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xxchthonicreaturexx · 1 year

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Hey I heard you write dark themes so I was wondering if you could write what would the Greasers (Tim & Curly too) be if they found out there partner used to/still SH. You don't have to and that's completely fine I just never seen one and I think that's a topic I would like to see someone else's opinion on. :)

No problem at all :) I too want some darker themes in the fandom lol

ALSO to anyone struggling with this; You aren't alone <3 as someone that has too struggled with sh, you're more than welcome here.

Ahhh- why is Tim's so much longer than everyone else's 😭🙏 anyways normal headcannons might not be as long as this fie the characters, but I do feel strongly about mental health and stuff like this, so that's why there's kinda more detail than just a bullet pointed list.

Trigger Warning: S3lf harm/ scãrring.

TIM SHEPARD

Well, starting off, I feel like Tim would be the best with finding out out of all of the boys? Would he be slightly upset though? Absolutely.

If you watch the series you'll see that though Tim can be a royal asshole and kinda cocky, he actually is pretty wise and cares about others. When finding out his s/o self harmed, however, I feel like he'd be kinda quiet.

The night could be going by like normal, he and Curly fight a bit, s/o is helping do dishes after their crappy "family dinner". S/o's sleeves get pushed a little too far up while rinsing off some dishes, or maybe he's visiting you at work and he sees the pant leg of your pants move up a little too far while you're rushing to grab something from the other side of the building. Whatever it is, he won't immediately say anything.

I feel Tim will let it fester. Not enough to where he's avoiding it, but kinda like- if he sees it once, he wants to try and see it again, or mention it to see how you'd react before outright asking you. Remember, Tim isn't the softest guy either, but he's trying.

When asking you about it, it's probably at night. Curly and Angela are either out at a friend's or in their own rooms and you and Tim are probably on the couch for your sacred nightly cuddle session. His arm is around your shoulders and suddenly he couldn't care less about the stupid black and white tv.

"Listen, babydoll." he'd start, shifting so your bodies were facing each other and you were looking at him instead of the screen.

"I don't cry. Haven't since I was real young. I don't cry but I found other ways to cope with when times are hard. There's a difference between good and bad coping though, you got that?" He'd ask you, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles, something he'd rarely do, but nevertheless it was comforting.

"I know that line can be blurry sometimes, but you're not alone, yeah?" He never outright told you how he knew, or outright asked you to stop, but even if Tim's a cocky asshole, he's very attentive to his s/o. If something seems remotely wrong or if he sees any new marks he's sure to give his partner his own way of comforting them.

Curly Shepard

Ahhhh Curly. He's so alike Tim, and yet so different at the same time. Where Tim doesn't outright confront you and casually just tells you that he's there, Curly is not as shy about it.

Honestly, I could see his dumbass being like "Hey, where'd you get those cool scars, baby?" And just cue him waiting for some entertaining story while you facepalm.

Though, yes, he most definitely would say something dumb like that, he's also not entirely oblivious. If your scars were in a mess common area or weren't somehow a pattern, he'd ask where they came from, but if for example you had a row of scars on your wrist or arms, and it was much more obvious than the sneaky ones, he's would catch on.

Unlike his brother, Curly would probably grab your wrist the first time he saw them. Grab your arm, rug your sleeve up and clench his jaw as he tried to find the right words. He's pissed. Not at you, but who or whatever made you feel like you had to do this. He'll curse a few times and probably ask you who made you do it. He'd be an angry little whiney boy for a while but after cooling off he'd probably coddle you. Cuddles and soft affirmations, hair stroking and the softest neck and shoulder kisses you've ever felt.

Despite wanting to look just as tough and badass as his brother and Dally, I could also see him as the type of person to ask if he can doodle over the scars. Cute little pastime of his, as also his way to show you that even if you have scars, he still finds them valuable.

If you or anyone mentions it though, he'll throw a huge fit. 🙄

Darry Curtis

HA. You think he's not going to yell at you? Oh no, sweetie, he's yelling. He may not yell at you as much as he does the boys, but he's yelling. The moment there's tears though, he's tearing himself apart.

It truly is out of concern though. This dude has lost so much already and is constantly reminded that he could lose his brothers at any moment if one of them does something too reckless, but now add into the mix you? It breaks Darry's heart. He can't stand the thought of losing you, and ESPECIALLY doesnt want to imagine what happened to make you so sad that you'd turn to a blade, or to whatever you used.

His strong hands would no longer gently rub your sides anymore while cuddling in his chair, but rather, they'd trace over your scars mindlessly as he read the paper. After the yelling, he'd basically get down into his knees for you to not harm yourself anymore. He's apologizing profusely for his volume and harshness, but at the same time he's hoping you understood just how important the topic was to him while doing so.

He's not the best with emotions. Much better at them then Tim or Dallas, but he's more awkward with them. He'll hold you if you cry though, and will make sure to check up on you much more often. Expect more late night sentimental chats and slow dancing to Elvis while everyone else is sleeping.

Sodapop Curtis.

Well...Soda is pretty good at keeping his real emotions hidden. He's the happiest greaser on the surface but in actuality he's hurting just as much as anyone else. He's no stranger to self punishment. He doesn't self harm, but he's familiar with the concept and would sometimes sabotage his relationship with girls for the sake of him not feeling good enough.

Like I said, Soda doesn't self harm physically, but he's familiar with the concept. That being said, I feel he'd be pretty upfront and open about it. He's a sensitive guy and of course he'd shed a few tears, because let's face it, he's terrified once he finds out, but he's one of the best ones in the group for a self harming s/o.

He won't make them talk about it, but he will. It could be a late night drive, or even a sleepover where Pony took the couch so s/o could sleep with loverboy. He'd graze his lips against s/o's ear as he whispered sweet nothings and would tell them stories about how he would sabotage himself for the hell of it sometimes. He'd kiss their knuckles and try not to cry as they tell them that they don't have to be alone. Hell, ESPECIALLY if s/o is the type of self harmer that's usually pretty happy on the outside.

"Angel, I don't want you to harm your beautiful skin like this, okay? If you feel the urge to hurt something take it out on me, okay? I can take it for you." You'd probably never harm Soda in any shape or form, but he still offers it because he's trying. Not always the brightest, but he's trying for you <3

Ponyboy Curtis.

I'm not even saying this to be funny, but I genuinely feel like his next creative writing assignment will be based on it. PoneMcbone here will write this beautiful little short story with just enough of a dark undertone that gets him an A, and also helps him cope with finding out.

It's cannon that writing comes naturally to Pony, and it's his escape. Once he finds out that you've self harmed, he's not sure how exactly to react. In fact, you'll probably have to mention it a few times to get a real serious talk out of him. That's not to say he doesn't care, but he's just not used to the idea. He cares, he really does, but he can be slightly insensitive.

"Why would you do it if it hurts?" Gee, thanks Pony. Great with words. Uh, yeah, he'll be a bit blunt, but he'll probably ask you some questions about it. I feel like he'd be much more interested in trying to figure out the psychology behind it and how it helps you, but in the end if it was a big problem or if he ever found new scars, he'd probably write little compliments over them. Also, with how strangely pretty his handwriting is, you've thought about getting some tattooed over the scars.

Perfect little snippets of poetry on your scars, reminding you that no matter the scar or the history that you're still beautiful and Ponyboy still loves you.

He probably reads you some of his stories while you lay with each other and makes a specific one for days particularly bad for you. Has all of this cool symbolism and shit and it's just so wholesome despite him being horrible at outright comforting you.

Steve Randle

I'm going to be so deadass right now, I kinda wanted to skip Steve. I feel like I just can't grasp his personality down enough. Like, watching the series has made me better understand these characters so much better, but I feel like Steve is one of the most... misunderstood characters? That doesn't seem like the right word but we'll go with it.

I feel like Steve would be a bit pissed off about it. He wouldn't yell, but he'd be slightly passive aggressive. He's kinda an angry dude however, the series portrays him to be more so protective and slightly territorial??? Like- I think if he saw or found out you self harmed he'd almost treat it like you're sick. Like you aren't allowed to clean or work too hard after he finds out or he's kinda pissy. He's definitely to type to rub lotion into your scars though as a way of helping you "heal". Probably is one of the very few that takes the time to research how to help. And like hell is he asking Ponyboy. Ponyboy doesn't know shit anyways-

If your friends knew I think it'd be a bit iffy with that too. If your friends made a comment about the scars or a joke he didn't find funny, you'd probably have to distract him or make it clear that you didn't mind. He's probably the most likely to carry you though as a form of comfort. Like, carrying you like a baby and rocking type shit. Might be embarrassing if anyone walked in, but low-key I feel like he'd be pretty good at that shit 👍

Two-bit Matthews

Similar to Sodapop, Two also wears a metaphorical mask. Although he's the funniest in the group and never turns down a good time, he knows the hurt. Twobit himself self harms similar to Sodapop. It's a more emotional harming than physical. He would screw something up just for some shits and giggles to make jokes and would drink away his feelings.

Honestly, I could see Two offering you some drinks instead of harming. It probably wouldn't help much and may even create an alcoholic, but he's trying. No, he's not shitfaced all the time, but he does rely on a decent buzz somedays. If he found out while he wasn't completely sober he'd probably not take it as seriously. Twobit is Twobit. He'd probably make some jokes that may be slightly insensitive but that's more so to keep himself from being upset by finding out. If he's sober however, and he finds out, he's much more gentle about it. He may still make a joke here and there while he closely examines some of your scars, but it's more so little encouraging quips and little sympathy jokes to try and get you to smile for him.

He doesn't want to see you sad, as what keeps him going is your laughter and encouragement, so if he sees you down he's definitely a bit rocky himself.

Overall, i feel like he'd try not to mention it a whole lot. If you needed it, he'd be there for comfort, but he wouldn't usually be the first to mention it. Jokes are another coping method for him most definitely, but he'd only ever joke about self harm if you did it first. Kind of his way of being reassured that it's not a sensitive topic and he's able to make light of it.

Dallas Winston

"Don't be like me, doll. You knock this shit off before it eats at you and you aren't able to walk away alive." As tough as Dally is, he's kinda emo. (I'm so sorry-)

Dally's been around. He's seen shit, he's done shit, he's been through hell and back basically. He pretends he doesn't care, but in reality he's still a hurting little boy that needs a home. When he sees the scars it's almost an immediate game changer. He somehow feels more connected to you? That's not to say go hurt yourself to get closer to him emotionally, but in a strange way it somehow comforts him too. He's not alone and you understand.

You two comfort each other. Dally's self harmed like any other and tried almost everything in the book. The moment he sees you scars though, he seems pissed. Lights a cigarette and blows the smoke in your face to purposely annoy you while he tries to calm down. He doesn't want to yell or scare you, that's not what you need, but Dally hated being sentimental and was absolutely shit at speaking about his feelings. After he smoked his stick though, he would force you to look at him by grabbing your chin.

"I'm only saying this once so pay close attention." He'd start, flicking his cigarette off to the side, "You want something to hurt, hurt me. I can take it. But if I ever catch you hurting yourself again, I'll kill you, you got that, doll?" Unlike Soda's attempt to make you feel better, Dally actually means that. He truly would rather you hurt him than yourself, but perhaps that's how you both begin to heal together.

Johnny Cade

You're sitting in the lot, hand in hand, looking at the stars. Johnny's jean jacket hung around your shoulders and you guys are talking quietly amongst yourselves. What's being said? Johnny trying not to cry and telling you he understands.

Johnny doesn't want you to self harm. No way in hell does he want that, but he's actually one of the few boys that won't ask you to stop. Rather than begging for you to stop he just hugs you and tells you he gets it. And he does. He's not as big on self harm as Dallas, but he has thought about suicide before. He's no stranger to it and makes it known that he's got you. Does he cry? A little, yeah. He cares a lot about you, but he has full faith that you'll be okay.

He'll probably ask Dally about it to be honest. Being close with Dally means Johnny knows about his issues, and who better to ask for advice than from someone who's went through it all? Dally, though not the best help, does give Johnny a few good ideas for some alternatives. Johnny would be the one to give you rubber bands for snapping on your wrist only to kiss the same spots you snap whenever you're sharing cute little moments together. He knows that it's hard to stop coping with hard things once you find a method you like to use, but he's all for trying to shift you to a healthier one.

In all, Johnny is probably the most patient one. He and Tim are only ones that are comforting and yet calm about it. They know it may take time to get out of bad habits, but they're there for it every step of the way. Unlike Tim though, Johnny is much better at talking about it and much prefers you venting at him about your issues and feelings than harming.

#trigger warning sh #the outsiders #that was then this is nows #curly shepard #tim shepard #x reader #Request #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #Dallas Winston #steve randle #sodapop curtis #Darry curtis #two bit mathews

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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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Incoming Naruto thirst…

Now, I don’t think he has a Daddy KINK, per se. however, we all know that underneath that golden sunshine boy is a man who LOVES his control. Especially when that control leads to his partner writhing around underneath him while he obliterates their mind.

