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nerdieforpedro · 7 months

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Let me at them Nylons darlin' (part two)

Joel Miller (no outbreak) x plus size female OFC

This fanfiction is 18+

Masterlist / Joel Miller Masterlist / Drops of Sugar Series

Summary: Joel arrives home to see what his surprise is. Smut ensues. Feelings are difficult sometimes. Words can evade you until you can't stop talking. Fluff in the end.

Note: I personally loved writing the two part version of Joel. Even though he's fictional, he seen so much darkness, I wanted him to have something sweet. I also think if you get to know him, he's hilarious and will have you laughing your ass off. I made my OFC plus size and have a bit more confidence than I have but kept her vulnerable I hope. I did give her coily hair similar to mine. These two freaky ass kids.

Link to part one - I’m your fool Sugar

Warnings: smut, smut with nylons, P in V unprotected (wrap it up), oral sex (female receiving), fluff, switch Joel (Dom/sub), music lyrics, Joel's southern accent (I played it up a lot - not sorry at all), mentions of alcohol, pet names, some cursing, self-doubt, fighting children, mentions of age (OFC is mid-thirties, Joel is late forties), discussion of having children

A week before Joel asked Layla moved in, she caught him sniffing her nylons.

She didn’t feel like getting a new pair and it was colder than she thought outside so she has put her stuff out in the car and went back upstairs to put a pair on. She heard Joel groaning and saying her name softly, opening the bedroom door slowly, her honey was seated at the edge of the bed, naked as the day he was born, stroking himself. His cock was inside one of the legs of her stockings and the other leg he was sniffing and had in his mouth, the sight made her swallow hard as she quickly slipped in the room and closed the door. Sarah was still asleep down the hall, so they needed to be quiet.

Layla ran her hands over Joel’s back as she kissed his neck, he was startled and slowed his pace but didn’t stop. He loved those lips, those hands, so soft, but she has caught him in the act. Most women didn’t really wear stockings too much anymore. He had first seen her in them last week when it started to get cold and he was able to resist, but this time he couldn’t, she had worn them twice so her smell was in them. God he loved it.

“Joel, let me watch you cum from here. If you’re quiet, I might wear those to work provided you haven’t made any runs or rips in them.” Layla moaned deeply in his ear, licking his ear lobe. Joel looked down for a brief moment assessing these nylons he didn’t see any runs or rips, but the one leg had long drips of pre-cum on it so it might be covering it. His hand started to move faster again, but he couldn’t rub as hard as he wanted to for fear or ripping it. His darling used her fingers to circle his nipples and spread her legs so she had one knee at each side of his hips and her arms were over his shoulders, his head was between her breasts. She was all around him, her scent, her nylons, her soft body in back of him.

“Good Lord I’mma die a happy man sugar. Fuck, touch me more, I’m gonna see you walking out of here wearing my cum. Doing your presentations and shit in that telephone voice….ughh you use…” Always one to slip in a joke, Layla laughed, he could tell her different voices already, her professional voice from her relaxed one she used with him and Sarah. Her nails dug into his chest as she watched him stroke himself for her fast.

“No runs baby, you can do it. Cum in them and I’ll wear them to work and send you a picture of what they look like at lunch.” She promised, his eyes that had shut trying to focus, shot open, his body jerking as his cum sprayed down the leg of her nylons, Joel tried to move the other leg of the nylons down to get an even amount of cum on each leg, but it snagged on his beard of all things.

“Dammit to hell! Sugar please, it’s a small rip. You can still wear them, right? Right Layla?” Joel panted, he turned and looked back at her pleading. She took them from him and have to a look over unfortunately, the rip was on the calf, her skirt hit at her knees, so it was going to be seen. He kissed her softly, trailing kisses down to her neck, but stopped at breasts, he remembered she was going to work, so he couldn’t mess up her clothes.

“I’m sorry Joel. It’s too noticeable.” She frowned and kissed his forehead. She handed him the nylons back. She would head on to work as Joel sulked, no pictures, no seeing her in cum soaked nylons…well damn.

At the door, Layla turned back and smiled, “You can always try again though. There will be other cold days Joel. I may still send you a fun picture anyway. You’ll have to help me pick out some new nylons.” With that she left and Joel was stumped. This woman….did not think he was insane or creepy while he was using her worn stockings to pleasure himself. She instead went with it and told him that she would wear them to work as long as he didn’t ruin them. Hell, she even told him she’d wear them to work stained with his seed.

“I have to convince her to leave that apartment. There is no other way. Sugar is it.” He said before tossing the nylons in the trash and hopping in the shower, he then brainstormed ways of asking her to move in and how not to rip them, he was determined the next time she would be wearing them to work with his seed in them and she did. He also got the pictures of her fingering herself lightly in her office while on the phone with Joel. He figured out how to save them in a folder on his phone. He was very proud of himself.

Joel arrived in the driveway, making sure to turn off the headlights and lock the car up before heading inside the house. He quickly removed his boots and stripped down to his boxers, he would worry about his clothes in the morning or sometime tomorrow. As he made his way up the stairs, he heard music, though he couldn’t quite place the singer, except for Layla, she was singing along.

Oh, now you can have me When you want me You simply ask me to be there…

She held the last note as she danced in the room, her arms were over her head and holding another pair of nylons. Joel came to the door that was part way open and he watched as she swayed her hips from side to side, the light was on so he could clearly see in the room. He saw his sweetheart wearing a red and black corset that her breasts were spilling out of. Her dark areolas were peeking out as they jiggled with her movement. She was also wearing black panties which from the front…Good God almighty…he didn’t see a crotch on them things. Joel Miller let out an audible groan from the whole picture of Layla, drinking it in like he had happened upon some 1972 Wild Turkey whiskey and was sipping’ it real slow to savor it.

And you're the only one Who makes me come running 'Cause what you got Is far beyond compare, ooh

While turning around, she spotted Joel and put the pair of nylons she was holding around her neck and bid him to come closer drawing her arms toward herself. She only felt this free with Joel. They could be themselves, no matter how weird, curious or what items their love life involved. She never really put too much stock into the sex part of the relationship until Joel. It was always just sex. Never any fun, never any build up, nothing unexpected and even expected things were below average. Her honey always made her laugh, made her feel more comfortable with herself to try different positions and different items. Layla didn’t really care about stocking one, way or another and preferred leggings or tights, but Joel loved the damn things. He would unravel for her and it was one of the few times she would see him do so.

And it's just like honey (yeah) When your love (when your love) comes over me (comes over me) Oh, baby, I've got a dependency Always strung out For another taste of your honey

With her hands on his shoulders, and Joel moving his from his hardness to her hips, they continued to sway as the song finished.

“You got a dependency do ya’ sugar?” He grinned, giving her a peck on the lips. Layla chuckled, her hands ran up his neck into his lovely brown curls. She leaned forward and bit his bottom lip.

“That I do Miller, you gonna give me my fix or are we stay just like this?” Licking his lip, her nails massaged his scalp, Joel let out a small moan.

“Nah sweetheart, I gotta take you in slow. You did go to the trouble of getting all this ready for me after all.” Joel bent down and gripped the back of her thighs, lifting her up to which Lalya reflexively grabbed his shoulders and yelped. “You’re gonna cry for me darlin’ and soak those nylons before I rip them off.” He grinned while he tossed her on the bed and climbed on top of her working to get the clasps on the front of her corset undone. Joel was always good at multitasking, so his teeth nibbled at one of her fleshy mounds that was spilling out of the top of her corset, he bit down as Lalya moaned, her knees opened and she pulled him closer to her, though Joel resisted. “Slow, baby, slow. Unwrapping you sugar…” His voice trailed off as he got the corset open and took one of her dark nipples into his mouth, and sucked hard, it being more erect against his tongue. His hips grinded into hers slowly before he leaned back up on his knees to quickly remove his boxers, exposing his girthy, swollen cock, dripping onto her thigh. Layla reached up for her honey, her fingers taking hold of his biceps.

“Dammit Joel, for fuck’s sake…” She moaned, pushing her hips forward to slide her wetness against his hardness, he didn’t move so it just grazed, he was doing well, resisting the urge to plow into her right way, instead he had an idea. He took her wrists and tied them behind her head with the pair of nylons she had been dancing with. She whimpered, trying to rip them, but he had done a double knot. Exasperated, she huffed, “Why in God’s name do you know how to tie knots like that? Were you in the boy scouts? Went to nature camp?” The man laughed and ran his nose down her soft wobbly belly, leaving a trail of red marks from bites, he made it down to where her nylons began and traced his calloused from her stomach to her ample hips, then settling his hands on her thighs, pushing them even far apart. Her crotchless panties and nylons were soaked in her juices, dripping from her slick lower lips.

“Lest you forget doll, I’m a Texas man born and bred. Learned all that with my father when my brother and I were little.” He took a finger and ran it across her entrance, only inserting up to his first knuckle. Layla cried out Joel’s name struggling to get her hips to move, he was leaning on one of her legs to prevent her from moving too much. Joel was dead serious when he said he wanted to savor this experience. He may as well because although his sugar was screaming his name, she was also pissed that he was edging her so much. “You this dripping wet for me darlin’, I know you think I’m being an asshole but I want to remember this for years to come Layla.” The man stated softly before removing the finger and licking it clean. She watched him, taking in his words, ‘years to come?’ It’s not like she thought they were going to breakup or separate but that sounded like…

“Joel… you just,” She began to ask but Joel unceremoniously inserted two fingers into her womanhood and held them while running his fingers over her soft flesh that was under the nylon stocking on her thigh, he poked a hole in it a ripped it, tearing it and rolling his tongue into the hole he had just made. His fingers remained still inside her as he sucked on her thigh, biting it, the bridge of his nose deep into her plush thigh meat. Sugar’s hips began to roll on her own and Joel didn’t try to stop her this time, he had pushed her pretty far. He also didn’t want to answer the question she was going to ask because he wasn’t sure he could say it. When Joel finally did start to pump his fingers, he managed to slip in a third before her cunt became too tight as it expelled her juices. With that much stimulation, Layla continuously cursed Joel and cried out for him to let her cum. He felt her getting close so her removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue sampling her nectar, The woman’s legs wrapped around his head as she humped his face, her back arched and she climaxed, shivering before heaving her chest as she was spent from the orgasm.

Joel moved up the bed slowly and laid next to Layla, her eyes closed, still breathing heavily. He untied her hands from her and set the other pair of nylons aside. “Layla sugar, I don’t mean to be assuming things but…” Her eyes shot open and turned to look at Joel. He had been torturing her mere moments ago and now was as cuddly as a teddy bear. A large, gruff, sweet, devilish bear. She let out a sigh and sat up, then straddled him and pinned his arms above his head.

“Joel Miller, you are a stubbornly gorgeous man who I can’t seem to get through how much you truly deserve to be loved. You’re my damn fool indeed.” Layla’s eyes teared up as she leaned forward and kissed his nose, touching it with her tongue and went for his lips, giving them a flutter of small kisses before drawing back and smiling. He frowned, but she smiled. “I know you came already but for for this next one, you’re going to let me ride your thick dick so you can fill me with your cream, and I don’t care how much you whine about your back honey.” Joel just nodded as she let his wrists go and she leaned her hips forward and ran his hands up her thighs, just touching her, he would let her lead. He growled once he felt her hand touch his shaft, her fingers tracing his veins before circling the tip of his hard, spreading his pre-cum before she directed it to her moist center. She hovered a bit, looking down at Joel as his grip tightened on her thighs, he wasn’t pushing his hips up, nor was he forcing hers down. He was waiting for her, as he always did.

“It drives me insane how patient you can be times Joel, with everything,” Sugar slid down slowly until she was fill to the brim with him, Joel, her Joel. Her walls were quivering already, “I also love…fuck… that about you too, though…aahhh” her head tipped back as she began to ride his hips, grinding, her body glistening with sweat that gave her a soft glow under the bedroom light. Miller’s hand ran up her hip, over her belly which bumped against his as the moved slowly together in time, her cupped her breast. It overflowed out of his hand, her nipple rolled against his calloused palm, her softness of her body and vulnerability with him despite how he never said things he felt properly at all. Fuck his back, he sat up and planted one arm on her back and the other he used to pull her hip toward him, it was at an angle, but the higher pitch in her moans meant it was the right direction.

“Darlin, you takin’ my cock so deep and indulged me tonight,” He groaned into her neck, sucking on it in-between his own moans. Sugar’s fingernails made red lines his back, bucking her hips as she continued to call his name. “Layla, I’m filling you up this entire weekend, I’mma drink some whiskey and take some motrin for my back. Fuck you’re tryin’ to milk me woman!” She was vibrating around his shaft, so close, he knew to let her hip go and trace her clit, she held him so close, they were chest to chest and he pinched it, his sweetheart let out a bellowing scream with her nectar spilling onto his cock, thighs and their sheets. Joel was then able to get about four more pumps in as he released long strings of his seed into her, their heat marinating one another, he fell back and she fell on top of him, his flaccid member slipping out of her along with his milk. They panted together, basking in their afterglow. After a few minutes Layla kissed his chest and ran her fingers over the salt and pepper hairs on his chest.

