#THE GIGGLE TICKLE FLIRTING IS TOO MUCH

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE- L. HOWLETT

Pairing: Possesive! Boyfriend! Logan x Fem! Reader (grumpy x sunshine)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Logan is always possesive of you, making sure the whole world knows you're his. He especially makes it known when any man tries to flirt with whats his.

Warnings: SMUT, possesivness, size kink, pet names, daddy kink, mocking? kink, dom Logan, mirror sex, swearing, implied violence/ death

"heartbreak is one thing, my egos another- i beg you don't embarass me motherfucker.."- please x3, sabrina carpenter

“Please Logan. Please, please, please just behave tonight.” you begged, pouting your lip as you gazed up at him with puppy dog eyes. It wasn’t often you had to beg Logan for anything.

He always gave you everything you wanted, no questions asked.

New purse? Chanell bag was waiting for you on the table when you arrived home. New shoes? He helped you pick them out, making you walk over to him seductively before perching you on his lap.

Anything you wanted, you got. Except for Logan behaving himself.

The older man was not known for being… caring.

To anyone but you, of course.

Where the sunshine lingered over your head like a halo, his stormcloud trailed behind at an arm's distance.

He was jealous… no, possessive. If a man stared at you for a second too long, he was no longer a man, but a boy sprawled on the ground with blood gushing out of his nose, ears and eyes. A violent, cold shouldered man with a harsh military past, but to you he would give the world on a silver platter if he could.

Which is exactly why he was dressing up for an event he very much did not want to go to- for your sake.

You stood on your tiptoes to adjust his tie, smoothing out his crisp, white undershirt that highlighted his strong arms. You wanted to kiss them.

“That's all I’m askin baby.” you pouted again, placing a gentle kiss to his neck as he bent down to your level.

“Now would I ever embarrass my girl?” he asked teasingly, brushing a warm, calloused thumb across your cheek, careful not to mess up the makeup you had so delicatly applied sitting on the bathroom vanity for hours.

“Hmm. Well sometimes someone gets a lil possessive..” you trailed on, his eyebrow cocking in amusement.

“AmI not allowed to protect my princess? There's so many terrible men out there you know baby.. That just wanna take my girl away from me.” he mocked your pout, guiding you around to face the standing mirror adorned with little lights around it, to “highlight your beauty” he had told you.

They glowed softly, pulsing against your skin as he leaned down, placing a kiss on your neck- the same place you had to him- only his tugged at your skin, just a little longer.

“And we don't want that now do we?”

Your panties damped at his condescending tone. God, why did his posessiveness turn you on so fucking much? You were adding fuel to the fire.

“No, but it's just a gala Lo. I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

“I’m always protecting my girl.” he snarled, hands gripping your hips, giving them a squeeze over your velvet red dress, draping across your body like a Greek goddess. It was one of Logans favourites. Of course, he said that about everything you did, and did not wear.

You thought it was fitting for the event, supposedly just a “mingle and drink” was what Charles had said. A good way to connect with other mutants from other parts of the world. It was important to him, so you wanted to make sure it ran as smoothly as possible.

“You look so fucking beautiful. Fuck.” he murmured, running his hands up and down your body, tickling your skin. “You make me think such dirty, dirty thoughts princess.”

“Oops.” you giggled, feeling a bulge against your backside, rubbing against the fabric. You hated to leave him high and dry, but Charles would kill you if you were late.

It would cause Logan to be on edge even more so then he was, but if he had it his way, you’d constantly stay in his bed.

“Now we gotta go. Oh- and, no guns, no claws.” you scolded, shimming out of his grasp to snatch up your handbag, stuffing the contents that had spilled out back inside messley.

“Hgmp.” he grumbled, reaching for your outstretched hand, trailing after you to walk into his own personal internal hell. If it meant he could support you, and even just see you- he would do it.

Not without a slight fuss though, to make you pity him.

“Don’t think about it Lo. Charles wants this to go perfectly… and I’m just-”

“Hey. hey, I’m just teasing you baby. I promise, I’ll be on my best behaviour, I wanna be there for you. But if any man tries it…” He stopped you, turning you back against the doorframe, his palm in your cheek, stroking it lovingly.

You met his eyes, soaking in their gentle gaze he only revealed to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You just want an excuse to show off your hot date.” you teased, smiling softly.

He laughed, squeezing you close to his chest. You breathed in his cologne, smelling strongly of whisky and pine needles. It made you drunk, intoxicating you like white wine.

“You caught me there.” 

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“Fashionably late” is what Logan called it, when you strolled into the ballroom of the old, castle-like manor, nearly twenty minutes past. You had urged him to pick up the pace, but he had distracted you with his lips whenever you tried to protest.

He had listened to you however, when you begged him not to mess up your makeup, only tugging on your lip with teeth instead of smearing it with his thumb.

Smiling meekly at Charles with your hair slightly out of place, you wiggled your way through the crowd, familiar and unfamiliar faces poking out at you.

You waved to Storm, smiling as she flirted with a mutant from out of town. Soaking in her shimmering silver dress, you gave her a big thumbs up, mouthing “you look so good!”, earning a stifled giggle from her as the man continued his conversation.

Logan watched you like a hawk from the side of the room, acting as a bodyguard. He seemed to sneer at anyone who you didn’t know get too close to you, even if they were just passing by.

He had showed up for you, so you let him sulk. It was the least you could do. You paid him no mind, occasionally looking over to see him nursing a whisky on the rocks in a fancy glass, adjusting his jacket as Rouge talked to him.

Giving him a little soft wave, you turned, bumping right into an unfamiliar face.

“Oh, my apologies- I should’ve watched where I was going.” you reassured, giving a curt nod and smile. You took a step, Charles popping into view- only an arms reach away.

“Hey, no worries. I hope I didn’t mess up your beautiful dress.” the stranger smiled, eyeing you up. It made you shiver in discomfort. “Oh thank you.” You tried to be as polite as you could be- hoping the conversation would end as quickly as it started.

“What’s your name?” he asked. “Oh- uh… Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m-”

“She doesn't care who you are.” a low voice growled, Logan slipping in front of you, shielding you from the stranger.

You could see the back muscles ripple through his tight jacket, threatening to tear in two. He must have sniffed out your immediate discomfort. You were grateful for it, as the hungry stares the man gave you made you uneasy.

“Woah bud. Chill out, I’m just saying hello.”

“You’re making my girl uncomfortable. And anyone who makes my girl-” he emphasised those two words. “-uncomfortable, gets fucked up.”

You felt Charles stare at the back of your head, and you frantically tried to pull him back before he threw a punch and made a scene. “Lo- let's go, lets just let it go.”

He snarled at the man, making him tremble slightly, trying to hide his discomfort the same way you had just done for him.

“I would listen to your girl.” he mocked.

“You shut the fuck up.” you snapped, stepping out from behind your guard dog of a boyfriend- finger right in his face. “I shouldn't even give you the time of day, you perv. I know what you're thinking about- and I would never be with you. Never in a million years.” you spat, turning sharply on your heel, not looking to see if anyone followed.

You felt heads turn as you strutted out of the ballroom, Charles being one of them.

He was a pervert. I’m getting some air. You telepathically told Charles, stomping towards an empty office down the hall- letting the door slam behind you. I understand, and I’ll take care of him, if Logan doesn't before me. He murmured, voice slipping from your mind as quick as it came.

You leaned against the mahogany desk, taking a deep breath. Trying to compose yourself, you unzipped your dress just a tad, to give yourself more room to take deeper breaths.

A moment later, you heard loud footsteps stomp down the hall, Logan appearing from behind the closed door he opened. His eyes glinted with anger- a hunger and possessiveness that had you squeezing your thighs together.

The lock clicked, and within two strides he towered in front of you. “Lo-”

He kissed you so hard you swore you tasted coppery blood coat your bottom lip, and you moaned into his mouth. Melting into his touch, his hands held your neck- not letting you go anywhere, before hiking you up in his arms.

Office supplies were pushed to the side clattering to the ground as you were perched at the edge of the desk, legs wrapping around Logan tightly.

“Youre so fucking hot when you get like that. So worked up, letting that lil cat out to scratch.”

He growled in your mouth, hand slipping down to grab your ass, smacking it hard. “Mghm f-fuck Logan, he just made me so angry… and you protected me like always..”

“That man is not gonna make it tomorrow when I’m done with him.” he promised, and you felt heat rise in your cheeks at his claims.

“You’re mine. Mine, and fuck I’m gonna make sure you leave this room with everyone knowing that princess.”

“Lo- need y’so bad..” you whined, hand slipping down his chest to tug at the button of his dress pants. His bulge taunted you, and a hiss escaped from his lips as you grazed it through the fabric.

“Ya? You need me baby? Come and take me then, my big, strong girl.” he murmured, letting you pull him out of his confinements, the sheer size making your mouth water.

You never got tired of him, never got over how big he was. You struggled to tug your dress fully off, and he chuckled at the sight of you.

“So desperate hm? Need help?”

“N-no.” you mumbled, finally finding a way to shimmy it down. You wasted no time with the extras- simply pulling your thong to the side, as you guided him near your entrance.

“Your hands are so tiny on my cock baby. All of you is just so tiny, you need to be protected, hm?”

You nodded mindlessly, sighing in relief as he slid his cock up and down through your soaked folds, before sliding in and hitting home. Your mouth popped open with an O- as he never fully slid fully in without guiding it in slowly first.

He was needy tonight. You both were.

“Oh fuck baby. Fuck.”

You squeezed your legs around his waist, pulling him in tighter, trying your best to fuck yourself on him. It wasn't as good as what he did to you. You needed him.

“You poor lil thing. You need some help, you need daddy to fuck ya princess?”

You nodded, moaning as his hand found its way around your neck, squeezing softly as he pulled out, then back home- hips snapping at a rough pace that had you seeing stars.

You couldn't help but let the noises escape you- trying so hard to stay quiet but they slipped out, mixing with the slap of skin.

“Yeah let it all out baby. Let them all hear how good I fuck you. How you're mine, and no one else's.”

You looked into his eyes widely, as they started to fog over with pure pleasure. He hugged your gummy walls like a glove, his grunts and praises spurring you on. You couldn't help but look down, watching the way his cock slid deep inside you, the outline poking through your stomach.

“Lo- you’re so big.”

“And you're so tight, baby. You like lookin at how well you take me? Look over there.” he nodded his head over to the right, where a full length mirror stood.

You turned your head, watching as he rammed into you, pushing your legs up across his big, beefy shoulders, bending you to his will. His eyes met yours in the reflection, a cruel smirk forming on his lips as you gasped and whimmered his name as he fucked you.

“Such a pretty princess.” he whispered, hoping everyone could hear you.

Knowing those noises you made were because him- for him, and only him.

[the-californicationist]

he gives great gifts

Price/Reader - TW: remote vibrator, minor female ejaculation

“Hey, love, I’m home,” Price’s voice called out to you, summoning you to the front door. 

He was carrying all of your packages and mail, along with his rucksack, home for the weekend. You took the mail, helping him leave the worries of the day at the door to join you in the kitchen. You were making his favorite, chicken spaghetti, and you just started the oven. 

Your captain sat at the island counter, opening up the mail and sorting out the bills. He kissed you as you walked past him, his mustache tickling your lip and cheek

“Mm,” he moaned, “How was your day?”

“Good,” you smiled, flirting with him, “Missed you, though. How was yours? Any news from Laswell?”

“No, not yet. Still waiting on the intel. Oh, hey, it came!” He lit up, tearing into a small package with his knife.

“What’s that?” You asked over your shoulder, bending to put the chicken in the oven. 

“Bought you an early birthday present. Come see,” he was holding a black box, lifting the lid to reveal the prize inside. 

“John, I thought we said no gifts? What did you… oh, my God. Is that what I think it is?”

“Yeah,” he smiled like he had just won a medal, prideful and obviously chuffed, “...and it has a remote.”

You were staring at a lime green, silicone dildo. It was shaped like a curved smile, one large end for insertion and the other smaller end to be nestled on top of your clit. 

“A remote?” You asked, taking out the toy and feeling its smoothness in your hands. It was lightweight, but very solid. It seemed expensive, well-crafted, and like John had spent way too much money on you, as usual.

It buzzed in your hands, coming alive with a low rumble. It shocked you, and you almost dropped it.

“Oh, my God!” You laughed, “What was that?”

He held up a matching lime green remote. It was small, like a car fob, and it had a few different buttons to choose from. Price’s face was full of mischief,

“Put it in, love.”

“I’m making dinner,” you protested, but you didn’t put it down. 

“So?” He whispered darkly, dragging your hips toward him, kissing you deeply, licking your mouth and leaving little love bites down the side of your neck.

You giggled, smiling sweetly. He made it so easy to give in to him. You sighed,

“Okay, okay. Help me put it in, honey.”

Price put the remote down and slid your pants down to your thighs, pulling your panties down with them. He took the toy from you and opened the little packet of lube that came in the pouch, coating the thick end. He hesitated, slipping his own finger into you first, finding you a little too wet and already turned on. 

He made a face, full of delighted surprise, teasing you,

“Someone’s excited, hm?”

Impatient, he slid the toy into you gently, fitting it at your entrance and pressing it up into you. He pulled it back out again and used it to fuck you for a few strokes, making you moan quietly, leaning forward to steady yourself on his huge forearm. 

“Mm,” he groaned, “You like that, love?”

“Yeah,” you gasped.

He settled it all the way in and made sure the front was in the right place before replacing your panties and your leggings back up around your waist. You kissed him again, and went back into the kitchen to finish up with dinner. 

The excitement of knowing he could control your pleasure was building inside of you. You didn’t see the remote on the countertop, and he was busy recycling the boxes, so you thought you were safe. You leaned down again to check the chicken, and then you almost came out of your skin as the toy came alive inside of you. 

Price was unbothered, pouring a few fingers of whisky into his glass, innocently. He saw you looking at him and smiled knowingly, taking a long swig of the amber liquid into his mouth. You glared, but you needed to put the pasta on to boil. So, you turned back around to grab a pot. 

Inside of you, the toy buzzed, low and rumbling, shaking your clit and rattling against your g-spot in tandem, freezing you in place, riding out the waves of sensation. You struggled to bring yourself back to your task, but you wanted to play along, so you brought the pot over to the sink, panting, trying to work through the blinding pleasure, filling the pot with warm water. You had a few seconds to wait for it to reach the top, so you closed your eyes, reveling in the vibrations. 

You let out a moan, eyes still wrenched shut, hands on either side of the sink. 

“Um, love?” Price interrupted your lust, pointing to the pot which was now overflowing.

“Oh, shit,” you turned off the tap, and managed to pour out some of the water without too much trouble.

However, as you turned to walk it back over to the stove, he turned up the intensity. There was now some sort of… rotation… happening inside of you. It honestly felt like you were being fucked, like a cock was thrusting up into you, punishing your core. You stopped in your tracks, gripping the heavy pot for dear life, moaning in full volume. 

“John!”

Everything stopped. You gasped, your eyes flitting to him immediately. The captain was grinning from ear to ear, drinking his whisky and enjoying the show. He chuckled,

“What is it? You alright?” 

You laughed in short, panting breaths, rolled your eyes at him, and put the pot down to open the pantry for the spaghetti. When you reached for the door handle, the sensations were back, sending bolts of pleasure through your pussy, making your panties damp as you gushed out around the unrelenting dildo. You grabbed the handle tighter, steadying yourself against the frame of the door, resting your body against it, keening like a paid whore. Just as you were about to tumble over the edge, inches away from coming, it stopped again. 

“John Price,” you turned toward him, eyes wild, “You did not just - ”

“I’m starving,” he said casually, not even looking in your direction, pretending to scroll through his phone, “Think you’ll have dinner ready soon, love?”

You groaned, opening the door and reaching for the pasta boxes, waiting for him to click the button again. 

There was nothing. 

You waited in the pantry a little longer, baiting him.

Nothing. Not even a little jiggle. 

You barged out of the pantry, and as soon as he saw you, you were sent to your knees. He’d turned whatever setting it was all the way up. You dropped the pasta boxes, crawling on the floor of the kitchen like an animal, screaming out lurid cries and feeling your thighs tremble from the onslaught. 

“Did you think I would let you hide in there where I couldn’t see you?” His question was delivered with cold cruelty. He had left his seat and was now standing over you, remote in hand, watching you suffer at his feet. You begged for mercy,

“Baby, please, God… I need… oh, fuck!”

“Pick up the pasta. Now,” He commanded you, his voice loud and oppressive.

“John, please,” you clutched at the leg of his jeans, feeling like you were coming in waves and waves and waves. 

He reached down with his empty hand and grabbed you by the hair at the base of your skull, forcing you to look up at him, 

“I said: Pick. Up. The. Pasta.”

“Okay, okay…” You were trying to breathe. You let go of his pant leg and reached for the boxes, feeling your pussy clench around the toy as it fucked the life out of you. 

Your hands were shaking. The dry spaghetti made the sound of cheap maracas, clattering out of the box and splashing in the boiling water. You tried to open the second box, and you couldn’t. Your hands weren’t following your commands.

Price’s eyes bore into you as he stood next to you, watching you come apart under his control. Very casually, he took the box from you, opened it, and handed it back to you. He was breathing hard, as if he, too, was being subjected to the same sensations. 

Unable to stop yourself, you looked down at his cock. It was pressing against his pants, making a perfect outline of itself, hard as a stone. He caught you looking and palmed himself over the top of the fabric, squeezing the head to relieve some of the tension. 

You were practically drooling for him. But, you went back to the meal, putting the other box of pasta in as gently as you could. The way that this toy was fucking you almost reminded you of having John’s fingers in you while he sucked on your clit. The vibrations and steady rocking movements brought you to completion in a way where you couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the other began. 

As you turned your back to face Price, he moved toward you, pulling you away from the stove and shoving you up against the countertop. He snaked his hand between your legs and pushed up on the toy, forcing it to fuck you deeper than normally possible, shoving it in you mercilessly. 

“John, I’m going to come, please!”

You came, but it was unique. You felt like you were wetting yourself, coming so hard that fluid was squirting out of you, soaking your panties and leggings, along with John’s invasive hand. 

“Mm, fuck,” he growled in your ear, “Did you just squirt for me? Bloody fucking hell.”

“I don’t…” you couldn’t form coherent thoughts, “I dunno. John, help me, please…”

“Sweet girl, do you need this cock?” he pulled your bottoms down, trapping your knees with them, and held you up by your waist. He turned off the vibrator and tugged it out of you gently. You were so slick that it slid out of you without much resistance. Your pussy was throbbing, flooded with come, and desperate for a familiar sort of relief. 

“Yes, please, God,” you begged, tears in the corners of your eyes. 

“Alright, love,” he let you feel his hot head at your pulsating entrance, ready to sink into you, “It’s alright, I'm here now.”

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Description: Your best friend Eddie starts to look very appealing to you, but if you suggest a dynamic change, will he go for it?

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, AFAB reader, weed smoking, virgin Eddie x virgin reader, grinding, fingering, fem oral receiving.

A/N: I just wanted to write a little goofy, not so confident Eddie and this poured out of my brain hole. Enjoy! Reblogs and comments keep me alive so please for the love of all that is smutty reblog if you enjoy it! 

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“All I'm saying is…” you take a big pull of the joint Eddie wiggles at you, his rough fingers brushing your lips. Your voice comes out croaky as hell when you speak, holding the smoke in, “...you can't do the voice.” 

The film plays quietly in the background as you both hang out on his couch, paying little attention to it. 