So, naturally, when he comes across a partner who is into that and uses it for the first time, what do you think he’d do? Blush like crazy? Kind of… like it?

the first paragraph is giving me comfort character!naru vibes, haha!! [btw, i wrote this for a fem!reader like i always do. hope you don't mind, anon.]

thoughts under the cut, 'cause this is nsfw, obv!!

well, for the first time, i can see him blushing right to the tips of his ears and kind of chuckling sheepishly when reader does that little wiggle of need underneath him. like, the way he'd be able to feel your tiny hole tighten around him instantly, even if he gives you just the tip of his cock, the way your voice turns sort of breathless and laced with tiny gasps and mewls as you literally try to suck him in - all of that. all of it is so peculiar that he can feel his heart racing with excitement.

he's wanted. truly desired.

the eagerness he feels makes him pull back slightly so that he can see what you'll do, and now he can see how the thin, sticky string of arousal glimmers as it connects him to you, and the way you tremble and spread your legs for him even farther when he rubs the slick all over your clit; nudging your sensitive spot. your whine of his name gets him going. makes him do it again.

and it's how you're clearly willing to do anything for him if it means that he'll give it to you in the end, that makes his blood grow hot and makes him understand that he might be a dom. how he enjoys the fact that he has complete control over your actions during the entire time you spend naked in bed. how he likes seeing you act so desperate because your brain has gone dumb from being so thirsty for his cock.

the blatant need you exhibit for him makes him want to prolong this, so that he can bask in the glow of attention and adoration for just a while longer.

so he starts by asking you politely, somewhat breathlessly, to hold your legs close to your chest and keep them splayed wide apart if you can, so that he can see his dick slowly starting to slide into that cute, eager cunt of yours. so that he can watch how the milkish-white arousal coats his skin and how puffy your pussy is as it accepts him without any sort of protest.

truthfully, he feels a bit weird and insecure ordering you around like this, but the way you instantly comply with a quiet whine makes prideful satisfaction roar inside his chest.

so he starts asking/demanding for more.

he tells you to answer him if it feels good when he bottoms out balls deep inside you with a harsh, wet smack! that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head and your mouth salivate. he can literally see the bulge in your belly; can feel the hardness underneath as he runs his fingers over it.

and when your lips part, that sob of a moan leaving you as you splutter out a needy: "yes, yes...! feels s'good, naru. i love it s'much!" he knows that he's won. that the reins are in his hands, and his hands alone.

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btw, hokage naruto definitely has a daddy kink, and you can't tell me otherwise. 😝

#naruto smut #biscuit drabbles

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tabitha2 · 2 years

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You used to see a girl like this and get like wet and bothered imagining fucking her… but now that Miss Chantelle has brought out the true bimbo in you all you are thinking about is just how much you want to be dressed just like this offering your fine big Black ass to a real man!!! With that tight asshole you know he gonna ream out work deep ruin up fuck you till u kant shit—

You nasty honey but you His kinda nasty now.

Being noticed is nice & gives you value. Male attention is your value. Your tits are your worth. You need to be seen. You need a Man to see u. You can’t stop showing off. Showing yourself.

it’s nice to not have to worry, but to just try to look hot and sexy… to be hot and sexy all the time. Showing yourself to be just a brainless Black girl. Because ok, thinking can be a chore sometimes. And it sure as shit be easier to let someone else decide.

Showing yourself to be just a fun kinda dumb Black girl who don’t gotta worry about anything

Just a busty brainless Black girl, a bimbo

the girl of your dreams who’s only attracted to Men.

Wait, whose dreams ? HIS. Cause you know He is all that counts in your new pretty little head that can’t count for shit.

In this hot soft wet Black straight female girl body that belongs to Him yr Daddy yr Master.

Not thinking really just feeling

YES, I want my orgasm belong to HIM! MMM.. all those Hands.. groping! COCKS cumming in and on me.. soo good.. more and more cum.. Super Attractive Slutty whore looks so hot getting wrecked by meaty real Penis !!! Beg u plz biggy

They can look but they can’t touch, can they ? Everything for husband the master your owner

Nothing is hotter than smiles and confidence. You disposable country-grown cunts dunno. Daddy’s cock-hungry fuckhole is always ready to serve. Down on my fours giving that face. The default look that naturally looks perfect on a slut just happens to be the perfect position to face fuck it in. N i luv a good face fuck.

Getting your face fucked 24/7 on the regular (it’s just the kinda life u live lead love it’s just how u are kept led taken used) (U luv being a usual regular ordinary super hot facefuck)

I’m a Big cock addict Black Cock slut. I want my boobs to be enormous and my lips to be puffier. There should be no doubt what i am here for. I’m a Big cock addict ! Im a dumb Black slut. I’m a Cock slut who loves white Cock best. And I’m addicted to Cock with huge boobs and fat lips

dummy drooly puffy princess pillow lips. Phat blunt-smoking lips.

I’m just a girl and Daddy makes all the hard choices for me so i can focus on being a perfect little hot dumb Black Barbie with the best tits

stupid stacked leaky puff-nip plastic porno tits

think for me. give me opinions and present them like they’re my own. convince me that i came up with your thoughts. keep my mind turned off at all times, even if it thinks it’s on

And you know you believe His thoughts in u.

Black girls are beautiful Beautiful and superior made to be worshipped by inferior white sluts

Accepting all Daddy’s corrections to cum out

perfectly pretty sexy slutty stupid straight Black stripper girl who is Addicted to Cock and weed

and you can hear your mama Chantelle telling u

"You should have started sucking cocks sooner. You need to be on your knees, it's where you belong. You're missing out. Head out there, get on your knees where you belong. Life gets better once you start sucking cock. Don't be a prude. Just do it. Don’t be a bitch. Just suck it. You need cock on your lips. You need to be full of dick. You can't stop thinking about it. You LOVE to worship the Big. Beautiful. Cock."

U get it ? Sure u do. All girls get it; when will u. Clarity n acceptance will make yr dum lil life 1000x better. U jus a hot dum Black chick — shit. U clear on this ? U betta accept it, Tera. U hot. U dum. U fun. & u love Guys. U only gonna get with guys, cos u need Cock. And u need 2b wha they made u : busty. Boy-crazy. Braless. Brainless. Bimbo. Black. & Beautiful.

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rockyspotwrites · 2 years

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Luffy allowed Shanks to drag him on board the Red Force, as the ship cheerfully - if warily - greeted him. He didn't know why this was such a big deal to his brother. It wasn't to him, not anymore.

Yes it was. It always would be.

He didn't quite know what to do when they made it to the Captain's quarters and he was plopped into the bed, Shanks sitting across from him, just staring at him in silence as if he could properly read his mind.

"So -"

"You never told them about your real devil fruit?" Shanks blurted, face twisting a bit. "They're gonna think you lied to 'em for fun when they find out!"

Luffy's own face scrunched up as he took off his sandals and crossed his legs, hands going to hold his ankles. "They don't gotta know when I don't plan on anythin' happening to reveal it." He puffed, sounding more like a scolded child than an adult. "Dawn's quiet. Nothin' much happens here, so all they gotta know issat I'm made of rubber. Nothin' else. Nika ain't gonna come out."

"You don't know that for sure, though." Shanks countered, kicking his shoes off and bringing his legs up the same. It reminded Luffy of when the Klondikes would visit the Rogers and he'd get pulled into the cabin boys' room to chatter about this and that. "You don't got future sight, Luf. You don't have any clue what's gonna end up happenin', and you know you don't, so why haven't you ever told 'em? Any of 'em? They won't know how - how to help when it happens."

And that just had to remind Luffy that Shanks saw him when it had happened the first time, when the Klondikes barely got him to the Oro's bigger infirmary in time for Crocus and Mira to hold him together, his devil fruit awakening too much for his body at the time. It would still be too much at his age now, he's sure, but... But he hadn't used it to that extent since to be sure. To know whether his hair would be bleached ghost white for weeks after, or if wounds that Nika healed would reopen once more when he receded, or if the sight of white clouds in the sky would lead to panic attacks until the memory could drift far enough away that something else could replace it.

The guilt that he felt back when he had first reawoken after the awakening rose up in his chest and he trained his eyes on his hands. "It won't be the same thing even if it does happen." It was a weak argument, and both of them knew it. "I'll do what it takes to protect my boys, but I won't ever resort to calling on him unless I don't have any other choice."

"You can't jus' say that like, like, you don't care!" Shanks' voice cut through the still cabin air, and suddenly hands were in the collar of his shirt, dragging him and his attention forward. "You have to care about this, Luffy! You have to know that this is too big to keep to yourself! That you could end up leavin' those boys with no one, or, or, or only Garp if somethin' went wrong and you decided to keep playin' dumb!"

Seeing tears starting to well up in Shanks' eyes made Luffy almost want to give in, but the fire that he got from his father flared up in a way he'd trained it down from. Grabbing Shanks' wrists, he ripped his hands off of his collar and slammed him backwards, nearly making him fall onto the ground as Luffy put one foot on the ground and kept one leg on the bed. "Oh, you think you know anythin' about me or those boys?" He spat with misplaced venom, fists clenched at his sides, "I'm tryin' to keep from gettin' the World Government interested in Dawn if someone jus' so happened to hear about Nika! Tryin' to keep away from a Buster! Nika - Nika is what they want to control, Shanks, and I refuse to be under their thumb or for my people to come at risk because of me!"

Even though his eyes were still dry, grief tore through him like a wild beast as Shanks stared up at him with his mouth agape. "I don't want to leave those boys like Roger left us! I don't wanna drag 'em into the shit you were dragged into! I want them to have a choice in their lives!" His voice was starting to crack with just how loud and how hard he was yelling, a fist coming to hold the front of his shirt and put some physical pressure on his skin. "I'm their uncle, and I've already failed more an' enough already by not bein' able to be a ma or pop for them! I don't need anyone knowin' about me, not when it can hurt them! I won't be the reason they get slaughtered!"

With that, he stormed to the door and slammed it shut behind him, ignoring Shanks' panicked calls and stumbling footsteps after a few moments. He knew he needed to cool down, needed to get out of his head to avoid hurting anyone, whether it be Shanks or one of the boys. He hated this side to him, hated that he still hasn't been able to stomp it out after all these years. He took every odd turn through Foosha he could and didn't bother trying to find a path in the forest as he ran through like the other Kings, following his memory to the clearing Garp would have him train at before they moved onto a navy base.

He'd very clearly lost anyone trailing him by the time he'd slid to a stop, only night birds and crickets and the occasional tree frog to be heard as he stared up at the stars, puffing a little. His mind chose to supply what the boys had said to him a couple months back - that he couldn't take anyone in a fight, not now, except it was played like a taunt and it fueled the burning under his skin in a way that led him to slamming a haki-coated fist into the boulder Garp always tried to get him to break.

It shattered into rubble and he let out a growl-sob-scream and threw a kick at one of the trees nearby, effectively felling it with no trouble. He could almost hear Rouge gently telling him to calm down, that breaking things isn't how problems are solved, but she wasn't there and he missed her and he missed Roger and he just hurt.

He continued until the sun was approaching the horizon with pinks and reds painting the skies and the clearing was thoroughly expanded, probably in the same way his father had created it. He laid on his back in the center, huffing and fighting back the tears that finally began forming with the anger dying down, rubbing his face and ignoring how the snot and the sweat and the tears burnt wounds from him giving up using haki and simply using regular hits. He knew he was a pitiful sight but he hadn't gotten that riled up since he'd been sailing with the Klondikes and he just... Didn't know what to do. Not this time.

So he let himself break a little.

He should have known better, really.

Especially when he stayed out so long without updating his boys.

Though that thought only occurred to him when a breathless and shocked voice cut through the now-silent forest.

"What... happened?"

#portgas d luffy au #monkey d. luffy #shanks #shanks one piece #one piece #op

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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If you are still taking requests, I love me some fucky villian noncon. What about Dabi or Shigaraki kidnapping a hero’s gf/wife and sending the hero a tape of their fun playtime together.

you said Dabi or Shigs but like...

Why not both?

It’ll be a handful (by handful I mean 20-30 files) of short clips, nothing too long.

Shigaraki holding the camera while Dabi makes you sit on his face, stapled hands clamped on your thighs and forcing you to ride his mouth. Dabi thinks it’s cute how whiny and trembly and weak you are, begging to lay down or have a break. If your hands weren’t tied with a cute pink ribbon and fastened to the headboard, you’d be pulling at Dabi’s hair, trying to get his tongue away from your throbbing, puffy little overworked hole.

You can’t hold yourself up! Collapsing forward puts you embarrassingly close to Dabi’s naked cock, but you’re so tired and shaky that it’s impossible to do anything but pant all hot nd wet against Dabi’s stomach. The scarred man mumbles something about how he could cum just like that, with you breathin towards his cock, but all you feel is the movement of lips and the vibration of words and you’re gone.

The sound of Shigaraki fisting his cock is clear over the snickering and derogatory commentary he’s offering, zooming in on the tongue working between your legs as you shake and cry. He sounds so pleased and proud, a cute little hero wife getting soiled and ravaged by two nasty villains. You’ll never be the same, you’re dirty now.

The next clip is of Shigaraki fucking you, your legs tied to a spreader bar. Greasy white hair swings back and forth over your face as the man grunts, fucking into you with quick fast strokes. He has to keep pulling out to work his cock through your folds to stop himself from cumming too soon. Plus, it’s fun to hear you squeak when the tip of his cock nudges against your clit.

They won’t give you the mercy of a gag to help you retain your dignity. No, all of your noises are heard, from when they’re hesitant to when they’re completely fucked out, sounding like you’re starring in a cheesy porn.

The videos that follow focus heavily on your body.

Specifically, what your body looks likes with cum all over it.

How engorged and red your clit looks, cum seeping from your pussy and trickling down to your ass. Shigaraki holds your legs apart while Dabi uses one hand to spread your folds, the other hand working the camera. They want to show off how messy you get.

With cum all over your face, instructed to open your mouth and stick out your tongue, creamy, translucent threads webbing in your hair and across your cheeks, striping your nose and dripping off your eyelashes.

Shigaraki likes rubbing all the cum into your skin, shooting his load onto your belly or your tits just so Dabi can film him massaging it until you’re sticky and gross all over. You complain and beg and reason, try to understand why they're doing this, but neither man cares about the words coming out of your mouth. It gets annoying after a while, so a couple of the clips show you getting your throat stuffed full of dick before the go back to Shigaraki gleefully putting his grimy little hands all over your body.

A lot of the clips are utterly humiliating, the boys forcing you into compromising positions.

Having you lay down on the bed and hold a wand to your own pussy with one hand while using the other to jack off Dabi’s cock into your open mouth. If the wand drops away, Dabi skull-fucks you, drool everywhere, lots of choking, pain, and tears. You make sure the wand stays firmly whirring against your skin, even after it hurts because you can’t stop gushing around it and your muscles are tired.

