#So I'm smacking my friends in the face with rocks while sliding or have to wait for everyone to catch up all the time

[vynnyal]

Btw I'm basically speedrunning now

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Warden's Wrath

"write a fic based off this concept" they said, "it'll be fun and quick and easy" they said, "it'll be like 1-1.5k words tops!!" they said

they are my brain. I did write it. it was fun. but it was not quick and easy. and it is not 1k words. it is, in fact, 3k and it did, in fact, take me 3 full days

anyway. I hope everyone enjoys it regardless lmao, it was still super fun to write and the concept is AWESOME!!

concept from this post and this post/ask here, and special thanks to @emmadoodlewrites, @twordishfics, @fluffallamaful, and @cayjuno for all of your wonderful and incredible additions and ideas!! this literally would not exist without you guys so thank you all :))

lee!george, lee!dream, ler!warden?? idk lmao, 3.3k words

enjoy <3

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George felt his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he tilted his head against the stone wall behind him. He closed his eyes, taking in deep, chest-rocking breaths as he caught his stamina up for what he knew was about to be one of the most difficult fights yet this challenge. The three hunters had watched with horror painted faces as Dream ran through the cave directly into the Warden's main room, and George didn't think he had to verbalize how much he absolutely dreaded the idea of following him for Bad and Sapnap to agree with him.

He decides to do it anyway.

"Do we know if we're like… prepared enough to follow him in there?" George asked softly, taking a moment to eat a slice of bread and pass pieces to his friends. He followed suit with the canisters of water as Bad responded to him.

"I believe so," he reassured, nodding his head as he spoke. "We have enough food and water, and our armor is pretty solid. And he probably thinks we won't follow him in for a while, so the sooner we do the better. I'm confident in us."

"I'm glad someone is," Sapnap cut in, capping the canister of water and slipping it back into his bag. "But it doesn't matter either way. We have to go in, like… a minute ago."

"Okay, Sapnap, you go first, you're good at getting good first crits on him. Then me, then George, I'll tank any hits he throws that miss you and George will be there to hopefully get another crit or two while he's busy with us. Sounds good?" Bad explained, stepping to be in between the other two to be ready in order. George and Sapnap both nodded, grabbing their swords and gripping their shields tight as they followed Bad's lead into the ready position. 

There was nothing left to do but charge. And, so, they did.

Bad counted down from three and Sapnap rounded the corner, heading in the direction they saw Dream go, quietly but not stealthily. Suddenly, they saw Dream hiding behind a rock in the corner of the room, and Sapnap yelled out a loud 'there he is!' before all three hunters b-lined directly towards him. 

George held his sword and shield tight as he ran, determined to win this challenge if it was the last thing he ever did, when suddenly he felt something wrap around his ankle and his shoulder and elbow were hitting the floor. He yelped, both in shock and pain from smacking the ground so hard. His sword had fallen out of his hand, clanging against the brick portion of the floor he was on, and his shield only partially broke his fall as it laid half underneath and half to the side of him.

"George?!" He heard Bad yell to him from a distance, and he heard the noises of Sapnap and Dream's weapons hitting against each other as Sapnap single handedly fought a battle that was meant to be three against one. George attempted to stand back up, assuming he had just tripped on something on the ground, but gasped as he found out he was unable to pull his leg away. He whipped his head around to look down, shocked when he saw what seemed to be dark blue vines wrapped around his ankle, slowly sliding to wrap around his entire leg.

"What–" George whispered to himself, kicking and pulling at his trapped leg and letting out another noise of surprise when his squirming only caused the vines to wrap tighter and further up his leg. As the vines moved, they seemed to almost vibrate against his skin from the inside out, and George wouldn't be able to describe that feeling as anything but the weirdest thing he's ever felt in his life.

He wasn't able to think much more about it, though, as suddenly everyone in the room stopped dead in their tracks at the sound of loud, booming footsteps approaching them. George is pretty sure he stopped breathing when the Warden rounded the corner and looked directly at him, caught helplessly in the vines in the middle of the room.

Before George could even think to move away or make another attempt to escape, the Warden took a deep breath and let out the loudest, most ear-piercing shriek he had ever heard in his life, straight in his direction. George yelled, covering his ears momentarily before his arms shot down to wrap around his torso. When the Warden screeched, it sent a shockwave through George's body, and every area of his skin tingled. He squeezed his eyes shut and curled his body up, knees pushing his arms further into his stomach as he leaned forward and rested his forehead on the bricks below him, bracing himself for what he assumed was about to be the worst pain he's ever felt.

Only it wasn't painful. The shockwave and vibrations didn't hurt at all. 

Instead, it tickled. It really, really tickled.

George bit his lip, holding his torso tighter, letting out a small whimper in confusion at why the hell he felt like there were a thousand fingers poking his ribs and sides and a hundred hands scratching at his tummy all at once. He held in his laughter as best as he could, only small noises coming out every few seconds. This didn't last too long, though, because the second he tried to sit up slightly to try to gather himself, he realized that the unbearable feeling was also on his legs, and he was suddenly hit with the same amount of fingers and hands squeezing at his knees and skittering up and down his thighs. George screamed out in laughter, unable to keep himself steady any longer, and his entire body curled up as much as he could manage. 

"George!?" Someone yelled, and through his laughter, George could make out that it was Sapnap this time. He heard a sword hit the ground and suddenly felt two bodies by his side, feeling his face heat up as he remembered how many of his friends were in the room. He managed to bring one hand away from his torso to cover his mouth, but this did nothing but muffle his already present laughter. "George, are you alright?"

George shook his head, attempting to say something in response but being cut off by another squeal when he felt the invisible hands trace the side of his neck up to his ears.

"What's happening?" Another voice asked, and George was briefly able to look up from his position to see that Dream had actually walked towards them, still keeping his distance as he spoke but obviously only there to help. "I called Jimmy for a time out, is he okay?"

"I don't know," Sapnap replied, reaching forward and putting a hand on George's shoulder when he seemed to finally be calming down. George flinched at his hand, before his body relaxed completely in exhaustion and he fell onto his side on the ground, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He crossed his arms over his chest, holding onto his opposite shoulders, and pulling his knees up to his chest. 

"Gogy?" Bad spoke quietly, resting his hand on George's hand and gently rubbing his knuckle with his thumb. "Are you alright?"

"Thahat…" George finally spoke, voice horse from his laughter. He swallowed before he spoke again, eyes still closed but not as harshly this time. "That was tortuhure… whaha– whahahat the hell just happened…"

"Can you, like, can you describe it to us?" Dream asked, having taken a few steps closer to now stand to the right of where Sapnap was kneeling. George took a moment before he answered, waiting until he was sure he could talk through his laughter and his body was calm enough to relax.

"It was… it was, like…" George started, cheeks turning even more pink at the idea of explaining what just happened. "Don't make fun of me, okay?" The other three nodded. "Okay, it was, like… it tickled. Like, so bad, it felt like every single bone in my body was shaking and every nerve in me was on fire but it was just… tickling? I don't – I don't really know how to explain it, but it felt like I wasn't even in my own body anymore, like all I could focus on was how much it tickled and I couldn't even think of a way to get out of it, plus this stupid vine–!" George cut himself off to sit up, pointing at the vine that was just starting to retract from his leg. "It grabbed me! And it wouldn't let go, and that tickled too, and every time I tried to move away it held tighter, and I couldn't– I couldn't think!"

"Did it, like… hurt?" Sapnap asked hesitantly, hand still resting on George's arm.

"No! That's the weird part! It didn't hurt at all! I expected it to, I braced for it at first because I expected it to hurt, but it didn't! It literally just tickled so bad everywhere in my body that I literally couldn't function as a person." 

"Are you okay now?" Dream asked.

"I-I think so… I don't feel it anymore."

"That's good. We're glad you're okay, Geo–" Bad started, but was interrupted by Sapnap.

"Bad." He turned his attention to Sapnap, and Sapnap flickered his eyes between him, George, and where Dream was standing next to him. Bad gave him a confused look, but Sapnap just widened his eyes and flicked his head towards Dream. As if a light bulb was switched on, Bad understood what Sapnap was trying to say. And, perfectly on cue, George gathered what they were planning as well, and all three hunters' eyes were on Dream.

Dream knew that look all too well.

"Uh… well, if George is okay, I'm gonna– I'm gonna go, and uh… let Jimmy know we're good, cool?" Dream explained, slowly walking backwards away from the hunters. Bad and Sapnap stood up, and Dream tried to turn around and run away, but before he could even get all the way around Sapnap had grabbed him by the arms. His shoes slipped on the dirt and dust on the ground when he was abruptly pulled back, causing him to lose his footing and fall completely against Sapnap, into his grasp. "NO!" He yelped, trying to stand up straight to squirm away, but because of his and Sapnap's height difference and the way Sapnap was holding him, it was almost impossible. 

"I GOT HIM!" Sapnap yelled, giggling to himself as he watched Dream struggle. He managed to pull Dream all the way back to where George had gotten hit by the shockwave, lightly kicking the back of his knees so he would drop to the ground, Sapnap following.

"NO! No, let go, fuck off!" Dream yelled as Sapnap held onto one of his arms, pushing at him with the free one until Bad came and grabbed that one. "Fuck OFF!"

"You fuck off! George, set the sensors off!" 

"DON'T! George, don't!" Dream tried to protest, putting on his best puppy dog eyes that he knew always worked on George, but George wasn't even looking at him as he ran around the room and set off the sensors. Dream could only watch in anticipation and nervousness as the Warden turned back around, looking right at him, as it heard the sensors go off. As it inhaled deeply, just like it did before George was struck, Sapnap and Bad dropped his arms and sprinted to either side of the room. Dream thought he could make a break for it and maybe dodge the attack, but his idea was crushed when he moved to stand up and one of the vines– the same one that had gotten to George– grabbed him by the wrist and held him in place. "No no nono, oh God, no," He mumbled to himself, pulling at the vine as he heard the Warden's chilling screech for the second time, even more chilling now that it was directed at him. 

Dream squealed when the shockwave hit him, exactly like how George had, clamping his free hand over his mouth as he doubled over in laughter. 

At first, when George had explained the feeling, Dream thought he was exaggerating, that there was no way something invisible could affect him that badly, especially not bad enough to warrant the reactions and cool down time that George had dealt with. But now that he was the one experiencing it, he honestly admired George for even being able to put the feeling into words. The tickling sensation was way more intense than he had imagined, focused the most on his tummy and spreading all over, out to his hip bones, up to his highest ribs right by his armpits, and down to the backs of his knees and the soles of his feet. 

Dream's back arched on instinct as the tingling sensation swirled around in his stomach, combined with the already present fluttering of butterflies. His feet were flat against the floor, pressing hard into the bricks and stomping every so often to uselessly try to dispel the tickles, knees bent and pulled up to his chest. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut when he noticed Sapnap and Bad had come to sit cross legged on either side of him. He buried his face in his knees, giggling and shaking his head harder as Sapnap reached over to pull his hand away from his mouth. 

"If you surrender we'll make it stop, Dreamie," Bad teased, ruffling Dream's hair from his curled up state and running one nail over the shell of his ear. Dream could only laugh in response, not even positive he was hearing his friends correctly from how much his thoughts were jumbled. He squirmed away from Bad's hand, jerking his head to the side and trying to pull his arm away from Sapnap.

"Shuhuhut– stohohop ihihit!" He said through a breath, trying to stop himself from laughing but only breaking into more cackles as the tingling slid up and down his sides. His back arched again, and he was successful in pulling his arm back, but he fell backwards slightly, hitting something solid behind him that he knew wasn't a wall. He fluttered his eyes open for a moment, blinking away a few tears that had formed in the corners from how hard be was squeezing them shut, glancing up to see George standing behind him. He was honestly pretty grateful to have him there, happy to have something to lean against as his core strength was dwindling from the feeling in his tummy. He let his body fall limp against George, closing his eyes again and tilting his head back as he struggled through his giggles.

"Come on, you know you want to, it would be so easy! Just say, 'I give up', and this can all be over," George added onto the teasing, reaching forward to run his hand through the front of Dream's hair to pull a few stray pieces from his face. Dream shook his head slightly, nose scrunching as he giggled more.

"Noho– fuhuck yohou–" Dream tried to protest, but was cut off when Sapnap leaned forward and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and blowing a raspberry on his tummy before he could even realize what was happening. He yelled out Sapnap's name, back arching again before he collapsed against George's legs. The force that he hit George's knees with made him stumble back slightly, still present enough for Dream's comfort, but Dream slid down slightly to lay more flat as a result. "Gohohohod– yohohou suhuck!" Dream whined, making the other three laugh a little at him.

He turned to lay on his side, crossing his legs at the ankles and curling his toes inside his shoes, grabbing at the vine that held his wrist before burying his face in his arm and groaning. He laughed freely now, knowing there was no way he could even try to stop the tickling, he just had to ride it out. He let out a loud squeal when the tickling stopped on the rest of his body but focused its energy entirely on his tummy and sides, unable to stop himself from squirming and yelling out in laughter.

"OHOH myhyhy gohohod! Ihihi– I cahahahan't, plehehehe– I gihihive uhuhup, plehehehease!" Dream managed to stutter out through his laughter, voice high pitched and his legs kicking out as the sensation finally, finally started to dull to a soft tingle. It was still enough to make him giggle almost non-stop, but it fizzled out enough for him to catch his breath a bit. 

"What was that?" Bad asked with a smirk, and Sapnap reached over to grab Dream's shoulder and turn him into his back. Dream groaned, letting his body be turned but turning his head away. Sapnap reached over to grab Dream's hand, sliding his fingers between Dream's and holding tightly. Bad followed his movements, grabbing Dream's other hand as the vine around his arm snaked away. Dream squeezed both of their hands instinctively, still reeling from the tickles, and not fully rid of the sensation yet.

"I gihihi– I gihive up!" Dream said, laughter breathy as he got out the last of his giggles. He inhaled as much air as he could manage, letting out little chuckles here and there, a smile permanently plastered to his face. "Jesus christ… I feel– I feel like I just saw God."

"I tried to warn you people!" George yelled, making everyone else giggle along with him.

Sapnap took the initiative and let Jimmy know the challenge was over, and that the hunters had won. He went over to where Dream had left his bag of items, slinging it over his shoulder before walking back over to Dream and offering him a hand to stand up. He did so, legs wobbly, and George let him lean on his shoulder for support as they started to walk out of the cave together, Bad following their map and leading the way.

"That was… the most unfair ending to a challenge I've ever been through. That should count as cheating, I think."

"What?! Absolutely not! If you had found out about that and used it against one of us you would be totally fine with it, so shut up, it's not our fault you're just so unbelievably ticklish," Sapnap replied incredulously, reaching over and acting like he was about to poke Dream's stomach. Dream practically screeched at his movement, curling his entire body around George to avoid the fingers.

"DO NOT! Do not!" Dream complained, pointing a finger at Sapnap before continuing to walk alongside George. "I think one day me and you should bring these two muffinheads down here and show them how it feels, huh, Georgie?"

"What?"

"No!" 

Bad and Sapnap yelled at the same time, Bad whipping his head around to look behind him and Sapnap taking a step away to avoid being too close to them.

"You will do nothing of the sort, Dream, I'll tell you that much, to be a hundred and ten percent clear. You either, George," Sapnap shut the idea down, walking ahead to catch up with Bad.

"Don't bring me into this, I would rather just forget any of this happened," George chimed in, and Dream's shoulders slumped, because George's tone sounded genuine and he would never force George to plan revenge for something he didn't feel comfortable with.

