#bold reader

[saltynatto]

the first time you did it with him, he was nervous and red all over, but oh my god, wasn't he a pretty sight to behold?

you were way in the empty, unoccupied library, his back was pressed against the cheap carpet flooring as you sit on top of him, or even better, on his cock.

he would let out porn grade moans everytime you would move while your gummy walls were still clenching tight against him, right at the tip. you bit onto your bottom lip, trying to restrain whimpers and curses as you try your best to bottom him out.

which was... you moaned, “quite impossible”

he lifted his head off the floor immediately at your groan, his blue eyes were blown out as much as they were confused, his hands tightened at your waist. “w-what?”

his pathetic, low voice was shaky because of how ragged his breath was, and it was a melody to your ear. your continuous struggle to accept him deeper due to how big he is didn't escape his notice.

“you're too big...”, you let out, and his face immediately reddened, his hands releasing your waist to hide his face in shame and embarrassment.

“is- is that a bad thing?”, he asked hesitantly. to be honest, it was his first time, and despite knowing all of the theories to make sex a success, he wouldn't know any better about the perfect size of a cock to make a pussy— especially your pussy— creamed and yearned for him.

you gasped at his pathetic cry of his size, before shaking your head immediately to reassure him. “no, no, you're perfect. it was just—”

you stared down at where you were nearly about to connect with him, about few inches left of him to be accepted. “you're the biggest this far...”, you mumbled, before leaning down to pry his hands away from his face.

“but i would make this work” your words made him whined, and he nodded his head in anticipation. needy anticipation.

“yes—hngg— yes, please, ma’am”

creamed you went.

[valluvsberries]

the journal *ೃ༄

part 2 !

Finney Blake x fem!popular!reader

click to read part 1 !

warning!: just pure fluff😙

The three boys ran through the hallways, Finney’s journal still in Matty’s hands. The three soon found the pretty h/c girl at her locker with her friend group, giggling and chitchatting until they interrupted them. “Y/n! Y/n!” Matty called out from down the hall, running towards her with the two other boys behind.

“Yea? What’s wrong?” The girl asked in amusement at how urgent he sounded. “You gotta read this! Seriously!” Matty said quickly and handed the h/c girl the journal. y/n looked at the boy in curiosity before looking down at the book. She tilted her head in confusion before reading the page.

“Ok so there’s this girl in my science class, Y/n, and gosh when I tell you she’s practically a sight for sore eyes. I REALLY mean it. I mean Jesus.. she’s really something else. She’s so pretty I swear! And I’m SURE she isn’t aware of my existence but she will be once I ask her out (which will never happen). Robin also keeps telling me to talk to her like it’s THAT easy! It’s not! I can’t even stare at her without going red in the face. How am I supposed to talk to her!? And I kid you not that I would definitely just melt by the sound of her voice. Or her laugh. It sounds almost angelic. no. It IS angelic. And god.., don’t even get me started on just her in general. Her pretty e/c eyes, her perfect h/c hair, her pretty pink lips…Man I’m going into to much detail. I can’t help it though, especially when it comes to a girl as pretty as her.” The page read, y/n felt her face flush red and a small smile of awe appeared on her lips. She’s been told that she was pretty all the time, but not like this. Not in this much detail. It actually made her blush and feel a flutter in her stomach.

“Gross right?” Matty asks with a snicker before looking at her face, a look of confusion was plastered on his face once he saw her smile. This was NOT the reaction he was expecting. “Who wrote this?” Y/n asked, her tone sweet and full of awe.

“That Finney guy. Y’know…the nerd?” Matty said, still confused. “Don’t tell me you actually like what he wrote.” Matty added with a groan. Y/n couldn’t hide her smile and the pink blush that graced her cheeks anymore. She looked down, shifting from feet to feet, biting her lip to stop her from smiling but she really couldn’t. What Finney wrote was just too sweet!

“just a little…” y/n mumbled, biting her lip to stop the giggle that was about to escape. Matty and the two other boys groaned in disappointment, obviously annoyed that things didn’t go as planned. “Cmon let’s go” Matty mumbled to the two other boys and walked away, leaving the journal with y/n.

Time skip !

It was finally lunch time, the time Finney was dreading. He knew that Matty and his gang had brought his journal to y/n and that she had read it. She was definitely going to confront him about it, tell him how gross it was, how she didn’t see him in that kinda way. He didn’t want to hear it. He really didn’t. He sat at a table in the far back with Robin, picking at his food. “Dude. I doubt she’s gonna just come up to you and tease you about what you wrote. She isn’t that cruel.” Robin finally commented after a moment of silence. He had a point though. Y/n really wasn’t that cruel. She was actually rather sweet. But there was just something in him telling him that she’d make fun of him.

Meanwhile, y/n was debating on whether or not she should confront Finney about his little journal and what he wrote. She wasn’t mad. Far from it actually! She was actually ecstatic that someone thought such sweet things about her. “Just confront him about it. Tell him you think he’s really sweet.” y/n’s best friend, Donna suggested, noticing y/n’s obvious state. Y/n bit her lip, debating if she should do what Donna suggested. Y/n hesitantly got up, journal in hand. She had no idea why she felt so nervous now. She was never nervous! But the thought of having to go over to him and talk to him about the journal made her stomach churn. Donna silently cheered y/n on as she made her way towards the table Finney sat at.

Y/n took a deep breath and gently tapped Finney’s shoulder, snapping him out of his dazed worried state. Once robin noticed her, he wiggled his eye brows playfully and smirked before nudging his best friend. Finney looked at robin confused before looking up, his heart dropping. Shit. He was in deep shit.

“I believe this is yours…” y/n softly said, handing Finney his journal. “y-yea…it’s mine” Finney awkwardly stammered, taking the book from her and putting it in his lap. “A-also…I’m guessing Matty already showed you the page I wrote..” Finney added, his heart beat quickening in his chest.

“Yea…he did..what you wrote was really sweet..” she said, a smile forming on her face. Finneys eyes widen at her words. Sweet? She thought it was sweet? Was this some kinda joke or dream? Finney scanned her face, trying to see if she was lying. But she looked and sounded so genuine. And he did NOT miss that pretty pink blush on her cheeks. What the hell was happening?!

“S-sweet? You think it was sweet?” Finney asked quietly, still confused. “Mhm..! Do you really think that way about me?” y/n asked softly, her cheeks pink. Finney looked down at his dirty black converse, nodding shakily.

“Y-yea..? who doesn’t?” Finney mumbled to which y/n chuckled. “Not everyone thinks I’m a ‘sight for sore eyes’, Finney. Guys may like me but not like you do…the way you wrote about me seemed so…passionate…it was honestly cute.” she commented, a sweet smile gracing her face. Y/n was feeling bolder now. Bolder than before at least. Almost bold enough to plant a soft sweet kiss to his cheek.

which she did.

y/n leaned down and pressed her soft lips onto Finney’s warm red cheek, his eyes widening and once she pulled away, Finneys mouth parted, like he was about to say something but closed it. Y/n giggled at his reaction and shyness before waving goodbye to him and sitting back down at the popular kids table with her friends.

Finney felt almost dizzy. The was NOT healthy for his heart. The butterflies in his stomach were going ecstatic and his cheeks were burning! Finney was in a complete daze at what just happened before smiling and looking at his bestfriend.

“She kissed me! She actually freaking kissed me!”

YAY! I FINALLY FINISHED!

I had to rewrite the last part bc my tumblr was acting up and not saving my progress>:(

So sorry if the last part seems rushed☹️

too lazy to proofread but I hope you love this!

[grymghoul]

GALE was the vocal one during sex. He was helpless and mewing half the time. His hands pawing and clawing at your hips with his head thrown back. He tried to watch you ask much as he could, but his eyes would slip shut. Especially when you anchored your hands on his chest to give yourself a better angle, to have more leverage. He was a mess of moans and panting out your name like a prayer. Every few rolls and snaps of your hips he'd groan and whine, a soft noise, quiet, deep from his chest.

"That's it- God's, that's lovely. You're wonderful at this, are you- ah-" A sharp moan left him, his hands gripping the meat of your ass. He kneaded it, using it to help you fuck him just the way he liked. "I worry I might not survive this.." He swallowed hard, choking back a pathetic whine. "My love.. You're a delight-"

He couldn't help it. You sounded like an animal, your keening moans and open mouth cries. You had made his dick creamy, like a crown at the base. His pubes sticky, navel tacky. You'd come once or twice on his cock. He loved that. He loved feeling those pillowy walls clench around him, trying to milk him for everything he had and more.

"I can't last- not like this-" His hands shook. He was tempted to pull you off of him, so he could have a breather. He was no stranger to edging, you found this wildly hot. How he'd force himself to pull out, panting against your neck in between mouth mouthed kisses on your neck.

Instead, he rolled you over, your legs hooked around his waist from the position change. He pressed your thighs to your chest, angling them apart. He pistoned into with abandon, the wet slaps mixed with your combined moans was a symphony of sin. His forehead pressed to yours, his eyes barely open.

"Look at me. Please." He was barely able to get the words out. His chest tight from the gasps for air, it was like your hot cunt squeezed the air from his lungs. You couldn't deny your wizard what he wanted, such a simple request. When your eyes met, one hand left your thigh to hold your cheek. "Hello, my love.." His words soft and sweet. So sweet. It went straight to your pussy. She was battered by all the attention he'd given her. It was all too much, he was pounding all rationality from you. The waves of another orgasm threatened to crash over you and sweep you away. Gale knew this. From the beginning he was so in tune with what your body was doing.

He used his shoulders to keep your legs pinned, his now free hand dropping down to circle your clit with precision. He felt the grip on his hair tighten, nails raking his back. "That's it, my sweet. Absolutely divine. Like you're a gift from the gods themselves.."

His hips stuttered, eyes fluttering as your cunt clenched him. "Gods above and below.." He buried himself one last time, staying in place as he spilled himself deep inside. His legs trembled as his seed coated your walls. he didn't pull out right away, his face resting into your neck, breath wavering.

His cum oozed out in thick gobs with every twitch and flutter from both of you, ruining the sheets.

[paper-lilypie]

"they're quick when tempted" LILY YOU CAN'T DO THIS LILY

YOU CANNOT MAKE REMARKS LIKE THAT AND EXPECT TO GET AWAY WITH IT

But see, what if I go towards them EQUALLY AS FAST? NEVER LET THEM KNOW YOUR NEXT MOVEEE- oh shit they're grabby-

I promise you, you are never fast enough

[daylighted]

SOMETHING IN YOUR MOUTH ━ DARYL DIXON x BOLD!READER

18+ CONTENT! daryl told you to be quiet how many times? and yet still, it is so much more fun to push his limits than follow his grunted pleas.

"mmph," you can't even get a proper word out through the fingers shoved between your parted lips, the taste of daryl's salty skin coating the inside of your mouth.

you don't know why he's so insistence of your silence; at this time of night, the prison was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. it was more that obvious what you were getting up to by the sounds of the squeaking bedsprings and the lewd skin slapping noise seeming to echo off of the stone walls.

but daryl was quiet when he wasn't in your orbit. he stuck to his favorite shadows and observed, so used to being on watch that he'd made a home in the silent dark. getting into this thing with you was, probably, the worst and best thing he could have done for himself.

how else could someone express frustration with the loudest person in the group other than to fuck it out of them?

it was inevitable, you thought. the bigger, isolated cells were reserved for the people with dependents, leaving the rest of the group to pair off and suck it up in the other cells, all in the same block as to not lose track and keep a head count. inevitable that you'd end up buried in the sharp springs of the bottom bunk's mattress, because daryl sure as shit wasn't getting on the top bunk to screw you into silence.

"i told you," daryl seethes in your ear, always so quiet even when he yelled, like he was more than aware that he didn't need volume to demand control of something, "to shut the hell up."

you liked getting him angry, though. every time, it got you closer and closer to this: the breaking point. when he'd climbed on the wiry bunks' frame and grabbed you by the face and slammed his mouth against yours. he was strong enough to haul you down from there for easier access.

now, you were both half dressed, and he was ranting and raving in your ear about your silence, ironically making him the loudest in the room.

you open your mouth around his thick fingers to try and tell him as such, but he pushes them down harder on your tongue. "never fuckin' listen," his words are more rasp and gravel than anything, hardly intelligible around the creaking, the deep thrusts enough to make you see stars. you should piss him off more often. you were going to piss him off more often.

his other hand goes to your thigh, lifting it higher up on his waist, giving him all that more access to getting as close to you as he possibly could. your head tips back into the thin, pathetic excuse of a pillow, no more words trying to escape your mouth but pleas of your own. shut the hell up, he pleaded you before. please make me louder, you pleaded him now, without the proper ability to say such.

daryl's thumb digs into the bottom of your jaw, cupping your open mouth in a claw. your saliva is all over his fingers, pooled in the corners of your lips, and yet the only sounds you can get out are the growled, unintelligible ones in your throat.

your hand reaches up to fist at his raggedy shirt, tugging him down closer. there's something wild in his eyes, like this little sense of normalcy, no matter how raunchy, had him gone. being in a world so ruined made the human things seem that much more exotic.

his thrusts are more erratic, and each noise around his fingers is becoming more desperate, more pleading. tears sprig in the corners of your eyes, clenching them tightly to focus on something, anything, that isn't the fact that you want to scream and cry out and can't even hardly utter a proper moan to show for how he breaks you apart and shatters you.

daryl lets go of your mouth suddenly, that hand going to the top bunk's metal frame as he uses his grip on your thigh to sink one last time into you, a guttural groan heaving from is chest. in the end, it's always the man that breaks his own rules.

his face is flushed when he lifts his forehead from the top bunk's frame, leaning beneath the boxspring above him to get a proper look at you. it's always hard to tell when he's blushing or when he's worked up. you think maybe this time it's both.