“I did milk you honey.” She grinned, he returned the smile with rubbing her back, her looked at her hair and chuckled, she’d be mad at him when she looked in the mirror in a few but it was well worth the added volume to her already fluffy hair.

“Damn right you did sugar. You spoil the hell out of me and I…well just I’m happy. Layla, I want to be this happy. I don’t wanna lose it is all.” He became shy again, though it came out clearer than it had been in his head, for this he was thankful. Timing never seemed to be his forte though, he maybe could have said it over some breakfast. A delicate hand ran across his nose and beard with its thumb stroking his bottom lip. They hadn’t really been this up front with how they were feeling the entire time they were dating. The pair of them were acts of service and gifts sort of people.

“Joel, when you asked me to move in with you, I didn’t hesitate. I felt safe, just like I do now. We both could do better at actually saying things, but I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to have to fight me to get me out of here.” She laughed and kissed his chest. “There is no other man I would ever let fuck me in nylons,” She pointed to his chest, “You are quite the special man, papa bear.” Layla buried her face in his chest as Joel let out a deep howl. Sugar reached down and pinched his belly and he winched.

“Stop laughing! You told me you didn’t like teddy bear so I figured that would work. I’d not really a fan of that daddy stuff in bed. I got issues but that’s not one of them.” She huffed.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t say it with a lick of confidence, that’s what was funny.” He explained, wrapping both his arms around her. “Never a dull moment sugar. You seduce me, use nylons against me, whisper sweet things to me and then have the nerve to pinch my belly and call me papa bear. You’re a livewire as a live and breathe.”

The pair continued to chuckle together for a few minutes before starting the trek to the bathroom, care not to trip over stockings and lingerie. They both got in the shower and washed, Layla ran some hot water over Joel’s back to help it not be too sore. While he picked up the clothes of the floor and tossed them in the hamper, much to her chagrin, she went downstairs to get two glasses and whiskey and some Motrin. Joel sat on the bed as he took the meds and sipped on his drink as did Layla, she would drink it on occasion with Joel but still preferred the mixed drinks. Joel chuckled at the sour face she made every time she sipped it, he always told her she didn’t have to, but she told him she was trying to learn why he liked the stuff so much.

“I could be a papa bear if you wanna be a mama bear.” Joel muttered, eyes a little hazy from the drink.

“I’m already a mama bear for Sarah. I will fight a kid for that little girl.” She knocked back another sip of the whiskey.

“Well, yeah, I know that but, what if there was a little you around?” His hand clasped her knee, he finished his glass and set it down on the nightstand.

“There could also be a little knot-tying, guitar playing little boy, who will pick some flowers for his mom and sister and also help his mom fight a kid.” Her hand rested on top of his, interlocking their fingers. His eyebrows raised. “I haven’t not thought about it. Seeing you with Sarah, considering her my own and maybe one day we have a child. I thought I was having baby fever or something, but it wasn’t that. I sometimes think about making a tiny human with you Joel, but I’m in my mid-thirties and never been pregnant before so…ugh…way too much…” His sweetheart sighed looking down. Women in her family typically didn’t have issues with fertility, but they also started a lot sooner and it was another thing they hadn’t spoken about. Layla’s timing rivaled Joel’s honestly.

An arm snaked around her shoulder and he kissed her forehead. “You’d make a wonderful mother, just like you are with Sarah now. We can try and maybe we make a baby, maybe we don’t. If you think of yourself as over the hill, then I’m damn near at the bottom in a valley ‘cause I’m near fifty.” The pair laughed and Layla gazed up at him with misty eyes. “Just say the word and you can stop taking your pill and we can start tonight or tomorrow, whatever time you want.” His lips connected with her shoulder as he gave her puppy eyes, pleading.

“You’re a damn sexy ass fool Joel Miller. Managing to make me think things are possible and shit, what’s wrong with you?” Tears ran down her face as took his in her hands. Every time she thought it might not work, something might be wrong, damn if he didn’t anchor her in the mist of her anxieties.

Joel nuzzled his face between her breasts wondering what she would look like pregnant and even more plump that she already was growing a baby. Would they have his soft curls or her coily thick hair? His dark brown eyes or her honey-colored ones? Would they be as intelligent as she was and have her sense of humor? Would they like hunting, cars and creating things with their hands like he did? What would be the child’s taste in music? Would they like sports, arts, science, all of them or none? The possibilities were endless.

“I’m your damn fool Layla darlin’. I ain’t going nowhere either.”

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aestheticfangirl · 3 years

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HONEY BOY ✨

Part 1

Pairing :Yoon Jeonghan × female reader

Genre : fluff , college au , brother's best friend

Word count : 796

Warnings: nothing it's just a soft au :)

I came back finally. I never thought that mom and dad would send me here. But thanks to my annoying brother they did. He isn’t that bad he is just a basic annoying big brother who didn’t even come to receive me rather sent me the address and said to come by taxi. I need to teach him some manners.

I thankfully got a taxi immediately and then rushed to the address. He got me a studio apartment because I can’t stay with him. He said he lives with two other guys and I would definitely be uncomfortable.

It took me a good 45 minutes to reach my new house. When I entered to my surprise it was cleaned and well maintained. I never thought my brother would do that. I took a shower immediately and without unpacking I flopped in the soft bed. I was just about to get a good nap when my phone started ringing. And I am this close to killing the person who stopped me from my heavenly nap.

When I looked at the phone I saw my brother’s name flashing. What timing!

“ You know I am very close to killing you”, I threatened.

He laughed and said , “ Ahhh hello baby sister , you came finally”.

“Stop babying me Jisoo”, I replied clearly being annoyed. The one thing I hate the most is someone babying me.

“But you are a baby y/n why shouldn’t I baby you”, he teased.

“I swear to god I am gonna kill you when I will meet you”, I replied with utmost anger. He was teasing me continuously.

“ Stop messing with her shua”, someone said in the background. Whoever he was I fell for his voice. You know the type they said from which honey dripped. It was that.

“See even your friend is supporting me, be nice like him”, I said.

“ Huh, this friend is just saying nice things but you won’t believe how evil he is”, jisoo replied sarcastically.

“Whatever, but I know no one can be as evil as you”, I said and I was dying of curiosity about that person. I couldn’t resist so I asked, “Btw what’s your angel friend’s name”.

“ What angel friend? And him?”, he started laughing like a manica and then replied, “His name is Yoon Jeonghan and he is not an angel trust me y/n you will regret saying that”.

“ See his name is also so sweet not like you and I won't regret anything”, I said confidently.

And then suddenly no one spokeand I was idiotically saying hello hello. Then he picked up, his voice as sweet as honey. I might call him my honey angel, oh my god ! I am creepy and pathetic. I cringed at my own thoughts. What's wrong with me? It's just a voice.

“Hey y/n , I am Jeonghan , Shua’s friend”, he said.

I couldn’t speak for a moment I was too mesmerized by his voice. I broke away from my thoughts when he repeatedly called my name.

“ Ughh sorry my network was bad”, I blamed my network and then continued, “ Hie Jeonghan, I am y/n and nice to meet you”, I said and blushed. And thank God he couldn't see that.

He laughed and replied, “ We haven’t met yet”.

“Ahh true”, I answered being embarassed a bit.

“It’s okay though , btw what are you doing in the evening?”, he asked.

“ umm nothing”, I confusedly replied.

“Great then, come and have dinner with us, we would love to have you here,” he said cheerfully.

Wait what? I got invited to meet him already. This is a huge deal. I took a brief pause to get my breath back and replied, “ Okay text me the address jeonghan and I will be there by 8”. I tried being cool. I can't show him how my stomach suddenly is filled with tons to butterflies.

“ Yayyyyyyy okay I will be waiting”, he said and hung up.

I can’t sleep anymore. I need to get ready and be there. I was never this excited to meet my brother like I am right now. I started jumping and throwing away outfits. I need the perfect outfit now. As I searched I found a pretty floral dress although it wasn’t my style but I guess it will do the work.

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bloomyagi · 3 years

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beautiful, beloved, mine (m)

summary: you set him ablaze. he can only hope you like watching him burn for you. alternatively: this love for you is consuming him, and it all comes out in a badly vomited confession after he corners you at a gala.

pairings: shouto todoroki x f!reader

genre: pro heroes au, characters are aged up 20+

warnings: smut, dry humping, shouto comes in his pants, sub!shouto, he’s a good boi for you, he loves you very much n wants to be your baby

length: 2,447

notes: can u tell how much i love him pls -

“Can I be yours?”

Shouto Todoroki, ranked third pro-hero in Japan, has his strong arms braced around your head. In all your years of friendship, he has never been anything but exceedingly polite. He is well-behaved, thoughtful and sharp. He is guarded, though not intentionally, not anymore—it is reflex, a shield he has never really learned to lower. A reminder of his childhood.

You think he’s drunk. He must be, beautiful dual-coloured locks dishevelled, black button-up half-open and exposing his gorgeous collarbone. You watch, unwittingly, as a bead of sweat trickle down his neck. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, biceps flexing.

The dimmed lighting unfairly accosts you with his devastatingly handsome features and muscular body. And his eyes. His heterochromatic eyes are alight with something fierce and intense. They are also clear, glowing, almost, in the dark.

The two of you are somehow on the balcony, shut away from the rest of the world, the bass and the sounds of life fading in your little bubble until all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears, the warmth of his breath, the heat of skin and the fluttering of your heart in your throat. The cement wall digs into your back.

No, you correct yourself. He isn’t drunk. He’s barely tipsy. He doesn’t like to drink, rarely acquiesces to Kirishima’s insistence of shots.

He doesn’t smell like alcohol. His scent has always been calming, detectable under the thin layer expensive cologne he uses—he doesn’t like perfumed smells either, only uses it on nights like these, when he’s obliged to look the part—that fresh, cool scent. Of clean sheets, laundry detergent.

Still, this is out of character. Todoroki has never once crossed a line with you, with anyone. He’s quiet, reserved, though he smiles more now, the forming dimples in the corner of his eyes a living testament to his character growth. He treats others fairly. He is not unkind, honest and straight-forward. He is many things, and with the way he’s gazing down at you now, you are suddenly reminded of Midoriya’s hushed remarks earlier.

“You can’t see it, but Todoroki-kun treats you differently. He thinks about you, what you’d like and what you like. He cares about you so he’s careful around you. He wants to cherish you. He’s cold because he uncertain. He doesn’t know what to do. This is all new to him.”

“What is?”

The number one pro-hero had looked at you strangely. “Being in love.”

Midoriya is indisputably Todoroki’s best friend. Still, his actions are baffling. Why you? Why now? No, you couldn’t see it at all.

“Todoroki, are you drunk?”

“No. Though I required a little … liquid courage, as they say,” he rasps. He’s so close. His voice, so deep and husky, has you biting your lower lip. His gaze falls immediately.

He doesn’t touch you. The way his arms flex, hands clenching and unclenching, and his stiff posture tells you he wants to. He’s visibly restraining himself. Waiting, watching. Hoping.

“You never … why me?” You say softly.

“I could not. I wanted to, so badly. I have always wanted you. I always thought it was impossible for someone like me—to find someone I would want to share my life with, given my upbringing and dysfunctional family. But then things changed, got better, and then I met you.” He takes a shaky breath.

“I found wordless comfort in your mere presence. I found I could be emboldened, empowered, changed by your words. Every day I wondered how I could be worthy of you—if I could ever be worthy of you. Then I realized it was you … it would not matter to you, so long as I was honest with who I was. That is just the kind of person you are …” He shuts his eyes. His lashes are so long, you note absently.

“I am touched by your existence … I find joy in your spirit, yearning for your embrace, for the heat of your skin pressed against mine, I crave it … these foreign desires, they elicit something dark within myself,” he continues, breathing a little ragged now.

“This need, this desperation, like fire spreading in my veins, uncontrollable and hungry … I feel restless, itching for something, someone … Now I finally understand. I feel like I want to—to devour you. It is no longer enough, seeing you as I do, being as we are, mere friends … I want more, need more. With this desire to monopolize, I fear I have become … insatiable,” he trails off, turning his face to the side in shame.

Oh. Shouto Todoroki is in love with you, you realize with a jolt. He longs for you. For your companionship, your wit, your soul and your body. Your heart.

You reach up with a trembling hand to touch his jaw, guiding him until he looked at you once more. He doesn’t resist, pliant and eager as he leans into your hold.

“Only if I can be yours in return,” you say.