Until George craned his neck to look behind and up at Dream, smiling mischievously and nodding his head with a wink.

Dream decided he may have to write these coordinates down at some point.

[msdaisyfae]

I wrote a short story for my ~♡historically close female friend♡~ just daydreaming about the next time I see her

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There are 81 days, approximately, before I will be able to see and hold you again. Please believe me when I say that my arms are aching for you. My breath catches with the memory of your lips on mine, your hands sliding up my ribs leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I keep thinking about you standing in your heels - in only your heels - at the end of the bed in the hotel room, turning slowly for me, blushing and smiling at me in that way you do. I keep thinking about the rope pulling at your soft flesh. Your breasts rounding as I wrap the rope around them, restricting blood flow. I keep thinking about gently placing a gag between your teeth- don't want to disturb the other hotel guests.  I'm imagining your eyes on mine as I reach between your legs and feel how wet you are, and then how much wetter you'll be when I help you to kneel on the bed, and order you to spread your legs.

I think about taking a picture for Ben, with your consent, of course. I lean over you, pressing my hips into yours, reaching forward to pinch your nipple and whisper in your ear.  "Are you going to be good for me tonight, petal?"  You nod, because you really are such a good, well behaved slut when you want to be, and you're rewarded with my fingers dipping into you and gently circling your clit.  The sound of your muffled whimper will have my own clit throbbing as I withdraw my hand and gently replace it with a vibrator set on low.

I warn you not to put your legs together, while secretly hoping that you will, because I am desperate to send you back to your husband with my handprint on your asscheek. Maybe if you're lucky he'll give you a matching one on the other side. As you moan around your gag, I increase the speed and start moving the head of the vibrator in a repeating pattern, making you reflexively grind your hips into it.  I put my hand in yours and tell you to squeeze it when you feel yourself building up to an orgasm. You've been doing a very good job keeping your legs open so I reward you with a smack anyway.  You yelp, and I offer a conciliatory shrug. "You can tie me up next?" That also earns an enthusiastic nod.

You squeeze my hand and I drop the vibrator, plunging 2 fingers into you and rocking foward with you as you buck under my hand. Finally I withdraw, and help you roll over, removing the gag from your mouth. "Jesus" you pant, as I grab your face in my hand pushing your mouth open. "You little whore" I growl at you before pursing my lips and spitting in your open mouth. Your eyes widen and you reach up and kiss me hard before allowing me to help untie you, both of us collapsing into a giggling pile.

[angelatsumu]

cockwarming hc's [nsfw]

hello friends! mac is back with another hc <3 the boys and their cockwarming styles <3

boys: bokuto, nishinoya, mattsun <3

requests are open!

warnings: puppy!reader in some, dom vibes in all, overstimulation in Mattsun's, dacryphilia in Mattsun's, Mattsun's just super mean, fem!reader

nsfw under the cut!

b. koutaro

bokuto loves to cockwarm, he is the cockwarming king. he just absolutely adores the intimacy and closeness of cockwarming

bokuto loves the little stutters when he shifts unintentionally, the way you squirm a little from the closeness. he especially loves when you're clinging to him while he's working, and you seem so small in his lap

for bokuto, having his sweet girl so close to him, so warm and tight around him, he feels comforted.

everyone thinks bokuto's too impatient for this sort of thing, but if it means he gets to be this close to his puppy, he would do it til the end of time.

"hey, pretty girl," he beams as your little footsteps make their way into the room. he grins sweetly at you, brows furrowing slightly to mimick your own frown. you huff, circling his desk to stand beside him, towering only slightly over your gentle giant. he looks at you knowingly, patting his lap. before you can have a seat he stops you, shuffling his hand under his sweatpants for a few moments before revealing his semi-hard cock. you blush at him, and he just grins mischeviously. you sigh, sliding down your dampening panties to leave your cunny bare under the shirt you stole from him. bokuto sticks his pointer and index fingers into his mouth, holding eye contact with you as he dampens his fingers for you. you rub your thighs together as the aching in your heat continued to grow with every second. your eyes flickered to his prominent member, pink tip oozing precum just from the thought of being inside your velvety walls. a sigh left your lips the moment his damp fingers met your puffy folds, sliding between them to redistribute your wetness. bokuto groaned softly at the feeling of your warmth, resolving on taking his time. you huffed at him once more, rocking your hips to graze your clit along his fingers, and he looks up at your scoldingly. "aw come on, pretty girl. behave." he isn't harsh when he says them, but they encourage you not to push him any further. his hand retracts from your cunny, and he immediately pulls you into his lap, chest to chest. you sink onto his heat slowly, his hands gripping your waist to deter you from bouncing on instinct. the groan he lets out, soft and whiny, makes your cunny throb, and he lets out a soft whimper. your face buries in his neck as he continues watching his volleyball tapes, blush slowly rising to his cheeks. "if you stay really still, daddy might reward you, hm?" he has a smirk in his voice, and you nod eagerly.

n. yu

okay so i am team small body nice dick so i firmly believe that noya is packin' a little heat

anyway, nishinoya gives me switch energy with a dom lean because he's small and wants to feel bigger

that being said, baby probably uses cockwarming as a way to make his pretty baby beg for him

he is not dicking you down unless you are on the verge of losing your marbles, and that's just that

it would probably be an ego thing, like you had made him feel small or something while you were out and he was just pretending it was fine until you're ready to get to action and he's just sitting there vibin'

"aw puppy, don't be so shy, come sit," he's patting his lap, dick in hand as he keeps his eyes fixed on the television. he tries to look disinterested, and that nearly makes you drop to your knees for him. you sigh, standing over him with a slight blush on your cheeks. he glances up at you, hand moving to swipe over his swollen tip before nodding toward his cock once more. you let out a whine, straddling his waist with your chest facing him, sinking onto his dick. he bites his lip at the sensation, almost forgetting about the end goal. nishinoya grins mischievously at you before sitting back against the sofa and directing his attention away from you again. the lack of stimulation puts you on edge as your walls stretch to get accustomed to his girth. yu's eyes purposefully catch yours before trailing down your body to where his cock disappears inside you, and despite his cock twitching, he shrugs in disinterest. you whimper at him, pawing at his chest as he directs his attention to the television again, pretending to be captivated by the replay of a random volleyball game. he ignores your whimpers, but with every slight movement, his hands get tighter on your waist. you work yourself up to grind against him, desperately seeking friction for your throbbing clit, and he allows two rolls of your hips before reaching between you and smacking your needy clit. "stop it, pup," he's stern despite the choked out whimpers he lets slip. your brows furrow in annoyance as you get comfortable in his lap, allowing your chest to press against his and your head to rest on his shoulder. "take your punishment like the good girl you are, and I'll be extra nice to your pretty cunny, okay?" you nod into his neck, sighing in relief. even after being a brat, you were still his precious girl.

m. issei

cockwarming is a punishment with issei, and there is nothing you can do to change his mind

this man is very into overstimulating his bratty girl, and what better way than to make her sit completely still on his cock and abuse her clit?

genuinely couldn't care less if you cry (well he would prefer it honestly)

half the battle is sinking onto his monster cock. the other half is getting through the night without crying

you relent on your tears to disobey him, but it eventually comes out.

would cum inside you by your second orgasm, but that doesn't stop him from torturing you endlessly

usually says things like "stop holding it, just give in" [i am writing a separate headcannon on forced orgasms with the boys→ yikes]

your chest heaved as you sat in issei's lap, legs spread with his cock deeply seated in your tight, throbbing cunt. your cheeks were warm with embarrassment and overstim, eyes closing lazily as he retracted his fingers from your clit. your walls squeezed him like a vice, eliciting swears from under his breath. he peppered kisses along your neck and jawline, pulling your back against his chest as he peered at you through the mirror in front of you. "i'm not done, silly girl," he smirked at you, right hand disappearing behind him. you squeezed your eyes tight, fighting tears from your third consecutive orgasm by his fingers on your clit alone. you whimpered, pawing at his left hand on your hip, aching to be set free. "oh puppy~" your eyes flutter open to see a shit-eating grin on issei's face, and you immediately let out a whimper. your eyes pan to his right hand, seeing your wretched vibrator he'd confiscated from you weeks ago. immediately your cunny tightened around him, and he let out a cheeky grunt. "awh, my little one is so-" he presses the vibe against your clit, starting on a lower speed. "close-" he kicks up the vibe's speed, "to breaking~". you let out an involuntary moan, soft and desperate as your back arches against his chest. you feel your high coming, the coil within you moments from snapping. still you relent, squeezing your eyes shut to fight the tears he so painfully needed. issei grunts in your ear as your cunny milks him, convulsing walls pushing him over the edge. he paints your walls with his cum, letting out a deep huff as he thrusts involuntary, earning another desperate whimper from you. "s'too much, daddy~" you whined, gripping his arm as he pressed the vibe deeper into your heat. "i know, baby, but you know what I want," his words were slick as they went straight to your heat, nearly propelling you past the point of no return. his left hand wrapped around your throat, as his lips met the shell of your ear, breath fanning over your skin. "you're so pretty when you cry, puppy," he groaned in your ear as he astutely caught the single tear you let slip accidentally. losing all resolve as your orgasm washed over you, you convulsed in his grasp, tears flowing softly as he pressed the vibe further into your swollen nub, erupting quiet sobs from you as your hands took purchase on his working arm, trying desperately to pull him away. "one more," he whimpered, your weeping pussy driving him closer to overstimulation.

[lilacte]

#PegHawks2020

Pairings: Hawks x Reader

Summary: You peg Hawks. That's it. That's the plot.

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: smut (18+), dom!reader, sub!hawks, pegging, sex toys, anal fingering, dirty talk, light bondage(?), edging, overstimulation, plot i guess (if you squint)

A/N: My first submission for @bnhabookclub's Bingo Event! Thank you to @honeytama and @dragonhrte for beta-reading my fic! Also huge thanks to my wife @royal-after-dark for helping me so much with my fic.

Taglist: @royal-after-dark @mrs-takami-keigo @keigod @shoutogepi @gr0vndz3ro @honeytama​

The first time Hawks met you, his heart hammered so loudly that it felt like it was going to burst in his chest. Your eyes gazed at him with such cold sharpness that he can't help but swallow the lump forming in his throat. You were (Y/N)(L/N), a Pro-Hero just like him. You regarded him with cold disposition and barely spared him a glance, not even a word spoken to him. 

Maybe that's what sparked his interest in you. 

The next time he saw you was at a high-end bar. You were in the V.I.P section, surrounded by what he assumed were your friends, sitting on the plush sofa while sipping on your drink as your eyes dragged around the dancefloor in boredom. And then your eyes met his, and Hawks felt his blood rushing to his groin when you eyed him up and down erotically. A few hours later, Hawks was pinned harshly against the wall as both of you reached your hotel room. Your lips against his neck, causing frenzy to seize his veins, your bright red lipstick staining his skin. The next day Hawks woke up in your hotel room without you beside him anymore.

You left your phone number on the nightstand, though.

Three months later, you started dating. It's been six months into the relationship when you brought up the idea of pegging. Hawks humored the idea, confident that he could do it.

He really, really wants to impress you.

That was why he was in his apartment right now, on all fours and naked, facing the mirror as you prod two lubed fingers in his hole. At first, it stung a bit, still unsure about the odd sensation he was feeling. Your fingers slide in, your movements slow at first to help him relax. 

"Do you feel alright, Hawks?" You ask, tone soft yet reserved.

"I can barely feel anything, babe. This is nothing I can't handle. Ah-"

Hawks jolts when he feels you push your fingers deep inside of him, hitting the right spot. A traitorous moan escapes his lips as your fingers teased his prostate.

"Oh? Are you sure? It sounded like you enjoyed that one, Hawks." Glancing at the mirror in front of him, Hawks meets your heated gaze, cheeks coloring with embarrassment as your lips twist in a smug grin.

"I-Is that the best you can do, babe?" Hawks exhales, voice starting to tremble as your fingers move faster inside of him. 

"You're taking my fingers so well, baby bird. Such a dirty little slut for me, hmm?" you taunt as you add in a third lubed finger in his hole, and Hawks involuntarily clenches around your fingers as you continue to pump inside of him, teasing his insides.

"So tight just for me. I can't wait to fuck you, Hawks." You murmur. Your free hand travels to the underside of his dick, knuckles ghosting his skin, and he melts at the feeling. His cock becomes uncomfortably hard between his thighs, and he whines, aching for you to give it attention.

"Ngh. Fuck-" Hawks shudders, arms gripping the carpet as your fingers spread inside of him, scissoring up and down, stretching him so much and sending jolts of tension throughout his body. 

"Do you think you're ready for my cock, pretty bird?" 

Hawks nods eagerly, and you gently withdraw your fingers from his hole, satisfied, and Hawks whines at the loss of your fingers. 

Hawks sits down properly on his knees, and you undress in front of him, unbuttoning your white blouse. Hawks admires your naked body, and you give him a small smirk as you go behind him.

"I'll tie you up now. Tell me if it hurts." You whisper in his ear, so softly that it sends tremors of pleasure tickling down his spine.

"That's easy stuff. I can handle it." 

Grabbing both his wrists, you place them behind him, tying them firmly with your white blouse. You stand up, putting the harness around your hips, and Hawks stares at your bright red, huge cock that hangs in front of it. 

Smiling sweetly at him, you say, "Come on, now. This cock isn't going to suck itself." 

He snickers, golden eyes staring back at you arrogantly.  

"Don't make me laugh, chickadee. This will be a piece of cake." 

Hawks tongue glides over your cock, from base to tip. He stares up into your eyes as he finally wraps his lips around your dick, cheeks hollowing as he sinks to take in your length, saliva pooling against his tongue and coating it. His head bobs up and down your cock, taking his time with it.

"Look at you, such a whore for mommy's cock, getting it nice and ready for that tight little hole of yours." You grab onto his blond strands harshly, and with a small smirk, you force him down deeper until he's gagging on your cock. 

"Keep your eyes on me, my pretty bird." His golden eyes stare up to you, and you can't help but purr in delight as unshed tears start to form in his eyes. His moans are muffled as you continue to guide him by the hair, soft choking sounds like music to your ears. 

"You look so good on your knees like that." You murmur, bucking your hips faster. Hawks can barely breathe, throat constricted around your dick, cheeks reddening as he chokes on your strap-on. With his hands tied behind him, he can't do anything but let you have your way with him. Strings of saliva spill from the corners of his mouth, dribbling down to his chest. 

After a few more minutes, you stop your thrusts, pulling him away from your cock, and Hawks can finally breathe, jaw burning as he sucks in as much air as possible. Your fingers cup his cheeks, tracing his wet lips with your thumb, admiring his reddened state.

"What an undignified look you have." You mock.

"Stand up and lay on the bed on your stomach." Hawks does what you tell him to eagerly, his face buried into the pillow. You kneel behind him, hands finding their way to his hips, and position him with his ass up in the air, adding a pillow to support his body. You position the tip of your large red dildo onto his already drenched hole and add more lube before you slowly slide your silicone cock into him.

"F-Fuck, that feels good." Hawks hisses, tugging at his restraints as you stretch his walls. 

You set a slow, steady pace as you fill him up.

"Look at you, pretty bird. Taking it so well already." You hum appreciatively, fingers digging deep into his skin as your hips rock against him, and his vermillion wings flutter excitedly at the comment.

Hawks bites into the pillow as your dick slides in and out of him, stirring his gummy walls and friction building up inside of him. You hover above Hawks, hand settling on either side of his head. His back arches as your cock prods at his prostate.

