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leonsdoll · 4 months

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SUMMER BUMMER • 🦢

warnings: smut, unprotected piv sex, some aftercare, ur sarah's best friend, age gap, no use on y/n, petnames (baby, sweetheart) reader is legal!!!!!!!!!

word count: 1.1k

notes: first time posting smut about a man please pray for me chat😔

it started as innocent eye contact, winking and some occasionally suggestive jokes, that's all it was, yet it grew into something more when you found yourself straddling your best friend's dad, his lips ghosted yours and before you knew it you were making out, yours lips moved in synch, you started to grind your core against his clothed thigh, he pulled away and stopped your hips, 'not today, but...soon' you giggled and nodded

you waited for that day, you would always find excuses to go over early or forget something and have to go pick it up when sarah wasn't home, and you always found yourself on top of him with your lips pressed against his . you would promise each other that you would stop but you couldn't, it was like an addiction, to the rush and to him, it was something you both needed

the air was hot and sweat dripped down your neck, you were outside gardening with sarah, she has just recently bought some new flowers that needed to be planted, so when she asked you to help of course you accepted . you were wearing some short jean shorts and a tank top, you had slipped on some comfortable shoes, as you dug a hole in the dirt you heard the front door open, joel had brought out two glasses of lemonade

'here you go girls' he placed it on the table on the porch, you rushed over to it, feeling dehydrated, you quickly drank it, not leaving on drop, joel watched you and chuckled . 'you want more?' he stood behind you with his hands on your shoulders, you shook your head and turned around, 'no, m'good, thank though' he patted your shoulder and nodded before heading back inside

the day went on and you spent it all at sarah's house, by the time you had finished gardening and school work it was around dinner time, joel had suggested you stay for dinner, you accepted and helped prepare the food, it was the least you could do . you all sat down at the table, joel choosing to sit next to you, you wondered why but you didn't think to much of it

as you ate your food you felt a hand creep onto your thigh, you almost froze, yet you didn't because you knew who's it was, you looked down and saw joel's large hand gripping and massaging your thigh, you acted like nothing was happening, choosing to ignore the feeling of yourself growing wetter, you continued the conversation and eating, because once again nothing was happening

you helped clear the table and wash the dishes with sarah, you watched some tv with her, choosing a movie you'd already seen hundreds of times, joel sat by you two, reading a book, sarah felt herself get tired, she yawned, 'hm, i think I'm gonna go to bed' she spoke, you nodded your head, 'me too, I guess I'll get going' before you could fully stand up to leave joel put his book down and pulled you back down on the couch, 'or you could sleep over here tonight'

you thought about it, was it a good idea? no, not at all, we're you going to stay? yes, yes you we're . 'okay sure' you beamed, you and sarah headed to her room, she gave you a blanket and some pillows so you could sleep on the ground . she quickly fell asleep, you on the other hand couldn't sleep at all, maybe it was the uncomfortable floor or maybe it was the ache between your legs, you tossed and turned until you got up

you walked downstairs in only a tank top and boxers, you thought joel would be asleep too yet you found him sitting on the couch watching some mediocre show, you sat down next to him, sighing and turning your head towards him, 'can't sleep?' you shook your head, 'so you came down here, because you couldn't sleep? no other reason?'

'well I thought maybe you could help me...' he chuckled, 'and how would I do that?' you moved closer to him, straddling his lap, 'dunno actually...' he cupped your face with his hands and brought you into a rough kiss, 'i have an idea baby, you just lay back' he said between kisses, you ran your hand up and down his arm, giving his bicep a quick squeeze . he gripped your hips as you grinded on to his thigh, he laid you down, 'are you sure you want this' he questioned, 'yes, I am, I want you joel' you whined

'fuck' he mumbled, he began to unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants down, you could see his hardened member though his boxers, he leaned down to kiss you, as you sloppily made out he pulled down your boxers, he slipped his fingers onto your heat, feeling how wet you we're, 'this all for me sweetheart?' you nodded, he chuckled and pulled his boxers down

he pumped his cock a couple times before lining his tip up with your cunt, he slowly slipped into your hole, the stretch stinging but feeling amazing, you shut your eyes and moaned, a little too loud for his liking, he covered your mouth with his hand, 'shh shh' he cooed . he started to rut his hips, his cock pumping in and out of you, your jaw flung open and your eyes rolled to the back of your head

he fucked into you, his tip abusing your poor cervix, with every thrust a small whine escaped your mouth, and he heard and appreciated every one of them . he continued his ruthless pace, grabbing your hips and slamming into you, your back arched and bit your bottom lip, you felt a knot in your stomach grow and he could tell you were close by the way you were clenching around him

'come baby, c'mon' he gently slapped your thigh, with his action you came all over his cock, he could see a ring of your nectar forming around the base of his shaft, with how tight you were clenching around him he spilled his seed deep inside you, he let out a low grown as his orgasm washed over him . he regained his breath and sighed, he pulled out and fixed himself up before rushing into the bathroom

you were too fucked out to tell he was gone but soon you felt a warm wet washcloth wipe your cunt clean, he pulled your boxers back up and grabbed a cover for you, he laid it on top of you and kissed your forehead as you drifted off into a deep sleep .

#joel miller x reader #i love joel miller!!!#joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller smut

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moshpitgamma · 9 months

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pls write a john dory nsfw headcanons / fic if u can !!! <3 love ur writing!

Sureeee I’m so sorry for taking so long😭

John Dory x Reader||NSFW Headcannons

Warning:sexual themes——————————

🚎He is at least 7.5 inches and is a grower more than a shower.

🚎John cums a lot. I mean he’s literally a bussing waterfall.

🚎He doesn’t like to be quiet during sex so prepare for little compliments, jokes, and loud, deep and rugged moans.

🚎When y’all fuck Rhonda rocks👀

🚎(Act like they have phones in this)If you send a spicy pic to him with your location, this man if full sprinting to it. He’s there in about 5 minutes.

🚎His kinks are spanking, bdsm, edging, and food play. Y’all can’t tell me he isn’t the type of man to put whip cream on his body and let you lick it or vice versa.

🚎Will sneak up behind you if you’re bending over and just rub his hard bulge on your ass.

🚎Loves when you sit on his lap. It usually ends in a hot makeout session with you doing cowgirl.

🚎He is a totally ass and thigh man. I also headcannon he like bigger people and just loves to leave hickeys and love bites on their thighs.

🚎He loves to take risks, so if you wanna have sex in a crowded place, he’s there holding you up in the corner with his hand over your mouth to muffle the slutty sounds coming from you.

🚎John can last about 3-4 rounds. If you’re up for more he’s just letting you overstimulate him.

🚎He is 100% a top but bottoms out when he’s tired.

🚎Morning sex is a MUST. He’s just rubbing you through your panties/boxers while you’re still sleep just to hear your sleepy moans.

🚎He loves to have unserious sex but if the mood is DEEP, he’s stuffing you and making this experience as loving and serious and possible.

🚎Since he’s been in Rhonda for 20 years not having to worry about his growth down there. He’s hairy and doesn’t really shave or maintain his hair until you say something. If you don’t then you’re fucking a beast.

🚎loves to mark you and makes you wear clothes that show them. He will even ask you to do the same to him and he’ll show it with pride.

🚎If y’all met in his band days, he would take his anger out on you and angry sex with him would just make you immobile and shaking with pleasure.

🚎His biggest turn ons are you wearing his clothes, doing things for him, or you literally scolding or yelling. (He loves a feisty s/o)

🚎If you pull his hair while he’s giving head, he’s going max speed and has an adrenaline boost right then and there cause he’s making his s/o feel good

🚎His aftercare is IMMACULATE. He will fix you a snack, give you some water, and run you a bath. Once you’re taken care of, he’s knocked out like a light right on top of you.

THE ENDDD😘😘😘 (Do y’all actually enjoy my content?)😲🥺

#trolls john dory #john dory x reader #trolls #brozone x reader #brozone #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls x reader

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fictionalwh0ree · 11 months

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can u post headcanons of each greaser finding out ur pregnant? (what they would act like during your pregnancy, their feelings, etc)

the gang finding out you're pregnant hcs

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol

a/n: i didn't write for steve bc i had no ideas, sry guys

johnny cade

when you found out you were pregnant, you didn’t know what to do, but you didn’t wait to tell johnny

when you broke the news to him he went quiet

but he broke out into a smile right after

he was definitely nervous about everything

telling your parents, the financials, if he would even tell his parents, etc.

during your pregnancy johnny was the type to do anything

especially as you got further into it

you dropped your hair tie? say less, he’s picking it up

you’re thirsty? all you have to do is ask

he is definitely they type to talk to your belly

as you get further in, he gets more nervous

his relationship with his parents is rough, he doesn’t want his kid to ever feel the way he does

you assure him that he’ll be a great dad because he doesn’t wanna be like his dad

i peg him as a girl dad

you know once that baby is born he’ll do absolutely anything for them

dallas winston

finding out you were pregnant with dallas winston’s baby was surely the worst news of your life

dallas was not shy about expressing his disdain for children

you actually waited a while after finding out to tell him

mostly because you were either hoping it was a mistake or because you were considering just skipping town or something and never telling him

dallas caught on that something was wrong with you about a week after you found out

for the first week he just assumed that your weird silence towards him was your period making you moody

but he noticed how it wasn’t going away

you were barely talking to him and couldn’t hold eye contact with him

he let it slide for a little while

but he couldn’t deal with it after a while

so one night when he was walking you home from bucks, he decided to say something

“what’s wrong with you?”

“what do you mean?”

“don’t act dumb. do you think i haven’t noticed you being all fidgety and quiet around me? are you cheating on me?”

the question made your heart hurt so you knew you had to tell him then and there

“no”

“don’t lie to me”

“i swear”

“then what is it”

“if i tell you, can you promise not to get mad?”

“alright, if it stops you acting all weird.”

“i’m pregnant.”

he didn’t believe you at first

until you pulled out the pregnancy test from your bag

you’d been carrying it around just waiting for the moment you’d tell him

he finished walking you home, but expect him to go awol for a couple days after that

after much consideration, you two decided to keep it

you were nervous at first

but as the weeks went by and your belly got bigger, you could see him coming around to the idea of having a mini dallas

he will protect you with his life

so much as one wrong look and he’ll throw a punch

he also steals everything he can for the baby

seeing you pregnant with his baby turns him on sooooo much

he has the same problem as johnny, where he’s worried about turning out like his own father

but you assure him he knows better, and you know the gang will keep him in check

he talks to your belly when you’re asleep (or when he thinks you’re asleep)

he had a weird intuition from the start about the baby’s gender

and he was right

i also see him as a girl dad

but regardless of gender expect him to be extremely protective over his child

ponyboy curtis

finding out you were pregnant with pony’s baby was nerve wracking

darry had definitely given you guys the talk

and he had high expectations for ponyboy

so this pregnancy was really a curveball

you rehearsed what you’d tell ponyboy for days

you decided you’d tell him one day when you were alone with him at his house

you didn’t let him get a word in as you told him

the words just flew out of your mouth as you tried to find ways you could work through it without destroying his future

he stopped you halfway with a hug

he told you it’d be okay but you could tell he was very unsure

you and ponyboy actually devised a whole plan for his brothers (mostly darry)

he typed it out on a typewriter to make it neat and it featured many parts that covered basically anything they’d need to know

from work schedules, to savings, to school, it was all in there

so one day pony said he needed to talk to his brothers with you

you can imagine darry already had an idea of what it was from that

so you sat down and ponyboy broke the news, quickly throwing in how you two had worked out all the logistics

darry definitely gave you a lecture while soda sat there trying to process what you had said

“darry please, we have a plan”

pony begged and eventually handed him your typewrited document

he finally sat down and read it over, head in his hand and his stress evident to everyone

as you got bigger and time passed, darry had to adjust to the idea

but eventually everyone had come around to it

you and pony spent so much time talking about your future

discussed baby names from day one

he wasn’t the only one protective of you, the whole gang was

during your pregnancy, ponyboy was the sweetest person ever

he was so understanding with your hormones all over the place

he also read books on parenting and pregnancy so he could understand what was going on with you and just to be prepared in general

he definitely writes letters to your baby so they can read it when they’re older

he wants his kid to have lots to remember him by in case of anything

checks up on you throughout the school day

defo cried when he first held his baby

tbh i could see him being a boy or girl dad

sodapop curtis

you weren’t too worried when you found out you were pregnant with soda’s baby

in fact, you took the test with him when you realized you were late

when the two lines came up, he hugged you so hard

he told everyoneeeeee

he was so happy

throughout your pregnancy you both worked to save up and you encouraged soda to put his dx experience to use and search for a higher position somewhere

he looked so proud walking around with you when you were noticeably pregnant

he will not let anyone or anything harm you

loose floorboard? he fixed it already

also tried to read some books about pregnancy/parenting

he loves shopping for baby clothes

he also shamelessly talks to your belly

he does it every day without fail

he will literally give up anything for your comfort

he would sleep on the cold hard floor if it meant you slept well

when you went into labour he was panicking

but he was with you every step of the way

i see him as a girl dad 100%

he shows off his baby to everyone

tbh your baby is probably absolutely adorable, like magazine material baby

darry curtis

finding out you were pregnant with darry’s baby gave you very mixed feelings

on one hand, you were both adults and you wanted to settle down eventually

on the other hand, you were worried because of the finances

you told him over a dinner you cooked for him when the house was empty

at first he was kind of speechless

but he got really excited

you guys immediately started saving, and when you told his brothers, they were ecstatic to be uncles

ponyboy got a job soon enough so the financial burden wasn’t on darry as much as before

he single-handedly built all your baby furniture and put together the nursery

is the type to rub your feet and give you massages

does whatever you need him to

its difficult sometimes though, darry’s patience runs thin quickly and your hormones make you a little all over the place

he does work on his temper a lot tho

you both work as much as possible to prepare for the birth of your baby

darry would take candid photos of you during your pregnancy all the time

as you get further into your pregnancy, he really pushes for you to stop working so much

but you tell him you’ll stop working so much when he does

eventually, you’re back to working your normal amount

he prioritizes you over anyone else

if the gang is being loud and its late

he’ll kick them out in a split second

he’s not the type to talk to your belly too much besides a “bye/i love you” type thing

but he kisses it after he kisses u

he has some preparental panic when you go into labour

but you assure him everything’s gonna be okay

he also cried when he first held the baby

i could see him being either a boy or girl dad but maybe like fraternal twins

he loves his baby/ies a lotttttt

he teaches them everything he knows and protects them with his life

it was very fitting that you had kids bc you two were seen as the parents of the group

meaning the entire gang had your kids back all the time

two-bit matthews

when you found out you were pregnant with two’s baby you were really nervous

he was very easy going and he loved to be free and have fun

a kid would take away from that

two’s a big drinker and you tended to have a drink or two when you were around him

so you couldn’t hide this at all

when you turned down a beer at first, he didn’t question it

but when the day became night, and he knew you had nothing the day after, he questioned why you kept turning it down

so you just told him

he thought it was a joke

or that one of his friends had put you up to this

but when he realized you were serious

he hugged you so tight

you were worried because he had no job and no intentions of getting one

thankfully his mom was super supportive of your relationship so you could stay with him

you really pushed him to get some kind of job

he spends the entire pregnancy talking about how excited he is to have a mini me

like he is prepared to match outfits and hang out with that baby all day

he doesn’t like bend down to talk to your bump but he talks to it as if the baby was already out and grown

(he definitely thinks having sex with you means he’s poking the baby with his penis)

but does that stop him? no

his reasoning, the baby won’t remember it

you guys get into your fair share of arguments but he is great at lightening the mood and making you laugh

he’s actually a great communicator

he can be a little oblivious to your needs sometimes so you do have to keep him in check

when you went into labour he really didn’t know what to expect

(he sneaked a look at ur vag when you were in labour and was actually traumatized after)

BOY DAD

your baby is 100000000% his mini me

like they WILL act the same

especially as they grow older

he loves making your baby laugh

#the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders fluff #ponyboy x reader #dallas winston x reader #darry curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #two bit matthews x reader #johnny cade x reader

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youremyheaven · 2 months

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DATING TIPS for all my girlies ✨

1. just because you agreed to go on a date with a man does not mean he's entitled to touch you anywhere

You don't have to kiss, hug or whatever

Don't feel pressured into thinking that "omg I'm on a date I HAVE to kiss him whether I want to or not" 🚫 a date is just two people meeting and talking, nothing more

2. You can be celibate and still date

People think dating = sex but you can meet as many people as you want and have a meal with them (or whatever u wanna do) and never sleep with them or even see them again lol

You don't have to date to have sex. You can date to meet and hang out with people

Obviously if you want to bang, you can.