"you," you manage to choke out through your broken voice, mouth dry and thick from having it pried open for so long, "are a filthy little hypocrite."

daryl's lip quirks in the corner, more of a muscle twitch than a smile. "y'want me t'tell you to shut the hell up again already?"

he doesn't smile properly, but you do. a wide, toothy grin that only turns the pink on his cheeks more vibrant. "if you'll let me scream this time." daryl goes to argue, but you dig your heel into the muscle of his thigh. "only fair. you probably already woke up every damn walker at the gate."

a man of little words is more than likely also a man of many actions. he grabs your other ankle and pulls you closer to the edge of the mattress, and when the bed starts to creak again and you melt into a fit of moans hardly muffled by the scraps of fabric they called blankets here, he doesn't bother trying to shut you up this time.

notes. u let me write when i'm tired and i start acting like a proper slut PLSSS. anyways my venture into another fandom i hope the twd ppl don't bite.

tags. idk if i have any twd girlies in my audience rn but if u are one & want tagged pls lmk. for now special mentions to @deansbeer & @starzify & @frosttbitessam who ik at least have seen it hehehehe

[emmyrosee]

head empty, only thinking about how when you go to kiss him, you cup his cheeks in your hands and gently squish, smooshing his lips out slightly. he’s already smiling in excitement. you lean in, offering him a little “mwah,” dramatically, but somehow, it always works. his eyes practically form little hearts, not a trace of a thought swirling in them, and his body relaxes: his shoulders droop and his brows soften, and you know he’s completely under your spell when he puckers his lips out for just oooooone more kiss.

it happens a lot more than you both realize; before work, after work, when he’s cleaning up from dinner, when you sneak up behind him while he’s doing paperwork, constantly, are those squishy cheeks in your hands and the invisible tail behind him wagging eagerly.

truly in the palm of your hand.

—————-

bnha: denki, kirishima, midoriya

hq: hinata, tanaka, nishinoya, sugawara, yamaguchi, kuroo, yaku, oikawa, bokuto, akaashi, tendou, ushijima, atsumu, osamu, aran, suna, sakusa, terushima, meian

jjk: gojo, geto, ino, yuuji, higuruma, choso

+ ur faves 🫶🏻

[princesssmars]

i musttt have tribbing with vi

and i must talk about tribbing with vi! nsfw.

when it comes to sex, you were pleasantly surprised to find out vi prefers your time together to be intimate, prolonged, and sweet. she'll shower you in praise and press sweet giggly kisses into your skin as she slowly brings you to a blissful crescendo.

except for the rare instances where she has a workday gone bad, the heavy thud of her gauntlets hitting the floor the only warning you get before she downright pounces on you and drags you to the bed, the couch, sometimes the floor-

you dont try to use words to get through to her when she's like this, knowing she'll talk about whatever is bothering her once she's successfully gotten her energy out. you help her take off both of your clothes, fabric flying as she pushes you down and presses a quick series of bites and nips down your torso until her mouth attaches to your center, quickly bringing you to orgasm as she claws and bites at your thighs.

she won't even give you a minute to catch your breath, strong hands instantly pushing your legs up and apart as she sets herself over you, leg resting over her shoulder as she grinds her cunt into yours.

the pleasure is intense, rendering you incapacitated as she moves your body to her will and uses you to get herself off. you press a quivering hand to her abdomen in a feeble attempt to gain some control when she's growling and pressing your hand into your stomach, breathlessly laughing when it draws a mewl from deep inside of your chest.

when your eyes focus after going damn near uncrossed you focus on her, hot pink hair dropping from her insane hairstyle and hanging down in her flushed face. her eyes are hazy as she stares at where the two of you meet, downright in a trance as she watches your pussy become wetter and nosier and so damn pretty.

and she can tell when you start to get close, because of course she can, and you can tell she's right there on the edge with you when she's biting at the skin of your ankle and rolling her hips even faster, mumbles of "'s so good, feels so good" and "cum for me, please, wanna feel it-" sending you over with a shout and deep arch of your back, barely registering how vi folds you near in half and bites a groan into your neck, hips slowing until her tired body is near dead weight in your arms.

"so, you wanna talk about it now?" you breathe, softly running your hands through her hair as she nuzzles into your neck and tries to bring her body impossibly closer to yours.

"mmm. let me just... rest for a minute. then go again with you folded like this."

and as you feel her hands smooth over the skin of your hips, you realize that with her, the exhaustion is worth it.

[viperineee]

𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑

older cowboy sevika x younger citygirl reader

you visit your uncle and cousins for the summer, not realizing that they had the hottest next door neighbor you’ve ever seen

cw: drinking, smoking, barely made it up the stairs sex, fingering, oral sex, 69, strap-on sex, reader does the knee thing, age gap (reader is mid twenties, sevika is late thirties, early forties), tension, some time skips, reader is a bold tease, modern au, ps I suck at writing dialogue

“it’s too fucking hot.” you mutter, already complaining and you’ve barely been on the ranch for ten minutes. you step out of the car, using your hand to shield your eyes from the blaring sun above you. of course you’d come on the hottest day of the year.

“well, look who finally showed up.” your cousin, Brandi, greets you, stepping off of the porch. “ready to go home already.” you smirk, wrapping your arms around her when she was close enough. you hadn’t seen her in a few months since she graduated university and moved out of your apartment. “c’mon, it ain’t that bad.” she smiles, looking over your choice of outfit. you wore a thin red tank top with a leopard print bra that peeked over the hem, denim jean shorts that barely covered your ass, and a silver belt with a huge buckle.

“you know i hate heat. i don’t know how you live in this oven.” you check your phone, seeing you had low bars all the way out here. you follow your cousin into the house, greeting all of your younger cousins as you went through.

“daddy! she’s here!” Brandi called through the house, her voice echoing off of the walls. “want a beer?” she offered, pulling you into the kitchen. you shrug, pulling a carton of cigarettes out of your back pocket. you and your cousin catch up, filling each other in on what you’ve been doing the last six months. “oh, so then she slept with him, which was fine if she wasn’t-” you cut yourself off from spilling gossip when the side door opened, a large woman stepping through and holding a box.

she stopped, looking you up and down a few times before your cousin spoke up. “hey, sevika. he’s in the garage i think.” she points her finger towards the back door, and you felt your lips quirk into a smile. oh, she was hot. she was wearing a white wife beater, a few grease stains but it honestly made her look better. she had a few scars, short hair, and arm veins that would give you an orgasm if you looked longer.

“who’s your friend?” sevika asked, jerking her chin towards you. you sip your wine cooler, waving at her with your fingers. “oh, that’s my cousin.” Brandi introduced you, and you leaned forward when you told her your name, tilting your head as you study her. when she went back to the garage, boots thudding against the wooden floor, you sharply turn to your cousin. she read the look in your eyes almost instantly, and she groaned.

“no, no way. she’s like, old, dude.” she fake gagged, and you smile. “you know i love older women. they don’t make ‘em like that in the city.” you turn to the direction sevika had walked, and you jump out of the stool you were sitting in. “think I’m gonna say hi to my uncle.” you wink, and brandi only shook her head.

you happily walk to the back where the garage was, a little sway to your hips as you push open the door. “hey, there’s my little star.” your uncle smiled, holding his arms out for a hug. you made small talk before looking at the truck he was working on. you felt her gaze on you, watching you as you lean against the car.

“nice car, when’d you get it?” you ask, twirling your lighter between your fingers. as he went into the details of the car, you saw sevika place a cigarette between her lips. you couldn’t help but bite yours, tasting the slight minty taste of your lipgloss. she pat her pockets, looking for something. “shit”, she cursed, looking around on the ground. “can’t find my light.”

you step forward, close enough she could smell the sweet cherry perfume you wore, mixed with the subtle smell of cigarettes. you lean down a bit, sparking your lighter so her her cigarette would light. she looked up at you, and you almost stepped back from the intensity of her gaze. “thanks sugar.” she smirked, blowing the smoke from the corner of her mouth.

that was the first interaction. two weeks have gone by since then, and you made it your mission to have her. you went out in dainty clothing, relaxing in the sun despite your hatred for sweating. you laid in the grass on a blanket, wearing a pink bikini top and micro shorts when she came out over to help with the car. she’d occasionally speak, offering to smoke.

you thought you’d never have your chance until one night, when your uncle and cousins went to visit your aunt. they left you in the house, and you wanted to get drunk. so, you did the only logical thing you could think of: you knocked on her door. the sun was going down, and you were wearing a pair of low rise jeans and a black tank top with deftones written in cursive. you held a six pack of beer in one hand and held a bottle of tequila in the crook of your arm.

she swung the door open, holding a beer in one hand. you didn’t say anything at first, too busy openly staring at the sight of her happy trail peeking from the gap between her wife beater and her dark jeans. you licked your lips, lowering your eyes as if you had x-ray vision. oh, she was a woman. you could only imagine what sex with her was like, to have her tall frame hovering over you while tribbing. she was probably a beast in bed, and the way her fingers are? oh, she definitely knows foreplay- “did you need somethin’?” she interrupted your daydreaming and you clear your throat, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck.

“yeah…yeah, uh, wanna drink? family’s out of the house for a while, and i thought you’d enjoy a beer.” you shrug, waving the beers in hand. she sighed, opening the door wider for you to step in. she guided you to the living room where low rock music was playing on a speaker. you place the bottles down, and sevika groaned internally, seeing the peek of a black pair of panties when you bent over.

“i’ll go get some ice and cups. make yourself comfortable.” she nods towards the couch, walking away before she could act on her urges. you sit on the soft grey sofa, crossing your legs as you twist open the bottle of tequila. you took a few swigs of it straight, wanting to get the worst of it over with already. sevika was taking her good time in the kitchen, and you were already getting antsy.

you pulled out your box of cigarettes, pulling out a joint you had stashed inside. you pulled out a lighter, one you had decorated yourself, and sparked it. blowing the smoke into the air, you listened to limp bizkit’s “break stuff”playing from the speaker. you nod your head along to the beat, and a few moments later sevika came back, placing the glass of ice next to you.

“you know the song?” she asked, sitting down in the spot next to you. you blow smoke out of your nose, coughing at the slight burning sensation in your chest. “i wanted to see them live, but never had the chance.” you clear your throat, leaning your elbows on your knees. sevika was too busy staring at your tits to hear your words, or see you holding the joint out for her.

“you wanna hit this?” you ask again, watching panic strike across her face. oh, she heard that part though. “are you sure?” she asks, and your brows pull together in confusion. “i mean…i have more weed if that’s what you’re concerned about.” you raise a brow, and a beat of silence passed before she laughed. like, an actual laugh.

“i thought…nevermind. yeah, pass it.” she said, shaking her head as she took the joint from your hands. you both talked and listened to music for a while, easily drinking over a quarter of the bottle. your feet, no shoes, were propped up on the couch, laughing over the shit she was talking about people at her job. “i swear, if he raised his IQ points two more, he’d be as smart as a rock.” she shook her head, putting her cigarette out in the ashtray.

“i need some more ice. wanna show me where it is?” you nod towards the kitchen, and she stood up. you extend a lazy hand, too high to even want to stand up, much less on your own. she wrapped her hand around yours, yanking you up with one swift motion. you would’ve flew into the table had she not managed to stable you in time with her arm.

“at least we know those muscles aren’t for show.” you say smugly, patting her bicep before strolling into the kitchen, leaving sevika watching the sway of your hips. “it comes from the fridge. second button.” she points, slipping behind you to press it herself. you could feel the warmth radiating from her body, looking at the frame of her figure out of the corner of your eye.

“thanks.” you mumble, turning while leaving your cup on the tray under the ice dispenser. she looked down at you, grey eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips. your eyes meet for a few seconds, as if you were both thinking about it. “fuck it.” she huffs, her arm wrapping around your waist and she kissed you. you met her lips with eager vigor, your arms hanging off of her shoulders. she took a step forward, pressing your lower back against the kitchen counter. she barely managed to get words out between feverish kisses.