"You like me fucking you like this, Hawks? Tell mommy how much you like it." You inch close to him, your hot breath fanning his ear.

"Ngh! V-Very much. Give me more, mommy~" Hawks desperately pushes back against your cock, face flushed so red in arousal. You adjust your position, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, driving Hawks insanely.

"Fuck! P-Please, m-mommy. I'm going to come!" Anticipation builds in his lower belly, euphoria surging red hot in his veins—a few more thrusts into him, and his orgasm tears through him. Hawks pants harshly, face twisting with absolute bliss. 

You smack his ass harshly and Hawks yelps in response, lifting his head up to eye you through the mirror.

"W-what?" Hawks asks, eyes still hazy as his orgasm settles in his body. You let out a displeased sigh, running a hand through your hair as you eye Hawks' reflection.

"I never said you could come, Hawks," Your lips curl up in a wicked grin, eyes glinting maliciously before your hands grab onto his wings.

"Now, you need to be punished." Using his wings as support, you rock your hips into him, this time, at a much rougher pace.

You don't let Hawks cum.

Every time Hawks was close, you always pulled out, not giving him the sweet release he desperately wanted. By now, he was just a jumbled mess. The words spilling out of his mouth are a disarray of incoherencies. His choked sobs were like aphrodisiac to your ears and that you can't help but want to torture him more.

"Hnn… ah! Too… hng! Ah!! Deep, hnn. Ah!" Hawks gasps at the overwhelming sensation, ragged breaths leaving his lips as you slam into him mercilessly. His body feels achingly sore, yet the pleasure is so overwhelmingly powerful that he can't help but beg for more.

"You were all talk, baby. Now you can't even say a word. Who knew you liked to be fucked like this? What would others think about you when they found out, hmm?" You snicker condescendingly.

It was all too much. It was so good it hurt.

"Too much! I want to cum, mommy! Please let me cum! I'll be your good little fuck hole from now on!" Hawks cries out, tears streaming down his cheeks and saliva dribbling down his chin. His hands pull at the makeshift restraints, itching to grab onto something as his body jerks from your relentless thrusts.

"Beg for it like the whore you are then." You purr, burying yourself into him as deep as you can, your pace unrelenting. Hawks jaw slacks open, breathless moans escaping his mouth, tongue lolling out of his face, mind going haywire as you hit the right spots inside him. His neglected cock aches between his legs, loads of his pre-cum leaking out. With all of his might, Hawks breaks free from the makeshift handcuffs, the fabric ripping away, his hands immediately flying in front of him to grasp the sheets.

Your arms leave their hold on his wings, one hand snaking around his waist and the other wrapping around the base of his cock. His cock twitches in your grasp, and he gasps, eyes rolling the back of his head as you pump him up and down, circling his tip, and fucking him from behind.

Everything was so overwhelmingly good and Hawks can barely breathe.

"Let me hear your scream, my pretty bird." 

"Ah, ngh! So… good! I'm a whore for your cock! Mommy's cock is so good! Mommy!" Hawks cries out breathlessly, his mind is blank from the numbing pleasure, all rational thoughts leaving his head.

You let out a chuckle, deciding that you've tortured Hawks long enough. Your hips rut into him at a faster pace, your hand wrapped around his shaft, doing the same.

"Come for me then, pretty bird." 

A pleased guttural moan escapes Hawks' lips as he finally comes, body trembling as rivulets of his seed drips down his cock and in your hands and on the bedsheets. Hawks lifts his head, meeting your heated stare through the mirror, and he gives you a dazed grin. Face so flushed with the trails of tears running down his face and viscous strings of saliva running down his chin.

His body trembles from his orgasm, wings twitching with delight, and before long, his body goes limp in your arms. 

"Hawks?" you question, shaking him slightly in your arms. When he doesn't move, you release your hold on Hawks, setting him down onto the mattress face first. You grip onto his hips softly as you pull your cock out from his used hole. You remove the harness, placing it down on the floor. You leave the room and come back moments later with a damp cloth and new clothes. You let out a sigh as you survey Hawks' worn-out features. 

"I think I was too rough on you. Sorry." You whisper as you clean him up.

Before you leave Hawks' apartment, you give him a chaste kiss on the cheeks and cover his body with a blanket.

.

The next day Hawks arrived at a Hero meeting, limping so badly and so very achingly sore. When he entered the room, everyone saw how the winged-hero staggered, intrigued at what happened to him.

"What… happened to you, Hawks?" Endeavor asks, tone cold with a hint of curiosity.

"Had a... nasty fight… with a villain." Hawks lamely replies to which Endeavour simply nods, believing it before changing the subject to the meeting. Hawks looks around the room and spots you talking to Miruko.

Feeling his eyes linger on you, you turn to look at him, a sly smirk graces your lips as you eyed him up and down before flashing him a wink.

Hawks legs gave in at that moment.

[raggaraddy]

Little Lie

Summary: You just wanted to go to a party, but Jimin is determined to make sure everyone knows you are his.

Trigger warning: Smut, yandere themes, non-con, abuse, facial.

Jimin

Yandere! Jimin Playboy! Jimin

"Jimin," you whine, both from pleasure and from frustration. You were trying to be mad at him, but right now you were struggling to remember your own name.

You had been getting ready to go to your friend's party this afternoon. It would be the first time in months you'd be going out without him because he has a family event tonight that you were not invited to. He wasn't thrilled about the idea but after much convincing, he agreed to let you go.

While you were almost ready to leave, Jimin had started pawing at you, groping you. You had dealt with this mood of his 100 times before and it was always easier and quicker just to give him what he wanted than to argue with him.

Soon, he was rocking his hips against you, pressing you hard into the kitchen table. You were moaning and moving with him. The both of you pushing the other to climax. Crying his name and clinging to him as he filled you.

As he pulls out of you you need to clamp your thighs shut. He came so much that you can feel it flowing down your thighs and onto the table in an instant. Kissing you again and again he stretches your dress lower, helping you back onto the floor. The movement further making his release drip from inside you, the top of your thighs becoming slick.

Noting your discomfort, he has a striking grin plastered on his face, looking calmed and euphoric in the afterglow while he watches you run your hands down your outfit.

"Come on, let's go.  I'll take you to see your ex-boyfriend." He suddenly says taking your hand.

"What?" you mutter, looking across his face for an explanation.

"He's going to be there, right?" he smirks.

"Ah," you stutter, searching for a response.

Of course, you knew your ex would be going, but you had decided it was best to lie just a little to avoid any conflict or trouble. Not even really a lie, just omitting certain facts. Plus, it's not like you had feelings for your ex anymore. You more than likely wouldn't even talk to him during the night. But you knew Jimin wouldn't like it and you didn't want to risk not being allowed to go tonight.

Unfortunately for you, since your friends had started getting ready early, they were already posting pictures online. Whether it was out of curiosity, boredom, or because he was checking up on you, while you were showering Jimin was scrolling through their feed when he saw your ex-boyfriend in a few of the pictures.

And as he often did, Jimin pushed rational thinking aside and assumed that you were lying to him because you had feelings for this other man.

"Let's go. I'll drop you off," he says again. Nervously you accept his hand, unable to read his mood under the bright smile he has on. Right away he starts leading you towards the front of the house.

"I'm not going to talk to him. I'm going for everyone else, not him." You try to reassure him.

"Okay," he unexpectedly shrugs it off. Sounding unbothered.

"You're not mad?" You ask tepidly receiving a shake of the head.

"Nope. I want you to have fun, Y/n." 

You can't believe how decent he is being. You were certain the night was about to be ruined for you. But here he is adverting your expectations. Letting you go off by yourself, even after everything.

Stopping at the entrance toilet, you pull from him only to have your arm snatched back and to be held in place.

"Nuh-uh." he draws you towards the front door again.

"Huh?" you tug back fighting through your confusion. Forcing a small smile to match his energy. "Jimin, I need to clean up," you explain with a small glow of embarrassment on your cheeks.

"No, you don't. You're perfect like this." he chuckles, leaning into you kissing you softly.

"But," You look up at him with a pout and furrowed brows. "there is cum running down my legs," you whisper.

"Good." His arms wrap around you tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. He kisses you again, grinning with a chuckle.

"What?" You're sure he can't be serious. There has to be some kind of misunderstanding.  "No, I'm going to get cum on my dress, and it's too short. People will see." you try again to clarify, looking up at him utterly puzzled.

"Good," he repeats.

You're flustered. You don't want to go out like this. There is no way he can mean it. It would be so embarrassing if anyone noticed.

"Stop! I know you're just trying to make me stay home." You scold.

Out of space to resist, you reluctantly let him push his tongue into your mouth. You're certain Jimin has to be angry. He is being so stubborn and crude right now. However, he is also being very affectionate and bubbly. Which is not just making you confused but also frustrated by his unreasonableness.

Breaking the kiss, he keeps peppering small ones along your jaw until his mouth comes to your ear. "No, I'm not. I'll take you there right now."

"Jimin. I'm not going there like this!" you yell, shaking your head trying to make him listen to you.

Laughing, he ignores you, only continuing to yanks you and drag you out the front door, crushing your hand and forcing you to take large steps to keep pace with him.

By the time he shoves you into the passenger side, your dress, thighs, and now his car seat are a sticky mess. You yank on the door handle as soon as it shuts, but it doesn't open. Jimin had flicked on the child lock when he pushed you in.

You're starting to panic. You have to get him to stop. He is going to humiliate you. And on top of everything you haven't even got your jacket, purse, shoes, or underwear. It's just you and your thigh-high black dress. He is really about to put you out there, in front of all of your friends, while you're exposed like this. Even if you were to rush to the bathroom right away, you'd have to get there first. Which means there is too high a risk that someone would notice.

"Jimin! Stop being a dick!" you snap as soon as he opens his door, trying to sound authoritative. "Let me out. I am not playing anymore."

He slides in beside you, slamming his door loudly, smacking his hands against the steering wheel. Remaining determined, you do your best not to let his aggressive movements intimidate you.  Honestly, you'd almost rather he hit you right now because you know he wouldn't let you go out with a black eye.

"You wanted to sneak out and see your ex, Angel. So let's go see him." the smile in his eyes goes cold. His tone becoming distant.

"Oh for the love of-" you roll your eyes. "So what? Your plan is to mark your territory by making me see him with your cum all over me? Stop being pathetic!"

"Pathetic?!" he hisses.

His eyes go dark as he lunges at you across the centre console. You jerk back, banging into the door and window to try to avoid him. But you don't have a chance. Pressing his body weight into you, he keeps you trapped in the corner by digging his forearms across your throat. You thump your palms into his side, into his face, hoping to get him off you but no amount of struggling seems to phase him.

Prying his free hand between your thighs, he forces his fingers into you roughly, pushing them deep, curling them inside you.

"Ji-" you gasp from pain as Jimin pumps a third finger inside you. "Stop, it hurts!" you scream.

"Let's see," he pauses, pulling out of you. "if any of them," he brings his wet hand up and smacks it to your cheek, rubbing and smothering his cum over all your face. "want you after this."

Finally, he lets loose your throat, dropping back into his seat with a snicker.

Frozen, panting in the corner, you're staring straight ahead in shock at what he just did. At what he just said. Tears spring to your eyes, horrified by his plan.

He can't make you go out like this.

Yanking on the handle again, trying to lower the power windows, you have no better luck than before.

He starts the car, pulling on the road. A satisfied smirk smile on his face.

You wipe at your cheeks, your lips, your forehead. But the more you try to clear, the more it spreads and drys on your skin.

You had been trying so hard to hide from your friends how badly Jimin treats you. You'd gotten questions here and there about some of the bruises you had on your arms and legs, but you'd always managed to explain them away. But after this. After he kicks you out of the car looking like some kind of abuse victim, they'll never look at you the same.

"Jimin." You cry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry baby." you lean over the seat stroking his arm, trying to get him to lighten up. To change his mind. "Please. Please don't make me go. Please." you beg, tears pouring out of you. 

But your pleas fall on deaf ears.

"Don't worry Angel," he turns to you, once more with a dazzling smile on his face. "we're just gonna show you around for a little bit. Then I'll bring you home."

[horunicorn]

Oya Oya

Hewwo :3 I have written much smut but this is my first time making it public. Sorry it came out so long. Feel free to point out any mistakes.

Warnings: choking, dominance

The fusuma slammed shut behind you, rattling the shōji across the room, after he'd pushed you rather roughly into his room at the Shinsengumi dorm. You were honestly surprised the kumiko didn't fall apart.

"What the hell, Y/N?"

You curled your lip up at him defiantly. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me," he warned, pacing to and fro in front of the door, clearly agitated. Then again, the man did have a short fuse. "Who gave you permission to hang with the Yorozuya bastard? Is that what you do behind my back?"

His accusation flipped your entire mood over. You were cheeky before; now you were pissed. What right did he have to point fingers at you? After all, he was the one who pushed you to do it. For three weeks, you had been patient while he worked. Of course, since he lived where he worked, it seemed like he was never free, always balancing his vice commander duties in and out of the headquarters. He did ask for your permission before going on cases, to make sure that you were okay with him doing overtime on certain days. And you always assured him that you would wait for him, no matter how busy some days could get. You always told him that it was okay to put his job first when he needed to. But that didn't mean he could take advantage of your understanding, did it?

The guy was smarter than most; he picked up on hints and cues effortlessly, especially if they were from you. So why had he been so oblivious to your subtle advances these past weeks?

"Who are you to tell me who I can or cannot be friends with?" you snapped back, temper flaring.

"You know very well who I am and what I can and cannot do," he answered, a little condescendingly.

"Yeah, well, you should also know that Gin-san gives me way more attention than you do," you uttered rashly. It was how you felt on the inside. After so many days of neglect by Hijikata, Gintoki's friendly affection towards you had you hooked in like fish to bait. Every smile and head smack he gave you fed your growing hunger for a man you couldn't get to and yet you still went on with it. You hung around Gintoki, longing for Hijikata, for something physical, just to take away the ache of missing the vice commander.

"What did you say?" Hijikata's tight voice betrayed the anger that was sparking inside him. The thought of you just being in Gintoki's presence was enough to provoke him. Confirmation that you let him touch you - nevermind if it was just playful shoves or shoulder bumping - flooded his vision with red. "You let him touch you?"

You scoffed at his ridiculous jealousy. "I'm not a slut. All Gin-san did was listen to me when I was alone. He kept me company."

True, you worked eight hours a day but the tiredness didn't mean that you didn't want to talk late into the night.

"Company, huh?" Hijikata crossed the room to stand in front of you so fast that you had to double check the spot he was previously at, just to be sure. He was a head taller than you. Now that he was all riled up, his presence was intimidating, especially since you had to look up to meet his eyes. "It just had to be him?"

You knew better. If you let him go on, you would have angry make up sex in seconds. This was a matter that needed talking through, not blind fucking. You pushed him away harshly, much to his surprise.

"We're not in a movie, Hijikata." Ah, using his family name when you were alone was never a good sign. "You can't just fuck me and be done with it."

A thought crossed your mind. Maybe it wasn't that he was busy. Maybe it was you who had done things wrongly. If you hadn't dropped all those stupid hints and just came straight forward with your needs, you needn't have had to feel the pain of ignorance from him. Your low self-esteem came racing back to you.

It was my fault. I didn't talk to him.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, turning away from him. Your sudden change in demeanor startled him but it wasn't something he hadn't experienced before.

Just like that, his anger melted away. He stepped towards you, pulling your reluctant form into his arms.