3. If you want to hook up with people, be clear about that but be realistic

A lot of women get their feelings mixed up. You're not in love with this guy, you just enjoy being intimate with him. Being intimate is not the same as being in love. Men especially have no emotional attachments to sex , so be prepared to never see him again or for this to never lead to a regular fling or more. Sex does not promise anything. Be mature about it. A guy having sex with you is NOT him saying he wants to be with you.

4. Date multiple people at once

Again, for me this involves zero sex so I literally just mean going out to meet many different people. This makes me less attached or fixated upon any one guy bc I know that I have other people I can meet and spend time with.

Don't be desperate 🙏 they're just men 😭, if one goes, another will come 😭

5. Weed out the creepy men

If you go out with a guy and he's just sleazy and super sexual, then don't see him again. Don't spend 5 dates with someone who you should have cut off after 1 date 🙏 a lot of women have trouble saying no, so they just keep going out until it gets unbearable?? but you don't have to do that??? just cut him out

6. You deserve princess treatment bc it's actually just how any woman should be treated

It's normal for a guy to pick you up and drop you off

It's normal for him to pay

It's normal for him to give you gifts

I'm sure the other stuff like holding the door open, pulling the chair out, helping you cross etc is basic essential stuff that u guys are already familiar with

With the pick up and drop off thing, if he's a stranger that u met on a dating app, don't send him ur address and have him come to ur house or anything 😭😭 just meet somewhere close but far enough from your place and have him pick you up there/drop you off there. And that's only if you want to, I'm sure some of y'all are uncomfortable with the idea of a man picking you up etc which I get but I don't drive so I like it lmao 🤭🤪

One thing I tell them about dropping me like 1.5kms away from my house is that I don't want my neighbours to see or that people in my neighborhood will talk and this excuse (which is actually not an excuse at all) goes a long way in India 🤪

Just because the guy is paying doesn't mean you should order the most expensive things on the menu. Just get what you usually get. Don't seem eager to take advantage of someone's generosity. Act normal.

7. Don't go on a trip with him until you're completely comfortable with him and trust him !!!!!

Being alone with a guy in a different place is risky. So be 100% sure he's not a creep or an asshole before you go on trips.

I'm not a 50-50 girl so I expect the man to pay for everything but I understand why some of y'all would feel guilty about it 😔 but you're literally giving him your time, energy and company and if it was his idea to go on a trip, then it's his duty to take care of the expenses ✨

Trips ≠ having sex every minute

Obviously trips generally imply having sex but you're not obligated to turn into a sex machine. It's literally just the experience of being with someone and having a good time (sightseeing, eating, swimming etc) . Obviously this will also depend on the man you're with but like I said, don't travel with a guy you don't trust and know well enough ✨

Anywayyyysss I hope this was helpful 🫶

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monsterloverwriting · 11 months

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Hey bae if ur reqs are open cause u pls make a part 3 to that demon x reader (demon-visitor) fic u wrote😩😩like what happens after they're binded together

Hello my friend! I am genuinely more than happy to add to this story and I am actually thinking of turning into a full length novel should the want for it arise! I have a lot of ideas for them. In the mean time!

Concept Part 1

Mine

Fem!reader/M!demon, slight mind altering, claiming, MDNI

The week had been long for you. Long and trying as you did your best to make sense of what had happened to you. You tried briefly to forget it, act as if it had been all a nonsensical dream made of some deep desire you weren't consciously aware of. That quickly became impossible as you now had to attempt to hide the two very large bite marks on either side of your neck. Thankfully no one really questioned why silk scarves suddenly became a staple of your summer wardrobe. Part of you hoped they would fade away to nothing, another slightly stronger part wanted them to stay just as they were so you could never forget that night no matter how hard you tried.

Not that you were really trying to forget, the image of the demon littered your mind at every moment, invaded your dreams and often had you waking up needy and wanting to be able to feel his hot skin again. You were constantly reminded how good that night felt to the point that it was almost distracting you from the day to day. Often you would find yourself ripped from the day dream of finding Zed in your small living room just waiting for you to get home, only to be reminded you were at work and most definitely was supposed to reply to that customer with something other than a dizzy nod. It got to the point that your boss convinced himself you were sick and sent you home early on Friday for a long weekend so you could "recoup in peace".

It ended up not being nearly as peaceful as anyone would have thought.

You noticed the smell first, a sickly sweet almost burnt smell that made a bubble of anxiety build in your chest. There was no way you left a candle burning all day was there? You didn't even remember lighting one that morning. You've been so scatter brained lately that that barely mattered anymore. The anxiety quickly reformed when you heard a small crash, glass shattering and a low hum of disapproval.

Before you could even reach for your phone the large, all too familiar figure appeared before you, his height and muscular frame taking up the archway as he gripped the top leaning toward you.

"Welcome home sweet thing."

His smirk was devious as he stretched his arm holding the top of the arch to lean closer to you, his free hand reaching out to gently run one claw tipped finger from the top of your scarf to just under your chin forcing you to look up at him. His eyes searched your face before they fell to the scarf wrapped around your neck. Tutting softly his claw slid down your throat catching the edge of the smooth silk before gently pulling it away from your throat, a wide toothy grin forming as he revealed the marks he'd left on you.

"Hiding my marks? Oh sweet thing you should know better. How is anyone going to be able to tell your mine?" When he said it his voice was so smooth it nearly puts you into a trance. His gaze looking down on you was hungry as he glanced at the marks. Thinking better of yourself. You took a step back away from him trying to gain some distance in the hopes that it would help you clear your mind. It didn't really, but there was only so much you could do when there was an 8 ft tall demon standing in your foyer wearing very little clothes he didn't advance as you stepped back. He simply watched you. He let the silk scarf fall between you. Almost acting as if he was disgusted with it. He did, however, watch you closely.

" I'm not sure what is happening actually. I don't I don't belong to you. I don't belong to anyone. I am a person and you do not get to decide that I belong to you after we have sex once. That's not how it works." You said almost frantically as you saw the grin quickly return to his face, he leaned closer once again his hand reaching out fingers twirling in your hair before he brought it up to his nose taking a deep inhale.

"Oh so once was the issue now I can fix that very easily. Sweet thing. Why don't you tell me exactly what you would want me to do to you and I will make that wish come true to my utmost pleasure."

It was like his presence was intoxicating a very small part of you wanted to tell this demon to get out. Leave your house but there were so many other parts of you screaming to let him do the most unholy things you could possibly imagine. And all of you was absolutely certain that he would get just as much pleasure out of this as you would because you were sure it wouldn't simply stop at him pleasing you. You shook your head resolving yourself for at least this one time to think it through before you decided to fuck the demon.

That could happen later.

"No I want you to explain what you're doing in my house. How you even got here? How you knew where I was and why, why are these still here like this? It's been a week and they haven't healed at all." Bracing yourself against the wall you looked up at him all of your resolve showing clearly as you demanded answers. He seemed to find this amusing and pushed off the door stepping toward you, pinning you to the wall between two strong muscular arms.

" I'm here because I marked you. I marked you because I want you. I want you because you're mine and those will remain there for as long as you are mine. Sweet thing, you're my mate now and you are going to be stuck with me for a very long time." His gravel voice was almost a hum as he leaned down close, his forked tongue flicking out to lick at one of the bites causing your knees to go weak.

You were fucked, in more ways than one.

#monster fucker #monster lover #writing #mdni #monster smut #monster romance #monster boyfriend #asked & answered #anon asks

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minheelovelee · 3 months

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lovelovelove ur works ! would u mind doing a harua nsfw a-z? thank uuu

thank you for requesting!!!! 6 months later i actually wrote this piece… BUT. i wrote it yaaayyy. anon this gave me horrible horrible rua brain rot. i want a pretty boy with a little waist and long eyelashes. :(((

side note: i’m sooo so scared of switch/dom harua??? i’ve seen some discourse, but im not convinced. if anyone has anything to say about dom rua, id love to hear it :)))

harua nsfw a-z

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- being dirty and sticky is a big no for rua. he likes to shower or take a bath after sex, no exceptions. wash his hair for him, please. he gets so clingy after sex. he likes to be babied, just for a little bit. </3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- he likes when his waist and tummy are touched. slipping your hands under his shirt is a guaranteed way to hear some of his pretty sounds.

- arms are kind of his thing. he likes to link arms throughout the day and grab onto your biceps when getting ridden. arms also give hugs. he likes hugs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- he cums so fast. he is so sensitive.

- usually he’ll finish on his tummy or chest. he doesn’t cum inside without a condom, but hates wearing condoms. :|

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- he wants to get pegged. tied up and forced to take cock until he cries. :) he wouldn’t tell anyone that. obviously.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- no experience. he’s a real virgin and doesn’t know what he’s doing. he just tries to go use on your reactions. what actions cause this. and what actions cause that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- cowgirl. he loves being ridden. especially if he can get tits in his mouth. he holds on really tight when u ride him, so it’s hard to move up and down. moving forward and back does the same for him. so sensitive :(((

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- it took a while for him to warm up to sexual stuff. he liked to goof around at first, so he could get comfortable. now that he’s okay with different situations, he can focus more on the task at hand rather than his anxiety or awkwardness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- i think he shaves well. he leaves a little something to look at. otherwise, he likes it mostly bare.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- he likes to be roughed up during sex, so intimacy isn’t the first thing on his mind during the actual deed. some days he likes to be wined and dined before sex, other days he wants to be choked against the wall. romantic aftercare is preferred, though :)))

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- he doesn’t jerk off often. he saves himself for the actual deed. he cums buckets and it makes him sooo much more sensitive.

- if u bought him toys or told him to play with himself, he would. but on his own accord, probably not.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- choking. he likes the pressure mixed with the mindless feeling he gets. brain tingle. feel good. he’ll scratch your arm and shove you away, then ask for more.

- power play. playing hard to get is his specialty. he can be so, so easy sometimes. it’s cute. other times, he is such a pain in the ass. overstimulating him until he cries usually does the trick. then he’s putty in your hands once more.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- the couch is a favorite for him. it’s risky and gets his little heart pumping. he loves to act like he doesn’t want your hand down his pants.

- the bedroom is another fav. when he wants to put more effort in. especially if ur gonna overstimulate him. get some privacy, he’s so loud.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- the word “no”

- threats and talk of punishment. dont tempt him with a good time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- absolutely no armpits. he’s so ticklish. please don’t tickle him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- he’s not very experienced with oral, so it’s hard to judge his skills. he does a nice job for a beginner. he would 10/10 suck the strap.

- receiving head is one of his favorite things ever. anywhere and anytime. he would give up a lot for a single blowjob.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- he likes things slow. the build up really gets him going. sex with him consists of a lot of sloppy groping and messy kissing.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- he’s so down. he’d be fine having quickies often. after a few too many, he’d be pretty desperate for the real deal.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- he would be okay experimenting. he wants to learn from his partners and try new things. there’s a lot to be said about his interest in the human body.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- he can go two rounds typically. he’s wiped after one, so he needs recovery time. after morning sex, he’s ready by mid-afternoon for round two.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- he’d be open to using toys. but he’s not the type to buy them for himself. he is very interested in different types of toys, he might ask for a certain one to try out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- rua only strikes when provoked. he’s very gentle and receptive to feedback. after being teased a bit by his partner, you won’t be surprised to see him acting like he’s clueless. suddenly he’s too tired to be on top and he doesn’t know where the clit is. top-tier actor.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- he’s soooo whiny. if one hand is on his cock, the other better be over his mouth. he can’t help but be loud when he feels good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- rua is so inquisitive. he’s constantly asking questions.

- “did i do a good job?”

- “i need more. can i have more?”

- “can i taste you, please?”

- “i was so close. why did you stop?”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- average or slightly below. maybe 5 inches? he’s a small guy in general.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- his sex drive is a bit higher than you’d expect. he’s often finding ways to get home faster so he can indulge himself in his partner. he feels guilty for all of two minutes before he remembers why he craved this so bad.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- out like a light. if he’s worn out, he’s going right to sleep. if he’s hugged tight enough, he could sleep anywhere.

- but before he falls asleep, he likes to talk about little things. “i saw a cloud that looked like an elephant today.” “would you still love me if i was a worm?” “why do our feet smell and our noses run?”

#mhll harua #mhll &team #&team smut

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ATTENTION (2.2/5)

yunho x reader

♡ attention series masterlist ♡ ┋chapter 1┋chapter 2.1┋chapter 3.1┋chapter 3.2

chapter 2, pt. 1: emergency exit. now that you are feeling better, you are not going to let any of these traitors ruin your night. you don't care about hoongjoong's pleas, wooyoung's haughtiness, not to mention the will of any of them. with the help of seungcheol, you think you can give them a fucking well-deserved lesson, but it seems that your ex-boyfriend won't let you go without giving you a lesson of something else… personal.

appears: yunho as ur exboyfriend x hoongjoong as you ex bestfriend + wooyoung as yunho's friends x chaeyoung (twice) as ur best friend x seungcheol (seventeen) as ur friend with benefits + jeonghan (seventeen) as ur friend

genre: angst, smut. college au

warnings: sex without protection (be careful please), cheating, cursing, petnames, public sex, partying, mention of sex

word count: 3k

intentional use of lowercase letters

english isn't my mother tongue

songs i get inspired by: good girl era - upsahl + trust issues - drake + go girl - pitbull + do it for me - rosenfeld + mind games - sickick + love is a bitch - two feet + play with me - rendevouz at two + deja vu -ateez

it is not meant to be representative of jeong yunho's personality or any ateez or another groups' idols who appeared ♡

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summary part 1: after hongjoong managed to make you cry with his belated apology, seguncheol shows up to take him away, thinking it was yunho. while you try to calm your friend down, he actually shows up with the rest of the group for the first time in a year.

