision blurring as tears welled in your eyes. It felt like pressure, the kind that made your toes curl but kept your orgasm just out of your reach. Your cunt was aching, pulsing around every inch of his cock that was stuffed inside of you.

“Yeah? You wanna cum? Earn it.” You froze, gasping loudly as Megumi halted all movements. The tingling pressure of your impending orgasm was fizzling away into nothing. Still, you had never felt as full as you did right now. “E-earn it?” you questioned, unintentionally pulling against the restraint that was Megumi’s grasp on your wrists. “Earn it, apologize for humiliating me.” He wasn’t letting it go, that realization made your cunt clench tightly, suctioning to him and pulling a wanton moan from his lips. “M-megumi.” You didn’t want to apologize, your pride wouldn’t allow it. But still… if you wanted to cum. “Say it, Mommy. Apologize for edging me… for making me call you mommy…” Your nose scrunched, “I didn’t make you… you said it your–oh!”

Megumi pushed into you more, not going anywhere since there was nowhere to go but it only made the pressure more intense. “I don’t give a fuck. Apologize or you’re getting nothing.” But even then, you knew Megumi wouldn't be able to pull out and leave you hanging. Still, you were getting impatient, and likely dehydrated with all the sweating you were both doing. The physical activity didn’t help of course. “F-fine… fuck I’m sorry Megumi… I didn’t mean to suck you off so good that you had to call me mommy.” Your tone was full of sarcasm, a devious grin pulling at your lips as Megumi’s cold stare turned into one of shock. “Un-fucking-real.”

You yelped loudly as Megumi drew his hips back completely, leaving you empty as he pushed himself up and off of your body. “Megumi–” you squeaked, thinking you had actually offended him until he was yanking you up with him. “Looks like I forgot my reason for doing this in the first place…” You could only let out a noise of confusion as Megumi’s hands were on your wrists again, pulling them behind your back as he spun you around. You yelped as he pushed you forward, thanks to the sauna set up your knees were digging into the bench you had been sitting on while the top half of you was pressed to the platform of the next.

“You’ve got to watch that filthy mouth of yours.” A hard slap rang through the small space, accompanied by your quiet cry and pain blooming on your ass cheek. Megumi didn’t hesitate, thrusting back into you so quickly it nearly hurt. With your arms restrained, you could do nothing to aid yourself in this new position, having to let Megumi have his way. “Apologize.” Megumi barked, hip snapping into you at a brutal pace, you couldn’t even think straight anymore. Your brain felt like it was melting into mush as Megumi brutally fucked into you. “I’m not hearing–fuck– an apology…” you whimpered in response, trying to pull yourself together to say something–anything– that would satisfy Megumi’s wishes.

“C’mon you can’t be that far gone… or maybe I’m really just that good and fucking you stupid.” he spat, aching to slap your ass again as it jiggled with each snap of his hips. “M-megumi!” you blubbered, tears leaking down your face as every snap of his hips hit that one particular spot. You were going to pass out at this rate, a mix of the steam, your activity, and now your tears were going to do you in before you could even finish. “I’m s-sorry, Megumi.” you wailed, fat globs of tears soiling your pretty face as your cunt sputtered around his cock. “I’m so sorry f-for embarrassing–” you hiccuped, sniffling harshly as you tried to continue.

But that was more than enough for Megumi, his hand sneaking around your front and dipping between your thighs to start rubbing circles on your clit. “Shh… that’s it…” he murmured as you dissolved into tears, he leaned forward to place kisses along your sweat spine as he worked on bringing you over the edge. As much as Megumi liked to be cruel to you, the tears always did him in. He was a sucker for you, especially when you cried too prettily for him. “Gonna make you cum, pretty girl.” he sighed, hips working overtime as he tried to stave off his second orgasm “Your apology is accepted, baby. You’re doing so good.” he praised as you hiccuped.

You whispered his name over and over, his fingers working wonders on your clit as your orgasm quickly built again. “Cum for me, pretty girl. Ruin me.” his voice was low, full of need, making you clench as your orgasm grew nearer. You’d cum any second now, making a mess of yourself, Megumi, and the poor sauna bench below you. It only took a few more snaps of his hips and you were coming hard. A strangled cry of his name left your lips, just loud enough to make Megumi work faster in fear of someone coming to check on the two of you. “Shit… fuck…” more profanties left Megumi’s lips as your cunt covered him in your release, creating a ring around the base of his dick and sending him over the edge. Megumi spilled into you, whining your name just as loud.