"You shouldn't have to apologize for anything," Hijikata sighed, one hand carefully cupping the back of your head. When his temper wasn't in the way, he saw things much clearer. "It was wrong of me to accuse you like that, especially since I know how much I've been neglecting you. I just didn't like the fact that of all the people to go to attention for, it was him." Hijikata said him with visible distaste. You relaxed against him, calmer now that he was no longer angry, that he had assured you it was not your fault.

"But I like him," you protested.

"Could you not like anyone else?"

"You hate everyone else, except the gorilla and he's infatuated with Otae-chan."

"Are you saying you'd go to Kondo-san if you could?" Hijikata teased, instantly lightening the atmosphere.

With that you ducked out of his embrace. "Please. I don't do stalkers." Hijikata was quick to catch you again though, this time from behind. He placed a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear.

"If you hadn't gotten caught today," he began, "I would have shown my appreciation for your patience in a different way."

"You have something planned?" you asked excitedly, happy that he had been thinking of you too.

"I did," he confirmed in the past tense. "But I can't get Yorozuya's stupid smug face out of my mind."

You knew all too well why. You knew that hanging out with Gintoki came with a punishment if you were caught. Before you could respond, Hijikata had a hand locked around your neck, with pressure not enough to choke but just enough that made swallowing difficult.

"Sometimes I think you let yourself get caught on purpose," he went on in a low voice, free hand travelling down your left arm and tugging it behind your back. He had you in a hold you didn't have any intention of breaking out of. Indeed, just the feeling of his hand on your throat had you weak at the knees, ready to be ruined by him.

"T - Tōshi," you managed, voice strangled by the hand on your windpipe. "Hard to... breathe."

"But you like this, don't you?" He purred. "You want to be choked like the little slut you are."

Oh, there was no denying how much his words were turning you on. Getting choked with his hand was good. Getting choked on his cock was better and you were more than eager for it.

"Choke... me with... your...cock..." Earlier misgivings forgotten, you wanted nothing more than for him to use you. It was all you had wanted since using Gintoki as a filler. His attention.

"Mm, I don't think so, baby girl," he murmured, finally releasing you from his hold only to take your hand and drag you down onto his futon. "I want to give, not take. And I expect thanks."

Translation: I will fuck you senseless and you will be vocal about it.

"Dont you think you can punish me better if - " Your question was cut short by a gasping inhale. Hijikata had somehow managed to loosen the knots of the date-jime that held your nagajuban and kimono together amidst everything and was now shamelessly pushing his fingers between your damp labia, hand disappearing in the folds of the cloth. Immediately, your hips moved up, asking for more when he'd barely begun. He murmured an amused "oya oya" upon finding the absence of underwear on you.

"I think you've been wetter than this, haven't you?" Deviously, Hijikata poked two fingers into your hole without any warning. There hadn't been much foreplay but could you really complain when you were swallowing his fingers like the greedy whore you were? He pulled his fingers out along with your arousal and spread it over your clit, rubbing in tantalizing circles, like a taunt.

"You're going to tease me," you stated, breathless already.

"Just for now," he promised, the sensitive nub slipping between his pointer finger and middle finger. Your nerve endings fired, sending thick coils of pleasure up your body. Again, your hips moved up.

Hijikata chose that moment to take his hands off of you. He sat back on his heels, hands placed perfectly on his lap. Disheveled and disgruntled, you forced your pleasure-weak body into motion, sitting up with your kimono loose around you, one side sliding down to bare a shoulder.

This was no dream: your body had flaws everywhere. Beauty marks on your skin, scars from being clumsy, skin that wasn't silky smooth or creamy white. You felt very small when you walked past some women on the streets but Hijikata always made you feel perfect. He loved every one of your imperfections, which encouraged you at times like these.

"Frustrated?" he smirked and you wondered just what he was playing at. Unbothered, you knee-walked closer, until you were parked right in front of him. Your hands grasped at the lapels of his uniform jacket. The familiar musk of cigarette smoke wafted up your nostrils, further turning you on. His gaze was hot on you; you could feel it despite not looking at him. Deliberate in your movements, you pushed the jacket off then proceeded to unbutton his vest and undo the knot of the white scarf around his neck. You were busy working on his shirt when he caught your hand, bringing it up to his mouth.

The contact of the softness of his lips against your skin made your thoughts fuzzy. His stare lingered on you and your restraint broke. You crashed your lips into his, claiming your pleasure, trying to pacify your desire for him. He indulged you, using a hand to hold your head steady. You kissed and kissed until there was no more breath to breathe between the both of you.

Hijikata pulled back first, dragging a thumb across your lower lip. It was such an intimate move, hinting at the lust he had for you; that was all it took for you to go into full 'I need you now' mode. Impatient, you shoved him back and shimmied up his body, brazenly rocking your hips, smearing your arousal onto his white shirt. Obviously, he felt your dampness through the material and gripped your hips to stop you from moving. The sight of you grinding above him was too much for his already tortured mind. Everything had to go. Now.

Soon you were balancing above him, the tip of his hard cock pressing at your slick entrance. You braced your hands on his broad chest, breath controlled as you slowly sat down on him, the length of him sliding into you inch by inch until your ass touched his lap. The sensation of him in you never failed to make you moan. His girth, his length, everything was just enough to fill up your tight hole.

"My sweet girl," Hijikata murmured, eyes half lidded. "I'd nearly forgotten how good you feel around me." He held onto your hips. "Move for me."

At his demand, you lifted yourself off and back down again, whimpering at the discomfort. Yeah, he was definitely big. Without your weekly routine, your body needed time to get used to him again. It didn't take long, though. Hijikata's soft encouragement and touch had you thirsting for more in no time. You got used to the stretch, gaining momentum and confidence as you moved. No longer did it sting; there was nothing but pleasure with the way you had him sliding in and out of you. Every time you rose left his cock slicker than before, layer upon layer of your arousal coating him.

When your legs got tired, you resorted to bouncing, biting your lip when your ass slapped against his skin in the sexiest way. Hijikata was in awe beneath you. His blue eyes were dark, lips parted in heavy breaths. First his eyes fixed on the way he was entering you, on the way your sweet pussy just swallowed his cock. His rough hands roved up your stomach, fingers dancing over your jumping breasts. That was the second thing he stared at. The soft mounds of flesh on your chest that bounced along with you made his cock twitch. Then he looked at your face. At the way you bit your lip, the pleasure in your expression. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to dominate you.

The feeling swept over him. Having you on top was incredible, especially since he knew you could control the depth and angle of his entrance. But he needed to have you his way. He couldn't yet explain why.

You cried out in surprise when he sat up abruptly, forcing you to remain still on his lap. You pressed your chest to his, feeling him move along with you, in you. The movement brought on a whole new sensation that made you scratch his chest with a low moan.

"Can he do that?" Hijikata asked, voice thick with lust. And something else. He knew now why he needed dominance over you.

"Who - What?" You couldn't register his words and the meaning behind them at first, not until he flipped you both over in a practiced move and he rolled his hips into you, hitting every unclaimed spot within you. Your legs came around his hips.

"Can that silver haired idiot do this? Make you feel this good?" He pulled back slightly, only to plunge back into you with a jolt that pushed another moan from your mouth.

"N - No. Tōshi..."

Hijikata pulled at your hips, angling your lower body upwards and began thrusting into you, going deep and hard each time. He knew very well that at this angle, each slide of his cock was sure to brush your g-spot. And each time his pelvis met yours, the head of his throbbing cock would carass the tip of your cervix, making you buck your hips even further up.

Seeing you this way only fuelled his unneeded jealousy for a rival that was hardly a threat.

"I bet he can't," he agreed gruffly. "He doesn't know your body, does he? Doesn't know how my baby girl likes it. Tell me." Hijikata drove deep, pushing his own hips up. You choked on a moan, hands tight around his wrists. "Who's making you feel good?"

You were unable to answer, eyes in danger of closing, body on the brink of orgasm. As if fucking him wasn't hot enough. No, jealous Hijikata was even better. His need to hear your verbal confirmation of just how good he could drill you was heightening the entire experience.

Hijikata wrapped a big hand around your throat, forcing you to meet his steely gaze.

"Who?" he demanded.

A lone tear rolled down your cheek and you knew once you opened your mouth, you'd be begging. "Y - You, Tōshi. You're making me feel good. Fucking my pussy so good."

He smirked in satisfaction. There was no need to hold back now. With demonic speed, probably living up to his title, Hijikata slammed into you, hips snapping back and forth furiously. He hadn't even gotten to rub your clit yet and you came undone, pulsing around his cock, sinful moans falling from your mouth along with his name.

"One more time," he urged, tempted to stop and savour the way you were contracting around him. Snug in your warm wetness. He was close. Too close to stop. He spit on your clit and rubbed it in tight circles, coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. This was too much after the first and his name left you in screams, your body spasming, legs jerking. The sight of you being ruined by him did it. A few more thrusts and he fell on top of you, hugging your trembling body close as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He bit your shoulder, hard, enjoying the feeling of his seed leaving him and filling you. The others might not be at the sleeping quarters but you doubted that your screams hadn't reached the main block.

Once you both felt calm enough to move, Hijikata carefully extracted himself from you, using his scarf to wipe off any semen that came leaking out of you. You laid your head on his clammy chest.

"I'd never cheat," you said blatantly.

Hijikata pushed a hand through your messy hair, staring up at the ceiling. "I know. I just... wish I could have been there for you. I know it's not fair, having to always put up with my work."

"You're here now." You turned your head to smile up at him and he returned it with one of his own rare ones. The kind that took your breath away and reminded you of how different he could be around you. "Won't the others be looking for you?"

"Let them," he sighed. "I've been long overdue for a day off anyway." There was a brief pause, as though he were thinking things over. "Can I take you out?"

Your heart skipped a beat, delighted that you both could finally spend quality time together. Not that mindless fucking wasn't fun but normal couple stuff had to come in somewhere.

You smoothed your hand over the skin on his chest, loving how only you were allowed to touch him this way. "Yeah, you can."

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The Enforcers: Part 5 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

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Suguru stares at the screen in disbelief.

"I don't know what else to say," you breathe, eyes wide. "I think that we should go to the Grand Council or my parents and--"

"It's a hoax," he frowns, shaking his head. "None of this makes any sense. And I've seen fabricated shit like this before."

"But the timestamps!" you retort, pointing at the metadata.

"Those can be fabricated by using an old machine. You can't trust anything these days unless it comes from the Archives."

"But--"

"I think you need to delete these and forget about it. This is someone's sick idea of a joke, y/n." Suguru stands, scowling at the computer one last time before turning away. "I'll figure out who did this. Don't worry. Just delete that shit and don't mention it to anyone." Suguru stalks out of the room and you look at the files, dragging them to the trash before turning your computer off and trying to put it out of your mind.

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You're back at the club with your friends, sitting among new faces and old ones just the same. But the nagging feeling that something isn't right is dragging across the pit of your stomach like a rake. When you glance at Suguru, he's laughing with his other Leviathan friends, but barely touching his only drink.

He must be unnerved by it, too, you think, and rub your forehead before watching Yuji try his best dance moves on Nobara, which fails miserably, of course. Yuki sits to your left, also watching the show with varying degrees of amusement before looking over at you.

"Why the long face, Ms. Successful? Is this too boring for you?" You consider telling her what's really bothering you, turning to her in the dim lighting and pressing your lips together. Her face changes and you know your secret can't be kept for long.

"What would you do if someone played a really bad prank on you?"

"What, did Suguru piss on your curtains?"

"Huh?" You look at her in shock, and she shrugs.

"Alright, maybe that's just a Toji thing. My bad." She sips her drink thoughtfully. "What kind of prank are you talking about?"

"Someone..." You hesitate, but decide to keep going anyways. "Someone put files on my computer to make it seem like my parents were involved with something called Project Kudzu and Project Redroot." Yuki frowns deeply, blinking rapidly.

"Y/n, I've never heard of those things before." You sigh, shaking your head. "Did they have any real proof?"

"Yeah, some audio files, two videos, and a bunch of TS-CO labeled documents that--" A hand lands on your shoulder, and you look up to see Suguru standing above you.

"That pre-game was wild, wasn't it?" Pre-game? "Sorry, Yuki. Y/n here had a whole bottle of red wine and played some weird game before coming. She's been going on about it to me for hours... projects and stuff." Yuki laughs, waving him off.

"It's okay! I was a little confused, too, but I get it. Girl," she turns to you, shaking her head. "You should probably go home and get some rest. If I had known you were drunk already I would've--"

"I'm not drunk," you reply, looking back and forth between Suguru and Yuki. "I swear, I'm not--"

"Let me get you home, party girl," Suguru mumbles, pulling you up from your seated position and gripping your hand tightly as he drags you along with him. "It's been a long day."

"But I'm not--" The look Suguru gives you is deadly, and you shut your lips as he takes you to the car you both came in, opening your door silently. You slide into the seat and he shuts the door with force, climbing into the driver's seat, but not starting the car. He grips the steering wheel and clenches his jaw, finally muttering,

"Didn't I tell you not to say anything to anyone?"

"Suguru, this has been bothering me for days! I don't know what to do!"

"I'm trying to find out who would break into your room and do this to you. Can you let me work?" he asks tersely. "For once in your life, can you let someone look out for you?" His black eyes are blazing in the dim light of the parking lot, and your bottom lip quivers.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he exhales, starting the car. "I just... I just need you to let me figure this out. Someone isn't playing nice in our own organization and if it comes at the expense of my partner, I'm not having it. Lay low for me for a while, got it?" Suguru places his hand on your thigh and you nod, feeling your heart pick up an uneven rhythm. Your mouth goes dry at his lingering touch, but before you can think about it any further, he removes his hand and pulls out of the parking lot to take both of you back to the base.

When you get back to your barracks, you pause in the living room, looking over at your Leviathan as he removes his leather jacket and deposits it on the couch, sighing. You slowly approach him from behind and touch his back, which makes him flinch a little.

"I don't know why you continue to put up with my antics," you murmur and he huffs a breath out, shaking his head. "But thank you for saving my ass... and for looking out for me." Suguru turns to you, his lips quirking up a bit.

"Little Ms. Successful is thanking me for my service? Are you drunk?" Your cheeks heat up at the nickname and you roll your eyes, about to turn away from him when he catches your wrist. "Don't do that," he breathes, bringing you in close so your chests are touching. Your breathing hitches and he raises his knuckles, grazing them over your cheek. You close your eyes at the contact, and he slides his fingers down to your chin, tilting it up and humming softly.

"Open your eyes," Geto whispers, and you do so, trying your best not to seem too flustered. He leans down, brushing his lips across yours for permission, and your close your eyes again, letting him kiss you. When his lips separate from yours, he touches your nose with his, and you raise up on your tiptoes to feel his lips on yours again. "Are you sure you want to do that?" he wonders as you pull away. You nod your head, and he laughs softly.

"I do want to keep kissing you, yes," you reply, and he wraps a hand around your waist, lifting you off your feet and wrapping your legs around him.

"Nothing good comes of that," he warns, but you scoff.

"I'd beg to differ."

And that's how you find yourself on his neatly made bed, legs pushed up to your chest as Suguru greedily laps at your cunt like a starving man. "Su..." you moan, and he grunts in response. "That feels so good."

"I bet it does," the Leviathan replies, raising his brow at you salaciously before flicking your clit with his tongue. Your toes curl painfully as he dips a finger into you, then raises it up to your lips, tugging your mouth open so you can taste yourself. You suck on the digit with pleasure, humming when he pulls it back out and finger fucks you while sucking on your clit.

You buck under his grip, but he raises off of you, denying you an orgasm so soon. Geto kisses you deeply, swiping his tongue across yours so you can taste yourself again, then sits up, motioning for you to do the same.