He lurches forward, knees nearly giving out as he slumps in your arms. “Oh, thank god, I … I was anxious I would have ruined everything. I knew it was unlikely they would be reciprocated, but I—I had to try,” he gasps. “This desire, it was consuming me.”

“Todoroki …” You thumb his cheekbone. He sighs faintly, body curving over yours as he presses close. “Call me Shouto, please …”

“Shouto.” He makes a strangled noise.

“Again. Please. You must understand, I have longed for this for so long …” He pleads shyly.

“Shouto,” you whisper, stroking his cheek. He’s so unexpectedly adorable. So, so adorable.

“My apologies, darling. I know I’m taking liberties, but I’m weak … I’m not strong enough to resist such temptation. Not while you are here, in front of me like nights when I dared to dream… So beautiful.” He nuzzles your palm.

You flush at his term of endearment, at the rawness of his tone. He has laid himself bare, singing his truth like a Shakespeare sonnet.

“You woo me like you’re waxing poetry … does this often work with others?” You murmur. You think you’re in real danger of melting.

His eyes fly open in alarm. “No. Never. It has only ever been you. I speak only from the heart, I have never—never done this before, am I explaining myself poorly? I am often told my words could use some more tact …”

Your heart swells.

“I’m just teasing, Shouto,” you say softly, combing a hand through his locks apologetically. “Your words are beautiful, I’m touched, truly.”

He relaxes, curling closer in your embrace.

“You don’t know … how I dream of building a home with you, of sharing all my firsts with you, cooking and setting the table with you … breakfast after long nights, filling the space between us with laughter and joy. Sleeping next to you,” he slurs. And then he goes on plainly, “How I fist myself every night thinking of the swell of your hips, the curl of your lips, your sweet, enthralling scent …”

You inhale sharply. Part of you is entirely taken back by the dual-haired hero’s use of uncharacteristically vulgar descriptions. His words drip over you like a honeyed aphrodisiac. Sweet and addictive.

“May I?” He draws closer, hands releasing you to brace against the concrete behind. Your body shivers involuntarily, missing the heat of his palms immediately.

“Yes,” you whisper.

Shouto dips his head, beautiful heterochromatic eyes watching you carefully for any sign of hesitation or indication you wanted to stop. Ever the gentleman.

This is who he is, you realize. Respectful of your boundaries, honest and, with you, gentle. He eyes flutter close when his lips touch yours. They’re warm, sweet with a hint of the alcohol he consumed earlier. Your fingers bury themselves in his locks, the kiss unhurried, savouring each moment.

Then you open your mouth, tongue touching his. And Shouto falters. He groans throatily, your nose tickling at the scent of ash. Ah. He’s losing control. He jerks away quickly, right hand enclosing over his left.

“Don’t tempt me,” he rasps, blush rising.

You snag the rumpled collar of his shirt, pulling him close. “Kiss me again.”

And when you guide his hands over your hips, he grips them tightly and crushes his mouth against yours, kissing you hard. Spit runs down your chins, messy and sensual.

Something hard presses against your inner thigh. You push his legs apart and shove your leg in between. He chokes, eyes rolling back.

“Ngh—!” He gasps. “More—hngg—please!”

You pull back to survey him. He chases after you, lips slick and swollen.

“Shouto. You like this?”

He pauses, sucking in a breath sharply, eyes flickering. And then—

“Yes,” he whispers, a whisp of flame flaring on his left.

Your core clenches over nothing at his needy, humiliated tone.

“I like this too,” you confess, trailing a hand over the ridges of his abdomen, fascinated by the way the muscles clench.

Shouto mewls, chest thrusting forward when you pinch his nipples experimentally through the cotton. “Ah—ughh—yes!”

“Can you come like this?” You wonder absently as you twist his perked nubs harshly. He moans brokenly, hips jerking.

“I—I d-don’t—kno—hah,” he pants, eyes half-lidded as he struggles to focus. Pleasure clouds his senses, head fuzzy and vision hazy.

“Can you get off here, like this?” You ask softly. “I want to see you come undone.”

Shouto blinks blearily at you, nodding eagerly. “Hng—yes, wanna be good for you,” he slurs. Oh. My. If you weren’t dripping before, you certainly are now.

He stumbles a little as you push him against the wall, switching positions. He’s barely standing at this point, leaning heavily against the cement as he gazes up at you with glazed eyes. He looks utterly fucked out and utterly delectable.

You undo the remainder of his buttons, holding him back firmly when he whines, pawing at the fabric, wanting to rip it off.

“We still have to walk out of here,” you remind him, giggling. His only blinks at you blankly as if to say and? Too gone to think of the consequences.

“This view is reserved for my eyes only,” you murmur, nails scraping against his nipples. He gasps, back arcing. “Yes, yes!” He agrees mindlessly.

He grinds against your thigh desperately, the weight of his cock heavy and hot. He throbs at every touch.

“Kiss—kiss, please,” he whines, reaching for you. You oblige, internally fawning over his cuteness.

His hips move faster, chasing release as he moans and keens into your mouth.

He parts from you with a gasp and wet shlick. “Feels so good—sho good—hngg,” he babbles. His asymmetric temperatures intensify, the heat of his left searing you and the chill of the right piercing you.

“Oh—I’m—I’m c-cu—” he cries out, gripping you tightly as he fucks himself against your thigh urgently. You push your leg against him harder, nails digging into his stomach.

“Come for me Sho,” you murmur, biting his lower lip. His mouth parts in a silent wail, head tossing as his eyes roll. His body shudders, something warm seeping into the fabric of your jeans.

With a strangled groan, he sags against you, exhausted and spent. You stroke his hair soothingly, brushing back the sweaty locks and peppering chaste kisses over his face as he comes down slowly.

Faintly, you register someone calling your name.

“Oh, Midoriya. Over here.”

Shouto is too out of it, still coming down from his high, his soft moans tickling your ear

“Oh, there you are! Have you seen Todoroki-kun? I—oh!” He squeaks loudly, spinning on his heel immediately and covering his reddening face.

What a sight the two of you must be. A perfectly debauched Shouto, shirt falling over his broad shoulders, the fabric clinging to his glistening skin, raised lines over his bare chest that appear angrier in the darkened lighting, slumped over you, body trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

The One for All user pales when he spots the noticeable burn the size of a palm on the wall behind your head.

“Uh—neverminditwasn’timportanthahahaohsomeone’scallingmegottagobye!” Midoriya practically screams in your face before bolting from the scene in the next beat.

Shouto manages a tired chuckle as you blink in the wake of his dust.

“You’re surprisingly shameless,” you remark when you turn back to him.

His wry smile slips, letting out a weak mewl when you squeeze his cock over his slacks teasingly. He’s already chubbing up, hips rolling slowly against your touch.

“I told you, didn’t I? I’m insatiable when it comes to you, darling,” he murmurs, cheeks dusting.

“Then let’s continue,” you say, helping him stand. He valiantly tries to salvage whatever is left of his shirt, but it’s hopeless. He gives up, letting it drift apart, sculpted abdomen and chest in full view.

“Hmm. I quite like this view,” your palm rests on his stomach, smiling when he jolts at your warmth.

“My place or yours?” He breathes, pulling you flush to him.

“Yours, I think. I’ve been meaning to try out your new jacuzzi,” you rest your cheek against his chest, tracing nonsensical patterns on his pec. Goosebumps rise on his skin, and you can hear the rapid fluttering of his pulse. He’s—nervous?

“I built it for you,” he confesses, burying his face into your hair. “After you mentioned how much you wanted to try one, I thought—well, I don’t know what I thought. I only know that I went out the next day to hire a contractor and expand my bathroom. I suppose part of me nurtured a hope I’d one day pluck enough courage to ask you to come over and give it a try …”

You pull away, looking up at him in disbelief. He laughs dryly at your expression.

“Yes. I know. It sounds as irrational as it felt. I still haven’t used it yet.”

“Then …,” you hesitate. And then you say shyly, “Then if you’d like … we could try it today? Together?”

“I … yes, I’d love that,” Shouto swallows thickly.

You take his hand as the two of you start to make your way back. He squeezes your hand once.

“Let’s go home,” you say softly. The corner of his heterochromatic eyes crinkle, lips curling into a gentle beam. He looks radiant, beauty amplified by his dishevelled and unkept state. He leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“Yes,” he says. “Let’s.”

#shoto x reader #shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bnha imagines #mha imagines

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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I don’t know if you can make it fluffy but I am trying to work on myself at getting ready for applying the FBI. I am working on sudokus, word scramble puzzles, and crosswords. All at the same time... I know I’m weird. But maybe they could help each other well Reid helps reader more. Idk teasing ensues and then a TICKLE WAR!!! 🤪

It’s just a thought!

SO CUTE ABSOLUTELY

i learned how to do sudokus at the ripe age of 6 years old so please don’t feel weird bc you know how to do them!!

in all honesty, i have no idea if this is what you’re looking for but i enjoyed writing it! thank you for the request!

tw: mostly just fluff, a bit of teasing and kissing and cuddling :)

over the years you had developed habits that allowed you to decompress after a long day of studying. most people would take a nice warm bath, watch their comfort tv show, or maybe just take a nap. you had snagged a love for sudoku, crossword puzzles, and word scrambles.

so as you sat at the dining room table of your living boyfriend spencer reid after getting ready for bed, you continued the crossword puzzle from this morning’s newspaper. you had all but two figured out and it was driving you insane. spencer, being the amazing profiler he was, could clearly sense the frustration radiating off of you.

he waltzed over to your sitting position and placed his hands on your shoulders. you didn’t even react, all too consumed in your own mind trying to figure out what the remaining words were until he began applying a light pressure to your shoulders. you groaned in pleasure as you turned to see your beloved with a love struck smile on his face.

“what’re you working on there?” he asked, continuing the light shoulder massage.

“just this morning’s crossword puzzle,” you shrugged, allowing your head to loll back. “i only have two left and i’m driving myself crazy,” you sighed.

“maybe i could help?” he questioned as his hands migrated higher towards your neck and applying even lighter pressure there.

“that’s cheating!” you scolded him, your head popping up to furrow your brows at his proposal.

“what?” he asked in return. “how’s that cheating?!”

“you’re practically a walking dictionary, spence,” you rolled your eyes. “i would like to finish this the fair and proper way.”

“just let me look! i promise i won’t tell you what it is,” he relented, giving you his best puppy dog eyes that he knew you couldn’t resist.

“fine!” you groaned as you leaned to the side, giving him a clear view of the paper. after he got a good look, you heard him giggle underneath his breath. “what? why’re you laughing?” you questioned him now, he didn’t tell you as he continued his chuckles. “spence seriously! what’s so funny?” you placed your hands on his that we’re still on your neck.

“6 across, ‘what happens when you wake up in the morning and stretch,’ starts with pa and ends in ion,” he raised his eyebrows as if that should’ve been enough to let you know what it was. “pandiculation!” he laughed out, trying his best not to make you feel like a fool.

“i knew that one! ughh!” you groaned as you filled in the space. “i can’t believe i didn’t remember it,” you shook your head at yourself as you finally figured out the last word, malapert.

“it’s alright,” he began, you thought he was trying to cheer you up. “not everyone can be as smart as me,” he grinned smugly before you pushed his shoulder back completely, his grasp on you completely relinquished as you turned around with a huff.

“fine mr. genius,” you teased. “why don’t you just cuddle yourself tonight?” suddenly you felt the chair turn 180° to face him once again. just to rub it in, you tilted your face up in the air, your nose pointed towards the ceiling now as his hands grasped your chin.

“that’s dr. genius to you, ma’am,” he teases before wrapping his arms around you, lifting you out of the chair as you squealed.

“spencer!” you laughed. “let me go!”

“nope,” he popped the ‘p’ as he launched you on the bed, climbing on top of you slowly.

you leaned in slowly for a kiss, as did he. the small peck turned into a few heated kisses, spencer biting on your bottom lip as he pulled away before connecting his hands with your waist once more. and then... tickles!

“oh my god!” you snorted out, trying to pry his hands off of you but only failing. “it’s so hard to breathe! aghh!”

“never!” he laughed back before your body started tossing and turning.

spencer connected his lips to your neck as his attacks continued, your hands found purchase in his curly locks as you pulled him away from your neck. his tickles finally ceased as you connected your lips once more.

“i love you,” he whispered, your foreheads connected.

“and i, you, dr. genius,” you smiled as your hands connected around his neck, playing with his hair once more.

you fell asleep that night with spencer laying on your chest, his arms wrapped around you in a protective manner.

and maybe you found out something new about yourself during your time with spencer.

it wasn’t the crossword puzzles or the sudokus that helped you relax and decompress...

it was spencer.