"this is your boyfriend now? didn't know you were into tough guys."

wooyoung. worse, drunk wooyoung. the three of you looked at him, who was watching the scene amused, with his inseparable to his right and the others behind him. yunho was there and he looked at you as if you had just killed someone.

you had to hold on to seungcheol's sides, on the one hand to find some stability, on the other hand to try and hold him back. knew him well enough to know that his whole body was now vibrating with pure fire. when you told him what had happened with yunho and his friends, he almost wanted to go and confront him right then and there, and you feared that he had found his opportunity now that they were right in front of him. your senses were dulled, didn't know if it was the alcohol or the shock of having them all in front of you at once. you sucked in all the air your lungs could hold, forcing a tired grimace on your face. you didn't even notice at what point hongjoong had returned to his friends' side.

seungcheol tilted his head and finally turned around, putting an arm around your shoulders, gently squeezing your skin. you felt safe with him and you wanted to look at him to ask to find the others, but instead you kept looking at yunho. your eyes locked on his pupils, as if you could find the answer to questions you didn't even know you had in his eyes. it was almost hypnotic, and not just for you. he wouldn't take his eyes off of you either.

seungcheol laughed "these are your old friends, right?" you nodded and glanced away to watch seungcheol from below "no, 'm not her boyfriend. am her friend. a real one, know what i mean?" he raised one of his eyebrows and you felt a small tightness in your chest at the reality of his words.

wooyoung clenched his jaw and focused his gaze on your friend, "you think coming like a madman to take her away from her friend is acting like a real one?" he snorted, "that's the shit you're in now?" this time he turned to you, feeling the venom in his words, probably finding liquid courage thanks to the alcohol. choi san's temper always calmed his best friend's hubris, but it seemed he had nothing to do today. "how can you let him treat hongjoong like this? he's been talking about you all night. and you let that tough guy treat him like crap?" oh boy, in that exactly moment, he fucked up your already damned mind.

your eyes darkened on him and you straightened up. you felt the substances working fast in your system, the adrenaline making your heart pump hard again, pure fire rising in your throat, heating face and your whole being. emotions were already on the edge thanks to hongjoong's words, it didn't take much to push you over it, and as always, wooyoung crossed the line. he broke all limits for his friends, just like he did when you had your heart broken by one of them.

"who the fuck are you to judge if i'm better or worse now?" the voice came deep in your throat "do you think i give a shit at how excited hongjoong was to see me after everything that happened? please. what you guys did was real crap, not him trying to help" you laughed bitterly, shocking them "am i better than that? than someone who really cares about me? couldn't ask for anything better in my fucking life, especially seeing where i came from," you lifted your chin to es cape seungcheol's grip, who crossed his arms over his chest and enjoyed the show, "it took me a fucking year not to think about how fucking stupid i was to trust you guys. a friend, him? or you? you guys are creeping me out with this fucking nostalgia story" you shook a few times, watching wooyoung's body tense up. he was holding back, but so were you, "it's freaking cool that your big friend got over what he did in a year, with a new girl to cheat on with his puppy little face. thought that was enough, didn't you? that would have forgotten all about it, because the good girls like me keep our heads down and swallow all the shit everyone has for us" you pointed your index finger at him, "don't you dare talk to him like that again, got it?"

"that's enough, we didn't want this" san spoke to your right, then you fixed your gaze on him.

"muzzle your little friend so he doesn't spit out any more poison" you almost shouted, "i can play that too."

"you're going too far, the whole thing is on me" yunho warned, almost inquisitorially.

yunho spoke to you. he fucking dare to. you looked at him and a sour smile came over your face, a laugh fell from chest "you think so, yuyu? am i overdoing it?" you pushed your body into wooyoung and made your way towards him. the distance between you was now minuscule.

seuncheol took a few steps forward, alert when he finally met your ex's face. yunho shuddered at your closeness and that nickname, once filled with love, now intoxicated with a dark and wicked feeling, but he wouldn't let you see it. "you haven't seen anything yet" tilted your head to the side. placing a hand on his chest, you lowered it gently. the contact caused a rush of electricity that burned both of you "it's good to see you" lied "i've been looking forward to finding out what it would feel like to have you so close again" you brushed your tongue over your lower lip "you look so good in blond. did your girlfriend suggest it? i like it"

mingi reacted a bit late, he had let you go too far, but the shock got the better of him. he couldn't believe his eyes. he couldn't believe you were looking at yunho like that, suddenly almost lewd, dark, mixed with a hatred that was best identified with your sour words from earlier. he grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from your ex's body, abd you looked at him and laughed "stop it for fuck's sake".

"fine" you smiled again, "cheolie, let's go, the others must be looking for us" freed yourself from his grip and started walking, pushing yunho with your shoulder.

seungcheol followed with a triumphant grimace and nodded goodbye. it didn't take him long to catch up with you and put the same arm around your shoulders again "i think you've made me horny".

"'m shaking" you confessed, bringing a hand to your chest trying to calm the heartbeat that was starting to make you even more dizzy.

"you did great" he glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were still watching you leave, "do you want to take it a little further?"

"what do you mean?" he slowed your pace effortlessly and you looked at him in confusion. his lips curled mischievously across his pretty face. you were a moderately safe distance away, just at the edge of the stairs, at the last table of the reserved area. with one hand on your face, he ran it from your cheek to your chin. the sensation was familiar, but now somewhat overwhelming. his free hand traveled to your waist, guiding you gently until your back bumped against the table. "let me help you a little?" you sharpened your gaze, opening your lips slightly, not knowing what to say. "keep watching. this'll keep yuyu thinking all fucking night about what he lost." his words sent another jolt of electricity through your body, you nodded.

he wasted no time in kissing you. he did it as if you were alone, with the walls shielding you from any prying eyes. but the ones that were on you now were more than welcomed. almost as if he wanted to devour you on the spot, his mouth danced with force against yours, with an urgency that was new to you. his tongue ran over yours, bringing a small whimper from your lips that made him smile. he brought his hand to the back of your neck and deepened the kiss before he held you under your bottom, lifting you up and letting your body rest on the round table. placed his body between your thighs and cradled your face with both hands. you only pulled away from him when the oxygen had completely left the lungs. your breasts moved up and down hard and that's when your eyes traveled behind his head, which rested on top of yours, facing each other. just then the group came down the stairs.

it was as if time was rewinding as your eyes met yunho's. his look would be etched in your retina for a long time. anger. the fire burned in his sweet face. and you felt like you were in heaven, encouraging yourself to kiss seungcheol again, never taking your eyes off of him.

yunho wanted to scream. he quickened his pace aggressively, urge coursing through his veins, needing to lose sight of you. in his mind, the image of seungcheol's hand caressing your thigh as he devoured you mingled with his own memories. his mouth devouring you, his hands signing his touch all over your skin. your back arched back, begging him for more. needing him, almost as much as you seemed to be enjoying it at that moment with your supposed friend. felt like he was going crazy and for him, the night had just begun.

"yunho, hey, yunho!" mingi ran to reach him "slow down, man" tears burned in his eyes as he faced him "u okay?"

yunho denied "did you see that shit, mingi?" he began to move erratically, the breath leaving his body. the air was missing "what… why… what the fuck?"

"that's what exactly they were looking for, don't you see? that guy and her."

"'t wasn't her!" he shouted, "she wouldn't do that!"

"she's changed" jongho said, "we'd better go."

with tears of annoyance running down his cheeks, he closed his eyes tightly, he could still see you clearly with that guy on top of you "i don't want to go any fucking place".

"yunho…" mingi's voice clearly showed his concern.

"i don't want to, i can't-! hongjoong, hey, hongjoong! are you crying!?" yeosang held the older man's hand. next to him, seonghwa tried to give some comfort, startling the three of them when yunho screamed again. he approached him with a few long steps.

"he's hurt. let's go" seonghwa asked. yunho felt his blood boil. you had made hongjoong cry. you had crossed every boundary and his mind was completely clouded. with anger and guilt flooded in his eyes, he moved quickly backwards, retracing his path to the stairs, bumping into you, who were laughing with seungcheol, probably about what you had just done.

you were perfectly fine and they looked like shit.

"fucking bitch" he muttered as soon as you were in his face.

seungcheol was about to take sides, his fist clenched tightly, ready to punch him in the face, but you were quicker. your hand slammed into his cheek hard, turning his face at the impact. the rest of them held their breath, caught in their throats. a hollow sound over the music finally deafened yunho's senses. you had never seen him like this. never in your wildest dreams would you have expected something like this from yunho. the shock was even greater than the impression of meeting them again, and you didn't know how to control yourself.

he lost control too. couldn't see beyond his own tears as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up the stairs. not even seungcheol had time to stop him. he tried to follow you, but mingi and san immediately grabbed both of his arms. he struggled, but their combined strength was enough to hold him there. "i'm going to kill that bastard!"

"stop! he won't hurt her!" seonghwa ran in front of him, he could almost see an animal in his beaten face.

meanwhile, yunho was dragging you past the reserved areas, towards one of the emergency exits marked with a neon red sign. "let go of me!" you demanded, but it was obvious that he was stronger than you. he pushed the door open with his body, reaching a dimly lit corridor, slamming you against the wall with his hand, preventing you from hitting your head "yunho, you are hurting me!" he put your hand over your head and did the same with the other. you moved your body aggressively, trying to free yourself from his grip "fuck, let go of me!"

at that moment you felt a genuine fear towards him. you had never seen him like this "do you think we're a fucking joke?" he growled, tightening his grip and bringing his face closer to yours "are you a real slut now? do you like screwing people?"

you sharpened your gaze, trying to focus on his face inches from yours, "you are the one who started this in the first place" accused, raising your voice.

"going to use your fucking pain to be a bitch?"

"didn't say anything you all didn't deserve to hear" you spat, and he grunted in response.

"so cruel now? you're so tough?" he snorted, "don't fuck with me, bitch."

"stop calling me that, dickhead!"

"where's that condescending little smirk now, huh? dickhead? wasn't it yuyu?"

"fuck you" you spit at him. literally. your spittle landed on his cheek. he let go of you out of uncertainty, wiping his face with his palm. you took the opportunity to run, trying to get out of there. had to get out of there. but it only took yunho a few seconds to catch you up. he pulled your wrist again, causing you to slam into his chest, grabbing you just like seungcheol did before, under your ass, and pulled you back against the wall.

"w-what the fuck are you doing now?" mumbled.

"isn't this how you like to be treated now? like a slut, in front of everyone. almost fucked him in my goddamn face."

"remember u have a girlfriend."

"are you checking up on me now? miss me that much?" a haughty grimace came over his face.

you wanted to hit him again, " you wish" snorted, your breath hitting his face instead of your hand, "get it into your fucking head, you're nothing to me anymore."

"yeah?" he laughed "and what was that about before, huh? just wanted to play with me for a while, didn't you?"

"give a shit about what you think" he growled again, tightening his grip on your thighs as you moaned in pain.

"are you fucking him?"

"what?"

"you're fucking that guy, aren't you?" his voice was thick, straight from his stomach. the fire burning inside his body spoke for him.

you laughed in an almost lascivious way, bringing your face even closer to his. you hadn't expected this question either, despite your compromising position. he still cared about you. "of course i do" you brought your lips close to his ear so you could whisper, "and i'm going to do it tonight."

"bitch!"

he pulled you down so he could turn you around, pinning your hands behind your back, your face on the cold plasterboard, "what do you care? you fuck her too. just like you fucked that chick while i was waiting for you at home."

"shut the fuck up for once" he forced you to look at him sideways, "shut up for once in your life and listen to me."

"what do i have to listen to, ah?" laughed humorlessly again "you still live there, don't you? tell me, do you fuck her in our bed? on that fucking couch where you and i have done it so many times?" yunho hesitated. your words surprised him this time. "yes. it's like that! can you do it without thinking about me?" didn't know that your words had so much power until you felt your hands loosening. no idea where your courage was coming from either. yunho took a few steps back. the darkness didn't allow you to read the expression on his face, so now it was you walking towards him, who tried to move away until his back hit the wall. "tell me. have you ever fucked her thinking about me?"

a lump in his throat prevented him from speaking and he turned to you "say it. do it or i'll leave" you threatened. weren't sure if it would work and if it didn't go the way you hoped, would no doubt be out of there. would have had enough. but the truth was, you wanted to hear it. your whole body ached to hear it and to your pleasure yunho nodded "words. use that pretty little mouth of yours, baby"

"what the hell do you want me to say?"

"you know exactly. don't make me wait, don't have any more patience to waste with you" yunho grunted for the eleventh time, rubbing his face with both hands. he looked away from yours, ashamed. he didn't want to admit it. fantasizing was fine, but saying it out loud was something else entirely. and saying it to you was even worse. for some twisted reason, though, he couldn't stand it if you went off with that guy again. he would kill before he saw you with him again.

"i fuck her with you in mind" he closed his eyes.

"all right baby" you whispered, pressing your body against his, "do you touch yourself when you think of me too?"

"what are you getting at?"

"answer me"

"fuck yes, cannot get your fucking face out of my mind, so i have no choice. satisfied?"

"very much" you admitted. yunho looked at you again to see your triumphant smile. he wanted to scream again. had him where you wanted and things weren't going as he had planned.

"what about you" his words also came out more shyly than he had planned, "do you also think of… me?"

you truthfully denied "every time i do, only remember you with that fucking chick on my phone screen" you rolled your eyes, pinning them to the ceiling, "but i'm willing to give you a chance."

"a-a chance?"

"remind me what it was like to fuck you, yuyu" you murmured, taking one of his hands and placing it on your ass.

yunho didn't move, almost petrified by the surprise and confusion "want that?"

"mhm" you admitted "you're right. i loved seeing this side of you. show me how fucking mad you are at me. how i drive you crazy with my little slutty games" you stroked his arm up to his neck, squeezing the back of it to pull him closer "think you can do it for me, yuyu?"

"you're playing with fire" his other hand grew confident, then grabbed your ass with both of his.

lips were already brushing against each other. your body responded instantly. every hair on your body stood up, missing him as his strong scent crept into your nostrils, intoxicating you even more with his presence. fuck, how much you had missed him, you didn't know until your lips finally crashed against his. he was slow at first, taking his time to taste you again. he gasped at the real memory of your mouth, the one he still dreamed of. he'd missed you like crazy, so now that he had you to himself after so long, he needed to go slow. take as much of you as he could. he gently lifted the fabric of your skirt, exposing your ass, caressing your skin.