They fuck you up against windows, one of them filming your body getting rocked back and forth against the glass, tits squished, legs shaking as you get pounded to tears.

You get dressed in cutesy lingerie, but they’ve modified it, cut holes for your nipples and a little slit in your panties so they can slide their cock right up into your cunt like that's what you were made for.

But other times, you’re forced into a tight pair of stockings, forced to face the camera and clench your legs together so Dabi can fuck between your thighs, let the seam of your stockings rub against the top of his dick and subsequently, your cunt. Listen to you whimper and complain that you don’t want to do this until Dabi presses his cock to your hole through the stockings, seeing how far he can push the sheer fabric before it breaks and snaps against your cunt.

The last clip is the longest, more than two hours of footage.

It starts out in a dim room, shows you already stripped naked and on a bed with Shigaraki. You’re begging him, sitting on your heels in front of him as he holds your hands. You aren’t trying to pull your hands away, not towards yourself, but you’re trying to pull them towards his cock, and Shigaraki won’t let you.

It’s unclear whether they’ve drugged you or not.

The camera adjusts a bit, and then Dabi’s walking into the frame and towards the both of you. Immediately, your attention turns to him and his nudity, almost tripping over yourself as you tear away from Shigaraki to meet Dabi at the edge of the bed.

You’re almost crying, a hand dipping between your legs for you to hump against as you tearfully ask Dabi if you can ride him. If he’ll let you use his big cock so you can fuck yourself real good, until you feel all tingly and nice and fuzzy. Shigaraki’s being so mean, not letting you touch him!

Dabi laughs, catches your face in his hands and plan ts a kiss on your nose before saying yes. He barely gets himself situated on the bed before you’re pouncing on him, spreading your legs like a little breeding whore and sinking down on him with the sweetest look of ecstasy on your face - mouth open, eyes half rolled back into your head, cheeks flushed.

Shigaraki sits up so he can lean over and shove his hand up against where you’re fucking yourself on Dabi’s cock. The camera doesn’t really pick it up, but it’s clear by the way you jump and squeal and giggle that Shigaraki is doing something you like, moving his hand back and forth.

They start laying out the rest of their plans for the day, how it involves lazing around in bed and letting you fuck yourself dumb. Dabi even has Viagra in case you grow too insatiable.

At some point, they talk about how they're both going to fuck your pretty little cunt, and you cum right then and there, moaning high and girlish as your body looses itself.

It’s only four minutes into the video.

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lucky-peoqle · 3 years

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reunions and beloveds | c!wilbur soot

requested ? : yes !!

“c!revivedbur finding reader after asking tommy about them and just fluff and happy reunion :]”

pairing : c!revivedbur x reader (gender neutral)

warnings : swearing, fundy is mentioned a lot.

a/n : okay, so in this everyone is like their skins or the fanon hcs. like ranboo is an enderboy n tubbo has lil horns !! finally back to writing !! i’ve been in a weird funk abt writing so sorry about that ! all i gotta say is revivebur my beloved <3

he was alive.

wilbur soot was alive and breathing.

he didn’t know how, but he was.

all he could remember was dream dropping off a version of him, the version of him looked …. discolored and his face burning as tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and wilbur leaving him behind.

he look around his surroundings. ‘what the fuck is this,’ the man thought, looking at the alter type thing in front of him.

“oh fuck…,” he heard from behind him.

he turned, recognizing the voice. the corner of wilbur’s mouth twitched into a smirk.

“oh hello again.”

“awe fuck you,” the blonde boy said.

“really tommy? that’s all i get? come on! i’m alive for crying out loud! tommy, i have a second chance at life,” he somewhat shouted, laughing.

“calm yourself wilbur- here have some blue,” tommy threw it in his direction, hoping he’d catch it.

“don’t give me that shit-,” he said, walking away, looking out at what use to be l’manburg.

“oh shit,” he laughed, “oh fuck! did i do this?”

“yes!” tommy shouted angrily, “this is yours, take it,” he said, handing wilbur the lead to friend.

“no it’s not, who the fuck is that?”

“i- it’s friend?”

he ignored him, obviously not interested in the sheep. tommy sighed defeated, “at least take your sword.”

wilbur took his sword from him gratefully, he looked back down at…. l’manburg, looking at a certain goat boy and…. enderboy?

“tubbo! my man! look at you! aren’t you the president of this place? you don’t look very president-like,” wilbur laughed, walking down to the boy, ruffling his hair, careful not to hit tubbo’s small horns.

“well…. thing’s have certainly changed,” tubbo nervously laughed, fixing his hair.

“and who’s this? ronbow… ronboo?”

“that’s ranboo to you, pal,” tommy said defensively behind him, a scoff escaping him.

“ah okay, ranboo, hello!”

“yeah, um… hi?” ranboo said, somewhat awkwardly.

“wilbur, what did you do to ghostbur,” tommy demanded, “is he still in there or?”

“who? oh, ghostbur. i know him, yes. the discolored guy who looks like me. he’s stuck in my limbo now,” he chuckled.

“what do you mean?”

“my limbo is a train station, tommy. a never ending train station. finally, a train came, you know who was in that train? ghostbur and dream! he dropped off ghostbur and brought me here!”

“….dream?” tommy let out.

“dream! dream my hero!”

“… your- your hero!? that’s bullshit!”

“wait- wait! the memories are coming back! ghostbur lived in the sewer, it’s down here!” wilbur started to move down, but abruptly stopped once he remembered something very important.

how could he forget?

how could he forget his own damn significant other?

he needed to see them. now.

he wondered how they were doing. god, how he missed them.

their touch, their hugs, their kisses, their everything.

he turned to tommy, a look in his eye the blonde couldn’t recognize.

“what now wilbur?”

“where’s y/n?”

tommy let out a chuckle, “i’m not taking you to them, you hurt them enough.”

“tommy, you have to take me to them.”

“i won’t! you don’t deserve to see them after what you made them go through!”

“fine. i’ll just kill you then,” he said, lifting up his sword.

“WHAT? okay! FINE,” tommy said frantically, “just put down your sword!”

“good, you lead the way.”

so, tommy and wilbur said their goodbyes to ranboo and tubbo and set off.

y/n was settled in wilbur and their’s shared home. it was big enough for the both of them, very cozy.

a small cottage for the both of them, one bathroom, a kitchen, a living space to sit by the fire, dining era, two bedrooms, one for the two of you and what use to be fundy’s room.

fundy had been visiting you since wilbur had died, since he had always seen you as a motherly figure, since he grew up around you of course.

wilbur would have to visit fundy after his visit with you, even if fundy didn’t want to see him.

tommy and wilbur were now in front of the cottage he knew all too well. the flowers outside vibrant and colorful.

the lights of the cottage were on, the smell of baked goods coming from the open windows.

“are you ready?” tommy whispered to him.

“of course i am,” wilbur said, walking up to the door and opening it, walking inside.

“tommy? is that you? or is it fundy? i thought you were coming tomorrow? or is it… ghostbur?”

wilbur rolled his eyes at the mention of ghostbur, he walked into the kitchen, tommy following close behind.

“hello darling,” he said.

y/n whipped around, her eyes looking the man in front of her up and down.

“w…. wilbur?”

“did you miss me?”

they nodded, “of course! you just scared me, i thought you were fundy,” they giggled.

god, did he miss that sound.

“you also thought i was tommy and ghostbur apparently,” he smiled.

“oh shut up,” she said, “but um… how are you even…. alive?”

“dream, but i don’t want to explain it right now, i just want to enjoy your company.”

you nodded, walking up to him and holding his face in your hands.

“i like the hair,” they chuckled, running their fingers through his white streak.

he laughed, “really? i thought you would think i look dumb.”

“you know i wouldn’t,” they smiled, they noticed tommy awkwardly standing they.

“tommy help yourself to whatever you want, i just made cookies,” they pointed at the window where the cookies were chilling.

tommy thanked them and went off to the cookies.

they turned their attention back to wilbur, taking a good look at him before tearing up.

“oh darling, don’t cry please,” he said, wrapping them in his arms.

“i just missed you so much, i can’t believe you’re here,” they let out at sob.

wilbur held them for a little bit longer before pulling away and holding their face in his large, calloused hands.

they leaned into his touch as he wiped their tears away.

“i am never leaving you again, okay sweetheart?” wilbur continued, “through fire and ice, i am never leaving you, i promise.”

they nodded, a smile on their face, “i love you so much.”

“i love you more,” wilbur chuckled before pulling them into a long awaited kiss.

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blkchxrryblyss · 2 years

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Hi love ❤️ how are you ? I’ve been missing you 🥺

Might I make a request ? I’d like some some Upperclassman!Shoto that’s soft and sweet and so “dumb” and charming when he comes in for tutoring from the cute . nerdy, Sophmore in his Bio class? Maybe she’s getting a little flustered when he sits so close or he pushes a faux loc behind her ear because it’s easier to understand when he can see her pretty face. 👉🏾👈🏾

Hi honey! I've been good and all you gotta do is text me🥰

•••••

But Upperclassman!Shoto is a yes.

I can see him being such a charming sweetheart to everyone. Always being so nice and really giving the whole "dumb" act justice. He pulls the act off so well and has basically used it to his advantage. And then he starts to notice you. The smart, cute, nerdy sophomore in his Bio class never got a bad grade. He finds you so pretty and you looked soft and smooth. He admired your long faux locs, always styled half-up in a bun and half down hitting your butt, your glasses resting on your nose, your cute little skirt contrasting the big crewneck that covered your top. He thinks you are perfect and instantly wants to get close to you. So he purposely failed two big assignments so the professor could practically push you right in his arms.

When you found out you would be tutoring the Shoto Todoroki, aka your biggest crush, your heart practically fell to your ass. He's never needed tutoring in this class before so why now? And why you?

“ You will be Todoroki’s tutor starting tomorrow.”

“U-ummm, w-what? Why m-me?”

“ Well because you are the second top student in my class, Bakugo being the first, and he specifically requested you. Make sure he passes, Y/N.”

He requested you? Why on earth would he request you? He never even spoke to you, so you are wondering as to why he wanted you because he could've easily gone to Bakugo. You thought about this the whole time you walked through the courtyard and didn't notice that the same person you were thinking about came up right next to you. You felt a sudden presence and jumped back scared to see the red and white-haired boy.

”Heeyy, I come in peace," he said giving you a small smile and some space to regain yourself, “Figured I'd get your number since you are gonna be my tutor."

“ Of-of course-” you fumbled through your bag to take it out and give it to him, “W-we can meet tom-morrow around 8 at the library. That's u-usually the time I get off of w-work.”

Oh, god how he wanted you wrapped around his finger, little he know you already were. You were so nervous but still trying to be assertive since he knew you took your studies seriously. He agreed to your plans and left you in the middle of the courtyard, stuck.

The next day, at exactly 8pm, you were sitting in the library wearing your work clothes with your books set out in front of you waiting for your partner. You were nervous, to say the least, but also tired since you have been serving people all day. Your hair was loose from your usual half-up, half-down style, and your glasses were set to the side because of the subtle strain they were giving you. Soon you heard a chair scratch the ground next to you making you look up to see Shoto. You cleared your throat and straightened yourself up.

" H-hey, Todoroki.” you stuttered out nervously. He settled himself next to you, setting out a small notebook and a pen.

" Hey, Y/NN.” he stated smoothly as if he had been calling you that for years.

“Y/NN?”, you stammered. He simply just nodded putting all his attention on you.

“Yes. Now can you please be a good teacher and teach me?” he requested, pointing to the many books in front of you.

You were completely stunned, but upheld his request and proceeded to go over the many things he “didn’t know”. You were reading things aloud to him, explaining to him how different organs work, all in such confidence and it attracted Shoto. All the nervousness flew right out the window and he absolutely adored it. But he felt something was missing.

“Y/NN-” he whined leaning closer to you, making you stumble over your words “ this doesn't make any sense, love.”

You cleared your throat ignoring the fact that he called you ‘love’, “O-okay so again, the most serious misuse of multivariate procedures is in the attempted classification through discriminant analysis of fossil primate specim-”

Then you felt it. A cold hand brushed against your cheek. His hand gently pushed one of your locs behind your ear, making his way to lean in close to you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your words were caught in your throat. Then, under his physical guidance, he turned your head so that you were facing him.

“ I just find it easier to understand when I get to see such a pretty face." he declared smoothly.

Now you just have to be dreaming. This isn't happening right now. No way was Shoto this close to you and touching your face. You could practically feel his cool minty breath hitting your cheek. Oh, how you just wanted him to kiss you, you just knew it would be the softest kiss you ever had. Just one kiss.

“ Only one? I don't think that would satisfy me enough, love,” he vowed, still so close to you.

“I-I didn’t mean th-that, I’m so s-sorry.” you blurted out of pure shock that you said your thoughts out loud.

“So you don't want to kiss me?” He pouted cutely.

Your eyes widened as you waved your hands crazily in front of you, “N-no, I do, b-ut not l-like that. W-well it is l-like that. N-not in a c-creepy- oh my god, I’m gonna shut up now.”

You buried your face in your hands thanking the higher beings above that your dark skin concealed the burn of your cheeks. You don't even think you could look at him now out of sheer embarrassment. Shoto had different plans. He lifted your face again, with a grip on your chin, so that you couldn't move away.

“ Well, I wanna kiss you, pretty girl. Will you let me?" you hesitated before nodding dumbly, making him smirk.

He leaned in slowly so he wouldn't seem too eager, but boy he was. He placed a soft peck on your plump lips before pulling away slightly to let your taste settle. Then he pecked you again and again and again until you both engaged into a full make-out in the dark corner of the library. The soft grip that was on your chin turned into a firm grip on your neck. The action made you moan into the kiss and push yourself into him deeper. You both thought about the softness of each other's lips and the way your tongues glided with one another. You just wanted to stay here with him the whole night but that thought was short-lived when he pulled away. When he pulled away, you both were breathing heavily and your hands were shaking out of anxiety and excitement. Shoto left one more lingering peck on your puffy lips before removing himself so you can fully see his red face and raw lips.