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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King Kink Arthur

A/N: So I’m tagging my whole tag list on this because — though the next fic coming up for my Kinkfest involves this savage sex god king slapping your face during sex and giving you a facial — this Part 1 is just a short sweet smut imagine that’s not too kinky at all, and I think it can be enjoyed by everyone in general! 🤗✨

Pairing: King Arthur x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, whore!reader being super eager to worship His Majesty’s cock Request: Kinkfest request from @turner-cris (but none of those requested kinks until Part 2; this Part 1 is just blowing him and swallowing his cum)

Word Count: ~1.5k

It’s not easy being king.

Sometimes it’s exceedingly... hard.

Arthur has a grand battle to fight on the morrow and needs to be thoroughly rested come morning. So you shouldn’t start. You really shouldn’t start... really, truly shouldn’t... a respectable queen really wouldn’t... but how can you not, when your king is an absolute sex god, apparently having some wild wet dream that is tearing his body apart?

It’s impossible not to look down at the raging hard bulge in his crotch. Sweat gathers on his brow and on yours as you watch. A respectable queen wouldn’t reach out and touch. As ever on the eve of a war, you and Arthur were fucking like animals hours before, making love hard and rough till you both fell asleep—but the sleep that follows must be uninterrupted and deep. Such are King Arthur’s orders. And any respectable queen would obey them of course.

... But you’re not just his queen. You’re much less and much more: his filthy fucking whore, as you always have been.

Queen Y/N is indeed impeccably respectable in general. Such as when you check in on him at the Round Table, to give him a chaste little kiss while he tends to his business. Or when you and he preside over the throne room beside one another, your throne just as noble as Arthur’s—aside from that one time he savagely fucked you in it. Still respectable as there was nobody else there to witness.

Respectable when circumstance calls for it.

When it doesn’t... well, rather the opposite.

When you take on your role as King Arthur’s sack of fucking holes, then his cock is the only damn thing you respect, to be honest. It’s perfect. Always fills you so full, leaves you utterly wrecked. Not a moment goes by you don’t desperately want it. Your purpose in life is to fuck it and suck on it. Worship and serve it.

His Majesty writhes on the bed; you can only hope thoughts of you swim through his beautiful head. “Unghhh—ugh, shit,” he grunts through gritted teeth, grinding into the sheets beneath, hands balling into fists. “Fuck, Y/N... such a filthy little bitch... ughh, fucking hell...”

Well, that’s it—a respectable queen would resist, but oh well.

Fuck respectable.

Every throb of his massive cock, hard as a rock, fucking beckons; you’re in position in a matter of seconds. Settled in between his legs, face level with his staff so proudly erect. If he weren’t asleep now you would beg.

He’s an absolute wreck, sweat dripping down the tendons of his gasping neck, and looks so fucking gorgeous you cannot stop staring. Whatever nonsense he is wearing, you’re so beyond caring. Rip his pants open so that his glorious scepter can finally stand freely. Arthur typically loves sleeping naked, when you both collapse after he fucks you dead. But the night before battle, he says, he feels vulnerable, if he’s sleeping undressed. It’s adorable, really.

It also prevents you access to his assets... in theory. Shielding his manhood, so your wandering hands won’t attack it and get him distracted, when he needs to rest. He can sleep peacefully, in theory.

But theory doesn’t count for shit, clearly.

Through the thin cloth of his shirt you can still see the rippling muscles of his abs. He has one hand upon his stomach, grasping at the sweat-damp fabric, fingers trembling as he grabs... You gaze up lovingly at him as you prepare to work your magic, give your king the best damn head he’ll ever have.

One hand encircling the base of his enormous shaft, fist tightly wrapped, you moan in pleasure at just how heavy Arthur feels within your grip. How much you love this piece of meat you live to worship. Live for this...

“My king...” you murmur in devoted bliss. On instinct those soft-spoken words slip from your parted lips, now pressed against the sweet wet tip, tenderly squeezing and releasing in a slow passionate kiss.

“F-fuuuck—” he groans out, long and loud, as your lips tighten on the head of his majestic cock, and then begin to suck. “My queen...”

He’s still deep in the throes of sleep, it seems, as you look up to see his eyes shut in the ecstasy of dreams. Already he is bursting at the seams. So lovely you could weep. The sight of him like this, the heights of bliss to which your service takes His Royal Highness... the most stunning thing you’ve ever fucking seen.

It’s good to be the fucking queen.

But even more, it’s good to be his fucking whore.

You could spend all your life, as his dutiful wife, worshiping this beautiful cock you so adore. Cannot believe your luck that this sweet privilege is yours. All fucking yours...

Bouncing your head rhythmically up and down, you pause at each upstroke to sweep your tongue along the crown, swirling deliciously around. Moaning as you savor his taste, drunk on the feeling and the flavor, reeling from the perfect pleasure as his hips start bucking up toward your face. His fingers tangle in your hair, holding your head in place right there. As if the queen would ever dream of going anywhere.

For Arthur, now the line between waking and sleep seems to have blurred—the length of his cock throbs and thickens, as his breathing halts then quickens, hips rocking ever more vigorously upward. Your open throat takes him down ever farther, as the fire in his loins burns hotter, raw desire riding ever higher, heavier and harder...

Builds and builds, till time stands still. You fucking live to take all that he has to give and always will. Body and soul a gaping hole just waiting to be filled, with all the precious royal seed he has to spill.

“My love—Good Lord, you fucking whore—I am all fucking yours—you filthy little cunt...” he huffs, for at the peak of passion Arthur is savage and soft, romantic and rough, all at once, “Y/N... fuck—unghhh...”

Then with a low lust-driven grunt, he forcefully explodes straight down your throat, pumping his queen full of his load, giving you everything you want. His kingdom comes so fucking strong. So smooth and sweet upon your tongue. You moan in pleasure as you feel this mighty piece of meat erupting in your mouth so fucking stiff and thick and long. Pulsing with the effects of post-orgasmic magic even long after he’s done.

The king may have directed you to let him sleep tonight, but everything about this moment feels so fucking right. Nothing about the way you worship him could possibly be wrong...

His bright blue eyes finally flutter open, just as you were hoping, once he comes to conscious terms with what has happened. That it wasn’t just imagined.

He was half-asleep through all of that. Now wide awake as he realizes that it was no dream, no matter how fantastically unreal it may have seemed. His mortal mind barely believes the ecstasy he just received, the best release he’s ever had. He sighs and heaves as the sensations coursing through his body drive him fucking mad.

You kiss him softly through the aftershock, your warm wet lips showering love upon his legendary cock. You can tell your king never felt so fucking fucked.

Now that he has awoke... despite the order that you broke, you hope and trust he knows it was an act of love. You hope he isn’t too pissed off. Mayhap come morning as he rides off into war, he will draw strength from your service the night before; mayhap he’ll find it brings him luck.

It’s not as if you can be blamed for what you’ve done. The dream that was wracking his frame before you even intervened... clearly the king needed to cum, and who should take it but his queen? He will have you to thank tomorrow once the battle has been won.

Or so you tell yourself at least. To bring your inner slut a sense of purpose, pride, and peace.

Meanwhile Arthur is still reeling from the force of his release. His sculpted chest heaves with the heated air he breathes. He needed this, and to provide your king with what he needs... you couldn’t be more pleased.

A respectable queen may have let her king sleep through the night just as he had commanded.

But fuck that. Fuck respect—how could you have done as he directs, when his cock was so fucking erect, and so perfect you can’t even stand it...?

You couldn’t have. Shouldn’t have, wouldn’t have. There’s no way you could ever resist worshiping his magnificent shaft. Surely Arthur will understand that.

You’re the queen that he loves and adores—and yet deep down, in spite of your regal respectable crown... you’re much less and much more: the cocksucking slut who is fated forever to serve as King Kink Arthur’s filthy fucking whore.

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The End... *UNLESS* you’re interested in the kinks in this request, in which case, continue to Part 2!!

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axoxtxhxh · 3 years

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Not Without Trying - Chapter 2

ReinerxFem! Reader

Warnings: Sex, taking virginity, oral (F receiving)

Word Count: ~4,000

Summary: This comes after the chapter Rain which was the first one of this story. I sort of skipped around a lot. You have to imagine this is about a month after Rain happened where Reiner and the reader had a little time to get closer.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and am going back over it now to edit and post and I basically cringed the whole time. I don’t think I’m that much better now, but I’m definitely better and I did my best not to edit too much because I honestly want to be reminded of my progress. Anyway, that’s all.

There were good days being a part of the survey corps and then there were really good days. Today was one of the really good days. A mission completed perfectly, no casualties and no missions lined up meant they actually had a weekend. Y/N’s favorite way to celebrate was with drinking and dancing. She loved letting loose and spending time with friends and it feels like the last few months were mission after mission. Finally, a day off to have fun.

The band started playing just after dinner. Nearly everyone started dancing around the mess hall. Everyone was drinking and having fun. Most of the younger cadets were making fools of themselves, but some of the upper ranks were dancing and having fun as well. Y/N was one of the few captains who was dancing. Mike had grabbed her hand at the beginning of the night and she spent most of the time dancing around the room with him causing a number of the other men in the room to grumble wondering when their turn was. One of those men being Reiner. He continued sipping his beer watching Mike laughing and holding Y/N’s waist as he twirled her around the room.

“She dances better without you suffocating her,” he grumbled to himself.

“What’s that?” Connie asked him, laughing while he watched Jean and Eren fight over who was dancing better. Reiner just hugged his beer a little closer, continuing to watch Y/N.

After the eighth song of dancing with Mike, Y/N finally got away and sat down with Reiner. She convinced Mike to go get her a drink and he ran off.

“How’s your night? You look grumpy.” She sat down next to Reiner.

“I’m not grumpy.” He lied.

“Okay.” She mocked his grumpy tone. “You should be having fun! We never get to do this. They even hired a band!” They both looked at the front of the mess hall where they were playing. She watched Reiner take another sip of his beer, his eyebrows lowered. “You’re so annoying!” She stood up, grabbing his arm.

“What are you—” He was yanked out of his seat.

“Let’s dance!” Y/N dragged him over to an open spot and started twirling around him. He spun around trying to follow her, a smiling growing on his face. He caught her mid twirl and dipped her backwards, Y/N laughed at the surprise. They were able to dance for another minute before Mike returned with her drink and took her away. Reiner stood there sulking.

“I have to piss.” He needed to get away and started towards the door.

“Hey dumbass,” Levi called after him, “the bathrooms are upstairs.”

“I need some fresh air, I’ll just use a bush out here.”

“Take someone with you, you’re drunk.” Erwin said.

“I’ll go!” Y/N hopped off her spot on the table, leaving Mike behind, pouting. Stepping outside, the cold air felt so good on her hot skin. She searched for Reiner, but he wasn’t anywhere she could see.

“Reiner?” She called out, peeking around the side of the building. Vacant. She made her way behind the empty carriage. “You better not have gotten lost,” she mumbled. She slowly approached the bushes behind the carriage.

That’s when Reiner seized the opportunity and popped up from behind the bush and shouted, “Boo!” Y/N’s hands flew up and she hit him in the nose. “Fuck!” He groaned, holding his nose.

“Reiner!” She put her hand on his hand covering his nose trying to alleviate the pain this way somehow, moving him over so they could sit on the back of the carriage they were near.

“I thought you were drinking,” he complained, checking his nose for blood. “How do you even have the speed to move so fast?”

“Years of practice.” She smiled. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

He moved his mouth around trying to bend and turn his nose. Y/N started laughing at the faces he was making.

“What?” Reiner asked confused. She laughed even harder.

“Your…face…” she was leaning back holding her stomach cackling and Reiner started smiling at her. Unable to resist touching her, he bent forward towards her and started tickling her side inciting an even bigger laugh from her. “I’m going to pee!” She was squirming around on her back, Reiner following her with his hands, still tickling her waist. She caught her breath enough to use her knee to push him forward, launching him forward on top of her. They both continued laughing, slowly letting it die down, loving each other’s company.

Y/N let out one final sigh, smiling over the whole thing and looked up at Reiner, still on top of her. He was also smiling. He looked into Y/N’s eyes. They were half-closed from drinking, but that glimmer in her eyes was always there. A loose hair was pulled from her bun, falling over her face. Reiner reached his hand up and tucked it behind her ear, then smoothed out her hair. She smiled at him.

Maybe on a different day or a different time. Maybe if Reiner hadn’t been drinking. Maybe if they never spent that time in cabin together. Maybe if her body wasn’t radiating warmth that he could feel through his jacket. Maybe if her breath didn’t smell so sweet and her smile wasn’t so inviting. There were so many maybes. So many maybes that maybe could have stopped him from doing it, but all he knew is he wanted her. Using the same hand he used to smooth her hair, he rested it on her cheek. Not really sure exactly how this was supposed to go, he leaned forward and kissed her.

The kiss was unlike anything he had ever felt before. So warm, so soft, he tried moving his lips around a little bit. Y/N did the same. He moved his hands from her face down to her waist and Y/N brought her arms around his neck. She let out a moan into his mouth and Reiner got chills. The kiss became more passionate, deeper. Everything about it felt so good. Their lips were connected, but he could feel it all over his body. Y/N started to wrap her leg around Reiner and quickly woke up to what was happening.