"my god" he moaned against your lips, making you shudder. he bit your lower lip, knowing you loved it so much. you noticed how this simple gesture sent a shock straight to your core, drenching you at the first stroke. you were almost embarrassed at how much you were starting to need him. you were wrong. you wouldn't die gladly on that dancefloor, but here. you hated knowing that there was nothing that could turn you on more than fucking jeong yunho "this is so damn wrong" he whined, still running his hands all over your skin. you smiled lustfully, not letting the distance between you grow, with a small sense of fear that he would pull away from you.

"go on" you sighed against his lips, "touch me, please" weakness fighting pride and winning the first battle.

"give me time, dolly" he whispered, stopping the kiss to your displeasure, "need to enjoy you fully, do you understand?"

"you can do it" the words slipped from your mouth, "but don't make me wait, need you."

"you need me?" the self-confidence had returned to her system thanks to you, you knew it and you hated it too. but still you nodded. she closed her eyes once more, slowly taking in the air, letting you enjoy her incomparable beauty "more than anyone else?"

"more than anyone" wished you could shut the fuck up, but at that moment you would say and do anything to please him.

"you're perfect. perfect for me" he confessed without taking his eyes off you, "and you're so damn wet" he gasped, "so ready for me. could fuck you right now without even preparing you." you felt the warmth of his palm on your underwear, which was already soaked with anticipation, but of course he would, because he knew how much you liked his fingers inside you.

he was almost thrilled to know that he hadn't lost his magic on you. that neither fucking seungcheol nor any other guy could take that away from him. feeling his hands on the fabric, you arched your back slightly and he missed no opportunity to attack your neck with his teeth. you moaned, vibrating as he lost his patience and put his hand inside your underwear. you drove him even crazier.

"just like that, yuyu. oh my god" his fingers moved expertly over your clit, allowing himself to insert the one in the middle into you. you moaned in desire and he knew he had to insert another digit. the speed was still cautious, but your hips already began to lightly hit the palm of his hand, looking for more.

"like that? is my baby enyoing it?" he whispered against your skin. a guttural sound of affirmation made hum smile "look at you, can't resist to me, can u? denied u're still into me, but u are nothing but mine" you grunted again, trying to stop yourself to please him even more "tell me it's true, babe, come on"

but again you would say anything. you were too unravel, too drunk to deny him anything and he hadn't even used his cock yet "i'm all yours, yuyu"

"that's my pretty girl. you're so, so good" he cupped the back of your head again to lure you into a short but deep kiss "do you want me to fuck you? need more?" he growled, you gasped again as the speed suddenly increased aggressively. you could cum right now, yunho knew that, but it wasn't in his plans "god, you're a fucking show".

he left your soaked hole, getting a moan from you that only amused him. before you knew it, your face was back against the wall, your skirt even higher and your panties on the floor "ur cunt is beautiful. it obsesses me. i can't believe i've gone this long without seeing it" he complained, placing the head of his cock in your entrance. you almost cried from the strong impression of craving it so much "i'd love to eat it, but we can't here" he introduced a little of its length.

it was as thick as you remembered, and you were too small for it. he moaned loudly, encouraging you to push it in a little more with your hips. "you're a needy slut, baby. thought you were fucking that guy all the time, huh? is he not enough for your needy cunt?"

your face flushed with shame and anger as you started to grunt as he went inside you. faster than usual, but without choking you. at this point you were so fucked up that nothing mattered anymore. but there was something you wanted to try. yunho had always been good with words to make you horny and push your limits. what would happen if it was the other way around? what if you tried it this time?

when he was finally inside, he let out a sigh of relief, giving you only a few seconds before he began to move his hips in an agonizingly slow but deep rhythm. you loved how he moaned as much as you did "ur very wrong, yunho" you moaned with a new lunge, "seungcheol is good, very good," you noticed how he tensed up inside.

"what the hell are you saying now?"

"is she as good as me?" a deeper attack, full of rage "does she let you fuck her like you fuck me?"

"you're a fucking whore"

"absolutely. but only for you" you gasped as he pulled your hair back, your scalp itching in pain, "and you love it."

his thrusts became much faster, more aggressive. you had to put your hand on the wall to keep from hitting your head "you were doing so well, don't you ever shut up?"

you almost thought you couldn't stand this frenetic pace, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. "fuck!" shouted as he slapped your ass sharply.

"that's better. now say my name," when you ignored him, he slapped again, "say my fucking name."

finally you gave in, screaming it out so loud you were afraid every reserved area would hear it, your walls trembling over his cock as you sucked it into you "shit, you feel so good" he grunted as he slapped you again "where do you want me to cum?"

"you can do whatever you want with me".

he smiled at your words and a few lunges later, more and more frantic and erratic, he came out of you masturbating hard "knees".

the floor was cold under your skin, but it didn't matter when the image in front of you was majestic. yunho's flushed face, his lips open, looking at you hungrily, his hand choking his cock with every movement. he didn't need to ask you to open your mouth before he ended up on your tongue. you stayed like that for a few seconds, letting the image sink into his retina before swallowing it all with pleasure. "you're driving me crazy" he confessed, helping you to your feet. your legs were still shaking, and even though you hadn't finished, you felt like you were in heaven. it was even better when he kissed you lustfully, in an almost dirty and obscene way, smearing his lips with his own cum, which was still at the corner of your lips. he pulled up his pants and helped you to arrange your clothes and hair with affection. "you need to go to the bathroom to clean yourself up" he apologized with a tiny chuckle.

"well, there is no pleasure without sacrifice" laughed too.

when he looked into your eyes, you could clearly see the sincere color of love. it was still there. he couldn't hide it even if tried. then he allowed his hands to clasp your hips, drawing you to him with affection, resting his forehead on yours. that was yunho. the real one "i've missed you" he confessed, looking at your lips "every day."

your heart shrank at his words. he had managed to change the whole atmosphere in a few seconds and you had the urge to kiss him, but skipped it. "yunho…"

"i know, i know" he murmured. there it was again. the guilt and nostalgia he was so familiar with pounding his chest again, "but maybe, we could…"

"you have a girlfriend" your words hurt. they were true and that's why they hurt even more.

"but it's you" and there it was again, the betrayal stinging in your eyes, doing the same thing that tore you apart.

you pushed him away with what little strength of will you had left, pulling back out of pride as a last resort. the picture that ended with you came back to your mind. the months of missing him, the tears and the pain. again the angry "can't trust you, yunho".

"what can i do to show that i love you? how can you trust me again?" you denied bitterly. he hated to see that look on your face again. the empty one. the same one you had when you first saw him at the beginning of the night. all yunho was looking for at that moment was a flash of something like what had just happened, but it had clearly confused him.

with your heart gagged by reason, wiping away the tears that threatened to reappear at any moment, you said bitterly, "start by not fucking any girl every time you're in a relationship. even if it's the other one, it's me."

with that you left. didn't say goodbye, shutting the door behind you, leaving him alone and with a sour feeling in his stomach. the worst part of it all is that he knows he would do it again. and so would you.

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

i was finally able to upload part two! it took me a while because i had a hard time with english here:( if you see any mistakes, don't be shy to tell me!

♡ hope you enjoyed it, lots of love ♡

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kthecutest · 1 year

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yūka could i request smth? 😅 sooo it goes smth like this... u are dating k's friend (k is the one who introduced u to each other) but this friend doesn't make u satisfied in the bedroom so u always end up finishing by urself. one day u are alone in u and ur bf's apartment and while touching urself k catches u (he likes hanging out in ur guys' apartment so he knows the pw and thought his friend was home) and u kinda tell him abt ur problem and helps u with it 👀

Pls whoever you are, you've got my heart cuz your idea is actually so good and creative ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა but cuz of the immense load of work I have here, I might have slowed down the motivation and creativity half-way so I'm genuinely sorry if the bottom half part wasn't all that hype.

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☄. *. ⋆Forget Him⋆·˚ ༘ *

Pairing : bestfriend!K x taken!f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

Another sigh left your lips as you sat on the bed, your desperate pussy still wet yet far from release; almost screeching out to you in pain and agony – your hair a mess from not the sex but your own doing of pulling on your hair from utter frustration. You looked to your side at your exhausted boyfriend now sound asleep. You gritted your teeth as you clenched onto the sheets, your other free hand going over to stimulate your tired pussy once more. This has been going on for almost 6 months now, and it was seriously getting to your head – but the worst thing is – you can’t even bring up this topic since your lover was too sweet, guilt would often hit you like a truck in your head.

Another evening, you’re slumped back on your back, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy in a furious speed as tears prickled on the corner of your eyes. “Fuck, fuck.. fuckkk! Please!”, you begged loudly at yourself hoping to get some release but you only ended up throwing your head back, tears spilling out at your nth failed attempt. But while you were begging and whining and crying about it all, you weren’t actually the only witness of the sight. Kei, your best friend of two years, had been standing right in front of your bedroom the entire time, glancing at your desperate figure on the bed from the slight opening of the door.

You and Kei had been best friends for years now, and he was the one who acted as a matchmaker between you and your current boyfriend. Despite him practically being a third-wheel, you three have been close ever since and you guys trusted each other to the fullest to the point you and your boyfriend even considered on giving Kei the apartment’s entrance passcode – which led to the current scenario. No matter how loyal you were, it’s not possible to deny how hot and sweet your best friend was and now with the build-up of your unfulfilled sexual needs – considering Kei’s massive body, you couldn’t help but imagine what would lie below all the built up biceps – a thick girthy cock that could probably tear you in half.

Seeing your pitiful state, Kei felt sorry seeing his best friend being so stressed and desperate over an issue, more specifically a sexual one – which also in-turn, had him hard to the fullest. It was somehow as hot as it was sorrowful to see your failed attempts on trying to catch your desire – to the point that the tent in his jeans was now so obvious, it was bursting at the seams. Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door as you quickly threw yourself under the sheets. “o-oh Kei! I-is your work over?”, almost sounding as if you were greeting a husband.

The room filled with eerie silence as Kei approached you not saying a word, when he was at the perfect closure with you, he instantly pulled the sheets right off of your naked bottom. “Ah-!? Kei? W-what are you doing..?”, you flinched, letting out a confused and flustered reaction. “Baby.. you need help, don’t you..~?” – “w-wha?” – did he just called you baby? You were confused. You didn’t have any intention of being a cheater, but maybe it was the need, the heat, or probably HIM, but you wanted to give in for once.

You didn’t had to pull out a whole explanation – it was easy to say Kei had already understood the assignment when you felt his palm rub against your clit roughly. You let your head fall into the crook of his neck, muffling out your intense moans. He hasn’t even inserted any of his digits yet you could already feel your orgasm building up. “Want more lovely~?” – you could only react with a nod and incoherent whines, your brain clouded in lust. In a blink of an eye, you could already feel the tip of his dick prodding at your entrance. As he slowly entered you, you could hear his low breathy tone right in your ear –

“I’ll make you forget all about him.”

#&team #andteam #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team fanfic #&team smut #&team hard hours #&team hard thoughts #&team k #&team k smut #k #k smut #koga yudai

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gothushi · 21 days

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gosh your fic (which i LOVED btw) has my mind whirling with all the possibilities of pegging the other boys. luke and simon are a given, obviously, that’s just another tuesday for them, in fact they both wear signs that say “please peg me!!” at all times, but imagine hook or charlie or nikolai? i think all three of them would try to act so tough and unbothered, but the second the action starts suddenly you should’ve soundproofed the walls. ernst? oh my i don’t think he’d even know what to do with himself, he’d be so overwhelmed and nervous, but once you actually start his brain would turn to absolute mush; his tongue rolling out of his mouth with his eyes rolled back. father anthony? oh my lord (harhar)….talk about ruining that man for forever. i genuinely think it would alter (harhar) his brain chemistry. sex in general is probably so overwhelming for him considering how long he’s abstained, so i can’t imagine how mind breaking it would be to be on the receiving end of so much pleasure. seb? i think he’d be so intimidated and hesitant to the idea at first, but he’d quickly loose his absolute mind once things get going. slurring his words, drooling into the pillow.

if we really wanna get into luke and simon though, i think they’re both similar in the sense that in the beginning they’d be really hesitant to the idea of anything inside them. there’s just *no way* they’d like that, i mean….who do you think they are? they like to fuck, not be fucked! but obviously they become absolute sluts to their prostates being played with very quickly. i can just imagine simon begging for u and brendan to put it in at the same time because “i can take it!! i swear i can!! come on….please, please?”

okay luke and simon hard agree fully. especially with simon wanting u and brendan to fuck him at the same time. he’s whining he can take it, he’ll make it fit please he wants both of ur cocks so bad … brendan’s gotta slap him to make him shut up. they both loooove prostate massages, it makes lukes mind melt and he shakes all over until he cums from it, and then he’s all pliant and relaxed, his sore muscles all tired. simon likes when u make him stand, bent over something, and u watch as his legs shake and tremble and he almost falls everytime. he loves u humiliating him.

hook and charlie are the ones who would take like … the longest to convince. even longer than it did with rob. they’re both a bit reserved there like… no i’m in charge? but u’ve just got the cutest puppy eyes and they’re never able to say no to u, at all, no matter what. they’re similar to rob in the sense that they stretch out and let u do ur thing, telling u to be careful, gentle, and they’re pretty calm at first because it doesn’t hurt but it just feels.. odd. yk? but once u’ve got enough lube and u find that little spot, the arousal in his body spikes ten fold and color fills his cheeks. safe to safe they enjoy it and will want to do it again

i think nikolai is more open to the idea, but he wants to be in charge. i see nikolai as probably the least likely to want to be submissive, so he will let u fuck him, but he wants to ride u. growls and groans about ur cock, how deep it reaches, how good it feels, cooing at ur good ideas and asking if u like watching him ride u. ur a mess by the end of it all

ernst is obviously the most likely to enjoy it all. he’s embarrassed at first like.. no that’s dirty! that’s embarrassing! ur not supposed to touch there! but it doesn’t take long with u batting ur eyes and palming over his cock to convince him. ernst is definitely also the one who falls apart the most. he’s practically screaming, his legs kicking, eyes lidded, rolling back, crossing, he’s drooling and panting like an overactive dog, and his cocks making even more of a mess than his mouth

i think before pegging father anthony he’d need to be worked up to it a lot. and slowly. i can picture one night ur just working on stretching him some more, ur up to two fingers, all slick with lube and spit. ur tongues laving over his balls to soothe and distract, heavy moans falling from his lips. ur fingers curl and ughhtht he just falls apart. obscene, pornography worthy moans are sounding from him, head craned back, hands gripping the duvet. it’s so unbelievably intimate for him, and he didn’t know he could feel this good ever. he probably cries, and u nearly stop until he’s gasping ‘my angel, oh, keep going, please’

seb’s another one kinda close to ernst in the way he’d react. he’d be pretty open to the idea for the most part but would take a while to work up to actually executing the idea. once u’ve got started he rivals a woman in a porno. moaning loud, making his throat hoarse, getting himself fucked into the mattress probably surrounded by ur plushies

#simon walker #simon walker x reader #luke davenport #luke davenport x reader #father anthony x reader #nikolai x reader #seb as if #seb as if x reader #hook x reader #charlie the stomach #charlie the stomach x reader #ernst stranded #ernst x reader

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seongminiz · 7 months

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hello my luv!! ngl i was laughing my ass off when i found out seongmin had beat taeyoung’s horse cock allegations😭😭 but like picture this.. you’re taeyoung’s best friend who came along that exact video and decided to tease him over it when he came for movie night.