Eddie scoffs at you, taking the smoke back, and takes a big lug of it himself, hand coming to rest on your bare ankle that was thrown casually over his lap. 

“What you trying to say? You know I can do voices. I could totally do Vader.” 

Giggling, you wiggle your feet as he lightly drags his fingers over them. 

“Don't do that, you know it tickles!” 

Holding his hands up and away from you, you almost miss the contact. Which was insane. This is Eddie, for fucks sake. Your best friend. The asshole who made you nearly piss your pants in seventh grade from tickling too hard, who does stupid shit to get you to smile when you're sad. 

Recently though, the little lingering touches he gives you make your toes curl. Those glances that last a little too long for best friends, the drag of his hand on your back when you move through a crowd. It was crazy, but a part of you couldn't help but think he was feeling the same way. It wasn't like you were in love with the guy, at least not like that. He was almost family. Which made the feelings that you were having sinful in a way that made your thighs clench. 

The flirting didn't help. Eddie flirted as naturally as breathing. He was just so goddamn charming; he had chemistry with everyone. Which made it even more awkward. What if your salacious thoughts weren't reciprocated? Maybe it was just your raging hormones and you needed to keep them in check before you lose your best friend. 

“You're wrong you know.” 

Eddie's words bring you out of the daze you've been falling into; you blink at him, confused. 

“Huh?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, and flashes you a smirk that does nothing to quench the fire inside, right when his large hands move to your waist and tickle you relentlessly. You're gasping giggles as he pins your hands over your head, full weight pressing into you. Somehow, he's got his narrow hips in between your thighs, which is definitely not helping the situation. 

“I can totally do the voice, see?” He drops it two octaves, letting a deep bass voice flow out of him, “Luke, I am your father.” 

Fuck, that shouldn't turn you on, but it did. That, and his forced proximity has you feeling uncomfortably wet. It's embarrassingly seeping into your panties; so much so that you cringe at your body's betrayal. 

He's just so damn close. So close, that you see something fluttering behind those brandy wine eyes of his. Or, was it merely your imagination?

Only one way to find out. 

Biting your lip, you flutter your eyelashes softly and speak in the sexiest voice you can.

“Does that mean I should call you Daddy?” 

Eddie's mouth drops open in a perfect O, eyebrows knitted. 

“You can't- you just- fuck!” 

He clambers off of you in an attempt to put some space between you, crossing his legs on the couch. Eddie looks flustered, cheeks burning red as he looks at you like you just grew an extra head. 

“I can't what, Eddie? Can't tease you like you tease me?” 

“Huh? I don't tease you! When did I-” 

“Oh, pinning me down don't count, huh?” 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you watch as he blows air out, grabbing a cushion and ramming it in his lap. 

“I didn't mean it like that, it's just, I dunno.” 

Looking down at his hands, he fiddles with his rings. The sheepishness he's showing is adorable, and so unlike him that it stops you in your tracks. Maybe you should just go easy on him, just a little. 

“Don't worry about it Eds, I'm just fucking around.” 

There's a bit of tension released from his shoulders, but he's still not looking at you. 

Fuck, you need another smoke. 

“You want me to roll?” 

“Hell no, I've seen you roll.” 

Scrunching your nose in fake anger, he laughs at you. 

“Look like a little chipmunk when you do that.” 

“All I hear is that you think I'm adorable.” You giggle as he mockingly rolls his eyes. 

“OK, you roll, I'll grab some sodas.” 

Getting up, you smooth your skirt down and walk over to the fridge. The cans are on the lower shelf, so you bend to grab two, making a mental note to tell Eddie to buy some more. 

When you look back, Eddie's slid to the floor, rolling paraphernalia spread out in front of him. It would be a normal scene, if he didn't still have the cushion wedged in his lap and his face wasn't glowing redder than your underwear. 

Underwear… underwear that he might have seen, since you just bent over. And the only reason why he'd keep that cushion in his lap is if he… 

Oh. 

Wordlessly, you put the soda next to his elbow and scoot up on the couch, entirely unsure about what you're supposed to do in a situation like this. The furthest you've ever gone is some over the clothes stuff. 

Plus, this is Eddie. Your stupid, asshole, mean, tormenting, breathtakingly gorgeous best friend. You curse, wriggling a little in your seat. Your panties are so damp they're practically glued to your privates, a heat emanating from you that's making your insides burn. 

“Milady.” 

Eddie holds the joint to you, perfectly rolled and more surprisingly, unlit.

“Eddie, you always take the first toke. Rollers rights, remember?” 

He shrugs and passes it anyway, giving you the lighter too, as he lifts himself onto the couch with both hands, letting his cushion shield drop briefly. Long enough to see the tightness in the crotch of his pants. 

Now the feel of your slick is dampening your thighs. Pushing them together as tight as you can, willing the feeling to dissipate, you light it with trembling hands. One puff, two puffs, pass. As his fingers graze yours, he looks at you appraisingly.

“You alright there sweetheart? Not comfy?” 

Nothings gonna happen if you just sit here and whine like a bitch in your head. Take the leap. 

“It's a little, er, embarrassing.” 

Knees squeezing together so hard it's bordering on painful, you look up at him through your lashes. Eddie's eyes are wide and warm, a light smile wrinkling them at the corners softly. 

“It's only me, come on. You can tell me anything.”

Huffing and wriggling some more, you watch him inhale smoke, and blow it out, a slight pout to his mouth that makes you want to pepper it with soft kisses. Then hard kisses. Then, other stuff. Fuck. 

“It's not- we don't, talk about this kinda stuff. I don't wanna… cross a line, you know?”

“Hey, it's alright.” His thick fingers shakily touch your knee, thumb rubbing back and forth. You're not sure if it calms you or makes you worse. It could be both. 

“Fine. Just, don't look at me when I tell you this, ‘kay?” 

There's a little laugh from him, then he rests his head on the back of the couch, eyes staring resolutely to the ceiling. 

“Alright weirdo I'm not looking. Shoot.” 

Tightening your knuckles, your face creases with the effort as you let fly the words that may well end your friendship. 

“I'm uncomfortable, I'm just- fuck, I'm really wet, OK?”

Of all the things you could say, you know Eddie was not expecting you to say that. Especially when he blushes profusely and his grip tightens hard on the cushion in his lap. True to his word, his gaze is directed firmly on the ceiling. 

“That's really-” His voice is broken; squeaky and boyish. He coughs and it comes out much lower, almost comically so. “That's, er, interesting.” 

You can't help it. A crazy laugh shoots out of your throat. An insane laugh. A mental institution laugh. It seems fitting for the situation. Here you are, on Eddie fucking Munson’s couch, telling him how wet you are? You've finally lost it. 

He laughs with you, helping to diffuse some of the awkward energy filling the room.

“Sorry Eddie. It just feels a bit, surreal, you know?” 

Eddie risks a look at you when he hands the joint back. You both stare at each other, each wishing to read the other's mind. 

Remember who you're talking to. This is Eddie. You can talk to him about anything. 

“Listen, Eddie, this is way out of fucking left field but I'm gonna say it. Have you like, done stuff, before?” 

Taking the biggest inhale you can risk without swallowing the roach, you pass the smoke back. There's a very slight shake to Eddie's hand. For some reason it gives you a bit more confidence. His voice wobbles more dramatically than you've ever heard.

“You mean like, sexual, stuff?” 

He finishes the smoke and stubs it out, glancing at you. There's a heat in his eyes that you're not used to seeing. 

“Y-yeah, I mean, honest truth? I've only done over the clothes stuff. Nothing more than that. And you?” 

Eddie coughs, puffing his chest out a little in full man-mode.

“I mean, yeah sure, a bit more than that, you know.” 

You do know. You know by the way he worded that, he's at least not gotten past third base. 

“You're a virgin too then.” 

“Hey!” He huffs, turning to you, “I'm like, way less of a virgin than you are!” 

You laugh loudly, knocking his arm with your fist. 

“Doesn't make you less of a virgin, you idiot.” 

He laughs, shaking his head. 

“Suppose you're right. Some hook-ups ‘round the back of The Hideout don't count for much.”

Reaching for his hand, you brush his knuckles with tentative fingers. 

“Eddie, what I'm trying to say is, well maybe- we could help each other out? I'm a bit… frustrated, and so are you. You know?” 

He squirms a little, recoiling from your touch. 

“What makes you think I'm frustrated?” 

“Eddie, I'm not a fucking idiot. I know why you're grabbing that cushion.” 

He laughs, his special fake laugh he reserves for awkward occasions. That is, until you grab the cushion from his lap and throw it across the room.

He's hard, almost painfully so. It's pressing against his zipper in such a way that you know it must be uncomfortable. You take in a harsh breath as you look at his face. So many emotions seem to be fighting for dominance. Clear arousal, some confusion, a little bit of pity, maybe? Which is the last thing you want to see.

Maybe you were wrong.

“I'm saying that we can help each other. I'm attracted to you. I'm not declaring my love for you or anything. It's not like, some crazy confession. I'm just saying we could… relieve each other.”

“Oh.” His whole demeanour has shifted at your words, “so you don't like, love me, or anything?” 

“Eddie, you are so fucking stupid. Of course I love you, you're my best friend. Just not like that. I mean, I kinda want you to… touch me places, don't mean I want your hand in marriage!” 

His chuckle rings against the tinny walls of the trailer. Then, he looks at you, really looks at you. Biting his lip, he walks his hands toward you, stopping just shy of your constricted knees. 

“Glad you said that. I didn't know how to say that I kinda… well, that I like you, that way, but not like… man, you said it better.” 

And just like that, your Eddie was back. It wasn't weird, far from it. After the way you'd been acting around each other for years, it just made sense. 

You both smile at each other. A genuine, familiar smile. One that hurts your cheeks, that makes your chest fill with warmth. 

“I know this is like, super weird, but it might help, you know?” 

Eddie crawls further towards you, palms splayed on your knees. The simple touch has you quivering. 

“What if it's too weird? I don't want this to ruin our friendship.” 

You smile softly, and unclench your thighs slightly, knees spreading. Enough to make his eyes dart down to your core and back up, laced with want. 

“Tell you what Eds. Kiss me.” 

“And how is that gonna help?”

You laugh, beckoning him forwards. As if on a string, he leans toward you, his rough hands grazing the tops of your thighs. You try to disguise the gasp it elicits from you, but it doesn't seem necessary. Eddie's breathing hard, hard enough to hide any impromptu noises from you. 

“Just kiss me Eddie. If it's weird and gross, we'll laugh about it. If it's, erm, better than that… well, then we can maybe take it a little further.”

Eddie leans in more, hovering over you as your head rests naturally into the armrest. But he stops, inches from your face, hesitating. 

“I don't- shit, I don't know what to do!” 

Laughing loud, you reach out and twirl a section of his hair in your soft hands, adding definition to a curl. 

“Just, use a move on me. You know? Like I'm one of those girls at The Hideout. Come on.” 

He laughs, knuckles dragging over your cheek. 

“That's… this isn't the same. You're not like that ” 

“Fine, just- come on to me. Hit me with your best shot. Just, I dunno, just-”

The rest of your sentence dies on your tongue as he cradles your jaw and presses his full lips softly to yours. You don't know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. He holds your face almost delicately, tongue lapping gently at your lip until you allow him to slip it inside. 

It's a slow, deliberate thing, as if he's mapping out your mouth in case you never agree to do this again. Not that that's a danger to you. His tongue is burning hot; a slippery warm need, igniting the fire that was already smouldering within you. 

His form relaxes slightly, allowing his weight to drop. His chest falls onto yours, no doubt telling him of the heaving gasps you're taking. You couldn't find it in you to mind, not whilst he's prising your legs open with one knee, his thigh pressing against just where you need it most. 

A moan races out of your mouth and into his, muffled into his chasing tongue. The warmth between your legs is just getting worse, stoked by the pressure of his searching knee. Suddenly there's tension exactly where you need it, the coarse denim of his thigh rubbing hard against your throbbing nub. 

“Eddie, fuck!”

He smiles into your mouth as he pushes his leg harder, groans overtaking his mouth as you use it to chase your pleasure. 

His perfect mouth traces down your jaw, nipping and sucking at your flesh. His thick tongue lathing over your taut muscles, your tiny fingers grasping onto his arms almost pathetically. 

When he breaks away to look at you, eyes searching for doubts, you can't help but think how beautiful he looks. His hair's a little messier than usual, cheeks flushed pink, and those full lips look even plumper than before. 

“Sorry, should have checked in. Was that, alright? Not too weird?” 

You try to slow your breathing, but it's no use. It usually takes you a while to get there on your own, but you were so close to coming on Eddie's leg after a couple of minutes of making out it was almost shameful. 

“I'll say, jeez. I nearly- er, got carried away.” 

“Really?” Eddie's eyes seem to brighten as the corners of his mouth twitch up into a cheeky grin. 

“Don't let that get to your head! I'm just really… needy right now.” 

“Fuck,” he replies, adjusting his bulge, “right, carried away, you say?”

Before you can process what he's said he leaps up, grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder. Your giggling squeals echo through the trailer, ringing out like the peals of a bell as he barges into his room and throws you on the bed. Laughing and red faced, with your skirt rucked up around your hips and your arms flung above your head, you notice Eddie's gaze shamelessly skimming to your panties. 

Shaking out of his bare faced revelry he jumps onto the bed next to you, eager as a kid at Christmas. He's on his side, a large hand roaming over your stomach, across your waist, down to your hips and skimming just under your thin sweater. 

“You want me to take this off?” You ask, tugging at the hem. 

“Oh, er- yeah, I-I mean if you- do you want to take it off?” 

Eddie bumbles through his words as you giggle at him, his usual confident demeanour evaporated at the thought of your body. 

“Eddie you dingus, you've literally seen me in my underwear before!” 

“Well, yeah… but that was before you, er, filled out.” 

It was a long time ago. A hot Summer spent running around the trailer park hitting each other with water balloons. You'd almost forgotten how far back it was.

“You don't have to be scared of my boobs ya know.” 

Eddie scoffs, hitting you playfully with a flick of his finger on the tip of your nose. You grab it, trying to bite it but he's pulling it away and you follow. It turns into yet another wrestling match as laughter rings from the pair of you. He tries to hold his hand up high but then you straddle him. 

Suddenly, his arm goes limp and you pull the offending digit into your mouth triumphantly, nibbling softly. It's then you realise you're straddling his stomach and he's completely lost, staring at the way your skirt is wrinkled. 

Play fight discarded, you shimmy down his body and revel in the little shaking breath Eddie makes as you sit gently on his crotch, the hardened bulge pressing into your clothed heat. 

“Fuck, you're so warm.” 

You blush as his fingers dig into your hips as if afraid you'll disappear. 

“You can feel that, through your jeans?” 

He chuckles low in his throat and the sound travels straight to your tummy, letting loose a cascade of butterflies. 

“Feel it? It's like a freaking furnace. Bet it'll feel amazing inside you.” 

It's just Eddie, running his mouth; in fact it seems he didn't mean to say that out loud judging by the look on his face. He always has an issue separating outside thoughts and inside thoughts. It was so casually spoken though, you don't think he realised just how dirty it sounded. 

Your fingers smooth up his stomach, feeling the muscles tense under the contact, pulling his shirt up with them. 

“Really hot when you say stuff like that.” 

You're embarrassed admitting it, but you're so turned on that he needs to know how much his words affect you. Mostly so he'll keep using them.

“Yeah?” 

“Hmm.” 

You're dragging nails over his abdomen, tugging his t-shirt higher and higher. He doesn't seem to mind, firm hands pulling your hips slowly back and forth. So you take a shot, and yank it up high. He gets the message, lifting his arms over his head so you can fling it off and away. 

There's no subtlety to the way he pulls at your top, sitting up to wrench it off you. He's panting, eyes raking over your red cotton bra as if you were in the finest lingerie. Then your lips crash together, desperately exploring each other's mouths, teeth clashing in urgency. You collapse on top of him as he holds your hip with one hand, guiding you over his hardness as the other palms your breast over your bra. 

That feeling is back, the burning tingling mass of arousal clutching your insides, growing and growing quicker than ever. You rut against him, each pass sending a zip of sensation all the way from your clit to the tips of your toes. 

Moaning in his mouth, you break away and he nips at your neck, rough fingers snaking into your bra to clumsily rub your nipple. You cling to his waist tightly as the feeling mounts, and mounts, and finally- 

“Eddie! Oh- oh fuckin’ hell!” 

It happens. The thing that had never happened to you outside of your own late night desperate fumblings. It flows like liquid fire through your veins, buzzing across your skin in a wild burning sensation that takes you utterly by surprise. Your sounds are feral; incoherent and needy, as your thighs grasp him firmly as if in fear of him moving away. 

After a loaded silence, whilst you both breathe, and breathe, you finally unclasp your legs around him, falling to the side in an ungainly heap of arms and legs.  

“Well. Holy fucking shit.” you laugh nervously, legs shaking with the after effects.

“So, not too weird?” He smiles, taking the opportunity to get on top of you, arms either side of your head. 

“It's a little weird. Only ever, you know, came, on my own, so yeah.” 

“Yeah?” The cocky look is back, a hand trailing down your shoulder to rest on your breast. 

“Can I take this off, please?” 

You smile and lift your back up so he can slide his hand behind you, fumbling around to try and get the clasp, swearing under his breath. 

“I don't know, can you?” You question, stifling giggles. 

“You could just help me, you know, you-you devil woman- Oh wait I did it!” 

The clasp springs free and Eddie's proud smile nearly splits his face apart as he eagerly pulls down the straps. 

“You're such a goofball.”

“You've got amazing tits, Jesus Christ.” 

Heat flushes your chest and before you can retort he's kneeling between your legs, hot mouth sucking roughly on a nipple. Words fail you, your body the only thing talking as you arch your back and push toward his greedy lips. Letting go with a loud pop, he sucks a hickey right in the middle of your sternum, running his thumb over the wet mark after. 

“I wanna go down on you.” He blurts it out, spill words tugging out of his lips before he can stop them. 

“You wanna what?” You respond, dazed as he looks up at you, eyes full of fire. 

“I wanna use my mouth on you. Down here.” 

He drags his fingers low, pressing one just to the top of your mound. 

“You really want to?” As far as you're aware, that's not a thing guys tend to want to do. At least that's what you've heard. Eddie seems to be an exception. 

“More than anything.” He's brutally honest, eyes wide and begging. 

“I mean, if you want to, sure.” 

“OK, shit, just wait a sec.” 

Getting up so fast it must make his head spin, he unbuttons his jeans and wrestles them down his legs, tossing them away. The tent in his boxers makes your eyes widen.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he climbs back on the bed. 

“Sorry, just so fuckin’ hard it hurts.” 

Nothing can stop the whimper that shoots out of your mouth at his words. Again, he's just being honest, but he doesn't seem to understand how sexy it is. 

Moving to unzip your skirt, he bats your hand away to do it himself. Before he pulls it off, he looks at you nervously. 

“Just, let me know if you don't like something. Or if you do. I've er, I've not done this before so lower your expectations.” He laughs it out, embarrassment coating each word. 

“I thought you had a bunch of hook ups at The Hideout?” You tease, smirking at him. 

“Right, full disclosure, I've erm, used my fingers before, a few times. And once- once some girl tried to give me head and I busted in like three seconds, OK?” 

He grabs a bunch of his hair and hides behind it while you chuckle. 

“Eddie, it's fine, I'm glad you told me. It's just me. I'm not gonna judge you, you know that.” 

“Yeah, of course.” The breath he lets out is loud, tension melting from his body, and he bends to pull your skirt down and off. Your panties are next; they cling to your core so much it makes you cringe, but he doesn't seem to mind. 