“Oh my gosh…” She breathed out, pushing Reiner off of her. “We…”

“I’m sorry,” Reiner also breathing heavily, cheeks flushing a deep pink. “I’m sorry. I—I couldn’t stop myself.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like I was stopping you.” She sat up looking at him. He was on his knees, still looking at her, an innocent but pleading look in his eyes.

“Y/N?... Can we—” He cleared his throat. “Can we do it again?”

Her eyes widened. She was about to ask him why he would want a second drunken kiss when she realized. Her hand flew to her mouth, gasping. “Your first kiss.” Her eyes widened even more. “I was just…”

He smiled and shuffled closer to her.

“Why did you do that?” She was still so confused. “Why did you kiss me? You… Your first kiss.” She couldn’t understand. She sat up starting to move to get off the carriage. “Ughh, I feel like I ruined it. I’m sorry.”

“What?!—No!” Reiner followed her, hopping off and grabbing her hand, “I liked it!”

“Ugh, I drunk-kissed you and I’m not even that drunk.” Y/N brushed leaves off her jacket, unsure of where they even came from. “I need to lie down.” She started walking back inside, Reiner right behind her.

They opened the doors to the building and the band was still playing music, filling the mess hall. Everyone was still dancing and drinking. They were all caught up in watching Jean try to chug a full beer that no one noticed them walk through the room and up the stairs. The upstairs hallway was much quieter. Y/N opened the door to her office and continued through to her bedroom and Reiner froze, not going in.

“Can we just talk a bit?” He held her hand.

“Yeah. So, come in,” She said gesturing to the room. Reiner hesitantly walked in behind her. He stood against the wall as she sat on her bed. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I love you.” Both Reiner and Y/N gasped and stared at each other with wide eyes.

“You love me?”

“No, I didn’t mean that.” He looked around the room unsure of what he was trying to say. “I don’t know. Maybe I do.” He sat on the bed. “I guess I don’t know what it would feel like to be in love.”

“You’re confusing me.” She narrowed her eyes. “Are you telling me you have feelings for me or asking me what it feels like to be in love?”

“I guess I’m saying I don’t know, but if I do have feelings for you,” he started, “Is it bad?” She was thinking about it when he continued speaking. “Does it really bother you that you were my first kiss?”

She was about to answer when she realized she didn’t really know. Why was she so bothered by it? It’s not like she worried about it ruining their friendship because Reiner was already ready to do that. The part that bothered her the most was worrying it was bad. She barely knew what was happening when he kissed her. What if it was a really bad kiss? But why does that even bother her? She looked over at him, he was waiting for her response patiently. He was always so patient with her. She could be so annoying, but he always stuck around her. Her jokes weren’t even that funny, but he always laughed. She was often judgmental and came across as mean, but he was never offended.

She looked down at her hands. She cared about him, slowly coming to the realization that maybe it was more than she originally thought. She looked back up at him, still waiting patiently for her.

“Give me a second chance.” She finally spoke.

“You want me to forgive you?” He was confused. “But you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“No.” She smiled. “Give me a second chance at that kiss.”

Reiner’s face flushed a bright pink and he smiled shyly. Y/N moved a little closer to him.

“Right now?” He looked at her.

“Well, yeah. Do you want to wait?” She asked.

“No, no!” Reiner insisted. “Now is good.”

Y/N lifted her hand to his cheek to guide his face to hers. They both leaned in until their lips met. Again, those sparks that ran through his body the first time were there too. Was he supposed to want more of her? Was there ever a point where he would feel satisfied? Reiner’s hand quickly moved to her waist and he opened his mouth to allow their kiss to deepen. Y/N’s hand went around his neck and in his hair. His stomach did flips and he let out a sigh, his second hand going to her lower back. He slowly turned her body, lowering her back to the bed, him hovering over her.

Was this love? He felt like he could stay like this forever, his lips on hers, breathing each other in. Everything was perfect.

Y/N was the one to stop the kiss, breathless. She was about to speak, but realized there was nothing to say. Nothing to add to the moment which felt perfect to her. She ruffled Reiner’s hair and he smiled. He backed up and helped her sit up. Both of them still unsure of what to say.

Reiner couldn’t look away. He’d never experienced anything like this. He wanted to touch her, to always keep his hands on her. His eyes never getting tired of seeing her. Her smile, the glimmer in her eyes, her hands. He looked down at her hand in his, playing with her fingers. He looked back up at her noticing her hair tousled instead of its normally tight style.

“Why do you always tie your hair up?” He asked curiously.

“My hair?” She reached her hands up to touch it. “I don’t know. It’s just easier.”

“Can I see it loose?” He reached up to take out the tie, but she pushed his hand away.

“It takes a lot to keep it like this.” She laughed, “It’s easier if I do it.” She slowly removed the pins and ties. As soon as she removed the final pin, her hair fell down in waves. Full, [your hair color] tresses all the way down to her waist.

Oh yes, Reiner was in love. He stared at her, awe-struck and entirely enchanted by how beautiful she looked. He tried to speak, but only managed to say, “I…” He reached up and took a handful into his hands, brushing through it, enjoying the feeling of silk running between his fingers. He smiled at her, then brought his hand to her cheek and leaned in, kissing her. This kiss started out passionately and swiftly made its way to burning fire. Reiner was all over her, hands holding any part he thought she was okay with, his heart racing.

“Have sex with me.” He breathed, pulling away from the kiss and moving his lips to her jaw and neck.

“What?” Y/N tried separating from him, but his grip was too strong. “You just had your first kiss.” He loosened his grip and she stood up. “Don’t you want to… I don’t know, wait a little?”

His eyes were full of lust, pupils blown. “What for?” He held her hands in his, still sitting on the bed. He started kissing her wrists and arms.

“You just… because you’re so… but…” She couldn’t think of anything to say, watching his lips move over her skin.

He stood up, took off his jacket and pulled her in, kissing her cheek and jaw. “If you want me to stop, I will.” He moved to her neck now. “But don’t worry about me, I’m not a kid.”

She put her hand on the back of his neck, letting her eyes flutter closed with pleasure. That was enough for him to pick her up and move her back to the bed.

Reiner continued focusing on her neck and jawline while Y/N unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. She had been wondering what this would feel like, ever since the cabin. She pushed Reiner up and he looked at her.

“Lay on your back,” she directed and he followed. She unbuttoned her jacket and threw it to the side then lifted the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She went to reach for the tank top, but Reiner put his hand to stop her.

“I’ll do this one.” He sat her down on the edge of the bed and lifted her tank top up, dropping it to the side. He then pulled off his shoes and kneeled down in front of Y/N to do the same for her. He lingered where he was, looking up at her, eyes half-lidded.

“What do you like?” She asked him, running her hands through his hair.

“What do you mean?” He mumbled, enjoying her touch.

“Like, what can I do for you?” She didn’t know how else to say it, but he wasn’t getting it. “Do you know what turns you on? Like what makes you feel good?”

“Hmm… watching you enjoy yourself,” He said with a smile. She rolled her eyes.

“I’ll just figure it out myself.” She pulled him up and leaned backwards. He was back at her neck. She rolled over so she was on top of him, straddling his hips. He lifted his upper body to meet hers and kissed her.

“Show me how to take that off of you.” He pointed at her bra. She took his hands and moved them to her back. He followed her hand motions until her bra came undone and he pulled it off of her. He buried his face in her chest and just held it there for a while before he started using his mouth on every inch of skin within his grasp. He reached her nipple and covered it with his mouth, licking and sucking. Y/N shuddered and her head fell back.

Reiner noticed and watched her. He moved on to the other nipple, hoping to get another response. Instead she pulled his head back and brought her lips to his. She sucked on his bottom lip and bit down lightly, running her tongue over it then moving to his upper lip. Reiner kept his hands on her back, pulling her close, loving the soft warm feeling her breasts left on his chest.

She pushed him back and leaned over, kissing his neck. Reiner let out a jagged breath. She pushed her butt down and rubbed against his groin. He grabbed her back and thigh, groaning. She continued grinding her hips against his, causing the occasional moan to escape him. He moved his hand from her back and held onto one of her breasts, squeezing and moving it around his hand causing her hips to start bucking.

She quickly got off of him, breathing heavily. Reiner watched as she sat next to him.

“I’m sorry,” she spoke quietly. “I’m trying to go slow, but this feels so good.” She laid back on the bed, unbuckling her pants. Reiner helped her slide them off. She reached up and grabbed the edge of the bed from above her. “Please don’t stop touching me.” She begged and Reiner was all over her. He made his way up to her lips again.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He asked, looking for guidance. She pulled off her underwear and opened her legs, steering Reiner’s hand to where she needed him the most. He wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted, but the moment his hand was near her warmth, she was moaning. He used his first two fingers to move around and immediately felt how wet and slippery she was. He wished he could just bury his face into her. For now, he continued moving around, sliding his hand forward. Her hips twitched. He slid his fingers around that area again and she pulled him closer, breath shaking. Continuing on, he moved his fingers lower. Y/N grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“Go back.” She laid her head back as Reiner did what she said. Gripping the sheets, Y/N was a moaning mess, so close to her release. How long had it been that she was this desperate, bucking her hips at his slightest touch? For not knowing what he was doing, he was doing a really good job. He sped up and leaned into the crook of her neck, finding any patch of skin he could find, leaving a mark. This sent Y/N over the edge, arching her back and breathing out his name until she could catch her breath.

As soon as her high died down, she reached her arms around his neck, pulling him in to kiss him. The kiss was a lot shorter than she expected as he sat up and made his way to the edge of the bed. He looked down at her legs, gently tracing his finger from her knee to her hip, then up around her waist. In one swift movement, he pulled her down to the edge of the bed where he kneeled in front of her, propping one of her legs over his shoulder, he began using his mouth to explore her warmth.

“Reiner! Wait!” Y/N attempted to stop him, but just as she did, his tongue made its way through her dewy folds and she was thrown back, moaning louder than before. Her grip on the sheets so tight she was worried she would rip them while her thighs closed around Reiner’s head.

Reiner couldn’t get enough, sucking at anything he could get his lips around. He wrapped his arms around her thigh, holding her hips to minimize the jerking. He hummed into her, she released one hand from the sheets to grab his hair, pushing him deeper. His nose rubbed her clit and she let out a strangled groan, unable to maintain the grip on his hair. At this point it didn’t matter. Reiner was rock hard, erection throbbing at every movement and noise that came from Y/N. He used his tongue to search and found the over-sensitive nub and focused all his attention on that, sucking, licking and moaning into her. Watching her move above him, his eyes rolled back as he drank her in. Hands squeezing her hips, he was barely able to control himself. His aching member was crying to be inside of her.

Y/N’s body was trembling. Muscles spasming out of her control as Reiner filled her body with euphoric pleasure. She called out his name as her orgasm rolled over her in hot waves, then stealing her breath, leaving every inch of her body juddering wildly. She lay there, unable to move as Reiner continued his work, slowing down. As her breathing slowed with him, he pulled away, holding onto her clit with his lips until finally he released it with a slick pop. Y/N mewled with one last hip twitch.

Reiner stood up, face flushed and breathing heavily, he looked down at Y/N.

“We need to get you out of those pants.” She breathed and sat up, kneeling on the bed in front of him. She started working at the buckles and he rested his hands on her shoulders. She slid his pants and underwear down and his member sprang free, red-hot and pulsating, precum rolling down the shaft. Y/N placed her hands at the tip and Reiner gasped, squeezing her shoulders.

“Y/N,” he begged, “I really just need to be inside you.” She moved him to sit on the bed and she straddled his hips, hovering. He kept his hands on her back and his forehead resting on her chest. She quickly lowered herself onto him, moaning as she felt him squeezed in so tightly. He groaned and held her closer to him. She worked her hips, getting into a motion as Reiner’s head lifted back, then leaned forward and left kisses on her neck and collarbone.

Reiner’s groans were turning into grunts and coming more frequently so Y/N picked up her pace, building her orgasm with him. His face was buried in her chest again, mouth and hand caressing her breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth and began rolling it around his tongue and teeth. Y/N’s head shot back, increasing the speed of her grinding while also increasing the strength and depth of her thrust.

“Fu—uck!” Reiner’s breath caught. He leaned back on his arm and lifted his hips up slightly, helping deepen the thrust even more. He could tell Y/N was mid orgasm at this point and he was also… just… about… there… His head flew back and his eyes opened wide, pupils dilated, fireworks going off in his brain while his body quivered, fueling the ecstasy. He wanted to moan, but nothing came out. He stayed frozen, mouth open, unable to move until he came back down from his high huffing and panting for air. Y/N crumpled onto him, completely spent, and he held onto her with his hand, mind still hazy.