“better shut your mouth before i shove it in to shut it for you”

also would it be alright if i could become 🫙 anon? much love to youu🤍🤍🤍

(not me turning this into a whole ass fic help)(n ofc u can be 🫙 anon !!)

review : ★★☆☆☆ , not that big tbh

minors dni ; ~1.7k words

warnings not proof read its like 3am i'll fix this in the morning , dom taeyoung , bratty reader , rlly lighthearted unserious n kinda fluffy , oral (m rec) , unprotected sex :3 (its not a jo seongminiz fic without it tbh) , creampie , big dick taeyoung :') , bulge kink n a little of size kink ig ? idk taeyoung refers to reader as tiny in one instance , liiittle bit of dumbification , i used the words cock n dick so much in this they dont even feel like real words anymore send help , some of the dialog is kinda cringe sawrry abt that , the whole smut part is cringe tbh im going to set myself on fire how am i a smut writer that doesn't know how to write smut

note no bc the way they were talking abt cock n balls on national television like CAN WE HAVE SOME DECORUM PLS anyways ! THE WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN CURED Y'ALL cant believe it took taeyoung having a small dick to fix this i love ur brain anon bc like .. YES . i can picture this so well . n i am NAWT letting the taeyoung monster cock agenda go no matter what seongmin says ik hes lyingggg

deep down u know what seongmin said was nothing more than a joke with barely any truth to it. it's not like you're unfamiliar with taeyoung's size, having your fair experience of accidentally rubbing ur ass against him while you were cuddling one too many times and causing some awfully awkward accidents because of it.

still, teasing taeyoung is wayyy more fun than acknowledging any of that. and for once, actually grinding down on him to get a reaction while you're cuddled up on your couch, watching a shitty movie you picked randomly, is fun too.

you can clearly feel taeyoung's bulge growing, just as you can feel him trying to move behind you to make it a little better (and ultimately making it worse each time), and you can hear the way his breath gets heavier by the minute, trying to stifle a few whines here and there you want to hear more of so badly.

when you 'innocently' grind against him once more under the pretense of stretching, taeyoung's last weak bit of restraint is gone. he groans, a hand firmly gripping your hips to hold you in place and finally stop your cruel shenanigans.

'can you stop that?' taeyoung asks, voice strained. 'stop what?' you look behind you and up at him, eyes wide in the fakest innocent expression you can come up with.

'you know what i'm talking about, you're...' he sits up, finally freeing himself from the close contact with you and quickly grabbing a pillow to hide his boner. you smirk to yourself, shaking your head as you sit up too. 'you're making me hard...' he finally says, lowering his voice so you can barely hear him over the movie playing.

'oh!' your expressions shifts to one of even faker concern, pouting a little. 'sorry about that. i didn't really feel anything, though, that's why i didn't notice...' you both know your explanation is bullshit. taeyoung knows that, he's sure of it even as you whisper something along the lines of 'i guess seongmin was right about it not being that big.'

still, he somehow finds himself trying to desperately defend his pride, barely managing to stutter out something about seongmin being a liar and how you both know you're just playing along with that whole bit for shits and giggles.

'am i?' you tilt your head to the side, keeping up your act as well as you can until the inevitable happens. 'you know, i've never really seen it, so how would i know? i guess until i do, i'll just have to trust seongmin on his word...'

for the first time that night, taeyoung actually laughs. 'if you wanted to see my dick that bad, you should've just asked,' he moves the pillow away, and you can finally shamelessly stare at his very obvious bulge as much as you want. taeyoung takes his sweet time with it , undoing the strings of his sweatpants and hooking his thumbs in the waistband before looking up at you, taking in your shocked expression and the way you're basically hypnotized by the sight of his still clothed cock.

because holy shit. you knew seongmin was just messing with him when he made that joke, you knew he was somewhat big, but this?

'this is a fucking monster cock what the fuck?'

the words leave your mouth before you can properly process them and, at the same time, with a quick motion taeyoung gets rid of both his sweatpants and boxers at once, finally snapping you out of your dick-induced trance.

just to have you plummet into an even worse one, probably. because not only is taeyoung's dick enormous, it also looks pretty as fuck.

'told you so,' he simply says, one of his hands gently lifting your chin so you can face him, his demeanor suddenly more serious. 'you're still okay with this, right?'

'of course,' you manage to say, breaking the heavy eye contact for a split second to steal yet another glance at taeyoung's dick. despite your voice shaking, and your actions not matching your words, you try to once again keep up that same act that brought you exactly where you are right now. 'plus, i was right, it's not even that big.'

'oh, really?' taeyoung's hand leaves your face and slides down to your shoulder, a silent command you follow with no objections, sliding off the couch and to your knees on the cold floor beneath you, right between his legs.

and face to face with his cock.

'let's hope it's at least big enough to shut you up, then,' taeyoung runs his hand through your hair, firmly gripping it 'maybe you'll be able to put your moth to good use for once.'

at that moment, you genuinely wish taeyoung was smaller. because no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to be able to take all of him in your mouth, using your hand to cover the part you can't reach.

truth is, taeyoung isn't as relaxed as he would want to be either. the simple fact you can't take all of him is enough to rile him up even more, fighting the urge to just take charge and fuck your mouth like he really wants to.

'so much for it not being that big, huh?' his words come out weak, broken by small moans and whimpers in between them.

of course you don't- you can't reply to taeyoung's taunts, at least verbally, so you opt for trying to take him deeper. the action makes you gag, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. taeyoung almost cums right then and there, his resolve slowly crumbling and breaking down as he pulls you off of him.

after all, he has greater plans than just cumming down your throat. and if the way you whimper and rub your thighs together once he leaves your mouth empty is anything to go by, you do too.

taeyoung gently helps you up and back on the couch. his lips are immediately on yours, pulling you into a heated makeout as he gets rid of your shorts and underwear, sliding one hand between your legs to be met with your soaked cunt. you whine into the kiss, pulling away from him and grabbing on his wrist.

'don't tease me,' you complain. taeyoung wants to laugh at you. after all you've done and said, you are the one who doesn't want to be teased? if that's what you want, though...

'right, you said it's not that big anyways, you should be able to take it right away, no?'

what taeyoung didn't expect you to do was actually agree. you desperately nod, hand still wrapped around his wrist 'i can take it, please.'

or maybe you can't, but at this moment you'd rather die impaled on your best friend's cock than admit you were wrong, even when all the evidence - especially your own lived one - points to your defeat.

you definitely can't.

that's what you realize as taeyoung starts to push the head of his cock inside you and your eyes immediately fill with tears.

'fuck... you're so-'

'i'm not the problem here, you're just fucking big.' you cut him off. your head is spinning and, despite the pain, you can't deny how good you actually feel. how full you are, even as you look down and realize he's barely halfway inside of you.

you close your eyes, squeezing taeyoungs's hand. when did you even start holding it? you don't remember, probably somewhere between when you yelled at him to 'fucking slow down' and when you threatened to 'cut your dick off if you dare to cum before you're all the way in'.

luckily for taeyoung, your threats will have to wait and his cock - a national treasure at this point - will live to see another day.

now that he's fully buried inside your cunt, you can finally adjust to his size, slowly relaxing until it doesn't hurt (that much) anymore. 'you can move,' you say after a while, your hips bucking up in encouragement as taeyoungs's grip on your sides tightens.

'fucking finally, i thought i was going to die before i got to properly fuck you,' his joke and your laugh to it are short lived, cut off by the both of you moaning in unison as he starts picking up his pace.

you're so overwhelmed, you can feel taeyoung everywhere inside you, so deep you're pretty sure you should be dead at this point. you're grateful you're not, though, you're pretty sure if you were you wouldn't be able to feel the way the tip of his cock relentlessly bullies your sweet spot, paired with his fingers right on your clit and...

'fuck look at this,' you whine when the stimulation on your clit subsides, but your disappointment doesn't last long, taeyoung places that same hand on your lower stomach, pressing on the very evident bulge formed by taeyoungs's cock ramming inside you.

'but it's not that big right? fuck... maybe you're right, i might not be that big, maybe you're just too tiny for me.'

you moan at taeyoung's words, too far gone to properly process them as you mindlessly nod. 'aw, did i fuck you too dumb? can't think properly when i'm fucking you this good?' he coos at you, and you can't do anything but nod again.

'so full... going to cum,' you can barely speak before you're clenching down even more on his cock, cumming with no further warning.

if taeyoung wasn't about to cum before, he definitely is now, his hips picking up the pace even more as he helps you ride through your high and starts to overstimulate you chasing his own.

his dick twitches inside of you, and you swear you couldn't almost cum again just from that, as his hips stutter and finally slow down, his cum filling you up.

you're both panting, trying to recover from probably the most mind blowing highs of your life.

when you make eye contact with taeyoung, he starts laughing again.

'what?' you ask.

'so? did i change your mind?'

you shrug, suppressing your own laugh 'eh, not really... it wasn't that big to be honest'

:3 thats it bye omg shitty ending everybody say thank u jo seongminiz

#🍰 seongminiz !#🧇 crvt !#💭 . 🫙 anon !#cravity hard hours #cravity smut #taeyoung smut #taeyoung hard hours

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housethemd · 8 months

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hi!! i really love ur writing, u have written some of my fav house fics :3 if i may.... could i get some of ur thoughts on house navigating sex after the infarction? i love the exploration of sex as not just getting off, but as an emotionally intimate, deeply vulnerable act. something to be explored and practiced, something imperfect and deeply personal and unique. lmao anyways sorry for blabbering, i just think u have very good ideas about house and wilson's sexual relationship. u understand them so well

Ahhh thank you anon!! ☺️

So I’m going to start with my thoughts immediately post infarction and work up to Hilson because I have many thoughts!

Okay so I think immediately after the infarction and for a while after House had very little interest in sex. The pain and the drugs he would have been on would have had a negative effect on his libido, but also his tanking self esteem and body image likely would have killed his desire for sex. I think if in the year or so following the infarction if he did have sex, it was likely because he felt he was “supposed to” want sex, not because he actually did. I also personally headcanon that he probably would have started taking viagra or another type of ED medication to help because again, pain and emotional issues have a detrimental effect on sexual performance.

I think that plays into why he starts hiring prostitutes. He feels terrible about his body, insecure about his ability to perform, and he knows a prostitute won’t care. The lack of emotional connection makes it easier for him to set aside his anxieties. He is also literally paying them to cater to him, so it’s easier to ignore the fact that there are positions he just can’t do anymore. I think it would likely be vary hard for him to be on his knees for more than a couple minutes, especially when combined with thrusting, which means a lot of more common sexual positions (missionary, doggy, etc) are now out of the question for him. With prostitutes he doesn’t have to worry about them asking him to take a position he can’t, he simply says he wants them to ride him and they do it without question.

That all to say that from the infarction to whenever he and Wilson get together (whenever you personally like to headcanon that to be) House avoids the emotional aspects of sex like the plague.

Now when House and Wilson get together, House suddenly finds himself with a regular sexual partner who he cares about very much, and who cares about him in return. House can’t avoid the emotional aspects of sex anymore. He worries about what Wilson thinks of the infarction scar during sex, about what if Wilson wants a position House can’t do, House is worried about Wilson finding out he sometimes needs pills to get it up, and it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy.

Wilson I think would try to get House to talk about his limits, requirements, etc early on but House would refuse because he’s built up so many walls he can’t figure how to let them down. Eventually though I think House would be so stressed about Wilson’s thoughts and his own performance that he wouldn’t be able perform at all. This probably makes him angry, convinced Wilson won’t want to be with him anymore because House sees himself as “broken.”

I think once House has had time to cool down, Wilson would finally be able to coax House into talking about it. Wilson probably went into his relationship with House knowing House would have limits, but also knowing House wouldn’t want to talk about them. But when he finally gets House to open up he feels so special. House would admit to needing the pills sometimes, about how he finds some positions hard and some downright painful, about how every time he takes off his pants he worries Wilson will be so turned off by his scar that he won’t want him anymore.

From there they start to explore what House can do. They find new positions, they try out new forms of pleasure when House is having difficulty getting it up (prostate orgasm, anyone?), Wilson kisses House’s scar to show him it doesn’t bother him, that it’s just another part of House. Yeah, Wilson has to prod still to get House to be honest but after a while the honesty comes more easily. House is able to reframe sex in his mind as being a journey instead of a goal. Together House is able to learn whole new ways his body can feel good.

I’m working on writing a fic with the working title “5 times House and Wilson had unconventional sex, and 1 time they didn’t” which explores the fun new types of pleasure these boys get up too, as well as House’s emotional journey regarding sex and how he feels about it and himself. So a bunch of the things mentioned here will be thought out more in depth in that.

Sorry this got so long! But I hope I answered your question and thank you so much for the ask!

#housethemd ask box #anon ask #house md #james wilson #hate crimes md #greg house #hilson #dr house #dr wilson #wilson x house #house/wilson #gregory house

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whispering-ways · 1 year

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Could you do College AU where the reader and others (u can choose) live on campus and the reader she was a trouble maker and they went to a party that was happening (with illegal stuff and alcohol) and aizawa who was a professor ruined it and the people who couldn’t escape (aka the reader and h can choose if the others got caught) and…. (U can carry on from here) I ABSOLUTELY LOVE UR FICS!!! So this is just an idea ❤️❤️❤️❤️

♡•୨୧ after office hours ୨୧•♡

✶ summary: you're a rich spoiled student who always seems to disrupt professor aizawa. He hasn't been able to do much about it till now.

✶ pairing: shouta aizawa x f!reader

✶ tags: cursing, nicknames like sir, baby, sweetheart, blackmail, creampie, penetrative sex

✶ notes: hi anon! I literally loved doing this request so much so let me know whether you guys liked it and want more fics like this <3 love y'all and hope you guys have a great day/night :)

The chalk squeaks across the board as he writes out the basic outline of today’s lecture. Steadying himself from the stress of his upcoming class, Aizawa lets out a long sigh. Bit by bit, students start trickling in and taking their seats in the lecture hall, ready to review this week’s reading about Shakespeare. “Fuck I really hope she’s sick or something, this day’s already tiring enough,” he thought, watching the minutes tick by on the clock above his desk. With two minutes left till class started, Aizawa got up from his desk to close the door, relieved to see a certain student not in his class. But that happiness was dashed the second he saw your hand stop the door from fully closing. You slammed the door open and started walking up to your seat in the tiered classroom, iced coffee in hand. The ice clinked around the plastic container loudly as you plopped down into your chair, looking smugly right at Aizawa.