“let’s-go-upstairs.” she mumbled, and you nod, slowly sliding your arms from around her neck. you followed her blindly, both of you a little tipsy and too horny to make it a few steps with stopping to kiss each other. you couldn’t help the alcohol dripped giggles that slipped past your lips as you stumble up the last few steps. it was a mess of sloppy kisses and giggles, Sevika’s belt hit the wooden stairs and your shirt followed soon after.

her room was easily identifiable, the door swung open and the smell of her cologne was most evident. you were struggling with you jeans as you walk into the room, and her hand slid down your back, cupping your ass. “i can’t get them unbuttoned.” you say, your voice light as she buries her face in the crook of your neck. she hummed, guiding you to the bed and sitting you down. you lay back without her telling you to, her hands easily pulling the button of your jeans apart. her hands moved to pull the zipper down, but she paused, looking at something intently.

she blinked once. twice. and then a smile graced her face, the gap between her teeth only adding to her beautiful features. you look down to see just what she found so funny, and that’s when you saw it. the red fabric behind your zipper, sewn in the denim of your jeans. it read “lucky you” with a clover above the words. “fuck yeah, lucky me.” she nods appreciatively, using the hooks of your jeans to pull them down your legs.

her eyes roam your body, from your bra with a diamond logo resting between your tits, to your panties, the boy short style underwear hugging your hips and curves nicely. sevika leans over you, placing heavy and hot kisses down your neck, collarbone, and the tops of your breasts.

you snake your hands behind your back, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it fall down your chest. her lips immediately latch onto your nipple, her fingers circling the other one. you slid your leg between hers, your thigh and knee rubbing her cunt through her jeans. you felt her pause, glancing up at you with glossed over eyes. you kept your knee at a slow, steady pace while she continued to play and fondle with your chest.

you lift her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side and staring at her bare chest. you were mesmerized by their size alone, mouth watering over the sight of her brown areola. “fuck.” you huff, holding one of her tits in your palm. you meet her eyes, yours clouded with lust. “i need to taste you. please, baby.” you plead, increasing the speed of your knee. she nods immediately, desperately. she stood, working at her jeans while you pull your panties down, kicking them somewhere in the room you didn’t see.

you both moved quick with a hunger, placing a knee on either side of her body while backing up. you licked your lips at the sight of her pussy, covered by thick dark hair. you wiggle your hips, leaning down and pushing your tongue between her folds. you could practically taste the day she’s had, the tang of her pussy filled your senses as you eagerly flick your tongue against her clit. you enjoyed the sight of your pretty acrylic nails spreading her pussy lips apart, giving your more access to her throbbing cunt.

meanwhile, sevika was enjoying this almost way too much. her tongue pushed in and out of your clenching hole, drinking the juices straight from the source. the room was filled with muffled moans and the sound of both of your pussies squelching. you gasp sharply when sevika pushed a finger into you, her tongue flatly rubbing against your clit. if her body wasn’t there, your thighs would’ve clamped around her head. then again, she’d probably enjoy that as well.

you pull your head up for a bit of air, your voice echoing off of the walls of her room. your fingers continue to circle her clit, occasionally dipping in to fuck her pussy. you felt her clench around your fingers, her hips bucking slightly and almost hitting your lip. “gonna cum? already? shame on you.” you tease lightly, suckling on her clit to hide the fact that you too were close to an orgasm.

normally you’d last longer, have wittier comebacks and have shit to say. but, between the weed and the tequila, you would have to save the words you want to say for a later time. oh, cause after one taste of her pussy, you knew you’d be back almost every day before you left. “fuck, sugar!” she groaned loudly, her fingers curling upward as she came around your fingers. you dip your head back down, using your fingers to coax out more of the evidence of her hard orgasm.

you didn’t stop, not until she used her thumb to circle your clit and fuck you with her tongue. “oh-oh god.” you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut as you grind against her face. you sit upright, rocking your pussy against her face to ride out your orgasm. right before it became overstimulating, you got off of her face, kneeling on the bed beside her as you both caught your breath. “do me a favor, sweet thing. go in my nightstand and grab my strap.” she rests her arm over her eyes, pointing to the dark wood nightstand beside her bed.

you got up giddy, searching the drawers of the stand before finding the dark leather harness. you place it on her stomach, and she sits up, her pupils blown. she leans across the bed, pulling out some baby wipes. you watched her wipe down the strap, wiggling in anticipation. “how do you want it?” she looked at you through her thick lashes, but you barely processed her words, your eyes bouncing between her tits and her strap in her hands.

“dealers choice then.” she shrugged, standing up to pull the harness up her legs. that’s when you snapped out of the fantasy land you had drifted off to. you slide across her bed, turning onto your stomach and the balls of your feet pressed into her carpet. “shit, yes. get to see this pretty ass clap when i fuck it.” her palm slapped your ass, leaving a stinging feeling on the skin. she didn’t need lube, you were still soaked from your orgasm. her hands spread your asscheeks apart, watching in amazement as the tip of her cock teased your hole.

“stop-ah-teasing.” you choke out, the girth of it all making you stumble over your own words. dark red acrylic nails gripped the sheets tightly, forehead resting on your forearm as she pushed the entire length in one steady movement. when she bottomed out, she heard the choked whimper escape your throat. she smiled sadistically, her fingers finding your hair and tangling themselves in the strands. “not so cocky now, huh doll face?” she pulled back until only the tip remained inside, and then thrusted herself in until her hips smacked your ass.

“shit! oh, fuck-hah-fuck, fuck.” you melt around her strap, your knees buckling under your weight. her fingers tug a bit, giving you a mix of subtle pain and a shit ton of pleasure. her hand moves from your ass to your hip, keeping you in one spot while she continues her assault on your pussy. “oh, yeah, yeah right there.” you grunt with every thrust.

“yeah? look at you, taking my cock so fucking good.” she praises you, leaning down so her chest pressed against your back. you tried to come up with words, anything to say. your mouth opened and closed, jaw trembling as your mind fails you. “such a pretty thing. been teasin’ me since you got here, wearing those small ass bikinis to lay outside. practically beggin’ me to come and fuck ya. isn’t that right?” she chuckles, kissing between your shoulder blades.

“mhm, wanted your cock all this time. it’s in my fuckin’ stomach!” you cry out, thighs clamping together as you come again. but she didn’t stop, her hands turning you over onto your back. she slammed into you again, a scream unwillingly leaving your throat. “shhh, you’ve been taking it so good. keep going, for me.” she whispered in your ear, leaving kisses and bite marks down the length of your neck.

with tearful eyes, you nod. your shaky hand snakes up her body, resting at the base of her throat while she marks your body as hers. because, even if this was temporary, you were hers for the moment. especially now, when it felt like she was trying to touch your heart with the tip of her dick.

“making me-mmm-cum so good. doin’ so good.” you return her praises, and she licked up your jaw. you turn your head, meeting her halfway to meet in a kiss. it was messy, your tongues clashing and a bit of drool dripping down the side of your lips. whether it was hers or yours was up for debate.

your nails leave deep scratches along her back, angry welts forming against her skin. she hissed, feeling another wave of wetness seep from her pussy. the overstimulation creeped up your legs, the buzzing sensation so reaching your spine. “aw, is my poor baby going to cum again? go ahead, doll face. cum all over your dick.” she urged, her hand smacking your thigh.

“all mine, fuck, all mine.” you groan, your back arching off of the bed. she nods, peppering kisses all over your face. your nails dug into her arms, jaw slack and eyes rolled back as you came for the final time. the cream coming from your pussy coated her cock and dripped onto her sheets beneath you. “oh, gooood job, baby. fuck, so creamy. all for me?” she asked, watching you nod dumbly.

she’d keep going if it wasn’t for the heavy knock at the door. her head snapped up, and she eased her cock out of your pussy before walking to her bedroom window. “shit! your uncles back already. c’mon, sweet girl, sit up.” she quickly tugging the harness down her legs. you had to take a few seconds to register what she said before you jump up as well. “where are my panties?” you look around the room, clipping your bra onto your body.

“take my boxers for the night.” she threw you a fresh pair out of the pack, and you quickly put them on, your jeans following. you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, darkening hickeys forming. “i need a hoodie.” you panic, pulling one out of the closet. you used it to hide your body, specifically the hickeys and the hand prints.

“you can keep that.” she says gruffly, pulling a tshirt over her head. you’d be teasing her about the sweet action if you weren’t rushing down the stairs. you slip your shoes on and sit on the couch just in time for her to open the door. you quickly grab the tequila bottle, taking a shot to act as if you had been doing nothing but drinking.

“hey is- oh, there she is. we’re ordering pizza, you coming?” your uncle nodded towards the house, and you nod, holding the bottle in one hand. “sevika, are you coming?” he asked, moving aside so you can get past. you snort, laughing on your way down the steps of her porch.

“well she was.” you chuckle, and she glared at you while your uncle gave a confused look. “she means that I’ve been drinking, so it wouldn’t sit well on my stomach. plus im lactose, I can’t be shittin’ all night.” she lied, and you turn, trying to hide the shakiness in your legs.

“have a nice night, sevika.” you wave, biting your lip. she nods, bidding you both a good night before shutting the door. your uncle walked beside you, his hand holding your shoulder. “didn’t think you to would get along. glad to see she has someone she finally likes.” he grinned, and you shrugged. “im glad too.”

[bokutone]

your first kiss with osamu feels so weird, you were used to his boldness, his flirty comments, and his touchy hands. so it comes as a bit of a surprise when the only thing you recognize in him is shyness.

he's not sure what to do, he has kissed people before. but it was always meaningless, and with you it's different. it's important. special.

he doesn't want to ruin it but he might be thinking it's a little too late for that because confusion is plastered all over your face when he looks at you after that weird kiss. so he panics, you can see it in his eyes, the wave of fear clouding those grey orbs that you like so much disappears as quick as it comes and when you open your mouth to question him, you're met with a handful of rice shoved into your mouth.

because obviously, one awkward moment wasn't enough. he's so charming, isn't he?

[haechansunshineboy]

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

Haechan’s rings always look so pretty on his fingers. The different intricately designed silver bands on both his left and right hands just look so good against his skin. You’d been daydreaming about holding hands with him (or his fingers trailing down your bare stomach-).

It was becoming a problem, since you were getting incredibly distracted by his hands holding the red solo cup.

He caught your eye from across the crowd, raising his eyebrows to greet you from afar. You wave back at Haechan, watching him start squeezing past people to get to where you were standing.

“Hey.” His voice puts you at ease every time and you reply back with a “hey” as well.

“Wanna get out of here?” Haechan asks you. “We can take a walk together, if you want.”

You nod, smiling at him as he gestures with two fingers for you to follow him out.

-

The two of you walked around the block until you reached a local food chain, opting to sit on the side of the empty parking lot.

The cool wind felt nice against your skin, and you turn your head to face Haechan, who was already looking at you.

You flushed at seeing his gaze on you, his soft smile growing bigger before he started talking.

“Anyway I started watching this new show..”

-

Haechan’s hands rested on his lap, palms facing upwards towards the night sky. Again, your attention was drawn to the rings adorning his hands. The simple silver band on his left index finger, the delicate ring shaped to look like a rounded nail on his ring finger, and your favorite: the pretty braided metal on his right index finger.

“Everything ok?” He asks you, noticing you hadn’t responded to his question about the show.

Feeling bold for once, you muster the courage to drag your index finger over one of the pretty silver rings adorning his knuckle.

“Sorry, I got distracted by your rings.” You mutter. You let the pad of your fingertips brush against his palm as well, feeling how soft his hands were.

“It’s o-ok. My little cousins are always asking if I’m m-married. So annoying.”

You look up at him, taking in the sight of Haechan’s attempt at being nonchalant, his reddening ears giving him away. You smile softly, bringing your attention back to his hands.

“They’re so pretty.”

Haechan lets out a soft breath when you pull your hand away, hoping you didn’t pick it up.

“Y-you know, my chain is also really nice..” He trails off, never taking his eyes off of you.

You beam at him, secretly enjoying seeing this flustered version of Haechan.

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

[slasherscream]

I love your writing! And you just get my craziness and character obsessions. I was thinking what would happen if reader had a bruise cheek or lip, and refuse to tell them what happen. Then they discover that the reader was the one who beat the shit out of someone for saying something about their partner, and how proud yet pissed off they will be. I’m think Crazy Ass Girls Gang, need more possessive and protective FMC. Thank you!

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine - Tricks you into thinking she’s gonna be normal about it. She purses her lips when you won’t tell her anything, but quietly rushes off to get the first-aid kit. WATCH OUT! You have just activated a trap card: emotional manipulation. Her most powerful weapon. She’ll silently and dotingly take care of you. Disinfectant. Gentle Hands. Careful bandaging. Petulant silence. Painkillers lovingly dropped in your hand. Big sad eyes staring up at you. When you inevitably break and tell her what happened she could melt! She does melt, straight into your arms. You’re gonna be covered in lipstick by the time she’s through with you. Her hero. Don’t worry, she’ll help you clean up… eventually. Later, you’ll have to help her clean up too. It was so romantic of you to fight for her honor…. But she'd never let someone live after they hurt you, silly.

Jordan Li - Won’t drop the line of questioning until you’re damn near ready to fight her too. She hates that you’re hurt. She loves that you wanted to defend her. Jordan gets a lot of criticism, sometimes it seems never ending. The fact that you feel so strongly about protecting her, not because you think she can’t fight her own battles… but because she shouldn’t have to do it all alone? It means a lot. Still, she doesn’t want you getting into fights. Let alone fights over her. It doesn’t matter how badly you hurt the other person. If there are marks on you Jordan is going to go find them for round two. “You like to put hands on people?” Words spoken seconds before disaster (she’s ignoring the fact that you started the fight. Jordan could give a shit about semantics.)

Nancy Downs - Don’t wanna tell her? Cool! Get ready to experience her favorite couple’s activity besides shoplifting: abusing your coven bond to read your mind! Hooray! It will hurt badly. Because Nancy always makes it hurt when you keep her out on purpose, or hide things from her (or when she thinks you’re doing that.) But don’t worry, after she realizes how sweet you really were, she’ll make you feel all better. Cooing over you as much as she ever allows herself to coo. Cleaning your cuts. Healing you with her magic. Trying to ease the fever that always comes whenever she uses your bond in a way she shouldn’t. She thinks you’re the stupidest, sweetest thing. You’re witches. You don’t have to use your fists anymore to win fights. She leaves you with the coven and goes to enact a witch’s vengeance on whoever dared to lay a finger on you. 