Y/N sat up enough to lay back down on the bed, pulling Reiner to lay next to her. She nuzzled into his chest and wrapped her arm around his waist, then fell asleep.

He looked down at her, smiling. How was this captain of the survey corps able to steal his heart so easily? He covered them up with the blanket, kissed the top of her head, then fell asleep.

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bangtanfanficsao3 · 3 years

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Do you have any Taejoon recommendations? Bottom Taehyung the rest you can come up with dear :3 as always you’re the best!

IM so sorry for this list XDD Also is it weird i missed your asks?/nvm

Feisty - ❝ Hey, I really want you to fuck me :) ❞ Namjoon stared at the essay in front of him, perplexed. Kim Taehyung, that little brat.

she walk so bad (make you feel so good) - With or without a camera in the way, Taehyung was captivating and Namjoon couldn't resist.

too bad (but it's too sweet) ; - Taehyung loves everything about his sister. Including her husband.

Lights, Camera, Action - Namjoon has his own porn channel where he uploads solo videos online. His big dick, deep voice and thick thighs have gained quite the following, so he decides he wants to make a video with someone else for some real money. He texts the boys for advice on who they think he should ask to film a scene with and is surprised when Taehyung, in need of some extra cash for school, offers himself up. - P.S. Read the comments!!

idk if i should give u this but ughh anyway - This Is Where I Leave You - Taehyung and Namjoon were childhood friends that fell in love at an early age, much to the dismay of their parents. When the decide to pursue a relationship anyway, their parents try to separate them. Desperate to be together, they take drastic measures to save their love and each other by running away and living on the streets, putting their futures and lives on the line for the sake of their relationship.

bratty twink gets shown his place by big dick mechanic - Taehyung takes his car to the mechanic for a quick fix, but his true intentions aren’t that honest. Namjoon figures out Taehyung isn’t as subtle as he thinks he is being.

all of me is headed to you. - Seokjin mentions how he made Jungkook cry once. Namjoon gets curious and eager to make Taehyung, his boyfriend, cry too.

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1tsnoya · 4 years

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hi!! could i ask a nishinoya x female reader one shot where while they're kissing noya finds out that her s/o's neck is one of her very sensitive spots? you can make it slightly nsfw if its fine for you hehe

yES! ugh i love writing for noya i want him to rail me-

✧･ﾟsweet spots✧･ﾟ one shot

warning: suggestive-ish? make out n hickeys

pairing: noya x reader

You walked your way down to your school’s gym to meet your boyfriend, Yuu Nishinoya. He was the school’s volleyball team’s libero and had been practicing all week. He had been overworking himself for a while now and was falling behind on his studies. No surprise there, volleyball was more important to him than his grades. You didn’t want him to fail the upcoming exams so you set up a little study date. It took a bit of convincing but your boyfriend finally agreed, he knew that deep down, you just wanted the best for him and he admired you so much for that.

Right as you opened the gym doors, you heard a familiar sweet voice, “(Y/n) !” Noya was already running towards you to give you a hug, he always did this whenever you met him after practice. You laughed a little because your boyfriend’s hugs were too adorable. Noya released you from his warm hug and took your hand instead, “See ya!” he smiled back to his teammates and the two of you left the gym, swinging your arms with your fingers intertwined.

He started telling you all about volleyball during your walk back to his place, he gleamed just talking about it. It was the cutest thing, it was obvious how much passion he had playing the sport. “I’m talking too much, how was your day babe?”

Your face turned pink at the petname, “Hmm, pretty boring. I’ve been thinking about hanging out with you all day.”

It was his turn for his face to go red, he laughed a bit, “Ughh but we’re studying! We should do something fun like-”

“Nope! I’m not letting you fail!” You cut him off with a teasing tone in your voice, “If we finish early, we can do something fun.” You had finally gotten to Noya’s house.

He groaned as he took his keys out of his pocket to unlock the door. The two of you stepped in and took off your shoes.

You started heading for the kitchen, “I’m gonna change, I’ll be right back.” Noya put his bag and keys down and made way to his room. You started setting up the kitchen table, highlighters, colorful notes, post-it’s, whatever you needed to get this boy to focus. He zoned out a lot during class so hopefully this would grab his attention.

He returned wearing a plain red shirt and black shorts and sat across from you at the table “Okay so we’re gonna focus on...” you took out your notebook and slid it towards him. He barely glanced at the notes, “This is so much, cmon! Lets watch a movie!” his chair started getting closer to your side of the table.

“No way baby, you can’t fail okay?” you looked at his dark eyes, “fiiinee” he groaned as he hid his blush in his hands.

You started writing some things down on flash cards. It was pretty quiet, Noya was trying to focus, his foot occasionally tapping on the floor. He was trying his best but just wanted to spend time with you.

“(Y/n?)”

You stopped writing with your colorful pen, “Hm?”

“I don’t get this, can you come here please?”

You scooted your chair out and made way to your needy boyfriend, you stood next to him and he took your hand. He pulled your arm to sit on his lap.

“Noyaaa..”

“What?” he had this flirty smile on his face.

You couldn’t resist and sat on top of him as he brushed his hand through your hair. He gently kissed you on your lips, you couldn’t help but giggle at the fact how easy it was for Noya to ditch his schoolwork, it was even easier when he was with you.

You eased more into the kiss and deepened it. You were melting into your boyfriend’s touch, this was his plan afterall.

Noya’s hair was being twisted and tugged at with your hands, this just egged him on more. In fact, he was feeling bold enough to move down to your jawline and then your neck.

He planted a soft kiss on your neck and then gently sucked it, you let out a small whimper.

Your face started burning up as he pulled away, being the dork that he was, he laughed a bit, “So that’s your spot huh?”

Your hands were now away from Noya’s hair and covering your red face instead, “stooop” you felt a bit embarrassed, even if he was your boyfriend. You were supposed to be studying, not this.

He gently pushed your hand away from your face and held it in his, he admired your face, “you’re too cute.”

Your face turned even more red, “wha-”

Before you knew it, he was back at your neck. He bit down and sucked harder than before just to drive you crazy. It obviously worked, you eased more into his lap with your waist, of course this just made him suck at your sweet spot harder.

He moved around your neck to get more reactions out of you, he was done with the first spot as it was starting to turn a reddish-purple. You would definitley have to cover that up later.

You didn’t know how much time passed but Noya eventually left three hickeys on your neck, even faint bite marks. He definitley loved hearing your small moans and feeling how warm you got. Attacking your neck with his mouth was his new favorite thing.

It took some time for your touchy boyfriend to back away from your neck, he admired the marks he left on you and looked at your red face.

“Do we still have to study?”

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jojoboisimagines · 3 years

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Josuke x Reader :: Promposal :: Ch. 5

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summary: A strange new transfer student has enrolled in Budogaoka High School. Josuke falls head over heels for her, but has a limited time to win her over before the school prom.

.::.

The accusations thrown at Josuke by his baffled mother were hard to listen to, especially with your face practically burning from it and hearing only ringing in your ears from the shock alone and having to sit in the midst of the two arguing. You decided your best bet was to hurry, pack your stuff and leave. You’d maybe call him later to let him know why you left and tell him that your time together was great, lest he get the wrong idea.

It was easy to sneak past them. They did seem like the types to block everything else out when stubborn. Perhaps that's why some considered him and his friends delinquents.

.::.

About an hour later, you found yourself dialing Josuke’s number (or well, his house number) while lazily lying on the bed of your temporary apartment. He had written it at the bottom of his love letter, which you actually bothered to keep amongst all the other ones.

“Yeah, I see. Thanks for calling me instead of just leaving me hangin’.”

“No problem...I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Sorry for any trouble I’ve caused.”

“No no”, he was quick to disagree, “It’s fine, my mom just gets fussy like that sometimes, its not your fault at all. To be fair I should’ve been paying more attention.”

You frowned. He shouldn’t have blamed himself. You weren’t being entirely courteous as a guest either to fall asleep on him like that. He spoke up before you could say anything about it.

“Did you have fun though---er, get a good study in? I know I did. Cleared up a lot of stuff I was missin’ during class. Thanks a lot for that!” You could hear the grin in his voice. Admittedly, he had a nice voice to listen to. But you convinced yourself that was just a supplementary compliment rather than you starting to have a school girl crush on him like the rest of his groupies.

You wondered what drew them to him in the first place. Was it his hair? It would seem like he’d take pride in having groupies if it was for that reason, being so uptight about his hairstyle and all. Yet he would always look so annoyed whenever they came up to him, so that probably wasn’t the reason. His personality? No, they hardly let him get a word in whenever they bombard him. His height?

...Fair assumption.

“Hey, (Y/N), you there?”

Crap, had you been spacing out?

“Yeah, I’m here.” You replied, rubbing your eyes.

“Do you have time tomorrow for ice cream after school? Its totally cool if you’re not, I understand.”

You did have a bit of studying to do to keep your grades up (and to keep up appearances, but that was less important) but keeping Josuke happy in your friendship did also mean something to you. Skipping one study session wouldn’t be that much of a deal, you could skim through it once you get home anyway.

“Oh no no, I’m down for it.”

Josuke’s tone noticeably turned up an octave after hearing that. “Cool! You wanna come by my house or I’ll come by yours?”

After saying he could pick you up from your own house (especially thinking about how Tomoko would react) he joyfully lets out a ‘sweet!’ and you exchange your goodbyes before hanging up.

One thing you could safely say about Josuke at this point is that he was certainly...interesting. If you had to weigh your options between giving everyone that sent you a letter an opportunity to court you and just only giving Josuke a chance for the time being, the latter set well with you far more.

.::.

Classes had passed by rather quickly. It almost seemed like a blur but you didn’t mind it. At first the thought of instantly going home and looking over the notes you took to refresh your memory came into your head, before Josuke and Okuyasu voices behind you made you realize what you had planned already. You had recognized the other two, but hadn’t bothered to hold a single conversation with either of them.

As far as you knew, they were just ‘the guy who looks like he’s still in elementary’ and ‘the guy that looks like he’s committed a crime before’.

However you would withhold your assumptions for the time being and attempt to get to know them truthfully. They seemed excited to see you, anyway.

“Glad to see you waited for us (y/n!)” Josuke happily said.

You didn’t really. But you forced a smile as if you did anyway.

Josuke stopped behind you and contemplated putting an arm around you like he would his other buddies, but decided against it, thinking maybe the two of you weren’t at that point yet. You didn’t exactly seem like the touchy type either. Instead his hand firmly rested on your shoulder, his face offering a kind, genuine smile towards you.

Gesturing toward his friends, he began to introduce them. “(Y/n), this is Okuyasu Nijimura and Koichi Hirose. They’ve kinda been excited to meet ya ever since we started hanging out.” Josuke lets out quite the cute chuckle as his free hand finds itself sheepishly behind his neck now.

“Yo!” Okuyasu was quick to greet you with quite possibly the biggest grin you’ve seen anyone sport since you’ve gotten to this country. Koichi on the other hand seemed a little more calm and reserved, saying a simple ‘hello!’ with a wave.

They didn’t seem too bad now as you had thought before, but you’d keep your eye on them. After the introduction Josuke had mentioned that itd be wise to get to the ice cream truck as soon as possible, seeing that it might leave the neighborhood soon. You still were a bit unfamiliar with the area, so you followed behind the other three and let them lead the way.

.::.

When the four of you finally arrived to the spot of the parked vehicle, you had just noticed that you’d tuned out the conversation that was had on the way here. Now that you think about it, Okuyasu was pretty swift to wrap an arm around his taller friend’s shoulder and immediately start talking about something else. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you had thought Josuke would’ve been inclined to talk to you during the brief walk. That’s what you were invited for, right? Or is this just what he does with all his friends?

The lack of attention didn’t bother you that badly, as you’re generally used to it, but you still couldn’t help but wonder.

You had walked up to the window to get your own ice cream, before Koichi promptly stopped you, pulling out his own wallet.

“Hey, I can pay for your ice cream for you!”

You blinked, not exactly sure how you were supposed to respond to that. “It’s alright, you don’t have to.”

“No I insist! Don’t worry about it okay?” The small boy smiled at you, a face that was pretty hard for you to resist. Giving a slight nod, he proceeded to pay for it. You did get the biggest size they offered though, who’s to say you couldn’t after he graciously agreed to pay?

You and Koichi walked back to the others, already sitting down in the park with the ice creams and chatting. As you were making your way over there, Josuke looked back at the two of you, his happy grin melding into a guilty wide-eyed frown.

He turned back around when you and his other friend walked past the bench he and Okuyasu sat on to go to another one across from them. Without even glancing at him, you started to eat your ice cream. From the corner of your eye you could see the pompadoured teen lightly tap his clueless friend, motioning them to move to the same bench you and Koichi were.