“I’m so sorry I’m late Professor Aizawa. I pinky promise it won’t happen again,” you say, laughing obnoxiously. And there it started. The tirade of distractions that you did every class. Every damn class you managed to distract everyone from his lecture. Whether it was passing notes to your friends, playing YouTube videos out loud, eating during a test, or making ‘color commentary’ when you thought you knew better than him, you always managed to find someone way to entertain yourself during class.

At first, he tried to ignore it and thought that maybe you were just a freshman looking to be popular. However, as the semester progressed, it was clear to him that you acted out just because you wanted to. That’s what pissed him off the most. Aizawa just couldn’t understand why anyone would go out of their way to do what you were doing.

And it’s not like he hadn’t tried to solve the issue either. He complained to the previous head of literature and even the dean of students, but there was nothing anyone could do. Your family was a major contributor to the sports programs and was known for pledging generous donations to Harvard every year.

Your father was a powerful businessman with good connections throughout the university. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you bullied other students into doing your work and taking your tests, making it nearly impossible to suspend you from the literature program since you were actually ‘doing your work’ according to the dean of students.

Aizawa never would openly admit that he had any students he disliked. But he would say that he hated you. Every day you walked in was a bad day for him. All he wished for was the ability to put you in your fucking place just for once. But that didn’t matter now; all he needed to focus on was finishing his lecture.

He mustered up every bit of patience before replying “It’s fine Ms. (L/N), make sure you are punctual next time.” He heard you snicker in response, but he tried to pay you no mind. He turns back around to the board, explaining the first part of the homework. He heard some sighs as people marked up their work, but your voice stuck out like a sore thumb.

With every single answer, you kept commenting on what you thought. “If it were me and Romeo looked like that kid over there, I would’ve gladly drank that poison,” you say to your friend, pointing to another student.

Aizawa’s grip on the chalk intensified. “How does anyone just say that about someone else? How soulless do you have to be?” he thought, a scowl painted across his face. He continued to explain the literature review homework, hoping time was going by faster than it felt. After what felt like forever, the lecture was finally done and he could finally experience peace again. Thank God you’d just stuck to passing notes by the end of class, because if he had to hear your voice again, Aizawa would probably have gone crazy.

“Well, that’s all I have for today, everyone. Please make sure to turn in your homework before heading out and I’ll have them graded during the weekend,” he said, watching his students file out, once again leaving the lecture hall in a mess. His eyes glance over to your seat, littered with folded up pieces of notebook paper. With a reluctant sigh, he gets up from his chair to pick up the pieces of paper so as to lighten the load on the janitor. After picking up what seemed to be a dozen torn pieces, his curiosity got the best of him.

“What could have possibly needed this much paper? Can’t she just have texted this?” Aizawa furrows his brows as he unfurls the crumpled-up paper, and a confused expression floods his face as he reads, "Come to the house at like 8, but bring your own drinks." Interesting. Last he seemed to recall, you were underage.

“Could’ve sworn she was underage, but I guess it’s not totally uncommon to get drunk in college,” he thought to himself as he settled back into his seat, pulling out the submitted work. Only 27 of the 35 students turned in the review, which was disappointing, to say the least, given how straightforward and easy the assignment was designed to be. “It’s better than nothing and gives me less work to do, I guess,” he thought,

“But,” he thought to himself, “people drink all the time before 21, so I guess it’s not too surprising.” He sat down at his desk, pulling out the homework the students had turned in. In total, there were only about 27 sheets. Disappointing, considering there were over 35 students in the class. “It’s better than nothing and gives me less work to do, I guess,” he thought.

After what seemed like forever, he had finally graded a decent chunk of work and decided to head home. He didn’t live too far off campus; his house was just a 15-minute walk away from the arts and sciences building. Aizawa had truly enjoyed living in his little house, that is up until the university had placed a frat house right next to his.

Every week, for the last month, his neighbors managed to party every weekend till the sun rose the next morning. If there was one thing he valued it was sleep and he hated how he couldn’t even get a wink on the weekend. He partied too as a student, but nothing like this. I mean didn’t they at least some form of rest?

Although he'd prefer to move elsewhere, housing at the university is provided to him as part of his contract. With a heavy sigh, he trudges through the windy evening, ready to seek refuge in the comfort of his home. As he's only a couple blocks away, he hears cackles coming from behind him, and before he has a chance to react, two men rush by, inadvertently shoving him to the ground.

His bag's contents are strewn across the sidewalk as they swiftly disappear inside his neighbor's home. "Assholes!", he curses, collecting his papers from the grass. “Fucking fantastic. Another sleepless night,” he mumbles to himself, picking up his graded papers one by one off the grass.

He walks up to his door and walks inside, the door slamming shut behind him. He spares not even a moment before sinking face-first into his bed. Aizawa hastily takes off and throws his clothes to the side, wanting to sleep as soon as possible.

He closes his eyes, ready to end the day, but his peace and quiet is quickly interrupted with booming sounds radiating from nearby. He shot up out of his bed and walked over to his windows, pulling back to curtains to discover that his hunch was correct: the source of the noise was his neighbor’s house.

Aizawa tried everything under the sun to block out the sounds of his noisy neighbor. He counted sheep, listened to soothing music, even covered his head with a pillow, but nothing seemed to block out the annoying noise. Finally, he'd had enough. He yelled out, "Enough is enough! I'm sick of this noise", before quickly changing into a black t-shirt and pajamas. His mission was clear: he was going to have a word with those neighbors.

As if it weren't loud enough from the comfort of his own home, it was deafening from out here. Like having his ear pressed right up against the speaker itself. He tries knocking a few times, hoping for the best, but he's quickly met with the realization that knocking would accomplish nothing.

He then starts beating on the door, hoping for success this time around. Finally, the door opens to reveal a group of other rich kids with you at the forefront -- wasted in a sparkly tube top dress, with drunken slurs dripping off your tongue.“Pr-Professor Aizawa? Are youuuu here for the party too bestie? You look nice in not stuck up clothes you know, some realllll daddy material.”

"Oh, you are worse drunk than sober", Aizawa grumbled in exasperation as the smell of weed and alcohol overwhelmed his senses, making him feel queasy. "Enough is enough", he yelled sharply, bringing the party to an abrupt halt. "All of you need to either shut up or get out. It's every week with you folks", he snapped.

Turning his attention towards you, and with a harsh whisper just for your ears, he adds, "I see drugs scattered everywhere and you may get away with making a distraction every now and then, but don't think you can avoid expulsion once the dean finds out about this, I’ve got cameras all over my place filming the noise, so if you know what’s good for you, I’d get your ass to my office first thing in Monday morning.”

And with a swift and solid slam of the door, he ended the party and walked back to his house, finally relishing in the sweet silence. To his surprise, the peace and quiet continued for the remainder of the night, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, praising the lord for finally granting him a moment of peace.

Aizawa wakes up the following morning, well-rested. It was a dream come true to see his lawn lacking in beer cans and streamers and for the first time in a long time, he’s happy to be up in the morning. The same could not be said about you however. You woke up in a bathtub accompanied with the worst hangover you’d ever experienced in your life. Your head was killing you, Professor Aizawa’s words ringing through your mind. “Just another part of clean-up,” you thought, reaching for your phone to call your dad.

“Hello?”

“Hi! How’s my favorite dad alive doing?” you say cheerily, doing your best to butter him up. All you got was a sigh in response, so you continued. “I just have a teeny tiny, really the smallest thing, favor to ask of you Daddy.”

Internally, you anticipated another sigh from him before sucking up to whatever you wanted your father to do, but this time was different. “I’m tired of your antics Y/N. I don’t even care about the favor or whatever you must’ve done, but it’s gone on far too long. You need to take accountability for your actions because I can’t bankroll you any longer. I’ve spent nearly a half a million dollars just paying for your mistakes and I won’t have any of it any longer. If you’re on the brink of getting suspended again, you will be disowned so apologize to whoever you’ve hurt this time/ It’s time you fixed your own mistakes. You’ll thank me in the future.” And with that your dad hung up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", you mumble in distress, beginning to panic. "If he didn't like suspension, he definitely won't be happy with expulsion", you muse, trying to collect your racing thoughts. "What can I do? I better go apologize right away. The sooner we resolve this, the better", you murmur to yourself, attempting to calm your nerves.

After chugging down a few pain killers, you rush to your wardrobe to pick the perfect apology outfit. I mean, of course you had to look humbling, but a clean academic look wouldn’t hurt when saying sorry. “What do I go with? Hmm”, you say, perusing through your wast collection of designer outfits. You finally decide on a cute little number that came straight from Chanel: a pink cropped blazer and a strapdress set. You looked at yourself in the mirror, making sure you gave off the epitome of a teacher’s pet, before putting on your heels and walking next door.

Aizawa barely even sat down in his office before he hears a couple sharp raps coming from his door. “Ah fucking hell. People,” he says to himself before getting up to see who it is. “Jesus Christ.” he says in surprise, looking down to see you, dressed all prim and proper, a total deviation of what he saw last night. It was a shock to him that you were even standing upright. “What do you want? I thought I told you to see me Monday in my office, not today at my house.”

“Professor Aizawa! I hope you’re having a good day. I think we’ve like misunderstood each other. All I wanted to do is have a little chat about what you believe you saw last night Proffesor,” you explain stepping inside.

“No one told you you could come in, but go ahead sit on my couch, who cares anymore?”

You sit down in Aizawa’s living room, crossing your legs and putting your bag to your side. He sits right across from you, patiently waiting for what you’re going to say next. “I just wanted to apologize for all the noise you heard last night, yeah? Didn’t mean it to get so loud.”

Gobsmacked couldn’t even begin to explain how Aizawa felt hearing you apologize to him. “You’re actually being genuine? This isn’t you playing a prank of me or anything?” he says, suspicious.

“No like I’m being so for real, and how do you say, down to Earth right now. I’m sorry for making noise and I won’t do it again, so let’s forget this whole thing and like start a new page, okay?” you reply back with a smile.

“In the nicest way ever Miss (L/N), there’s no way I’m letting you off the hook that quickly. It’s not fair to the other students if I did that. Plus, where would my integrity be if I let you get off scot free doing everything you’ve done? You need to face the consequences to your actions. And in the nicest way possible, getting the chance to discipline you will be the highlight on my career that I wouldn’t give up for the entire world.”

You were absolutely thrown for a loop. You thought that genuinely your problem would be solved with what you said. “Today is just full of unexpectations and not the good kind either,” you say with a huff and crossing your arms.

“See that’s exactly what I mean. This baby behavior? You need to learn the adult world is rough Miss (L/N). I know very well that your dad will have this cleared up in two seconds flat. But this is the most I can do with the footage that I have and there’s no possible way I’m not taking this to the extremes. Respectfully, maybe starting off at community college could be betterto turn your life around.” Aizawa says, the direct opposite of his thoughts that screamed joy at you finding some sort of consequence.

You were doing your best to hold in your tears, but hearing the words ‘community college’ broke the dam. “I-I, I can’t because Daddy, because Daddy he said he won’t help me, and-and-and and he says that I- I have to handle this on my o-own this ti-time, which isn’t fair at all and I can’t get expelled because I’ll be disowned and become a peasant and I’m not made for that life P-P-Professor. And I can’t go to community because I’ll be w-w-with all the poors! Please I’ll do anything!” sobbing and hiccuping on your words as your tried to explain to Aizawa how desperate you were.

Aizawa sat back in his seat, wondering what to make of this. Even if this was the truth, there would be no way you wouldn’t eventually get off the hook. Realistically, even if your dad cut you off, but he knew for a fact what he said was an empty threat. There’s no way he’d allow for a headline that reputation-damaging to spread across the internet, not when he could prevent it. But just then an idea blossomed in his head. “So you’d really do anything?”

You immediately wiped your tears away and scrambled to compose yourself. “Yes! Yes, I’ll like literally do anything, I don’t care, I just can’t afford this.”

“Hmm.. well that’s an interesting proposition then, Miss (L/N). In that case, strip.”

“What?” you say, shocked. “You’re...you’re actually not serious right?”

“I’m completely serious. I heard you talking the other week about how you wanted to fuck me anyways and I seem to recall you saying that I was ‘ real daddy material’, so don’t bother trying to tell me you wouldn’t want this. If you want me to consider forgiving you, you’ll get to stripping,” a smile creeping on his face.

“There must be some way we can work out something else, alright? I mean what if I organize your office or something? Soup kitchen perhaps?” you suggest, scrambling to find some sort of loophole.

“No. I’m sorry young lady, but there’s no out. Get to stripping if you want me to consider. Or you can always face the risk of me going to the dean. Not too far a walk from here actually and I’m sure he’d have a ball listening to your explanations.”

You stood there, shell-shocked. There truly was no way to get out of this. You slipped off your blazer, folding it and placing it gingerly on the couch. You stood up and slowly started to pull down the zipper to your dress and laid that right next to your blazer. “There, happy?”

Aizawa looked you over. He was a little surprised to see you wearing modest underwear, a simple pink bra and cotton boyshorts; he expected something more lacey. That said, you still looked amazing. But he wasn’t quite done with you just yet. “Get on your knees and suck me off.”

“Are you actually like insane? Why would I do that?” you retorted.

“Because you know you have no other choice. A), again I know that you want to because everything I’m asking for is part of the fantasy you so helpfully detailed out to your friend and B), you have no other choice remember? It’s either listen to me or get expelled and we both know you don’t want that sweetheart,” Aizawa said with a mischievous smile. “My dick isn’t gonna suck itself, so...get to it.”

You hated to admit it, but he was right on both accords. The main reason you made a ruckus in his class was to get his attention. What you would’nt give to fuck him. After all, he was the hottest professor here on campus and you always did have a thing for academics. Besides this right here was your fantasy. But you couldn’t let him know that, hence this feisty front. You lowered yourself down to the ground and Aizawa grinned at you.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, unbuckling his pants and throwing his belt to the side. You looked up at him one last time before running the tip of your tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, leaving a small and gentle kiss right near his slit. After a few more experimental licks to his dick, you dove in only being able to go a couple inches deep.

Aizawa’s dick wasn’t long, which you honestly preferred, what it lacked in length, it made up in width. You bobbed you head up and down, spit dribbling down your the corner of your mouth the further and further you went. You were so preoccupied with making sure you didn’t choke that you didn’t even notice Aizawa’s hand making its way to your hair until you felt him yanking your head back and start throat fucking you roughly.

You immediately put your hands on his thighs, trying to steady yourself against the relentless pace he set. You start choking as he goes deeper, pushing all 6 inches of his cock down your throat. He only stops and pulls out, just as he’s about to cum. He puts his finger under your chin, propping your face up. “Close your eyes for me pretty girl.” You had a moment after closing your eyes until he came all over your face, cum dripping off your chin.