Jennifer Check - You’ll try not to tell her but she immediately starts making such wild accusations you have to just come out and admit to why you’re injured. “I can smell someone on you. If you wanted to get beat up to get your rocks off you should’ve just told me, I’d happily beat the shit out of you.” Start talking quickly! She looks like she’s about to start fulfilling that nonexistent wish now. Once you tell her she has to suppress a smile. She’s a demon. She doesn’t need you playing knight in shining armor over what some jealous, mouth-breathing, loser is saying about her… but, it’s kinda hot that you did. She’ll show you just how hot she thinks it is. Then you two are gonna take a nice little drive, and you’re gonna point out the jackass who put bruises on you. She’ll fuck you again after she’s full. “Thanks for finding my next meal, baby.” 

Victoria Neuman - Victoria expects you to have better self control than this. Not telling her what happened isn’t an option. Ever. The look on her face when you first try and insist that nothing happened is enough for you to quietly admit you got into a fight. Her blood pressure sky-rockets. You two have an image to maintain. You’re her spouse. She has enough problems as it is. She’s thinking of viral videos, nightly news, seedy gossip magazines doing think-pieces: do we really want this person standing behind the president as first spouse? When you tell her you fought one of the Boys for trying to convince you she’s a monster? Well…. She goes a little softer. Victoria will pull you into the circle of her arms and thank you for being so loyal to her. She means it from the bottom of her heart. She’s also dreaming of the day she can pop their fucking heads. Touching you. Talking to you. Trying to turn you against her… they’ve crossed her last line. 

Carrie White - The moment she sees you she’s in hysterics: “Oh, Angel, what happened?!” You’re really gonna sit there and not tell her anything? She’s worked herself into an anxiety attack within seconds. She can hardly open the first aid kit, she’s shaking so bad. The sound of your voice is always so soothing for her that you’ll start telling her the story just to have something to say. She listens quietly while she cleans you up. You’ll have to pull her into your lap before long, and kiss her gently. You’re all she has in the world and it scares her to death to think of you putting yourself in unnecessary danger. You’ll fall asleep curled into each other’s arms. You whisper soft reassurances: “Nothing’s gonna happen to me / I’ll always be here.” Carrie tries her best to listen. You’ll wake up alone, but wander downstairs just as Carrie walks through the front door. She wanted to get her knight in shining armor some breakfast from your favorite diner down the street. She watches you eat with a big smile, and thinks about how she’ll have to burn those clothes in the trunk of the car. She couldn't risk them trying to hurt you again.

Ginger Fitzgerald - Don’t piss her off. If you don’t tell her exactly who touched you she’ll rip the entire city apart. Women, children, men, everyone. Anyone. “Do you want me to do that? Huh, baby? Is that what you want me to do?” No? Then start talking. She won’t be able to see through the blood-lust long enough to take care of you. As soon as you say a name Ginger’s out the door. She’ll only return once she’s thoroughly covered in viscera and gore. She’s still dripping with it when she crawls into bed with you, smearing the blood across your body. She’ll lick at any injury you have, until they’re clean and closed, your skin smooth and unblemished. She’s the only thing that can leave marks on you. She’ll kill anything else that tries. “You don’t have to lift a finger for me, baby. If you want someone hurt, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you.” Just run your fingers through her hair and try not to cringe as your fingertips get stained red. 

Patricia (Split) - She’s devastated by the state you come home in after she allows you to go out on a walk all by yourself for the first time since you were…. taken. You’d been so good for her. So obedient. So sweet. She wanted to reward you. And now your eye is starting to bruise, and your clothes are all askew, and your knuckles are swollen. Her calm demeanor cracks, and it’s a struggle to stay in the light. She takes deep breaths, centers herself. None of the others are what you need, right now. You need her. She strips you down, runs you a bath, won’t even let you hold the washcloth. It’s only as she’s patting you dry that she can force out words, finally: “What happened to you, sweet thing, hmm?” The guilt nearly brings her to tears. Months of keeping you close and look at what just a pinch of negligence has done to you… You try to assuage her guilt. You tell her you ran into a neighbor, who’d seen the two of you out together once Patricia trusted you enough to accompany her for little things like grocery trips. You say it’s your fault you came back to her in this condition. That you just couldn’t stand the vile things they said about her. Her face drops into an expression you’ve never seen. It’s gone in an instant, replaced by that comforting, ever present smile she wears for you. She takes you by the chin and kisses your forehead: “My little sweet thing. Playing knight, are you?” You had her love before. Tentatively, you had something like trust. Now Patricia trusts you completely. Even so, you won’t be going out alone again. Patricia trusts you. But it’s clear she can’t trust the world to be gentle with you. Don’t worry, though. All you need to do is ask, when you want to feel the sun on your face. You never see that neighbor again, no matter what time of day you and Patricia go walking.

A/N: thank you!!! we need more batshit crazy women with something wrong with them! Batshit crazy women with something wrong with them unite! if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. Xoxoxo

[velvetghoul]

Obey, brat

✦ One-Shot

Reader x True Form Sukuna | 18+ MDNI

cw: dark themes, sexual tension, physical dominance, rough language, power play, choking

⸻

The first time Sukuna sees you, you’re not afraid of him.

That’s what does it.

Blood stains the floor beneath his feet. The air is thick with smoke and screams, but you—small, dark-haired, eyes sharp and unyielding—stand in the center of the chaos like you belong to it.

You should be running. You don’t.

You look up at him like he’s not a curse, but a challenge.

His head tilts. “You’re not screaming.”

You shrug, brushing ash from your shoulder. “You’re not as tall as I imagined.”

He stares. Blinks once. Then lets out a low, wicked laugh.

Everyone else begs him for mercy. You provoke him.

He circles you slowly, eyes raking over your curves, lingering on the dangerous calm in your gaze. “You’re either incredibly brave,” he says, voice like smoke and blades, “or fucking suicidal.”

“Can’t I be both?”

Something in him clicks.

You’re not prey. You’re the spark.

That night, he doesn’t kill you. He follows you.

Watches how you move. How you lie. How you fight like beauty is a weapon and your smile is the last thing a man sees before he dies.

He dreams of your voice.

Not sweet. Sharp.

He dreams of your hands.

Not delicate. Cruel.

And when he finally touches you, weeks later, with blood on both your lips and a corpse cooling between you, it’s not lust at first.

It’s ownership.

Obsession came later.

Obsession doesn‘t bloom, it strikes.

Right after you bit his lip and whispered, “You’re going to beg for me.”

And he realized—

You weren’t his prey.

You were his match.

✴︎—

You feel him before you see him—his presence stretches ahead of him like a storm rolling over the horizon. Sukuna doesn’t walk into the room so much as command it, dark red eyes locked on you, like you’re the only thing worth devouring in this realm or the next.

You don’t look away.

His mouth curves, amused and hungry, that scar-slick grin dangerous as ever. He stands tall, hulking, predatory—almost two meters of carved power, tattoos curling like inked flames over hard muscle, barely contained by the loose black robe draped over his frame. His salmon-pink hair falls around his sharp jawline, slightly tousled, like he’s just been in a fight—or something far more wicked.

“Still staring, brat?” His voice is deep velvet with razors underneath.

You cross your arms slowly, letting your weight shift to one hip. Your long black hair spills over your shoulders, and you see his eyes dip—just for a moment. Enough to catch the shape of your curves under the thin silk slip you threw on deliberately, knowing damn well it barely hides anything.

“Still talking?” you shoot back, lips curling.

He laughs low, a rough, dangerous sound. “Feisty tonight. Good. I was getting bored.”

He’s in front of you in a blink, crowding you back against the wall, massive hand braced beside your head. His body is hot, radiating heat like fire barely restrained. You can smell him—something dark, spiced, and ancient.

You don’t flinch. You tilt your chin up, eyes gleaming.

“Say it,” he growls, pressing in closer.

You smile—slow, sweet, wicked. Then, without breaking eye contact, you reach beneath your slip. His gaze darkens instantly, pupils flaring as he watches your fingers hook into your lace panties. You drag them down slow, teasing. Sukuna breathes heavier.

“You want brat?” you purr, voice low and laced with challenge. “Then eat it.”

Before he can reply, you stuff the soft fabric right between his lips.

His eyes flash wide in surprise—then narrow. His tongue curls around the soaked lace, groaning low in his throat like a beast unleashed. He bites down just enough to hold it, and suddenly his hands are on you, massive and greedy. He doesn’t care about gentle—he never has.

But you don’t give him time.

You shove him hard toward the throne-like chair behind him. He lets you, grinning around the gag, clearly thrilled. His hands drop to the armrests, letting you climb on top, straddling his thick thighs. His cock presses up hard under his robes, but you don’t touch it. Not yet.

Instead, you ride the power high, grinding slow, making him feel every damn inch of your heat through his clothes. His eyes roll back slightly—then snap open when you slap him, sharp across his cheek.

He growls.

You slap him again.

And Sukuna moans.

“You like that, huh?” you murmur, hand tangling in his hair, tugging his head back. His throat is perfect. You want to mark it. “You like being a filthy little god under my heel?”

He nods, eyes burning, gag still between his teeth. You can feel him throb beneath you.

“I’m not done breaking you yet,” you whisper, and ride him harder, dominance and fire bleeding between you like lightning in a stormcloud.

He grins wide, baring teeth, and swallows your underwear whole.

“Then stop talking,” he rumbles, voice rough and full of dark promise, “and try.”

The moment he swallows the lace, you freeze.

Not from fear. From thrill.

He’s never broken eye contact. His hands grip the armrests of the throne like he’s restraining a beast inside himself—barely. You’ve never seen a man look so undone while still completely in control. That paradox is what drives you mad.

“You just ate my underwear,” you murmur.

His mouth is wet and gleaming, lips curling upward. “You put it there. I’m simply obeying.”

You grind your hips against him, slow and punishing, and watch his eyes flutter, jaw tightening. You lean in, lips grazing the shell of his ear.

“You sure about that?” you whisper. “Because I haven’t given you a single command yet.”

He snarls low in his throat, and just like that, you’re airborne—lifted effortlessly as if you weigh nothing. His hands clamp around your waist, dragging you down to the cold stone floor of his lair. Your back hits the ground, but before you can even gasp, he’s already on top of you, massive frame caging you in.

“You want to play rough, brat?” His voice is low and dangerous, and god, you can feel how hard he is. “Then give me your worst.”

You smile up at him, all heat and venom. “Gladly.”

You catch him off guard when you flip him—pure will and adrenaline—and suddenly he’s on his back. Your thighs clamp around his hips as you sink onto his lap again, smirking down at him like a queen reclaiming her throne.

“You love it when I don’t behave,” you whisper, fingers dragging down his chest, tracing the dark tattoos coiling over his pecs and abs.

“I love breaking bad girls,” he growls back, but his voice is shaky now.

You lean down and kiss his throat—open-mouthed, biting gently just below his jaw. His skin tastes like heat and danger. He bucks his hips under you, desperate.

“Say it,” you demand.

He snarls again.

You slap him—harder this time. His head snaps to the side, a red mark blooming on his perfect cheek. And he laughs—deep and wrecked.

“Say what?” he pants.

“That you’re mine.”

His eyes narrow. “No.”

You reach between you, stroking him through his clothes, painfully slow. “Say it,” you purr.

He grabs your wrists—but not to stop you. Just to feel your pulse racing.

“You think you’ve got control?” he hisses.

“No,” you smirk. “I know I do.”

His lips crash into yours, all teeth and tongue, and you fight for dominance in every breathless second. You can taste the madness in him—the ancient, cursed hunger—and he tastes the chaos in you.

You’re a perfect match. Fire and fire.

And tonight, you’ll both burn.

He tastes like heat and fury. Like blood and obsession.

And you match it with every roll of your hips, every slap, every filthy word you whisper into his mouth as your teeth tug his bottom lip. You’re both breathing like beasts now, hot and ragged, drowning in the storm you created together.

Sukuna’s eyes burn, glowing under you like molten garnet, his claws digging into the stone beneath him as you ride him, merciless, relentless.

His whole body shakes—not from weakness, but from restraint.

“You love this, don’t you?” you whisper, your voice wrecked and dark. “Me, on top of you. In control. Making you fall apart.”

His lip curls into a snarl, but it’s pure worship underneath the fury. “You’re the only one insane enough to try.”

You lean forward, your hair falling like a dark curtain between you. Your tongue drags up the side of his throat—slow, possessive. “Then tell me who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” he growls. “I’m a curse. A king.”

“Wrong answer.”

You slap him again—harder than before, your palm cracking against his cheek. His head snaps to the side, spit and breath flying, but when he looks back, his eyes are glowing.

His mouth opens in a twisted, wicked grin. “Do it again.”

You laugh softly, licking the sting off your palm. “Say please.”

And he does.

This god, this legend, pleads.

“Please, brat,” he growls. “Hit me again. Own me.”

The words are oxygen to your fire.

You drag your fingers down his chest, leaving red marks over his tattoos, and slam your hips into him as your hand meets his face again. He groans—long and low—eyes fluttering. And when he grabs your waist this time, it’s not to stop you.

It’s to pull you closer. Keep you locked to him.

“You’re sick,” he mutters, voice hoarse, “and I’d burn every kingdom for another second between your thighs.”

You slow, just for a breath. “Then burn.”

And he does.

You feel him lose it under you—completely, beautifully. The monster comes undone, a god laid bare, and you ride him through it like a queen on a ruined throne, your nails in his chest, your body owning every inch of him.

When it’s over, you collapse forward, your face buried in the crook of his neck, both of you slick with sweat, panting in the afterglow of pure chaos. His massive arms come around you—tight. Unyielding.

You expect him to pull back. Instead, he buries his nose in your hair and whispers, “You drive me insane.”

You chuckle, breathless. “Good.”

