#apex boyfriend scenarios

[dontbethatguy20]

Revenant Boyfriend Headcannons

@reid-levesque

He would insult you, but like in a nice way, if that makes sense. Like "That shirt looks ugly on you, you should change it to something more nice, your face is nice to look at but your clothes aren't."

Definitely would not do PDA, but in private, you probably still wouldn't get much, but you could get a hug and a kiss from him if you are very lucky.

He's definitely a cat person, or I guess cat robot, so if you have a cat, you bet your ass he's gunna like it (unless it's a clingy cat) he thinks dogs are annoying and have to much energy. But his favorite animal is probably a hyena.

He feel would find little things like key chains and think of you. He'll then take it and give it to you. This is one of the nicest things he'll do for you.

If you're short and you need help getting something or if you're too weak to open it, he'll insult or comment on your height or strength (not in a mean way), but he will help you with what you need.

If you are on a team together in the apex games, he'll protect you at all costs, especially in duos. It's the best way he can show he cares.

If you cry because of someone else's doing, he will kill them once he figures it out who it is, and if you don't tell him, he'll find out somehow and still kill them.

No one knows this, but sometimes, he does have hard days. He wishes so hard to be human agian and knows he can't anymore, and sometimes it will fill him rage or sometimes sadness. He'll actually let you comfort him after some convincing.

If you go out in public, most likely because he'll scare people and he just doesn't want to go. But if there is a place he can go without scaring people off, then he sometimes will.

He's the type of person to be like, "I can insult you, but others can't." If someone insults you in front of him, they can say goodbye to life. The same goes for flirting.

If you are in the drop ship and you are tired, too tired to even tuck in yourself, he'll do it for you quickly so that nobody sees him do it. He'll still do it somewhat quickly at home, just not as fast if they were in the ship.

Hope you are ok with bickering, cause you'll have to deal with him and loba bickering all the time, and it will be annoying very quickly.

He is a very jealous robot. He will indeed fight anyone he is slightly jealous of whether they flirt or just talk to you normally, and they make you laugh. And if it's another legend, he'll tell them to back off if an ally and if they just so happen to be so unlucky to be on and opposite team he'll make sure he'll get to them first to kill them off.

[clairdelunelove]

the way that yuuji becomes desperately eager whenever your kissing session with him manages to slip past the boundary of innocence.

it escalates into a scenario that’s directly ripped out of his wildest dreams. but don't get him wrong. he adores every and any type of kiss you grace him with. the casual kiss to his cheek whenever he brings you lunch. the comforting forehead kiss he receives when he’s had a particularly rough day. the teasing kiss nestled in the junction of his neck when his hands grip at you a bit too intimately in public. he’s over the moon. delighted and beyond grateful whenever he opens his eyes in the morning and catches a glimpse of you. whether you’re by his side or he’s waking up to a text from you in the morning. you’ve bewitched him to the point of no return. anyone can perceive it. how he’s brought to his knees by what he deems as the greatest gift in life— the opportunity to be yours. his love is unconditional, true, and pure. 

so imagine the epiphany that seeps within you when your sweet, doting boyfriend starts pressing searing kisses along your neck. it started with an innocent peck. he’s always naturally gentle whenever you’re involved. delicate touches despite the calluses on his hands from labor and strength. you had gently murmured your appreciation when he agreed to meet up with you so late during the night and spend some time with you. he vaguely remembers the reasoning behind your call, a brief comment about how you 'couldn’t sleep' and how it was 'nothing to be concerned about.' honestly, you just missed him. but he sprinted the entire way anyway. a figure with blushy pink hair weaving in and out of alleyways to cut across the neighborhood streets. too quick to actually notice unless you’re innately observant. he pauses in front of you, though. your wide eyes land on his flushed face as he sweeps a hand over his forehead to mop up the sweat from the intense run. and he’s even more attractive underneath the moon’s pale glow. in fact, his devotion towards your wellbeing meant so much that, by the time he can ask if anything was wrong, the two of you are stumbling through your bedroom door. 

it’s sudden. the bed creaks underneath yuuji’s added weight but it goes unnoticed by the male. or rather, it was the least of his concerns because now he’s focused on you. you’re so pretty. basked in radiance that knocks the wind out of him. causes his fingers to inch closer to you. and it’ll physically pain him if he doesn’t do anything so he encircles his arms along the curve of your waist, your hands are carded in his hair, and yuuji would be utterly stupid if he had any complaints. no, this was heaven. for some, this might’ve been labeled as a measly make out session but for yuuji— he believes that this is the bliss that people spend their whole lives trying to achieve.

he’s spiraling out of control due to your affection and soft noises. and clearly you’re not doing any better. your face burns in unabashed desire as he nips at your glossy lips and his next words have you keening. 

“sweet,” his voice comes out breathy and syrupy with want, “you’re so freakin' sweet.” 

lifting you by the underside of your thighs, he sets you down on his lap as a solution to close the gap. leans in to lick at your lips for another taste and pulls away with a dazed grin. there’s a dopey expression on his face. his pupils are blown wide and the tips of his ears are scarlet. vision clouded with you. feels the blood roar in his ears when he pushes the apex of your thighs down so your weight is entirely on him. a noise that borders a whine leaves his lips. and you can distinctively feel the heat of him underneath the thin fabric of your clothes. it’s hot and heavy. there’s no telling where you end and where he begins. 

“this can’t be real,” he chants, like he’s in disbelief of his fortune, “please let this be real.” 

and he’s reduced to blabbering now. brain short circuiting until he’s muttering about anything and everything that revolves around you. you’re soft, pliable underneath all his brawn. the contrast drives him to the brink— it always does. he lifts your hand to his face and presses chaste kisses up your arms. they’re soft, fleeting. that is, until he lays the flat of his hand against your lower back so you’re caving towards him. the squish of your chest on his is maddening. you feel like your body is on fire. wherever he touches you erupts in a warmth that won’t fizzle out and you know that you’re drowning in pleasure. but, like always, yuuji will be there to rescue you. 

“c’mere, pretty girl,” his fingertips brush alongside your hair, “wanna see you some more, yeah?” 

cradling your face in his hand, he squeezes at your cheeks until your glossy lips are puckered and willing. the epitome of tantalizing. his other hand snakes down to grasp onto the plush of your thigh and uses it as leverage to spread you open some more. unveil his present. you’re almost certain that the imprint of his fingers will be visible tomorrow but you can’t seem to care. his honeyed eyes are half lidded as he gazes at you. gulps to quell the tide of desire that flows within him. takes all of his restraint to be patient, let you adjust. he has all the time in the world.

vividly, he hears you panting; you’re breathless and shaky from his ministrations. falling into the delirium that yuuji casts upon you. yet, your fingers trail lower onto his abdomen, the muscles there involuntarily clench and he jerks forward to chase after your touch. he mumbles a quick apology only for his head to drop when you run an earnest hand over the same spot that has him seeing stars. a heady gasp escapes his lips, gets caught in his throat, and the obscene noise floods the room. the sticky sound rocks you to your core. 

your lashes flutter, eyes opening to glance at the door that’s left ajar, and shyly mention, “yuu. the door.” 

and it’s pathetic how quickly yuuji zips up to abide by your order. never allowing you to repeat your words twice because he’s actively listening to you. 

“right!” he stutters, a bit too enthusiastically considering that the change of pace makes his head dizzy, “I’ll close it.” 

moving awkwardly to compensate for the tightness in his lower attire, he gently knocks your knees when he stands and almost face plants as he scrambles to the door. sucking in a breath, he inwardly scolds himself for his clumsiness.

"way to ruin the mood, loser," he ruminates.

embarrassment evident in the way he catches himself before he trips due to his willingness to get back to you. so desperate, so eager to please you. naturally, you’re stifling a laugh when he shuffles back to you.

he plops down on the bed, clears his throat, and widely grins to point out the obvious, “I’m back.” 

and goodness, your heart explodes just from his presence. your sweet boy. you’re even more obsessed with him. his cheeks are a glowy, reddened hue. lips kiss-bitten by your undoing. he runs a hand through his frazzled hair, attempting to pat down the parts that stick up due to your previous touches and scrunches his nose when his actions are futile. you instinctively reach out to help and his eyes immediately soften. 

the boyish charm he has never fails to put a smile on your face and you’re replying before you can think better of it, “wanna continue?” 

and the next kiss you share is followed by an overly eager yuuji. it's filled with toothy grins and soft giggles— inherently him. your heart swells and soars.

[seuonji]

彡on a variety show w your svt bf!

๑ idol!svt x idol!yn secret relationship series! no storyline, just fun.

one ๑ two ๑ three ๑ four ๑ five ๑ six ๑ seven #mlist

notes ๑ variety show 'my alcohol diary' has mentions of drinking & getting drunk.

your group plays esports (valorant, leave of legends, apex, etc) against svt as a hybe special!

wonwoo gives you a look when you both sit at the end of your respective tables, you on the right, him on the left making you two sort of beside each other.

as you both play, the host points out that your skills are extremely good. your group member brings up the fact that recently you’ve been spending a lot more time gaming in your free time to which wonwoo rests his head on his hand to cover his smile knowing that he’s the reason you’ve been gaming more. the host adds on that your play style is a bit similar to wonwoo giving both groups chills. “perhaps it’s what’s adapted after a long time of playing,” you calmly respond.

on the other hand with soonyoung— he keeps messing up, at one point he shot one of his members, “the keyboard isn’t following what i want to do.” and you’d fr just face palm yourself. the host mentions, “even yn is getting tired of your antics.” “what antics!? im really trying.” you hope he can make it when technology evolves further. after filming you meet up with him. “wasn’t i cool earlier?” he asks. “i think my baby cousin can beat you.”

jeonghan would be such a menace in this scenario cause omg he would target you. like if he spots you he will not stop shooting and chasing until he gets you— your group member watching all of this go down would try to shoot jeonghan yet somehow he’s dodging and still hunting you down— “let me breathe!?” jeonghan shouts at your member. “you’re not letting ME breathe?” you shout back.

๑

random play dance! (random song is played and you have to dance the correct choreography)

beforehand you'd ask seungkwan to help you with the dances but he was not about to help you out while you were in a different group! until in one of the rounds where you looked lost, seungkwan comes to the front and dances clearly as a way to help you. "you're helping the other groups! get to the back," competitive seungcheol would shout. "sorry i got excited," seungkwan laughs it off. being fr tho how does that man know that many choreographies.

i imagine seokmin/mingyu would whisper to you, "i got you, just follow me," and then he would be one of the first to be eliminated.

vernon keeps on looking at you and copying your dance— you can’t help but laugh at his facial expressions when he doesn’t know the dance but also somehow he’s surviving.

wherever you are in the arena, chan always ends up beside you.