"You want to do this?"

"Yeah." Suguru pulls his long hair up with an elastic and removes his pants, climbing back onto the bed and sitting against the headboard. He pulls you into his lap and raises you up, allowing you to grasp his hard length before sliding onto it carefully.

"Easy, easy..." he hisses, and you slow down, taking him inch by inch. You place your arms around his neck and rock back and forth, closing your eyes when you feel all of him nestled inside of you. Suguru groans, closing his eyes and tilting his head forward onto your shoulder. "Hold on, I'm gonna lay on my back." You allow him to slide forward, and he pushes you down onto his chest with a broad hand before pumping into you methodically.

"Oh, god..." you moan, and Suguru exhales shakily. "Su, you feel amazing."

"Say it a little louder so our neighbors can hear you," he jokes, but you clench around him and his laughter is cut short. "Fuck!" The man beneath you smacks your ass, and you yelp in response. "Keep doing that and this will be over faster than you can spell your own name."

"Then fuck me and quit being a smart ass," you gripe. Suguru shrugs and mutters,

"You asked for it." before slamming his hips into your ruthlessly. You cry out at the sensations his pace brings, and he grips your wrist as you lift off of him, holding your left hand against his chest. "Stay right here, princess. I'm not letting you go for shit." Your mouth seems to maintain its "O" shape the entire time he's fucking you senseless, and you can't say a word, eyes crossing and making you see double of your partner.

"Oh, god," you finally shudder, and Suguru lets go of your hand to lean you back down, mouth latching on one of your breasts.

"Cum for me," Geto challenges you before going back to sucking on your nipples relentlessly. You feel something inside of you break - almost like a busted dam releasing a flood of sensations and emotions that you've held at bay since you arrived here. "Oh, you're doing so good," Suguru grunts, holding you as you tremble fiercely while his hips stutter. "Just let it all go."

And for some reason, tears - actual tears - come out of your eyes as if this sexual release also broke your heart in two.

"Did I hurt you?" Suguru asks, swiping at your tears with a worried expression.

"No," you reassure him, shaking your head fiercely. "Not at all."

"Hmmm..." He rests your head against his chest as his breathing slows, hands stroking your back and hair with care. "You've had a hard couple of days. Just rest, alright? I'll be here when you wake up." So, you fall asleep, trusting your partner who's never betrayed you before.

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Hitch dropped you off at home with a loud "Au revoir!" and sped off in her black car while you waved silently.

You couldn't shake the nervous feeling Hitch had left you with. It was reasonable to feel uneasy after a strange encounter like that, but nevertheless, you plastered on a fake smile when you walked inside and saw Eren sprawled on the couch.

He lifted his head from his phone when he noticed your presence. "Y/n, you're back. What did Hitch want?"

Admittedly, you felt bad about never telling your best friend, but it was too late now.

"Nothing much, she just wanted to catch up. Haven't seen her since college," You lied easily as you plopped down in the chair next to the couch. "What's new with you?"

Eren shrugged and looked at his phone. "Just trying to pass the time. Jean's headed to the airport at eight tonight. Hope you're ready to see your girlfriend." He tilted his head back while laughing.

You smacked his forehead and he recoiled in pain. "Ah! What's your problem?" Eren rubbed his forehead with a hard glare aimed at you.

"I don't have a problem, you're just being freakish."

Eren gawked. "No, I'm not! You're the real freak, being you and whatever."

"Oh, good one." You snorted. "Hey, speaking of, where is Jean, anyways?" You furrowed your eyebrows as you glanced around the house.

"You tell me." Eren repeatedly clicked his tongue while turning his attention back on his phone.

"I'll go find him then," you decided. Eren just grunted in response, too immersed with the JAEGER BOMB fan pages he was scrolling through.

You got up from the comfy chair and starting looking around the house for Jean. After your talk with Hitch, you were feeling even more nervous about Mikasa coming home. You desperately needed to talk to someone, even if it wasn't about Hitch. You just needed a good distraction from tonight.

Jean was nowhere to be found on the first floor, so you trudged upstairs in hopes of finding him. You rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, passing Mikasa's dark room, stopping when you heard a quiet string of curses from the hallway bathroom.

"Jean?" You called out hesitantly. Lightly knocking on the bathroom door, you pressed your ear to the wood in hopes of figuring out what the issue was.

"Come in," came Jean's strained voice from the small room. You peeked your head in the doorframe and took note of his frustrated figure.

"What's going on?"

"Who decided it would be a good idea to grow my hair out?" He made furious hand motions at his head.

You let out a chuckle as he angrily tried to comb his hair back. "You did."

He rolled his eyes. "Right. I think I might have to go back in time and slap myself for that one."

Shrugging, you sat on the counter next to the agitated male and crossed your arms. "Just cut it then."

"It's not as simple as that," he sighed. "I like the way it looks long, Marco likes it too. And the fans, you know. Besides, I can't cut it in a fit of rage. I'll end up like you." He snorted after his snide comment.

"That was one time! Besides, that was high school. We all did stupid things back then." You grimaced at the memory.

"Yeah, you were the stupidest. You chopped off all your hair because of something that aggravated you." He pointed his comb at you in a teasing manner.

"A little thing called feelings were aggravating me. At least I can control myself more now." You pushed the comb back at him and poked his shoulder.

"Speaking of which, I'm surprised you didn't lose your shit when I told you guys Mikasa was coming home." He went back to working on his hair.

"Seriously? I made you all clean the whole house. I could barely get through her room yesterday. Wasn't that enough of a reaction?" Your head fell onto the mirror against your back while you laughed bitterly.

"Yeah, I guess it was. I don't know what I expected honestly. I assume you aren't over her?"

"Definitely not." You sighed. "Because it's been two years since I last had any contact with her, you'd honestly think I would've moved on by now."

Jean set his comb at the side of the counter and faced you. "Did you want to move on?"

You fidgeted and looked away from his hard gaze. "It would be best if I did. I had my chance and I never took it. There was always a part of me that knew she'd come back. I had always hoped that she would, I never got to tell her how I felt, but now that it's actually happening it feels almost unreal." You met Jean's eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched up.

"Are you going to confess when she's back?" he inquired.

Your thoughts circled back to Hitch. Her threats were powerful. She knew what she was doing. Maybe you could confess to Mikasa in secret and she would never know. However, she somehow knew about Mikasa's future arrival, so you should play it safe. Plus, you hadn't seen the Mikasa you knew in two years.

"No, I don't think I will. There's so much to know about her now. She could be a completely different person." You pulled your knees to your chest.

Jean put his hands on your shoulders which made you look back up at him. "Y/n, you've been putting this off far too long. She's proven to us that she's not always going to be here. If there's ever a time to tell her, it would be now."

You stared at each other for a few moments before you pursed your lips and looked away. Jean was right. The perfect chance was right in front of you but just out of your reach. There was always an unspoken obstacle when it came to your feelings for Mikasa. Whether it was another person or yourself blocking the way. "I just need some time to think."

Jean took his hands off your shoulders and shook his head. "You, my friend, are what people call hopeless." He picked up the comb again, about to run it through his hair once more, but sighed and placed it in a drawer. "Fuck it, ponytail it is." You found it funny how often he would end up tying his hair in a low ponytail. His hair was long, but it wasn't close to the length Eren's was. Whenever Jean did his hair like that little tufts would stick out at the top of his neck and loose strands would curl around his ears.

"How long are you growing it?" You asked as you let your legs dangle over the countertop.

"I'll grow it until it becomes seriously unmanageable. It's already getting unruly." Jean softly kicked open the door and gestured to the hallway. "After you."

You hopped off the counter and gladly took his offer, sliding your arm along the balcony railing before folding your arms over the wood and resting your head on them. The hallway was only lit up by the orange light from the sunset beyond the large living room windows above the glass doors.

Jean passed by you swiftly, making cool air hit your neck. He loudly trudged down the wooden stairs and you saw him walk into the living room from your view.

Armin was sitting cross legged in the cushy rocking chair and Eren was still taking up the space of the long couch. Their eyes were trained on an ocean documentary, Armin occasionally commenting on the sea life while Eren nodded at him.

Jean sat on the loveseat under the balcony, now hidden from your view. Armin noticed your content gaze and beckoned for you to join them.

You followed Jean's path to the living room and put your hands on the back of the couch he was sitting on.

"What do you guys want for dinner? It's nearly seven o'clock." You asked the seated boys.

"Can we just get Burger King or something again?" Eren tore his eyes away from the screen to look at you pleadingly.

"Eren, we had that yesterday. I don't want it two nights in a row. That's just gross." Armin frowned at his request.

Jean placed his hands behind his head and on top of your hands. "Eat whatever you like. I have to drive to the airport soon." He patted your hands and stood from the couch.

Once Jean left the room you continued your survey. "We could have spaghetti?" You offered.

"That sounds good. I'll help you." Armin started toward the kitchen with you before tugging on Eren's sleeve. "You come too. You've been sitting on that couch all day, you lazy bum."

Eren groaned like a child being asked to do the dishes. "Fine, if I have to."

The three of you started preparing the meal in the kitchen with Armin getting the noodles out and making the meatballs, you making the sauce, and Eren filling the pot with water then leaving the rest to you and Armin.

Eren sat on a kitchen stool and pulled his phone out. You and Armin both gave him an eye roll before continuing your cooking.

It was around seven-thirty when the food was done. There were a few mishaps along the way since Jean wasn't around to help and neither you or Armin were very skilled in culinary practices. But the final product looked edible and that's all that matters.

Eren and Armin got their servings and sat down on the kitchen island stools while you went to close the curtains in living room and the dining area. You then pulled out a stool next to Armin.

The three of you ate in silence for a while before you spoke up. "Jean should be back soon."

Eren perked his head up. "Really? He said he'd get her at eight. He left an hour ago but we all know he likes to be early so who knows," He said.

"I'd give it maybe twenty minutes. Why? You nervous?" Armin twirled the pasta around their fork.

"Incredibly," you exhaled.

Eren snorted. "As expected from you. But if you're nervous, imagine how Jean feels right now. That should perk you right up." he laughed to himself while imagining Jean waiting for Mikasa, a nervous wreck.

"Are you not nervous?" You asked timidly.

Armin shrugged. "I guess I am. We've known her forever. It'll be just like seeing an old college friend. It'll be refreshing to see her after all this time. I'm more worried about how ready the house is," they explained while folding their arms.

"I'm a little nervous. You think she'll like my hair?" Eren gestured to his bun.

"No, you're ugly." Armin commented. You laughed so hard at Eren's shocked face that you didn't hear the door unlocking behind you.

Armin stopped laughing with you and stared at the door. "Mikasa," He whispered.

"Mikasa?" You questioned and looked back at the door. "Mikasa."

Sure enough, Mikasa was at the door with Jean lurking behind her.

She was wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants with dark green sneakers. Her hair was cut much shorter now. It was slightly fluffed up and messy from the plane ride. She had a few rings decorating her fingers and a small tattoo on her middle finger on her right hand. In that hand, she carried a navy blue suitcase. In the other, gripped the same scarf Eren gave her years before. She held a tired expression but you thought she looked beautiful as ever.

Your eyes widened and you parted your lips to say something but nothing would come out.  Instead, you opted for a hug. You wrapped your arms around her waist, your head just peeking over her shoulder, earning a surprised noise from her. Her arms made their way around your frame as she held you close.

"Mikasa," you could only manage to squeak out her name.

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It started out with Asahi just watching the two of you. When Sugawara first pitched the offer to him, he had blushed and shut down. It took a good ten minutes to get any kind of response from him.

“Asahi, are you okay?” you whispered, placing your hand on his arm gently as not to startle him. He jumped anyways.

“I can’t do that,” he rushed, his eyes flying between yours and Suga’s eyes. “Can I? No I can’t it would ruin the group.”

“You know I wouldn’t let anything ruin the group,” you boyfriend smiled, throwing an arm over his friends shoulder, “If you don’t want to that’s completely cool, but if all that’s stopping you is risking the friendship? Kind of a lame reason bud, you know that won’t happen.”

“If you do want to,” you started, taking a step back into his personal space, “you’re welcome to, if you get there and decide you don’t like it or want to watch anymore you’re welcome to leave too, no hard feelings on our side okay?”

“Just think about it, you don’t have to answer right now,” Sugawara assured him, patting his shoulder before taking your hand in his. “I’m gonna walk y/n home now but I’ll see you later!”

And think about it he did, it was the only thing on Asahi’s mind anytime he saw either of you. It was worse when the two of you were in the same room, which to his luck was often. You two had never been shy with pda but it was like he was a thousand times more aware of it now. His eyes always found their way back to you two, his hands on your hips, your lips caught between his, and then he got caught. Sugawara opened his eyes as you kissed his throat, his eyes meeting Asahi’s. He gave him a smirk across the room, winking quickly. 

The next day Asahi was in Suga’s desk chair, watching the way your back arched from the smallest touch of the setters hands. You lifted your hips at Suga’s instruction, your hands covering your face. His hand raised, coming down on your inner thigh with a loud ‘smack’. Asahi cursed under his breath, feeling his cock twitch in interest.

“Don’t hide yourself from us love, don’t you want Asahi to see how good you are?” he asked you, just loud enough for Asahi to hear. You removed your hands, looking down to meet your boyfriends eyes between your legs. “Good, now look at him, do you see how much you’re affecting him?”

Asahi froze, he hadn’t realized how much attention Suga had actually given him. He shifted, trying to hide the bulge in his pants as your eyes met his dropping to his crotch instantly. He knew he had failed by the soft whine that left your lips, your tongue dragging along the bottom. 

“Doesn’t she look good Asahi?” Sugawara asked, slipping two fingers into your core. Asahi moaned in time with you, blushing wildly. “I know right, now you understand why I couldn’t keep this sight to myself?”

“Y-yeah, fuck she looks good,” Asahi stammered, following the movement of his friends fingers as they plunged into you. 

“You can touch yourself if you’re comfortable doing it in front of us,” your boyfriend said, sliding his boxers off and lining up with your entrance. 

Asahi didn’t respond, just unzipped his school pants and pulled his large cock out. You moaned at the sight, a bit of drool slipping from your lips. Suga laughed, teasing your folds with the head of his cock. 

“Look at you, moaning for another mans cock right in front of me,” he pushed in slowly, teasing you, “yet you call me shameless.”

It was easily one of the best orgasms any of you had ever had. After that, Asahi watched more often. This particular night Sugawara had you pinned to the bed, his hips roughly rocking into you. You all needed to be quiet, Daichi sleeping in the living room but you couldn’t hold your moans in. 

“Asahi, I need you to make a decision now and tell me if I’m crossing a line okay?” Suga huffed out, his hand trying to muffle your noises. “Can you please come stuff your cock  in her mouth, y/n’s being too loud.” he practically growled the last sentence at you, his pace brutal.

“Are you sure you’re okay with it?” Asahi asked, discarding his pants and moving to kneel beside your face. 

“I trust you,” Suga pulled his hand from your mouth, groaning as Asahi filled your mouth. “Fuck that’s so much hotter than I thought it was going to be.”

“You thought about this?” Asahi grunted back, trying to hold his own moans in as your tongue swirled around the head. 

“You can’t tell me you didn’t too,” he laughed breathlessly, his laughter breaking off into a moan as you clenched around him. “Are we not giving you enough attention hm? You’re stuffed with two cocks and still not satisfied? You’re so fucking needy.” 