A beat of silence. Then:

“If anyone else ever touches you like that,” he says, voice suddenly sharp and cruel, “I’ll rip them apart. Limbs first. I’ll make them watch themselves die.”

You lift your head and look into those burning eyes. There’s no joke in them.

Your lips curl slowly. “Jealousy suits you.”

“I don’t get jealous,” he hisses.

“Yes, you do.”

He grabs your jaw. Not rough—just firm enough to say: You’re mine.

“Then don’t give me a reason.”

You smirk. “Then keep me entertained.”

His eyes flicker. Challenge accepted.

“Don’t leave me,” he says suddenly. Quietly.

The words stun the air out of your lungs. You blink. “What?”

“I said—” he breathes deep “—stay.”

You don’t say anything for a moment. You just look at him. The tattoos. The bloodlust. The destruction he carries in every breath.

And the way he holds you like you’re the only thing anchoring him to this realm.

“I’ll stay,” you whisper finally, “but only if you obey.”

He smiles.

And this time, he bows his head.

“Yes, brat.”

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[aventurineswife]

Reader was quite reserved and anxious when they started dating their partner. Their partner doing most of the affection and such. So how will their partner react when reader suddenly decides to lean in for their first ever kiss, being the one to initiate it despite how hesitant they were and how clumsy the kiss was. (Veritas, Kaveh (separately), Aventurine, Itto)

One Kiss Is All It Takes

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Itto x Reader, Romance, Surprises, First Kiss, Tender Moments, Bold Gestures, Playful Dynamics, Emotional Intimacy, Vulnerability.

Warnings: Clumsy Kisses, Nervousness, Mild Awkwardness, Light-hearted Romance.

You and Ratio sat in his study, the room filled with the soft hum of a contraption he had been tinkering with earlier. Despite his usual confidence, you noticed how carefully he adjusted his tone when he spoke to you—slightly softer, more patient. It was as though he understood the hesitance you carried in your chest and approached it with the same precision he applied to his scholarly pursuits.

“Do you find this passage illuminating?” he asked, gesturing to the book he had been reading aloud. His eyes glanced at you, softening when you nodded shyly.

Your heart raced as you considered your plan. Ratio often took the lead in your relationship, his actions intentional and calculated. Yet here you were, nerves tangled like an unsolvable equation, deciding to take the lead yourself for the first time.

As he turned the page, you gathered your courage, leaning toward him with a tentative shift. He noticed immediately, his head tilting as if analyzing your body language.

“Something on your mind, my dear?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you leaned in further, your lips meeting his in a clumsy yet heartfelt kiss. It was a gesture so unlike your reserved nature that Ratio froze for a moment, his sharp mind short-circuited by the uncharacteristic boldness.

When you pulled back, cheeks aflame, you whispered an apology. “I… I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

But then his expression softened into something rare—unfiltered affection. “Surprise? My dear, you’ve just made one of the most profound statements of our relationship.” He reached out to cup your face, his touch warm and steady. “A bold experiment, and a successful one at that. Shall we… test it again?”

You couldn’t help but smile as he leaned in this time, guiding you through the kiss with a blend of expertise and tenderness, as though teaching you the finer art of affection.

The sun was setting over Sumeru’s cityscape, casting golden hues over Kaveh’s workspace. You sat quietly at the corner of his desk, watching him sketch the details of an intricate building. His passion radiated through every stroke of his pencil, and his sharp eyes gleamed with excitement whenever he explained his vision to you.

“You see, the key to balance is symmetry,” he said, waving his hand at the design. “Though… perhaps a bit of asymmetry could add charm.” He turned to you, his gaze softening as he noticed the way you watched him.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently. “You’ve been quiet.”

Your throat tightened as you decided to act. Kaveh had always been the one to initiate touches—a hand on your shoulder, a soft hug, a lingering gaze. But today, you wanted to take the leap yourself, even if it terrified you.

You stood, hesitant but determined, and took a step closer. Kaveh immediately noticed your trembling hands. “Hey, what’s wrong? You can tell me—”

Before he could finish, you leaned in, clumsily pressing your lips against his. It wasn’t perfect; you bumped into his nose, and your lips barely aligned. But it was yours—your first kiss initiated without waiting for him to bridge the gap.

Kaveh froze for a second, his eyes wide with surprise. But when you pulled back, stammering an apology, his expression melted into something warm and understanding.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked, his voice full of laughter and kindness. “That was…” He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Perfect. And so very you.”

He leaned in, this time taking the lead, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and reassuring. “For the record,” he murmured against your lips, “asymmetry is what makes things beautiful.”

The IPC lounge was dimly lit, its atmosphere charged with Aventurine’s charismatic laughter. He was recounting a particularly wild gamble to you, his earring glinting under the golden light. His sharp eyes never left yours, their intensity almost too much to bear.

“And then,” he concluded with a flourish, “the odds tilted in my favor. As they always do.”

You laughed nervously, your own mind racing with a gamble of your own. Aventurine thrived on risks, yet every act of affection he offered you had been carefully measured, calculated to avoid overwhelming you.

But tonight, you wanted to surprise him. You reached out hesitantly, your fingers brushing against his wrist. He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

“What’s this?” he teased. “Are you about to raise the stakes?”

Without another word, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was more earnest than skilled. It was clumsy, hesitant, but undeniably sincere. When you pulled back, you were already apologizing.

“I-I didn’t mean to—”

Aventurine cut you off with a low chuckle, his smile soft yet mischievous. “Darling, you’ve just made my night.” He tilted your chin up, his gaze uncharacteristically tender. “A bold move for someone who’s usually so reserved. I’m impressed.”

He leaned in, returning the kiss with a mix of passion and patience, his usual flamboyance tempered by genuine care. When he pulled back, he whispered, “Never apologize for playing the game your way. It’s the only way to win.”

Itto’s booming laughter echoed through the Oni Festival grounds, drawing curious stares from passersby. You stood by his side, cheeks flushed as you watched him arm wrestle a challenger with exaggerated flair.

“And that’s how the One and Oni wins again!” he bellowed, lifting his arm in triumph before turning to you with a grin. “You see that? All thanks to my lucky charm—you!”

You smiled, your heart thudding in your chest. Itto had always been the affectionate one, showering you with hugs, compliments, and playful antics. But today, you wanted to surprise him with a gesture of your own.

As the crowd dispersed, you tugged at the edge of his jacket/coat, your nervous energy barely contained. He looked down, his eyes wide with curiosity.

“What’s up, babe?” he asked, his tone softer now.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned up on your toes, pressing a quick, clumsy kiss to his lips. Itto froze, his pupils blown wide in shock.

When you pulled back, stammering an explanation, he broke into the biggest grin you’d ever seen. “Wait a minute—did you just kiss me?”

You nodded, your cheeks flaming.

“Aw, that was amazing!” he declared, scooping you up into a bear hug. “My sweetheart’s full of surprises!” He leaned down, kissing you back with a mix of passion and playfulness. “But next time, I’m calling dibs on the first move!”

[calypso-apologist]

plsss more Antinous x reader smut?? 😼😼 I’m thinking the trope of just relentless flirty Antinous x princess of Ithaca who HATES his guts.

Maybe noncon?? Idm dark content since its him 😛😛

ngl i had fun with this one :3 AND YES I USED A FUCKING DND TERM FOR TENDAY. YOU CAN'T STOP ME.

How a certain princess of Ithaca ended up bedding a certain suitor... ♡

CW: nsfw. choking. dub-con, i think? even i don't fully know how the consent works in this one. whatever the fuck is up with Antinous. experimented a bit with the format.

As much as you wanted that bastard gone, you had to admit he was good with his cock. You wished you could strangle him, kick him and all of your mother's suitors out, but the most you could do was scratch his back and neck as he fucked you stupid in your own bed.

Still, it was a solution. Not a very good one, but a solution. A way to keep him and the suitors at bay, somehow. They all followed him, looked at him like some sort of their own little patron deity. And so, after the fight between him and Telemachus, you had to figure out a plan.

You waited in your bedroom for Antinous to appear after asking a maid to deliver him a message to meet you there. You had a dagger, of course. You weren't stupid, after all. He could try something.

"Princess."

Oh, how you hated that smug voice of his. That smirk on his face as he greeted you with a mockery of a bow, his breath reeking of wine. It was almost a shame, really. Antinous was a handsome man. And a charismatic one, at that. He could be a good man if he wasn't such a piece of shit.

"Antinous."

"You asked for me. And here I am."

He walked over to you, looking way too confident about himself. He must've been convinced that you called for him to have sex. And technically, he was right. No matter how much you absolutely fucking hated it.

The suitors were simple creatures. Little more than dogs who would follow those who currently had the tastiest looking bone. And right now, you were the person with the bone. Or at the very least, you hoped to be. It all depended on how well you could control the leader of the pack.

"Indeed you are. And I would like an explanation."

"And what would you have me explain, princess?"

Gods, you wanted to smack that arrogant smirk off his face. Not to mention how that cocky purr in his voice made you want to tear out his throat with your teeth. Especially after all the bruises he left on Telemachus. Your brother, even with the training he would get, was still... well, to put it nicely, the only fights he could win outside of training were the ones inside he imagined in his head.

You took a big breath, hoping you looked more confident than you actually felt in his presence. You were fully aware that he could easily overpower you, even with the dagger you gripped behind your back.

"I would have you explain why my brother is walking around with a black eye, for one."

"I can only guess he hurt himself somehow, princess. The boy is not exactly careful, is he?"

"Neither are your... companions."

"Is that an accusation I hear, princess?"

The more his grin widened with every word, the more you wanted to throw the nearest vase at him. Still, you had to keep calm. Even if he looked insanely tempting right now. To stab, of course.

Of course, looking up at him now, you still wanted to gouge his eyes out. But your dagger was on the floor and your arms were pinned above your head, the hold he had on your wrists with just one large hand almost bruising. Just like the grip his other hand had on your hip as he forced more and more sounds out of you by moving his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of you with seemingly no issue.

You hated him, you wanted to gouge out the lustful eyes that looked at you, knock out the teeth he oh so eagerly bit into your soft flesh with, break the arms that held you down. But you also didn't want it to stop, even with how selfish he was, focused on chasing his own pleasure through your body, rather than even trying to please you, as well.

And for whatever reason, perhaps that was the best part about the whole thing. This savagery in his movements and gestures, the sadistic spark in his eye as his fingers wrapped around your throat...

"I have no need for accusations. I know it was you."

"Has a trusted servant informed you?"

"Not at all, actually. Your fellow suitors are a rather loud and talkative bunch. I heard them talking, you see. About the punches you landed on my brother, as if he was nothing more than your common scum."

Antinous clicked his tongue, slowly approaching you. Unlike you, he didn't need to fake his confidence. It was all around him, taking up your space just how the suitors took up the space in your father's palace. Except now, it felt even more invasive with how personal it was.

"Such harsh words from such a pretty mouth. You shouldn't speak to a man this way, you know. Would be a shame if something were to happen to such a pretty little thing like yourself."

"You threaten me in my own home?"

"Not at all, little princess. I merely believe you may have... forgotten something. You are in presence of a man."

"A man is an overstatement."

"Such a blatant disregard for the rule of hospitality."

"You want to lecture me on hospitality?! You and your oh so dear friends know nothing of it. We have granted you food and shelter for years, treated as you as most honored guest, and in return you brought nothing but-"

His hand was suddenly gripping your cheeks, silencing you effectively. His smirk was gone, replaced by a neutral look, one you've never seen on his before. It was uncomfortable. Almost scary. The man always had the same mocking grin on his face, sometimes replaced by a scowl when the other suitors annoyed him, but this? He was never this... calm. Almost emotionless.

The moment he raised his brow almost filled you with relief, though when his grin returned, so did your dread. A tiny, scared whimper escaped you as he leaned in closer, his nose almost touching yours.

"Will you drop it on your own, little princess, or shall I help?"

You glared at him as the dagger from your hand hit the floor with a clank. Antinous let out a small, amused scoff when he saw the blade no longer in your hand. You were such a good girl, unlike that irritating little brother of yours...

Oh, right. Your brother. The very reason you summoned him. An irritating little brat, picking fights he had no chance of winning, all because Antinous used wording he didn't like. He wasn't really an issue, of course, maybe a nuisance at most, but a very irritating one.

You annoyed him just as much, of course, but at least you were quite a pleasant sight, so he could just ignore your nagging and focus on your cute face and the way your clothing covered up your body. He would pretend to listen, of course, but in reality, he was imagining tearing your clothes off and shoving his cock inside you to fuck your attitude away.

But now you weren't giving him attitude and he was very, very pleased about it. Perhaps he should intimidate you more often.

"Since you care about your brother so much, how about a little deal, princess?"

"And what deal would that be?"

"A simple one."

If you weren't paralyzed from fear right now, you would've punched him for the mocking kindness in his smile. But instead, you could only let out a tiny gasp when he gripped your chin, tilting your head back to ensure you couldn't look away from him, no matter how much you might've wished to.

And there was something in the way his fingers held your head up, the way his thumb stroked your lower lip almost tenderly... Something that, despite obviously wanting to punch him in the mouth, also made you want to crash your lips against his, to lose yourself in a bruising, passionate kiss with the man, even if you despised absolutely everything about him.

"Why you-"

He merely chuckled at how you smacked his shoulder, as if you could actually cause any pain with your tired little smacks against his shoulders. Even at full strength, you probably wouldn't really do much about him, with how large he was compared to you, but now? With how worn out you were after he spent the night wrecking your sweet, sweet body? A fly landing on his skin would probably make more of an impact than your little slaps.