๑

youngji's program 'my alcohol diary'

you’d go alone to promote your groups album. your episode was relatively short— they covered it up with 'yn got drunk super fast' but actually, whether you have a high tolerance or not, in the end when you got drunk, you just kept on gushing about your boyfriend. (bf can be any member)

when youngji asked you to teach her the dance of your song you went through it step by step until a certain part, “oh soonyoung choreographed this part and i gave it as a suggestion and it made the cut to the official choreo,” you said with a big smile. // “my boyfriend likes this part,” you danced the bit then nonchalantly continued to teach youngji but she’s standing, there still in shock of everything she’s heard.

after filming, your boyfriend would pick you up and take care of you till you sober up.

the next day youngji would message and reveal something to you.

yn: im so sorry for the short episode run-

youngji: if it makes you feel better, seungcheol/soonyoung/mingyu/minghao talked about you way more than you did about them.

๑

chinese whisper game as a mini game (there’s a given word/phrase and the word is passed on through all players, last players needs to shout it out word for word)

you’re standing in front of jeonghan/minghao and he keeps on blowing into your ear before he starts actually saying the given phrase—

but if it was the noise cancellation version (have to read lips or body actions to get the word/phrase)

seungcheol pouted at you when you couldn’t understand what he was saying which a lot of viewers found weird since he would usually only do that with his members.

you almost hug jeonghan/joshua/wonwoo when he got the word correct—

jun/wonwoo/jihoon keeps on giving you high-fives every round.

you consider choking soonyoung when he can’t get the word correct for shit.

you and minghao/chan kept on bickering over the way he would execute the word. the staff and your members would be more interested on how you guys fight rather than the word being finally passed over to the last person.

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Misery Business

Requested by: @crazymelascula

I was listening to Colson's cover of Misery Business and it made me cry again. And I kind of wanted to read something like the scenario of the song, only in the cover version and going through Colson's vision.

A/N: Sorry it took a little while to get this request out and hold other requests! I just wasn't really sure how to start the storyline but I hope it works and I did actually really enjoy writing it in the end. Enjoy!

Warnings: little fluff, little smut

This is fucking torture. I swear every time I see them together it makes me want to gag or gauge my eyes out or both. They’re so lovey dovey. I wish I could tell her he’s a fucking fake. That he spends all his time with her being all warm and friendly but when she’s not around, he’s a fucking prick. I know what would happen though. She’s so caught up in every piece of crap that spews from his mouth that the second I say something negative about him, she’ll clamp up like a shell and never listen to a word I say. I’ll lose one of the closest friends I’ve ever had and the only girl I think I may actually love, all for that pompous ass. No fucking way, I’d rather sit through the torture. Watching them kiss, the way he pushes a loose strand of hair out of her eyes, the way she smiles at him like he’s the most amazing guy in the world. Gag.

“You ok Kells? You’ve barely touched you lunch,” Rook asks me disapprovingly as he looks down at my almost full plate. Everyone's eyes, including hers, turn to look at me.

“Yeah, just not as hungry as I thought I was,” I mumble without taking my eyes off Y/N. She frowns but doesn’t say anything.

“Well, considering you’re not hungry…” Rook trails off while practically drooling over my food.

“Go for your life Rook, I’m going to get some air.” 

I shove my plate in his direction and push away from the table. I head outside and take a deep sobering breath. I pull out a cigarette from my pocket and take a deep inhale. The burning feeling in the back of my throat is a welcome change from the lump that’s been sitting there all evening. I look up at the night sky, the stars completely invisible behind the pollution of the city, and try to calm my thoughts. The black abyss is comforting in some ways I guess. I take a smaller inhale of my cigarette this time and watch the cloud my exhale creates.

“That’s not the way to get fresh air,” I hear a soft voice behind me and my body instantly stills. I turn to see Y/N smirking at me that pisses me off and drives me wild all at the same time.

“I guess I should’ve just said I needed a smoke instead,” I admit as I take another inhale and stomp the rest of the cigarette out under my boot.

“I don’t think anything you said would’ve made your behaviour any less weird but I guess whatever helps you sleep at night,” she chuckles with a shake of her head.

That strand of hair shakes and nestles itself right back into Y/N line of vision again. I wait a few seconds for her to move it but she doesn’t, she just looks at me, waiting for me to speak. I reach out, before I can stop myself, and push the strand behind her ear. My fingertips drift over the flesh of her neck and I hear her small gasp at the contact. I want to immediately rip my hand away but my curiosity creeps in like a sick motherfucker and I want to explore her reaction more. I trail my fingertips from behind her ear, down her neck and stop at the apex of her collarbone. She’s holding her breath, I can tell as I can’t feel her chest rising and falling as my fingers follow along her collarbone to the top of her sternum. 

“Colson, I have to-” she starts to say something but is rudely interrupted.

“Babe, you out here?” her prick of a boyfriend calls out from the door and if I didn’t want to kill him before, I definitely want to now.

“Yes honey, I was just about to come in!” she calls back over her shoulder. 

She gives me a stiff smile before turning around and rushing to her boyfriend’s side. He eyes me from the door and the smug look on his face tells me the asshole picked his timing perfectly. I have to use all of my strength not to stride over to the door and smash his face until it’s nothing but pieces of broken bone and torn flesh but my mind keeps obsessing over what Y/N was going to say.

“Colson, I have to tell you I’m in love with you. My boyfriend isn’t really my boyfriend and he’s just some guy I chose to make you jealous. I just want to be with you and no one else, I swear.”

I have to snort at my own idiotic fantasy. Even I don’t believe the shit my own brain spouts out half the time. I shake my head to clear my mind. All I want to do is focus on how she reacted when I touched her. That has to mean something, right? She didn’t stop me when I continued to touch her. If she didn’t like me in any romantic way at all, would she have ever let me touch her like that? I wish I could read her mind sometimes. A thought I’ve never had about any other woman I’ve ever met in my life.

8 months later

8 months of hell. I don’t want to say I’m ‘happy’ about the situation by any means. I know Y/N is hurting and that fucking kills me. I want to comfort her, I want to be there for her but I don’t know how to be. I keep stressing that I’m going to say the wrong thing or that I won’t be able to handle seeing her upset and I’ll do something to that prick that I shouldn’t. That would just make things worse and I don’t want to do that to her.

When my phone rings, I don’t think much of it. It’s 2pm on a Sunday afternoon and I’ve been sitting in my bed, staring at the blank TV screen and waiting for the day to pass. I answer my phone without looking at the caller ID and her meek, defeated voice fills my ears.

“Hey Kells, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. I just…” her timid voice drifts off into silence and I’m instantly on edge.

“You’re never an interruption darling. What’s up?” I try to keep my voice light but I know I sound fake as fuck.

“I um…I don’t know if you heard but me and…uh Lucas…” she takes a deep breath before continuing. “We broke up and I guess I was just feeling lonely and wondered if maybe you’d…want to come hang out?”

I’m up and out the door before I can even think twice about it. I don’t care if it’s a good idea or not. Y/N wants me. She wants me. That’s all that could possibly matter to me right now. She could’ve called any of our friends but she chose me. That has to mean something right? Fuck it. Who cares right? 

“Don’t overthink it!” my brain keeps screaming it at me over and over as I drive down the expressway to her place. My nerves are on edge, I’m jittery and I’m driving like a dick but I don’t care. I just want to get to her before she changes her mind and calls to cancel on me. I couldn’t handle that right now. My body is literally willing me to get to her as quickly as possible. I don’t know what I expect to happen. She did just break up with a guy she was with for an entire year. I can’t go in there expecting too much from her but I can’t help the small butterflies that form in the pit of my stomach as her apartment comes into view.

I practically run up the stairs to the third floor and I’m so winded as I stand outside her door that I have to wait a few moments to collect myself. I tap lightly on the door and hear a muffled “come in”. I open the door gently and I am kind of shocked by what I see.

The apartment is a mess. There’s a concoction of empty takeaway containers, beer bottles, half drunk spirit bottles and abandoned coffee cups. The curtains are drawn so the room sits in a half darkness, light trying to peek through the windows. The whole room smells stale and the air is suffocating. I never thought I’d be the ‘let in the light and fresh air’ guy but I’m leaning that way today. My eyes settle on the crumpled body on the sofa and all my petty thoughts dissipate. The whole apartment could be fucking burning but all I’d care about is the broken woman in the middle of the room. Even in faded old sweats, she’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Jesus, you look like me after a tour finishes,” I try to lighten the mood with a joke but all she can manage is a weak, half smile.

‘Good work dickhead!’ my mind scolds me and I internally cringe.

“What do you need, honey?” I ask her softly.

I feel lost. I’ve always seen Y/N as a strong, independent woman with a smart mouth and an alcohol tolerance that most men couldn’t compete with. Seeing her barely able to lift her head to look in my direction makes my heart break and my fists clench. All I want is to have a bloody, semi-conscious Lucas on the floor begging for me to stop.

“I don’t- I don;t know. I just…” Y/N tries to speak but it’s as if her brain can’t find the words. She looks at me and gives me that weak smile again and my chest throbs.

“I’ll do anything for you, you know that,” I practically plead for her to make me feel useful.

She looks at me with glassy eyes and I can feel myself splitting in two. She holds her arms out to me and I rush to her side, crushing her to my chest. She sobs and it rakes through her whole body. I rub my hand up and down her back and whisper, what I hope are, soothing words into her ear as she falls apart in my arms. If I could take away every bit of pain with just my words and my embrace, I would in a fucking heartbeat.

I’m not sure how long we sit there for before the crying stops. Y/N breathing eventually slows and we sit there in a comfortable silence, her hand wrapped around the collar of my shirt, holding me in place as if I’m going to disappear if she doesn’t anchor me. I duck my head after a little while and her eyes are closed, her breathing deep and restful. I watch her sleep for a little bit. The tension in her shoulders has eased and her lips have parted slightly, relaxing her jaw. She has her leg lying on top of my thigh and her whole body is faced towards me, almost as if she knows I’m here to protect her. I can feel the rise and fall of her chest with each breath she takes.

The front door opens slowly and I whip my head towards it that I worry my whole body jolted and I may have woken Y/N. I look down and see her face is still peacefully asleep. I turn my attention back to the door and Ashleigh is looking around, mouth agape, taking in the semi-disaster zone. I hold my finger against my lip and signal for her to be quiet before directing my eyes down to the comatose girl in my arms.

Ashleigh doesn’t say anything, she just silently cleans around us. Removing every piece of trash, organising the half empty spirit bottles into her kitchen cabinet and wiping down every surface with disinfectant. She finds a few candles to scatter around the place to help with the stale smell. She opens the window in Y/N’s bedroom and the kitchen to help with some ventilation. I scowl at her when she tries to open the ones in the living room and she backs away to make a shopping list of groceries. I can’t help but be jealous that Ashleigh is doing all of that stuff for Y/N instead of me. I just continue to sit on the sofa, holding her. 

Ashleigh moves around me as if I’m not even in the room and I’m glad. She catches me staring a couple of times but I try to pretend like I’m just glancing every now and again to make sure Y/N is comfortable and that she’s still asleep.

“You know you’re not fooling anyone, right?” she whispers as she sits in front of me on the now clean coffee table. I frown at her, trying to convey innocence but my heart is hammering inside my chest. My arm instinctively tightens around Y/N and Ashleigh’s eyes zero in on the gesture. “We all know you’re in love with her, so why don’t you just save yourself the stress and just tell her?”