“Can you, spread your legs a little sweetheart?” His voice is husky, eyes staring straight at your pussy. Feeling exposed, you do as he asks, fighting the urge to pull away from his gaze. 

“Look at you. Beautiful.” 

Smiling at his words, it turns into an open mouthed gasp as he strokes his fingers softly through your folds. 

“Fuck me, you're soaked.” 

Then his tongue is slipping across you, feeling tentatively as he keeps your legs wide with his rough palms. It's different; wet and messy, but it's incredible. The pleasure increases tenfold as his wandering mouth finds your clit. 

“Eddie, right there, right there!” 

He groans, pushing his face into you so hard you can feel the vibrations from the noise. He's moving his tongue up and around it, making an absolute mess of spit and slick over you. Suddenly he tries sucking and your back leaves the bed, hands coming to clutch at his hair. 

“Oh my God, do that again, please please, oh fuck!” 

He does it again, and again, smoothing each suckle with a flat lick from his tongue. Fingers graze your hole suddenly, making you jump. As you look down you see Eddie's entirely consumed by what he's doing, rutting himself into the mattress like an animal. One finger breaches you, feeling around, pumping slowly in and out. It's good, but it's not great. 

You feel ashamed even trying to guide him but you attempt to shake it off. 

“Eddie?” 

“Hmm?” He looks up, an almost dazed expression in his eyes. 

“Can you- can you curl your finger upward?” 

“Like this?” 

Your reaction is instantaneous, hips rucking up to his touch. 

“Fuuuck.” 

“Yeah? That good, sweetheart?” 

That smugness is back but it isn't in you to care. There's no words, just little whimpers and moans as you grab him by the hair and push his mouth back where you need it. 

When he adds another finger, you're gone. Your walls are clenching around him, sucking him in as the feeling of his thick digits stretching you fills your entire being. Dots dance in your vision as your whole body feels fuzzy, tingles whispering over your skin. You cry out as the feeling escalates, bubbling through you until you can't see, can't think, clawing at Eddie's head until you reach an impossible precipice. Then, it explodes, showering you in waves, over and over. 

“Oh my God that was amazing, fuck Eddie, you're incredible, I never came that hard in all my life, Jesus Christ!” 

You're babbling, you know, bubbles of platitudes popping out of your mouth in almost nonsensical sounds as your legs twitch like crazy. 

Eddie scoots up a little, face pressed into the plush of your stomach. He mumbles something incomprehensible. Leaning up on your elbows, you pull his hair a little making him look at you. 

“You alright there? What'd you say?” 

Eddie laughs, kissing your tummy, face flushed pink. 

“I said I fuckin’ came in my pants.” 

Then he hides again, as if your skin can cover his embarrassment. 

“Eddie, come here you dope.” 

He climbs up you, leaning on quivering arms. The front of his boxers pushes on your sticky core. 

“Don't worry about it, that's kinda hot.” 

“Yeah? You're hot. That was, wow. I think I found my favourite place.” 

You giggle, pressing kisses to his lips. There's still traces of you on him but you don't care. 

“Can you tell me what you said again?” He asks, grin fighting to envelop his whole face. 

“Huh?” 

“You know, how I'm the most incredible lover in existence.” Waggling his eyebrows at you, he strokes a wayward hair off of your sweaty forehead. 

“I did not say that!” 

“I'm paraphrasing, it was pretty close.” 

You hit him on the chest playfully and he falls to the side in a terrible act of mock pain. Crawling on top of him, you continue to smack him, fake punches thrown at his ribs. 

“OK, you win, I cannot best you!” 

Grabbing your hand, he kisses your knuckles and you melt against him, pressing soft kisses to his mouth. They turn harder, tongues massaging each other as he runs his hands down your back. 

You break away to plant a single kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“Maybe in a bit, you know, when you've… recovered…” 

Dragging your nails down his lean chest you look up at him, biting your lip. 

“We can… go all the way?” 

Eddie's face lights up. He grabs you and flings you down so he's on top, kissing your neck and jaw sloppily as you squeal at the sudden onslaught. 

“Yes, fuck yes, gimme like two minutes, five tops.” 

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[ju1cyfru1t]

rottmnt x reader || S/O who bites (out of love and affection obvi)

Rise! Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo x Reader (separately)

fluff? :D, gn reader, romantic (established relationship), BITING mmmm, mild swearing

Donnie

- the first time you bite him, he jumps and lets out a loud yelp, “ah! ow! what in the name of-“ then just stares at you in disbelief. absolutely incredulous. and has to take a while to process. why? why- HOW could you do this to him? after all he’s done for you?

- don’t play with him he HAS and WILL bite you back and NOT in a loving way

- he is ALWAYS on his guard

- you go in for a hug? you lean in to kiss him? you turn your head ever so slightly in his direction? his whole body tenses up. you’re giving this boy trust issues. he will physically, STILL GENTLY, push you away with his mechanical spider arm thingies…heaven forbid you bite those too….

- “Do. NOT. Bite me. Y/N.” “…”

- ^— “DO NOT. This is your last warning.”

- “Yes, Y/N. You’re very ferocious and vicious. Now STOP biting me.”

- “Sigh. That is NOT affection, Y/N.”

- “AH! Don’t bite me while I’m working, please…Don’t bite me ever!”

- “If you want to ‘show affection,’ you could just…I don’t know, hug me? or hold my hand? the biting is unnecessary.”

- NOT a fan of the biting at ALL

Raph

- The first time you bite him, “AHH!” he is confused. he does not understand. are you trying to attack him??? do you wanna throw hands??? what did he do to deserve that??? he does not want to throw hands with you

- he really does not see how biting is supposed to be showing your affection but whatever you say 😭

- his skin is pretty thick and rough. I mean you’d really have to sink your teeth in to hurt him so he just lets you. it actually lowkey tickles to him.

- “Careful. Ya don’t wanna bite my spikes.”

- it’s definitely not his favorite thing in the world but he doesn’t mind terribly if it really makes you happy and as long as it’s just you trying to show him love

- chooses to just take it as a sign that you want attention and/or some kind of affection

- would never bite you back tho

- however, I don’t suggest catching him off guard with a nibble cause he might start swingin 🤺 and would feel absolutely horrible abt it

Mikey

- the first time you bite him he’s offended. you’re gonna bite HIM? 🤨 yeah, ok buddy. he just squeaks in surprise and rubs where you bit him, looking at you like ‘😟’ before biting you back. he is taking it personally until you tell him you’re just showing affection cuz you love him soooooo much

- he’s perfectly ok with it then as long as you don’t bite him too hard

- LOVES to give and receive affection anyways so he makes it really easy to bite him when he’s clinging onto you all the time

- always giggles and squirms when you bite him

- returns your bites with kisses all over your face

Leo

- the fucking most dramatic ever

- the first time you bite him he acts like you just shot him

- “OWW!! OWIE! Ugh! Y/N! How COULD you?! BETRAYAL” while gripping where you bit his shoulder and whining like a toddler even though it did not hurt at all and you didn’t leave any sort of mark whatsoever.

- ^ drops the act completely when you tell him it was out of love

- now every time you do it he thinks you’re trying to flirt with him 🤞😔 and I mean I guess he’s sort of-ish right

- honestly he doesn’t really care but definitely teases you about it /ns

- “yeah? do I taste good, Y/N?” /ns!!

- “ow! ok, ok! not too hard!” while giggling

- “mhm…now kiss it better.” makes you kiss where you bit him every time.

——————————————————————————

now I know I ain’t the only one who bites like that 🤨

[roseyuri]

⋆｡𖦹°‧ MAGNETIC ahn yujin x reader x wonyoung

💿 yujin & wonyoung flirting with yn for 10 minutes 1M views

masterlist. next

— 𝜗𝜚 clip one

yn tightened the blanket around her as she clapped for yujin who had just finished filming her scene for the music video for their comeback.

yujin walked over to yn with big smile on her face, “did I look good?” she asked with a teasing look in her eye, taking the bottle of water yn passed to her.

yn nodded her head before turning to the camera that was filming for their behind the scenes with a thumbs up, “really good.”

yujin hummed stepping closer to yn, “I look really good?” she asked while smiling at the flush that immediately makes its make to yn’s face.

yn yelps at how close yujin was getting stepping back only to bump into wonyoung who just walked up behind her.

yn let’s out another sound turning to face wonyoung who giggles at yn’s state, “it’s my turn do you think I’m gonna look really good yn?”

yn let out an awkward cough turning to look at yujin and then back at wonyoung “I think we will all look good.”

— 𝜗𝜚 clip two

the girls were gathered for a photo shoot, and yn was standing between yujin and wonyoung as they adjusted their poses, the camera zoomed in closer on three picking up on what they were saying to each other.

"yn, come closer," yujin murmured, wrapping an arm around yn’s waist, taking notice of the photographer motioning them to get closer, “you know we need to look good together."

yn’s froze at the contact, her face heating up as yujin pulled her in.

wonyoung, noticing yn’s reaction, lightly draped her arm around yn's shoulders from the other side, bringing them even closer. "don't be shy, Yn. We’ll take care of you."

yn tried her best to post , caught between yujin and wonyoung, unable to hide her embarrassment, causing the staff to laugh in the background.

— 𝜗𝜚 clip three

yn was sitting in the van, staring out the window as the group drove to their next schedule. yujin, seated next to her, gently nudged her shoulder.

“yn, are you ignoring me?” yujin pouted playfully, leaning closer.

yn blinked, turning to face her. “what? No, I was just—”

before yn could finish, yujin rested her head on yn’s shoulder. “good, because I wanted to rest on you,” she teased softly, her breath tickling yn’s neck.

yn froze, feeling her face heat up again, but before she could speak, wonyoung, sitting in the seat behind them, leaned forward and lightly tapped Yn’s other shoulder. “yn, save some space for me, too,” she teased with a wink, sending yn into yet another flustered mess.

— 𝜗𝜚 clip four

during a live, the members were answering fans questions , and it was yn’s turn to answer a fan’s question about who she would choose to spend the day with if she could pick one member.

yn hesitated, unsure how to answer without causing too much teasing. “um… I guess I’d choose…”

before yn could finish her sentence, yujin leaned in with a playful grin, “oh, I know it’s me, yn.”

yn laughed awkwardly, trying to deflect. “well, I didn’t say—”

wonyoung cut in, scooting closer on yn’s other side. “but I know you’d rather spend the day with me, right?”

yn’s flustered face immediately made the fans go wild in chat while the rest of the girls laughed at her.

— 𝜗𝜚 clip five

during a break in rehearsal, yn was lying on the floor, exhausted, when yujin suddenly sat down beside her, close enough for their arms to touch.

“tired, yn?” yujin asked, flashing her a teasing grin. “you know, I could give you a massage if you want.”

yn’s face turned red at the offer, her mind racing. “I’m good…”

wonyoung, who was sitting nearby, perked up and walked over, kneeling down beside yn. “a massage from yujin? or one from me? which one do you prefer, yn?” she asked with a smile.

yn groaned, covering her face with her hands as both yujin and wonyoung laughed, clearly enjoying how easily flustered she got.

[satelitis]

꒰ NECK KISSES ꒱ . . . p. jackson !

pairing(s) : percy jackson x reader.

in which your boyfriend percy becomes super clingy when tired.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : kissing,flirting,use of cute pet names, toothrotting fluff.

robin chirps : thank you to @spaceagebachelormann for encouraging my thoughts of the love of my life percy and for giving me the breakthrough idea for this cute little blurb. ily zigma 🫶🏼.

you felt a dip in the spot next you. well, more like an earthquake, because your boyfriend percy had flung himself on the bed beside you, a soft and muffled group escaping his lips in doing so.

you smiled softly at the mop of curls laying face down next to you as you continued reading. percy looked up at you as your eyes scanned the pages of the novel.

“baby…” percy chimed. you looked up from your task once again. you hummed softly, indicating he should continue with whatever he had to say. he didn’t say anything, he just layed his head of curls on your book as it was in your lap. you laughed softly as you moved your book over, placing a bookmark between the pages and setting it on your nightstand.

you subconsciously started playing with percy’s hair, running your fingers through it and massaging his scalp.

as you two adjusted and he was now laying on your chest as you two lay in the dark, he placed soft angel like kisses on your neck, one after the other. his hair tickling your collarbone and jawline as well. you giggled.

”i love you.” he mumbled quietly in the crook of your neck. “so so so much.” he continued tracing small shapes on your collarbone area.

“i love you too.” you replied. “more than anything.” you told him tracing the freckles on his upper arm.

he smiled, and you smiled. a chaste kiss was shared between the two of you. your soft pink lips and percy’s slightly chapped but sweet lips connected for a brief couple of seconds before breaking apart.

there was a serene silence, until percy spoke up. “did y’know you’re really pretty?” he asked, looking up at you with those eyes. you rolled your eyes softly as you blushed and couldn’t conceal the cheesy smile on your face.

“what? it’s true. you’re the prettiest, best, most amazing, sweetest person i have ever met.” he spoke. you shook your head with that goofy grin on your face, you couldn’t seem to wipe off.

the next hour was filled with kisses. all over, on the temple, on the forehead, on the cheek but especially on the neck.

as you continued moving your fingers through percy’s hair softly, he fell asleep in your arms. soft snores came from his slightly parted lips. you kissed his temple softly, as you cherished the moment and fell asleep as well.

[smuttysabina]

Drunk on Love With Dreamcatcher

(Male Reader x Dreamcatcher, 5.2k Words) Tags: Group sex, Multiple sex partners, Everyone gets some, Everyone is also sloppy drunk, Dear lord these girls can drink, Don't worry though, they would fuck you even if they were sober, Also rampant lesbianism, Oh yeah, the girls are getting it on too, Multiple positions, Not enough hydration, Remember kids, drinking is bad!

The lovely ladies of Dreamcatcher chatter and giggle as they sit around you, teasing and gossiping as they guzzle their potent drinks. Flanked by a gregarious Jiu and Siyeon, you tentatively sip at your own wine, as the seven idols mostly ignore you as they grow ever more sleazy and boisterous as the night goes on. The girls cuddle and tickle one another, jostling against you as they spasm and laugh at each other's rough horseplay; even the introverts of the bunch start to join in the fun as well! All the while your own glass slowly empties, whilst Dreamcatcher's are drained repeatedly, burning through bottles of beer, wine, soju, and even harder options. You stare forlornly at your crotch, hoping the girls you love so much will not notice the undying bulge in your pants. Then suddenly Yoohyeon's tits are out, as she yanks her shirt up to reveal her perky breasts and wiggles them enticingly at the other girls who howl and cheer in encouragement. The protrusion in your pants only grows more painfully large, how did a poor Insomnia like you end up in this delicious hell?

You had been overjoyed after winning the contest at the meet and greet, one lucky Dreamcatcher fan would get to celebrate the girl's seventh anniversary as a group with them, and that fortuitous fan had been you. So after a tortuous week that seemed to drag on for eternity, you had been allowed entry into the hallowed Dreamcatcher Company building. Led up the stairs to their living room, the girls had arrayed themselves around a U-shaped couch there and greeted you cheerfully. Bubbly Yoohyeon, troublesome Handong, mischievous Sua, bratty Gahyeon, aloof Dami, sultry Siyeon, and kindly Jiu; all of them beaming and waving for you to join them. The table before the Dreamies is covered with alcohol, glasses, and snacks, there is barely enough room to contain the sprawling cityscape of glass. You greet each girl in turn, bowing and shaking their hand before you squeeze in on the edge between Jiu and SIyeon, who smile reassuringly at you. A staff member takes several photos of you with them, as the girls pose in silly or sexy ways for the countless fans who were unable to join them for this event while you sit there with rigid awkwardness. Then the staff bow themselves out of the room, but leave a camera to live stream the festivities. Which go about as you might expect, Dreamcatcher modestly drinking as they joke and chat with their fans on the live stream, politely including you in the conversation when needed but mostly leaving to your own devices as a prop for their fans to project onto. After about an hour of stressful boredom, the girls wave goodbye to the camera and turn off the stream; it's time for the real celebration to begin.

Away from the judgmental eyes of the public, Dreamcatcher is able to let loose in a manner that seems altogether familiar to them. The girls throw back their drinks as if it were water, with Sua and Gahyeon especially keen on drowning themselves in alcohol. Now their banter is far more ribald and lewd, with so many innuendos and inside jokes you are unable to understand half of what they are talking about. Jiu nicely tries to keep you engaged, but as the bedlam continues she soon ends up mostly neglecting you once more; Siyeon didn't even bother chatting with you much aside from some humorous flirting. But as the night wears on, the girls grow ever more lascivious in their touch and games, with the lightweights of the group becoming flushed and indecent in their mannerisms. Handong, sprawled against Sua, dares Yoohyeon to flash her tits; and that was how you found yourself goggling at Yoohyeon's boobs as she shakes them about to the jeers and laughter of her friends. Your boner straining the fabric of your pants.

Sua lurches upright and latches onto Yoohyeon's breasts, groping them lewdly before sliding her hands down her toned abs to Yooh's perky ass; who moans outrageously at the other idol's attentions. The other girls titter and cheer at the pair's antics, and soon Handong, who was forced backward from Sua's rushing body, takes her own revenge and mauls Sua's vulnerable ass in turn. The triplet then collapse back onto the couch in a flurry of squeals, accidentally bumping into Gahyeon who squawks loudly in protest as her beer sloshes out onto her lap. She slaps at the squirming mass of idol flesh in protest, before standing up in indignation as she notices the size of the stain on her pants. Huffing in annoyance, she strips off her pants and underwear and tosses them aside before plopping back down again and refilling her glass. Your jaw drops at this casual stripping, Gahyeon's smooth pussy had been an arms length away from your face, and the rest of Dreamcatcher had hardly even blinked. Dami though seemed to have noticed, as her hand starts to stroke against the maknae's exposed thigh, causing her to roll her eyes and playfully drive her off with loud kisses. Meanwhile the chaotic three seemed to have devolved into an extremely sloppy make-out session, as clothes were tossed aside with careless abandon. Soon the other girls were pulling their outfits off as well, and before your brain can fully process the fact you are surrounded by seven fully naked idols; leaving you the only one covered.

Eventually the cuddle puddle at the other end of the couch dissolves, and Dreamcatcher return to their drinking and joking, though now with a blatantly sexual tone overlaying their conversations. You continue to nurse your single glass, still unable to believe that your favorite idols were completely nude, bodies on fully display for you to feast your eyes upon. Gradually however, you started to notice that someone else was watching the girls as avidly as you, and was reacting in about the same way. Dami was surreptitiously playing with herself, her face becoming ever more flushed as she grows quiet and withdrawn; focused upon her own pleasure. Not that her masturbation session goes unnoticed, evidently this was a common occurrence at Dreamcatcher parties because Siyeon and Gahyeon start to kiss and suck on her neck. They fondle Dami's breasts and stroke her quivering thighs, naughtily whispering encouragement to her as she approaches her climax. Dami groans huskily as she spasms, her pussy emitting a wet sloshing noise as she fingers her drooling hole. The other Dreamies cheer at the sight, lewdly touching themselves to spur her on to yet another orgasm which leaves Dami shuddering with delight. Gahyeon turns away from the spasming pervert and is soon locked in an intense kiss with Handong, who wastes no time in working the maknae's breasts like udders. Meanwhile Siyeon had returned to her original position next to you, though she was now far closer than before, as was Jiu. The pair's hands covertly find their ways onto your thighs, staring at the other girls as they roam your legs. Jiu suddenly beams and looks at you as her fingers curl around your cock, her gentle eyebrows raised in mock surprise.