He looked down at your mouth, now decorated with a tiny red drop of blood trailing down to your chin after he decided to harshly bite down on your lower lip during one of the many heated, passionate kisses you shared that night.

Heated because of your disdain for each other, of course. There was no love, no affection in your bed that night, no. You two were using each other to release your frustrations, with him leaving bruises and bitemarks on you and you scratching him, leaving furious red lines on his skin and even managing to break the skin a little in some spots on his back.

"Aww, princess, is something wrong? You should be glad this is how I make you bleed. Your little brother wasn't so lucky."

Without thinking, you slapped him across the face, your nails marking his cheek. He was visibly stunned for a moment, and only seemed to realize you actually properly hit him when a few drops of blood fell from his cheek to your chest.

Well... he was impressed, in a way. And perhaps, if he was less egotistical, he would congratulate you on proving him wrong - you could actually land a pretty solid hit, even in your current state.

But you were also pretty fucking stupid. Maybe because of how fucked out you were, maybe you suddenly remembered what little pride you had left, even as you laid there, full of his cock. Or maybe, which he considered the most humorous option out of all, you just realized why you were in bed with him in the first place.

"I'll keep my companions, as you so graciously put it, on a leash. I'll even stop messing with your brother. But I want something in return. Something to make it all worth the effort."

"... And what would make it worth all the effort?"

He snorted with laughter, seeing how even now, completely at his mercy, you tried to put on a confident act. He liked it, honestly. He really did. The regal, almost queen-like attempt to mask just how much you were trembling in his arms.

"I'll be generous with you, little princess. Every tenday, I get you for a night. Make you earn the peace, with not a single little peep of resistance."

And he got his deal. You were doing so good despite your obvious hatred for him and everything he stood for. He was even kind enough to not punish you for scratching him, already knowing damn well it would be something he would show off to the other suitors.

But of course, you just had to ruin it, didn't you? And for what, reminding him how easy to beat her brother was? You were both painfully sensitive, picking fights over silly little points of honor.

It was almost funny, really. First Telemachus tried fighting him because he called the queen a tramp, and now you were here, sacrificing your own honor and dignity, just so he wouldn't get rough with your brother again. Such a devoted little family. Almost made him wonder what would happen when he eventually finally got to marry Penelope and finally get to rail her.

It was a great vision, really. One that he would fantasize about rather often. Seeing himself on the throne, with the prince sent away somewhere, leaving him alone with you and your mother. Of course, he'd play the devoted husband role well, fulfilling all of his marital duties. But he couldn't deny himself the pleasure your body offered him, the lovely squeeze of your cunt as it tried to milk his cock, coaxing his seed into you.

"Now, now, princess. Let's not do that."

There it was again. That cold, neutral tone that chilled you to the bone. He even stopped moving his hips as he leaned in closer, pressing your legs against your chest instead of keeping them loosely wrapped around his waist. You let out a small noise of discomfort as he pressed even closer, his entire cock buried inside you as he forced you into a breeding press.

"Let's not forget who's in charge here, yeah, little wench? Because you forget, there's more than one way for me to get the throne. I'm being kind enough to choose the peaceful way, but keep acting out, and I'm not gonna be nice to you for much longer."

He threatened, his voice lowered into a growl to scare you even more as one of his hands pinned your hands above your head and the other squeezed your throat, briefly cutting the air off until he decided you were scared enough for his liking.

"Be good, little princess. Unless you're so eager to bare my children so soon."

"What?!"

He merely chuckled, releasing your throat and pinching your cheek in an almost affectionate gesture, his cock slowly sliding out before he rammed his hips into yours again, burying the whole length inside you in one rough shove, making you cry out just loud enough for anyone who might be passing your room to hear.

"It's obvious, isn't it? Your mother's not getting any younger, and you're much easier to get to. Just look at you now, squirming on my cock like a good little whore..."

He started to move his hips again, each stroke rough and purposeful, forcing out more loud cries and moans out of you.

"Let's get things clear, hm? You can either play nice, and I'll keep our deal about stealing a night every tenday... Or you can act like a little cunt and see just how many tricks I have up my sleeve. And I think we can agree that you want me to be nice to you, hm?"

He squeezed your throat again, letting you struggle for air for a few seconds until you started to nod frantically, gasping and coughing when he loosened his grip.

"Gonna play nice, princess?"

"Y-yes..."

He chuckled at your little stutter. It was impressive you even managed to speak so soon, considering you were still struggling to regain your breath, but hey, at least you looked cute when you struggled.

Antinous leaned down, pressing a kiss on your lips. A soft, gentle, almost loving one. It almost didn't fit him... until you realize that it's not a kiss out of love, it's just a way to prove his power over you, a way to mock how he wasn't forcing you. He wasn't a monster, taking what he wanted by force, no, you agreed to this. You wanted this, just as much as he did, and you knew that.

Once he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against you, a hand on your cheek, mocking a lover's affection again yet again, just like he did after you agreed to his "deal". He even had the exact same grin on his face, smaller than the one he usually wore and almost tender, as he whispered the exact same words to you.

"That's my good girl..."

[sydnikov]

Being Bold || S. Jarvis

Author: Sydney / @sydnikov

Pairing: Seth Jarvis / fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k

Summary: Seth has a crush on you. A bad one, and he makes it very obvious throughout the years he’s known you, though you’ve still never taken him seriously because of his immaturity and energetic personality. Much to his chagrin, you keep denying him—until one night, scorned by thoughts of your most recent ex who never knew how to touch you right, you give in to Seth’s advances.

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected p in v (birth control usage), oral (f receiving), very slight age gap (reader is 2 years older), alcohol mention, alcoholic consumption, minor mention of violence including blood, cursing

A/N: Wow. This one is something (it’s just smut with a small bit of plot don’t mind my dramatics). Here’s the jarvy debauchery as promised ✨ until the next, thanks for the support as always!

*Minors, you are responsible for your own media consumption. That being said, I will not block you for interacting with this fic or my blog, but always be aware of the content you choose to consume and the consequences it can have.

You’ve only seen Seth Jarvis as a kid.

Well, maybe ‘kid’ is too strong of a word to describe the immaturity gap. You’re only two years older than him, but it’s just that how he acts gives you the impression of a boy.

Not a man, but a boy. And it drives Seth absolutely insane.

He first meets you the year he joins the Hurricanes because you’re friends with the social media director (he later finds out you’re close to Lottie, Jesperi’s girlfriend, as well). He remembers the night vividly, what you were wearing, how soft your hand felt against the calluses on his own. How you looked at him, amusement and softness in the smile you flashed him.

Seth was smitten. Still is, actually, because you’re around more than ever. He sees you everywhere. After games, and even just around Raleigh because you live in the area.

He tries asking you out. Numerous times, but much to his chagrin you always turn him down.

“We just met, Seth.” A week after you first shake his hand.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Well, he did. But, in his defense, he’d just broken up with her after he moved.

“I’m too old for you.” That one hurt, because that’s when he finds out you’re only two years older.

Seth is nothing if not persistent, though. He doesn’t give up even after all the rejections. He’s also pretty sure your reluctance is because you think he’s never touched a woman in his life.

Presumptuous, right? Andrei thinks so when Seth tells him after playing Call of Duty for several hours, but he recounts a conversation you had with Lottie (he still owes her and Jesperi a drink for that, actually) after Seth begged her to slide a good word in.

“You’re not into the mustache?” Lottie had giggled, taking a sip of her martini.

You were drinking a whiskey sour, which he knows because he bought it for you but had Lottie say it was from her. Your face burned red, either because of the alcohol or the question, he doesn’t know.

“No, no,” You laughed. “I like mustaches. And a nice stubble. They feel good on the thighs.”

“So what’s the problem? He’s in love with you, basically.”

“Isn’t he, like, I don’t know… Nineteen?” You had drawled, faking indifference while mixing around the olive in your drink with the little straw it came with.

“He’s twenty-two, babe.” She smirked. “Only two years younger.”

Lottie says she thinks you’re just wary of his immaturity. When he tries defending himself, Jesperi reminds him that he scored a goal the other night, pointed at you behind the glass where you sat with Lottie, and then proceeded to griddy.

Word on the street is that you weren’t impressed.

Nonetheless, Seth can’t change his personality for you, as much as he considers it. He thinks the sun rises and sets on you, but if you truly think you’re too good for him then he does have enough self respect to walk away and get over it.

But… He just doesn’t think that’s the case, here. You only seem reluctant—that’s it.

“You can’t force her to sleep with you, Jarvy.” Andrei tells him, breaking him out of his thoughts. 

“I know.” He groans, his chin falling into his hand. “What do I do, then?” And truly, he’s run out of ideas. He’s played silly, nice, gentleman… What else is there left for him to do, other than give up?

Seth thinks of your radiant smile, then groans to himself because fuck. He really doesn’t want to give up.

“Give her space?” Andrei suggests. “Have you tried, just… Going away?” He frowns for a moment, trying to think of the right words in English. “Not ‘going away’—”

“Space? You think she just needs space?”

“Well, not too much space—”

“Svechy you're a genius.” Seth interrupts, jumping out of his seat with renown vigor. “I’ll buy you a drink for this, remind me!” And then he’s springing up from the couch, grabbing his keys and sprinting out the front door.

Andrei blinks. Once, twice, then shakes his head with a laugh. He feels like he should warn you, then promptly decides this is not something he wants to get in the middle of.

Seth takes his teammate’s advice to heart, and gives you the space he thinks you need to process his zealous pursuit of you. He can tell it catches you off guard because he’s stopped following you around like a lost puppy, along with all of the antics normally associated with his creative flirting.

In fact, it’s such a sudden change from what you’re used to that it freaks you out. Hurts a little bit, too, because did he just wake up one day disgusted by the thought of you?

You tell yourself you’re disturbed because you miss the attention. It’s been a while since you’ve had a guy foam at the mouth for you, after all, so now that it’s gone you’re just going through withdrawals.

It’s more than that, though, and you won’t admit it to yourself but when you spy him chatting it up with other girls your stomach twists in a way that you know screams trouble.

Maybe it’s because you just ended things with your latest boyfriend - a bore of a man who couldn’t make time for you outside of his work - and the vulnerability of being alone yet again is getting to you.

Is Seth really so bad? You think about him sometimes, when you’re alone in your apartment or even right in front of him. You’ve always had a soft spot for him, sure, but nothing more than friendly affection.

You’re questioning this now, when his attention is no longer being directed at you, because you distinctly remember him getting into a fight with some other player on the ice, and that’s the first time you remember thinking man and not boy.

The team it was against escapes you, but you remember someone getting in Sebastian’s space with a raised arm, and then Seth came flying in with a fist to the opposing player’s face and a lot of colorful words. Your jaw had dropped as the referees tore them apart, his hair dripping with sweat and a cut welling with blood dripping down his forehead.

The moment forces you to think that maybe altogether, his energetic personality, a smile that never leaves his face, and the unwavering loyalty for his friends combined isn’t such a bad thing after all. The revelation leaves you shaking and feeling quite awkward when he’s around, or even just being brought up.

“Do you miss Scott?” Lottie asks you one day when you’re out for lunch at Perry’s - a steakhouse near her apartment in North Hills - referring to your aforementioned ex-boyfriend. Even his name is boring.

You laugh a little, unable to not roll your eyes though your ire isn’t directed at her. “No. I knew it wasn’t going to last when I got into it, anyways.”

“It’s been about two weeks since you broke up with him.” She says, a statement rather than a question. The look on her face tells you she’s trying to go somewhere with this. “Has anyone caught your eye lately? You’re too pretty to be single, you know.”

It’s obvious that Lottie is trying to ask if you’ve reconsidered Seth at all. It’s been the talk of your whole friend group, including the guys, that he’s suddenly stopped in his bold pursuit of you, though none of them think it’s because he’s lost interest.

“I don’t know.” You whine, begrudgingly stabbing a piece of potato with your fork. “I mean, he’s… Seth.”

“Seth, who has spent his entire time on the Hurricanes trying to win you over?” She says with a raised brow. “Just because he’s had his fun doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy.”

You don’t have a response to that, so instead you just nod. She is right, as much as you hate to admit it. Seth is a successful professional hockey player in his prime, of course he’s been with his fair share of women and will continue to do so as long as he’s single.

If that was your case you’d certainly be having fun, too.

“If his casualness towards dating really bothers you, you should just talk to him.” Lottie says after a moment. “He’s dying for you to speak to him, I swear it.”

You concede. “I’ll talk to him the next time I see him.”

Fortunately for you, that ‘next time’ doesn’t happen for quite a few more weeks, and when you do finally run into him again it’s when you’re slightly tipsy, drinking at a bar near to PNC Arena after the boys have won a game.

You don’t even take note of his presence at first, in the middle of gossiping with some of your friends who just so happen to know the players.

The gossip? Your ex-boyfriend, Scott, and his inability to make you come.

“I mean, he wasn’t bad or anything.” You say. “He had all the knowledge and stuff, just, like, couldn’t do anything. Y’know?” You’re slurring your words a little bit, but everyone around you nods like you’re making some big, important speech.

“So did you have to fake it?” Someone asks. You can’t even remember how Scott was brought up in the first place.

You giggle; you can’t help it. “Oh my god, yes, sometimes it was so bad I had to say I was cramping just to get him to stop trying.” That sends everyone into boisterous laughter, and in your slight drunkenness you can’t help but join in.