“ I think I need some more tutoring sessions, love. But next time, I'll teach you some things. If you let me.”

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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years

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“Hands.”

Ship: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: Exhibitionism (? i’m not sure it counts but they’re both having Horny Thoughts at work so better safe than sorry), oral (spencer receiving), fingering (reader receiving), finger sucking (???) i think that’s everything but if there’s anything else lmk! There’s not really a dom/sub thing here sorry they’re both just like Into Each Other i guess

Word count: 1k

Summary: Spencer has nice hands and they are a little bit distracting sometimes.

A/N: Part of A-Z but all you really need to know is they’re in an established relationship! I feel like the pacing for this is off but eh, a little Saturday night treat regardless

It’s hard to get any work done when he’s the way he is: gesticulating wildly, as if he’s conducting an orchestra. Tapping on the desk, long fingers tucking an errant strand of hair behind his ear, twirling a pen around in his hand. It’s the cup of coffee that’s the last straw.

He’s sat at the table. The cardboard cup, resting in front of him, palm curled around it. Then he catches you looking at him out of the corner of his eye, a small smirk quirking at the corner of his lips. He redirects his attention forward but, knowing you’re staring, starts of move his index and middle fingers in a circular motion over the coffee sleeve.

He’s doing it on purpose.

It would be imperceptible. And maybe it wouldn’t really matter. If you didn’t know exactly the effect those hands were capable of having when he put them to work in the right places.

Clearing your throat, you shift in your seat. Making sure not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you clench your thighs together, which would undoubtedly signal a victory you aren’t willing to concede. Not just yet.

Focus.

You’re at work.

Yes. Yes you are. You bristle with the reminder, picking up your pen again. For once, for potentially the first time in your entire life, you are in fact purposely ignoring him as he launches into another spiel to Derek. In your peripheral, you can make out the way he cradles his own chin in thought.

His thumb, worrying at your lower lip. His two fingers, slick with you, at the tip of your tongue, then engulfed in the heat of your mouth. Tongue running over the length of them, allowing him in right down to the knuckle. Taking him in the way you always do. Every part of him. His ring and pinky fingers holding your chin in place.

You swallow. Looking down at your paperwork, you can feel him staring.

In retaliation, you rub the end of the pen over your lower lip. The cap is attached to the end, and you take it into your mouth a little, humming thoughtfully as if at your paperwork.

To everybody else, that’s what it looks like. But your gaze flickers up to Spencer, and you know he knows differently. You do your best impression of innocence, and he glitches, falters, before Derek asks him what he’s thinking about and he tears his gaze away from you. Clearing his throat before he speaks, adjusting his tie, the tops of his ears turned pink.

You know exactly what he’s thinking of.

That’s why you did it.

He’s remembering this morning. How he’d gotten dressed for the day: shirt, tie, and pants. How he’d been sat on the end of his bed, putting his socks on, when you’d appeared next to him. Apparently, looking for your earring. When he saw you on your knees, he knew better. He’d just stared at you, shifting in front of him, able to see directly down the front of your top from his vantage point. See the lace bra you’d chosen, the one that perfectly complimented your skin tone. The intricate detailing.

You’d stilled. Looked up at him, tilted your head, eyebrows pressing together, “If that’s your idea of helping Spence, then don’t worry, I think I’d feel it if the earring was in my bra.”

He had the decency to look at least a little bit bashful: his cheeks turning a dusty pink colour, his nose scrunching up. But he adjusts his legs, and draws a bit too much attention to the tent forming in his pants.

“Hmm,” You’d said, resting your hand at his knee and running it up the length of his thigh, “I think I’d best help you out, Spence. You can’t go to work like that.”

He’d stared. Dumb as all hell. Shifting his hips up so that you could undo his belt, making quick work of it, settling yourself between his knees. Taking him deep in your mouth, gazing up at him underneath your lashes. He’d cum there and then.

You’d have teased him, if it wasn’t for the way his hand came to the back of your neck. Pulling you up to kiss him before you even got a chance to swallow properly, his tongue laving over yours, both tasting him. His hand gripping at your jaw, holding you in place while he nipped at your lip. His other heading down your body, squeezing your boob on his way down, coming to rest at the waistband of your pants.

He paused there, for a moment, until you bit down on his lip. Pushing your body into his.

You’re already soaking at the place where your underwear meets your body, and he runs his fingers through your folds. Gathering your wetness, and pushing a finger inside of your entrance. You moaned, softly, pushing your head back, tipping your hips up towards him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” He murmured against your mouth.

“Yeah,” You whined, “For you.”

Time had been of the essence. Fortunately, you’d been together long enough that he knew exactly the right buttons to push. Two of his fingers pressed inside you, his thumb tracing those circle patterns over your clit. The exact right amount of pressure. Building and building, the coil in your stomach burning, tightening, until it was white hot, snapping, your thighs pressing together as you clench desperately around his fingers, searching for more, more, more, to push you over the edge.

And you’d fallen.

Sure, you’d almost been late for work. But it was all worth it. For when his eyes, dark, nothing left of that sweet boy you knew, pushed his fingers inside your mouth.

He comes up behind you. Startling you, out of your recollection of this morning, which you’d apparently been having while staring blankly at your computer screen. His hand, the hand that had been inside you this morning, rests on your shoulder. Clenching, so that the veins on the back of it stick out.

“Here you go,” He says, using his other hand to put down the file.

“Thanks,” You can barely trust your own voice.

He smirks, leaning down as if pretending to move something on your desk, whispering in your ear, “Only three hours until we can go home.”

Only three hours.

Potentially the greatest understatement of his life.

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eremiie · 3 years

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a change of heart;

❥ nsfw | 6.1k words | eren x reader

❥ an annoyingly arrogant childhood friend has never seen the light of day in your eyes... until he does. eren jaeger was an anomaly that you thought you had figured out.

❥ content: cum play, choking, slight size kink, rough sex, unprotected sex

saying you liked eren was an understatement. you weren't fond of the boy— like at all.

it was something about him that you couldn't pinpoint, maybe it was the way he always had something smart to say back to you when you made the littlest comments, the way his eyebrows were always furrowed together as if he was constantly upset with you, the way he was just so aggressive— a handful if you must. you never liked the way he acted towards you, or anybody else for that matter so you never tried your luck at getting close to him.

or... maybe you didn't like that slight way your eyes widened when you first met him, or that run of his eyes over you on your first meeting. or was it the way you somewhat hoped to get into an argument with him just so you could bicker? something about your arguments thrilled you and sent a feeling you couldn't pinpoint through your body.

nevertheless, the bigger issue at hand was the fact that you couldn't seem to escape eren jaeger.

you were so unlucky and were deemed even unluckier when your mom happened to be the sweetest person on earth. she was the kind to bake a welcoming gift for the neighbors on your street, the kind to knock next door and ask in a sickeningly sweet voice for extra sugar for a recipe she was whipping up.

she'd done both of these things to your next door neighbor, which happened to be carla, carla jaeger.

once again, unluckily carla also happened to be such a sweet mom and you almost felt bad that she was blessed (cursed) with eren jaeger as a son. she was the type to bake something in return and gladly give you a small container of sugar that you would promise to bring back.

she'd done both of these things for your mom.

there advances were so continuous, and over the course of a couple years they became the most best friends imaginable, indulging in every mom-ly activity you could imagine together. this only forced you and eren to spend every unwanted second together.

you knew eren for only a couple years, yes, and you could still remember when his hair was just draped above his shoulders, an awkward length that you never failed to make weak jokes at just to see him get mad. but what you didn't know— or failed to realize that he would get even more annoying then the first time you met him.

maybe you were getting annoyed with the fact that his hair was no longer that awkward length and you couldn't throw the same lame jokes at him, because the length that it was at now? where it touched his shoulders and he threw it back into this awfully messy bun. maybe you were getting annoyed with the fact that now he was older and more occupied with the summer before college, you weren't forced to spend as much time with him, so you didn't see him much.

over these couple years though, your mom (being the doll she is) never failed to throw an annual barbecue that of course, carla always came to, not only did she come but they practically planned it together and had you and eren help out, unwillingly. they claimed it was an opportunity for you and eren to "actually get a long." because trust me— they knew about the tension between the two of you that they tried to break for years.

one of those annual barbecues seemed to be today, at the very minute, actually. you were standing next to eren, both of you with a tray of food in your hands as you awaited instructions, an irritated expression crossing both of your faces.

"okay, take those over to the buffet table you two, and then before you guys go crawl away to god knows where, one of you grab some utensils, napkins and plates and lay them down at the end of the table, and one of you turn on the speaker, guests will be flooding in soon." you chuckled at carla's comment. that's one thing you and eren had in common— the two of you almost completely hating this event if it wasn't for the good food. you would always sneak away to your room and eren would sit in your chair and mind his business while you'd lay on your bed doing your own thing. "and tell your mom i need her, _____!"

it was never an uncomfortable silence— no, as a matter of fact it wasn't always silent, lots of aimless arguments would arise and sometimes, eren would get really angry, but he never dared to leave the safety of your room rather than be surrounded by adults who claimed they'd known him since he was little.

"what?" eren asked you as you reminisced on the thought while the two of you began walking.

you glanced up at him, snapped out of your own head, him already peering down at you with furrowed brows and a slight frown on his face. "none of your business." that's not even what you meant to say but a smart retort was almost instinctive when it came to eren.

albeit your smart response he didn't send one back as he usually would, he just rolled his eyes and sat the food down on the buffet table, you doing the same. "i'll grab utensils and shit." you murmured in slight embarrassment from your quick comment eliciting no reaction. eren didn't look your direction, so you took that as a hint that he heard you as his body headed towards the direction of the old speaker that you knew'd be blasting old "parent" tunes.

you head inside, the smell of food grilling leaving your senses and the something in the midst of being baked filling them instead. you turned the corner of the dining room to enter the kitchen, your mom closing the oven after checking on the brownies baking. "hey, sweetheart, how's it going?" she asked you, smiling when she caught sight of you, all dressed nicely too, which was rare from your usual style; the black slip dress you wore coming mid thigh and lightly hugging your body. you were only wearing socks though, you didn't see the point in walking around in shoes when you'd just be retreating to the hole of your room and lounging around for as long as possible until your mom called you to help some more or to greet someone familiar.

"fine, me and eren just put down the last of the food already cooked. i'm about to set up cutlery and sh— stuff." your mom raised her eyebrow before nodding her head and watching you open up the cabinet at your feet to grab the grocery bag full of a new box of paper plates and napkins." all for the "save the turtles!" magnet your mom had pinned on the refrigerator. "hey, where are the plastic cutlery?" you asked, questioning its lack of presence in the plastic bag.

your mom turned her head towards you, from where she was wiping at her hands. "hm? oh! sorry, honey— i placed them in that cabinet up there because we had extras from that one family get together we had a couple weeks back.”

ah, yes. you remembered that family get together. despite it being family, somehow carla and eren found their way into the gathering, and not to mention that being one of the last times you saw eren, and one of the most embarrassing times.

you see, the argument you had gotten in with eren that time was over him accidentally walking into your room in the middle of you changing for the event. you had yelled at him even though it was an accident, and that was one of the first times eren didn't try his hardest to win that argument, his face too flushed red, and his apologies and excuses seeming to not calm down your anger that hid your embarrassment.

but geez, for days after you were reminiscing on the drag of his eyes going down your back and over your ass before flickering back up to your eyes and only then realizing the situation at hand. you were just happy the encounter didn't make the next time you were seeing him, being now, too awkward.

your eyes drifted towards the cabinet above your head, the one your mom was eyeing at, and you sighed. "okay, thanks, and by the way miss carla wants you." your mom's eyes widened before she placed down the rag in her hands and scurried out the kitchen. you heard her speak a few words to someone but you weren't paying much attention as your fingertips began to reach upwards to pull at the cabinet doors. when it swung open a groan left your lips when you almost immediately spotted the brightest blue box of plastic cutlery at the top shelf.

"okay, _____... you can't reach that." you opted for climbing on top of the counter, and you did despite you wearing a dress, the fabric stretching as you propped yourself up on the surface, knees together while you used your hand to try and reach for the box.

your hand barely grazed it, but that didn't matter as eren's hands reached it for you, his back pressed against yours as he used his tippy toes and the stretch of his fingertips to knock the box down and grab it in the air before it could drop to the ground. the warmth of him behind you disappeared as he backed up and looked you over from your position on the counter. "if you couldn't reach it you should've had me get the stuff."

it was your turn to roll your eyes, heat rising to your cheeks before you climbed off the counter slowly and adjusted your dress. "shut up."

eren's arm came out to hand you the box. "since when did you start wearing dresses?" he asked abruptly, once again, those thick brows coming together in curiosity as you grabbed the box from his hands, stepping forward slightly.

"i've been wearing dresses, you're just too dumb to notice." your own gaze gave eren a once-over. he never dressed formally for any of these events like your mom made you. carla could never seem to get him into anything nice. plain black jeans with an almost too tight white shirt, and you could never fail to mention the key necklace draped around his neck that he once told you his dad gave him when you had asked "why do you always have that stupid necklace on?" he had gotten really defensive and only today you realized how insensitive that comment may have been considering the fact that he rarely saw his dad— as did you. you could only recall seeing the man twice, and at one time was at one of the barbecues. "i wore one... last time."

eren's eyes went up to the ceiling as he recalled "last time" realization dawning on his face, but before you could wait for his reply you were walking past him with your head pointed towards the ground as you told him, "you can go ahead and go up to my room, i'm gonna go put these down." and he watched you walk away before scratching his chin and doing just that.

you did what you had to do, placing down the cutlery and slipping past both your mother and carla before they could get you to do anything else.

when you opened the door to your room you were surprised to see eren sitting on your bed, shoes kicked off at the edge. you narrowed your eyes at him as he looked up from his phone at you. "what? your chair's broken." your eyes glanced to the chair that sat idle near your desk before you remembered— it was broken— no it wasn't broken, one of the wheels had just been screwed off and you nor your mom had the patience to fix it.

you lowered your suspicions at eren and merely nodded your head. you really didn't mind actually, the chair was eren's self proclaimed spot, he continued to sit their his self after the first barbecue, you never actually told him to.