“God, you look so pretty like that, baby. Gotta do that more often huh?” Aizawa says, grabbing your shoulder to pull you up. He takes your wrist in his hand, guiding towards his office, where hands you a tissue. “Here, for your face.” You wordlessly take the tissue, thinking that was the end of it all, but you don’t see Aizawa going back for his belt. Maybe he just needed to air himself or something, you thought to yourself, while walking over to the trashcan to dispose of the tissue.

“Good, I didn’t even have to ask you to throw it. If only you could be this obedient in class, hmm? Now put your hands on my desk and bend over,” Aizawa says, pushing some papers aside.

“What the fuck? I thought all you wanted me to do is suck you off!” you exclaim.

“Oh sweetheart, I never said that. Can’t go making assumptions can we? Now hands on the table, be good for me.”

You start shuffling towards the table, and Aizawa simply has no patience for it. He grabs you and pushes you towards the desk. You barely have time to collect yourself before you feel him rip your panties, leaving your core exposed to the cold air of the room. “Look at that pretty cunt of yours baby. All dripping f’me huh?”

You felt like you were being examined with the way he was looking at you, but it couldn’t distract you from your ripped panties lying in a heap beside you. “Those were my favorite panties you know! They cost a lot, you can’t just rip them to shreds!” you complain.

“Who gives a shit, I’ll buy you new ones later, after all, you’ll be seeing a lot of me now, won’t you?” You don’t even have the time to think about what he said before you feel two cold wet fingers near your entrance. You moan out as his fingertips barely graze your clit and he takes that as notice to start rubbing it slowly.

“Fuck, sir, that feels so fucking good~,” you mewl out as he goes faster, driving you closer to your climax.

“That’s right baby, call me sir. God this is so much fucking hotter than I ever imagined,” Aizawa said moving his fingers away from your clit.You whine out in response, missing the sensation already, but its quickly replaced with his two fingers plunging deep inside you.

He curved his fingers trying to hit the one spot he was looking for and when he heard you cry out, he knew he found it. He continued to pound his fingers, making sure not to miss that spot of yours each time. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum sir!” you moaned. Just as you finished saying that and felt that familiar build up of pleasure, you felt his fingers leave your cunt. You look back, as to ask why he stopped, making him chuckle.

“Aww sweetheart, you didn’t think that I’d just let you cum on my fingers did you?” Aizawa says. He leans over just far enough so that his palm is near your face before saying, “Spit.”

You look up questionably, then spit in his hand, which brings back to his cock, pumping it slowly in his fist. A short moment later, you hear the snap of something rubber and a slight prodding at your entrance. Aizawa slowly pushes his cock into you and waits for a moment, allowing you to get comfortable with the sensation. “Y-you can move now sir.”

“Shit, that’s cute how you think I need permission,” he replies before starting to pump into you faster, building into what felt like an inhuman pace. The sounds coming from you now were purely pornographic, beyond Aizawa’s wildest fantasies.“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight. Should’ve fucked you ages ago.” You couldn’t even reply; you were absolutely overwhelmed in pleasure. All you do is hum in agreeance and continue to keep moaning out. It doesn’t take long for you to feel that same build-up of pleasure that you felt before.

“I’m gonna cum sir, please let me cum for you,” you whine, hoping he’d provide you with some sort of release.

“Not yet, you only cum when I cum, got it?” he said, pushing your head into the desk and he starting pumping his cock faster, this time with a bit less rhythm. You could tell it wouldn’t be too long; all you had to do was be patient.

It took a few more sloppy strokes, but finally Aizawa growled out “I’m gonna cum soon baby. Cum all over my cock for me. Be a good girl,” punctuating each word by slamming his cock against your g-spot. His hand traveled up to your clit, rubbing it while he continued to fuck you.

“I’m gonna come sir, I’m so close~” you moan out, a slur of words as you reach closer and closer to your peak.

“C-cum for me baby,” Aizawa groans out. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum too.”

He slams his cock into you a couple more times before cumming deep inside of you. He lays against you, sandwiching you between him and the desk for a moment or two before he slowly pulls himself out and throws the condom away. You slip from the desk, knees buckling as you fall to floor in exhaustion. Aizawa shuffles off to the living room and returns, your clothes in hand. He throws them near you and he buckles up his pants back up.

“Put on your clothes and get the fuck out. If you think I’m gonna cuddle you, you’re surely mistaken. But first give me your number,” he says handing you his phone.

“Why would I give you my number?” you ask incredously.

“Because sweetheart, you’re gonna on be on-call for me for the next two months. You’re too good to give up after just one time, so we’re gonna make this a thing. Whenever I need you, I’ll give you a text, sound good?” he replies as if you asked about something common sense.

“What?! One time was more than enough!”

“Oh please, don’t lie, I know you want more of this dick,” he chuckles. He wasn’t wrong, his dick was pretty irreplaceable.

“Fine. Just as long as you don’t tell the dean about what I did.” you say, punching your number into his phone and handing it back to him.

“Scout’s honor, I won’t tell a soul. Just as long as you keep up this arrangement,” he replies, pocketing his phone. You put your clothes back on and Aizawa leads you to the door. After you leave, he heads back to his bedroom. Although he’d never admit it to you in the moment, he was pretty exhausted after all the fun and decided to head to bed. It didn’t take him long to drift to sleep, dreaming of all the things he could do to you in the future.

"Scout's honor, I won't tell a soul. Just as long as you keep up this arrangement." He pockets his phone and leads you to the door, where you promptly leave. Once gone, he heads back to his bedroom, fatigue taking over him after the fun you both just had. Soon enough, he drifts into a deep slumber, dreaming of all the things he could do to you in the future. But not before texting you to come to his office after office hours to see him again.

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Watching You Squirm Is The Best Part

Pair: Cypher/GN! Reader Source: Valorant

Genre: Smut Type: One-Shot - 5309 words Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: Mustering up courage you didn't think you could, you decide you want to be on top tonight… Just, with a bit of help from your boyfriend. Who would’ve guessed that he would get so riled up from such an act.

TW: Graphic descriptions of sex! Again, minors DNI! Reader gets penetrated but it’s unspecified where! Your parts are also ambiguous! Cypher gets kinda rough near the end and he also nuts in you

Kinks: Overstimulation, Praise/Affirmation Play, Dacryphilia

Terms Used for Reader: Hole, Sex

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You were quite… skittish, for lack of a better word, when it came to talking about sex. It was just so embarrassing and it always made your face warm up! It was incredibly irritating how weird it made you feel, something Cypher very much knew and really liked to tease you about. The moment the tone for your private conversations turned risqué, there was something in your voice that would just wobble adorably; a meek squeak following shortly after whenever Cypher capitalised off of your shyness-born torment.

Lately however, you’d been quite intrigued by the idea of ignoring your innate shyness for a chance at being on top for once. The thought would come and go, heat flushing your cheeks as you try to rid yourself of the amorous thought. But… The mere idea of keeping the ever witty information broker under you, completely at your mercy. It was more than alluring, borderline irresistible.

But, in practice, that’s not exactly how the night went, was it?

The day had been long, given your duties, when you both finally collapsed in your shared dorm. As Cypher sluggishly peeled off his heavy coat, sighing out in relief, he felt your wandering arms wrap around his waist- hands grabbing gently at him. There’s this soft press of your head against the crook of his neck as you idly stand there- swaying. He can’t help the smile that crosses his face at this rare, little, soft and domestic moment; his fingers start unknowingly rushing to hang up his increasingly burdensome coat before letting his gloved hands rest on the arms draped so slackly around his figure. It’s comforting as it is telling,

“What has you so clingy, my rose?” The Sentinel teases light-heartedly. It's soft and dulcet in tone to your ears as he peers, curiously yet lovingly behind bright, azure optics over his shoulder at your burrowed face, hidden poorly in the junction of his neck and ruffles of the shirt underneath,

“Miss you…” is all you mumble quietly, slightly antsy and nervous as you lose some of the confidence you had been trying to build all day. There’s this gut feeling telling you the agent already understands what you mean, perhaps there was a distinct neediness in your body language you couldn’t contain, but he keeps the atmosphere gentle and relaxed as he hums softly,

“I missed you too, my love,” his expression is nothing but loving as he pets the parts of you he can reach, “but I’m sure you would feel much more comfortable being this cuddly in bed,” Amir laughs that iconic, little laugh of his that just feels so uniquely him. Your nerves ease a tad at the sound, a few of your own chuckles slipping past your quirked lips as you follow his somewhat awkward shuffle to your bed- given your unwillingness to part from him. Maybe it was the fatigue from past missions, or perhaps it was the building anticipation of what you had been thinking of for so long.

As you lie down, your body sinking in the plushness and comforting textures of the sheets and pillows, Cypher shifts over slowly to sit with knees splayed on either side of your own. He leans down over you, as you watch with baited breath, before he reaches for your still hands to place them softly behind his clothed jaw- your fingers idly feeling up the sturdy yet pliable and soft cloth of his mask. You tug on the fabric, lifting it gradually as he rubs reassuring circles into your wrists- his gentle smile is revealed first along with some stubble. It isn't the first time you'd done this, but each time seems so meaningful and tender. Unhurriedly, more pieces of him are re-revealed to you- from his familiar, crooked deep-set scars and marks to his sharp, pointy nose and a pair of deep chestnut-brown eyes that seem to gleam everlastingly with such overflowing, unwavering affection- and a hint of something mischievous as they trace over your awe-stricken expression.

Your heart leaps and soars at the sight of your boyfriend unmasked, knowing full well how much trust and love he put in your hands for you to guard and keep. There’s always this certain almost star struck smile on your face whenever you see him, the true him. A part of Amir feels so underserving to have someone as wonderful as you look at him with such reverent adoration and unabashed admiration. He gives you a moment to stare before there’s a gentle pressure as he kisses you sweetly, softly. It’s almost desperate from how long you’d been apart for. There was only so much fleeting hugs in your workspaces and mask boops could do to fill the need to hold each other.

Your breath hitches as he tugs his gloves off with his teeth, a small, teasing smile pulling at Cypher’s lips as he watches your reaction closely. It’s not long before your shirt slides to the floor, knowledgeable hands trailing the bare expanse of skin that follows like some wanderlust-consumed traveller roaming feverishly down familiar paths and places. Rough fingertips trail your sides, rubbing circles along the way; the movements almost make you laugh from how admittedly ticklish you were. You merely sigh happily as his lips find yours before slowly trailing down your neck, your pulse quickening beneath gentle nips and kisses.

The way he holds you leaves you breathless, each touch and stroke hitching your breath. It’s firm yet reverential, handling you almost like a glass emblem of worship. He’s slow at times, wanting to soak in the moment and commit each and every minute detail of your torso to memory. Every mark and blemish, each perfect imperfection of your form. Any flaw you saw was perfection in Amir’s eyes. Nothing stays hidden from him, on and off the battlefield.

It’s when you’re both fully undressed when you fully realise what was going to happen, and you’re quick to gently push on his arm. Amir stops quickly, concern the first and foremost emotion wrinkling his expression before you soothe him with a reassuring smile- which tumbles into a sharp breath of gathering last minute courage,

“I want.. I uh… Can… Can I be on top? For tonight maybe?” Your words stumble and catch awkwardly to the point that they almost sound foreign to you, and you’re fumbling physically as you are vocally. Your fingers wring together as you avoid eye contact, yet your eyes seem to peek back to his every other beat. It feels so silly just asking like this, but it was best to ask now than hold your peace... But with that anxiety bubbling up, you wouldn’t be surprised if Cypher laughed you off, but he doesn’t. There’s a proud smile on his face and if anything, he seemed just a bit surprised- and not the bad kind,

“Of course, my love,” he hums assuredly, softly stroking down your side to further emphasise his approval,

“I, you- uh… Wait, really?” Amir only laughs light-heartedly again as you stutter and pause, a playful gleam in his eye as he hums his approval once more,

“Hmm, maybe next time you’ll have to work for it. But for now, you’re too cute to say no to.” He smiles teasingly, making you bat at his arm in embarrassment when realisation makes your movement stutter. Next time?

Gently, Amir rolls you both over and swaps your positions. He’s holding you steady as you rest on his upper hip area. Flustered heat gathers on your face as you feel his hardness resting prominently against the swell of your ass, a reminder of something more carnal amidst the sweetness of your boyfriend. You begin to fidget slightly in place, slightly nervous of the attentive yet affectionate eyes watching you, but you lean down regardless- eager to do anything to calm yourself. You settle with pressing soft kisses trailing from his mouth to his neck, copying his touch from whenever he holds you closely like this. These touches were electrifying to you, so it had to feel just as good to your boyfriend, right? You’re rewarded with soft gasps and groans as he tilts his head, showing more of his neck for you to touch with your oh so gentle caress.

You're too worried about accidentally hurting him to give him any more pressure, something that hits him like a double-edged sword. His heart sings with how much you care for his wellbeing, physical and emotional, yet the pressure is no where near enough for him. He almost whimpers in need as you suck gently for a hickey. You seem content just touching him like this, something you take as a rare opportunity.

You touch him like he’s made of glass and there’s something about that that makes him weak. You’re so sweet to him, so careful with him, regardless of the marks and scars that prove he’s handled the worst of the worst. You smooth over each cicatrices, numbing away any phantom pains you seemingly believe are still there. With each kiss and touch, it’s clear to see how much you do adore him and his heart burns evermore with just as much passion and love. Your fervent, genuine love only makes him crave your touch and warmth more.

As you massage and kiss and nip your way down the smooth skin of his stomach, following a trail of sparse hair, your fingertips pressing against muscle built over the years of training, it only stokes the fire of want and need that smoulder Cypher whole. And when you finally hold his cock, he swears with a moan of your name under his breath from how much he needed that. You gain a sense of pride in that, confidence growing with the sparks of that pride stroking your ego. Your actions are practised and measured, hands cupping his balls as he moans out against your touch. He stills his hips, fighting how much he wanted to just thrust up when your mouth cups his tip- swirling your tongue. You hollow your cheeks, eagerly taking him into your warm mouth as he groans out from his sensitive flesh being surrounded by something so wet and velvety.

You stroke what you can't hold as you remember to breathe through your nose, head bobbing up and down slowly. You glance up to see the way Amir's cheeks redden and his glossy lips part to pant and hiss, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. His unkempt appearance only stokes that pride in you further, feeling very pleased at making your boyfriend feel so good. You trace over the vein on the underside of his cock, massaging him with both your hands and mouth as the broker's chest heaves with the air you knock out of him with each pleasurable suck and lick.

As you fall into a quicker yet even pace, his slick dick pulses and twitches more in your mouth. A slightly salty and bitter taste slowly coats your tongue and you moan softly, the vibrations only adding to the sensations. Cypher watches with half-lidded eyes, groaning at the sight of the way you work him so diligently- so focused and happy. You look so perfect to him with your lips wrapped around him, and he tells you so between pants and moans- praising you between swear words, "S-Shit, so good, fuck- so perfect for me," His words go straight to your core, desire and need already making themselves apparent in your underwear. He's getting closer, you can feel it in the way his hips twitch and slightly buck and grind up to your face which only makes your lips twitch into a small smirk.