The song changes then, and it must be one everyone knows because it scatters you and the rest of the girls into smaller groups, some running to the dance floor while others wander back to the bar. You stay seated, however, content to watch as you sip your drink.

“Whiskey sour?” That’s when Seth makes his presence known. His voice murmured in your ear catches you off guard, and you jump a little as you turn to face him. “Seth.” You greet, not unkindly. “Yeah, but it’s only my second.”

Just as soon as he appeared, he’s jumping back up from his seat next to you. “I’ll get you a third.” You don’t have time to protest as he disappears, and your affection for this rambunctious man only continues to grow as he bounds back moments later, sliding you your drink with a smug grin.

“Thank you.” You smile, a little shy, a little bashful, as you take your first sip. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Anything for my girl.” Ah, there it is. You’re unable to hide the obvious roll of your eyes, but Seth’s smile doesn’t waver. “Not your girl, Seth. Just got out of a relationship, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” He says. “Scott, right? Sounds like that was doomed from the start.”

You narrow your eyes, unsure of the knowing tone he’s taken on. “And how would you know?”

“He couldn’t make you come, yeah? What a tool.”

Suddenly, your throat is very dry, and you’re taking a very large sip of whiskey that has you wincing. So… He heard you say that, then. Is it hot in here? You have the sudden urge to fan yourself. Fuck fuck fuck. Seth, of all people, should not be making your thighs clench.

You don’t realize how silent you’ve gotten until he speaks up again. “I could make you, you know.”

That has you choking, and you quickly throw back the rest of your drink to soothe your throat. “What?” When you finally meet Seth’s eyes, he’s still grinning at you, though it’s more carnal. His eyes darken as he responds.

“Come. I could get you to come so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.”

Your reply is meek, knowing deep down inside you’re fighting a losing battle. “Have you even touched a girl before?” He scoffs, and you know as well as he does that he’s been with his fair share of women. It’s one of the reasons you’re so hesitant to take him seriously.

Seth is undeterred, though, as he slides even closer to you. You stare straight ahead, determined not to meet his eyes even though you’re positive there’s a red flush creeping up your neck as his breath tickles your ear.

He says your name, a low purr that’s almost mocking like he can see right through your bullshit because finally, he’s breaking through to you. “You know I have. None of them are you, though.”

You squirm in your seat as his hand creeps up your shoulders, grasping the back of your neck as he gently turns your head to face him. He squeezes reassuringly, and now you’re melting into his embrace as a gasp falls from your lips.

“I want you. You know that, baby.”

“Seth…”

“Let me show you, please?” Then those warm eyes are bearing into your own, and now you’re getting a glimpse of the boy you first met all over again. This time, though, instead of feeling innocent affection all you feel now is heat.

You were stupid to think the adoration he never hesitates to show for you wouldn’t win you over eventually.

Blinking owlishly, you move one of your hands to grip his arm, looking so dainty against the rugged muscle under his skin, and, well. You cave.

“Okay.”

Seth doesn’t expect you to give in so easily. He freezes, doesn’t move until you gain your wits back and pinch his thigh with a gentle roll of your eyes. “Are you just going to sit there or should I find someone else to entertain me?”

That gets him moving. It’s his turn to look anxious as he runs a hand through his hair, still processing the fact that he didn’t have to convince you more. He wasn’t actually expecting to get this far with you—quite literally, the woman of his dreams.

“Shit, okay.” He laughs, jumping out of his seat and lacing his fingers with yours. “You’re serious, then.”

“Somehow.” You deadpan. Somehow your legs are still clenching and your heart is beating a little too fast to be normal. “Don’t fuck it up.”

He looks to you, a little terrified, and you can’t help but break the irritated front and send him a small smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly even as your words are all snark. Truthfully, you’re also scared, but not of the sex, but rather the developing feelings that might grow deeper afterwards.

You just got out of yet another disappointing relationship. You don’t want whatever this is with Seth to end with the same result.

He does a good job of distracting you from your destructive thoughts, though, as he pulls you out of the bar like two teenagers trying to sneak away from their parents. You suppose it’s not unlike that same feeling because Jesperi catches your eye as you exit the doors, and he sends you such a shit-eating grin it has you ducking your head to avoid his obnoxious stare.

You suppose you do owe him a favor now after all.

For the first time ever, standing outside in the biting cold, Seth kisses you as you’re waiting for an Uber. You being busy trying to look like you’re not about to go hook up, he suddenly grabs you by the waist and smooths his lips against yours so good your toes curl.

“Fuck.” He murmurs into your mouth. “I can’t get enough of you.” His teeth catch your bottom lip, and you unabashedly moan. You run your hands up his chest, around his shoulders, and to the back of his neck where you card your fingers through thick strands of hair, tugging from the roots.

“Seth…” You gasp when he detaches his lips from your own only for him to smooth down your jawline, then down to your neck where he sucks wet kisses into your sensitive skin. “Fuck, we’re in public.” With a hiss, you pull him away from your neck and pointedly ignore the wetness in your panties when he groans at the loss of contact.

He looks at you like a baby getting its favorite toy taken away, and you can’t ignore how his desperation turns you on wildly. It takes everything in you to not let him go back to feasting on your neck.

“When’s the Uber getting here?” You ask after a moment. You’re both panting, tipsy from the taste of each other’s lips as you try to catch your breath.

Seth pulls out his phone, and as you admire the way the light illuminates his face you completely miss the words coming from his mouth.

You flush. “Say that again?” Seth grins wickedly, brings you in by the back of your neck and kisses you, then pulls away too soon for your liking. “The Uber. It’s right here.” He then wraps an arm around your waist, digging his fingers deliciously into your skin, and leads you into the Uber as it arrives right on time.

He rattles off his address to the driver, then settles back into the seats. His arm snakes around your shoulders, and you hum your appreciation as you sink into his chest. You feel him kiss the top of your head in response.

You could fall asleep, if you really wanted to. The sudden switch in mood from carnal desperation to gentle affection would give you whiplash if you weren’t so at ease resting against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The drive passes fairly quickly, and Seth doesn’t stop touching you as you make your way up the elevator to his apartment. His hand sneaks to your ass, giving it a squeeze before you slap his arm away.

“Cameras!” You hiss, though it’s with little mirth as a small smile curves up your lips. Seth merely laughs, slides his hand back down to rest on your lower back. “They don’t care. Now c’mere.”

You make out until you can’t breathe, and as you pull away it’s just in time as the elevator doors open. Your heart rate picks up, and you hide your nerves as he grabs your hand and practically sprints out of the elevator with you.

“We have all night, you know.” You giggle, absentmindedly rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. Seth groans playfully, but his words strike you as serious even as he masks it with a grin.

“Not long enough, babe.”

You don’t respond, partly because you don’t know how to and partly because he’s just unlocked his door, and you’re too busy taking in his apartment. You’ve been to Andrei’s house numerous times, Jesperi and Lottie's apartment, Jordan’s for his famous house parties… It’s just now that you’re realizing you don’t actually know Seth all that well.

What you do know, though, is that he’s eyeing you like he can’t wait to devour you, and the reminder that you don’t even know his favorite color exits your mind as you sidle up to his chest, grabbing him by the lapels of his suit to drag his lips down to yours.

“Time to impress me, lover boy.” You hum into his mouth, fighting a shiver when he nips at your bottom lip. Seth chuckles, one of his hands sliding down your back to squeeze your ass, the other tugging your hair back to expose your neck.

He kisses your cheek once, twice, mouths at your collarbone with teasing bites that have your eyes fluttering shut, and then it’s like he loses patience as suddenly his hands are picking you up by your thighs and curling your legs around his waist.

You squeak in surprise. “Seth!” You admonish, because of course it turns you on that he’s able to throw you around effortlessly. He seems to have that effect on you.

Seth maneuvers the two of you through his darkened apartment with ease, knowing the route to his bedroom like the back of his hand. Your attempts at distracting him include sucking a bright red hickey on his neck, fully intending it for it to be bright enough that his teammates give him hell for it the next day.

Once he pushes open the door with his foot, he brings you to the foot of his bed and unceremoniously drops you. You scoff with indignation at his manhandling, though you know he knows you like it if the smirk on his face is anything to go by.

A tiger stalking its prey, Seth crawls on top of you and meets your eager lips in another kiss. His hands smooth down the curves of your hips to your thighs, slowly spreading them open. He mumbles something, and you miss it completely.

“Hm?” You run your hands through his hair, enjoying the way the black strands are moussed from your touch. Your shirt is also already halfway up your torso as he helps you tear it off. “I said I’ll wear your marks proudly. My girl.” He coos, flicking open the clasp of your bra and immediately moving down to your chest.

“Fuck.” He groans. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”  Your laugh quickly turns to a gasp as he sucks your right nipple into his mouth.

Your other nipple is taken by his fore-finger and thumb, rolling the sensitive nub between the calloused pads. Between him sucking on one tit and playing with the other, you’re practically a whimpering mess, trying to simultaneously wiggle out of his grip yet get closer at the same time.

“Seth,” You whine. “I need you.” You’re admitting it openly, foregoing coyness in favor of your own pleasure. Yeah, so what? You like this overgrown puppy of a man, and you really want to fuck him. Pulling his head back by his hair, you eagerly slam your lips back together.

“Need me?” He grins against your lips. “Where do you need me? Gotta be specific, babe, because I can be here,” He emphasizes a quick squeeze to your tit. “Here,” The other hand smooths over your ass. “Or here...” He trails off into a low rumble, parting your eager thighs.

Based on the tortured groan he lets out, you assume he can probably feel the wetness that’s soaked through your jeans. You’re too turned on to be embarrassed, though.

“Damn it, Seth, just touch me.” You hiss, keeping his hand pressed between your thighs while the other is already working open the button of your jeans. “Fucking tease.” You mutter, though it’s light-hearted and he knows it based on his snicker.

He helps you peel off the rest of your jeans, throwing them somewhere behind you. It’ll be fun trying to hunt for those in the morning. When he sees the dainty white lace covering your pussy, he lets out his most needy sound yet.

“Shit.” He breathes. “Wore these for me? So pretty. My pretty baby.” He murmurs as he thumbs the lace, running two fingers over the soaked fabric. If you could see, you’d guarantee his pupils are blown wide.

Your hips rise at the friction, wanting more. And because you’re still hellbent on resisting him, apparently, you roll your eyes, spitting out your next words. “You knew I was coming home with you, didn’t you? Asshole.” Though your words are all snark, your tone screams laughter.

Strangely enough, the banter gets you off more than any dirty talk in the world. It’s familiar, relaxing, and Seth clearly doesn’t mind either as he merely chuckles. “I just know you that well, don't I?” The look on his face offers no room for argument.

And, well, you suppose he isn’t wrong. You are here in his bed at the end of the day, right?

You grumble something that to his ears sounds like ‘shut up’ and then you’re sliding your panties down your thighs, letting him take care of the rest as, like your other clothes, he tosses them somewhere behind him.

If you thought the sight of your covered pussy would get the best reaction from him, it’s nothing compared to the way his entire body freezes at seeing it bare.

You’d had a feeling something big was going to happen after Lottie's sly words, so you took the liberty of shaving everywhere just two nights before. You’re glad for that, as Seth is looking at the heat between your legs like he doesn’t know where to start.

Teasing him in a normal setting about not knowing how to touch a woman is one thing, but making a remark now as anxious anticipation is all over his face just feels wrong.

You do like him, after all—quite a bit, you’re coming to find.

Reaching out your hand, you wait for him to grasp it before you pull him down to hover over your awaiting form. “C’mere, baby.” The pet-name slips without thought, but you can’t make yourself regret it because the way his face lights up is a look you won’t forget any time soon.

He laughs a little as your eyes finally meet, like he can’t believe he’s actually about to fuck you and you’re going to let him. “Tell me how to touch you?” He asks, not a demand but more of a request.

Taking his right hand, you lead him down the length of your body, over your breasts and down your stomach until your hands are resting just below your navel. “You know how to find the clit?” You tease, partly joking and partly serious.

Seth scoffs like the very thought offends him, and the mild dig does its job of making him forget his earlier nervousness.

“Of course I know where the fucking clit is,” He replies, pointer and middle finger already sliding down and gathering the slickness lathered in your lower lips. “Scott is such a dumbass.”

Well, it seems the familiar, cocky Seth is back now.

“...didn’t even realize what a bombshell he had right in front of him.” You miss the first part of his sentence because he did, in fact, find your clit, and unlike your ex, knows exactly how to touch it.

Your mouth opens into an ‘o’, and Seth hums a pleased noise as his fingers work your sensitive clit into a swollen, throbbing mess. Your hips move in time with the flicks of his fingers and you don’t even realize you’re panting until Seth leans forward and licks a stripe all the way from your navel down to your soaked opening.

When you start bucking into his mouth, he grabs your hips and holds them down to the bed, forcing you to take it. You whine, hands finding purchase in his hair as his tongue laps at you like you’re his favorite meal. He dips into your entrance in time with the quick circles he’s drawing over your clit, and oh, suddenly you’re much closer than you thought.

“Tastes so good.” You hear him grunt. “Can’t get enough of you.”

“Seth,” Gasping, you can’t decide if you want to keep him close or shove him away. “Shit. Seth, fuck, I’m close.”

“Yeah? Already?” Your confession only seems to reinvigorate his efforts, and the next thing you know two long fingers are sliding their way into your cunt. “Gonna come for me?”

Quicker than you expect he finds the sensitive wall of flesh inside you, and his fingers curl up against it which sends you keening. Loudly. You slap a hand over your mouth, but Seth quickly tears it away.