“Yeah, that’ll end well,” I scoff and shake my head defiantly. What a ridiculous idea! She just broke up with her boyfriend for fuck sake.

Wait, was I meant to deny my feelings first? Shit!

“Ok fine. Here’s something to ponder while you sit there pretending to not stare at her, ok?” I nod my head and Ashleigh stands and moves towards the front door. “She hasn’t slept this long in weeks and the moment you arrive, she’s out like a light.” Ashleigh opens the door and begins to leave but she stops herself. She ducks her head back, a shit eating grin on her face. “And if that doesn’t convince you, when she wakes up, ask her why Lucas and her broke up.”

Before I can respond, Ashleigh closes the door and I’m left to sit there and let my brain create 5000 reasons why they broke up and why that would encourage me to tell her how I feel. I’m going insane after an hour and I’m so tempted to wake Y/N just so I can ask her, when suddenly she bolts upright and searches the room, confused and disorientated. She spots me beside her and her cheeks fill with colour.

“What time is it?” she asks, stretching her arms above her head, her shirt dragging up her torso, exposing her hips and her lower stomach. It takes all my strength not to focus on her exposed skin.

‘She asked you a question perv!’ my brain screams at me

“Um- 5:30,” I fumble with my phone, trying to ignore that her arms are back down but that she hasn’t pulled her t-shirt back into place.

“Wow, I haven’t slept that long in…Well, actually, I can’t remember how long it’s been,” Y/N chuckles and looks around the room again. “Has Ashleigh been here?” she raises an eyebrow at me and all I can do is nod like a fucking idiot. “I was going to say, I don’t think I’ve seen you clean anything the whole time I’ve known you,” she laughs and I scowl at her.

“Oh so now you’re going to insult me, huh?” I try to act pissed off but her full smile and bright eyes are hard to resist. It’s strange how different she looks now compared to when I walked in a few hours ago.

“Is it an insult if it’s true?” 

She places her finger to her chin as if she’s deep in thought, in a cocky professor kind of way. I grab her wrist and tackle her so she’s on her back. She’s thrashing around and laughing so hard she almost has tears in her eyes. I’m so intoxicated by her bubbly mood that I just want to keep her laughing. I grab her other wrist and secure it with her other one, using my free hand to tickle the side of her stomach.

“Oh yeah? So true huh? I might not be able to clean but I definitely know all your ticklish spots, don’t I? So who’s the real boss here?”

“Oh. My. God!” she squeals. “If you keep doing that I’m going to wet myself,” she gasps between breaths while still laughing. 

I stop tickling her but I don’t release her wrists. I hover above her, staring down at her flushed face. She looks up at me and smiles that devastating smile that has always driven me wild. I don’t know why but I can feel a tension building in my body as I continue to hold myself above her, completely in control but helpless at the same time. My brain is screaming at me to get off her but my body refuses to listen. My eyes dip to her lips as she wets them slowly with her tongue and my whole body tingles. I look back up at her eyes for a second before slamming my lips onto hers.

There’s a rush that fills my body the moment Y/N starts to kiss me back, which is almost instantly. My skin erupts with goosebumps and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. As our kiss deepens, I manipulate my tongue between her lips and she moans. Nothing else in the world matters other than that single moan. The pure ecstasy I feel from that one sound, makes me want to make her do it over and over again until her voice is hoarse. I run my hand down her body, lightly caressing her breasts, down her stomach, her thighs. Every time my hand touches her, she moans. 

I pull away from her lips and kiss down her neck and across her collarbones. Not only is she moaning now but her hips are now gyrating against me and it makes all the blood in my body rush to one place. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life and I immediately know I have to do something about it. I grab Y/N’s hand and yank her off the couch and drag her down to her bedroom. I open the door and fling her willing body onto the bed. 

I don’t know why I do it but I look around the room and my eyes, almost automatically, land on a picture of Y/N and Lucas sitting on her bedside table. My body goes cold, all blood draining from where it was and I somehow feel dirty. Y/N is still lying on the bed, panting and dazed from our sudden change of venue. I want to kiss her again. Hell I want to do way more than just kiss her but my mind is pushing its way in in a very nagging sort of way.

‘Why did her and Lucas break up?’ it keeps repeating, over and over again, louder and louder each time.

“Kells, what’s wrong?” Y/N has just realised that I’m still standing at the end of the bed, staring into space.

“I-I. Listen, I’ve wanted this for so long, believe me when I tell you that I can’t believe I’m even asking this fucking question but if I don’t hear the answer, my obsessive brain will bug me forever,” I’m trying my best to explain my intentions but judging by the look on Y/N’s face, I’m not making myself very clear. “Why did you and… Lucas,” I grit my teeth at his name, “break up?” I blurt out with any real tact or consideration for her reaction.

“Wh-what?” she sits up and pulls her knees to her chest, as if she’s trying to cacoon herself from the mention of his name.

I just…You haven’t really spoken to me since it happened and it seemed kind of sudden and I didn’t really know the answer. So when you were asleep, Ashleigh told me to ask you and I didn’t want to wake you so my mind, which was running a million miles an hour may I add, was trying to think about possible reasons why Ashleigh would want me to ask you in the first place and then all the possible reasons why you two did break up after a year. Does that make any sense to you because I’m fucking dizzy.”

“What was the context of your conversation that Ash would tell you to ask me about the break up? You hated him. I would think you of  all people would be glad it’s over, not dwelling on why it ended. You can’t even fucking say his name without gritting your teeth for god’s sake!” she gets to her feet and angrily squares her body in my direction. “I can’t fucking believe that we were just about to do- whatever the fuck we were about to do and YOU, of all people, want to take a timeout to talk about L-Lucas,” she stutters on his name and I can’t help but feel a little guilty but I know exactly what she’s trying to do.

“You still haven’t answered the question and don’t think for a second that what we were about to do, isn’t going to happen. I told you, I���ve waited a long fucking time for this and I want to be 100% focused because I want to remember that moment for the next fucking 20 years or however the fuck long I’ve got. Now, answer the goddamn question.” 

I step up to her and put both hands on the sides of her face to force her to look at me. Her breath hitches a little and returns, hollow and ragged. She bites her bottom lip and I almost lose my self-restraint but I have to hear her answer. Ashleigh told me for a reason. She would never say something just to mess with my head. Y/N sighs and I turn my attention back to her.

“He…well he accused me of being…in love with someone else,” she mumbles while staring down at her feet.

“Ok? So he accused you, how did that end in a breakup?” I’m struggling to see the connection. Just because someone accuses you of something, even cheating, doesn’t automatically make that person right.

“I-I couldn’t…deny it,” she mumbles again and tries to pull away from me. 

I grab her wrists and pull her back to me, not allowing her to escape for even a second. I don’t want to let her go because I don’t want her to change her mind. My mind is racing, trying to pick apart what she’s saying, her lack of eye contact and her general uncomfortable body language. 

‘Wait, is there somebody else?’

I immediately take a step back from Y/N and drop her wrists as that thought crosses my mind. Here I was trying so hard to dissect what she was saying, that I was missing the fucking point entirely! The entire facts are, Lucas accused her of being in love with someone, she couldn’t deny it and so he broke up with her and SHE’S IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE. 

“There’s someone else,” I whisper and I hate how defeated my voice sounds. It completely gives away my feeling of utter disappointment.

I don’t think I have the strength to endure watching her in another relationship. Spending all my time secretly wishing it was me that got to kiss her, hold her hand, make her laugh. Resenting the other guy entirely based on a prejudice they don’t even know I have. I mean if I really think about it, was Lucas actually a bad guy or did I just hate him because I wanted to be him? 

It’s Y/N turn to close the gap between us and reach for me. She grabs my large hand in both of her small ones, twisting it around as if she’s studying it deeply. My flesh erupts into goosebumps again at the feeling of her warm touch. She trails a finger up my arm to feel them and lightly traces my tattoos. She doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, almost as if she’s hoping her touch will convey her message enough. I want to rip my arm away. Stop her from trying to comfort me, her poor attempt to soften the blow but I’m enjoying the feeling of her touch too much to stop it. I want to savour these last few moments of bliss with her. Before the soul crushing reality hits when I leave her.

“It’s you,” she murmurs so softly, I’m fairly sure that I misheard her and it’s just my shitty brain trying to make myself feel better.

“What?” I duck to reach her eye level and she reluctantly makes eye contact with me.

“Lucas accused me of being in love with you and I couldn’t deny it, so we broke up instead,” she explains matter of factly, as if what she just said hasn’t flipped my entire world and made me see stars.

“What are you talking about?” my brain is trying to connect the dots but it’s failing miserably.

“He started to get suspicious the night we went to the restaurant and he found us outside…talking. He pretty much said from then on that he kept an eye on you in case you made a real move, which obviously you never did,” she chuckles but when I don’t join in, she stops and continues her story. “For months he thought maybe he was just being paranoid and then…one night about 2 months ago, after we came to your place for Casie’s birthday, I had a dream about you and I…well you could imagine. I guess I must’ve said your name in my sleep and then he started to notice little things. Sometimes he’d catch me watching you, the way I’d hug you for a second too long, the way you could always make me laugh, even if no one else in the room found you funny, all the time we spent together just the two of us, our constant texting and phone calls. I guess just my general attitude towards you. He got suspicious and 3 weeks ago he confronted me about being in love with and I…didn’t deny it. He ranted and raved at how he’d wasted the last year of his life with me. He…um… told me once a whore you're nothing more and he left.” 

I’m completely shocked. I don’t know what to say to her. To say I’m ecstatic would be a fucking understatement. I would also like to bash his skull in for calling my sweet, innocent Y/N a whore but I push those feelings down. I feel some satisfaction in knowing that my original opinion of him being a shitty person was right but I just want to focus on the good parts. Like the fact that she didn’t lie about her feelings, just to keep a relationship with said shitty person. I keep replaying it in my head. 

‘She’s in love with me. She’s in love with me. Me, she wants me and no one else.’

“If you could say something out loud, that would really help my blood pressure because I think I’m having a heart attack at the anticipation?” she bites her lip again and stares at me longingly.

“Ash wanted me to ask you why she broke up because she thought it would help me decide whether or not to tell you that I’m in love with you. That was the context of our conversation earlier if you were wondering. I guess what I’m saying is, I think you’re the only one for me and I think I’ve known that for a long time.” Y/N smiles shyly at me and drops her eyes back to my hand.

“Damn. I guess in some sick way, I owe Lucas 50 bucks,” she laughs and drags me to the bed with her.

“Wait, why would you owe that asshole anything?” I stumble behind her, confused but curious.

“He sarcastically bet me $50 that you felt the same way as me but I snorted in his face and called me a deranged man. I guess he had a right to be suspicious of you,” she grins at me as she sits on the bed and I sit down next to her.