You keened at his words, your throat opening for Asahi. He gripped a fistful of your hair, rocking his hips against your face. You felt his cock brush  against the back of your throat, moans falling from both of your lips. Sugawara gripped your hips, his pace slowing as he watched the two of you. 

It was addicting, watching your girlfriend swallow someone else’s cock. Knowing she would only do it with you. That she likes you sharing her just as much as you like to share. Asahi was the perfect person for this, in his opinion. There was no use denying the other man was attractive, making the imagine so much better for Sugawara. But how respectful he is helps ease the jealousy that sometimes spikes in Suga’s chest. 

“Fuck,” Asahi breathed out, your nose pressed against the base of his cock, your eyes staring up at him. 

“She’s telling you to cum in her mouth,” Sugawara informed him, his hips sliding against yours in a teasing way. “It’s okay, if she’s okay with it then so am I.” 

Sugawara picks up his pace, feeling your walls tighten around him as you cum at the same time Asahi did. He laughed a bit, finding it hilarious how you sometimes came from just the feeling of someone’s cum on your tongue. He kept up his brutal pace, chasing his own orgasm. Asahi pulled from your mouth, wiping a bit that had trickled down the side. Sugawara noticed, pulling Asahi’s hand to his mouth and wrapping his lips around the finger. 

“You’re going to make me hard again fuck,” Asahi groans, Suga’s tongue running against the side of his fingers as he cleans them.

 Sugawara closes his eyes, his orgasm hitting him hard and fast. He came inside of you, pulling out and letting go of Asahi’s hand. He grabbed his discarded shirt, wiping you clean before falling back into the bed. You two laid side by side as Asahi just kind of sat there. 

“Lay down with us,” you mumbled, sleep pulling you in. He laid down on your other side, smiling softly when you leaned into his chest, your eyes closed. Sugawara smiled at the site,  nudging the hand Asahi had thrown over your waist. When their eyes met, he linked their hands together. 

“You should do this with us more often, join instead of just watch,” he whispered, not wanting to wake you. “We’re not all going to date or anything but, cuddling, sleeping together, we can add that into our friendship right?”

“I’d really like that, is Y/N okay with it?” Asahi whispered back.

“I wanted to talk to you before bringing it up to her, no point in getting her hopes up if you’re not down,” Suga shrugs, leaning up on his elbow, “But she’s been asking how I would feel about it, so I think I have a pretty good idea.” 

That night was a changing point for the three of you. It became a common thing, at least once a week the three of you would get together at whoever had an empty house that day. You three tried a lot together, some things you liked some you didn’t. 

Sugawara had watched Asahi fuck you, jerking off beside the two of you and occasionally kissing you both.  They had tried (with munch error) to fit their cocks into your pussy at the same time. You all were determined and eventually managed to do it, it was easily one of your favorite ways to be fucked now. You riding Asahi while sucking Sugawara off, sitting on Suga’s face while sucking Asahi off.

Honestly you always had a cock in your mouth if they weren’t trying to force both of theirs into you at once. 

[spencers-dria]

Do You Trust Me?

Someone To Stay Ch. 6

Spencer x fem reader

Y/N POV:

*whack*

You smack your alarm as it goes off for the third time this morning. You look at the clock: 7:15AM. Was it later than you get to sleep in for work? Sure. Did you want to get up this early on your day off? Nope. Between JJ being the planner and Penelope's excitement for the weekend, they had convinced the the group that it would be best to get an early start. It was a several hour drive the to the lake, and they wanted to make the most of our time there.

You roll out of bed and look in the mirror. Sweats and a spaghetti strap tank...this will have to do. You leave your hair in the messy bun that you slept in. Half asleep, you fumble around for some socks and slip on some sandals. A horrific choice you know, but we're going for comfort here, not fashion. It'll be fine. You're not trying to impress anyone, and you'll fix yourself up once you get to the lake. You fully intend to nap part of the way there. You don't even bother to grab breakfast. Instead, you grab your bags you packed the night before and head downstairs. Spencer is probably waiting on you already.

You see him pulling the car up, right on time, as you make your way down the stairs. You slide into the passenger side, setting your bag down in the back seat. Reaching into a road trip bag in your lap, you pull out a blanket and pillow and curl up in your seat.

"Good morning sleepyhead" he chuckles. "Not a morning person, huh?"

You grin. "What gave it away?"

He hands you a paper bag and a coffee cup.

"Don't worry, it's green tea and honey" he reassures you, sensing your hesitation.

"I also got you a bagel."

"I don't know who's been giving you trade secrets but food is really the number one way to win me over." You glance over to see a slight smirk on his face. "How are you so awake? You had time to get ready, grab food, drive to my apartment, and you still seem more awake than I do."

"I'm kind of used to not getting much sleep." He shrugs this off as if it's nothing. You sense he doesn't intend on explaining any further, so you decide not to push him.

"I brought some snacks too. You're welcome to anything you'd like." You pull out a some goldfish, fruit gummies, and Capri suns.

He responds with a laugh.

"Ok you have the appetite of a ten year old."

You feel embarrassed for a moment until you see the smile he's giving you.

"It's cute though."

You find yourself blushing, not used to compliments. "Yeah I guess sometimes I just like to let loose, let my inner child out. Not everything has to be so serious all the time, ya know? What we do, both of us...it's stressful stuff. Sometimes eating whatever the heck I feel like helps with that. If that means chocolate milk and cocoa crispies cereal for dinner then so be it!"

Spencer gives you another smile before holding his hand out. "Alright, you won me over. I'll take a Capri sun."

You can't help but laugh as you watch him try to insert the straw with one hand and drive with the other. After awhile you decide to help him out.

"Here, let me see that." You fix the straw and hand him back the drink. "Goober" you laugh as you rolls your eyes at him.

"So what all are you planning on doing at the lake this weekend?" He asks.

"The question is...what am I NOT going to do?"

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes and laughs. "No fair. You're athletic, coordinated. You can actually do all the fun stuff."

You turn to face him with an incredulous look on your face, jaw dropped. "You're kidding me right? Me? Athletic? That's funny!" You laugh shaking your head. "Nahh I'd say we're on a level playing field. I'm not coordinated at all! I just like go have fun, try adventurous things. Like kayaking, I'm just mediocre but I still love doing it. The only sport I ever did was swimming."

"Ha! You were a swimmer, we're going to a lake, and you think we're on a level playing field?"

"Ok fair enough" you concede. "Will you at least try something new this weekend? Please?" You bat your big brown eyes at him, a technique that rarely failed you.

He feigns a look of annoyance, before a smile finally starts teasing at the corner of his lips. "Alright, alright." He throws his hands up in surrender. "But only if you help me with whatever it is we do. A swimmer and a nurse, you're practically our lifeguard for the weekend. Don't let me drown, ok?" He teases.

"Well since you asked so nicely." You give him a playful punch in the arm as you both laugh.

After a brief moment of silence you hear Spencer speak up. "Did you know that Michael Phelps is the most decorated Olympian of all time, winning 28 medals in total, 23 of those being gold medals? He swam in his first Olympic Games at only 15 years old, and won his first gold medal at 19. And you...already knew this didn't you?" He stops when he sees your eyebrows raised, giving him a slight smirk.

"Yeah Spencer" you smile, shaking your head at him. "I don't mind though. I like hearing all the cool stuff you know."

You spend awhile listening to Spencer talk about everything from Olympic swimming facts to CPR statistics and the origin of the different swimming strokes. A lot of it you don't know already, and you enjoy learning all of this stuff from him. After awhile, you unintentionally drift off to sleep.

He looks over and smiles, he doesn't mind. This happens to him quite often, and the fact that you encouraged him to share his knowledge gives him comfort. He reaches over and pulls the blanket over your shoulders. Hoping to drown out the sound of the highway, he puts on some classical music at a low volume.

You wake up a couple hours later as you hear the loud sound of gravel under the tires.

"Morning sunshine" he grins at you.

"Oh I'm sorry! I wasn't going to make you drive the whole way."

"It's ok, you got your rest. Better you be rested up and have fun today than stay awake just to drive."

"Thanks Spencer." You smile to yourself. He really was very sweet. Good friends are hard to come by, especially ones you can trust that will stick around. You secretly hope that Spencer doesn't plan on dropping you as a friend anytime soon.

You climb out of the car and take a look around. You've arrived at a modest log cabin, sitting right on the edge of the lake. It's surrounded by y'all trees, so thick that you can't see any buildings anywhere else, if there are any. You stand there for a moment taking it all. You lean your head back and close your eyes, enjoying the sounds and smells of nature. It felt like home. You grab your bag out of the backseat and make your way along a dirt path toward the cabin. You stick yourself hand out by your side, brushing the leaves on the trees as you walk by.

"You really are in your element here, huh?" you hear Spencer call out from behind you.

"Oh you have no idea. Just wait till I get in the water" you shout back over your shoulder.

The two of you make your way into what appears to be the common living room. The cabin appears to be completely wooden everywhere, floors, ceilings, walls, beams. There's rustic decor and lots of plaid, but it's done tastefully. It feels so cozy, and you love it.

"Y/N! You made it! We're in here!" You see Penelope's head pop out of a doorway. You enter a room to find two sets of bunk beds. Penelope and Alex have taken bottom bunks. JJ has her stuff placed on the top bunk above Alex. You set your suitcase in an empty corner and throw your pillow on the bed above Penelope. You feel her sneak up and pull you into a tight hug. "Hey bunk buddy! This weekend is going to be so fun!"

"I'm surprised Penny, the outdoors don't seem like your type of weekend."

"Oh don't worry honey! I brought a float with coasters and a tray for the lake! I'll be sipping on wine and tanning all weekend."

"Just make sure to wear sunscreen okay." You give her a nudge and a smile.

"Okay Nurse Y/L/N." She rolls her eyes and laughs.

"Don't worry! I brought enough sunscreen for everyone."

"Haha, of course you did Aunt JJ."

You look over to see her unpacking her suitcase and organizing her things in the drawers and closets. You decide to do the same, that way it will be easier to find all your things later. After you've all finished unpacking, Alex says she's going to take a quick nap. After getting ready in your swim wear and coverups, you, Penelope, and JJ wander over to the guys room to see what they're up to.

You peek in to see Spencer reading on the bunk above Hotch, who appears to be on a FaceTime call with his son, Jack. Rossi isn't in the room. He's probably already started organizing things in the kitchen. Derek looks like he's ready for the lake, already in swim trunks and rubbing on sun tan lotion.

"You need any help with that, hot rod?" Penelope jests.

"You know it mama."

At this response, Penelope runs quickly across to room and helps Derek to finish rubbing in the suntan lotion on his back. She looks to be enjoying it a little too much.

You and JJ stay leaning in the doorway, laughing.

You finally speak up. "I don't know about y'all, but I've been stuck in a car all day! So if you need me, I'll be out at the lake!"

"I'm right behind, ya." JJ turns to follow you.

At this, Spencer finally pops up from behind his book. "Oh umm, we're going outside now? What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet Spencer, come with us and we'll figure it out."

You wait on him while he changes into some swim trunks and a t shirt. He stands in the doorway a bit awkwardly, hesitant to leave the cabin.

"Come on!" You grab his hand pulling him out onto the porch and down toward the lake, following behind JJ, Penelope, and Derek.

When you get to the waters edge, you see the group has already spotted a rope swing. Derek appears to be climbing into a position to jump from. JJ stops him, to test the integrity of the rope first.

Penelope watches as Derek effortlessly climbs up the rocks. "My monkey man" she smirks.

Once JJ seems satisfied that the rope won't break, Derek swings out over the water, doing a back flip before making a splash in the water that sprays everyone watching from the shore. A chorus of groans rings out, half from annoyance at the show off, half from not wanting to get splashed.

You remove your shoes and your coverup as you prepare to get in the water. You can tell Spencer is making a conscious effort to avert his gaze. You blush, suddenly remembering the girls' previous comments about how good you looked in the slick back two piece.

You quickly make your way up the rocks and grab onto the rope as it swings back towards you. Spencer gives you a concerned look.

"Are you sure you want to do that? You could get hurt!" He shouts up at you.

Instead of answering you give him a quick smirk. You back up and get a running start for momentum, holding onto the rope as you swing out over the water. You let the momentum push you out as far as it will take you, as you angle your arms and body to dive deep into the water, just like you used to off the starting block in swimming. As you feel your body dive down into the water, you angle back up and do a quick, few dolphin kicks, propelling yourself much further from the shore. When you finally surface, you're about 20 or so meters from the shore. You see the group staring at where you dove into the water, confused and concerned.

"Over here guys!" You shout at the group to get their attention. They look up to see you much further away than they expected.

"Hey, you weren't kidding!" Spencer laughed.

"We might have to have ourselves a little competition little miss mermaid!" You laugh at Derek's new nickname for you.

You do a few strokes to bring you back to shore as you climb out of the water. You slick your hair back out of your eyes as you wring your hair out.

"Alright Spencer! Your turn!"

You giggle as you grab his hand and drag him towards the rocks.

"Umm yeah this is definitely not a good idea. You clearly know what you're doing, but I will definitely hurt myself. Did you know that drownings are the third leading cause of unintentional deaths?"

"Stop being such a party pooper! Loosen up a bit. Now climb." You cross your arms giving him a look that lets him know you mean business.

"If you fall, your knight in shining armor, Y/N will catch you!" Derek shouts from his spot where he's swimming in the lake. JJ and Penelope are watching from a float shaped like a giant unicorn. Typical Penny.

"Shut up, Derek!" Spencer shouts back at him.

You can tell that he's actually nervous, and not just unwilling to participate, so you decide to climb up after him.

"How about we go together?" You smile at him.

"Can we do that?" He asks, clearly not believing you.

"Yeah! See how there's a plank of wood on the bottom here? There's room for both of us to stand. And then we just hold onto the rope. We'll back up to get some momentum, then right when we get to the edge, we'll hop on the rope ok. But make sure to let go before it swings back towards the rocks."

The look he's giving you says he still doesn't think this will work.

You take his hand in yours, giving it a quick squeeze. "Do you trust me?"

You see the anxiety wash away as he's overcome by comfort. "Yeah, I do actually" he smiles, squeezing your hand back.

"On three okay? One...two...three!"

Before you know it, the two of you are landing in the water. You both come up for air as he starts a splash fight with you. You're both giggling and splashing like little kids, but having the time of your life. You feel water peg you in the back of the head. You turn around to see Hotch and Rossi armed with oversized water guns, peeking out from behind the trees on the shore.

"Hey that's not fair! We're unarmed!" You shout at the two men.

"Come join our team!" Rossi yells back. You and Spencer look at each other confused. You look up to see Alex carrying four water guns out to the water toward Derek, JJ, and Penny.

You and Spencer turn to each other, each with a huge grin. "Oh it's on!" You say.

"It's so on!" he replies before you both make your way onto shore as quickly as possible. Hotch and Rossi hand you each a weapon and the war commences.

After a long fight, the team in the lake finally surrenders. Your team is the clear winner.

"Winner's get dinner first!" Rossi shouts before the four of you make a mad dash for the cabin. You grab your towel, guessing that Alex had laid it out for you, as you see the other ladies' towels laid out as well well. Rossi had the dinner on warmers, so it's all ready for you. As the four of you take your plates full of food to the dining table outside, you pass your opponents. A series of snickers and goofy faces ensues as your team teases them endlessly.

You felt so comfortable around all of them. For people with such serious jobs, they sure do know how to let loose and have fun.

A/N:

I hope everyone is still enjoying it! I know it's a slow burn but it's so cute right 🥰I plan on picking up right where we left off! Please reblog or comment if you liked this chapter! I love hearing feedback!