“Nobody here but me and you.” He grins, and just to rub it in, presses a hot kiss to your clit. “I wanna hear you scream.”

“What a gentleman.” You manage to squeeze out, and in revenge for your snark he immediately sucks your clit between his lips and rapidly curls his fingers inside you.

Seth watches with hooded eyes as your own squeeze shut, teeth biting into your kiss-swollen lips while your hands tug at his hair. Your thighs are shaking on each side of his head, and suddenly he wants you to come for him like his life depends on it.

“You gonna come?” He asks. Your walls clamp around his fingers and he knows you’re close. “Yeah? Can you come for me? I know you want to.”

Your entire body shakes all while he keeps you tethered to the bed. Your mind, though, is floating, and you can practically see white as his lips don’t stop sucking, his fingers don’t stop curling, and it’s too much but also not enough and you want to shove him away yet demand he never stops touching you.

And your high is right there, you can practically taste it, but your body is wound so tight and you can’t remember the last time you’ve let go that you remain stuck right on the edge.

There are tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you tug at his hair. Seth meets your eyes, looks a little concerned after reading the desperation on your face, and then understands when a broken moan tumbles past your lips.

Seth, a little shit as always, brings you back to the edge with his words alone. “It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” He slips in a third finger. “Bet you haven’t had anyone make you feel like this. Just me. Hopefully always me.”

“Seth,” You croak. “Please.”

“I’ve got you.” He urges. “Let go for me. You’re right there, I know it. You’re so tight, fuck, there you go.”

His mocking words echo in your mind with the low drawl of his voice, dark eyes staring at you like you’re a feast, and his damn fingers curling just right against your spongy wall.

His free hand suddenly moves, presses down over your lower abdomen, and oh. “Such a good girl.” Seth croons as you fall apart.

It’s the last thing you hear as your vision goes white, and the heat in your body explodes with wave after wave of ecstasy pumping from the tips of your toes all the way to the hair on your head. Your eyes squeeze shut, and you’re pretty sure you’re making some sort of strangled noise as you ride your high that seems to go on forever.

By the time you come back, your legs are still shaking and Seth is still gently stroking your inner walls with careful circles around your clit. He's my gazing up at you with pure, unbridled adoration and the emotion in his eyes makes your heart thump.

You don’t even realize your fingers are still tangled in his hair until you have to let go because they’re cramping, and then Seth finally removes his fingers and slowly crawls back up your body.

You’re still catching your breath when he presses a long, soft kiss to your lips. “How was that?” He questions almost shyly. His need for reassurance might have had a past you rolling your eyes, but right now all you want to do is hold him and thank him for making you feel so good.

Especially after Scott. Asshole.

You shudder, clit still throbbing as you wrap your arms around his heavy shoulders and bring his weight down on top of you. His very hard cock brushes against your hip with the movement, and you’re reminded that he hasn’t had any semblance of relief yet.

“Thank you.” You whisper. It’s definitely weird to thank someone after they eat you out, right? Probably, but you don’t really care.

His lips brush against your cheek in response, heart swelling at the gentle vulnerability you’re showing him. He’s planning on running to the bathroom to get you a towel, but freezes when he feels your hands peeling off the suit he totally forgot he was wearing.

“Babe?” He mumbles, a little confusingly, but all you do is kiss him and that shuts him up. He doesn’t break contact even as he shrugs off the rest of his suit, peeling off his undershirt until he’s more than halfway bare. Your hands carve lines over the hard planes of muscle on his chest, scratching lightly with your nails over his nipples which has him flinching into your mouth. Snickering, you make your way down the rest of his chest, past his waist, under his boxers, and then you’re wrapping your hand around his hot, pulsating dick.

Seth groans, almost collapsing on top of you as you squeeze lightly. It’s a dream come true, him touching you and now you touching him. He wants to close his eyes at the feeling of your gentle strokes, but he insists on keeping them open to watch the enraptured look on your face.

Then your other hand moves, unbuttoning his slacks and sliding them over his hips and that’s when he jerks back to the present. “Sweetheart,” He gasps. “You… You don’t have to.”

You smile at his breathlessness. “You don’t want to fuck me?” You pout, though it quickly turns back into a grin when his eyes widen in panic. Another day you’d blow him, when you aren’t so desperate to get him inside you.

Seth briefly removed himself from on top of you to lean over his bed, rifling through his nightstand drawer. You assume he’s looking for a condom and that his efforts fail when he eventually closes the drawer with a curse.

He looks back to you, all messy hair, swollen lips, and glistening eyes. “I don’t have a condom.” He informs regretfully.

“I’m on the pill, if you’re…” You trail off, unsure. “If you’re okay with that. And I’m clean.”

“Hell yes I’m okay with that.” He breathes. His cock hardens even more at the thought of feeling you raw, if even possible. “I’m clean too.” And then he’s kissing you again, long and slow and deep, and you’re happy to let him take the lead as your brain is still trying to play catch-up from your orgasm.

Seth eventually breaks away only to reattach to your neck, nipping at the skin likely already covered in his marks, hands now making their way back down your body. He playfully flicks your nipple as he does so, grins when you flinch upwards.

“Have I told you how much I love your body?” He says in-between kisses, almost like an afterthought. He’s in the middle of spreading your thighs open, fingers slipping through your leftover wetness and brushing your clit when you respond.

You help in his endeavors, raising your legs to curl over his hips as he situates himself on top of you. “You’ve mentioned it a few times, I think.” You reply, breath hitching when his cock presses against you.

“It’s perfect.” He continues, like he didn’t even hear you. “You’re perfect.” He wraps his hand around his dick, guides the head to your entrance and pushes in. All words escape you, and your head falls back with a moan.

He sinks into you with a pleasurable sound of his own, eyes squeezing shut as your warmth envelops him. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he thrusts slowly into you, bottoming out. “So tight.” He hisses.

“Oh, fuck,” You whimper, digging your nails into his back. Seth stills, thinking he's hurting you. “Shit, am I—”

“Don’t you dare stop.” You quickly interrupt, crying out when his tip rubs against your sensitive inner walls just right. Seth relaxes at your words, a cocky grin spreading over his face. “Sorry, sorry.” He chuckles, picking up the speed of his thrusts.

Like before when his tongue was in you, it doesn’t take you long before noises are escaping your throat uncontrollably or for your legs to tremble from where they’re wrapped around his waist. The sensations are more because you’re already so sensitive, so strung-up, and so eager for another release that you give up any pretenses of trying to play cool.

Your head lolls back onto the bed, all strength leaving your body as Seth happily does all the work on top. Quick, short pants are coming from his mouth, and his chest is heavy where it presses down against yours. With every thrust his pelvis is rocking into your clit, sending sparks up your body as you clench rhythmically around his cock. It’s burning you from the inside-out in the best way possible, and very quickly you’re already approaching the edge.

You try to express your impending release, but all that’s able to come from your mouth is one long moan. Seth, somehow, knows exactly what that noise means, and is suddenly pulling out. “What the fuck?” You practically shout with indignation, glaring at the man on top of you with squinted eyes.

Ever the comedian, he only laughs at your irritation. “Hold on, bear with me.” His hands grab your waist, then rolls you over onto your stomach. He raises your hips, pushing down on your lower back into an arch, and all previous complaints leave you as he’s unable to help himself and runs his hands over your ass.

You’ll think later on why him being unfazed with your attitude makes your heart warm.

“Spread your legs for me.” He murmurs, tapping at the junction between your thighs. You do as he says, and shiver when his fingers go to part your cunt once you’re open. You can’t see his face, but imagine the look on it to be one of enrapturement. You turn your head finally, pressing your hips down onto his hand where it remains touching you.

Your earlier guess was right; his pupils are blown wide, jaw hung open just a little bit at having this view of you from behind. Meeting his eyes, you stare imploringly.

While the sudden need for him scares you, you don’t shy away. Rather, you meet his desires head-on in the form of pushing your hips back against him when he finally pushes in, smothering a whimper as his body looms over yours.

Neither of you talk in favor of letting your pleasure speak for you. The new position feels more intimate, oddly enough; his chest presses onto you from every angle, and you can feel his breath every time he pants into your ear. At the same time his arms are wrapped around your waist, hands kneading at the flesh of your hips while he thrusts into you from behind.

All too soon you’re reaching your peak just like before, and the buildup feels so sweet because he’s hitting you deeper, unrelenting in his thrusts despite how your arms collapse from underneath you. Seth doesn’t flinch, merely picks you back up and presses a hand to your abdomen to keep you there.

With your arms free, you realize that your clit is feeling neglected, and as you sneak your right hand in-between your legs he’s suddenly beating you to it, slapping your own hand away and replacing it with his own.

When it’s all said and done, you don’t think you’ll ever forget the feeling of his fingers circling your sensitive nub so deliciously. Between his dick rutting into your sweet spot mercilessly and the rough pads of fingers stimulating your clit, your eyes are slamming shut with your mouth opening in a silent scream as for the second time that night, Seth is sending you into release.

He carries you through it with noncommittal praise while you’re lost in white noise and starry vision. The sight of you crumbling beneath him sends sparks throughout his body, and it doesn’t take long between the rhythmic clenching of your cunt and the pleasured sounds falling from your lips for him to flood your insides with his cum.

“Oh, fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck.” Seth loses any semblance of restraint of trying to be gentle, as his last thrusts rattle your frame and have you whimpering by the time he’s done releasing, your overstimulated clit throbbing in time with the slow rocks of your calming bodies. “So good. You did so good, yeah?” Seth is rumbling into your ear, voice hoarse and tired as he carefully slides out of you. Eyes still closed, you flinch at your sensitivity. “Sorry, babe.” He whispers, having to regroup for a moment as his softening cock meets cool air after being buried inside you.

You attempt to speak, but the only sound that leaves your mouth is a groan as your aching limbs stretch. You don’t bother opening your eyes yet, either, perfectly content to lay in your post-orgasmic pleasure and not think about the future.

Seth doesn’t let you wallow for long, however, as he’s suddenly leaning over you again. “Can you turn over? I have a towel, it’s warm.” He asks, back to shy and unsure. Now that you’re not caught up in the throes of sex, he’s not quite sure how you’re going to act. “You also need to go pee.”

Your default moods of snarky and mildly irritated is what he gets. “No.” You grumble, though it’s not mean as you bury your head in his pillow, still flat on your stomach. Having no energy to move, you don’t expect Seth to do anything about it, either.

He raises a brow at your sass, not quite sure if he should be relieved or concerned. Huffing, he makes a grab for your hips. “Guess I’m carrying you to the bathroom, then.”

“Seth!” You shriek as he attempts to manhandle you, a burst of energy fueling your efforts in trying to get away. “You little shit, no, fine, fine!” And Seth wins just like that, as you concede the battle and roll from your stomach onto your back. You glare as he leans over your torso, bringing the towel down to clean up the mess in-between your thighs.

His confidence comes back, little by little, as the banter returns naturally and your dynamic doesn’t change despite indulging in your bodies’ most primal desires. “You’ll thank me in the morning.” He grins when he finishes, sliding off the bed to bring it back to the bathroom. You follow, doing your business so quickly you leave before he’s done with his own.

When he comes back you’re in the same position he left you in, like you never left. “So I’m staying the night, then?” You prompt as he goes to sit next to you, a little teasing, a little serious. Where do you stand with him now?

He shrugs, masking his nervousness. “If you want to.” He sinks his teeth into his lip, eyeing you from where he sits. He can’t tell what you’re thinking, and it slightly unnerves him.

Your mysteriousness is also what captivated him about you in the first place too, though. With that, he realizes he wouldn’t have gotten this far if you hadn’t liked him at least a little bit. Taking a deep breath, he takes the bold route, grabs your hand, and does what he does best:

Be bold.

“I want you to stay though, like, really badly.” He admits, meeting your curious eyes. You suck in a breath at his words, and Seth continues. “You know I like you. A lot. And I think you like me too.”

As if knowing he’s waiting for your reassurance, you reply quietly. “A little presumptuous of you, yeah?”

Seth grins, and you can’t help but wonder how you were able to resist it for so long.

“So… You’ll stay?” He tilts his head, reminding you of a puppy. You go to respond, maybe with another sarcastic reply, and he seems to know this even before you do. “Please?”

And, well, you can’t deny him when he’s looking at you like that; soft, brown eyes full of adoration gazing at you like you’ve hung the stars and the moon. “Okay.” You relent, grinning happily as he mouths something like ‘fuck yeah’ and rolls over next to you.

“Do you want to shower?” He suddenly asks, after you’ve already curled underneath his sheets with your body pressed against his. He makes a nice furnace, and you’re mad at yourself for not indulging in him sooner. “Because I have a big one. It has these jets that spray from different angles, and you can go alone or I can join or—”

“Seth.” You interrupt, poking his chest to get his attention. He gulps at the amused expression on your face. “Stop talking.”

“Okay.”

It’s silent for several minutes, and you’re almost asleep until he speaks up again.

“Can I be your boyfriend now?”

“Oh my god.” You hiss. “If I say yes will you let me go to sleep?”

You can’t see his face but you know for a fact there’s a stupid grin on it. “You know, I think you’re gonna fall in love with me one day.”

“Keep dreaming, babe.” You say.

But you both know he won’t be dreaming for long.

A/N: I like this one a lot tbh. But my lord I didn't realize how repetitive writing smut is so I need to have at least a little plot established before I can just jump into it 😭 regardless, I hope this is everything y’all wanted in terms of me writing for him and more! Please be sure to reblog and comment, thank youuuuu

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