"wow, i'm surprised you're not throwing a tantrum." he scoffed as you climbed onto your bed stomach flopping down next to eren who was propped up against your wall. your dress had ridden up in the slightest but you made no efforts to fix it, and you didn't make an effort to grab your phone either which was sat on your desk.

your arms held up your head, elbows on the bed as you looked up at eren with a raise of your eyebrow much like your mom. "you can get out." you half joked, eren looking down at you with lagoon green eyes.

"so you can leave me down to suffer with all those people? hell no, i'd surprisingly rather be up here with you."

you tilted your head at eren. "oh? why the change of heart?"

his stare sent a prickly sensation up your bare arms, and you turned over to your side so that your one arm propped up your head, your other draped across your waist. this was basically the first time you had a simple conversation without the two of you bothering each other, the first time you were somewhat amused by the words coming out of his mouth.

where was the old eren jaeger? this new eren jaeger couldn't help but think you looked... good, not to say he's never thought this before; the subconscious thought always in the back of his head, but now it was prevalent to him. the straps of your black dress so thin, and the way it hugged your body in the slightest was almost tantalizing. you didn't seem to be wearing a bra either, he could tell by the lack of support and straps. "huh?" you added when he didn't respond right away, eren's eyes snapping back up to your face.

he whipped up a quick response; "there wasn't a change of heart. you know i'm always up here... and you're tolerable today." he placed down his phone, interested in the conversation at hand. something was laced between your words, almost taunting, almost aware, more aware than you were earlier when the two of you had that encounter in the kitchen, more aware than you were when he accidentally walked in on you a couple weeks prior.

you felt confident today, you weren't sure if it was the mere maturity between the two of you that seemed to just decide to pop up today, you weren't sure if it was eren's new attitude, or if it was your attire that gave you the confidence you possessed. you always enjoyed you and eren's arguments, you loved seeing him riled, but today the snark to his own comments instead of him getting completely heated sent an even better thrill, if you could call it, down your spine. "hm, then it's not surprising you'd rather be up here with me, jaeger... and what makes me more tolerable today?"

eren let his eyes roll to the back of his head for a split second before deciding that the best response to that question would be no answer, lying wasn't healthy anyways.

"what? is it the fact that i started wearing dresses?" you mocked his earlier words, your hand flying up to create quotations in the air.

that was one reason.

"trying to get your little dick wet eren? that little blondie wasn't doing it for you, yeah?" you joked, but the way his eyebrow twitched and his eyes darkened, lowering as a very small smirk formed on his face told you maybe your joke was more than that to him.

he let out another small scoff, face turning away from you so his jawline was visible, the tiny brown hairs that wouldn't fit in his ponytail skimming his neck and forehead before he side eyed you, then turning his head back to you and not even noticing how he scooted forward as he brought his knee up for his arm to rest on. "little?" was all he could manage to get out. he wasn't gonna lie— your comments felt quicker today, and they were catching him a little off guard.

you flipped back onto your stomach before sliding your upper body and shuffling forward to sit back on your knees diagonal from eren. you weren't gonna lie— eren's comments felt quicker today, and they were catching you a little off guard. "did i lie?"

"yeah."

"i beg to differ."

eren's hand went to his thigh. even though his dick was on the other leg, semi-hard, he wanted to tease you with the leg closer, rubbing up and down the fabric of his jeans. "wanna see then?"

your eyes glanced down to his lap and widened, jesus— this was not the eren you knew, nor the eren you expected tonight. you let yourself fall backwards onto your pillows, grabbing one throw pillow and placing it over your face as you hid your true expression. although your voice was muffled you let out an "jaeger, stop! i'm supposed to hate you."

the bed dipped underneath you as eren shuffled forward until he was peering down at you again, grabbing the pillow with one hand, your hand flying up to grab his wrist, then his coming up to pry your fingers off him. after a small tussle he pinned your hand to the bed, grabbing the pillow and chucking it off the bed to see your face.

your lips were shriveled in an embarrassing smile and you turned your head away from eren, only then realizing the presence of his cold gold pendant tickling your chest, and how close he actually was, his thigh pressed up against your side, and his untucked hairs gravitating towards you. those green-blue eyes seemed even more intimidating up close, and the dangerous slight upturn of the corner of his lips didn't seem to help in you feeling small under him.

eren jaeger, an anomaly. who knew people could change right before your eyes.

"jaeger," you brought your other hand to his chest, pushing at his sternum with as much force as possible which didn't budge him, eren only grabbing your other hand with a low chuckle and placing it above your head, bringing both of your hands together and keeping them there with one wrist. you let out a soft whine of the word "move," that made eren's lip twitch before you brought your foot up to kick him.

"kick me and i swear, ______—" and so you did— well at least you tried, eren grabbing your ankle and holding your flailing limb. you guys looked insanely stupid, and it made your little whines turn into small laughs that seemed to be contagious as eren began to laugh too. your body went limp as you soon realized that eren was pretty strong, which the old eren wasn't.

he let go of your leg, dropping it to the bed on the other side of him so he was sitting between them. "i'll let go if you admit that you don't actually hate me." a small goofy grin was on his face and it made you reciprocate.

"nope," you popped the p, eren quirking his brow at you before letting his eyes wander down. he had you in quite a position; your legs on either side of him, your hands pinned together, and your dress scrunched up just enough so he could see the black underwear you adorned. you watched his eyes trail back up, stopping at your lips, his tongue sliding over his own before coming back up to your eyes. "but it's obvious you don't hate me."

eren let out a small laugh and your stomach churned— so did his.

"nope," he popped his p just like you. "that's just some weird shit we were on when we were younger... you're not that bad." he hummed, leaning down a bit so he was hovering over your face, and god did he look amazing.

maybe he was right— maybe it was just one of those weird things that leave with age, and you were fine with it leaving, especially if it gave you the eren jaeger in front of you right now. your lips parted in effort for you to speak but you choked on your own words, not sure what to say. but you didn't have to say much because just like eren, you let your realization hit you on how he had you, how he looked, and your gaze stopped at his lips too. he took that as his cue— his face inching way too close, but not like you minded.

"the way you're looking at me doesn't seem like it, ______."

you squeezed your legs on his sides as you felt the fabric of his jeans rub against you from the proximity. "well, i—" he didn't let you finish his lips connecting with yours and you almost forget how to kiss for a moment, eren's lips being the only ones moving until he let go of your hands and you cradled his jaw, kissing him back just as fervently.

eren hummed against your lips in content, them beginning to move together as if the two of you were made for each other. something felt like it was lifted off your chest, and you really relished in the moment at hand. one of eren's hand coming up to your hair and pushing your head more towards him, the kiss becoming rougher while his other hand settled at your side gripping roughly as if you could run away any second.

you felt desperate, practically swallowing eren's lips up, him biting at your lip before pulling away for air. he looked down at you with a lustful expression, his lips parted and flushed red while his eyelids hung low. "finally, you shut up."

you looked up to the ceiling with a smile gracing your face. you didn't know if you were in shock at the fact that he could still throw quick comebacks after such an event or if you were in shock at what just happened. "you shut the fuck up— and come here,"

you lifted your head up to connect your lips back to eren's, your tongue sliding over his bottom lip, and he quickly got the hint, pushing you back down to the bed as he parted his lips so that your tongues could collide gently. the kiss was wet, and passionate, you could practically taste the lust that both of you were so oblivious about for years. you could taste how long he craved your lips on his and you almost wanted to apologize for leaving him waiting for so long.

eren's tongue licked around your mouth, doing all the work while you laid back and guided your tongue to follow his almost like a recited dance. his hips moved with yours, beginning to grind against you to relieve some of the ache in his dick, and he was glad you were wearing a dress. his hand on your hip grasped the black fabric and aggressively yanked it up, your hips lifting to help him out a little bit until your lower half was completely unveiled to him.

his mouth disconnected from yours so he could peer down at you. "fuck..." he muttered. his hand slid under your dress, smoothing over your stomach before nearing your breasts, looking back up to you as if to ask if what he was doing was fine. you gave him that confirmation and let your eyes drift close as his warm palm relaxed itself over your tit. the contact that his fingers made with you nipple as he moved his hand down to toy at it caused them to harden and you to whimper.

eren ducked down to your neck so he could kiss it, nibbling at the sensitive flesh which elicit your hand to fly to his messy brown locks. "yeah..." you sighed, elated with the feeling of him sucking at your skin, his tongue occasionally licking at the spot and his teeth grazing over it as well before he completely pulled off, hoping a distinctive hickey you would have trouble hiding from your mom would begin to appear sooner or later.

his hand slid back down to your side until it went over the curve of your back and trailed down your ass until it met your supple thighs. he grasped at your skin, the fat underneath his fingertips leaving his imagination to wonder what it would be like in between your thighs. he brought his other thumb to your plain black panties, pressing it against your clothed entrance just to get a feel and your head flew back so you were no longer watching him— eyebrows turning upwards and mouth parting as uneven breaths left you mouth.

you were so hot and bothered, you needed him now— any way you could take him.

"need you... right now, eren." you mumbled, your hand retreating between your dress to cup at your own breast.

eren looked up at you another smile playing on his lips, and he would be the death of you. "first name basis now that you want to be fucked by me?"

"oh my gosh, just hurry."

you brought your legs closer to your body as eren's hand came to the hem of the fabric that was the only thing separating you and him. he pulled it over your legs and down your feet tossing it to the side. when you didn't part your legs for him immediately he brought his hand to both of your knees and with some resistance parted them for you, the sight of your glistening cunt going straight to his dick.

you were so pretty to him, yet he didn't want to boost your ego any more so he held his tongue and untucked his lip from his teeth before stepping off the bed, grabbing your ankles and pulling your body to the edge of the bed.

your pussy fluttered as you watched eren fumble with the button and zipper of his pants. he stopped for a brief moment, groaning in annoyance before looking back to you. "i don't have a condom."

your hand flew to your forehead and you felt yourself squeeze around nothing at the thought of eren sliding into you without one. "you're clean right?"

eren scoffed. "yeah."

"okay well then hurry!" you repeated, eren going back to pulling his pants down until they were pooled at his ankles, as well as his boxers. his dick was finally exposed to you, and you stifled a moan when you saw it— pretty, hard, big and flushed red in anticipation for you not anyone else. he took himself into his hands and smeared his pre cum over his length while his head tilted back and his jaw dropped at the slight relief.

"this is about to be the best dick you've ever had." he half joked as he grabbed your hips and pressed at your entrance, leaning overtop of you again.

"we'll see about that, ja—" you couldn't even get the rest of your sentence out as you felt his tip slide more into you, a gasp leaving your throat, your walls clenching his tip causing him to let out a slight moan.

he stopped for a moment, bringing his hand up to steady himself on the bed. "eren, not jaeger."

he pushed in a little more, your hand flying over to your mouth muffling your, "eren!" which caused him to smirk. "shit... you—" a little more, your eyebrows coming together like his as he tried filling you up even more.

"me what?" he breathed out, pushing in a little more.

your back arched and your fingers came to wrap around his wrist beside your head for support. "it kind of hurts." you mewled out. of course you wouldn't tell eren this, but it had been awhile since the last time you had sex, prone to getting yourself off instead, and eren's size wasn't helping either.

"well..." he started, sheathing himself more inside you as your grip on his wrist tightened, and small pathetic half-whines left your throat. "you gotta take it." your eyes screwed even more shut as his words rang through your head. you were practically throbbing for him and you wanted this just as bad. "don't start something you can't finish." and with that the brunette let his length fill you up completely, ignoring your slight displeasure until he bottomed out, shushing you and letting his hand come down to rub circles on your clit to soothe you.

a sigh left your lips and your hand relaxed from eren's wrist. "okay."

"okay?"

"you can move." and eren wasted no time doing just that, his hips moving backwards and sliding against your walls causing you and him to groan at the same time.

when you were fully adjusted, and any discomfort you felt had drifted away, eren moved faster, almost fucking you how he wanted to in the first place. he lifted himself from the bed and put his hands on your hips, dragging you onto him as he pushed in and out of you, basking in your moans of pleasure and the feeling of your tight walls trying to consume him.

"yes," you said with gritted teeth as the way eren thrusted into you with purpose felt amazing and left you wondering why you didn't confess to your attraction to him sooner. "fuck, eren..." his hips stuttered from the way you sounded moaning his name. he wanted to hear it again, and again, wanted to hear it so many times that he could hear it when he fucked his fist to your pretty face. "like that, just like that."

"again." he demanded, and the low octave of his voice ordering you to repeat his name sent your head into a spiral. you grind against him, your wetness smearing on his abdomen. eren brought his hand to your hair again, pulling your body up off the bed and you winced at his tight grip as he continued to fuck up into you nicely. "i said again."

"eren," you repeated more like a plea. he pulled your head forward more, smashing his lips to yours again briefly, just wanting to feel more of you, wanting to feel you crave him.

"what do you want me to do?" he asked. he wanted you to tell him how bad you wanted him, how bad you wanted him to fuck you— and with the way his cock stretched you out so well, fucking into you with ease, like it's what he was made for, you were willing to do just that. "hm?"

"fuck me good, make me cum, eren, please."

"if i do you're gonna stop acting like a little brat when we're together right?"