[lukeisbaby]

bathroom sink (l.h)

summary: inspired by ‘why are you here’ by machine gun kelly

warnings: drug use, oral sex, unprotected sex, degradation, choking, spanking (17+)

going to a party with your friends seemed like a good idea at first, but it turned out to be the exact opposite

you saw him as soon as you arrived and had been doing your best to ignore every subtle glance he'd send your way, he looked angry, and it was obvious why

you were there with one of his closest friends, and it wasn't until you were turned away pouring yourself a drink when luke approached you from behind, pushing your hair away from your neck and getting close to your ear to whisper, "ashton, really? that's low, even for you little girl."

you shut your eyes for a moment, the feeling of his hot breath against your skin sending a million sinful thoughts straight to your inner thighs

"what can i say? i have a thing for rock stars." you shrugged, smirking and leaning forward to pick up your drink, purposely brushing your ass against his crotch in the process before beginning to walk away

your words hit luke like a ton of bricks, but he'd never admit to it.

"i guess i'll just finish this off by myself, then."

you looked back at him as he subtly pulled a dime-bag from his pocket, containing a fine white powder before putting it back and slowly walking closer to you with a smirk on his face "or, i can take you to the bathroom and we can have some fun."

you bit your lip, the lustful look in luke's eyes convincing you right away

"lead the way, lu."

he groaned at the nickname that rolled so naturally off of your tongue before nodding for you to follow him, leading you to the nearest bathroom

you locked the door behind you just before luke pushed you against it, the cold wood on your skin making you shiver, or maybe it was his leg maneuvering itself between your thighs

"i like this dress," luke spoke, running his fingertips up your outer thigh, under the bottom of your skin tight dress while leaning close to whisper in your ear  "although i prefer seeing it on the ground."

you could only bite your lip at his words, watching his blue eyes scan from your chest to your lips "can i kiss you, little girl?"

you were quick to nod, and luke was even quicker to comply, pressing his lips against yours in the most gentle yet rough way possible, both hands on either side of your head resting between your jaw and neck to hold you still while he used his hips to pin you to the door

the kiss was needy, tongues automatically finding one another and accidental teeth clashing, you were swallowing each other's breath while your hands gripped at his shirt, tugging on the buttons in attempt to discard it

"still eager as ever, huh?" luke breathed out before returning his mouth to yours and slipping a hand between your legs

several minutes passed till luke pulled away, both of you out of breath as he pulled out the small bag

he pressed a gentle kiss to your chest, right above your cleavage before pushing your head back against the door and dumping some of the powder on the skin above your bra, using his pinky finger to line it up the best to his ability and pulling out a loose $100 bill from his wallet

luke kissed your neck before snorting the drug, licking the remnants away and softly biting at the supple skin then turning back to the sink to make another line for you.

as soon as the drug was in your system luke had you pushed against the door once again, kissing from your lips to your neck before dropping to his knees in front of you

"been so long, i've almost forgotten how you taste." he spoke, looking up at you before sliding both hands under your dress to pull down your panties

you only hummed and leaned your head back, eyes shut and head spinning as luke slowly licked at your clit

it was taking everything in you to keep quiet, biting at your bottom lip and trying to keep your knees from giving out as he sped up, taking turns fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit

one of your hands held tightly to the sink while the other tangled itself in his hair, pulling him closer to you and making him moan against your pussy

"fuck, luke i missed your tongue." you moaned, letting your eyes fall to the man below you, his dirty blonde curls a mess and blue eyes looking up at you as he continued lapping at your heat

his tongue and the look in his eyes were urging you to cum, the familiar pinch in your stomach quickly approaching as you let out little gasps and whimpers that eventually turned to louder, high pitched moans

"god, i'm gonna cum. gonna cum so hard." you breathed out, voice strangled as you gripped his hair even harder, resulting in a harsh slap to your thigh and teeth grazing your clit "fuck, luke!"

you came fast, and hard. your body shaking as luke's mouth only continued, his cock straining against his pants at the sight of you above him, mouth open and squeals leaving your lips as you came all over his tongue

luke was quick to stand up, spinning you around and pushing you roughly against the door again, this time your cheek pressing against the wood and a harsh smack landing on your ass

your dress was unzipped and discarded onto the floor, leaving you in only your bra which quickly followed behind

"you have no idea how badly i want to pound that fucking cunt of yours, but i think i wanna fuck your pretty mouth first." he whispered, landing another rough hit on your bare ass before turning you back around and pushing you to your knees in front of him

he was quick to undo his belt and pants, pulling his achingly hard cock out and smirking at the way your eyes widened at the all too familiar sight of him

you licked a stripe from the bottom of his base to the tip, lightly sucking and looking up at him as he began bunching your hair up into a makeshift ponytail

"gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that throat?"

you nodded and opened your mouth widely, it immediately being filled by his cock while luke let out a deep moan, "missed your mouth so bad princess," he breathed out

you hummed and began bobbing your head up and down on him, followed by him beginning to thrust himself in and out, picking up his speed till you were unable to stop yourself from gagging and your eyes from watering

"you miss daddy's cock? miss sucking it whenever and wherever the fuck i please? such a good fucking girl, aren't you?"

you moaned with his cock still in your mouth, watery eyes staring up at luke who was staring right back down at you

he abruptly pulled out, jerking you back to your feet by your hair and roughly shoving you against the sink, maneuvering one of your knees to rest on the marble countertop before rubbing his cock against your wet slit, your eyes meeting his in the mirror in front of you

you pushed yourself back against him, desperate for him to fill you up

"tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, y/n."

luke rubbed himself against your entrance, collecting your wetness

"i want you to fuck me so bad, luke. please."

"who?" he spanked your ass before slightly pushing the tip of his dick inside of you

"please fuck me daddy, i need it, need your cock so deep inside of me. miss the way you fill me up, please give it to me." you whined

he pushed further, taking his time and watching your expressions through the glass mirror, breathing out "fuck, you're so tight."

you whimpered as luke pulled out once again before slamming back inside, finding a rough yet steady pace

he gripped your throat with one hand while his other held your thigh up on the sink, "watch yourself, watch how fucking good i make you feel."

the passion and emotion between the two of you was nearly too much to bare, too many feelings unspoken as he fucked into you with all his force, taking the anger towards his best friend for showing up to the party with you out on your cunt, the anger of you leaving him and breaking his heart nearly a year ago

you found yourself lost in your head till luke's grip tightened on your neck, "can he fuck you like this? does ashton fill your little cunt up like i do? make you cum like i do?"

you were whining, the sight of luke's hard stare on you through the mirror as he continued brutally fucking you, fingernails digging into your skin nearly deep enough to draw blood

"no, daddy! no one can fuck me like you."

his hand moved from your neck to your hair, getting a tight grip and pulling it back so that you were forced to keep your eyes on him, "say it again."

"no one can make me cum like you, daddy, no one can fuck my pussy as good as you."

"yeah that's fuckin right, little girl. this pussy is mine isn't it? you're my little bitch and always will be."

"yes, yes, all yours daddy, always."

his fingers found your clit, rubbing fast circles as he continued fucking into you, his thrusts becoming sloppier as his orgasm approached

you clenched around him as you came, both of your hands holding tightly to the sink while you moaned and did your best at staying up due to your shaky legs "fuck, oh my god."

"get on your fucking knees."

luke pulled out of you and pushed you to your knees, jacking himself off and watching with hooded eyes as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out for him to finish on

he was groaning and it wasn’t long till you felt spurts of his cum on your tongue, some getting on your cheeks and chin as he rode out his high

you gathered the substance with your fingers, sucking it off and looking up at the fucked out man standing over you, cheeks rosy from his orgasm and chest falling with every deep breath

you stood up and luke helped you back into your clothes, purposely avoiding eye contact before redressing himself and making one last line on the sink

you watched him snort it, your high already leaving as you thought of what to say, the experience you just shared weighing you down.

you had a million questions, but it felt impossible to get them out as the man in front of you checked his appearance in the mirror, giving you one last nod before leaving you alone in the bathroom.

tags: @peachylukes @lukeyskiwi @mavrick-cliffwhore @unofficiallylukes @lukesflaredpants @letsfxckingdance @hemmoniac @luciferatlantic @thecurlsofgod

an: happy new year’s eve! let me know if u guys are interested in the angsty part 2, i wrote part of it but wasn’t sure about including it! love u all who tryna be my new years kiss

MASTERLIST

[limenysnocket]

I Despise The Way You Make Me Love You pt. 2

(Taika Waititi X Reader)

Summary: Today, Taika gets the day off of work. He gets to lounge about his house, wear sweatpants and watch whatever t.v. he likes without having someone to tell him otherwise. His plans are soiled and revamped as an unexpected visitor pays him a visit.

Warnings: Horny Taika vibes, it gets very lime-ish in here, some foul language too.

Request: @honorarytenenbaum

Author's note: I really don't know what to put here except I'm excited and enjoy the story lol.

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Boring. Boring. Boring. That's all today is going to be, huh, Taika?

Without (Y/N) here to pester or other directors to bother and ask for their plates of cheese from-- even though he has his own God damn plate of cheese in his tent/office-- he just can't seem to find the joy in the matter of a "day off." I mean, what's the point of it? Why couldn't he just stay at work with his very special girlfriend, where he could "take naps" with her in a broom closet or his office any time he pleased! It was all bologna, if you asked him. Total absurdness.

He couldn't sleep, no, even if he had all the time in the world to take naps like the nap God he is. He could be doing anything else, walking around, talking on the phone, or catching up on his favorite television show, but nooOoo. You invaded his vision, either dressed in skimpy outfits... or not dressed at all. Just as he would reach out to touch you, your skin would dissipate into the air like mist and he would find himself back awake again, hot, sweaty and horrifyingly turned on.

Would it be alright to text you? He knows you're at work, but he can always invite you over for a little late night cuddling and a bottle of wine. He just stared at his phone, his nose twitching every once in awhile, watching, waiting and contemplating. Would he text you or would you text him? The suspense was killing him!

He pushed himself up, grunting and shaking his head. "God damn it," he muttered. He had reasoned with himself. You were at work and you had every right reserved to be left alone. He didn't know, at the time, that you were dying to see him again.

He sat down at a table, in the mini courtyard of his home, with a laptop, just as the sun turned the sky orange. It was right about time he got back to work on Thor: Love and Thunder, because he was clearly days behind... maybe a few months, actually. Inspiration was hard work, especially whenever he has to find the right timing to put a shirtless Chris Hemsworth somewhere in the film.

He rapped his fingers against the metal table and rubbed his temple with the other hand, a fresh sheet of virtual paper already giving him a headache. He closed his eyes again, which was totally a bad move, but he didn't care in the slightest. There you were again, that little vixen that made his more perverted side crawl out from beneath his usually goofy demeanour. (Y/N), dressed in nothing but one of his sweaters, and he was almost completely positive that there was nothing beneath that. You stepped closer to him, placing your warm palms on his shoulders and squeezing them, massaging them. He felt your bum rest in his lap, the skin brushing against his loose sweatpants and sending sweet shudders down his spine.

The sensation of your warm hands cascading across his stubble beard drove him crazy and his own hands started to travel, reaching out and seemingly running his hands along your curves, down your thighs and back up again. He started to slip up the sweater, exposing more of your skin to his hungry eyes and he came close to seeing what he wanted to see, until he felt warm palms over his eyelids and his fantasy was pressed flat. He didn't jolt, because he recognized the warmness and the softness of those palms.

"Guess who?" He heard you say, giggling all the while. He scrunched up his face to make it seem as if he were thinking extremely hard.

"Jemaine?" He answered, after a few long moments of total silence, not including the scream of cicadas from bushes and trees. He heard you burst into laughter and those warm palms lifted from his eyes. He titled his head back and smiled to see your flustered and smiling face.

"Man, I must suck at this," he chortled and teased. You only nodded, laughing still, before leaning over him and placing a kiss on his lips. "Ah, this is the perks of you having your own key to the house. You can surprise me whenever you'd like, but I'm still waiting for the one where I come home and you're sitting naked on my couch for me," he winked and shimmyed his shoulders, which earned him a playful slap on the arm.

"You're a dork," you giggled then stood up, "I'm just here to cook dinner for you and make sure you're not driving yourself insane."

"But I'm already insane," Taika twirled around in his chair and made a mass amount of kissy faces at you, "Insane for you, baby~." Before he could even flash you with another smug face and pick up line, you had gone inside of the house, leaving him high and dry.

What you were making him wasn't the most expensive meal in the world, but it certainly was delicious. Steak, keto friendly fettuccine Alfredo with sliced zucchini noodles. It was a healthier option but certainly very delicious, plus, you knew Taika could be very picky about his eating habits, but not, all at the very same time.

You slipped into his "kiss the chef" cooking apron and started to get to work, taking out groceries from bags that you brought over and cooking appliances that you knew he didn't have or never heard of. You were so focused on what you were doing, you didn't hear the courtyard door slide open, then shut. Nor did you notice that Taika was watching you cook with a very lust hazed look, from behind his island.

Taika would be drooling at the moment if he hadn't known that he actually was amidst your presence. There he was, fantasizing about you again. He was imagining that all you had on was the apron you were wearing, and the best part of all, he got a great view of your cute ass as it swayed in rhythm while you cooked. Every time you would bend over to grab out a pot or pan, conveniently not turning his way, he would stretch out his neck as far as he could and try to peep on whatever he could without throwing himself down on the counter and startling you.

Suddenly, even surprising him, you turned around and whispered to him, "Kiss the cook, Taika." You gave him the most fucking smug smile he had ever seen, he almost didn't think this all was real.

It wasn't. It was his imagination. What you actually said was, "Are you alright, Taika?" He seemed to be straining against the counter, nails digging deep into the granite top. Once the fantasy had lifted from his eyes, he shook his head and almost seemed to wheeze. "Huh?" He said, his eyes fluttering and he swallowed thickly.

"I asked if you were alright," you responded quietly, almost knowing exactly what he was thinking about. It had been awhile since Taika hadn't been allowed to get you alone for enough time to rock your world. It was one of those things where he knew he had it, but he couldn't touch it and it was killing him inside.

He coughed into his fist and shifted the weight on his feet, "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." You could see the visible shudder shoot down his body as he tried to compose himself once more. It was adorable to see him get all hot and bothered over just the sight of you cooking, but you couldn't just get up on the counter and let him take you while you let your food burn into a crisp. He would have to wait until after dinner.

"Okay, so, I'm gonna turn around, and you're... not gonna be horny? Correct?" You cocked a brow at him, raising your hand up like it would convince him more. He only gave you a wry smile which is how you obviously knew that he was about to lie straight up to you.

"Sure," he shrugged. Yeah. He was about to pull a bastard move the moment you turned around, whether it be lifting up your skirt and being a peeping tom, smacking your ass expectedly unexpected, or grinding down on you until you finished or out down what you were doing and giving him a nice, dirty fuck. He's done all three, on set and at work, not to mention.

You gave him a terse look, then turned back around slowly, your mind boggling around while you scraped tiny cutlets of steak into the skillet where they started to sizzle loudly. Loud enough, apparently, to cover up the footsteps of a certain ornery, sex-bitten kiwi.

You quietly started flipping the pieces over so each one of their sides could get a bit of attention. One, however, when you noticed it, wasn't soaking in the brown color you needed, so you wanted to flip it again. You didn't know if it was your nerves that were from Taika's obvious white lie that had you ready to jump and touch the ceiling or what, but you just couldn't flip this cutlet. It was stubborn. You tried it every which way and all it did was slide across the buttered pan and push up against the sides.