I don’t really want to think about him anymore. I want to enjoy this moment with Y/N, without the distraction of anyone else. For now it’s just the two of us who know what we’ve just confessed to and it feels sexy and exciting. Right now, I can kiss her freely, I can touch her without being cautious, I can make her moan and come apart under me, above me, in front of me. Which reminds me.

“Before we take this any further, I think you should tell me what that dream was that made you moan my name?” I smirk at her and she instantly blushes bright red. She grabs the collar of my t-shirt again and drags my face towards her.

“How about instead of telling you, I just show you?” she asks while innocently batting her eyes at me and all the blood in my body rushes back to the only spot that matters right now.

One year later

From that day onwards, we were inseparable. I’ve never been so in love with any woman in my entire life and I spend every waking moment showing it. Y/N was right. Lucas should’ve been suspicious of me the whole damn time they were together because now that she’s mine, I’m never letting her go. 

We ran into him at a party once and to say that guy hates me, is an understatement. I never meant to brag but having her on my arm when we walked into that party and seeing his face drop, I couldn’t help but feel a little pride. He fucking has it out for me and didn’t keep himself from showing it but it didn’t stop me from wearing the biggest smile and for that, I will never apologise. I have the woman I love more than life itself and I will spend the rest of my life making her wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving him.

[kingkatsuki]

Warnings: 18+, consensual somnophilia!

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to see the first rays of sunlight peeking through your parted blinds, drifting into the room and illuminating everything in a warm glow. Low pants sounding from the body beside you as you turned slowly, careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend. Resting your head on his strong tricep that lay flat along the bed beneath you, you began to allow your eyes to wander. The low, guttural moans leaving his parted lips filled your silent bedroom, his breath coming out in soft, soft pants as you felt the muscles in his arm clench beneath you.

“Suki,” You murmured, pressing a kiss against his strong pectoral as you cozied yourself into the apex of his shoulder, nuzzling into his armpit and taking in the scent of him. The smell that made you feel safe, secure and wanted. Seeing no sign of Bakugou awakening you began to trail the tips of your fingers along his exposed chest, starting off around his collarbone before allowing them to drift lower, drawing an imaginary line along his sternum. Your eyes focused on his facial expression, watching his nose scrunch slightly before a content murmur spilled past his lips. These times early in the morning were when you saw the side of Bakugou Katsuki no one else got to see, the side reserved just for you. You cherished this honour, knowing that you had to be someone important to him in order to be granted access to this side and it wasn’t to be taken for granted.

The dull whimper of your name leaving his mouth caused your lips to curve into a grin against his side, your teeth grazing his skin as you knew exactly what he was dreaming about in this moment, your hand continuing its journey lower to confirm your suspicions. Fingers dancing through the neat tufts of his pubic hair as you felt his hardened erection beneath the sheets. The quick jolt of his body when you first made contact with the appendage made you gasp in surprise, almost thinking you’d managed to wake him up in the moment but he stayed deathly still. Soft moans still spilling out from between his lips as you watched the soft rise and fall of his chest.

Waiting a moment you slowly curled your fingers around his girth, your thumb grazing his tip to feel a bead of pre-cum leaking from his slit. Smoothing the moisture along his length as you gave him a gentle pump, watching his eyebrows furrow as his breathing began to hasten. Delicately slinging one of your thighs over his own naked one to give you a better position as you began to stroke his cock, listening to the gentle whines and whimpers that left his body at your actions. Trying to pull your name from his mouth again, to hear him say it even in his dreams as you worked him towards his release.

What was he dreaming about? What position were you in? Where were you? You tried to imagine your own scenario in your mind as you continued to jerk his length, your tongue now poking out to swirl around his taut nipple, feeling it harden at your touch.

“Baby-,” the name was so clear you thought at first he’d woken up, your eyes looking up at his face to see him still asleep, his eyelids flickering as you slowed your motions. The displeased grunt that left him at this made you smile, deciding now to slide between his parted thighs.

Leaning down to capture the fresh ooze of pre that had gathered on his tip you felt his hips jerk against the bed, pushing his length against your tongue. Your eyes focused on his response as you allowed the pad of your tongue to stroke his tip, curling around the underside of his cock before slowly taking him into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked his head, your hand reaching down to fondle his balls as you began a slow, gentle motion. Taking more of him in as your tongue followed the prominent veins on the underside of his shaft, listening as his breathing seemed to quicken, another dull murmuring of your name slipping from his semi-conscious state.

Feeling the bulging head of his cock hit the back of your throat as you pulled back, spit slipping down his skin to help lubricate him as you paused for breath. His hard length was poised and ready for you to take him back in as you angled your head, trying to take as much of him inside your mouth as you began to bob your head along him.

“Mornin’ Princess.” The husky voice of your boyfriend sounded as you gazed up at him from beneath your lashes, “Fuck, don’t look at me like that.” You watched Bakugou close his eyes again, a strained look on his face as he tried to calm his overstimulated body down.

The sound of his voice was always enough to send a tingle flowing throughout your body but there was something extra special about the tone of his voice first thing in the morning. When he was vulnerable and not fully coherent, the drowsy tone sending pleasurable jolts directly to your clit as you stopped yourself slipping a hand between your parted thighs to ease your ache.

“Morning sleepyhead,” You teased, your lips still circling his cock as your teeth grazed the tip, “What were you dreaming about?”

“I think you can guess.” You felt his large palm touch the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair as he pushed your mouth back down on his cock, grunting in pleasure when he felt himself hit the back of your throat. The quick action made you gag around him, the sound making him twitch inside you as the muscles in his thighs tightened, obviously close to his climax.

“Gonna let me cum in that pretty little mouth?” You hummed around him in affirmation, fondling his balls with more fervour as you felt his grip on your head tighten, your nose brushing against his pubic hair as he held your head down on him.

“Shit, baby. So fuckin’ good.” Your thighs rubbed together to ease the ache in your core at his praise, trying not to gag as you felt his release spill into your waiting mouth, hitting the back of your throat as you pulled yourself up, Bakugou’s hand moving down to gently wrap around your throat, feeling you swallow his cum.

You hummed gently as you pulled back from his length, a string of saliva connecting you to him as it glistened in the morning light, breaking off as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand. Sitting on your knees between his thighs as you stroked your fingers along his toned stomach.

“You going to tell me what happened in your dream?” You were genuinely curious what had happened in the dream, wanting to know what had managed to get him so riled up.

Bakugou’s strong hands grasped your hips, making you gasp in surprise as he lifted you up his body, your hands coming out to steady yourself against the headboard as vermilion eyes looked up at you, a smug smirk on his features. His nose nuzzling your wet slit as he pressed against your clit, the movement making you throw your head back as you bit your lower lip.

“How about I show you?”

[tetsuwhore]

would Kenma oppose to helping his girl out if she was on her period and she needed some stress relief? I don’t think he’d mind? What’s your opinion?

warnings: smut, period sex, blood

(scenario below the cut)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

i don’t think he’d be opposed to it either!! he doesn’t seem like the type to be squeamish about the blood itself, but the mess? all the time spent cleaning up and changing the sheets afterwards? he’s not a fan of the inconvenience.

but but

shower sex in the mornings? no mess, no fuss? hell yeah he’s down.

so say, its already been a shitty start to the day - you woke up all grouchy, every part of your body feels painfully sore, and great, now you have to take care of the blots of red staining your blanket.

everything about the day has already managed to irritate you, and it shows in how you practically stomp out of the bedroom, dirty sheets bundled up in one hand, fresh clothes folded in the other.

amidst all that, you miss the sharp, golden eyes that follow your form as you move to the bathroom.

you’re still busy quietly grumbling to yourself when you’re in the shower, too preoccupied to notice your boyfriend quietly enter the bathroom and strip off his clothes.

so of course, you could be forgiven for jumping with a startled squeak when you feel the warmth of skin pressing up against your wet back, and an arm circling your waist.

your startled noise of surprise melts into a breathy moan when warm lips press into the crook of your neck, mouthing little kisses and nips along the sensitive skin of your throat.

it grows into an embarrassed shriek when you feel slender fingers snaking down your stomach, rough pads reaching for the apex between your thighs.

“relax.”

you find yourself automatically obeying the steady voice at your ear, eyes fluttering shut and body falling pliant into the hard chest behind you.

the pads of his index and middle finger hover over your soaked slit, gathering the slickness collected there before running it over your clit in slow, circled movements.

you’re a squirming, trembling mess already, and you probably would’ve long since buckled to your knees if it wasn’t for the firm arm pressed up around your abdomen.

the back of your head lolls weakly against his shoulder. the burn of sharp, feline eyes is practically tangible.

you know he’s watching.

you can feel his gaze on your expression, drinking in the way you screw your eyes shut and hold your mouth open to release sharp, breathy moans in tandem with the press of his fingers at your throbbing clit.

the lids of your eyes jut open when you feel the blunt head of his cock press into your tight cunt, inching deeper and deeper.

“f-fuck, kenma!”

nails frantically latch at the damp skin of his arm, searching desperately for purchase. god, the drag of his cock against the gummy walls of your pussy feels delicious, but you’re so, so sensitive, and it’s too much, and-

“relax.”

and just like the last time, you’re forced into a calm, shakily nodding your head and biting down on your trembling bottom lip to keep yourself steady for him.

“good girl.”

[kpoppwriter]

Dinner Party

❧ Anon asked: Hello! I see that ur request are finally open🥳May I please request a Jaebeom boyfriend au smut with sub reader scenario? If you can make it a kind of long scenario that’d be amazing🥺 please and thank u! <3

❧ Genre: smut 

❧ Words: 1.3k+

❧ Warnings: this is fem!reader, daddy kink, slight manhandling, oral (f), hickies, orgasm denial  

❧ Synopsis: A dinner party sounded great in theory but you needed to be at home with Jaebeom after the stunt he pulled.

❧ A/N: I’ve been very much in my Jaebeom feels recently and I was saving this requests for when I was really feeling it...if ya can’t tell, I’m really feeling it

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

You smoothed out the fabric of your dress, pulling down the skirt so it was covering your body a little bit better. You nodded to yourself in the mirror, happy with the way you looked. You grabbed your purse off the bed and headed out into the living room. Jaebeom was putting on his shoes when he noticed you had walked into the room. 

“You ready to...”

His words trailed off as he saw your outfit. His eyes raked over your body coming back up to lock eyes with you.

“What?” you asked, “Too much?” 

“No, not at all.”

Jaebeom stood up and walked over to you. He kept walking, making you back up until your back hit the wall. One of his hands snaked around your waist as his face moved closer and closer to yours. You giggled when you felt his lips brushing against yours. He pulled you close when his lips finally connected with yours. Your hands tangled in his hair urging him on even more. His lips trailed down your neck, his mouth kissing and nipping at your skin. 

“Jae, what about the dinner?” you breathed 

“Mmm, I’d much rather stay here with you,” he hummed, “But I guess I do have to make an appearance.” 

“Then you should get your lips off me,” you giggled 

Jaebeom reluctantly pulled away from you. He stared at you with lust filled eyes for a moment before heading towards the door. You smirked to yourself as you followed after him, watching him fix his hair as he left the apartment. 