"yes, yes, yes," you babbled not even realizing what he said that had you nodding your head hastily.

eren chuckled at the lack of hesitance in your response, softening his grip on your hair and letting your head fall back to the bed. "good girl." he murmured while slowing down his pace causing you to roll your hips into his as a silent plea to go faster. eren pushed your dress up some more until it was bunched up right to your chest, then having you pull off the straps to free your tits. he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, pushing you higher on the bed to create space for himself, not leaving you once, leaving your cunt fluttering around him as he did all these motions.

the little sad cries that would leave your lips begging him to hurry up so that he could fuck you again made you sound so stupid for him, so impatient and so dirty. eren didn't mind at all though, when he shifted himself up on your bed and pressed your legs to either side of your body so he could hit deeper, he complied with your wishes. "open your mouth." and you complied to his, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out, eren coming down to let his spit drop into your mouth, and the second his saliva came in contact with the muscle you squeezed his member from inside of you, he could feel you tighten around him and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you swallowed. he watched your throat bob before wrapping his hand around your neck to create leverage for himself.

when you felt him drag himself out and back into you so forcefully, your body jolting as he continued the motion, fucking down into you. he was drilling that soft spot inside of you, and he didn't stop you when your hand trailed down below his arm to touch yourself, rubbing at your swollen clit while he drilled you. "you're gonna cum?"

you were too incoherent to form words, the nods of your head telling him enough. he was on the verge of coming too, but he wanted you to come first, he wanted to feel you pulse around his throbbing cock, spill your slick all over him. "shit, then cum all over me, _____. right on my dick, let me feel it." you let out a sultry moan, eren letting go of your neck going to grasp one of your bouncing breast the other grasping your thigh and pounding into you hard while you got yourself off with your middle finger.

small cries spilled out of your lips as your orgasm slowly approached until it finally did, your vision blanking out, pussy squeezing eren impossibly tight, and every nerve being pinched in your body. your hand unconsciously flew to your blanket, gripping the fabric tight as you moaned a drawled out sound resembling eren's name. you felt like you were the only person alive, like the guests downstairs didn't exist, like your parents weren't just outside your window along with them, not even like eren was there when your climax washed over your body, blurring your senses.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah—" eren was having trouble holding back, but as soon as he felt your juices coat him, and the sound of his name from you he let go of your thighs and chest, pulling out of your wet heat and jerking himself to completion, hot cum spilling all over your lower stomach as to avoid your dress. "shit.." he panted, watching his seed sit idle on your pretty skin.

he felt hazy, almost in disbelief that he just fucked your lights out, almost quite literally as you hadn't opened your eyes since your orgasm.

eren took it upon himself to gather some of his cum with a swipe of his finger then prod at your swollen lips, you lazily opening your mouth to taste the salty taste of his cum. "good?" and you hummed, letting your head fall back to the blankets and closing your eyes.

eren tucked himself in, leaving to head towards your bathroom, and soon enough coming back to help you clean up. when you felt the warmth of something slide over your lower abdomen, you too out of it to open your eyes, you relaxed against the bed. eren adjusted your dress and slipped your underwear on for you, shaking your arm to wake you up. "your mom was out there. she was about to check on you when i walked out the bathroom. that would've been embarrassing."

you were too tired to respond, blinking at eren before picking yourself up and sitting up in front of him, his height allowing him to still be looking down at you even though you were on a bed. "i'm gonna head down cause i'll probably be leaving soon... i'll tell her you're sleep."

you nodded your head at eren before crawling to your bed and under the blankets, turning away from him. eren eyed you for a moment before coming forward and deciding to press a kiss to your ear, then grabbing his phone and slipping on his shoes. he grabbed the damp paper towel and threw it in your trash, shutting your lights and shutting the door quietly.

eren jaeger, an anomaly you thought you had figured out who happened not to be that bad after all.

maybe you did like eren— just a little bit.

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borrovvedyoongi · 3 years

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warned you p.sh

pairing: tutor!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: smut, but at most suggestive for now

wc: 3k

warnings: mature content, cursing, mentions of erection, mentions of casual sex, y/n saying she’s screwing someone’s dad but she doesn’t lmfao

synopsis: y/n needs to pass calculus, and sunghoon needs to get laid

part 1/???

You were going to your snobby and strict private school, just walking to the beat of Sunmi blasting in your headphones. The pigtails got in the way of the headphones but you made it work. You were aiming for the cutesy innocent look today, regardless of if your whole grade thought you were some harlot. You’d rather call yourself a femme fatale, but what you’re really trying to reclaim as a raging bratty feminist is a bimbo.

Bimbos definitely need to keep their head up high with confidence, but seeing the latest AP calculus quiz on your desk with its 37% marked in red severely irked you in that it made you feel dumb, and not the good kind, the very small and insignificant kind. Bimbos don’t like feeling like that. You twirled your pigtail in your hand and tried to keep a neutral expression, holding in the heavy sigh you so badly need to exhale out. That’s when you heard it.

“How did she manage to score that low?” someone snickered.

“All that time spent on her back and not at a desk really paid off.” another person snickered. You really wanted to say you’ve actually got railed by their dad on his desk and that you’re quite adaptable on where you do it, but you didn’t wake up and choose violence today...and plus the teacher would’ve sent you to the office. Giving them attention would just fuel the fire that you can’t put out when you’re up against slut shaming vermin when you’re only a team of one. The bell rang, signaling your next class and before you were able to stand up and go, you were asked to stay for a few minutes afterwards along with someone else. That someone else being Park Sunghoon. You and Sunghoon walked to the desk of your teacher and stood before her.

“Now Y/N, I know that you haven’t been doing well in class so I decided to pair you up with Sunghoon as your tutor. I feel as though you would have great improvement after a few study sessions, considering big chapters are coming up to wrap up the semester, and now is the best time more than ever to get some aid that I can’t provide.” You peek over to Sunghoon and he glances at you briefly before looking back at the teacher.

“Is this mandatory?” you ask.

“If you want to pass this class, I strongly recommend that you let him help you. An alternative explanation could help.” You really had no other choice but to nod your head yes and go along with it.

“Good. Now that both of you are informed, hurry along before you’re late to your next class.” After both of you scurry out of the room, you walk ahead to your next class and feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Hi, I’m Sunghoon, but you already knew that.” he says awkwardly while he hands you a post it note in neat handwriting. You eye it, then look up.

“You’re giving me your number?” you ask. He nods.

“Texting is the most efficient way to communicate with me since I have ice skating practice and student council related things to do.” he iterates. Before you even say a word, Sunghoon is already off to his next class, but you don’t miss the way he turns around to wave at you and yells “Text me!” in the hallway. You’ve gotten many stares before, from the way you carry yourself and from the way you purposely pull your uniform skirt higher because you think it would look best as a mini skirt, but this time, you heard whispers.

“Why is he talking to her?”

“Must be doing charity work.”

You smile. You can’t wait to tell your best friend Sunoo what just happened at lunch.

“The ice prince is doing what now?” Sunoo says with fruit gummies in his mouth.

“He’s helping me with calculus. And gave me his number.” you say while grabbing for a piece of candy to which Sunoo lets you grab a few.

“So…what’s the plan here?” Sunoo says with an eyebrow raised.

“I’ll text him right now and have some fun.”

“You whore! What do you mean have some fun?” Sunoo asked not subtly with his booming voice.

You roll your eyes. “You know the drill. I think he’s an easy target. I’ll be my cute charming self and see what happens.”

“You mean you’ll be a man eater and devour that poor innocent boy whole?”

“You know me so well.” you say, grinning ear to ear. You whip out your phone and compose a text.

You: Hey Sunghoon, it’s Y/N, are you free after school today?

Unknown: Hey, and yes. Where would you like to study?

You: I’m more comfortable at my house where there’s less distractions. The library is too quiet for me and I like some white noise.

Sunoo peeks over your shoulder and says, “He responds fast.”

You smile, “Right?”

You start typing right away, but notice the three dots before you get to send anything.

Unknown: Sounds good, I’ll meet you after school :)

Sunoo gasps. “A smiley? A smiley!” You giggle at his reaction.

“It’s just an emoticon silly.” you say.

“It’s going to be water droplets and eggplants soon though.” Sunoo said in a sing song voice. You can’t help but laugh at your easily giddy best friend. You had big, big plans to get your prey, and you were going to have your fun in the process of passing calculus while you’re at it.

English literature wasn’t the most fun class in the world with talking about MacBeth and all, however, the fun part was daydreaming about Sunghoon. You have fancied the boy for the longest time casually but thought he was a little too vanilla for you. And you don’t like admitting it, a little too good for you with being a smart hardworking boy with his head on steady shoulders while yours just bobbled to whatever. Anyhow, you needed danger. A little spice, and everything delectably nice. He didn’t seem the type to be rough enough.

He was however tall, lean, and achingly adorable. Handsomely crafted, so soft spoken, and knew when to shut up unlike every boy you’ve slept with thus far. He’s a nice target.

The bell rang, and you were quite surprised to see Sunghoon standing by your locker while you’re on your way there.

“Sunghoon!” you say cheerfully, making sure there was a bounce in your step, very glad you’re not wearing a bra today. For some reason the air conditioning wasn’t working today at school so you used this as an excuse to unbutton a few buttons earlier on your white crisp button up. You can see very clearly Sunghoon gulp and you can’t help but do your eye smile at this, and he does a soft grin in return.

“How did you figure out where my locker was?” you say as you tilt your head. Sunghoon couldn’t help but think the simple gesture of a head tilt was so charming.

He shrugs. “I was going to text you but I knew you would be in class, so I looked at some documents to find out which locker it was. You know, student council perks.”

“Ah.”

“Please don’t find it creepy.”

“I won’t, you dork.” You bend over to reach your locker since it was on the bottom row. Sunghoon stepped aside to let you open your locker, and his breath hitches in his throat. Seeing the back of your thighs in a skirt that was hiked up higher than it was supposed to was bewitching. He felt like he was in a trance and lingered his eyes on your legs for quite a while. Your skirt was just at the edge of the curvature of your ass, leaving some to the imagination but not much. You knew exactly what you were doing. You had many cheap tricks up your sleeve, and you were going to use them to your advantage. You could practically feel his gaze on you and you can’t help but smirk as you grab your calculus textbook along with your pencil bag, still bent over taking your time putting the items in your backpack. Sunghoon knows he has to stop staring or otherwise this won’t look good for him.

“Ready to go?” you say with a smile. It takes a moment for him to process what just happened and he’s all the while wondering how did your legs not hurt when you didn’t crouch to the ground all the way.

“Of course.”

The walk to your home was pleasant, you looked down at your shoes often and Sunghoon mapped out what sections you two were to go over in the textbook, including the homework that was assigned today. You asked him how his classes went and he responded after pausing to mull over his thoughts.

“It’s okay. Nothing exciting happened other than right now.” he says, looking at you while giving you his undivided attention. You can’t help but admire the beauty that is Sunghoon. His soft looking hair that frames his face nicely and the way he has his hands shoved into the pockets of his uniform slacks make him look so boyishly handsome and breathtaking.

It takes a moment for you to respond. “What about right now is so exciting?”

He gently smiles and looks away from you. “I don’t tutor people often. Every once in a while I get asked to help students about a few things but never really spend enough time with them to consider it tutoring. And the change of pace on how I manage my time is much needed. I don’t interact with different people often, so this is...nice.”

Your heart races as the clouds take over the blue sky slowly. You notice just how pretty the cute moles on his face are as your gaze lingers on them for a bit. He does that stupid charming smile that makes you giddy and you blush, picking up the pace. You start turning while walking backwards just to give him your undivided attention.

“We should walk faster, Sunghoon. It might start drizzling.”

Both of you entered your home and took your shoes off at the front door. Sunghoon took a quick glance at your home, to which he said “this is a cozy house.” You tell him your bedroom is the coziest spot in the house, and let him trail behind you as you go up the stairs, and he doesn’t miss the way your pretty and dainty hand smooths over the railing as you walk up. Entering your room, he noticed the pink canopy bed right away, and the pink heart shaped pillow on it. There were so many details in just one spot, with the floral comforter and lights attached to the tulle. It was pretty and graceful. Light and airy. Soft.

“You can sit on the bed. Let me get changed out of this uniform, it’s so hot in this blazer.” you say as you start to strip in front of your closet, looking away from Sunghoon. Now, Sunghoon doesn’t see himself as a pervert, so therefore, when he noticed you unbuttoning your white button up and could only see the smoothness of your back and notice there was no bra in sight, his cheeks flushed. He quickly turned the other cheek and looked anywhere else but you. Unfortunately, perhaps fortunately, you had a full length mirror with fake pink roses running along its sides across your room. Sunghoon tried really, really hard to look at the curve of the pink petals and not at the curve of your breasts when you turned to the side slightly, but he failed so horribly. He could see himself and his cheeks were beet red. The bulge in his pants was so noticeable too. He quickly placed his backpack on his lap and winced at how heavy it was against him. Why did that kinda feel good?

You turn around wearing your school uniform skirt still but this time with a bright red crop top and of course, no bra. Sunghoon is dying and he can’t help but stare at how prominent your nipples are through the thin material. You take the pigtails down and he loves the way your hair cascades down your shoulders once it’s out of its confines of a scrunchie. He blinks once, twice, many times. Maybe if he sees only the back of his eyelids long enough he will stop picturing you naked. It doesn’t work, and you just stand with your hands on your hips and a lilt to your voice.

“Are you thirsty?” you say sweetly, knowing your tricks are working.

“Uh, y-yeah. Do you have water? Can I have water please?” Sunghoon is so precious.

“Of course you can.”

You really are a chintzy whore at best. Your excuse for not sitting at the desk of your room to study was that there was only one comfy study chair, and that you didn’t feel like bringing the dining room chair upstairs. That’s understandable, right? You could’ve however used the chair at your vanity, but that’s just a padded stool with no back to it. Wouldn’t want you or Sunghoon to forget and lean back too far and fall to your doom. So you told Sunghoon that you would rather study in your bed.

You played a little playlist in the background, something mellow and soft and not too distracting. Every once in a while Sunghoon will ask what song it is, and you respond with a chipper in your voice.