Then a hand turns your head and your lips are forced against Siyeon's as she lets out a sultry growl, leaving Jiu to haul your pants down and unveiling your erection. Her gentle fingers are soon wrapped around your manhood as she slowly strokes it, kissing your neck as she awaits her turn. You moan as Siyeon expertly devours you, her tongue roaming your mouth and hungrily pressing against your own; the combined stimulation enough to make your cock leak. Siyeon breaks things off with an intense stare before turning your head back to Jiu who greets you with a much more gentle kiss. Siyeon's hand joins Jiu's, and they stroke you together, taking turns to ravish your mouth until your head is spinning with desire. At one point they both get up to smother your face with their modest breasts, squishing and rubbing them against you, they laugh when you start to lick and kiss their flesh; patting your head affectionately. Eventually Siyeon breaks things off, and descends upon your upraised cock, taking it in her warm mouth. Your hips buck as she skillfully sucks you off, her tongue dancing along your shaft while she easily takes your length down her throat. Jiu leans back to enjoy the show, slowly rubbing at her pussy and allowing you to take stock of the rest of the girls. Gahyeon and Sua are doing shots together, while the lightweights Handong and Yoohyeon and blearily fingering one another as Dami takes her turn sucking on their perky tits. Gahyeon burps loudly as she spots you watching, before fixing you with a desirous stare and squeezing her breasts together pointedly. Sua notices her drinking partner's distraction, and joins in the fun, bending over seductively and spreading her cheeks so you can see her glistening folds.

Your balls are only beginning to pulsate from the overstimulating sight before, but Siyeon pulls off immediately, grandly declaring that your first load should go in their leader's pussy. The rest of Dreamcatcher howl their agreement, as Jiu scoots over and sits on your lap, your member bending up against her soggy slit. She grinds on you a little bit, before sitting up and smoothly mounting you, slowly sliding your manhood inside of the warm confines of her pussy. The Dreamies clap and shout encouragement, though your view is mostly blocked by Jiu's toned back so you are spared the more titillating visual support the girls were offering. Then Jiu lets out a soft gasp, and soon the room is filled with gales of laughter as the girls immediately recognize what had taken place, you were already cumming inside of her! You groan in embarrassment as your overexcited cock erupts into the idol's exquisitely tight hole, your sack pulsating as it desperately seeks to impregnate the goddess atop you. Jiu gently rides out your orgasm, allowing your seed to drain into her completely before unmounting and swiftly giving you a reassuring kiss. She pats your cheek, smiling kindly before moving away and is replaced by a giggling Sua and Yoohyeon. The pair have their arms wrapped around one another's' waists as they sashay up to you, smirking down at your shrinking member. Behind this captivating sight, Siyeon has a beer bottle shoved up her cunt, and is sloppily feeding a pouting Gayheon from it; while Handong is getting her ass eaten by an extremely drunk Dami.

You don't have time to watch the unfolding scene however, as Sua and Yooh lean down to peck your cheeks, before turning around and giving your eyes a health helping of their own. They bend over together, their pussies scandalously in full view, with Yoohyeon's butt noticeably perkier than her companion's, but Sua's cunt was far wetter. The pair sit on your lap, squishing your softening cock between their asses, sensuously grinding their dripping pussies along your thighs as they raise their arms gracefully. Then they start to dance, at first working together, their butts sliding against each other as much as your own body, seductively stroking one another as they move. Sua goes first, her tinier cheeks edging aside Yooh's and giving her enough space to give you a proper lap dance, her hips flying up and down in front of you and tantalizingly brushing her sex against your now hardening dick. She does the splits, forcing her pussy out even more until her slit is wrapping around your bulging erection, bouncing minutely to rub your cock with her sloppy pussy lips. Yoohyeon cheers in delight at the sight, slapping her friend's butt to spur her on as she rubs her back. Sua howls in protest at this sudden reversal, usually she was the one squeezing butts, and snaps her legs together before toppling to the side, leaving you clear for Yoohyeon to take her turn. Unlike Sua's excessive acrobatics, Yooh simply grinds on your dick, using her perky cheeks to stimulate your cock as she rubs up and down your length. Sua soon rejoins the fray however, chugging a glass of champagne before messily kissing Yooh, and pinching her erect nipples. The two moan as their embrace grows more passionate and the Yooh stops bothering to move and focuses solely upon Sua.

They only stop when you grasp Yoohyeon's hips and start to move her yourself, desperate for more sensation. The pair break off and giggle with feigned shock at your boldness, they were pleased to see you taking a more active role! So Yooh bends over the table wiggling her but enticingly before the much smaller Sua nimbly places herself on top of the other idol, their asses now stacked atop each other. Standing up, the pair look back at you as you rub your cock against their slits, relishing in the soft wetness of their lower lips. Sua has had enough teasing however, and loudly urges you to mount them already; but who to fuck first. Closing your eyes, you blindly thrust forward, meeting some resistance before plunging upwards and causing Sua to groan in triumph. Yoohyeon pouts as you plow Sua, slamming yourself into her painfully tight pussy and making it drool down your balls. With unimaginable effort you manage to pull out of Sua, who sighs in disappointment as you try out Yoohyeon's hole this time. Her bubble butt felt far more enjoyable slapping against your crotch than Sua's toned cheeks, even if Yooh's pussy was looser than the other idol's. You pump inside Yooh's pussy for a time, before Sua's blandishments convince you to return to her narrow hole. So you take your time, swapping between the two whenever you feel close to finishing, prolonging the situation for as long as possible before you have to cum. Gahyeon and Handong join you in the meantime, pressing their bodies against your sides as they give you lewd advice on how best to fuck the girls bent before you. Their breasts squish against your sweaty flesh, Gahyeon's prodigious bust in particular distracting you greatly as you pound Sua and Yooh's cunts. The stimulation was all too much now, and you groan unabashedly as your seed spews first into Sua's hole, before you pull out and slam your spurting cock into Yoohyeon's, creampieing both of their sopping pussies.

The pair croon in exaggerated amazement as they feel your warmth fill them, smugly wriggling their butts when you pull out as if mocking you for unloading so much semen inside of them. Then Handong is on her knees, sucking your cock clean as her fingers grope your sore balls; while Gahyeon pulls you down into a deep kiss. Sua and Yoohyeon scurry away, as Handong's head bobs in front of your crotch, and Gahyeon guides your hands to her impressive chest. She leans back to allow you enjoy yourself thoroughly, reaching over to grab a bottle of whiskey, as she teasingly purses her puffy lips. Gahyeon hops up onto the couch, shoving her weighty breasts into your face and uncorking the bottle. Licking her lips, she urges you to drink up as with lasciviously sloth she pours the alcohol down her tits, making you lap it up as the amber beads roll down her skin. The sensual moment is broken when Handong morosely protests from below, tugging on your flaccid cock in annoyance, get it up again already. Piqued, Gahyeon in turn starts yelling down at the other idol, who seems far from sober and more than happy to get into a screaming contest with the loudest idol of the Dreamcatcher. Luckily for the sake of your hearing, reinforcements arrive to soothe the squabbling pair, as Jiu and Sua drag the pair away, leaving you bleary from the sudden intake of alcohol as well as the absence of comforting heat. You blink away your confusion and notice Dami sprawled nearby, watching you with the quiet fixation of those truly drunk. She gestures vaguely towards the center table, now reduced to an unsightly mess, waggling her hand to guide you towards whatever object she seemed so interested in. You maneuver around Siyeon and Yoohyeon, the latter's lips locked tight around the former's cunt, greedily gorging upon her hole like a starving beast as Siyeon groans and holds her close. Eventually you find what Dami seemed to want, a small purple bottle with the Twice symbol curiously stamped upon it.

Dami sluggishly smiles as you had her the bottle, uncorking it with some difficulty before chugging a measure of it. She pauses, before her pupils suddenly dilate and she breathes heavily for a few seconds before calming once more. Her eyes have changed however, now they gleamed with feral sharpness as she lithely sits up and yanks you down onto the cushions with her. Dami lets out a chuckle at your surprise, her off hand snapping out and grasping your softened member, while she dangles the purple bottle proactively. Noting your confusion, she sighs huskily and explains somewhat unsteadily that it was aphrodisiac, and if you wanted some well... Dami was in the mood for some fun. You readily agree to her terms, one gorgeous goddess was better than none, considering the current state of you manhood. Dami grabs a glass and carefully measures out a small portion for you, before guiding it to your lips for you. You drink the oddly sweet liquid, and cock your head at the idol, wasn't this supposed to do something? She rolls her eyes at your impatience, and resumes fondling your genitals with aplomb until you feel a sudden burning spreading from your stomach to your crotch. You groan as your cock grinds upwards until you are staggeringly erect, your brains succumbing to the sweltering sensation wracking your body. Dami's lips part with anticipation as you fill her hand with throbbing meat, she leans back and spreads her legs for you; well?

In a flash you are ravishing Dami, your cock buried fully within her pussy before you could conjure the thought to do so. You rut like an animal, snorting and grunting as you pump between her lithe thighs, forcing her legs back until you are mating pressing her with abandon. Dami for her part responds in kind, the aphrodisiac mixing dangerously with the alcohol. leaving her lethargic yet still possessing some of the sadism she reserves for male fans. Her nail rake your back, she gnaws at your neck, she hoarsely hisses foul imprecations in your ears as you fuck her; all of which drives you further into a mating frenzy. You can dimly register baying laughter and raucous encouragement coming from nearby, but you are unable to focus upon it as your brain melts until it is solely fixated on breeding Dami. So it is to little surprise that you do, howling as your seed pours into her sopping wet cunt, your balls aching as they spend themselves inside of Dami. Who moans as you inseminate her, shuddering as she climaxes from the sheer pleasure of getting bred by a filthy man like you. The fog roiling your mind seems to drain away with your semen, leaving you cognizant, yet still undeniably aroused. When you gather your wits enough to glance down to see how Dami is faring, you find that she is already fast asleep, snoring even as her pussy burps your load out onto the couch.

You turn to find yourself presented with the surprising sight of an upraised ass, it's owners head buried in a trash can and blubbering in torment. Yoohyeon and Siyeon lounge nearby, both of them now thoroughly flushed from both their sex, as well as the alcohol, taking turns languidly slapping the unknown butt. They nod encouragingly as you step closer, blithely urging you to mount the idol, even as you hesitate. Then Handong's head pops out of the trashcan, and she groggily demands you fuck her asshole, slurring as she happily welcomes you inside of her. Siyeon and Yooh chortle at this, obviously used to Handong's eccentricities, and you are further fortified as Jiu joins the pair and endorses the plan; just stick it in her butt already! So you do, pressing your slick cock against the surprisingly unresisting anus, sliding into the stuffy heat of Handong's asshole. Her moans reverberate out of the can as you start to thrust, moving slowly so as to not hurt her more sensitive hole. The trio watching you copulate with their fellow member, pass commentary on your technique as they pour out yet another round of drinks, liberally drinking as they masturbate to the sight of you fucking Handong's butt. Then a familiar softness squishes against your chest, and the reek of whiskey tickles your nose, as Gahyeon presses herself against your back; and whispers slyly to be rougher with her roommate. Unconsciously, your pace increases, causing Handong to grow even louder, her slit now slick enough to wet your balls when they slap against it. She whimpers, less from the pain of having her ass violated and more from the colossal headache she is currently enduring. Finally though, Handong lets out a weak shiver, before going limp as she passes out, her asshole losing any semblance of tightness as her consciousness fades.

The awake members of Dreamcatcher cheer as they drag Handong's head out of the trashcan and lay her on her side, letting her sleep off the alcohol coursing through her veins. Not that your erection had gone unnoticed however, Siyeon and Yoohyeon had staggered back to you and were already fondling it playfully. This time Yoohyeon is the one to take you in her mouth, sucking you enthusiastically as Siyeon toys with your nipples and makes you grope her perky breasts. Gahyeon pouts jealously from next to Jiu and Sua, but her elders are soon soothing her by suckling upon her swaying breasts and fingering her skillfully. Siyeon forces your head back to look at her as she kisses you as lustfully as before, except this time she means to seal the deal. She pushes you back onto the couch, causing Yoohyeon to let out a gasp of inebriated confusion as your cock suddenly flies out of her mouth. Siyeon bites her plump lip as she clambers atop you, rubbing your tip against the soaking folds of her pussy as she prepares to mount you. With a drawn out groan she shoves your now bulbous manhood into her greedy cunt, relishing every inch that slides inside of her. Yoohyeon meanwhile staggers over and starts to grope and kiss Siyeon, playing with her clit as her fellow idol awkwardly attempts to ride you while bearing Yooh's weight. So she settles for a more primal grinding, which was less satisfying than a rough pounding, but still hit her sensitive spots quite nicely. The constant rocking seems to be getting to Yooh however, as her stomach sloshes its contents around precariously until she finally unlatches herself from Siyeon and collapses backwards with a nauseated groan. Which frees up Siyeon for the final stretch as she unleashes her pent up lust upon your cock, twerking and bouncing wildly as she approaches climax. She moans sweetly as her pussy convulses, her folds clenching tight around your manhood and causing it to join her in orgasming, unloading your turgid sperm into the idol. She blows kisses at you as your seed leaks slowly out of her cunt, slowly rocking her hips in the afterglow of sex before gingerly unimpaling herself. Siyeon curls up next to the now resting Yoohyeon, cheerfully uncaring of the mess her sloppy pussy was making on the couch, and promptly joins her cuddle buddy in sleep.

Which leaves the Mom and Dad of Dreamcatcher, as well as their most tumultuous Daughter. Jiu and Sua though appear content to simply lay back and finger one another however, passionately embracing as their perky breasts press together. Gahyeon on the other hand... Gahyeon had been glaring lustfully at you the entire night, and now she could finally slake herself upon you. Gahyeon drains the tankard of beer with a single gulp before sauntering towards you, her face flushed from more than just the massive amount of alcohol she had consumed. Her nipples were fully engorged, her skin slick with sweat and fluids, her pert lips pouting provocatively, her hips swaying seductively as she approaches, her lower lips swollen with desire. Gahyeon doesn't even need to say anything, growling with desire as she forcefully kisses you before getting on her knees before your still undiminished erection. She nuzzles against your hardon, still sticky with Siyeon's cunt juices, as she licks your ventral shaft from root to tip, cleaning it with her tongue. You hump needily against her face, your cock desperate for a hole, causing Gahyeon to smirk knowingly; so she takes you in her mouth. What starts as a sultry blowjob swiftly descends into a furious face-fucking as you treat her throat like it was her pussy, relentlessly fucking it until your balls feel fit to explode. Gahyeon's eyes tear up as she gags and chokes, even an idol as experienced as her unable to breath with the ferocious pace you were setting. Then you suddenly pull out, stroking furiously as she instinctively opens her mouth and unrolls her pink tongue for you to aim at. You groan as thick reams of cum slop out onto Gahyeon's face, your tip pressing against her tongue as the thicker loads leak down into her waiting mouth. She swallows it all of course, before presenting you with her empty maw as proof that she had not wasted a single drop, even as her face remains painted with your seed.

Your head snaps up as Sua cheers your performance, gaily waving a bottle of wine as her fingers churn up her asshole. Jiu now fast asleep next to her. Gahyeon preens at her senior's praise, chugging a bottle of vodka as she leans back and presents you with her chest, with what she had been teasing you with all night long. Her massive breasts wobble precariously as you hesitantly reach over to touch them, shyly at first, but soon you are lustily groping those fatty spheres. Gahyeon gives you a perversely demure look as you maul her tits, her own hands busy at work between her squatting thighs. When you bring your throbbing erection closer however, she smugly takes over for you, squishing her breasts together to form a fleshy cavern for you to fill; spit dribbling down to lubricate her already slick skin. Moaning, you mount Gahyeon's cleavage, your cock swallowed up almost completely by her boobs as you pump between them; your bright red cock head peeking out during your deepest thrusts. She nods frantically, urging you to plow her fat fucking tits as hard as you can, to defile them with your thick cum, to use her body for your own pleasure. With such salacious words in your ears, your balls quickly rise to the occasion, and soon sloppy globs of cum are fountaining up over her rosy breasts, filling her cleavage with sticky fluid as you empty yourself between her boobs. Panting, Gahyeon falls back onto her knees and cleans you off, her cheeks hollowing as she slurps your cock back to its original length.

Gahyeon leaps to her feet, and hops back onto the table, scattering empty bottles as she opens her legs for you in wordless need. You rub your tip through her sopping folds, her slit beyond soaking as it gushes onto your cockhead. She whines in annoyance at your teasing, her legs snapping around your waist and pulling you against her, desperate for your manhood. You both groan as you finally push into her warmth, her pussy gluttonously devouring every inch of your rigid cock. Her legs quiver as she orgasms from this initial thrust, so pent up with arousal that she is unable to contain herself once you are finally within her. So you plow Gahyeon's dripping cunt, violently rocking the table as your sweaty bodies slap together, with the idol exhorting you go fuck her harder and faster. Her arms curl around your neck, your foreheads pressing together as you lock eyes, unable to look away from one another. Gahyeon lets out another deep moan, as once more her pussy spasms around your dick, holding you tight as yet more of her juices leak out onto the table. Trembling, you slowly pull out of her pussy, releasing a gush fluids from the idol's gaping hole, your cock now as messy as it had been before she cleaned it. You haul her off of the table, as Gahyeon gives you a bemused look before you turn her around and bend her over it instead, you want to go deeper. She gasps loudly as you mount her from behind, the staccato clap of her ass hitting your crotch reverberating around the room as you pound away. She claws and grasps at the table as you go into a frenzy, your lust as fired as it had been with Dami, plowing her so hard her voice becomes shrill and piercing. You spank Gahyeon's already ripe-colored cheeks until they burn bright red, clenching tight around her nubile waist to hold her steady as you violate the depths of her hole. Your strokes gradually begin to slow, becoming harder and deeper, causing Gahyeon to harshly shriek for your seed; the idol's brain gone blurry in her need for sexual gratification. Her folds grip your cock like a vice, making every movement painfully enjoyable, forcing you to stay deep inside of her as your sore balls pulsate once more. Gahyeon howls as your semen sputters into her fertile cunt, her own cries easily drowning out your own as she screeches in triumphal pleasure as her pussy is at last doused with cum.

You stagger backwards, followed by Gahyeon who unsteadily wobbles to the couch and collapses next to Siyeon, exhausted from both the sex as well as the alcohol. And you are much inclined to join her, but loud applause comes from the other side of the couch, as Sua cackles with delight from the show you had put on. Though it seems as if the idol herself had been engaged in a performance of her own, judging by the wine bottle currently buried halfway up her ass. You trudge around the table to crumple down next to Sua, who greets you cheerfully enough, though she does seem a touch disappointed as she fondles your now flaccid cock. She congratulates you for cumming inside all of Dreamcatcher, even if you needed a little chemical help to do so. She pulls your head onto her modest breasts, soothingly rubbing it as she woos you to sleep; just rest for now you can get cleaned up in the morning... After all, you will need you strength for tomorrow when Dreamcatcher release the video of you fucking them all senseless.

Oh did they forget to tell you that? Well don't worry, Insomnia is a relatively tame fandom, unless you just porked all of their favorite idols of course...

Sweet dreams!