It’s over all too soon as you release him, kissing his tip which only makes him twitch and inhale quickly- holding it, and he only sighs out as he looks down at you, tension leaving and mildly disappointed yet excited for what's to come. The way he bites his lip, eyebrows still furrowed as he contemplates begging you for the release he could feel building, only makes you feel all the more powerful.

“We haven’t even gotten to the fun part,” is all you croon with a wink, which holds every bit of ego you'd built from giving Amir another one of the best head games he'd ever received, as his chest rises and lowers quickly in time with his panting to catch his breath. He rolls his eyes but there’s a soft, breathy laugh that follows which makes you smile. There’s the sound of a liquid pouring as you work some lube onto his sensitive flesh. Cypher can’t help but note with amusement, through stuttered gasps and moans, how focused you seemed for such a task, with the way your teeth worry your bottom lip and all. Your hands are still glistening with excess lube when you reach down to prep yourself properly and your boyfriend can’t stop himself from watching with bated breath.

You flush a little at the attention once more, your fingers prodding at your entrance before delving in, a whimper tumbling from your lips as you work yourself. You have to resist the urge to touch yourself properly, not wanting to cum just yet. Your skin feels so hot with the blush and aphrodisia that settles perfectly beneath, the lack of cold air keeping your head light and hazy with lust and longing. Every noise makes him want to touch you, work you to completion like you so deserve but he reserves himself to rubbing the sides of your thighs as he groans at the sight. Your actions are slightly slow and awkward from your shyness, but it only seems to spur Amir on further as he grinds his cock against your ass. You’re just too damn cute. You’re panting as you finally withdraw, ready and prepared. His hands stay on you, a grounding comfort that steadies your racing heart.

He whispers soft encouragement as he lets you take a moment to prepare yourself. Slowly, you lift yourself to align your hole with his weeping head. There’s a pause at the contact, a soft sigh falling from your lips as you nudge yourself against him- rubbing the two of you together slowly in a gentle rocking motion. His warmth feels incredible alone just from this. He hisses a little, it feels so good being seemingly so close yet so far. The Sentinel yearns for more, hunger and excitement only growing as he feels your slick hole grind against him,

“I didn’t expect you to be such a tease already, my rose…” Cypher manages a strained chuckle between sharp intakes of air. He wants you so desperately, but he keeps himself together. This was your first time taking on this position after all.

The reality of the situation dawns on you and you breathe in softly to calm yourself. It feels all too embarrassing and lewd. With another whisper of encouragement from Amir, you sink down. He parts your walls so easily, your hole eagerly taking in the first two inches you allow yourself to go down to. You cry out at the feeling of being filled, delicious friction grabbing at you and messing with your nerve endings. It’s experimental the way you move your hips, cautiously bobbing up and down- though it's rewarding all the same. Cypher bites his lip at his festering desires but stills himself to let you move at your own pace, unwilling to startle you.

His grip is firm and secure on the soft skin of your thighs, feeling up the underlying muscle built up beneath, unyielding as your boyfriend keeps you steady in spite of the shaking in your poor legs as you try to rise on your own. All the strength in your legs feel like it’s been reduced to putty amidst the intense intimacy of the new position. His eyes on you and the clear view of your physical connection, of his thick cock stuffed in your tight hole, addles your shy brain, intensifying your sensations.

The slow drag of his fat cock against your walls is almost too much as you try to compute the overwhelming sensations assaulting your mind. It’s adorable, especially to Cypher as he watches you struggle to take more than half of him despite knowing full well you can from prior experience. It’s more embarrassing than anything, the flush of inner shame you feel prickles your skin as you gasp and keen softly with your movements. The weight of his eyes on you is almost too much for you to handle, a feeling akin to stage fright but ever more intimate. But, the shame only fans the flames of carnality and thirst ever higher.

It shouldn’t feel as different as it does, but something about the roles being visually reversed was so new. You were practically in control, and the feeling of sinking down yourself as opposed to being at the mercy of Cypher’s ministrations just felt so good.

He’s cooing soft praises to you, affirming you with every new rise and fall you make as he guides you through the motions. Your shallow bobs slowly grow in confidence as you try and take more and more, if only to hear Amir’s sweet praises and barely held back groans. The thicker base causes your touchy hole to open up for him just a little more, making your physical connection ever tighter. Soon, your movements become more steady, slower yet deeper, no matter how trembly your legs remain. Leaning up, he rewards you with a loving kiss that takes your already shallow breath away, parting briefly as you gasp and moan against his lips before your mouths find each other once more, desperate. His kiss was intoxicating as it was addictive, a feeling and touch you craved so often to the point of hungry withdrawal.

You can feel the wide tip of his cock nudge the innermost depths of your insides as you moan out, arching backwards, and bite your lip in an effort to take the fuzzy stimulation given so graciously to you, with his entirety finally fully hilted with your ass sat directly on Cypher’s lap. With one eye closed, you look down and breathe out against the dizzying pleasure that threatens to take hold in waves. It’s quite the snug fit, one your boyfriend hisses out at as he feels your warm walls holding him tight. As much as he desperately wants you to move, he’s patient and careful as he lets you adjust to having him so deep inside. It feels like he’s reaching ever deeper in this position, it almost drives you both crazy.

Sucking in a breath, you rise until just the tip is left before you sink back down- whining out as you’re filled up once again so nicely. Your heart only beats harder as you hear your boyfriend’s sweet moans at your actions. You crave more, growing greedy for more, as you bounce a little more consistently, a little quicker, building your rhythm as his cock pounds deep inside of you- leaving you groaning and whining at the sensations. It was addictive the way he made you feel. Your breaths come to you in quick, rapid beats from exertion and sweet pleasure that coils deep in your stomach. Amir seems just as winded as you, pretty lips parted as he keeps his gaze on you and the way your face twists from the almost overwhelming sensations. He can’t help the groan that leaves him from watching you so rapt in pleasure, before his gaze wanders lower to where you’re connected. Every little thing you do turns him on more than he can describe.

Your reddened, little hole wrapped so perfectly around his dick is such a pretty sight to him. You are his, through and through. His to love and cherish and claim. You’re so perfect, so good for him. The sight of your hole readily accepting every inch of his cock over and over again was enough for his grip to tighten, no doubt angry red marks would appear on your once unbothered flesh. And if he had it his way? He would’ve made sure to bite and mark your inner thighs too, make you his work of art. You certainly wouldn’t have been opposed to it had you not been so keen on chasing that high that teased and dragged you along a thin line. It was maddening how much it felt like so much yet so little. Each strike of his blunt tip against your insides only granted more delicious friction against your tender nerves, pulling more and more wonderful sounds from you.

Nothing but the soft slaps of skin hitting skin, sweat and a bit of lube slicking both of your thighs, mixing with the lewd sounds of the two of you moaning and quick breaths permeated the room. It only muddled your brain further, Cypher’s moans and the slick slapping of skin only furthering your arousal. You jump a little as a hand touches your oh so sensitive sex, stroking and rubbing which makes you cry out so nicely. It’s like music to Amir’s ears as he works you in time with his upward thrusts meeting your desperate pumping hips. Your movement only grows a little quicker, desperate as you wobble on the edge of sweet relief. Your eyes are practically watering before you close them, breathing hard as you try and chase the feeling. The more you chase, the harder it feels to use your legs to continue the passionate

“You’re doing so well- ah, cum for me. You can do it, my love,” he whispers between groans, voice strained as his free hand rubs encouraging circles into your side. It’s only when you hear and focus on the Sentinel’s voice amidst the fog of your lustful craving that you topple over, crashing hard into your orgasm as your hole squeezes rhythmically around him. Your sex twitches in the broker’s hands as he keeps you toppled over the brink of sanity with how much he keeps touching you. You whine loudly, a euphoric, overwhelming high flooding you as a light buzzing takes over- a few tears falling down your cheeks from the high. He thinks you look so wonderful like this, pleasure-driven tears streaking the cheeks of your blissed out face. Your limbs twitch a little at the constant prodding as the heady fog of lust takes over and blanks your brain for a few moments. Your body relaxes in relief when he finally lets you calm down from your high, removing his sullied hand, the pleasure borderline painful as you almost slump down if not for the little strength still somehow left in your jelly-like arms.

The only sound in the room is your gasping breaths, more predominantly yours as you try and retake the air that got knocked out of you with your orgasm. Cypher is nonchalant as he swipes his tongue over the substance you’d produced, with you shivering a slight at the contact, lewdly licking his fingers as you suddenly pause in breath- face burning with equal parts arousal and embarrassment. When it hits you that he had never finished, you only feel your embarrassment grow. He’s rubbing your back with the hand resting on your side, cuddling you into him as he kisses your temple.

“Mmm, are you tired, my rose? Perhaps I should take over now,” he hums, easily shifting the two of you up. You can still feel him inside you, twitching, and can only whine as desire only returns tenfold. You shake your head as he looks toward the bathroom ready to call it there and let you rest, your pulse thumping from the considerate action. It only makes you want to please him more. He shoots you a concerned look, murmuring,

“You don’t need to push yourself, my love,” he soothes but you only wiggle on his lap, purposefully riling him up as he groans at the feeling. You can't stop yourself from craving more, from wanting more. You need to see Amir lose himself as he cums deep inside of you. He grips your hips in warning as you squeeze him intentionally, growling in your ear of how he will absolutely ruin you if you keep going. You only smile a dopey, still mildly fucked out smile as you wriggle insistently once more and hum a “do your worst.”

Cypher doesn’t need to be told twice as he holds your waist, turning the two of you around, as he drags you down to lay down against the sheets once more. His hips thrust almost punishingly deep into you, your lower half hiked up to provide an angle as you cry out- your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders.

“Be good for me?” He purred into your ear, the question being more of a statement than anything when all you could do was lay there and whine and sob into his shoulder as he fucked you so sweetly. With another change in the power dynamic and positioning, you can feel the press of the hot head of his dick practically kiss your sanity as you cry out for him. The tip scratches at your deepest parts, bumping a part of you, you couldn't hit before, that made you wail as he parts your warm, inviting walls once more- vigorous in his desire for you. His mouth is on yours once more, skilful and knowledgeable tongue curling and dancing with your own. Any attempt at overpowering him is denied as you moan sweetly into the kiss.

“Please, please, please,” you’re whining the word and you can’t even tell what you’re begging for as it feels like all too much and way too little all at once. His thrusts are deep and demanding, wringing every last inch of your body to make you feel so wonderfully blissed out. Too blissed out. There’s a few more tears as you fight against the feeling yet also bend to the overstimulation clogging your rationality. The way his thick cock parts your tight walls, grinding past so easily like you were moulded for him makes your heart sing and your brain short-circuit. It’s so mind-spinningly addictive, and you can only keen as he reaches down to toy with your sex once more,

“Ready to cum for me again, my rose? Go on then. Be good and cum for me,” he chuckles, a somewhat laboured sound, as he holds back just enough to feel you squeeze him tight at his words. It doesn't take much for your overstimulated self to be pushed over the edge once more. You're already so painfully close. One hand’s rubbing your thighs in a soothing manner, coaxing you to let go as you whimper against the overwhelming feelings, “Go on, show me how much you love me,” he practically growls, toying a little rougher with you, and with that your walls flutter around him at the wet sounds and rough ministrations, clenching and holding him in as you feel yourself tip over the cusp of ecstasy.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” your words are slurring a little as you quiver and squirm, unable to fight the frantic jerking and seizing of your body as you cave and cum again- sobbing from how painfully good you felt. Your needy gasping fills the air as you jerk and twitch against the waves of pleasure that rattles you, your whole world spinning and pulsing. Cypher's so sensitive from being denied twice, the tight, rhythmic squeezing of your insides around him enough for him to topple over his peak easily as well. There’s a warmth flooding your spasming insides as Amir cums with a hiss of your name tumbling from his lips, and you’re whining as he fills you so deliriously full- and you can only whine out a meagre, slurred “feel-sh s’ goo-od”. He leans down, face buried in your neck as he bites and sucks at the hot flesh while his hips grind and pump against yours in time with the pulses of his orgasm, pushing his cum as deep as he can into you- marking you from the inside.

You’re so acutely aware of the hot spurts of cum coating your walls as the sensation seemingly pools in the pit of your abdomen, making you mewl and sigh in satisfaction. There’s a wide, very fucked out smile on your face as you revel in the way your sex throbs in his hands and the distinct ache already forming in your lower body.

You practically melt into the plush bed covers trapped beneath you, weak and thoroughly spent as Cypher rolls over sluggishly to avoid squishing you before letting you rest your tired figure comfortably against him. Or at least, as comfortable as being sweaty and exhausted could be. Both of your heads only swim in bliss as you mumble something incoherent, slurring your words like you were drunk. There’s a moment of peace as you both pant for air, basking in the dizzy afterglow as the trembles and quivering you felt fade and settle down. The soft current of air filtering through the window cools you both off a little, a pleasant feeling amidst the humidity that lingers and layers against your skin. Squishing your cheek against his bare shoulder/chest, he only chuckles as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. The broker’s hands rest on the side of your head, petting at your hair in a rhythmic motion he often does when he holds you- a habit that grounds the both of you to the present. You smile at the affection, a bright, little thing that has Amir’s head reeling and his heart stammering.

You are the light of each other’s lives, a source of constant comfort and safety in a life of unknowns and danger. This sentiment is confided in the way you whisper and exchange “I love you”s that can hardly convey how much you truly meant it.

“Are you alright, my rose? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He’s concerned, a deep furrow in his brow as he looks down at you,

“No, no. It was good. More than good actually,” you chuckle a little, something he joins in before you continue, “though.. I might be sore tomorrow,” you muse as you simply bask in the moment, pushing tomorrow’s concerns out of your brain for now. There’s a slight smirk on his face at your words but he says nothing, his hand reaching down from your hair to your hips to gently and apologetically soothe over the marks and bruises he made from gripping you,

“I’ll run a bath for us,” he hums, already ready to get up. Aftercare was always a top priority in his mind, especially after nights like this. You huff a little at the movement and shifting of his body as he prepares to get up,

“I don’t wanna move,” you pout but you’re silenced by a kiss,

“Trust me, my love. You’ll be happier waking up in the morning without feeling so… sticky,” the pause he takes to contemplate his words makes you smile and laugh a little, though you are a bit annoyed that he’s probably right.

You reluctantly let go, Amir pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead as compensation before he diligently goes to run the bath. Only a few minutes pass before you’re already enveloped in warm water and soap suds, a calming scent of lavender and something else herbal and somewhat fruity wafting through the air. It’s soothing to the aches already beginning to develop into a mild thump under your skin.

As you both settle into a soapy yet cosy hold, there’s no other place you both would rather be.

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