“Oh, this one is Sex and Sadness by Madi Sipes and the Painted Blue!”

“That’s one hell of a title.” he chuckles.

“It sure is. The lyrics are so...pretty? I can’t put it into words. The part where it talks about ‘stained glass loved lace’ gets me every time. And ‘whispering words into the singer’s skin.’ It’s romantic.” Sunghoon notices how there’s a certain dazzling feature in your eyes as you talk about the song. He wants to stare in your eyes, but alas you have to finish this one problem. Sunghoon prioritizes responsibilities over such silly, frivolous things that only he notices.

“So tell me how you’re going to solve this problem.” Sunghoon says swiftly while grabbing the glass of water on your nightstand.

You stare at the problem and try your best to concentrate. You really do. But you can’t help the way Sunghoon’s hand looks lazily placed on his thigh. Without much thought, you trace a finger on the back of his hand and say, “Your hands are so veiny.”

“Y/N.”

“And big.”

Well that’s a first, Sunghoon thinks. He knows he’a good looking, a bunch of girls swoon over him at school and at the rink all the time. The most common compliment he gets is on his eyes, and maybe hair, but not on his hands of all things. You’re fascinated by them, and you won’t stop tracing along the veins. Your touch sets his skin ablaze, and it doesn’t seem like you’re finishing this problem any time soon.

“Let’s take a break. I think you’re getting distracted because your brain is all fried.” Sunghoon says softly, still letting you continue playing with his hand.

“I’m getting distracted because I have a pretty boy in my bed.” you giggle. You finally look up and see how pink his cheeks are from blushing.

He starts to stammer “You’re the one that wants to study in your bed!” His voice is a little pitched and you can’t contain your laughs.

“Do you want to move to the desk then?” you ask.

He shakes his head and mumbles a “no.” A few moments pass and you almost didn’t hear what he says next because it’s under his breath.

“I’ve never been called pretty before.”

“Gasp.” you say, lightheartedly.

“No but like, I’ve been called handsome, smart, a little weird, but not pretty.” Sunghoon replies. A moment of silence passed, and you started to ponder.

“There’s a song called Pretty Boy in my playlist somewhere.”

You go over to your laptop and click on The Neighbourhood song. You sway your hips gently and get lost into the music. Sunghoon just gazes at you as you move along to the steady pulse of the music and let the melodies feel you instead of the other way around. You do a little twirl and waltze your way to your bed, grabbing his hand.

“Dance with me.”

He obliged, wordlessly.

He takes in the words of the lyrics and closes his eyes. If he can’t see how close he is to you right now, it feels less real. It feels less scary. Not that you’re scary, Sunghoon doesn’t think girls with pink heart shaped pillows are scary. What’s scary is you laughing at his boner because he hasn’t been this close to a girl before since a random winter formal he had in grade school. The girl wasn’t all that nice since she dipped to dance with his friend. You’re much softer and nice. More delicate. You even smell nicer. God, your little hands enclosed together behind his neck and his big hands on your waist feels too good to be true. He can feel your gaze on him.

“Sunghoon, open your eyes.” He does, and his breath hitches and you look down, because you definitely feel something poking you and it wasn’t there before.

“I have to go, I have a curfew and it’s getting late, I’ll walk myself out.”

“Sunghoon I can at least walk you down-“

“No, seriously. I can go by myself. Thank you though.”

He’s so wide eyed and his cheeks are so rosy and he dashes away like his life depends on it. And you didn’t even get to kiss him.

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breakyeol · 3 years

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don’t look away

one shot

┗ pairing: xiumin / reader (ft. baekhyun)

word count: 5k

warnings: no plot, no thought, just pure smut, min exposes everyone, explicit unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), dom!xiumin, a singular spank, biting, edging, voyeurism, mild choking, exhibitionism, manhandling, masturbation

a/n; sometimes, my own writing gets to me. this was definitely one of those times. I swear I’m not a sub but dom!minseok does things to me. also, another drabble turned one shot. couldn’t be helped.

“W- we shouldn’t.” It’s a weightless opposition. You know because you feel the weakness of the words on your own lips.

Beside you, Xiumin only chuckles, a low, breathless sound that caresses to the curve of your throat and sends chills down your spine. “And why not?”

You swallow thickly, eyes briefly flicking towards his closed bedroom door.

“What if they hear?”

Fucking at Minseok’s place always came with risks. With three flat mates and five other friends that seemed to be over so often they might as well just start paying rent, you never quite knew when you were alone. Up until that point, you’d managed not to be caught in the act by mainly having sex at you place, or doing it at his only when you were certain no one was home and wouldn’t be. And by having a bit of dumb luck, of course.

But tonight was different. Tonight, the whole lot of them were camped out in the living room, playing video games, watching movies, and eating their weight’s worth in fast food. Until about five minutes ago, you’d been out there with them, laughing, chatting, and just having a damn good time. But then, Minseok decided he was tired of not having your full attention and dragged you into his bedroom, throwing out some dumb excuse over his shoulder when Chanyeol had noisily complained about being in the middle of a round of Mario Cart with you.

You should have suspected that he’d want more than innocent cuddles.

“They won’t,” he hums, rough fingers creeping up to grip your jaw and turn your face towards his, “unless…” his lips graze yours and you shiver, “you don’t think you can keep quiet.”

There’s no denying the desire you feel stirring to life inside of you, hot and demanding as it spreads through your body.

The thing about Minseok was, when he wanted something, he could be incredibly convincing. Not that you really needed all that much to begin with… you were always weak for the man, weak for his touch, weak for his kiss. And when he was looking at you with those eyes, dark and pooling with lust, you wanted nothing more than to give him every last thing he desired.

“I— I can.” You whisper after a short pause, unable to tear your gaze from the tempting curve of his pink lips as they twist into a dangerous smirk.

“Good.”

He’s barely gotten the word out before his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding. You gasp out a moan, hands surging up to clutch at the thick material of his oversized black sweatshirt. Heat consumes you as he presses forward, wasting no time deepening what is already a mind numbing kiss.

Rough hands tug at your hips, and all at once you’re on his lap. The transition happens so quickly, you barely manage to grasp onto his shoulders to keep from losing your balance. A soft groan rumbles through his chest as you settle fully onto his lap, unable to help the slow grinding of your hips at the feeling of him, already half hard and thick beneath you.

Even from within the confines of his thick sweats, you swear you can feel every hot inch of him. The thought alone has you keening, fingers burying themselves in his thick hair as a wordless plea shudders from your throat.

“Min,” you whisper unsteadily, rolling your hips once more in search of even a little friction, something, anything to soothe the unrelenting ache in your core.

“What?” He chuckles against your mouth, squeezing at your ass roughly. “Want more?”

“Please.”

That seemed to be the magic word, because you can only squeal as Minseok abruptly flips you onto your back, crawling on top of you with a feline grin and a predatory glint in his hooded eyes. Arousal burns inside of you, so hot that a part of you fears that you might burst into flames right then and there.

He reconnects your lips in one swift movement, and you moan, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. Electricity crackles through your veins as he suddenly slots his hips up against yours, grinding down against you hard enough that you have to break away from his kiss to gasp in a breath.

“Min— fuck—” your voice trembles from your lips, strained from the effort of trying to keep your volume low. It doesn’t help that Minseok has redirected his attention to your throat, licking and biting all of the places that make your head spine.

You feel his hands, feel the way they map the shape of your body, caressing the curve of your waist and the flow of your hips. The pads of his fingers are rough and calloused against your skin, but you love the way it hurts, love the harsh gentleness of his touch and the way you can still feel the lingering remnants of it even once his hands have ventured elsewhere.

Your shirt goes first, tossed off somewhere into the expanse of his bedroom. Your leggings follow suit, leaving you in nothing but your sports bra and underwear. Both tight, black, and unwanted nuisances within the haven of these four walls.

A soft groan rumbles in the depths of his chest, and his mouth drops to suck and nip at the flesh of your breast. Your head rolls back, fingers sinking into his thick locks. His mouth feels so good against your skin, each flick of his tongue and press of his pretty lips sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to your core. And it only intensifies as he begins a slow descent down the length of your body.

His lips tickle over your stomach, your back arching as he slips between your thighs. You feel the heat of his breath against your clothed cunt, your hips bucking instinctively in search of friction. He pins them back down, shooting you a warning glare that has arousal flaring up dangerously inside of you.

“Be patient.” He reprimands in a low whisper, though there’s something teasing in the way he purrs the words that tells you he’s not really all that angry.

You nod, but eagerly spread your legs, hoping he’ll have mercy. The corner of his mouth twists at the shameless display and you barely have time to process the glint in his eyes before his tongue is on your skin, tracing slow, sensual circles against the inside of your thigh. “Oh—” your muscles shudder and you sink your teeth roughly into the flesh of your lower lip to keep a moan from escaping.

Minseok forces your legs further apart, dark eyes honing in on the black fabric of your panties and the way they cling to your slick heat. Need coils in your gut, walls clenching around nothing as he licks his lips, a familiar hunger igniting across his handsome features.

“Look at you…” he coos, dragging a single finger down your clothed slit, “already making such a mess of yourself.”

Your nails bite into the soft sheets as your body shakes, muscles tensing uncontrollably with the overwhelming desire that surges through you like white hot electricity. “Min, please don’t tease me right now.” You plead in a breathless whisper, voice quivering while you watch him tease at the tight elastic of your underwear.

“Beg a little more,” he moans lowly, pressing an all too quick kiss to where he knows your clit is, “I like how desperate you are for me.”

You give in easily, far too turned on to feel even the slightest twinge of embarrassment. “Please, fuck— please, Min. I need it so bad. Need your mouth. You always make me feel so good, baby, please.” Minseok groans hoarsely, reveling in your shameless desperation.

“Were you thinking of me out there? Thinking of my mouth while you played with my friends?” His lethal mouth grazes your cunt as he speaks, the heat of his words pouring onto your lust like gasoline onto flames.

You shake your head, gasping at an ephemeral press of his lips. “N- no.”

“Liar.”

You don’t have time to react to the defamation before his teeth are sinking into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, deep enough that you’re certain the indents will remain for hours to come. A sob is wretched from your throat, but you’re quick to muffle it beneath the palm of your hand, praying that none of the other boys heard your unintentional outburst.

“Be honest, love.” He coos darkly, soothing over his bite with a slow drag of his tongue. Sucking your lips into your mouth, you nod quickly, wanting for nothing more than to please him. “You were thinking of me.”

It’s not a question. But still, you breathe out a small, “yes.”

“You were thinking of my mouth.”

You gasp as he slips a finger beneath the crotch of your panties, tugging it to the side and revealing your soaking core to his ravenous gaze. “Yes.”

“Thinking of coming on my tongue.”

Your back arches, thighs squeezing around his shoulders as he licks a thick, wet strip up your dripping slit. “Yes!”

He scoffs, meeting your unfocused eyes from between your hips. “How filthy.”

And then his mouth is on you. You nearly cry out in relief, but somehow manage to trap the pathetic sound behind tightly clenched teeth. The unexpected rush of pleasure is enough to make you dizzy, the insatiable way he’s eating your cunt making it damn near impossible to keep your voice down.

Oh god, it feels so good.

The hand not being used as a muffler shoots down between your legs, burying itself in Minseok’s hair, desperate for something to cling to. Minseok makes no complaints, quite the contrary actually, the fervor with which he’s devouring you increasing tenfold.

This is dangerous. You’re not going to be able to keep quiet. They’re going to hear you. Fuck, if he keeps licking at your clit like that— you’re not going to be able to keep quiet.

His tongue swirls, his lips encircling your sensitive bud. That in itself has you shaking and keening, the pleasure going straight to your head. But when he adds the faintest pressure of his teeth and suction— your jaw drops, hips snapping up against his mouth, rolling frantically against his tongue as you are thrust closer and closer to your release.

“Oh fuck, I’m—”

At your hoarse, unfinished warning, he abruptly pulls away, your walls clenching and hips jerking frantically in search of that last bit of pressure that would push you over the edge. A broken whimper rips from your throat, desperate pleas rushing from your lips. He hushes you with a soothing kiss, intertwining his hands with yours and pressing them to the mattress on either side of your head.

“Easy, love,” he hums chidingly, nipping gently at the raw flesh of your lower lip, “don’t want you coming just yet, now do we?”

“Fuck you.” You groan in lieu of a proper response.

A low laugh rumbles in his chest, his face lowering into the juncture of your throat where he presses slow, feathery kisses. “Get on your hands and knees… and I’ll do just that.”

For a moment, your mind went blank— just long enough for Minseok to grow impatient and take matters into his own hands.

You can only squeal as he suddenly plants his hands on your waist and flips you over with a roughness that is only brought out of him by the intoxicating, mind-altering cocktail of lust and desperation.

“Fuck, I need you so bad.” He growls, bruising grip forcing a broken whimper from your throat.

The sound of his belt coming undone has you clenching around nothing, wetness leaking from you core and glistening on the insides of your quivering thighs.

“Look at you,” he purrs in a low whisper, and you shiver as he glided two fingers through your slit, “fucking dripping for me.”

Hot need rips through you.

“Min.” You moan, fisting at his soft sheets “Fuck me.”

Patience has never been one of your virtues either.

Chuckling at your shameless desperation, Minseok pushes up against you, wet tip teasing at your entrance. The friction is less than insubstantial, nowhere near enough to satisfy the angry flames in your belly. Whispering a weak plea, you press your hips back, only to yelp as he delivers a sharp slap to your ass.

“Don’t be so fucking needy.” He taunts, smirking sadistically as you shudder and moan, leaking sticky arousal all over his cock.

A sudden round of loud laughter erupts from the living room, barely muffled by the wall separating you from certain exposure. Your head jerks at the sound, pulse spiking at the reminder that you were in fact not alone in his apartment and any noise made above a very specific decibel would most certainly give away to the rest of the boys exactly what filthy things you and Minseok were doing behind his closed bedroom door.