Megumi let go of your wrists once he could breathe again, pulling out of you slowly and huffing out a laugh when only a little bit of his cum leaked out. “You okay?” he sat down, carefully grabbing your waist and pulling you down to his level. Sleepily you nodded, pressing your head to his sweaty shoulder. “Thirsty… we gotta get out of here.” You motioned to the towels you had come in wearing, feeling rather than hearing Megumi laugh in response. “I don’t think we raised any suspicions… but they’ll certainly be worried about how long we’ve been in here.” You nodded, trying to will yourself into a sitting position so you could get yourself covered and out of the damned sauna. All you wanted now was water, a bath, and your shared bed.

“C’mon, Meg. Mommy is tired.” You smirked at him as you straightened, watching his shoulders sag as he looked at you. “Was that apology fake?” He chided, getting up to grab his towel as well. “Course it wasn’t… you’re just fun to tease… Daddy.” you glanced over your shoulder at him, mischief glittering in your tired eyes. For the first time that night, Megumi kind of understood why the whole “mommy” thing was appealing to you. “You’re too much.” he sighed, returning your smile as he wrapped the towel around his waist. “You know you love it.” You offered in return, securing the towel in place as you turned to face him. “Yeah… I do.”

[ysrjune]

whiny sub scott supremacy another one THANK YOUUHH

today was not a good day for scott. everyone was pissing him off. Peter sent him all around campus to run his errands, jules and shelby bickering over which one he liked more (when he was a thing with them), the boys (moreso david) being annoying and telling him all kinds of stuff. it was all too much. way too much. he was so mad when sitting down at the tables with everyone. he didnt want to be spoken to, he just wanted to listen in.

"and then stupid scott SLIPPED across the grass!!" david laughs in his face, pointing at him with one hand while the other slapped his knee. scott glared at david, fighting the urge to punch him right in the nose. "saw when he dropped all those papers and crumbled them up, too." auggie chimed in and looked at scott with a smirk, thinking it was hilarious how mad he was getting. "shut up dude, it wasn't my fault. stop talking about it." scott rolled his eyes. "nah, you're a total fuck up." david said. that was it for scott. "you know what? have your jollies. im done." he shoved david off the table from where he was sitting and took off into the girls cabin where you were.

he locked the door and went over to your bed. "hey," he tapped you to take your headphones off. you open your eyes and give him a confused expression. "what're you doing in here?" you ask as he sits down next to you. he just started yapping about how everyone outside is a stupid nobody with parents who dont love them. he didnt stop at that, though. he was pissed, so he went as far as going deep into their problems. "hey, hey stop. you're being a dick." you attempt to pull him in, which he doesnt allow. "I dont care! they deserve it!" he whines. hes obviously overwhelmed.

"I dont wanna be here. I just.. I'd rather be at home than here." he suddenly lays on top of you, burying his face in your cleavage. "wish everyone would dissappear." you felt a few wet drops fall into your chest. it was uncomfortable, but he was having a moment. "i hate all of them, they're so damn annoying." he whimpers and starts to actually cry. he kept saying all kinds of stuff while sobbing. he calmed down quickly, but his sniffling didnt stop. you noticed his eyes were puffy and red the moment he looked up at you. "I got your shirt wet." he states, looking down at the tear drops, then perving over the way your shirt made your tits look good for a second, then dropped his face back down and sniffled. "its okay, it'll dry." you tell him and mess with his curls.

for the next hour, he pouted into your chest, talking about other things to get his mind off of what happened earlier. "I want popcorn," he says and groans. "but we dont have popcorn." he rolls his eyes and looks up at you. "yeah, we dont." you tell him and boop his nose. "maybe you can ask if they have regular corn so you cant eat that." "thats not funny. i want popcorn." he mumbles and pinches your cheek. "skittles sound good too." he continued listing all the candy he wants to eat. he was fine now, but at the cost of not shutting up about junk food.

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