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(숩) home - choi soobin

summary: your first time dealing with a sulky, jealous soobin

pairing: gn reader x choi soobin

genre: fluff.. slight angst?; 1.2k words

tonight was another dorm movie night planned with the boys. taehyun was in charge of picking the movie, beomgyu and kai were in charge of making the popcorn, yeonjun was in charge of setting up the living room, and soobin… well soobin was in charge of just being attached to you.

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“how much longer are you going to make y/n carry your 6-foot ass?” yeonjun asks while placing a variety of drinks on the table. you hear beomgyu and kai cackle from the kitchen, and taehyun lets out a soft chuckle himself. soobin was currently wrapped around you like a koala, waddling around with you as you tried to help the boys set up.

“they’re not even carrying me!” soobin exclaims, “and they don’t mind either... right baby?” you chuckle and shake your head. “no, I don’t mind at all.” soobin makes a face at the others and finally releases himself from you. “I have to use the bathroom really quick!” he kisses your cheek and walks towards the bathroom.

beomgyu and kai return from the kitchen and place bowls of popcorn on the table. “yah, y/n, I don’t know how you deal with him.” beomgyu teasingly looks at you with pity. kai nods in agreement, “I can’t believe he’s even showing this much pda around us, it’s almost adorable.” he says. “that means he’s too comfortable with us, we should change that.” taehyun chimes in, making everyone laugh.

“guys, leave him alone,” you whine, “it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.” yeonjun walks up to you and dramatically grabs both of your hands. “and what about us y/n? did you not miss your sweet junie?” you all start giggling as the rest of the boys join in and start doing aegyo. “yeah! what about your cutie beombu, hmm?” soon the room goes silent as you hear the bathroom door close. soobin walks in giving death glares to everyone in the room, except you, of course. “papa rabbit has arrived, guys.” taehyun says playfully.

“leave y/n alone, seriously,” soobin walks over to separate you and yeonjun, “you all are a bunch of pests.”

eventually, you all sit down to finally watch the movie. there was no actual hostility in the room, and the boys were just teasing soobin. he knew that. it wasn’t anything new, but sometimes you would glance over at him to find an unreadable expression on his face.

later that night, you and soobin are both sitting on his bed after finishing up your skincare routines. you get ready to turn off the table lamp until you notice him sulking. “hey, what’s wrong?” you ask. he glances at you before responding, “nothing…” you can tell that he’s not actually upset with you. you’ve comforted him enough times to know when he’s truly struggling with something, but still, you know that there’s something on his mind.

you slowly crawl into his lap and see him turn his head in the opposite direction. “baby? honey?” you tickle his sides softly, smiling as you watch him try his hardest not to smile. “I know you’re not actually upset with me,” you begin, “you’re sulking about something.” you wrap your arms around his neck and place a soft kiss on his cheek. “please tell me, bunny.” the nickname makes his lips twitch as he finally looks over at you. “i’m mad at yeonjun.”

your eyes widen for a second before asking, “what? why?” his pout deepens. “he was flirting with you…” a small chuckle slips out of your mouth, causing him to sulk again and try to get up. “no, no, i’m sorry.” you wrap your arms even tighter around him, preventing him from leaving. “I won’t laugh anymore, I promise.”

“but…” you begin, “what about beomgyu? you aren’t mad at him?” you ask. soobin thinks for a second. “i’ve learned to tune him out...” he admits, making you both giggle.

this was your first time seeing soobin jealous, and you could tell that he didn’t exactly know how to handle it. truthfully, you didn’t either. part of you thought that it was cute, definitely a little funny considering it was about yeonjun, but you also knew that soobin was an overthinker. you knew that you had to put an end to whatever he was thinking before it went too far.

“you know they weren’t really flirting, right?” you ask quietly, not wanting to make the mood too awkward. “they do it to be funny, or mess with you, that’s all.” soobin nods and looks down, suddenly becoming more interested in a stray thread on your pajama pants.

“could you wrap your arms around me, please?” you ask, you’d been sitting on his lap the entire time while his arms were off to the side. he looks at you and immediately relaxes after seeing your eyes full of adoration. even if he wanted to be mad at you, he couldn’t. he wraps his arms around you and sighs in content.

“I love you, soobin.” you stroke his cheek softly. “the love of my life. my entire world. I know the boys are just messing with you and deep down you know it too, but even if it were a stranger on the street, I still wouldn’t pay them any mind.” you explain to him. “there’s no need, because I have everything i’ve ever dreamed of right here.”

“you are the only one I love, yesterday, today, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life.” you finish. soobin buries his head in your neck as you slip your hands under his shirt to rub circles on his back. “my soob, my home.” soon enough, you feel tears on your shoulder and soobin’s body starting to shake. “oh baby... hey, please look at me...” you lift his head and the sight nearly makes you melt. a red nose, puffy cheeks, and tear-stained eyes staring back at you with all the love in the world. you wipe his tears as he apologizes.

“i’m sorry.” he sniffles. “don’t apologize.” you reassure him, trying not to cry yourself. “no really, I overreacted and I just-” you nod, encouraging him to continue. “it wasn’t about yeonjun… I was just scared of losing you.” he explains. a few seconds pass before he continues. “for a split second, I imagined a moment where you really left me for someone else… and it absolutely killed me.” soobin chokes up once again. “and here you are… treating me so gently… like i’m the most precious thing on earth… I just started getting emotional.”

“I really love you,” he confesses, “I love you so much, baby.” at this point, your attempts to stay sane are thrown out the window. “noooo, angel…” he frowns at the sight of you crying, wiping your tears just like you wiped his. “i’m sorry.” he whines. you give him a knowing look and he chuckles. “right, no apologizing!”

after a while of sniffling and wiping tears, you stare at each other. the room is silent. nothing matters except you two and the love you share. eventually, he leans in and kisses your lips. “thank you for cherishing me.” he whispers. “it’s the easiest thing in the world, my love.” you kiss his nose. “I promise that I would never go anywhere.” you crawl back under the covers and finally turn the lamp off. the night ends peacefully with soobin placing soft kisses down your neck and wrapped around you like a koala once again.

[poem-i-wish-i-wrote]

Even in my worst day did I deserve babe, all the hell you gave me?

pairing: Lando Norris x reader summery: He want to come back to you, but the love in his eyes doesn't measure up to the pain you went through. Warnings: A little bit too angsty

It was hot inside the club. Your vision was getting blurry. “You look so cute babe” he twirled you around in the dress he bought you yesterday. Kissing your nose after pulling you towards him by your waist. 

This isn’t happening right now.

“Lando stop” You say laughing hysterically  as he keeps tickling you. “I won’t until you say it back.” He says attacking your sides. He just said “I love you” for the first time and your reply was “I’ll get back to you in 3-5 business days.” You both are giggling like kids. “Say it” he shouts on top of your giggles. “I love you too!!” you shout back giggling. 

You tear your eyes from his face, his standing across the dance floor. He noticed you too. You turn around and look at the shot glass in front of you.

The sound of cheering hitting your eardrums. Your eyes are burning from tears. There is chaos of celebration around you. But you can’t register any of that. All that is in your head is that the boy that is running towards your arm after his victory. He picks you up and spins you around before crushing his lips into yours.

You pick the flowers in the field where you arranged your picnic date to surprise him. You put each of them in his hair. “Darling, you’re going to be the death of me.” he whispers with the lovesick look in his eyes before pressing a kiss on your temple.

You drank the shot very aggressively, before signalling the waiter for another one. Maybe the alcohol could stop the flashbacks from coming. 

You turn around again and see him still looking at you from where he stood. Gosh it made your stomach turn. He looked so good under the neon light of the dance floor. With the top two buttons of his navy blue shirt unbuttoned, with his hair messed up like that. You missed him so much.

You turn around again. You missed his voice, you missed his smell, you missed him calling your name, you missed the way he looked at you, you missed looking into his eyes. You missed his touch, his lips, missed his infuriating humour, that smile. Damn it, it’s been months. You should have moved on by now.

Your best friend comes close to you. She knows what was going on in your head. She saw the boy walk in. “Let’s show him what he lost.”

Your lips curl into half a smile, before you take the next shot. It’s been months and yes you missed him too, but you hate the way he hurt you. Fading from your life slowly. Ignoring you, and acting like it was no big deal. Not replying, not calling, two word answers, flirting with every woman around. Then just disappearing altogether. He stopped interacting with you at all. The breakup never happened at one point. He slowly faded until you couldn’t find him anywhere. Except that he was everywhere. 

He was all around your existence. Everywhereyou looked, around your apartment, on the streets, not to mention on the whole internet. 

And to make things worse, that  asshole would post stories with other people in the places that were special for you two in clearly  a very “stab to the heart’’.

So you hate him as much as you miss him. Your immense love for that man over the course of months turned into rage. 

And You finally started to get over it. You’re not ruining months of being strong just because his stupid face showed up. You turned around and took your friend's hand and she led you towards the dance floor.

You were out with a bunch of friends today. After you've been distant from everyone due to heartbreak, you finally started to socialise again. Going out with friends, being active on your socials. You worked real damn hard to heal yourself.

You danced through the night to the beat of music. When you went back for drinks  you saw Max making his way towards you Your friend Emily. “Hey Y/n! Emily!” You finished the drink before turning around and plastering the biggest, fakest smile on your face. “Max!” You called back, hugging the boy. You really were happy to see Max, but you would be much happier if your ex was trailing behind him. Gosh did you want to punch him, or to run into his arms. But all you did was stand a little straight.

You looked at Lando and smiled sweetly but made sure he knew how fake the smile was. He looked very nervous. “Hey” he said cautiously. “Hi,” you said, the smile not weavering for a min before turning back to Max who was catching up with Emily now. 

You chat with Max for a bit as he orders a drink, completely ignoring Lando. He just stands there awkwardly. Once the conversation was done Lando coughed to get your attention.

“Y/n can we talk?” you turn towards him with an expression that makes him want to dig a hole and die in it. “Sorry, But i don’t think we have anything to talk about. Please, excuse me.” You say trying to walk past him back towards the dance floor.

He quickly grabs your wrist. “Y/n please! Just hear me out.” You look at him and then your hand.

“Lando let go of my hand.” you say through gritted teeths. “Please, just listen.” 

Something inside you snaps, the months of hurt, pain and anger coursing through your veins. You snatched your hand back and sneered at him. “Go ahead, say it.” “I- Y/n I’m so sorry about how I treated you.” “Huh” A half chuckle leaves your throat in disbelief.

“You're sorry? That’s all you have to say?Damn you Norris, I hope you are fucking sorry.” Your voice comes out higher than you wished for it to.

“Let me explain. I was mad and I- I pushed you away.” “And pray tell why you were mad?” “You know why.” He says with an infuriating expression on his face. “You know why I was mad.”

“DID I?? DID I KNOW??” you were really yelling at this point. The club was really loud, But the people around you were terrified of how angry you sounded.

“You know you did.”

“So what you are saying is that it was my fault? That I should have known? Even when Asked multiple times if you were okay with it. Even when I apologised hundreds of times, Even when I did everything I could do to make things between us more comfortable for you.”

 You know what Lando was indicating, A month and half before Lando started to act out, he and some of your friends got into a fight. The fight had nothing to do with you but it was bad. And It put you in a horrible position. But you did your best. You apologised for your friends’ behaviour to him and he said it wasn’t your fault, but he still held it against you in his head. You put distance between you and your friends so he wouldn’t be so uncomfortable. Even though It put you in a very compromising and uncomfortable position, you tried to handle the situation the best you could.

“ You know I don’t like them. You know how jealous I get about them. It boils my blood to see you with them. But I would never tell you to ditch your friends.”

“That’s really how you are going to justify this? You were jealous?  You hate my friends, so you slowly but painfully shut me off?” You let another frustrated sound in disbelief.

He now looked desperately at your eyes. “Look, I know I didn’t handle it very well. You know how I get when I’m jealous. It wasn’t your fault. I was just mad and I felt like  you didn’t prioritise me.”

Oh the audacity of this man

Even Max wanted to punch him after he said that last line. Anyone who was around you two during your relationship knew how much you cared for that boy. You would run to the other side of the world leaving everything behind the minute he needed you. You always tried your best to do right by him. Fuck, you were in love with him. But at what cost? Just to hear you didn’t prioritise him at the end?

“I can’t believe you” you spat out.

“Y/n please, give us another chance. I’ve been miserable without you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I love you know that, I know you do too.” It was true. No matter how much of an asshole he was to you. You knew he loved you. You never doubted that. He just was an asshole about it. And you loved him too. Even after months of this agony you still loved him. But dammit it hurts. He hurt you in the worst way possible. He loved you but it didn’t measure up to the pain he caused, the sleepless night, the self doubt, the self loathing. It wasn’t enough.

“Give you another chance? That’s what you want? After all that you did? Of course I love you. I loved you from the very first. I loved you with my whole heart and you went ahead and broke it to pieces. I didn’t fucking deserve that. And you just want me to forget all that. It doesn’t work that way Norris.” You shook your head.

“Y/n I love you. Please” he pleaded while taking your hands into his. You looked him in the eye. You wanted to melt into his arms and you almost did. You loved him too but that didn’t matter anymore.

“I love you,” he said one more time. “That doesn’t change anything. Goodbye, Norris” That's all you said before turning away and leaving. 

Author's note: This took a different turn then i intended. This is very much based on my own experience. A situation I was in a month ago. And I wish I handled the situation the way my main character does here. But being the soft idiot I am I let them back in. Which I regret sometimes. So while writing this.....got carried away and started projecting. Sorry about that, but hope you enjoy my misery. This was more like a rant or a therapy session for me. Also sent request I'm all out of ideas. Love you, hope you like this.

[jakesangel]

jake teaching you how to play soccer ꣑୧

it's a sunny day outside and your boyfriend is too excited to stay put together come on baby, i want to show you how good i am in soccer he says as he lets go of your hand and start to jump walk towards the fields. you wathc him as he starts to run into grass, throwing the ball at his feet, starting to jungle with it. he keeps on doing it until you sit on the side bench, not wanting you to miss anything. youre looking at me right ? he yells at you, a hand over his eyes as the sun shines bright. his previous n childish demeanor makes you smile. you show him a thumbs up, signaling him he can start.

after 30 minutes of solo effort from jake and cheers from you, he sits on the grass too tired to keep on going. you comes down the bench and bring him a water bottle you had in your purse. thank you, my love, he thanks you with his full smile of his. sit down with me ? he politly ask. as you sit down, he lays on his back, laying his arm to being you close which you gladly accept, your head fitting perfectly in between his chest n his open arm. he looks at you, waiting for his much deserved compliments, so ? how was i ? he eagerly ask, looking down on you, his smile is still plastered on his face, i was so sexy wasnt i~~ he playfully flirts with you. you hit him in the chest, making the both of you giggle loudly. i guess you were good, you fake sympathy with him. just good ? he lifts himself, drapping an arm over you, i was amazing are you crazy, baby, he keeps on talking with a little smirk of his. he sits on you, both legs around your hips and he tickles you hard, making you jolt in a laugh. come on say it, he says playfully as he keeps making you you lose your breath. and as much as can try to tell him what he wants, he is suing his skilled hands so he can bear his laugh. he is confident in his soccer skills, and you don't really know as much as him, but hearing your giggle when you hit his chest brought something out of him. y- yes,, you were amazing jake ! once said, he stops but stays on top of you, admiring your scattered hair on the grass or to hear your fading laugh.

can i teach you how ? he ask, eyes filled with need of need to play with you. his smile gets impossibly brighter and kisses the tip of your nose before standing up and leading you a hand to help you stands as well. okay so let's try passing hm ? he tells you as he walks backwards, ball in the hand. once he thinks he is far away enough, he throws the ball at his feet and show you how to hit it. basically you don't use your toes but the inside of your feet, that way you have more control, okay baby ? you nod as his instructions, his instructions being clear. he kicks the ball like he explain you how to, and you so the same, hitting it towards his direction. ooh baby, you're doing great, he exclaims as the ball arrived right into his feet. he stops it and start jogging with it towards you. okay i don't think you need the basic training, let's do goals, he says kissing your temple, let's go.

jake i cant do it, please let's stop there. you whine to him. he's been training to hit the goal at a specific area, the right corner. you've successfully hit the rest but this one seems impossible to you. he gets the ball n instead of hitting he comes towards you with it. he brings one arm to yours, his thumb stroking your skin there babe i'm sure you can do it, just last one yeah ? his comforts along with his reassuring eyes convince you to give it a last try. okay, you tell him. he quickly smiles at you before putting the ball right in front of your feet, okay so to hit that corner you need to have your body slightly going forwards that side, he explains as his hands position your feet. he trails slowly them as he goes up ur legs, until they arrive to your hips, raising your goosebumps. he back hugs you, and whisper, don't forget to hit it with the inside of ur foot baby, finishing his explanation with a kiss on ur cheek. he backs up from you, letting you have space to hit and the ball. you close your eyes and take a breath to focus ; his touch always made you fuzzy and today wasn't an exception, in fact, all day long, he's been all over you, cheering you up with tight hugs and kisses when you scored goals. you know if you're hitting this one, he is going to be the happiest and you want to make him proud. so you take your time.

YEAH BABY YOU MADE IT, you hear from behind you as the ball hit the red cardboard. he backs hugs you hard, you fall on the floor but he is quick to make sure you fall on him. up, i knew you could do it baby ! im so so so proud of you, he says pampering your face. you can only giggle and accept his burst of affection.

notes : i'll personally pretend i'm not good so jake could kiss me all the time 🥰

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[monzamash]

I just read itch and have been thinking of this. I do not know if your request are open but a blurb of you and Charles after sex in bed and Charles is watching you call every gym related, workout shop in Monaco to find a bench after the one in his gym broke

loved this so much that it inspired a little blurb x

parlez-vous français? (sequel to itch) charles leclerc x you (femreader) | 960 words 18+, minors dni

The workout afternoon delight that had you and Charles panting and sending echoed moans through an otherwise silent house had required a change in location after one too many “deadlifts”. Maybe the bench press wasn’t up to the challenge but you took the risk, knowing the consequences and it was an accident, of course, one waiting to happen according to the man brushing his warm fingertips down your spine; the unspoken promise you made hanging in the thick air.

“So,” He drawled, smug smile lacing every syllable.

“When will you replace my bench press, huh?”

A grumble fell from your lips at his leading question, head buried in a pillow and still coming down from the high that had sent your mind, body and spirit into orbit. Your tired eyes caught his glimmering with humour, tickled that you were now responsible for buying him a new bench, in Monte Carlo no less.

“But my French is so bad…”

Charles’ soft laugh sifted through your ears, his giggle showing his hand and now you knew that this was his plan all along. He was the reason it broke, not you. He was the one who insisted on fucking you faster, harder, deeper until your legs were shaking and he had the neighbours downstairs questioning whether there was an earthquake warning for the city. He had you on all fours, rocking back on his dick like your life depended on it, loosening you and apparently every screw on the frame below. Screaming out for mercy.

And now he has the audacity to look at you with those mischievous blue eyes that had gotten you both in trouble more times than you could count, thrilled that you would have to fumble your way through a phone call for him. Ah, the irony.

“I’ll help you do it. Here,” Charles held out his phone to you, number already there for your convenience and you sighed, relieved that wouldn't have to embarrass yourself.

“Merci,” You flirted, taking a moment to appreciate how beautiful he looked post-sex, eyes still hazy from the afterglow when he leaned down and pressed his swollen lips to your bare shoulder.

The line rang for a couple of nervous seconds, until a man with a thick French accent answered. “Oh, uh, hello! I mean – bonjour!”

Fuck, you already felt way out of your depth.