Your concern is short lived, though. Because as soon as he senses you’ve grown distracted, Minseok takes the liberty of thrusting himself into you. He only gives you the first inch or so, but even just that is enough to have you gasping in bliss, fingers curling tightly in his sheets. Behind you, Minseok lets out a hoarse, throaty groan, the heat of your wet core wrapped tightly around his sensitive tip a sensation he can never seem to get used to.

The sounds of your friends’ voices fade further and further from your mind with every shallow thrust of Minseok’s hips, slowly stretching your walls around his dick. It’s a fix you didn’t know you were in such hopeless need of, and now? Now, you just couldn’t get enough.

“More, Min. More, please— I need more.”

A low curse shudders from his lips, hard grip locking onto your hips as he braces his knees on the mattress. You’re barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s fucking into you at a speed that knocks the oxygen straight out of your lungs. Your arms give out, face dropping to the sheets and you quickly bite into it, muffling your moans and whimpers in the thick duvet.

Minseok isn’t all that much better off, fighting to restrain his own sounds of pleasure as your hot walls grip his cock greedily. But still, some leak out, and your arousal spikes at the hoarse groans that bleed through his tightly clenched teeth. You love hearing him, hearing his lust, so violent and uncontainable and contagious. It intoxicates you, polluting your blood with every jagged inhale, every broken gasp. It’s a high like no other and, selfishly, you revel in it.

Your back bows deeply when he presses a hand to it, forcing you down into the mattress as he leans his body over yours, reaching new depths with each sharp, deliberate stroke. In this position, you can see him just over the slope of your shoulder, see the deep furrow of his brow, the upward sneer of his mouth, the tight grip of his teeth on his swollen lower lip. Fuck, he looks so gorgeous like this; skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, tinted a sinful shade of red from the exertion.

Then, his eyes meet yours, and you nearly come undone then and there, the coil in your gut tightening dangerously as he holds your unfocused gaze. You barely notice the smirk that draws at the corners of his mouth, too busy drowning in the concupiscent depths of his stare. Too concerned with the heat consuming your belly to hear the telling click of a door handle being turned.

“Minseokie-hyung, we’re starting a movie do you guys want to—”

You recognize the voice, know even before you raise your head at break-neck speed who you’re going to find standing in the doorway, slack jawed and flushed an almost inhuman shade of pink.

Oh god.

Baekhyun is frozen. You can tell. He’s short circuiting. The look on his face alone tells you that his brain has stopped functioning entirely as his body’s most vital internal organ and his motor reflexes have failed to kick in.

You try to speak, to say something— anything to remedy the situation, to kick-start the poor boy into motion, but words fail you. For whatever reason, you can’t seem to get anything to come out of your useless mouth, and, at first, you can’t figure out why.

Not until you realize—

Minseok hasn’t stopped fucking you.

The movement of his hips hasn’t even faltered, not for a single second. He’s still drilling into you at a rate that robs you of your ability to form coherent speech, pounding at your cunt so roughly that you feel the reverberations of his every thrust rippling through the cells of your very being.

Did he not see him?

One glance over your shoulder tells you Minseok is well aware of Baekhyun’s presence, in fact, his dark gaze is fixated on him, no doubt one of the many things paralyzing the younger boy, rooting him to where he stands.

So… why hasn’t he stopped?

A myriad of emotions rush through you; most prominent among them being confusion, disbelief, and… arousal.

Arousal?

You don’t have time to ponder the unexpected feeling, a particularly harsh thrust of Minseok’s hips wrenching a cry of bliss from your lips.

The sound startles Baekhyun, his body jolting violently as he is ripped from whatever trance had taken hold of him. He whirls around, hands flying to cover his eyes as he gasps out trembling apologies. “I– oh my god, I am so sorry— I’m so sorry, I—” he surges back towards the door, no doubt with every intention of booking it out the sex-tainted bedroom as fast as his legs would take him.

“Stay.”

Baekhyun freezes.

“Stay.” Minseok repeats in a low grunt.

It’s not a request.

You’re too stunned to make sound, not quite understand what was going, but not quite hating it either. Minseok’s hips have eased into a slow grind, allowing you a moment to catch your breath and recuperate after the brutal fucking your pussy had just endured.

“I—” Baekhyun seems to choke on whatever words he’s trying to get out, still not facing you, “I’m sorry, I sh– should have knocked, but I didn’t th—”

“Shut up and close the door.” The growl in Minseok’s voice leaves no room for argument. Baekhyun extends an obedient albeit shaky hand, gently pushing the door short. You swallow thickly, muscles shuddering as Minseok rolls his hips lazily into yours.

“Min, why—”

“Don’t act oblivious.” He all but sneers. “You squeezed me so fucking tight the second you laid eyes on him I thought you were trying to take my dick off. And shit, you were wet before but now…” he lets out a low whistle, settling a rough palm on your ass, “now you’re goddamn gushing.”

Heat rushes to your face and your head drops in shame. Baekhyun twitches upon hearing Minseok’s words, chancing a shy, uncertain glance in your direction before quickly looking away.

“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now,” he scoffs, and you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or Baekhyun until he continues his merciless taunting, “weren’t you the one just ranting about how hot y/n is? How bad you wanted to fuck her?”

“Hyung!” Baekhyun yelps indignantly, eyes wide and cheeks red as he stares at his older friend in disbelief. “I– I was shit faced!”

“Drunk words are sober thoughts.” Minseok bites back easily, lips curled into a wicked grin.

The younger opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, so he hurriedly shuts it and turns away, glaring at the floor instead.

Now, your interest has peaked.

Pushing yourself up on shaky arms, you peer up at the boy still standing on the other side of the room, adamantly avoiding your gaze.

“Baek.” Your voice sounds hoarse and unsteady on your lips, barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to finally draw his attention, a shy upward flit of his eyes bringing them to yours. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of you, mouth trembling as unmistakable lust clouds his features. You wonder what you look like in that moment, what about you causes that vibrant red to rush up his neck and flood his face, causes him to bite into his lower lip so hard you’re almost certain the skin will break.

Minseok’s hips pulse and you moan softly, not breaking your eye contact with Baekhyun even as a wave of pleasure rolls over you. The younger shudders and swallows, hands curling into tight fists at his sides.

You like that he’s watching. You like that he’s seeing you in such an exposed, vulnerable state, all of your body, all of your need laid bare before him. It feels filthy to have him watch as Minseok fucks into you slowly, deeply from behind, feels dirty to have him watching the way you tremble and keen on his best friend’s thick cock.

But you like it. You really, really like it.

“Baek.” You murmur again, his name sounding like a plea as Minseok begins to pick up the pace once more.

Baekhyun’s chest heaves, his self control crumbling more and more with every sound that escapes your gaping mouth. He doesn’t seem to know where to look, attention jumping noncommittally from your hooded eyes to your swollen mouth to your breasts that bounce every time his hyung buries himself inside of you and lower still, dancing across the supple flesh of your thighs and the glistening heat that lies between them. He lets out an airy whimper, pretty hand twitching towards the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Please… touch yourself.”

The words are out before your brain can condone them, rushing from you in a breathless command. Baekhyun looks like he’s damn near ready to pass out. Regardless, he reaches for his zipper like a man possessed, slowly undoing it with quivering fingers.

Minseok suddenly wraps a strong arm around your waist, tugging you up and flush against his firm, sweat-slick chest. You feel the heat of his body radiating like a furnace, surrounding you and licking at your own naked body. You moan as his mouth falls to the curve of your throat, wet tongue dragging hotly over the perspiring skin. Eyes falling shut, you lean into him, gyrating your hips hungrily over his as you relish in his affections, edging closer and closer to your release.

By the time you reopen your eyes, Baekhyun has already pulled himself from the tight confines of his jeans. He’s pretty, that’s the first thing you notice. You’d never thought of dicks as being pretty in the past, but Byun Baekhyun has a pretty dick. A soft shade of pink and slightly curved, it’s the kind of cock you just wanna shove down your—

“Ah!” You cry out as Minseok suddenly sinks his teeth into the nape of your neck, the pain of his bite intertwining with the pleasure of his length pulsing within your walls, setting your nerves ablaze.

“Look how hard he is, baby. All from just watching you get fucked. You’re putting on a real show for him, aren’t you?” He growls against your throbbing skin, sliding a hand around your throat and squeezing ever so lightly. You can only whimper and nod frantically, watching transfixed as Baekhyun slides a closed fist gingerly down his cock, translucent precum leaking from his slit. His back meets the wall behind him with a soft thud, and he choked on a moan as he caresses his sensitive tip with a light swirl of his thumb.

“Oh fuck.” You pant, gripping onto the thick muscles of Minseok’s thighs, feeling them flex beneath your palms with every sharp thrust. Baekhyun’s hazy eyes find yours, pupils blown into an ocean of blackness within a thin ring of glinting umber. His delicate lips are wide open and gasping out quiet moans, soft cheeks burning with the flames of his lust.

Any shyness gradually fades from him, his reservations melting away the longer he looks at you, the longer he feels himself being intoxicated by the thick waves of shameless pleasure that radiate from you.

His head kicks back with a rasping groan, hips meeting the underside of his fist with each stroke. Still, his heady gaze refuses to break from yours.

“You want that cock, don’t you?” Minseok whispers huskily, lips feathering over the burning shell of your ear, followed by the graze of his teeth.

Something tightens in your gut. “M- Min—”

“You want his cock in your mouth. You want him filling that slutty throat, don’t you, baby?”

His voice is just loud enough to carry over to Baekhyun, and you see the younger boy jerk violently and whimper at the implication of his hyung’s filthy words, desperately speeding up his ministrations.

“Minseok, please—” you gasp, nearly in tears. It’s too much, too good, you won’t last. The pressure of his hand on your throat, his cocked pounding relentlessly into your cunt, the intensity of Baekhyun’s stare as he gets off to the sight of you being fucked stupid by his best friend. It’s too much.

A hand dips between your thighs, rough fingers easily locating your clit and setting to work. “Come on, baby. Cum for me.” Minseok grits, burying his face in your neck. It takes every ounce of self control in you to keep from screaming in pleasure as the full force of your orgasm strikes you. Your back arches, head falling back onto Minseok’s shoulder, nerves crackling with white hot electricity.

Baekhyun quickly covers his mouth as moans begin to pour from his lips, the sight of you coming undone hurdling him head first into his own high. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he hisses, knees buckling and hips stuttering as he spills hot cum over his knuckles.

Pulling out of you with a harsh curse, Minseok flattens a hand against the small of your back and pushes you down to the mattress, until your cheek is pressed to the sheets and your ass is raised in the air. With one last low groan, Minseok strokes himself to completion, releasing all across your arched back. You moan as it splatters messily on your skin, the dominant display making your exhausted core clench around nothing.

There’s a moment of silence, the only audible sounds heavy breathing and the muffled voices of unsuspecting company in the other room. And then, Baekhyun giggles. It’s a light, airy sound, a combination of disbelief and amazement that has your own lips curling lightly because— holy shit, did that really just happen?

Baekhyun hides his grinning lips behind the back of his non-cum covered hand as he speaks, eyes alight with boyish joy. “Wow. That was—”

“Get out of here, Baekhyun.” Minseok huffs, tugging at your legs until you’re laid out flat on your stomach, a much more comfortable position.

“Right, yes, sorry.” The younger boy quickly spins, tucking himself back into his jeans and hurrying back towards the door, only to pause when his clean hand wraps around the doorknob. Turning, he meets your gaze and offers a bashful smile. “T- Thank you.”

A big, lazy grin breaks across your face, a breathless chuckle bubbling in your chest.

“My pleasure, Baek.”

Blushing hotly, he whirls around and disappears out the door, shutting it gently behind him.

There’s a brief lull of silence, and then you break into a fit of laughter. You feel the way Minseok melts behind you at the sound, rough hands turning soft as they rub gently at your thighs— which will most definitely be sore by the morning.

“Don’t move.” He instructs, though any real authority has already leaked from his voice, leaving a gentle request that you’re more than happy to comply with. The bed dips as he moves away from you, taking all his tenderness and warmth right along with him. You shiver in his absence, letting out a grateful hum when he returns with a washcloth saturated with hot water. It feels like heaven as he runs it over your sweat-slick skin, apologizing with only the sweetest of kisses whenever he touches a tender spot and you wince.

“He’s never gonna let this go.” Minseok mutters against the back of your neck, maneuvering the cloth between your spread legs to scrub away any lingering stickiness.

Shuddering at the twinge of stimulation, you sing back playfully, “you’re the one that told him to stay.”

“You’re the one who wanted him to.” He snips.

“Touché.” You accept defeat with ease. No point in arguing with the truth.

Minseok tosses aside the rag once he’s finished wiping you down, and you let him rearrange your bodies until he finds a comfortable position. You end up between his legs, head leaning against his firm chest while he’s propped up against the headboard. Like this, he has no trouble peppering kisses across the slope of your neck and shoulder, fingers dancing across the skin of your belly, tracing miscellaneous shapes and designs.

You know you should probably return to the group occupying the living room. By this point, it would be shocking if they hadn’t grown suspicious of your long absence. But, you aren’t too keen on leaving the warmth of Minseok’s embrace, the idea of abandoning these sex stained sheets becoming less and less appealing with every second that ticks by.

Minseok is the first to pop the comfortable bubble of silence that had fallen over you as he asks, “Did you enjoy it?”

You nod, a small smile upturning the corners of your mouth as you take one of his hands in yours, playing absentmindedly with his fingers. “He was cute.”

“Yeah?” He hums, nose tickling your throat. “I’m cuter.”

Laughter trickles from your lips as you murmur your agreement.

“Hey, maybe next time…” you grin mischievously as a thought suddenly strikes you, “he can even touch me.”

You giggle in delight as Minseok growls, hot hand curling around your jaw and tugging your mouth to his, leaving only the slimmest of spaces between your lips as he whispers darkly,

“Not a fucking chance.”

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