Wait! Suddenly, you had a snag on it, the tip of it just scooching onto your spatula, and you let out praises of glory in your mind as it toppled over and landed flat and perfect on the spatula. You had just saved the perfect steak cutlet from burning. You were proud of yourself, and all those nerves had disappeared. Well, all up until all of them came rushing back to you at once when Taika shoved his hand down your panties and started squeezing your ass through your skirt.

You yelped and flinched, which made you fling your spatula backwards and that sent the perfect steak cutlet flying, landing with a nice, firm slap on the island countertop. Your mind almost didn't register the rubbing of Taika's hand over your folds, trying real hard to get you wet for him. You weren't having it. "Taika, you have no idea how fucking pissed off I am right now," you growled, your voice dripping with raw irritation and anger. "I lost a perfect bite of heaven, because of you."

"Mm, I know, and I'm sorry, but you know how I am sometimes," Taika continued to rub, seemingly dipping his fingers between the slit to check the water levels. It's still running pretty dry. He started rubbing faster, but that wasn't enough. He barely grazed his finger over your clit, when you grabbed his hand and yanked it out from his panties. You whirled around and threatened him with the steaming hot spatula. All he had left on him now was a smug grin and playful eyes that stared into your cold and displeased eyes. "What's up, babe? You seem tense."

"Taika, how long has it been since we last fucked," you said sternly, your other hand reaching back and taking the heat off of the steak.

"A week," he replied, proud of himself, yet still smug and still quite needy to put himself in your pants.

"Wrong," you corrected him with a flat gaze, "It's been five days, Taika."

"That's technically a work week, for me," he shrugged, biting his lip a little while he tried his best to keep his hips from bucking desperately, "And now we're on the weekend, darling, pleaassee, you won't even have to bite down on a washrag this time to keep from screaming! I mean, unless you're into that. It was kinda hot--." He was stopped by the familiar press of lips against his. He fluttered his eyes closed and let his hands fall and grab your hips, bringing them to press firmly against his. The crotch area, specifically.

You were the one who initiated the kiss and you were also the one to break it. You took both sides of his head in your hands and you shook it around a little. "Dumbass," you started, giving his head a little shake while he gave you a cheeky grin, "let me cook! Then, MAYBE, we can fuck, alright?"

"You're the boss, darling," he said, his hips doing a little happy wiggle, then he scooted away, back to behind the island, elbows resting on the surface while his hands kept his head up. You knew he was watching you intently, getting a little impatient sometimes and lightly rubbing his hips against the counter with need. Because he did this, and you saw him doing it, which confirmed your kill, you decided to take your sweet time with this meal, make it painfully slow and put an amazing amount of effort into a healthier version of Alfredo sauce.

This game didn't last long though. Taika was smarter than he let on, an intellectual of solid mind, though one wouldn't couldn't possibly see it if you had only one conversation with him. He started eye fucking you with every chance he got, giving you his sexiest, dirtiest look that he could muster, while rubbing his hard-on against the counter and whispering your name between gritted teeth. "You're making this so much harder than it has to be," Taika said through muttered, lust filled curses.

"What? Your dick or the tension in the room?" You said, turning you head so you could look at him from over your shoulder. He grimaced. He was on the verge of going up to his room and finishing things off himself.

"You can't just do this to me, (Y/N)," he groaned, leaning on the counter and whining like an injured puppy.

"Uh- ha! You did this to yourself! Even when you knew how hard it is for you to recover from something like that," you grinned, starting to plate the food and get it all nice and neat. "Plus, a bonus for me, this is practically like revenge for all the times you thought it would be okay to get me all riled up all the times I would casually be talking to another guy."

"Ah, they were flirting with you, I had to do it before they took you away from me," he grinned at you, now biting his lip so intensely, he left teeth marks on his lower lip.

"Taika, no one's going to take me away from you without a fight, you know that," you rolled your eyes and smiled at him, finishing with the pretty plating and bringing it over to Taika, where he was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Okay, food's done, now can we fuck?" Taika whined desperately. You could see the hefty bulge through his pants and it made you swallow thickly, but you stood by your own opinion and decided he could take a little more torture.

"No, we have to eat first," you said which drew a long, high pitched, goofy whine from the depths of his throat. Taika looked down at his plate, grumbling, then picked up his fork and started to shovel food into his mouth at a fast pace, eager to finish. He forgets that you have to finish your food too, and you weren't even starting at the same time as him, because you buried yourself with pouring the expensive wine that you knew he liked.

Whenever you finally were seated across from him, half of his plate was already gone and he was swallowing a hefty mouthful at the time. "Taika, you're going to choke if you keep eating like that," you laughed and shook your head, tangling the zucchini noodles around your fork.

"It's worf ut," he said with his mouth full and started to chew violently. You took your time with your plate, spindling the noodles around until it was a decent bite then stabbing a cut of steak and running it throughout the sauce. You only made this meal on special occasions, really, so you took time to cherish the flavor of it. Taika wasn't having it. He finished his food way before you did and chugged his wine like the madman he was. When he finished that, he slammed his glass down like he just finished a shot. He was a mess.

You shook your head, "I still have to finish, you know." Your plate was just about half way done. Surprisingly, he allowed you to finish your food in peace, well, enough peace at least. Every time you looked up, you were met with big, brown puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip. He watched you eat your food, begrudgingly, flicking the little piece of half cooked steak that landed on the counter awhile ago.

The longer you took to finish your food, the more the longing inside of you grew. You thought this was going to be just a night for snuggling and cute little romantic stuff that they never got to do at work. It was supposed to be a time to get to know each other better, besides already knowing what his favorite brand of wine was. It was a night meant for togetherness, and the want for that must have shown on your face, because, when it did, Taika's puppy-like expression seemed to lessen.

Finally, you finished off the last of your zucchini noodles, took both your and Taika's dishes to the sink, dumping what was left of your wine down the drain, and you started to rinse them. No one likes scrubbing off crusty food.

"Hey," you heard a specific New Zealander whisper gently from behind you. "You're tense again."

You set one of the wine glasses down in the sink, and it hit the metal with a soft clunk. That was the only noise between you two for a long while, except for the rush of the running water spinning down the drain. You took a deep breath and turned the water off, slowly, then dried your hands. Once you were done, you slowly turned towards him, "Is... Is sex all you're really wanting out of me? If it's true, then I really don't want that and I'm sure there's some clean hooker out their who is dying to get their hands on you and maybe would be willing to work for as long as you want." You started making hand motions as you spoke. They were awkward motions, but they were necessary.

"What? Why would I-- (Y/N), I don't understand, why would I try every day to get you alone, like during our first time. The only reason I needed you alone is because I wanted to confess and kiss you, I wanted to protect our privacy, because no one truly wants to be the newest hot couple cover of People Magazine. When we... When we fucked, it just so happened by chance. We were both in the mood and we got what was needed. I actually didn't expect this streak to go on for so on like this... but," he paused, coming around the island and grasping one of your hands with his, "every time I saw you at work after that, I thought back to our first kiss, then the first kiss leading up to the first time and... well, you're a smart girl, so I'll let you figure out the rest."

This managed to put a dismal smile on your face, you were still a bit upset. "But, why can't we ever have these days where we get to know each other, just cuddle and talk about things and learn things about each other that aren't liquor related!" It was more of a statement than a question. The two of you only had one night together like that. You cuddled up with him under a blanket and watched his and your favorite movies, occasionally talking, up until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Taika pulled you closer, gently, "Why didn't you say something, then, babe? You know I'm always open to stuff like that. Hell, I love that stuff." He brought the hand he was holding up to his mouth and he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it, sending warmth shooting straight to your cheeks.

"I was too embarrassed to admit it," you whispered to him, looking down at the floor until he used his free hand to tilt your head up and your eyes met with his. Eventually, your lips met his as well. It was brief, but soft and love filled. He didn't hesitate to pull you into a hug afterwards as well. The only problem was, his hard-on still existed.

"You know, I would love to settle down and watch a movie and all with you to talk about all your favorite things, but my boner is still here too," He joked, softly pulling away from the hug and looking down at you, cheeks alive with color.

"You want me to take care of that for you, don't you?" You ask with a stiffled laugh and look up at him to see that he's blushing, embarrassed now, and nodding his head yes. "Alright, fine, but once we're done, we're staying in your room for the rest of the night, watching Flash Gordon and you're going to give me ten reasons why Soul Rebel is your favorite Bob Marley album."

He grinned brightly at you now, "Deal."

[wastingstarlight]

but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? | chapter two

pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier rating: E (chapter) word count: 1.3k tags: Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Hockey, Masturbation, Pining, Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Hand Jobs, Public Hand Jobs read on ao3 read part one | tumblr • ao3

Thanksgiving break is just around the corner and Eddie is not looking forward to spending the long weekend cramped in a house that smells like mothballs with one aunt after another after another asking him how school is going or what he’s planning on doing after graduating or if he has a girlfriend yet.

There are only so many combinations of “fine”, “I don’t know yet”, and “fuck no” he can give before wanting to jump into the quarry and stay there until hypothermia takes him.

To make it worse, Mike is doing Thanksgiving in Florida this year—apparently, his grandfather has extended family there—so he’s not even going to have company on the drive between Castle Rock and Derry.

It’s the night before he has to leave, though, and Torrance is playing Harvard. It’s packed—Torrance men’s hockey is good this year and word travels fast. Torrance isn’t a sports school per se, but New Englanders love their hockey and it’s an easy support for newcomers to get attached to—fast-paced, a little bit violent, a little bit primal.

It’s all amplified tonight. The game is chippy from the start—Harvard rushes the Torrance goalie two minutes into the first period and there’s a good old-fashioned shoving match that ends with two Harvard players and three Torrance players in the penalty box, and it only goes downhill—uphill?—from there.

It’s a fantastic game, gets everyone in the crowd on their feet. Richie gets his first goal ten minutes into the first and his second is a buzzer-beater before the end of the second. Eddie is on the edge of his seat. Richie’s going to get a hat trick tonight. He can feel it.

And then he does.

Eddie screams himself hoarse as the crowd of baseball caps are tossed onto the ice and Richie smacks into his linemates with a roar that’s silent beneath the din of the crowd.

They run the rest of the clock out and just like that, they’ve blown out the Crimson 5-0.

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Eddie slips away from Stan as they head out of the rink and Stan gives him a knowing look before letting him go. So what? Maybe Eddie is predictable. Maybe he’s too pumped up to care. Eddie knows exactly how Richie likes to celebrate a win like this and Eddie wants.

He makes his way down to the hallway outside the home locker room and messes around on his phone as he waits. He doesn’t wait long—Richie is one of the first ones out, chatting animatedly with Bill, Mike, and Ben. He catches sight of Eddie and his grin goes sharper. He strides over, long legs making it look easy, curls one hand beneath Eddie’s jaw to tilt his head up and crashes their mouths together. Eddie makes a little noise and curls his fingers into the front of Richie’s shirt.

Eddie hears Bill’s wolf-whistle, Mike’s “gross”, and Ben’s “get it, Tozier!” but they don’t quite register, not when Richie licks teasingly at the seam of his lips.

They break apart but the look in Richie’s eyes makes Eddie’s chest flutter.

“C’mere,” Richie grins and tugs Eddie towards a side hallway that Eddie knows contains meeting rooms and offices.

“Wear protection!” Mike calls and Eddie flips him off.

Richie drags him into the first room that has the door propped open—a meeting room that’s illuminated only by the light from the hallway and the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

Eddie has barely had time to survey the room before Richie’s fingers card through the hair at the nape of Eddie’s neck and their mouths crash together. Eddie shivers into the kiss. His hands find purchase on Richie’s waist and he clings as Richie licks into his mouth while walking him back until he’s pressed against the wall with Richie’s thigh between his legs. Eddie makes a high pitched noise into the kiss and rocks forward helplessly.

“You were so fucking— ah—so fucking hot out there,” Eddie breathes. Richie kisses him again and again.

“Yeah?” Richie grins, shifting forward into Eddie’s crotch and drawing a moan.

“Yeah, Jesus,” Eddie mumbles.

“You can call me Richie.”

“Shut up,” Eddie hisses, leaning forward to kiss him again.

Richie grins into the kiss and the angle is off, but Richie shifts and then it’s perfect and oh Eddie is so easy for him.

Richie’s erection is a hard line against Eddie’s thigh and Eddie reaches a hand between them to palm at it.

Richie breaks back with a hiss. “Careful, Eds,” he says breathily. “You really know how to make a guy wanna come in his pants.”

Eddie hums. “I wanna blow you.”

“Jesus.”

“You can call me Eddie.”

Richie barks out a laugh and pulls Eddie forward into another kiss. Eddie has just undone the button on Richie’s pants when they hear voices growing louder.

“Shh, shh,” Richie grins, scratching a hand down Eddie’s side as Eddie muffles a whimper into the curve of Richie’s neck. Eddie nips Richie’s shoulder in retaliation and it’s Richie’s turn to bite back a hiss.

It’s just a handful of guys, joking around about the game and the party they’re headed to later, but they get closer to meeting room door that’s still ajar and Eddie feels Richie tremble. A wicked idea starts to form in Eddie's brain.

“Any one of them could look in here and see you like this,” Eddie breathes into Richie’s neck. Richie makes a little noise and Eddie goes on. “All marked up. A minute away from coming in your pants.”

“Fuck, Eddie.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If one of them saw?” Eddie punctuates the question by tugging down the zipper of Richie’s pants.

Richie doesn’t answer, just rocks forward, looking for friction and finding none.

The voices are right next to the door now and Eddie begins to see their shadows momentarily blotting out the hallway light.

“Quiet, now,” Eddie breathes, finally getting a hand on Richie’s dick and giving it a few experimental strokes.

Richie inhales sharply through his nose and Eddie knows how much he’s holding himself back—he’s always the more vocal of the two of them, spouting out dirty talk that makes even Eddie blush.

Now, though, with a group of strangers just an open door away, Richie is doing everything he can to not cry out. All because of Eddie’s hand on his dick. It’s fucking hot is what it is.

Eddie smears Richie’s precome across his palm and that makes the slide a little bit smoother. Eddie’s hand picks up the pace; he doesn’t dare get on his knees when there are people so close because he knows that’ll make Richie talk, but he can do this, can keep Richie on edge.

They’re right next to the door now, and it’s like they could be in the room with them.

One of the strangers says something and another one laughs and apparently Eddie had been keeping Richie a bit too close to the edge because he pitches forward suddenly and buries his face into Eddie’s neck to hide a gasp as he comes, spilling all over Eddie’s hand.

“Oh my god,” Eddie says faintly. The voices grow quieter by the second.

Richie laughs breathily. “Sorry. Knew you wanted to blow me.”

Eddie unceremoniously wipes come onto Richie’s underwear before tugging them back up. “That was before I knew you’d come like a fucking teenager who just discovered jerking off when you heard people right outside the door.”

“Hey,” Richie protests weakly.

“It’s not a bad thing,” Eddie grins and leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of Richie’s mouth. Eddie moves to lean back, but Richie doesn’t let him and deepens the kiss briefly instead.

“Come back to my room,” Richie says. “I want to take you apart.”

Eddie shivers because fuck yes.

“You gonna come in under a minute again?” Eddie asks, because he’s an asshole and Richie makes it so easy.

Richie groans. “You’re never gonna let me live this down.”

“Nope,” Eddie replies, popping the “p”.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Richie says with a long-suffering sigh.

Eddie just grins and shoves Richie backward. “C’mon, asshole. I want you to fuck me before I die of old age."

"Your wish, my darling," Richie says in his stupid British guy voice, "is my command."