“Um, I am wondering if you have –“

“Pas d’anglais.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion – you’d heard that phrase before but you couldn’t quite remember why or where so you turned to Charles, who watching you intently, eyes already glowing with elation as you pressed the phone to your sheet covered chest. You could feel the blush slowly creeping up, all the way from your toes.

“What does pas d’anglais mean?” You asked, hushed voice and panicked.

Charles’ smile slipped into a smirk, “It means no English.”

“Oh, then you really need to take over,” You said so matter-of-factly that you didn’t even think twice before shoving the phone into his own naked chest.

But what you didn’t expect was a tutting from your usually sweet, saviour-complexed boyfriend and the phone to be pushed back towards you, head shaking and a smile the size of the moon looking back at you.

“Absolutely not. You promised, so try your best,” Charles encouraged, knowing full well that there was no way you could bluff your way through this one. Not a chance.

“I hate you.”

The growl in your voice made Charles laugh into his palm as you nervously brought the phone back up to your ear, heart racing and wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

“être désolé, um, do you – uh, vendez-vous… du materiel…”

You were genuinely trying and blindly casting your mind back to all of the French language-learning audiobooks you had listened to when you first started dating Charles; but time and life always seemed to get in the way of you actually learning or retaining any French at all and you weren't proud of that.

“How do you say gym equipment?” You quietly asked in Charles direction, completely frazzled before noticing that he had picked up a book and was pretending to be immersed in the worn out pages.

That was until you slapped his bicep and grappled at his face, “Help me!” You scolded above a whisper, grasping his cheeks and begging him to come to your rescue like he said he would.

When you angled his chin up to yours, he could see the fear in your eyes; cheeks flushed the same colour as they were merely moments ago, mind reliving how sweet you looked making him come.

How could he be so cruel?

Charles placed his book down and reached up for the phone, quickly rambling off a string of sentences before hanging up. You were dumbfounded and a little short of breath and he couldn't help but giggle when he looked back to you, fuming. He loved the way your forehead creased whenever you were mad, especially at him and the pout on your soft pink lips were tempting him to lean down and kiss them. But right now, as you stared him down, he knew he needed to do some damage control before trying to smooth it over with a kiss.

“Andrea has tried to give me his old one for months now so I was not worried about breaking it, really. I was just teasing,” He explained warily while brushing your hair back from your face.

And trying his hardest not to laugh at how adorable you looked.

“être désolé, mon chéri,” He added with a sweet smile, “You did try and what you did say sounded very good…”

You huffed out a defeated laugh, still feeling a little silly that you couldn't even get through a simple phone call. In truth, it was the wake up call you needed, even if it meant enduring his cruel prank.

“You really need to give me lessons if I’m going to stay here with you. Like, I need bootcamp style French lessons, baby…”

Charles chuckled and gave you a reassuring nod as he slowly leaned forward and sweetly captured your pouting lips, "We can start right now…”

The deep timbre in his voice sent a shivers dancing down your spine as you reached up and cupped his stubbled cheeks in your hands; his lips grazed the shell of your ear and whispered, “J’ai envie de toi.”

A pleasured hum tumbled out while you memorised the trail Charles was leaving down your already reddened neck, mouthing at the marks he had left earlier. It was pure bliss exchanged in soft moans as he guided you onto the soft sheet below, the promise of his words ringing in your ears as your hazy mind translated, I want you.

[maya1525]

FaceTime Fun

18+ MDNI

Pairing✩࿐Fem!Reader X Megumi Fushiguro

WARNINGS✩࿐Fem!Reader Giving oral, cream pie, rough fucking, fingering, little bit of chocking.

Word count✩࿐3.8K

BONUS✩࿐A jealous Megumi

Summary✩࿐The Fem!Reader is in a relationship with Megumi Fushiguro and he can’t stand Itadori’s constant flirting with his girlfriend. So he decides to show Yuji who the reader actually belongs to (through a FaceTime call)

A/N✩࿐This was a request I couldn’t refuse! 💕 Thanks for the sexy idea madness-puppy

“Yuji! Stop!” You gasped out between giggles as he tickled you relentlessly.

“No way! You’ve got the cutest laugh Y/n…” Itadori beamed down at you, as his quick fingers moved along your sides. The both of you rolled around in the grass, play fighting. Your friend was able to pin you down easily, holding one of your arms firmly while he tickled you. You helplessly tried to push him off but amid your laughter that was deemed impossible.

The two of you got paired up to do combat training outside, but things took an unpredictable turn. Yuji always managed to get you to smile whenever he was around. You felt fortunate to be friends with Itadori since he’s your boyfriend’s good friend.

Little did you know, Fushiguro was standing uphill observing the situation with rage boiling up within himself. Megumi was fuming at the sight of you and Yuji wrestling around in the grass like lovers. He was practically on top of you, in such an intimate way. Fushiguro hated the way Itadori made you smile and laugh so easily. Yuji always managed to find a way to make you blush shyly at his blatant flirting. How could you not notice that Itadori was into you more than as a friend? Megumi knew that it was your naivety that shielded you from knowing Itadori’s true intentions, but he couldn’t help but resent you slightly for being so oblivious. Once the two of you made it official Itadori was the first to know, but that didn’t change the way he treated you. Yuji may be his friend but he’s crossed the line countless times and now he’s going to know who you belong to.

“Don’t move away now-“ Megumi groaned out in pleasure as he pulled your hips closer to his, roughly shoving his lengthy vein-covered cock back inside your dampening hole. “You’re going to take all of this dick. Whether you want to or not.” He growled while possessively moving both of your wrists above your head, pinning them down harshly.

A pain-filled squeak escaped from your lips “Ahh- Gumi, please… you’re too rough… stop! Nhh-” Fushiguro deliberately ignored your pitiful whines as he relished in the tight comforting squeeze of your fluttering walls around him.

Despite the callous way your boyfriend was treating you, you couldn’t help but get fired up by his selfish behavior. The way his eyebrows narrowed down at you in such a demeaning manner stirred up something deep inside you. When the both of you have sex he’s usually gentle and thoughtful on where and how to touch you. He’s never been this rough with you before, what’s gotten into him?

“You’re mine. Don’t forget that.” He snarled animalisticly, as he plunged his dick back into you with much more force. This time it causes you to scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His headboard began to thump against the wall rhythmically. “Come on say it back.” His eyes glared at you through his disheveled inky black hair.

“I’m yours-ahh!” You whimpered as he smirked down at you triumphantly. The speed of his length plowing into you increased, and with his free hand, he shakily slid his fingers over your clit. Causing sparks of delight to go down your spine.

“If you’re mine, why do you let Itadori flirt with you?” Fushiguro replied through gritted teeth.

Confusion washed over your hazed mind, “What do you- ahh” You were cut off when Megumi ripped his hand away from your clit and placed it around your throat with anger, squeezing harshly.

“Don’t give me that shit.” He shoved his cock deep inside of you causing your pussy to twitch around him in satisfaction. His midnight blue eyes fixated on you like a predator staring down its prey. “You want him, don’t you?”

“N-no!” You coughed a little from the pressure he had on your throat, “he’s our friend.”

Irritation flashed over Megumi’s handsome features. Your boyfriend then maneuvered you so you were riding his dick. He gripped your waist firmly and began to fuck you relentlessly.

“I bet you want him to fuck you.” He hissed with pleasure as he felt you grow into an even wetter mess for him. You could feel his dick slide into your saturated entrance effortlessly.

“No, I only want you!” You whimpered out as you felt Fushiguro’s grip on the crease between your thighs and hips grow more harsh.

“Oh yeah?” He groaned out, appreciating how good you felt at this angle. “Prove it by FaceTiming him while you take my dick.”

“I don’t want-ahh, him looking at me like this!” You cried out helplessly, enjoying how Megumi’s long cock hit just the right spot up inside you. He bounced you onto him fluently, and with each thrust you could feel the head of his penis hit your cervix with deep ecstasy.

“You belong to me, so do it,” Megumi stated with such authority you felt like disobeying him would feel blasphemous.

“Let me grab my phone.” You muttered breathlessly. You reluctantly removed yourself from Fushiguro’s heavenly dick and crawled across his bed to grab your phone off his nightstand.

“Good girl.” You couldn’t see your boyfriend, but by the tone of his voice, you could practically hear his satisfied smirk.

You unlocked your phone and handed it to Megumi, you couldn’t help but drag your eyes over his naked body. On his lean yet muscular torso you could see his well-defined abs, which were incredibly attractive with the faint shine of sweat. You noticed the fading hickeys you left on his broad shoulders from your previous sessions. Your gaze lowered to his lengthy dick, still as ready to play as ever, just looking at his rose-colored tip made your mouth water. Without instruction, you crawled down to his lower half and settled yourself between his thighs. Gently grabbing his warm rod and giving the side of his length a small kiss while looking up at him.

While Fushiguro was pulling up Yuji’s FaceTime on your phone; he couldn’t help but adore the way your pretty face stared up at him in such an innocent manner. Especially while you lightly kissed the length of his shaft, your petal soft lips felt amazing on his horny cock. He pointed the phone's camera towards you as you lapped up his precum from the tip of his dick.

Just on cue, Itadori picked up the call, “Hey Y/n, what’s-“ he cut off in pure shock. Megumi couldn’t help but smirk at the look on his friend's face. Yuji’s initial reaction was blatant bafflement, but now there was an expression of a yearning lust. He knew it. Itadori likes you more than just a friend.

You felt your boyfriend's dick twitch with delight when Yuji answered the call. You felt too shy to look up at the phone so you focused on taking more of Megumi in your hot salivating mouth. You slowly licked him up and down like a delicious popsicle. With your tongue alone, you memorized every detail of his glorious penis. Everything about his dick was perfect, especially how it curved upward and slightly to the right. You then brought your curious tongue down to his balls to suck them gently. With your left hand, you began to pump his slick-covered dick. Instinctively you looked up at Megumi but immediately looked back down- forgetting that Itadori was on the phone. You heard Yuji groan out at your hotness when you accidentally looked at him through the camera.

“Oh come on, don’t be shy. Look up at me baby.” Fushiguro teased affectionately, his voice deep and husky. You apprehensively met your boyfriend's hungry gaze, making sure to look past the camera. “Good girl.” He gave you a killer smile as your pretty face looked up at him obediently. You gingerly took his right nut into your awaiting mouth.

The way you gently sucked and licked Megumi’s balls, made him writhe with pleasure under your wicked tongue. He adored the way you traced a figure-eight pattern along his nuts. He watched in awe as you slithered your tongue up to the tip of his dick and then engulfed him down your heavenly throat.

You made sure to maintain eye contact with Fushiguro as you beckoned him further into you. You slightly gagged on his shaft while you took time to adjust having him lodged down your throat. The lack of air was worth it, in turn, your reward was seeing Fushiguro’s handsome face distorted with satisfaction. His jaw went slack with pleasure as his chest rose and fell heavily.

Megumi couldn’t help but glance down at your phone screen to observe Itadori’s reaction, there was a needy look on his face and his phone was shaking. He was clearly jacking himself off.

The more you worshiped Fushiguro’s lengthy rod, the more you enjoyed having Itadori watch. You’ve never done anything so inappropriate in front of another person like this before. You felt entirely desired, it felt hot knowing both men craved you.

You unlatched yourself from your boyfriend’s shaft and began to bob your head on him as you did a combination of licking and sucking. It felt as if all of the shyness you had earlier, melted away and was now replaced by sultry energy. You directed your gaze entirely at the camera, just to tease your friend Itadori. You heard him moan out “Fuck…” in response. With Megumi’s free hand; you felt him possessively tangle his fingers in your hair, as you made love to his cock.

Fushiguro couldn’t take it anymore and released himself in your mouth, with a guttural groan. You slurped him up enthusiastically, making sure not to miss a single drop.

You pulled your puffy wet lips off of his pulsating tip, looking to your boyfriend for further instructions. He lightly removed his fingers from your hair, “Lay down.” He ordered breathlessly, his dark blue eyes gleamed at you with approval.

You immediately obeyed and laid down next to Megumi, only to have him get up and kneel between your thighs. He made sure to keep the camera focused on your pussy. A small wave of shyness wafted over you knowing that Itadori was probably staring at your most private parts. You tried to squeeze your legs shut but the black-haired man between them gripped your thigh with his free hand painfully.

“Don’t hide that pretty pussy. The fun has only just begun.” He smirked at you devilishly.

Your cunt couldn’t help but quiver at your boyfriend's words. With his long slender pointer finger, he prodded your slick lips. You were still wet from his rough fucking from earlier. Without warning he plunged his finger into you and swiveled it around, a loud shameful moan came from your mouth. He then abruptly removed his finger from your needy hole. He showed Itadori how gooey you were by placing his pointer finger against his thumb. A long clear strand of your wet discharge connected his fingers together.

“See how wet she is for me,” Fushiguro stated with a leg-weakening sneer. He then delicately rotated his finger against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Smearing your slick wetness over your clit.

“Mmh…” You whined with delight, your legs instinctively opened wider for your boyfriend as your pelvis raised towards him, and your body was begging for more.

Seeing the way you responded to Megumi’s touch made Yuji want to crawl through the phone screen and make you feel just as good - if not better. “Bro she’s so hot.” He groaned as he sped up his pace jerking himself.

Fushiguro then brought his index finger to your more than-ready entrance, he teased you by barely sliding it in. You wanted to feel so much more, it wasn’t fair that he was toying with you like this. Especially since you didn’t tease him when you gave him head.

“Gumi, please…” You whimpered desperately.

He arched his eyebrow at you playfully, “What is it Y/n? What do you need?” You tried to muster up the most intimidating glare you could conjure up, “Aww don’t look at me like that.” He chuckled sexily, “You want me to do this?” He then shoved his middle finger into you, knuckles deep while stroking the sensitive spot inside of you. To add to the pressure he rubbed his thumb over your clit. Before you and Megumi even had sex you had a feeling that he’d be great at fingering, simply because of all the elaborate hand gestures he used for his cursed technique. And you certainly weren’t disappointed when your assumption proved to be more than correct.

You felt your cheeks turn flush as your body melted under your boyfriend's talented fingers. Megumi pumped into you even faster. “Mmm… just fuck me already.” You blurted breathlessly without meaning to as you squirmed around in ecstasy. You couldn’t take the amazing sensations of his sinful fingers and released onto them abruptly, your pussy walls clenched around his digit in the most pleasurable way. He gave you a wry smile as you drenched him.

“You hear that Itadori, she wants me to fuck her.” He zoomed the camera onto your dripping cunt; you could hear urgent moist fap sounds of Yuji pumping himself off. Megumi pulled his hand away from your wanton core and began to coat his dick with your juices; he made sure to get your wetness evenly distributed on his lengthy shaft. Fushiguro’s navy-colored eyes raked over your gorgeous body with a burning passion. You gazed at him excitedly knowing what was about to come next. He brought his lower half closer to you as he situated the tip at your hot and steamy entrance.

“Is this what you want?” Fushiguro arched his brow at you teasingly. “You want my dick up inside of you, baby?”

“Please…” You whimpered as you ghosted your hand down to his delicious length, trying to get him into you.

He remained in his position, unwavering. “And why should I?”

“Because I belong to you.” You whispered in anticipation, knowing damn well that your possessive boyfriend would love to hear that. “I’m yours Megumi.” You added to butter him up even more.

Megumi couldn’t say no to you and without hesitation, he slammed his heavenly dick into your slippery cunt. An adorable mewl of pleasure escaped your lips. He filled you up perfectly, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting him closer. You needed to feel his body pressed onto yours. You craved him to surround you completely.

It was hard for Fushiguro to hold the phone pointed at your pussy as he plunged into you. He was tempted to end the FaceTime call but he wanted Itadori to know that you were entirely his. He angled himself into your delectable cunt so he was hitting your sweet spot consistently.

“Oh, mmh yes Megumi!” You whimpered out in delight, as you raked your nails along Fushiguro’s toned back.

“You like that?” He muttered huskily, his eyes shone like dark sapphire gems as he studied your beautiful face in pleasure. “You love my dick?”

“Yes! Don’t stop… ahh” You moaned out as he rammed into you aggressively.

He pointed your phone in your face now, giving Yuji the perfect view of your stunning face contorted with satisfaction. “You like Itadori watching?” He grunted a bit harshly, as he thrust into you with more force. Megumi couldn’t help but still feel annoyed that Itadori consistently flirts with you. A small seed of insecurity has taken root in Fushiguro’s mind, and he wondered if you were attracted to his friend.

You felt embarrassed at your boyfriend's bold question and it didn’t help that Itadori was able to see you in such a vulnerable manner. You refused to answer Fushiguro, not sure if a simple yes or no would suffice. Although, deep down; the fact that your friend was watching the two of you be intimate together excited you in a suggestive way. This was something you’d never done before, and the reason behind this inappropriate act was because of your boyfriend's possessive behavior. To which you didn’t mind, it made you feel happy that he wanted you all to himself, because you felt the same.

“You want Yuji to fuck you?” He sneered down at you, his words stung slightly. He was clearly still jealous. You were able to hear Itadori groan out at his question. Megumi’s hips smacked against yours while his dick persistently hit the spot up inside of you that made you go crazy.

“Mmm… y-“ you cut yourself off, you wanted to say ‘yes’ to the ecstasy Fushiguro was making you feel - not to his question. “No!” You stammered hoping that your boyfriend didn’t notice your slip-up.

Fushiguro narrowed his eyes down at you, “Why were you going to say yes at first?”

“Cause you’re making me feel good.” You looked up at him angelically, “I only want you to fuck me.”

Megumi couldn’t help but smirk down at you, pride welled up in his chest knowing damn well that his friend Itadori heard that. “You’re mine.” He growled while relishing how perfect your pussy felt around him. His mouth practically drooled at how wet you got for him.

“I’m yours.” You mewled back, “Only yours.” You reassured while pulling him into you for a warm embrace. “I love you Megumi.” You whimpered out while you felt his long shaft twitch up inside of you.

“I love you more.” He whispered into the crook of your neck, he set the phone off to the side so he could hold you properly. Not caring to hang up on Itadori, if he wants to listen to the both of you he certainly can. He pulled away to look down at you with approval before crashing his lips onto yours. He passionately moved his lips against yours, you felt him suck and nibble at your lower plump lip as you did the same to his upper lip. He darted his tongue into your mouth to tease your tongue. You felt his hand snake up to your left breast to lightly fondle and squeeze. He began to move inside of you once more, this time with more urgency.

He kept his mouth on yours while he pumped into your slick pussy, his headboard began to pound against the wall at a fast pace. You felt amazing to Fushiguro, if he was able to fuck you 24/7 he certainly would. He adored everything about you, from your charming personality to your gorgeous body. He couldn’t get enough of you, and he could understand why Itadori would want to try and have a chance with you. But you belonged to Megumi, and he made sure to prove it. He lowered his hot mouth down to your neck and latched down hard, making sure to leave a large angry red mark that would be hard to cover up.

Fushiguro’s body dominated yours so easily, he plowed his dick into you with such determination and passion you felt your lower stomach churn with delight. You were about to cum and wanted him to finish in you at the same time. “Make me yours. Cum in me.” You moaned out shamelessly.

The corner of Megumi’s lip twitched upward at your request, “I will baby.” His tempo and power increased as he chased after his release, his inky black hair fell in front of his face sexily. You felt his hand snake its way down your body and to your clit, rubbing it just the way you like it. The delectable sensations pushed you over the edge and you drenched Fushiguro’s dick with your release. He shot his seed up inside of you, claiming your pussy as his. You felt his cock fill you up with his hot white liquid, and you shuddered with pure bliss at the feeling.