Trying to prevent things from becoming awkward, Josuke immediately started talking to you as he sat down. “So, (Y/n), is that your favorite flavor?”

You nodded, not trying to get distracted from your melting ice cream.

“Cool, I like that flavor too. I really really like strawberry though, especially the kind they have at the truck.”

“Strawberry’s a good flavor.” Okuyasu chimed in. “But Koichi likes nasty shit, like pistachio. Bleh!” He stuck his tongue out to emphasize his disgust. The shorter teen was slightly offended.

“Hey, its good with the right toppings! At least I don’t bombard my ice cream with everything, if you’re careless like that, you’ll get a cavity!”

Oku dismissively waved his hand. “Whatever. I’ll just go to Tonio’s again and it’ll be good as new, so there’s no problem!” He grinned.

Koichi sighed, and you were left wondering what kind of place “Tonio’s” was.

“Oh right, we need to take (Y/n)-chan there someday!” Josuke added. “Maybe we should do a little tour thing of Morioh for you, would you like that?”

You happily nodded, almost at the end of your ice cream. The three of them had gotten along so naturally

Eventually everyone else got done with theirs and began to throw everything away. Koichi had started on his way home, saying that he was going to start on his studying before his goodbye. Thinking you should do the same, Josuke walked in front of you.

“Hey me and Okuyasu are gonna hang at my house, so we can walk you home first okay?”

“Okay.” Probably the first time you said something in about an hour. You saw Okuyasu about to walk up with Josuke again, but was stopped immediately and whispered something by Josuke. After which, he hung behind the two of you for the remainder of the walk.

When your apartment was reached, The boys asked if you enjoyed yourself and you happily responded with yes and that you’d love to hang out again, before going up the stairs and waving goodbye.

The two of them stood there for a while, making sure you were safe up until you got inside the house. As you closed the door, Josuke let out a groan and his head sunk into his hands. Okuyasu, obviously concerned by this, put a hand on his shoulder.

“Bro? You okay?”

Jojo shook his head. “Ughh..I can’t believe I let that happen. She must’ve felt so left out. I didn’t even pay enough attention that Koichi paid for her stuff..god..That didn’t look good at all.”

“Hey, you’re not obligated to treat her like a queen or anythin’. You’re still just friends right now right?” He tried to reassure his downtrodden friend.

“Yeah but...I still feel like a dick. I invited her there..Plus there’s also the fact that she’s got a limited time here in Morioh..” His blue eyes widened after saying that statement, the realization just now hitting him. It was so silent all the boys could hear was the slight breeze ruffling the trees.

“Huh, now that I think about it, why are you tryin’ to woo someone who’s a transfer student? Seems kinda rough to get someone to fall for you in a few weeks...unless you’re Yukako.”

“Goddammit Okuyasu, I don’t get to choose who I fall in love with!”

His fist balled up again, lips going dry as he resented saying things before thinking about them first.

“Woah...Josuke..”

Before he could say anything else, the teens noticed a slight shift in the window blinds where a light was on in your apartment.

‘Holy crap, i hope thats not her, i’d shit myself if it is!’

“C-C’mon Okuyasu, lets get out of here, I-I’ll race you!” He bolted down the sidewalk in the direction of his house, with his best friend in tow.

It was you who had peeked out the window from your living room, but only because you were startled by the sound of someone shouting. You didn’t see anyone when you fully pulled the blinds back, must’ve been your imagination. Putting the window back as it was, you returned to your studying.

#josuke x reader #Josuke Higashikata #josuke imagine #josuke higashikata x reader #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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It Has Its Uses Princess P4

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT

COUPLE BENNY WATTS X READER

RATING SMUT AF

I smirked to myself strangely loving having so much power over him moving to the backseat amongst our things grabbing his shirt and kissing him deeply, he smirked wrapping his arms around me

"Ummm princess, you like sucking my cock that much?"

"Maybe I did"

"Did you now? Well you can suck my cock as much as you want if… you're my girlfriend"

"Not happening watts"

"Ohh it will. I guarantee princess" he growled pulling my panties off from under my dress undoing his jeans letting his rock hard erection jump free I instinctively licked my lips and he smirked more "see, you want me don't you princess?" He whispered "say it for me princess, tell me how bad you want me"

"Never-"

"Ummm my bad bad girl" he smirked slapping my arse hard "tell me you want me princess? And I'll fuck your pretty pussy" he smirked groping my arse "tell me how bad you want me to fuck you. How bad you want me inside you. How much are you begging for me princess…"

"Make me Benny"

"Make you? Well… as you command my princess" he smirked thrusting as deep inside me as he could get biting on his lip hard as he held my hips bouncing me forcing me to move on him, I tried to slow but he wouldn't let me bouncing me on him at an inhuman pase making me moan and scream I to his neck "see if you'd just been a good girl and did as I asked I wouldn't have to torcher your pretty pussy," he smirked slapping my arse again "ummm you've been such a bad bad girl today. You know what I think?" He smirked "I think my little princess wants to be my girlfriend but doesn't like admitting just how much she loves me? Well I'd think you'd know by now princess it isn't up to you" he growled bouncing me harder as he did I hit my orgasum grabbing him hard but he was merciless and didn't stop for a moment not even slowing at all "come on princess tell me how bad you want me, tell me how bad you wanna be my girlfriend, tell me how much you love me princess"

"Benny please" I whined tried from my orgasum and from the non stop bouncing before I knew what was happening I could feel another building I bit his neck as I hit it which made him stop and finish deep inside me filling me up as I calmed down

"Fuck I love you princess"

"Shut up Benny" I sighed almost collapsing on him.

Next thing I remember I woke up in some little motel room tucked up in bed in my nightie against benny's chest as he sat reading one of his chess books

"Oohh hello sleepyhead" he smiled kissing my head

"I uhh I missed something didn't I?'

"You feel asleep, so I got us a hotel. We're not far from new york we'll get to my apartment in the morning," he explained

"Did you?" I asked looking at my nightie

"I did, I thought you'd wanna be more… cosy"

“Umm cosy? Or did you just wanna take my clothes off?” I asked

“I reserve my right not to answer that question” he smirked “Are you cosy?” He asks

“Very cosy” I smiled nuzzling closer to his warm bare chest he smiled cuddling me a little closer “God damn it” I sighed

“What? Aren’t you cosy and snuggly?” he asked

“I am but now I need the bathroom” I sighed

“Aww it's okay, go on I’ll be here when you get back?”

“I might shower too as I have to get up”

“Go on then y/n” He says giving me a little kiss on the head I smiled getting up and going to the bathroom turning the shower on letting it slowly heat up as I slipped my nightie off, I checked the water again and climbed in letting the warm water casgade over me "hi princess" he smirked making me jump as he was leant against the skin his arms cross over his chest looking at me observing me in that stupid Benny watts way.

"Ahh! Get out you perv!" I yelled covering myself up

"Really y/n? Nothing I haven't seen before princess" he smirked coming over throwing off his clothes and climbing in the shower with me wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing himself completely against my back his head on my shoulder "hi princess"

"What do you want Benny?"

"I missed you" he shrugs

"That's a reason to climb in my shower?"

"I missed you, very badly"

"Sure you did"

"Didn't you miss me too?"

"Not really Benny it was five minutes, ohh god your not one of those massively clingy boys are you?"

"Why? Do you not like clingy boys?"

"Not really no,"

"Why not?"

"Because I have stuff to do that doesn't involve you being attached to my waist like a scared cat"

"What do you care? I'm not your boyfriend as you keep insisting" he laughs kissing my neck "come on, don't you hate being single? Don't you find our little nights together such fun princess? If you where my girlfriend, we could do it like that every single night" he suggested

"Every night?" I smirked

"Every time you want to princess," he smirked "so, that sound nice?"

"It does sound nice' I smirked playing with his hair w little "so anything I ask? Anytime I ask it?"

"If you where my girlfriend, I'd really treat you like a princess. Give you anything you desire my sweet beautiful princess" he muttered between kisses

"I thought you where already doing anything I asked?'

"I am. Anything my princess asks of me to make her my girlfriend by the time we get to new york"

"Anything?"

"Anything y/n"

"You really like me don't you?'

'ummm I love you princess"

"Ughh enough of that word Benny"

"What word? Princess or-"

"You know what word" I interupted

He smirked moving me tighter to him under the spray of water from the showerhead his hand grabbing my breast and the other moving down slipping three of his long slender fingers inside me making me gasp leaning in him a little more

"I love you princess, I do, I love my little y/n. And I want her to be my girlfriend. So come on… tell me you love me and we can put all the formalities behind us princess'

"Benny-" I complained as his fingers moved faster and faster finger fucking me mercilously

"It's all you have to do princess, just say it. And then we can go to my apartment in new york, get cosy in my bed, go out to dinner, play some chess in our underwear, go to tournaments together, share nice fancy hotel rooms, go for dinner atleast once every trip so we get to try somewhere new and fancy, then we can maybe move in together in a few months, and then maybe… get a puppy? Or a kitten whichever you want princess" he smirked kissing my neck "just say you love me? And say you'll be my girlfriend" he smirked his hand leaving my breast rubbing on my clit as mercilously as his other hand moved

"Benny enough-" I gasped already feelings close

"Humm how about this? If you cum? Then your my girlfriend"

"What! That's not fair!'

"Cum and your my girlfriend, let's see how long you can resist me princess" he growled his hand moving away from my clit making me relax a little but he grabbed the showerhead moving it to spray the inescapable jets of water on my clit and pussy his fingers still moving, I tried to squirm or push him away but it was impossible "your not getting out of this princess, I did everything you've asked of me and you said if I did by new york you'd be my girlfriend. We're nearly there," he smirked "almost as close as you are princess' he smirked "don't you wanna be my girlfriend? I could do this to you every single night. Make love to you the slutty way you like it wherever you want me too? Just sat it and I'll let you cum."

"I thought if I came I was your girlfriend"

"Exactly, your not getting out of this, your my girlfriend either way princess" he smirked pulling his fingers out, I breathed trying to relax but before I could he pushed inside me getting me even closer to the edge that I was trying to avoid "ummm so tight tonight princess? Uuuuummm your gonna cum aren't you? Your close? Uuuhh uummmm you feel so good princess" he growled biting in my neck working as fast and hard as his fingers where "come on y/n, cum! I need to feel you finish around me uuuhh! I'm close to princess"

"Benny please i-"

"Fine you don't have to be my girlfriend if you cum, please just-" he began and instantly I let myself relax and I hit my orgasum immediately which got him there too dropping the showerhead onto the floor and grabbing me tight as his hips bucked inside me "uuh uuughhhhh! Fuck! Remind me about this when we get to mine'

"About what?' I asked gasping my hands on the shower to keep us both up

"How fucking amazing shower sex with you is!" He smirked "fuck that felt good"

"It did' I giggled pushing him out of me, he leant against the wall getting his breath back so I put the shower head back and laid my head on him

"You where literally holding that weren't you?'

"I was"

"You don't wanna be my girlfriend that badly?'

"Benny…. It's not that I don't want to. I'm open to it. But I don't know" I explain "I'm open to a date"

"Okay. A date" he smiled giving me a kiss "I still love you princess"

"Shut up Benny" I told him giving him a kiss "now bugger off I need to shower" I warned him so he got out the shower and wrapped one of this little motels towels around himself

"I wanted to ask you something?"

"What?" I sighed getting on with my washing

"Dinner, tomorrow night in new york?"

"What about it?"

"Did you wanna go out to dinner? Or would you like a little dinner date in my apartment?"

"Who said it was a date?"

"I did princess. You have till tomorrow lunch time to decide,"

"Why till then?"

"Because if I'm taking you out, then I know a little place but I have to call up a mate of mine who works there to get us in on such short notice"

"Sounds fancy"

"It is. Well if you're my girlfriend I have to treat you sometimes"

"Not your girlfriend Benny"

"Yet princess"

"Whatever Benny" I sighed getting myself a towel getting wrapped up and heading into the rest of the hotel room drying off and getting my nightie on but as I did I walked into the bedpost "fuck!" I complained

"Oi! I heard that" Benny warns from the bathroom where he was still doing something I wasn't sure what "I am so spanking you when I get in there's

'no you can't!' I giggled getting into bed so he couldn't stealing all the covers as he came around the corner

"Don't think getting into bed and getting all cosy is going to stop.me from giving you a spanking princess"

"Noooo" I whined

"Well a naughty little princess shouldn't swear" he warns getting into bed flipping me over to lay on my stomach pulling up my nightie to expose my bare skin spanking me a good five times before he got sorted with his book for the evening, I turned over and pouted a little where my skin now stung "don't pout princess" he says wrapping an arm around me

"I walked into the bed I think that's fair"

"You might. I don't"

"What where you doing anyway?' I asked resting my head on his shoulder

"Getting ready for bed? I brushed my teeth and went to that bathroom?"

"You don't do that when you sleep over after sex?"