The dinner was rather...boring. You wished you and Jaebeom had stayed home. You were happy to see some of the boys who had decided to join Jaebeom in representing GOT7 at the company dinner. They made the night a little more entertaining. You were also quite a fan of the looks you were getting from the other people at the dinner. you guess you picked a pretty good outfit. You could tell the compliments and the stares you were getting were starting to get on Jaebeom’s nerves. He was more than happy when you all sat down for dinner. 

You wished you were at home though. He really got you going before you left for this event. Your mind kept replaying the way his lips felt on your neck and how his hands held you tightly, trapping you to the wall. You wanted more. You wanted that again right then and there. Obviously, you couldn’t get that in your current situation but maybe you. could convince him to go home early. 

You sat beside Jaebeom, picking at the food on your plate. You looked over at Jaebeom. He was listening in on a conversation while eating. Seems like a perfect time to put your plan into action. 

You placed your hand on his thigh, your finger lightly stroking the fabric of his dress slacks. He continued eating not even sparing you a glance. Seeing that he wasn’t going to budge that easily, you started moving your hand further up his thigh. Just as you were about to reach the apex of his thigh, his hand grabbed yours. He finally turned to look at you.

“What’re you doing?” he asked quietly 

“Hm? I’m just eating like you are,” you said innocently

“I see what you’re doing,” he scoffed, “Stop it. We’re at dinner.”

“But I can’t help it,” you pouted

You grabbed onto his arm, holding it close to your chest. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your lips pecking his skin. 

“You got me all excited earlier,” you whined into his ear, “And now I can’t stop thinking about you, Daddy.”

You knew if you pulled out his favorite title, that’d be the real cherry on top. And it seemed to work. Jaebeom let out a small groan barely audible to anyone but the two of you. He was quiet for a while, just mulling things over in his head. Finally, he got up from his chair, ushering you to do the same. He said a quick goodbye to everyone, claiming you weren’t feeling very well and had to head home early. The two of you quickly escaped the dining room and headed for your car.   

Jaebeom pushed you up against the wall, barely closing the front door behind him. His lips were immediately on yours. His hands grabbed your hips and kept you trapped against the wall. His feverish kisses made you dizzy with lust. You wanted to be consumed by him. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. You needed to feel him. When you finally got his shirt open, your hands ran over his skin, your nails slightly scratching his skin. He groaned into your mouth, his teeth coming down to nip at your bottom lip. His hand snaked under your dress and stopped at your clothed core. He rubbed small circles making bolts of pleasure shoot up your body. 

“You’re so insatiable,” he growled into your ear, “You couldn’t even wait to get home.”

“It’s..It’s your fault for getting me excited,” you panted

“I’d watch your mouth if I were you,” he grabbed your jaw and lifted your head up to give him more access to your neck, “I’m already going to punish you for being a brat at dinner. Don’t make it worse for yourself.”

You wanted to protest but his hand slipped past the waistband of your underwear and continued to rub circles around your clit. You gasped, grabbing onto Jaebeom’s arms to keep you steady. You felt yourself melting under his touch. And he knew this. 

He removed his hand from your underwear, much to your dismay, and pulled you off to the bedroom. He didn’t even bother closing the bedroom door, his mid too focused on other things at the moment. His lips found your neck again, his mouth leaving a smattering of red and purple marks on your skin. His hands fiddled with the zipper of your dress. He unzipped it and practically tore the fabric off your body. You helped him discard his own clothes, leaving the two of you in your underwear. He pushed you onto the bed and moved to hover over you. His lips traveled down your body making you shiver.

“Jaebeom,” you whined

You yelped when Jaebeom slapped the side of your thigh. His eyes locked with yours and you gulped when you saw the darkness in his eyes.

“That’s not my name, kitten.”

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” you stuttered

“Good girl.”

His lips moved further and further down until he was just above the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you as he slid your underwear off your body slowly. You groaned, his slight teasing getting to be too much. Jaebeom wasted no time getting in between your legs and devouring your core. His tongue expertly lapped at your clit, stopping to suck on the nub from time to time. You grabbed onto his hair as your hips ground against his face. He stopped briefly to pin your arms to the bed before going back to his ministrations. You grasped onto the sheets beneath you as you felt that familiar heat building up in your abdomen. He let go of one of your wrists, his thumb coming to rub at your clit as his tongue lapped at your entrance occasionally slipping past your entrance. 

“Daddy please don’t stop!” you moaned, “I’m gonna cum!” 

Your thighs trembled as your impending orgasm built up further. Your back arched as you felt yourself about to cum but just as you were about to get the satisfaction of your climax, Jaebeom pulled back. His thumb still lazily circled your clit but it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your mouth, clearly upset by Jaebeom’s actions. 

“I told you I was going to punish you.”

“But you didn’t say it would be like this!” you pouted

“If you’d waited until the dinner was over, you could’ve been cumming over and over, sweetheart.” 

You attempted to retreat away from Jaebeom but his arms grabbed your thighs and brought you back towards him. He looked up at you, his mouth and chin still glistening with your arousal.

“I didn’t say I was done.” 

[mrsgiovanna]

no thoughts just giorno getting jealous when his s/o gets flowers a gift from a secret admirer (p.s i luv ur works <3)

Hey my lovely nonnie🥺,

Awww I would imagine jealous Giogio is so cute 😊❤️, and thank you so much, it's always fun to imagine all your wonderful asks. Here, have a few headcanons and a silly scenario (under the cut), I hope you have the best day /night ❤️🐞💕🌹💭

Jealous Giorno headcanons

It's not often that Giorno gets jealous because he would trust his S/O, however, he is only human, (even if his ability is Godlike)

He has his emotions under control in almost every scenario, so when his S/O starts talking about a particular person a bit too often he may get mildly annoyed but will steer the conversation away from them without you noticing what he's doing. He will remember their name from now on though, taking note of how frequently they come up in conversation and under what context.

When you are out and about, he wouldn't get too upset if people were actively staring at you, he understands that as a couple, you would attract a reasonable amount of attention. If someone is being particularly brazen and being too forward in coming to talk to you or gesture to you, he would just put a protective arm around you drawing you closer. He is not one for big displays of affection by virtue of his occupation, however that simple action would serve as a gentle but clear reminder that you were  were not to be approached.

If you were suddenly sent things, be it flowers or little gifts, he would be visibly concerned, firstly because everyone should know the status of your relationship by that stage, and that there's people who would still challenge it confuses him.

It's at this point his jealousy reaches boiling point, he would either get silent and ignore the situation with a scowl, or huffy for the rest of the day, and when you realise when he started behaving that way, it becomes obvious and very cute, that the man who practically stands at the apex of humanity, can still feel jealous.

"Who are those for?" Giorno's voice dropped with suspicion as you walked back into his study with a beautiful bouquet of flowers still reading the card that came with it.

"Me apparently... From an admirer, hah, are you playing a trick on me caro?"

"Me? You should know I have better taste... Besides, I don't need a delivery service, I can just make anything you want, regardless of the season,"

You didn't need to look at him to imagine the scowl developing on his handsome face. Smiling to yourself at his uncharacteristic behaviour, you decide to remedy his bad mood with a few well selected words and well placed chaste kisses.

"You know, tesoro, you're the only one for me..."

"Hmmmm"

"And, I love you more than anything, right,"

"Yes..."

"So... There's no reason to feel jealous..."

"Me? Jealous? Not a chance..."

"Of course my love, I'll see you a bit later... I love you", not waiting for Giorno to reply, you left his study, still thinking about how endearing your boyfriend was while he was in this kind of mood.

[forever-rogue]

Keep Quiet

Inspired by THIS little ask! You guys wanted some sex on Steve’s desk, you get some sex on Steve’s desk. Ask and you shall receive ;)

Warning: ...smut (with a little bit of plot); 18+ only! also SOFT!Javi! So enjoy :)

Word Count: 4k

Pairing: Javier Pena x Reader

MASTERLIST

PS - extra points to anyone who knows where the whole sex on the desk and co-worker finding out scenario is from!

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“Javi,” you moaned into his mouth as his large came down to your ass and give it a firm squeeze. You broke your kiss with him, and grabbed his forearms, pulling his hands off of you. He smirked at you, earning even stronger glare at you sighed at him.

“Baby-”

“No,” you held up your finger, raising your eyebrow as you pressed it against his lips. Javi, naturally took this opportunity to press a quick kiss to your finger, his mustache tickling you. Rolling your eyes at his childishness, you leaned against your desk and tried to give him a glare. It didn’t work terribly; it was hard to stay mad at the innocent face he was pulling, “Javier Peña,  you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Don’t worry,” he joked, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you, despite your lack of response, giving the crown of your head a small kiss, “the only way you’ll end up dead on my account is if you’ve died and gone to heaven-”

“Javier-”

“Because I’ve made you cum too many times-”

“JAVI!” you groaned at him and pushed him away, hiding your face behind your hands. He threw his head back with laughter, clearly amused at the situation and your reaction before going back to his desk across from yours, “you’re going to get us found out. And then I’ll kick your ass.”

“No one knows, baby, and no one will find out unless we choose to tell them,” he promised, giving you that stupid, goofy little smile of his. You rolled your eyes at him, but couldn’t help the smile that crossed your own features. It was a moment in which you realized just how much you loved him; which was, of course, more than life itself. Who would have thought? A few years ago, hell probably even a few months ago, you never thought this would ever happen. But here you were, completely and truly in love with Javi. Almost as if he could read your mind, he silently mouthed at you, “I love you.”

You stuck out your tongue at him, but not before repeating the sentiment to him as well. You were about to say something else, but you were quickly interrupted by Steve murmuring under his breath as he walked into the office, a cup of the pathetic excuse for coffee in his hand. You exchanged a look with Javi, who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Good morning, Steve,” you walked over to him, grabbing the coffee from him and setting on the desk before giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze, “what’s wrong? You’re usually the only cheery thing in the entire building this time of day.”

“Nothing,” he sighed as he slinked into this seat, rubbing at his tired face, “just up late last night with Olivia, Con needed some rest, so I took over. And the ambassador decided to take it upon herself to personally chew me out for our lack of progress the last couple of months. All in all it’s been a great morning - and we’re still stuck with this shitty coffee. I asked ages for at least a decent coffee maker.”

“Hey,” you sat at the edge his desk, doing your best to give him a small smile, “it’s going to be okay. It’s just one of those days, but we’ll get through it. We always do, right? Javi?”

“Always,” he agreed, standing up and reaching for his jacket, “but for now, how about we all get out of here and get some decent fucking coffee? At least it’ll get us out of here for a while.”

“Deal,” you and Steve chorused before following suit and grabbing your things and heading out. You weren’t particularly motivated to work that day, and the idea of getting out of the quiet and tense atmosphere of the embassy sounded like the best option.