He leaned over to grab your phone, and couldn’t help but smirk at the screen knowing that his friend was still on the call. “Itadori, look what I did to my girl's pussy.” He brought the phone down to your connected privates, zooming in as he pulled his lengthy dick out of you. A stream of his bountiful cum leaked from your pussy like a river; your pretty cunt glistened from the faint light coming off of his TV screen.

“Fuck that’s so hot.” Yuji groaned out desperately; simply by looking at your used and shiny pussy he was able to finish right then and there. He released himself all over his muscly abs. He flipped the camera to show both of you his slick mess. “Damn, you’re so lucky Fushiguro. Y/n really does belong to you.” Itadori said in a slightly defeated tone, “I gotta clean up, thanks for the call - it was fun.“ He paused for a second, “I’ll real myself in and cut off the flirting. Sorry man. Also, I’d be down to do this again sometime.” He teased and abruptly ended the call, not giving Megumi a chance to answer.

You felt so lucky to call Fushiguro your boyfriend and you regret not noticing how jealous he could get. “I’m sorry for not noticing it when Itadori was flirting with me.” You croaked out, your voice a little harsh from your sucking his dick earlier.

“It’s ok, I’m sorry for letting my jealousy get out of hand. I just don’t want to lose you. You mean so much to me.” He admitted with a faint blush on his fair cheeks. Satisfaction welled up inside you, knowing how much Megumi cared for you. You knew that he’d do anything for you and without hesitation, you’d do the same. To simply please him for his praise filled you with such contentment. You didn’t want to flat out and say it, but in your heart, he was superior above all else. You loved how thoughtful and caring he was towards you, especially how he easily made you feel safe and secure.

“You won’t ever lose me, especially to another person.” You reassured, with a genuine smile. Fushiguro secretly screenshotted this moment in his mind, he made a vow to himself to never forget your face and the promise you just made. He knew for a fact that you were the one for him and he won’t let anyone or anything come between you two ever again.

“So you got a little wetter than usual when I was fucking you rough.” You teased with a playful glint in his midnight blue eyes.

You couldn’t suppress the blush that instantly formed on your face. “Well, yeah.” You squirmed under his gaze as your voice got a little caught in your throat.

“You don’t have to explain why.” He chuckled, “Want me to treat you like that more often when we have sex?”

“Mmh-hmm.” You nodded affirmatively, with a shy smile.

“Damn, you’re cute,” Fushiguro muttered as he leaned over and gave your forehead a loving kiss. “Now come on, let’s take a shower.”

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Bittersweet

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: You're perfect to him, but he's not good enough for you and never could be.

Warnings: kind of derogatory mention of “whores,” SMUT, javier peña’s oral fixation, I’m imagining season 3 Javi but it’s up to you, reader is 20ish, wears a skirt, is referred to as sweet, and is able bodied. Soft and then mean!javi. WC: 1.1k

A/N: Thanks to Andrew for leaking this song and to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for correcting my fuckass spanish <3

Javier Peña Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

I'd rather take my whiskey neat My coffee black in my bed at three You're too sweet for me

He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t have encouraged your flirting. He shouldn’t have met you at the bar for drinks. And he definitely shouldn’t have taken you home with him. It’s way too late to turn back now though. 

Your hips sway in the tiny skirt you’re wearing as you climb the stairs to his apartment. He greedily drinks in the sight of your exposed thighs, sauntering up the stairs behind you. He grabs your waist and pulls you tightly against him as he unlocks the door, pressing his lips to your throat. 

You squeal out the sweetest giggle as his mustache tickles your skin. He gets the door open and guides you inside, leading you by the hips to his bedroom. You’re much too precious to fuck on the couch like some whore. 

He lays you back on the bed gently as he kisses you, his tongue delving into your mouth to get more of your taste. He’s addicted to you already. You moan into his mouth softly, tangling your tongue up with his. He licks the back of your teeth, bites into your plump bottom lip. 

His hands push your skirt up and he presses his clothed erection into your core. You whine and rut against him and he groans against your lips. He kisses down your throat, dips his nose into your cleavage, pushes your shirt up until you sit up and help him tear it off you. 

He sucks a nipple into his mouth, rolls it between his lips and nibbles gently. You arch your back, your hands finding the back of his head and holding him to you. Your fingers thread in his hair as he kisses down your stomach and settles between your thighs. 

He pulls your skirt and panties down your thighs at the same time and discards them on the floor. He spreads your folds with two fingers and groans. 

“¿Así que mojado para mí ya?” (So wet for me already?)

“Sí, Javi,” you reply breathlessly. He adores the way you answer him, the way your voice is airy with desire. 

Javier licks a stripe from the cleft of your ass to your clit, savoring the flavor of your skin and slick.

“Sabes tan dulce, cariño.” (Taste so sweet, baby). 

He sucks your clit into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue over and over, loving the way you squirm against him, the way your hands tighten into fists in his hair. He dips his tongue inside you, his nose settling against your clit. He grabs your hips and encourages you to grind on his face. 

“Usarla. Sé buena para mi,” he mutters into your cunt. (Use it, be good for me). You take direction so well. He feels you shaking as he plunges his tongue inside you. He sucks your clit into his mouth again and plunges two fingers into you down to the knuckle. You come with a cry of his name, spilling sweetly from your lips. It’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. 

He lets you ride his fingers through your high before he slowly extracts his fingers from you. He sucks them into his mouth, not wanting to miss a drop of your taste. He strips off his shirt and stands to discard his pants as you catch your breath. 

You reach your hands out toward him as he settles back on the bed between your thighs. He thinks he feels his heart crack a little. He kisses you again, letting you taste yourself on his lips as he notches the head of his cock at your entrance. You wiggle beneath him, trying to push him inside you. 

“Paciencia, cariño,” (patience, baby) he mutters, but he starts pushing inside you. He’s finding it hard to deny you anything you ask for. You both moan as he bottoms out inside you, your noises tangling together in the scant air between your lips. He drops his forehead to yours as he slowly retreats and pushes back in. 

You meet his thrust with your own hips, driving him deeper. He drops to his elbows and picks up the pace, rolling his hips into you steadily. He wants to savor this, wants it to last as long as it can, because he knows he’ll never have it again – never have you again. 

He can’t hold back, though. The way you grip him, tight and hot and wet, the way your hands roam across his broad chest and through his too long hair, it drives him crazy. He dips his mouth to your throat, tasting your skin again as he pounds into you. You let out little huffs of air, choked out moans, bitten off cries of his name as he fucks you. 

When you come it catches him off guard and he nearly follows you. He fucks you slow and deep through it and when you finally stop clenching around him he pulls out and comes on your belly. You whine when he stands, wanting him to cuddle with you. 

“Ya vuelvo.” (I’ll be right back). 

He goes to his bathroom and wets a washcloth with warm water. He should kick you out. Instead, he brings it back and gently cleans between your legs and wipes his cum off your stomach. He tosses the cloth into the pile of his clothes and snuggles into bed with you. You curl into his chest and he wraps his arms around you, falling asleep with the scent of your shampoo in his nose.

He wakes up in the morning to an empty bed and nearly thinks you were smart enough to leave on your own, but he spots your skirt still on the floor by the bed. Fuck. You dance into the room, a cup of coffee in your hand and his shirt on your shoulders. You look beautiful. Perfect. Like everything he doesn’t deserve. 

You hand him the mug and he sets it on the nightstand.

“Deberías ir.” (You should get going). 

He lights a cigarette to avoid looking at your face. He knows it’s crestfallen, knows he’s hurting you. But he’s saving you even more pain in the long run.

“Okay,” you say. And he refuses to look, but he can hear the tears in your voice.

When he hears the apartment door close, he rolls over and pretends to go back to sleep. He lays there for hours, thinking about how perfect you are. You’re way too young, maybe twenty years old. And so… soft, gentle. His rough edges would cut you to shreds. He never should have slept with you, but he’s only a man. He’s a weak, broken, pathetic old man and for one night you made him feel worthy. 

When he finally drinks the coffee on the nightstand, it has long gone cold and the alarm clock reads 3:00pm.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I saw a headcanon for Izana as a Husband/Dad.

If it's okay can you do a couple for Shuji and Baji?

If you already made post about, you can ignore this ask.

Have a wonderful day! 🤗

Ok I've done Hanma as a husband and dad on this post because Baji really needs his own post but here's Hanma!

Husband

Actually picks a ring out for you pretty quickly, he's confident in knowing what you'd like.

Wakes you up with kisses often

Doesn't get genuine compliments that often so you can catch him off guard when he does get them.

Knows when you're lying or keeping things from him (it's very hard when you want to surprise him) he's very observant of you. 

Falls asleep on you a lot (conveniently trapping you under him often)

He likes perfumes a lot, not on himself particularly but he appreciates and notices when you wear it.

You're pretty much responsible for any wounds he get's, he's not bothered by them and won't bandage them but he'll let you do it if you want.

Takes a lot of pictures of you

Sings very loudly, and he has no problem singing for you (going out for your birthday means he'll sing happy birthday loudly in public)

Takes great joy in threatening anyone who dares to flirt with you (it's so much worse if anyone actually threatens you or scares you).

Moves around a bit in his sleep, when sharing a bed with him you will sometimes get kicked in the middle of the night

Isn't afraid to get your attention by some odd means, not paying attention to him? Expect a random lick on your cheek or hand or something else just as odd.

Despite the kind of wild wedding all of his friend's imagine him wanting, he actually just wants something small and intimate when he get's married. 

Will steal little bits of food from your plate, pays you back with kisses and cheeky grins. 

He  started using pet names ironically/ as a joke at first but then actually realises he likes it.

Takes you on a super long honeymoon

Likes soft things, including your hair, will sometimes just stroke it when relaxing with you.

Dad

He keeps telling the baby secrets, you'll hear him having a full one sided conversation with the baby but when you walk into the room he suddenly stops. (He's doing it on purpose to see your reaction)

Had to learn the hard way to be quiet around a sleeping baby

When they grow up a bit more, his kid is practically glued to his shoulders, baby Hanma likes peering down at everyone while his dad talks to people.

Tells his kid to call Kisaki as "uncle Kisaki" (Kisaki never agreed to this)

Before the baby is born he will refer to it as being "Shuji jr"

Was banned from teaching the baby the alphabet after he kept replacing words "K is for knuckleduster" 

Likes to play a lot of games with his kids, it's common to find him chasing after them pretending to be a monster or something.

Tries to teach his kids about the dangers of smoking and to not be like him but does it in the worst way possible "if you touch daddy's cigarettes then the monster under the bed will get you" this results in Hanma sheepishly grinning at you as the kids cling to you and ask to sleep in your bed instead.

Likes doing skin to skin contact with his baby a lot, especially if they fall asleep on him.

Takes lots of pictures 

Tickles his kids a lot

Sometimes he carries his kids when they're small in the weirdest ways possible. You once found him holding one tucked under his arm and holding the other upside down by their ankle. The kids love it though and were giggling the whole time.

Will use his kids to team up on you to pull pranks. (Sometimes nice ones too though)

Once you found him carefully drawing on his kids hands with one of those tattoo felt tip pens after they asked for tattoos like his, it was very cute 

Has accidentally taught the kids a few swear words over the years (he always tries to make it up to you after)

[msgexymunson]

Keep Up With Me

Sub!Eddie x Dom!Fem!Reader

Description: your boyfriend breaking up with you because you're too much for him to handle might be the best thing that's happened to you. It's certainly the best thing that's happened to Eddie!

A/N: bitta angst, mostly smut, best friends to lovers, not me and my horny ass projecting again promise, I'm English excuse my language tally ho what what

Warnings: use of pet names (baby girl, sweetheart etc) reader uses she/her pronouns, NSFW, minors DNI or I'll smack you with a wet fish, F!Masturbation, lap riding, M!Oral receiving, slight M! Orgasm denial, p in v protected sex

5k words

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You perch on the corner of the checkout counter at Family Video, legs swinging, fingers tapping on the side.

"So, apparently that makes me some sort of slut." You looked at Robin, one of your closest friends, and shrugged.

"Shit, what an asshole! So he basically dumped you because he couldn't keep up with you?"

"Yup. Sad ain't it." You inspect your fingernails, trying to come off as more aloof than you actually felt. You weren't in pain as such, not from losing that asshole, it's just his words kept ringing in your head.

Why do you want to fuck all the time? Must be some sorta slut. Are you a freak or something? What's wrong with you?

The harsh, sobering words ran through your head on a loop, wearing you down even further.

"Hey, I know that look, stop thinking about that jerk he did NOT deserve you, seriously! You just gotta find someone else, you always do." Robin stares at you, hand hovering over yours.

"That's the problem aint it. I just do this over and over. Too fricking horny for my own good!" You laugh; Robin giggles with you. "Hey there's worse problems to have!" You both chuckle for a bit, but you're still upset about his words. Slut. Freak. "Maybe I am a freak." You sigh.

"Whose a freak?"

You jump, and look around. Eddie Munson, your other best friend and long time crush, had just walked in the door. He flashed you a lazy smile, brown doe eyes creased at the corners.

"We are not talking about you Edward if that's what you think."

Eddie mimes being shot in the chest. "Oh sweetheart you wound me! Don't call me that." He pouts at you.

"It's your name, isn't it?" You poke your tongue out at him.

"Urgh, yeah, government name, but it's so not metal." He picks you up off the counter and spins you round, whilst you squeal.

"Put me down Edward!"

"Whose Edward?" He grins, still holding you, lightly tickling your sides.

"Okay Eddie please!"

He places you on your feet with exaggerated care, brushing imaginary dust of your shoulders.

Robin's eyes flick between yours and Eddie, widening and gesturing her head at you. You know she's dying to say something, but you had told her a million times, Eddie was just a friend. Sure he did shit like that, but it's like you were his little sister or something. There's no way he felt the same way about you.

"Well if you two are done flirting, I've got a job to do." You open your mouth to protest but Robin smirks, grabs a few videos and runs off like a baby deer to shelve them. looking at Eddie, you see his face is flushed. Silence for a heartbeat.

"So aren't you seeing loverboy tonight?" Eddie waggles his eyebrows at you.

"Oh I've just come from EX loverboy's house. Here to pick a horror film and pretend all the victims have his face. Oh and eat ice cream until I'm sick."

"Oh shit sweetheart I didn't know, sorry."

"It's all good, just trying to get some stuff he said out of my head. He's a dick anyway."

Eddie frowns, his brow furrowing. He knows this is affecting you more than you are letting on but he doesn't question it.

"Look, I've got a deal to do, but do you want to come over? I can drop you at mine and I'll be like 20 minutes max. I'm up for horror movies, ice cream and a joint or two?"

"Sounds good Eddie. Thanks."

"No problem sweetheart."

You pick a movie each and summon Robin from her hiding space to check them out.

"Okay you kids have fun!" She beams at you both, waving over enthusiastically.

"Robin you are such a dork." You laugh and leave, turning back to make sure the door shuts and doesn't leave a draught. Robin's still staring at you two, gesturing and putting her thumbs up. You roll your eyes and make your way to Eddie's van.

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Eddie, true to his word, dropped you off at his trailer. You were standing in his room, all alone since his uncle was at work. It was odd; you'd been here before several times, but never alone. You sat on Eddie's bed, surrounded by his smell. Laying back against the pillows you grab one and drink in the scent. Okay you've definitely crossed over into freak territory. He wasn't even here and you were obsessed; surrounded and engulfed by his scent. You felt a familiar warmth between your legs, your desire growing for him with each passing second. You hadn't even realised you had unbuttoned your jeans until your fingers met your underwear.

What the hell are you doing he'll be back any second! Despite knowing this, it gave you a little thrill to think he might catch you with your hand down your pants. Maybe he'd finally give you what you've been craving. Working your hand into your underwear, you find your clit with a gasp. You already felt wetness creeping from your folds, desire being something that seemed to run hot within you, all the time. Teasing at your clit, you run your fingertips in soft circles, building up that tingling feeling in your core.

Throwing your head back you groaned softly, increasing the pressure on your sensitive bud. You imagined it was Eddie's fingers doing this, rubbing you, teasing you into an orgasm. It definitely helped. Soon you were panting, chasing your release.

Your mind races, thinking about how he picked you up earlier so effortlessly, you thought about his strong hands holding you firmly, rings pressing into your flesh. You think about what it would feel like, his hands on you whilst you grind against him and that did it. You come undone with your own hand, your release shattering through your nerves. Laying there for a moment you gather yourself, feeling a twinge of guilt. You shouldn't be thinking about your best friend like this. Maybe there was something wrong with you.

Freak. Slut.

No time to unpack all of that, hearing the crunch of gravel outside. The front door opens.

"Hey honey I'm home!" Eddie chuckles, and you hear him coming towards his room. You quickly try look less dishevelled, wiping your hand and hoping against hope that what you just did wasn't written all over your face.

Eddie struts in, chucks his metal lunchbox on the bed and throws himself after it. You can't help but laugh at his exaggerated movements.

He lays there on his side, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Ya miss me?" He grins.

"Always." You smile at him, trying your hardest not to appear flustered.

"So, I'll roll, you pick what to watch, and we'll make a nest."

You laugh at that. "A nest? What am I an egg?"

"Just do what you're told baby girl." Jesus that's a new one. That nickname went straight to your cunt. He sits up, cross legged. "Oh and hand me those papers on the bed side table."

You bend across and grasp the papers, passing them to Eddie. For a fraction of a second he looks down and looks back up at you, face flushed pink.

"By all means get comfortable." He coughs and looks away.

You look down and realise you left your jeans unbuttoned. A small triangle of red is exposed from the front of your black jeans. Trust me to pick bright red underwear today. Flushing magenta, you try and cover your tracks.

"Shit, sorry Eddie the jeans were digging in you know."

"No worries princess, you want a pair of sweat pants? You need to be cosy in our nest" he grins at you.

"Sure, thanks Eds." 

He grabs you a clean grey pair from a drawer and you go to the bathroom to change, cursing yourself for being so stupid. When you return, sweats hanging low of your hips, he had rolled and was waiting for you with a lighter in hand.

"Shit Eddie you could have started without me."

"Nuh-uh. This is all for your benefit, and I'm a gentleman. The lady gets first toke." He reaches over once you've sat down and puts the joint in your mouth and lights it. You take a drag, holding it in for a couple of seconds, then release it. You take another, deeper toke.

"Wow this is decent." You smirk at him.

"All my stuff is decent babe."

"Oh so we aren't talking about the other week with that shit that was all twiggy?"

"No idea what you're talking about." He looks pointedly in the opposite direction. You snort at his actions and pick the first film, loading the VCR.

You both lay back, arms touching, watching the film. The joint goes back and forth, and you begin to giggle at the movie, feeling your high settle in. Laughing with each other at the ridiculous plot, you feel so much better about everything that had happened that evening. You were with Eddie. He always made you feel at ease.

Once the movie had finished Eddie started rolling another, and you ejected the film to put the next one in.

"So, you ready to tell me what happened?" Eddie asks, licking the spliff into place.

Your eyes go wide thinking about what you did in his bed. Shit, how did he know?

"What- what do you mean?"

"I mean why did lover boy break it with you? You never said."

Relief started to spread through you, then you remembered the reasons. Freak. Slut. No way you could tell Eddie that. It was too embarrassing.

"Just standard guy commitment shit. Nothing new." You try and brush it off. It might have worked with someone else, but Eddie could always tell when you are lying.

"Nope, nope. You weren't even serious, you said. So go on, tell me?" His soft brown eyes bored into you.

You started to feel hot and bothered at this amount of attention.