"Because I usually fall asleep after sex so I don't bother, I do it in the morning once I leave" he explained "ready for bed?" I nodded as he out his book down turning off the light and the two of us getting cosy in this bed "goodnight princess" he smiled giving me a kiss

"Ooh minty" I smiled

"You're too cute when you wanna be" he smiled giving me a another kiss and pulling me close to him "sleep tight princess"

"Goodnight Benny" I smiled nuzzling close to his warm skin.

I woke up to the sounds of cars and bikes starting up undoubtedly in the parking lot for the hotel. I glanced at the clock and saw it was almost half eight so I stired a little still undecided on weather or not I wanted to wake up. Which in turn made Benny shift and move tightening his arm around my waist

"Morning Benny" I smiled my voice a little horse where I needed a drink but no response so I gently moved my shoulder where he rested his head "hello?"

"Hum?" He grumbled still no where near awake

"Good morning"

"Ooh… good morning y/n" he yawns "what time is it?"

"Half eight" I answered as his yawn made me yawn a little

"Eight? Uughhh why must you awaken me at such ungodly hours when I sleep in the same bed as you?" He complained

"If you wanna date me Benny get used to it"

"Fine, hey… you wanna fool around before we load up the car and head to my place?" He suggested kissing up my neck

"No thanks benny, I wanna sleep some more" I yawned turning over forcing him on his back and nuzzling with his bare chest

"Hey, come on you woke me up. If we get sorted we can go get hash browns for breakfast?"

"Ummm" I groaned nuzzling closer to him

"Hash browns… and fried chicken?" He suggests gently squeezing me

"Who's paying for it?' I asked nuzzling closer to his skin

"I will as you so sleepy"

"Fine!" I groaned getting up and fixing my nightie where it had moved in the night

"So, dinner tonight? My place or do you wanna go out?"

"Uhh yours. I don't think I'm in the mood to go out today" I explain

"Alright, we can go shopping on the way. I will need milk. For coffee."

"Coffee is essential"

"And you said you needed stuff didn't you? Soap and what not?"

"Umm I do," I yawned slowly getting dressed

"Awww sleepy little princess today" he smiled getting out of the bed to give me a cuddle "it's okay you can sleep in the car if you want," he says kissing my head and going to get dressed himself.

#benny #benny x reader #benny watts #benny watts smut #BENNYWATTS #tbs #thomas sangster #thomas #thomas brodie sangster #thomassangster #thomasbrodiesangster #thequeensgambit

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sohin-ace · 3 years

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Hermes - Switching Cells

*looks at watch* Would you look at that? It's gay time!

Fem reader

"Why did they make us switch cells again?" You glanced up at the tall dark-skinned girl next to you as she scoffed, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

"Pfff... Some bullshit." She huffed exasperatedly, "They caught two girls being all nasty and frisky and they got mad."

Hermes and you were currently both walking along the hallways, all your belongings in your arms as two assigned guards escorted you, holding onto the chains tied to your handcuffs like a lifeline as they kept careful watch over you.

You could see other inmates doing the same from the corner of your eyes, moving from corridor to corridor and getting ushered to pack their stuff faster.

Everyone in the prison were to move from their cells and switch cellmates. It was the new rule that had just been established after some people decided to act a tad more intimate than they should appropriately have within a strict prison and disturbed other inmates as well as some night duty guards.

When the announcement was made in the court yard, the entire staff present to break the very important news down to the people, all the inmates started laughing their asses off between annoyed grunts and 'booh's.

Anyone would. How stupid was that rule? What kind of prison even forbade physical relationships between inmates? How was intercourse ever harmful to jail discipline? Weren't prisons in Florida famous for rape culture and letting inmates basically abuse each other? What about 'prison sexuality'?

All these questions you and your fellow comrades couldn't answer.

Your assigned guards set you up in your new cell after you finally reached it and locked the door behind you two, leaving you to settle down before phone calls time.

You stared around the small windowless room, cemented walls and armored door. Well that sure changed from the huge bars from before. To be fair this cell seemed even better than the old one.

"So... What are these things for?" You pointed at the bars on the small frame cut on the metallic door.

"To prevent girls from snatching each other I guess? Not like that would stop anyone but ya know... No one else but the guards on duty can see the inmates now so I suppose that's what they wanted." Hermes cleared, still salty from the ordeal and unnecessary bother.

She threw her belongings somewhere and you turned your gaze away from the door, you could only agree with her scepticism. "Hmmm... Yeah that's bullshit."

Hermes plopped herself onto one of the beds with a breathy groan, supporting the back of her head with her arms, certainly claiming that bed as hers.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise and slight confusion when you realized that the two beds were in the complete opposite sides of the room.

"They... They even removed the bunk beds?"

"Yeah," She scoffed with a smile. "To be honest that just makes what they want to prevent easier. Like, you could easily just- Tch, I'll never understand the warden."

You looked around a bit before putting away your stuff neatly, unaware of your cellmate's sneaky and insistant eyes on you.

"Are you gonna be okay? Without F.F., I mean." You asked without taking your eyes off of your current task.

"Hah, you should worry more about her than me. She's the one that's stuck with Jojo."

"Hey, Jolyne's not that bad..." You chuckled in your ex-cellmate's defense, "...When she puts her panties away, at least."

The room became awfully silent until you suddenly heard Hermes chuckle lowly, almost evilly, even. You turned your head around to look over your shoulder and saw the latina give you a mischievous sideway glance.

You blinked and furrowed your brows at her in confusion but she only smirked back, swallowing another chuckle.

"Girl, do you want to have a good laugh?"

Her sudden deep voice made you gulp and you swore you felt a wave of heat wash over you and a pearl of sweat glide down your forehead.

Oh no, first of all, she didn't have any business being this hot, sprawled on her bed like that, her strong arms flexing effortlessly and her enticing smirk reaching her golden-green eyes.

Secondly, you knew that when Hermes had ideas, they were almost just as bad as Jolyne's. And God knows that Jolyne could scream dumbass energy like no one else sometimes. Especially when she was bored or horny. Or both.

You bit your lower lip and nodded at her. Hopefully you wouldn't be in trouble because of her genius plans, but again, it just made it all the more exciting.

Hermes jumped off the bed and struggled to keep the grin off her face as she glanced at the barred door. God she was so gorgeous and she didn't even brag about it.

She approached you and landed one strong hand on your shoulder, bringing her index towards her green painted lips in a shushing gesture.

"Here's what we're gonna do..."

She leaned in and explained the plan in a sweet hushed tone and you could barely concentrate on her words when she was this close to you, whispering with her overly endearing mexican accent. God, how could one be so cute and so sexy at the same time?

You tried your best to keep a straight face as she laid her evil plan out to you, but you could feel her breath hitting your lips and you had to clear your throat many times to cover the small squeals you unwillingly let out.

The more she explained, the more you could feel your face warm up. Not only because you were trying hard to not stare at her very inviting lips but also, and mostly, because of what her plan actually implied.

Hermes sure was a bold woman, but this plan would piss off the guards so much and be so incredibly funny if nicely executed, but at the same time, it was a bit, if not very, inappropriate and risky, which you got to figure out, was something she very much enjoyed.

"You sure about that, Hermes...? It's a bit... It's embarassing." You hesitated, visibly flustered but she squeezed your arm in reassurance.

"Come on! Don't be like that, it's gonna be so much fun!" She grinned at you and she knew you could hardly resist or refuse her anything. "Y/N, please? It'll be so worth it babygirl, trust me."

You gulped and nodded. Oh well, what's the worst that could possibly happen?

"A-aah!! I-... I can't do this...!"

"Ughh... Come on, bebé, just like that, yes...Yes!"

Very suggestive noises of the two cellmates echoed in the room and throughout the prison corridors. A wanton mix of grunts and whimpers and moans. What could be going on in this prison?

"I-Ah!... Aaah, no~!" You whined breathlessly and Hermes groaned right after you, accompagnying you in your, quite strange, string of sounds.

"Yes! That's it, Y/N! Do that again!"

"Hermes, I-...nnghh!! Fuck!"

"You gotta move like this Y/N! Yeah, r-right there! Aah! Perfect!"

Some guards on walking duty were passing by and stopped, alerted by the horrendous noises, easily heard by anyone nearby, and that left very little, if not nothing to the imagination.

"A-aah please! Hermes! I can't-..." You gasped, your voice leaving you, "No more..."

Hermes, motivated, encouraged you further, purring, "No, no, you're doing great babe... Hmmm...That's what I like to see... Ah yes..!"

The guards hurried up to the cell you two were dwelling in and banged loudly on the metal door in hopes to shut you up.

"What the hell is going on here?!" One guard screamed and tried to check inside the room. But you girls were hidden right against the door, underneath the frame and perfectly in the guards' blind spot.

You two stiffled a laugh and continued on whatever you were doing. Yes. The plan was coming together amazingly.

Hermes was currently showing you some 'magic tricks' with playing cards. You were of course, completely failing and clumsily dropping the cards all over the place after trying your best to swipe and hold them in a way that would make any spectator blind to your misdirection and believe the cards were disappearing in your hands.

The Mexican was surprisingly good at these card tricks, things that she learned during her childhood, but she decided to add a little... spice to your teaching session. Something that would drive the prison staff nuts. Something that would make you pass time wonderfully in this boring prison.

"I can't do this, Hermes, we... We have to stop!" You cried with a hitched breath and the dark-skinned girl shushed you.

"Shhh. Relax, Y/N. You're too tense. Curl your fingers a bit. Oh-Yeah... Just like that... Aah~... See?"

"Yo-you're too good at this..."

"Let me teach you, guapa." She rasped and you let out an exaggerated ragged moan that she had to muster all her self-control to not burst into a laughing fit. What an actress you were.

"AAAHH~!"

The other guard came in to join his partner after leaving to call for help and you two could hear them bickering over what to do. The youngest, after getting insulted way too many names, eventually walked off again to call the supervisor.

"Come here supervisor! I heard them! Those two are at it as well!"

"Those damn lesbians, I'm so fucking tired!" The first guard commented as the supervisor stomped towards your cell and grumbled.

"I swear, these fucking girls are all so horny!" The man punched at the door, almost breaking it off its hinges and making you both flinch under the door. "HEY! MOVE AWAY FROM THE FUCKING DOOR YOU SLUTS!"

You put your hands over your mouths to silence your endless snickers and hurriedly got up, getting into the supervisor's view in front of the door's barred frame and forcing straight faces out of you.

"A problem, sir?" Hermes asked as calm as ever, her smirk effectively washed off her face.

"What the FUCK were you two doing in there?!" He growled, clearly not amused and way too busy to deal with that kind of joke.

"Nothing sir. We're playing with cards. Are we not allowed to?" She feigned as she tilted her head slightly, quirking an arrogant eyebrow. She too, was quite the actress.

"Tch, you freaks, I'm coming in." The supervisor fumbled messily with the keys and unlocked the door, missing the keyhole at least three times before succeeding, opening it wide and checked you two up and down scrutinizingly.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Neither of you looked disheveled in the slightest, and there were indeed cards sprawled onto the floor and in your hands.

He let out a suspicious drawn-out grunt and squinted his eyes at you, pointing an accusing finger at you two as he slowly backed out the door.

"I got my eyes on you, Costello, L/N. Don't you fucking mess with me." He hissed before slamming the door and locked it, walking away with the other guards close behind him.

When they were all out of earshot, you two finally burst into a laughter that you had been desperately containing as you slid back against the door, holding your stomach with pain from laughing so much.

"Man, we really got them!" Hermes obnoxiously sneered and you could only laugh back, contaminated by her laughter.

"Yeah! It was genius! And the overly lewd noises too! He was so red!" You added between laughs and slapped her arm playfully.

You both continued until your laughter died down a bit. You kept giggling softly and Hermes leaned over, smirking at you.

"Well," She purred and you looked back at her with wide eyes as she slid her hand up and down your thigh sensually. "Since they won't suspect a thing now, let's just get into the real deal, you're okay with that babe?"

And just like that, she grabbed your wrist and gently pinned you to the floor, connecting your lips with hers in a hungry and wet kiss.

And indeed, they did not suspect a thing after that.

Bonus:

"So Y/N is a bottom, huh?" Jolyne sneered as you all sat together at the cafeteria at lunchtime.

You gasped and blushed and Hermes wore her favourite expression. The smug one.

"I don't know what bottom is, but if Y/N is that I guess I approve." F.F said her straw between her lips before she slurped her drink again.

"Shut up. All of you!"

To be honest I didn't know what the Mexican accent sounded like until I started hanging out with @gio-is-writing and ??? Hello? Cute? Sexy? Be mine already.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #writing #jojo #x reader #reader insert #jjba #hermes costello #hermes costello x reader #hermes #hermes x reader #part 6 #jojo part 6 #stone ocean #jojo no kimyou na bouken

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