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About halfway through coffee, which had turned into a breakfast consisting of several courses between the three of you, spirits were running much higher. It might have been due to the delicious food you were consuming, the shit talking, or the several rounds of mimosas. It was probably a combination of the three. You’d all been tenses and stressed for weeks, and it turned out that this was something you all desperately needed. 

You were situated in a booth of aging leather, equally between Javi and Steve, mostly sitting back and listening to the rapport between the two men, and knocking back more than a fair share of alcohol. At one point, you’d even sneaked Javi’s glass, but it seemed lost to the men as they were heavily engaged in their little conversation. You didn’t even really know what they were talking about, but you knew it wasn’t work related; they were too happy for that.

But at some point, Javi’s hand found its way onto your thigh, toying with the hem of the dress you were wearing. It had been a warm morning and you’d decided to wear a dress for once, instead of a skirt or suit. At first you didn’t think anything of it, but eventually his large hand pushed your dress up higher and higher, until his fingers were grazing the bare skin near the apex of your thighs. Your eyes widened as you came to your senses and realized what was going. Glancing at Javi, you could see a smirk placing on the bastard’s features; Steve hadn’t noticed anything out of place.

“Javi,” you said quietly as fingers moved to push your panties to the side. He turned to you with an innocent smile, one eyebrow raised as he waited for you to go. Steve also turned to look at you, and you felt your entire being flush with warmth. Trailing his fingers through your heat and gathering up some of the slickness, he pretended to wait for you to go on. Just as you opened your mouth to say something else, he ever so lightly brushed your clit, and it took every ounce of strength within you not to moan out loud.

“Everything okay?” Steve seemed mildly concerned as he noticed you struggling, your chest starting to rise and fall in a more rapid manner, “Y/N?”

“Fine,” you managed to get out, giving him a smile you hoped was natural. Steve seemed satisfied enough and turned back to Javi, picking up their conversation as if Javi didn’t have his fingers in your aching center. 

You shot a warning glance at him, but he either didn’t notice or pretended not to. Instead, he continued on, teasing your clit lightly, just enough to start the tingling in your bones as the familiar tightening in your belly increased. At one point, you reached down and grabbed his hand to try and get him to stop; here you were in the middle of a small diner, about to orgasm due to your boyfriend’s incessant ministrations. What a morning.

He obliged for a moment, resting his hand on thigh and and trailing his fingers over the soft skin, which caused you to clench your legs to together. You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to to be able to take. Maybe you could quickly dash into the bathroom and finish yourself off? Yes. That seemed like a plausible idea, but as you moved to get up, Javi’s hand firmly held you in place. He turned to give a stern look, which turned you on more than anything. So you obliged, and remained rooted in your seat, wondering if he would finish the job himself then. 

It took a few minutes before he carried on, his large hands spreading your legs apart and going back to your aching core. He took a few moments before to touch you gently, almost too tender, before slipping a fingers inside of you. You were so wet, you could definitely hear it, and you were surprised Steve didn’t; Javi kept an expert poker face. If Steve heard or noticed anything out of place, he offered no indication of it. But just as Javi started to pumped his thick fingers more rapidly, he used the pad of his thumb to rub your clit. The sensation surprised you, and you inadvertently slammed your hand on the table, gathering a few concerned glances. You coughed awkwardly and grabbed your napkin, covering your mouth to hide the little whimpers that spilled past your lips. 

Javi was pleased, beyond pleased with himself as he carried on like nothing had happened. When you were close, you automatically started to lightly rock your hips to meet his pace, a sense of exhilaration flooding through your veins at both the pleasure you were experiencing and the sheer audacity of the act in such a public place. 

He gave you a slight nod when he felt your walls start to clench around his fingers, as if telling it was okay to cum. You squeezed the edge of the table so firmly that your knuckles were turning white as he drew out your orgasm, slowly guiding you through it. Only when you had stopped writhing in your seat and he was satisfied that you were finished did he remove his hand from center. Steve excused himself to go to the bathroom and once he was out of view, Javi brought his hand to mouth and cleaned his cum coated fingers clean, learning a look of both admiration and annoyance from you.

“How was everything?” your waitress came back to start gathering your dirty dishes, a wide smile on her face.

“Delicious,” he responded with a wicked smile, “simply delicious.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

You’d remained silent as Steve and Javi paid for brunch, and the three of you made the dreaded trudge back to the office. You’d been unmotivated already, and now, in your slightly buzzed state, coming down from your high, you really didn’t want to do anything else. What you really wanted to do was just head out for the day and bring Javi home with you, but that clearly wasn’t an option. 

“What’s wrong?” he had the nerve to ask as you sat down at your desk and reached for your trust water bottle, downing it in one ago. You set the glass bottle back on your desk, eyes looked onto his, staring him down. Steve was off doing Lord knows what, leaving you the two of you alone, “baby, you’re breaking my heart, looking at me with those eyes.”

“Javier,” you adopted a serious tone as you stood, straightening to your full height as you sauntered over to him. He leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head, licking his lips at the sight of you trying to be domineering, “what the hell was that? You’ve got some nerve doing that! In public, where anyone could have seen! Do you ever think about the consequences?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” he wasn’t phased by your little tirade in the slightest, “the only sounds I heard was how wet-”

“Javi,” you sighed as you rubbed your temples, “what the hell was I supposed to say? In front of Steve? Javi, please get your fingers out of me and stop trying to make me cum? I don’t think so, asshole!”

“Mi amor-”

“No!” you hissed at him, narrowing your eyes, “you don’t get to use Spanish to try and get out of this one. Just because you think you’re so sexy and-”

“Hermosa-”

“No!”

“Novia-”

“Stop,” you leaned over and grabbed his jaw with your hand, forcing him to look into your eyes. Gods, he had the sweetest eyes, so warm and deep; it made it hard to focus on the fact that you were annoyed with him. Unable to stop yourself, you gave him a soft kiss, letting your lips linger on his, still tasting the sweet champagne from brunch.

“I thought you were mad at me,” he teased against, smiling against your lips.

“I am, buddy, trust me,” you reminded him, “and this discussion isn’t over-”

“Guys, I think-” Steve had chosen the perfect moment to walk back into the small, shared space. He was looked right at the two of you, still in the compromising position: you leaned over Javi’s desk, his face in your hands, “what’s going on...is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you quickly snapped out of it and pulled back, dusting your hands off on your dress, as if you were trying to get rid of any evidence of what had just happened, “this one just couldn’t understand what I was saying. I was just trying to make sure he finally understood.”

“Loud and clear, Agent L/N,” he shot you and Steve a dazzling grin as you swallowed the lump in your throat, moving back to your desk. It was so tensely quiet the only sound in the room was the click of your heels on the linoleum floor.

“What’s wrong, Steve?” you pulled a stack of papers closer to you, looking at him with a saccharine expression on your face. He may not have known exactly what was going on, but he knew it was something.

“Nothing,” you could easily hear the hint of skepticism in his voice as he looked between the two of you several times, head moving back and forth as though he was watching a tennis back, “is there...something going on with the two of you?”

“No,” you and Javier spat out the word at the same, causing you to groan internally. That certainly wouldn’t deter any attention. 

“Javi’s just a being a stubborn fool,” you shot the dark haired man a firm glare so he wouldn’t say anything else, “sometimes you just need to tough with him to get him to understand what you’re staying. But you would know that better than anyone else, Murph.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding lightly as he started to look for papers on his desk. Your heart that had been rattling around in your chest slowly eased up when you realized he wouldn’t push the issue right now, “well, I guess we should get to work.”

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The end of the day finally approached and you were more than ready to leave for the day and unwind at home. Quickly throwing your things in your bag, you set it on your desk as you went to the coat rack near Steve’s desk to grab your jacket. Steve, whether tired or just weirded out from the day, had already left a few minutes prior, leaving just you and Javi remaining. You hadn’t said another word to him all afternoon, instead offering him a very obvious silent treatment. 

He quickly and silently made his way to your side, putting his hands on your waist as you tensed up in surprise. You sighed lightly, both in pleasure at the feel of his large hands on your body and in annoyance, but it didn’t deter him from starting to pepper kisses all over your neck and the exposed parts of your shoulder.

“Javier,” you said as firmly as you could, as he pulled you tightly against his body, an arm wrapping around your stomach and on hand slowly roaming up to your breasts. You had to bite back a moan as you manage to hiss, “anyone can walk in and see-”

“Let them,” he growled in your ear, setting a flame off in the pit of your belly, “let them see me fuck you senseless.”

“Javi,” he told the opportunity to flip you around and set you on Steve’s desk, knocking a few things out of place. You could see that his normally honeyed eyes were dark with lust, along with the straining that you spied happening in his pants. You put your hand in the center of his chest in a vain attempt to stop him and try to collect yourself, “we shouldn’t do this.”

“I know,” he agreed and the two of you exchanged a look, and  a few moments of silence passed between the two of you. Before any other words were exchanged, he crashed his lips onto yours, his deft hands immediately moving to start undo the buttons of your dress, He kissed along your neck and jaw, nipping at the delicate flesh, making sure there would be bruises for you to find tomorrow. Normally you’d chide him, or make him stop, but today you didn’t bother, “you expect me to keep my hands off of you when you come in looking like that? God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

He pulled down the straps of your dress and swiftly undid your bra, effortlessly tossing it to the side as his mouth found your breasts. You already were lost for words, unable to get anything coherent out, wrapping your arms around his neck, threading a hand through his dark locks as you held him against your chest. 

He sucked on the delicate skin of your breast before taking your pert nipple into his mouth, his hand massaging your other breast, pinching and rolling your nipple, causing shivers of pleasure to run through your body. 

“Jesus,” you managed to moan out as you started to subconsciously rocked your hips against him. You could tell your panties were already soaked, and you probably would cum easily once he moved to touch you. He smirked at you before trailing kisses up your chest and stopping at your smirked, “you’re wearing too much clothing.”

He let out a velvety laugh as you reached to start to undo his button up, getting frustrated with the few bottom buttons and resorted to ripping the shirt open and he tugged off it off, “eager, are we?”

“Shut up,” you teased as your wrapped him towards you, wrapping your arms around him, his warm, bare chest against your. You always relished the feel of his skin on your skin; it was such an intimate, special thing, and he felt like no other. Javi kissed you, slowly, deeply, but with hunger as he took his time with you, holding you closely against him. Every once in a while, soft little mewls left your lips and you could feel him smiling against you, “I love you, Javi.”

“I love you too, hermosa,” he agreed, stopping his actions and just hugging you, his arms around you like a vice grip as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. You loved this - loved him and it always felt like home when he held you like this. It was different from how he’s ever held anyone else before; no, this was all for you. He was all yours as you were all his.

“Javi,” you whispered against his skin, trailing a few kisses along his neck, “make love to me, please.”

He murmured a soft reassurance into your ear  before kissing the side of your head. He pulled back and you undid the button and fly of his trousers, letting them pool onto the floor before doing the same to his boxers. 

Pushing your dress up to your waist, he gently pulled off your panties and let them fall to the floor. He took a few moments to trail soft kisses along your thighs before giving your lips a few pecks. He took his hard cock and ran it along your folds for a moment, coating it in your slickness before pushing in slowly. You moaned at the delicious of him feeling you so completely, stretching you in the most perfect way. 