"He said some stuff, it wasn't nice, I don't want to go through it again."

"Did you tell Robin?"

Ooft. How did he always know?

"Okay he said some... stuff that got to me. Jesus Eddie its not important!"

Eddie strokes your arm and looks you in the eye, "if it wasn't important it wouldn't have gotten to you. I just, I want to help."

You look into his eyes and see pure love there, and it does help. You take a deep breath, and, looking anywhere other than Eddie's eyes, you explain the real reason for the break up. Eddie sits silently, listening to you recount the events. When you are done, he looks at you and begins to smirk.

"Eddie it's not funny." You scowl at him. That throws Eddie over the edge. He laughs out loud, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Feeling embarrassed, you move to get up. Eddie's hands grab your waist, holding you still.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I'm not laughing at you I swear." He's grinning, face slightly red from his outburst.

You stare at him. "Then what the hell are you laughing at?"

He chuckles a bit, then strokes your arm, "it's just, it's like he's gotten rid of any man's wet dream, seriously. What man doesn't want a hot girlfriend who wants to do him all the time? He's clearly fucking crazy."

"You- you think I'm hot?" You stutter at him.

"Of course, look at you, you're fucking incredible. Baby girl, any man would be lucky to have you."

Part of you thinks this is just Eddie being a good friend, but the way he looks at you and the lingering hand on your hip; that tells a different story. You decide to push it a little further.

"Any man, right?' You look into his eyes.

"That's what I said sweetheart."

"So, that includes long haired, metal loving, tattooed men right?" You look up at him through your lashes.

"I mean yeah if that's your type..." you see the penny drop behind his eyes. "Oooh, Er yes, those too. Maybe lead guitarist men. Men who like to play D&D?" His voice getting higher. He tilts his head to one side, looking at you with hopeful doe eyes.

"You think there's guys like that in Hawkins?" Batting your eyelashes at him, you move closer.

"Well, I can certainly think of one or two," he says, moving one hand to the nape of your neck, stroking your skin.

"Well, give me their numbers and I'll mmmph!" Your reply is muffled as he presses his lips onto yours.

His touch is electric, the feel of his lips on yours heated. It's more than you could have ever dreamt, the passion of the kiss is something you've never experienced before.

You press your tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. Eddie's hand holds you by the hip, fingers pressing into your sides, rings warming against your hot skin. You need to feel him closer so you move to straddle him, but in your eagerness you manage to push him onto his back. Leaning into him, legs either side of his hips, never breaking the kiss. You caress his chest with one hand, the other moving to grab him by the waist, as if he could get any closer without being inside you.

Both of your breathing becomes laboured, desperate. You break the kiss, panting at each other. Eddie's face is a picture, he looks like he's in heaven. A stupid grin is plastered across his features.

"So I've wanted to do that since forever." He beams at you, hand moving to cup your jaw.

"Why didn't you?" You frown at him.

"I dunno, I just thought you weren't interested in me like that."

You look down at him, gesturing to how you were straddling him. "Well, I mean, you're okay I suppose..." you tease him.

Eddie thrusts up with his hips, rubbing against your clothed pussy. You feel he is hard, almost busting through his jeans, and you whimper.

"Seems I'm a bit more than okay pretty girl." Eddie smirks at you.

"Shut up Eddie." The teasing that was a daily occurrence between the two of you puts you at ease. You hold him by the shoulders, and grind your core over his hardened cock, back and forth. Eddie groans low in his throat, his eyes rolling back.

"Jesus Christ, shutting up." You laugh at him, and reach to pull your top over your head, exposing your red cotton bra. It's just plain, soft cups with the tiniest bow on the front. Eddie gazes at your chest as if it were clad in the finest lingerie. You continue to rock against him, feeling your own pleasure mount up.

"You're gonna be the death of me sweetheart" he says but there's no malice in it, just pure admiration. You smirk at him and start planting kisses on his chest, fingers feathering their way to his belt. You undo it and his jeans, yanking them down to his knees, and continue leaving hot, open mouthed kisses to his stomach. Your fingers dip into the waistband of his boxers and you look up at him for confirmation. Eddie stares at you open mouthed for a second, then nods frantically. You smile back at him and bite your lip, pulling his underwear down slowly.

His member springs out to greet you, bigger than average but what really surprised you was the girth of it. You couldn't help but feel your pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation. Licking a pointed stripe from the base to the tip, you massage his balls with your hand. Eddie's head rolled back, his eyes scrunched shut. Lowering your mouth onto the tip, you swirl your tongue around it, licking up his pre cum. Eddie's groan was borderline pornographic. You look up at him and slowly take him into your mouth, using your hands for what didn't fit. Bobbing up and down on his length, you use your tongue to massage him. You'd wanted to feel his dick on your tongue for so long, this almost didn't feel real. There was something about being in control of Eddie's pleasure that made you feel extremely powerful. You could feel his cock twitching already, Eddie was practically whimpering. You could tell he was close.

"Baby girl, shit, I can't take much more, I'm gonna-"

You pull away with a wet pop, Eddie whimpering at the loss of your mouth.

"Baby girl please please." Eddie looks a mess, his face is red, his breathing coming out in heavy pants, trying to grab at your arm, side, anything he could reach.

"Patience baby", your voice dripping honey.

You fling your sweats off and move up him, straddling him in your underwear. Not letting him enter you. Not yet. You were enjoying dominating him.

You start to grind down on his length again, making Eddie whine.

"Please-" Eddie looks at you, breathless and pouting.

"No." You smirk at him. Eddie gasps and looks at you in surprise. You continue to rub  your wet heat against him, "I was thinking about this earlier, wanted to find out what it felt like," grinning, grinding your cunt against his rock hard dick, feeling your slick drench your underwear and him.

Eddie's falling apart in front of your eyes. You unclasp your bra, letting it fall. Eddie's eyes widen and he whimpers, thrusting against you. You let out a moan.

"Touch me Eddie." He wastes no time in grabbing at your chest, smoothing rough fingertips over your hardened nipples. You feel a familiar sensation, a burning in your stomach and chest, desire building and building, setting your insides ablaze.

You increase your pace, rubbing back and forth, your wetness soaking Eddie, making him a slippery mess. You feel him twitch under you, fingers pinching your nipples almost painfully and it sends you over the edge. You cry out his name, your hands in your hair, still riding him, extending the outrageous feeling.

Eddie's hands suddenly grasp your hips, hard. You open your eyes and look down just as his scrunch shut. He comes then, violently with an exaggerated moan. His own release pebbles his stomach, your stomach, even a smattering reaches his chest. You look down at him as you come down from your respective highs, and you both start laughing.

"Well, I've never come like that before." Eddie's stroking your sides, gazing at you in disbelief.

You laugh, and get up off him, readjusting your underwear. You go to the bathroom to clean yourself off, and return with a dampened wash cloth. You kneel beside him, wash cloth hovering over him.

"You gonna help me or just stare baby girl" he smirked, poking you in the ribs, his other hand gesturing to the mess on his stomach.

"Hey, just admiring my masterpiece. Have to take a picture next time." You watch as Eddie's mouth springs open, his face turning purple. You simply hum and wipe him down, passing him the cloth to get anything you missed.

"Holy shit, I was right. You are literally every guys wet dream. Fuck. You're a-a pervert!" He points at you dramatically.

Laughing loud at that, you flop down next to him. He turns on his side and strokes your face, moving a couple of stray hairs.

Feeling self conscious for a moment, you look at him, cheeks flushed slightly.

"You don't mind then?"

"Mind? Mind?? I think I won the lottery." He beams at you and brings you in for a kiss.

"So you wont mind what I meant, when I said I thought about that earlier?" You're testing him, seeing if this could actually work. And you want to see the look on his face.

"Oh please for all that is good tell me." He practically pants at you.

You giggle, "well when you dropped me off I had some time to fill, so I might have touched myself thinking of you."

The groan that escapes Eddie's lips travels straight to your core. He envelopes you in a fiery kiss.

"Jesus baby girl, fuck!" He rubs your back, one hand snaking into your hair, pulling it. "In my bed?" You nod. "So yeah I'm hard again."

You laugh, "looks like you weren't kidding when you thought you could keep up with me," you smile smugly at him.

He pushes you onto your back in response and starts to nip and lick at your neck, leaving opened mouthed kisses in his wake.

"Oh I can keep up with you baby girl, trust me."

Then he's mounting you, the tip of his cock begging for entry.

"Someone's eager, have you got protection?"  You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Yes, God yes, please baby please." His eyes dart to his bedside table.

You push at him, smiling, teasing him, "so you're all confident until you have any pressure at all, I see. Lay back then baby."

He immediately lies on his back, quiet and unassuming, holding his cock by the base. He looks painfully hard but he's not moving a muscle, looking at you for your say so. You feel immensely powerful, gazing at him in such compliant position.

You reach to the drawer at his bedside, rummaging through.

"Oh, what do we have here?" You exclaim, pulling out a dirty magazine, folded to the centre. You cant help but notice the model's hair is just like yours.

"Hmm, she's hot I'll give you that. Kinda looks a little like me eh?" You wink at him mischievously.

He blushes crimson at you in reply.

"I, I suppose I have a type?" He shrugs, face red as a beetroot.

You can help but laugh, "I'm just flattered baby." And then you find his condoms. You pull one out and rip it from its packaging using your teeth.

"So, you gonna be a good boy?" You question, it almost being a joke but you receive a very certain "yes ma'am!" As a response.

You cant help but chuckle, "oh, so the dungeon master wants someone in control, I see how it is," and you grab the base of his painfully hard member.

"Please...' Eddie nearly drools out of the side of his mouth in response.

"Hmmm its good to hear you beg. Well I suppose I'll humour you. For now," you smirk out the corner of your mouth. You roll the condom onto his hard cock. He hisses at the friction. You line him up to your entrance, straddling him.

As you slowly lower yourself onto his hardness, he cries out at the sensation. You see his eyes screwed shut in response, his cheeks flushed pink. You already feel obsessed by the look of him as he entered you. You want to record this forever, the moment you finally got to take your crush. The moment you realised you could completely take control of him; everything you'd ever dreamed of. He's compliant, melting to your touch. You take him into your cunt until you're sitting on him fully. He's buried in you to the hilt, stretching you. Its bordering on pain given his size, but delicious in itself. It's a good pain.

You hold him by the waist, almost possessively. Searching his eyes as he meets your gaze, you see tears gathering at the edges of his eyes, flustered and fucked out already. The look on his eyes is pleading, almost praying.

"Mother of God, fuck...."

"I thought we settled on ma'am?"

"No.... definitely seeing God... baby..." it's a shadow of Eddie's usual humour.

You giggle at him, a sound seemingly innocent, considering Eddie is buried deep inside your pussy. You start to slowly move against him, bouncing up and down on his length, grinding against him every so often. Eddie's eyes roll back, he grabs you firmly by the hips, rocking you back and forth. You take a deliberate, pounding pace against him and feel your release begin to build again.

Eddie is babbling, passionately holding you as tight as he can.

"Jesus, baby girl, you feel so tight and warm, fuck."

Eddie's words of encouragement and blissed out face spur you on. You take him harder, faster, gripping onto him with your fingertips. Every thrust bringing you to ecstasy. You can feel him through every fibre of your being, deep within your core. You cry out in pleasure, the feeling of Eddie in every nerve. Moaning and writhing above him, you know you're about to cum, your walls flexing around him, squeezing his length. Eddie whimpers and you practically scream, your pleasure coming to a head, the feeling pulsating through your every limb, taking over control. Your body rocks in absolute rapture. You shake and stroke his sides as you come down.

"Fuck, Eddie, oh my God." You quiver above him, legs shaking.

"Baby, please can I get on top of you. Please." He looks up at you, wide eyes beseeching you. How could you say no to that face?

"Go on, whatever you want." You remember his reaction from earlier, " you've been such a good boy."

Eddie practically growls at that, flipping you onto your back.

He finds your entrance, slipping back into you deeply with a groan. You pull one leg over his shoulder, the other hitched around his waist and see his eyes roll back. He thrusts into you, deep and slow, planting open mouthed kisses onto your calf.

You stare at his face, one hand cupping his jaw. He's pink tinged, sweating, wild eyed.

"Hey, Eddie, baby, look at me. You're being such a good boy, taking me, using me so well baby."

"Fuck yes" Eddie breathes, his eyes now fixated with yours, grounding him. "Thank you thank you thank you." He chants as his thrusts get faster and sloppier. He grabs onto your hips, plunging as hard into you as he can, and you feel a mounting desire burning in the depths of your stomach.

"Eddie yes fucking me so well, oh God baby, I'm gonna cum so hard." Your words of encouragement send him over the edge; with a stutter and a high pitched moan he comes, shaking and gripping you tight. He continues to thrust in you though, looking at your face, brow furrowed. It must feel too much but he wants, needs you to come again. You grab him by the ass and push him into you as far as he will go, arching your back, releasing a toe curling moan as you orgasm.

You both try and slow your breathing as you move your leg from his shoulder, still quivering.

"Jesus Christ, baby girl that was... wow" Eddie chuckled in disbelief.

"Yeah? That good huh?" You smiled up at him, stroking a stray hair from his face.

"I just... if I knew you were gonna be so..."

"So what?" You frown at him.

"So... in charge! I mean, fuck that was... wow." He grinned at you, and you see your Eddie again. He rolls off you and disposes of the condom.

"What would you have done?" You smile at him, grabbing the blanket to cover yourself up.

"Well, probably just thought about it a whole lot until you made a move." You laugh at that.

"Eddie that's what happened."

"Hmmm, impeccable logic. Still, you had no right keeping this to yourself."

You laugh and throw a pillow at him. He pretends its heavy and it knocks him to the bed. He wiggles underneath it, seemingly pinned. You crawl over to him, moving the pillow, and cage him in with your arms.

"So, I'll roll, you put the movie on, and then round three yeah?" You tilt your head with the question.

"Fuck baby girl you really are gonna be the death of me. But what a way to go!"

[hotxcheeto]

Hii could I have Chloe price and a plus size s/o and lots of romance and smut pls <3

(who’s your fav lis character btw)

━ 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐍

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x G/N!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Smut, AFAB reader ( no pronouns/nicknames/pet names used ) cursing, tongue fucking, oral ( r! receiving ), fingering ( r! receiving ), fluff

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - oooo, i love both sean from game 2 and kate from 1, but i have many favs like max, rach, nate etc... but sean and kate take the absolute reign lol. ty so much for requesting!!!

She'd been laying in your lap for hours, sleeping, holding you close with her face buried in your tummy. You only knew she was alive from her soft snores and consistent twitching that would sometimes make you lightly jerk yourself awake.

You were ready to fall into dreamland too, eyes staring at the TV heavy lidded. Your hand slowed to a stop from raking through her short strands of hair but immediately the girl shifted when you did so only for her to lift up her head not even a minute later.

"Why'd you stop?" Her voice rang out making you turn your head, laughing when you were met with her disheveled appearance, her hands settled on the tops of your thighs as her arms were tucked underneath your legs.

"Cause I thought you were sleeping." She huffed when you answered, rubbing her eyes. "Well I was." You hummed, not really paying much mind after, focusing back on your show with a soft blink.

Chloe did not enjoy the lack of attention because her face then fell back into your stomach, a huff following a few seconds later making you giggle as it unintentionally began a fight for her to gain attention by blowing raspberries into your belly.

"Chloe- Chloe stop it!" You tried pushing her away and squirming yourself out of her grip. The girl only continuing to execute her attack by moving with you, finally coming to a halt when her need to kiss you took over instead.

"You are so hot." You continued to laugh as giant, sloppy smooshes were placed on your plush skin. Again and again until it tickled, making you try your best to run once again only to be straddled by her entire body.

"I mean it... fuck." She said dramatically, yet truthfully, licking her lips while staring down at you. "Look at you." You felt your face flush a bit, though not visible, you could for sure feel it on your cheeks.

"Oh shut it, you flirt." You giggled, moving to cover up your face, though she was faster. Her hands gripping your wrists before you got to move them even as far up as your collarbone. Your limbs trapped at your sides while you wiggled to escape, a kiss though made you still once more.

"You taste good." She muttered, making you grin and burn even harder. Avoiding her eyes by looking at the ceiling instead but she captured your lips once again, snatching you back to reality with the taste of shitty beer and her toothpaste.

"Like, really fucking good." She just kept going, moving off your body to grab your legs, sitting between your thighs once again. If you asked Chloe, you would bet that if you asked, she'd claim them as her most favorite things in the entire world.

For a moment the girl pulled back, taking in the sight of you before moving down to the hem of your pants.

"Have to test down here too."

"Chloe Price!"

"What? It's only fair."

She gave you that face that made you want to punch her right in the nose. Chloe whining when you huffed as if you were pretending to think about it, ignoring all her little pokes and prods.

"Y/nnnnnn...." She dragged for longer than you really listened, rolling your eyes. "Fine, go ahead, but I'm watching my show." "You won't be when I'm done with you."

The game was on then and your bottoms were across the room before you could finish another thought. Dressed with nearly nothing made you feel a little wave of life down below but you came to the conclusion to begin ignoring it as to not give her the satisfaction that you were enjoying this.

That was short lived though, a tiny breath following that shook slightly when your underwear were peeled away and you could feel the air against your cunt.

But that was all it took for her to be invested in gaining more from you. Her stare fixated on the way you flickered back and forth from the television to her, though you'd been trying not to be too obvious, that failed.

"Fuck, this... if I could see one last thing before I die, it would so be this." You felt yourself blushing again, Chloe only able to see your flustered state when you brought that shy smile on your mouth and couldn't contain it any other way than hiding it.

"Shut up." You teased, almost begging. Her laughter intoxicating, swirling around the room, following her as she leaned down closer to the area that slowly felt more and more uncomfortable the hornier you began to get. Pulsating and throbbing to the point where you wanted to buck your hips right into her mouth.

But you also knew that she wanted that as well.

"Not taking that back." She commented, meeting your gaze while moving close, her tongue poking out just enough to kitten lick your clit. You couldn't even respond, the action repeating itself again and again while you finally gave in. A soft sound erupting from your throat, though not loud, Chloe enjoyed it.

Her fingers dug into your skin which melded to her touch, and she took that as an invitation. Grabbing all that she could which had much choice in where, you had much to hold and in turn, much to love.

"H-how's the taste test?" She heard you whimper, a little giggle following afterwards from your own amusement. "Really good... gonna need more to give it a rating though."

She pushed back against you, tongue delving into your hole before you got a chance to say another word.

Soon enough you were in your own little world, eyes fluttering shut as you absentmindedly jerked to meet her. Grinding against her, chasing your high that was starting to match your pace.

You could feel nothing but her, straining your body to get as close to her as physically possible.

"Fuck- fuck Chloe- please- please don't stop-" And she wasn't planning on it, fingertips teasing your clit and her tongue did your entrance. It felt like you were on fire, just like every other time, yet the feeling never extinguished.

"I'm- I'm- oh shit- fuck-" You came barreling towards the edge, head falling back as you came against your girlfriend, shaky breaths and quiet cries following with.

Her mouth continued its act while you trembled and began pushing her away, the feeling too much and too tingly to handle.

"Fuck.." She muttered, wiping her mouth.

You waited in the quiet of the room for any other sign of life from her, covering your eyes with your forearm as you calmed yourself. Feeling her caressing your legs and lower belly.

"Ten out of ten." You erupted into chuckles, peeking at her while shaking your head. "I hate you so much Chloe Price." "As long as you let me do that for fucking ever, I don't even care."