Javi let out a soft moan when he was fully inside you, getting adjusted to how perfect you left. He wrapped his arms around you as you stayed like that, completely still for a few moments, only exchanging a few kisses. You sighed contently as he slowly started to move. Sometimes when you had sex, it was rough and fast, both of you only chasing your highs. Sometimes it was like this; soft and gentle, and slow. You didn’t have a preference of either, typically, but right now, this felt perfect in every way.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered in your ear, as he thrust into at a languid place, taking his sweet time with your body and placing gentle kisses all over your skin, “and so beautiful. Everything.��

“Javi,” you breathed softly as your arms wrapped around his neck. He reached down and gently rubbed your clit, keeping perfect time with his strokes. You bit down lightly on his shoulder into our to keep from crying out in pleasure, but only a small Javi left your lips, causing him to smile.

The buildup was slow, but you soon found yourself coming completely undone, body going weak as your vision started to get hazy. Javi pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, his eyes locked onto you and a lazy smile on hips, “let go, mi amor, cum for me.”

You closed your eyes, biting down on your bottom lip as you felt him twitch inside of you, “cum with me, Javi. Cum inside me.”

He groaned lightly at your nods, but was more than happy to oblige you, rutting his hips into you a few more times before spilling inside of you as your clenched around him. Throwing your head back in ecstasy, his name fell off your lips over and over like a prayer. He quickly followed, burrowing his face into your neck as he drew our your highs, staying burrowed inside you as long as possible. 

“I love you, mi amor,” he whispered in your ear as your breathing started to even out, “you’re so perfect in every way.”

“You’re just saying that because I let you cum inside me,” you joked as you put your hands on either side of his face, running a finger along his cheekbone before giving his nose a kiss.

“I mean it doesn’t hurt,” he agreed with a wink, still holding tightly onto you, fingers ghosting over the the bare skin of your back, “but it’s most because I love you. Truly. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “I know. I’ve know that since the night you showed up on my doorstep when you were supposed to be meeting with an informant. You can to me instead and said nothing is right when it’s not you. That’s when I knew.”

“I remember that night,” his grin threatened to split his face in half as he nuzzled his nose against yours, “it was the first night we stayed together after having sex.”

“I know,” you laughed lightly, “when did you first realize I loved you?”

“When you yelled at me any time something happened or went wrong,” he explained, “whenever I’d do anything even remotely risky, or get even a scratch, you’d yell at me and tell me to be careful. It would be something so small that it didn’t even really matter, but you would get so upset. That’s how I knew.”

“We’re just saps, aren’t we?” you asked as he nodded, “but I’m glad for that. For you. There’s no one else I’d rather love or be loved by, Javier Pena.”

“Agree,” he booped the tip of your nose gently before grabbing your hand and placing a kiss to your palm, “now let’s go home. We can stop and grab some food-”

“And wine?”

“Obviously,” he smiled as he finally, slowly pulled out of you, reaching into Steve’s desk and grabbing a few napkins from Steve’s stash to clean you up. You both stopped for a moment before laughing, “do you think he’ll notice?”

“Not a chance,” you said as you slid off the desk and started to do up your dress again, “we’ll just make sure to put everything back. He’ll never know.”

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dinner & dessert | jhs x reader

summary: once you and hoseok decided to get physical, things went from 0 to 100. that might be a problem now that he’s asked you to meet his parents.

pairing: hoseok x reader word count: 1.8K

rating: 18+

genre: the actual definition of PWP. please don’t judge me.

warnings:  excessive horniness, complete disregard for childhood momentos & t-shirt abuse

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Surely there were things that you used to do -- before all you did was Hoseok.  

You just can’t seem to remember any of them anymore.

You’re pretty sure there had been dinners and movies and parties and hikes -- back in the beginning, back when you’d both agreed to hold off on getting physical.  Back when you’d both agreed you didn’t want to ruin things by moving too fast.

But then six weeks in, Hoseok came over carrying homemade dumplings and wearing that irresistible smile and smelling like some incredible cologne and that was that.

And that wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the fact that you can’t seem to turn it off.

At this point, he’s fucked you against every flat surface in his apartment, your apartment, and a few places in between.

Your last attempt at a movie date ended with him mouthing your tits through your thin tank top while you rode him in the backseat of his car.  You’d had to cut a hike short after you stroked him too thoroughly during your picnic lunch and he came all over his pants. 

Your doctor could only laugh when you asked her to change your birth control to something military-grade.

So it’s been weeks and weeks and weeks and you know the high is supposed to wear off at some point but it just… hasn’t.

Now all Hoseok has to do is give you that look -- and your body goes into auto-pilot.  That look sparks an embarrassing, Pavlovian panty-wetting response you can’t seem to stop.  

And it’s the same look he’s giving you right now.  

Which is a problem.

It’s a problem because Hoseok’s mother has just finished serving an authentic and delicious dinner of Bulgogi and other Korean specialities.  It’s a problem because tonight you’re meeting Hoseok’s parents for the first time and you’re in their home, at their dinner table.  

And it’s a problem because despite knowing you’d like very much to impress his parents, Hoseok seems determined to ruin your reputation.  And your panties.

So you give him your own look.  

The one that says, i swear to god don’t even think about it but he ignores it, turns away from you to beam up at his mother with picture-perfect adoration.

“Mom, you kill it every time,” he says charmingly and she smiles wide, waving her hand as if to wave off his praise, like it’s too much.  “Best cook on the planet.”

“Oh, honey -- you’re so sweet,” she laughs and you want to say, oh honey, no he’s not.  Does this delightful woman have any idea she’s raised an actual sex addict?

Probably not.

Hoseok pins you with the look again as his mother begins to clear the dishes and you clear your throat and look down at your hands.

“How did you like it?” his father asks.

“Oh, very much,” you say honestly, looking back up to offer him a weak smile.  “Best Korean food I’ve ever had.”

He grins and leans back, satisfied with your review. 

“Dad, can we hold off on dessert for a few minutes?” Hoseok asks casually.  “I’d like to give her a tour of the house.”

Your eyes dart back to Hoseok, wide with panic and warning because is he fucking serious right now and the barely concealed smirk he sends back says you’re absolutely goddamned right i am.

“Yeah, of course. We’ll be here when you’re ready,” Hoseok’s father says, standing to join his wife in the kitchen.

Hoseok directs his answer back to his father, but his sly smile is directed right at you.

“Perfect.”

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“You should have worn a skirt,” Hoseok reprimands, the second the lock to his bedroom clicks into place.

“I purposely didn’t wear a skirt, dammit,” you fire back as he uses his body to push you onto his bed, forcing you to drop down. “We are not fucking in your childhood bedroom with your parents downstairs.”

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he murmurs, hands working the button of your jeans as he ignores your protest.  “You’re going to have to make this quick.”

“Hoseok,” you hiss.  “You cannot fuck me right now.  Cannot.”

He looks up at you for a moment, cocks his head to the side as if working out a problem in his head.  Behind him you can make out posters of athletes on the walls, a bookcase next to the bed stacked with tennis trophies. 

“Uh, yeah,” Hoseok says nonchalantly.  “I totally can. Slide those off. The clock is ticking.”

This is disastrous, you think, as you work your jeans off your legs. Mortifying, you muse, as you take your panties down just a moment afterwards.  One of your worst ideas, you concede, as you lie back and watch Hoseok drop his boxers to reveal his skilled cock already at half-mast.  

But apparently none of that is stopping you.

“I got you off in seven minutes at that Christmas party,” Hoseok says, dropping to his knees.  “I can beat that.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, flinching when he dives into your heat face-first.  “You’ve been timing me?”  

He flicks his tongue across your clit and you have to suppress a squeak. 

“No silly,” he teases. “I’ve been timing me. For planning purposes,” he says, going to work in earnest.  His tongue and teeth lap and tease at you and you grip one hand into the comforter of his bed to give an outlet to your nervous energy.

“You’re already dripping,” he whispers and you don’t have to see his face to visualize the smirk he’s wearing.  “So I think we’re going to be just fine.”

He slips two fingers into you, pumps them in and out slowly and your eyes fall shut as you forget everything but the feeling of his hands and mouth on you.  

But then the sound of dishes clattering downstairs echoes up the hallway and you freeze for a moment, remembering where you are and exactly what you’re doing.

“Hoseok,” you moan, “You have got to hurry.  If your parents catch us like this…” you trail off, not even wanting to voice the uncomfortable scenario out loud.

“They won’t,” he swears, giving you another long lick for good measure.  “I promise.”

Once he’s certain he’s got your body humming -- teetering on the edge -- he joins you on the bed.  He fits his slim hips between yours and wastes no time lining up his cock and pushing inside your swollen walls. You sigh at the thick slide of him, the feeling of friction you’re certain you’ll never tire of.  He groans from deep inside his chest when he bottoms out inside of you.

“God,” he moans, “I could live here.  Right between these soft thighs.”

“You practically already do,” you scold, sucking in a shaky breath when he strokes into you hard. He laughs and sets a steady rhythm, satisfied with the way you writhe in response to his vigorous thrusts.  His mouth sucks gently at your neck while he strokes and you whimper.

“I could come right now,” he warns, one hand slipping in between your bodies. One of his fingers finds your aching clit and he applies pressure as he continues to fuck into you. “But I’m holding off. I’m always holding off when I get to be inside you.”

God, he knows just how to talk, you think, mind blanking with pleasure.  You’re so close and all you need is just a bit more of this friction.  You grind up into the pressure of his fingers and cock and whine as you feel your orgasm start to build at the apex of your thighs.  Your fingers dig into the lean muscles of his ass, feeling them flex as he moves inside you.

“Fuck me harder,” you whisper, needing that push over the edge.  Hoseok groans at your words, increasing his pace and force and you hear his bed creak in response.  He doesn’t seem to care, too lost to chasing his end and yours to entertain such thoughts.

“Oh shit,” you gasp, feeling your orgasm kick off as he snaps his hips against you.  “Oh god, Hoseok, I’m -- “

He covers your mouth with his, drowns out your desperate ramblings as he starts pounding into you with earnest. You can feel his bed moving as he ruts against you mindlessly.  Your orgasm washes over you, causing your hips to stutter and Hoseok swallows your moans as his own orgasm hits, causing him to buck even harder.  

The sound of tennis trophies falling on the floor catches you both off guard.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, and you’re not sure if that fuck is directed at the wet warmth he’s just deposited between your thighs or the noisy as fuck trophies that just came crashing to the ground.  You don’t have time to really ponder that question because a second later a voice sounds from downstairs.

“Hoseok? You guys okay?”

He startles off of you, throwing a drawer open and reaching for a t-shirt that he probably hasn’t worn in 10 years.  

“Yeah, we’re good,” he calls down, cleaning himself off with it and scrambling to do the same to you.   He practically jumps back into his jeans while you throw your clothes back on. 

He’s played it cool this entire time but fear-of-your-mom-walking-in-on-you-boning-your-girlfriend has a way of wiping the smug right off your face.  Doesn’t matter if you’re damned near 30 years old.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” you whisper venomously, buttoning up your jeans.  

He winks. 

“Put this in your purse,” he says, handing you the t-shirt.

You make a face.

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Sex doesn’t really have a smell, does it?

A question you never thought you’d be pondering at the dinner table with your boyfriend’s parents but these are strange, horny times, and you’re praying like hell sex doesn’t have a smell.  Because if it does, well.

Well.

If it does have a smell, Hoseok’s absolute doll of a mother certainly isn’t letting on.  

She’s just put out a plate of the most beautiful songpyeon you’ve ever seen. Hoseok’s father beams at the presentation, looking to you as if to ask isn’t my wife a world-class cook? And you hope the look you give back is convincing and not at all guilty. 

Hoseok, for his part, looks completely relaxed and not ruffled in the slightest.  

You shoot him a glare over that plate of beautiful dessert dumplings and the smile he sends back makes his dimples pop and you decide you’ll have to forgive him just this once, you suppose.

“Mom,” Hoseok says sweetly, looking past the plate of desserts and back to the kitchen.  “These look amazing, but -- “ 

You raise an eyebrow, praying whatever words walk out of his mouth next won’t embarrass the shit out of you.  

“ -- Can I just have a second helping of Bulgogi for dessert?  I’m hungry again, for some reason.”

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[hopelikethemoon]

Rockstar (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Rockstar Rating: Explicit  Length: 2900 Warnings: Smut (sex, slight sub/dom, mild roleplay, cumplay, brief cumeating, consensual choking)  Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in January 1999.  Summary: Reader and Javier finally enjoy a little roleplay. 

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“You know what we haven’t addressed yet, baby?” Javier questioned, tracing his fingertips along your arm as you turned to face him. 

“What’s that?”

“Your apparent musical talents.” 

You swatted him lightly on the face, shoving him away from you playfully. “Oh, stop.” 

Javier curled his arm around your waist and pulled you back in close to him, “I’m being serious!” He laughed. “You never told me you played the guitar.”

You pressed your palms to either side of his face, “I was a broody teenager. I wouldn’t call it musical talent.” You rolled your eyes. “I pawned that guitar off before I moved to Atlanta.”

“So you held onto it for awhile, hmm?” Javier arched a brow at you, “Did you play in the academy?”

“Oh my God.” You rolled onto your back and stared up at the ceiling. “I was focused on my studies, I wasn’t sitting around playing the guitar.” You narrowed your eyes as you turned to look at him, “Why? Do you have some weird fantasy of me playing guitar?”

Javier ran his tongue over the edges of his teeth. “It’s not a fully formed fantasy yet.” He turned onto his side, reaching out and resting his hand on your stomach, his fingers fanning out over your skin. “Steve’s got a guitar.”

You grimaced, resting your hand over his. “I know he does. But I don’t know if he’s down for letting us borrow it to live out whatever groupie fantasy you’ve got cooked up.”

“Who said I was a groupie?”

“Oh, right… You’re my security guard.” You gave him a droll look. “Cute that you think a successful musician would be sleeping with her security guard.”

“I think bodyguard is the word you're looking for.” Javier leaned over you so he could press a kiss to your lips. 

“I bet you guard my body very well,” You teased, cocking your head to the side as you looked up at him, running your fingers through his hair. “I guess I can see the appeal.”

His brows rose upwards as he looked down at you, “You guess?” 

“I’m approaching this like I’m a very successful musician.” You shrugged, shifting beneath him so you could hook your leg around his. “Think about all the musicians I’d have access to.” You scraped your teeth over your bottom lip as you tried to keep from laughing. “I bet with enough success, I could get my hands on any actor I want.”

“This is a slightly less fun scenario.” Javier huffed. 

“Only slightly?” You curled your fingers around the back of his neck. 

Javier shrugged as he pressed his knee between your thighs to keep himself hovering above you. “You’d still be here.”

You scrunched up your nose, “You’re a sap.”

“Might be.”

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw, before kissing him on the lips. “Good thing I love sappy.” You whispered, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip as you pulled back. “Maybe I’d have some glamorous PR relationship and then come home to you.” You suggested, trailing your fingers down his throat. 

“A PR relationship, huh?” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he stared down at you. “Don’t know how I feel about that.”

You dragged your fingers through his hair and tugged lightly at the strands, “But you’re so sexy when you’re jealous.”

“Yeah?” Javier’s knee slid higher, pressing against the apex of your thighs. “And when have I been jealous?”

You threw your head back against the mattress and laughed. “Javier.” You rolled your eyes, “You get all testy every single time someone flirts with me.” You lightly shoved him in the chest. “Was that someone else back in Colombia? You were a surly asshole when I was dating Lance.” 

“Because I didn’t like him!” Javier rocked his jaw as he stared down at you. “And I didn’t like that he was with you.”

“So picture that,” You started with a smirk, scratching your nails over his shoulders. “Me dating someone for my public persona and then I come home to you.” You scraped your nails down the back of his neck as you leaned up to catch his bottom lip between your teeth. “You’d be so pissy and I’d reap the benefits of that.”

“And what benefits would that be?” Javier questioned, slowly grinding his knee against you. 

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you arched towards him. “You’d have to be right there — protecting me — while I’m with whatever handsome musician or actor they’ve set me up with. Watching me kiss someone else.” You whispered, tracing your thumb over his lips. 

Javier’s lips parted and he caught your thumb between his teeth, his tongue darting out over the tip. “Standing outside your room?”

“Maybe.” You planted one foot against the bed, using it for leverage as you wrapped your leg around his hips, pulling him down towards you. “That would kill you, wouldn’t it?”

He gave a stiff nod. 

“I don’t think I’d be too cruel.” You assured him, dragging your thumb along the curve of his jaw as you stared up at him. “You’d have me all to yourself once we were out of the public eye.” 

Javier leaned down, his breath hot against your lips as he spoke. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Marking you where no one can see. Skirting around each other in public places?”

“There is a certain appeal to the forbidden aspect of it.” You answered, leaning up to brush your lips against his, sucking on his bottom lip. “I just know that whatever alternative world we would live in, I’d still be yours. If you’d have me.” 

“If I’d have you.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Baby, you’re it for me.” Javier told you, letting more of his weight press down against you, allowing you to feel the hard length of his cock trapped between your bodies. 

“Even if I were a high maintenance musician, keeping our private affair a secret?” You questioned, shifting your leg so you could rub it against his cock. 

A soft groan escaped him as his hand moved swiftly to grab at your hip to hold you steady. “Depends on how high maintenance you are.” 

You smirked up at him, wiggling your hips despite his grip on you. “I would require a lot of attention.” You told him, tracing your finger over his lips. “Special attention.”

“Not something your boyfriend could handle?” Javier shot back and your heart skipped a beat at the low tone he’d taken with you. A tone that went straight between your thighs to the growing pool of arousal there. 

“No.” You grabbed at his face roughly, pulling him down into a desperate kiss. Neither of you could typically handle roleplay, but this was toeing the line just right to flip all the switch roleplay never did. 

“No?” Javier questioned, his voice parroting the tone of your own. “You wouldn’t be too ashamed to fuck me, baby? I’d just be some washed up,  former DEA agent turned bodyguard.” 

“Sounds like my type.” You whispered, not quite trusting your voice as he ground his knee between your thighs, causing it to rub right against your clit with his every move. 

“Yeah? I thought you were going to be running around town with some pretty boy.”

“You’re pretty.” You told him, winding your fingers through his hair. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think I’d care who found out about us.” 

Javier arched a brow at you as he ghosted his fingers over your throat. 

“Yes.” You breathed out, lashes fluttering as his fingers closed around the column of your throat — not hard enough to leave marks, but just enough to make your mind go fuzzy at the edges. 

“I don’t think that’s how it works, baby. Big name musician dating her security? They’re not going to go for that.” 

“Fuck them then.” You managed, dragging your nails down his back, hard enough to leave angry red stripes in their wake. 

Javier’s eyes narrowed and you felt your pulse jump as his fingers tightened just a fraction more before he released his hold on your throat. “Wouldn’t want anyone to find out.” He whispered, kissing the curve of your jaw before sweeping his tongue down your throat, teeth nipping are the hollow spot above your collarbones. 

“I wouldn’t care who found out, Javi.” You told him, squirming beneath him as he dipped his hand beneath your tank top, his rough palm playing over the soft skin of your waist. “I don’t care.” 

Javier chuckled against the throat, his teeth scraping gently over your collarbone before he pulled back to meet your gaze. “You don’t care?” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and for a second you felt like the prey to his predator — and you loved it. “What about that PR boyfriend you were going to run around town with? Making me watch as you fell in love with him.”

Your nails dug into his forearms as you stared up at him and he didn’t even flinch. “Who said anything about love?” You scoffed. “I love you.”

“Mhm.” He hummed skeptically. “If you had your pick of celebrities, you’d still go for me?” 

You rolled your eyes as you leaned up to kiss his chin. “You’re it for me too, Javi.”

Javier exhaled slowly as a lazy sort of grin spread over his lips. “Now that is music to my ears.” He cupped your jaw and dipped down to kiss you, before growling out an order. “Roll over.”

He gave you room to comply, readjusting above you as you rolled onto your stomach. Your pulse was drumming in your veins as Javier ran his hand down your ass, needing it through the soft cotton of your shorts, before his fingers found a patch of bare skin just at the leg and he swatted at it lightly. 

You pressed your forehead against your arms, letting out a breathy cry of delight as he repeated the motion again. 

“You like that, baby?”

“I’d like it better if your cock was in me,” You shot back, arching your back beneath him to fit your ass against his lap. 

Javier slid his hand up the leg of your shorts and beneath the edge of your underwear to grab at your ass cheek. “I’d hate it.” He told you. “It would be burn me up, seeing you with someone else.”

“And you’d never—“ Your words were quickly cut off by the feeling of his thumb brushing over the crotch of your underwear. 

“Did you get this fucking wet just thinking about making me jealous, baby?” Javier questioned, working his thumb over your folds, the fabric sticking to your slick flesh. “Fuck.” 

“Yes.” You admitted, biting down on your bottom lip as his thumb found your throbbing clit. Your pulse was rushing and you swore you could feel your pulse there with every stroke of his finger. 

You grabbed at the sheets beneath you, fisting them in your palms as he kept ghosting his thumb over you, driving up the proverbial wall. 

Javier stopped — only long enough to jerk your shorts and underwear down around your thighs. “Did you like that?” He questioned, rubbing at your inner thighs. “You’re soaked.” 

“And empty.” You retorted, tilting your head to look back at him. You felt blood rush to your face as your eyes landed on his already exposed cock. He’d shoved his boxers down his thighs, his fingers curled around his straining length. “Javier.”

“Didn’t know if you wanted this, baby.” He said lowly, his eyes meeting yours. “Thought you might have someone else.” The tone he was using was embarrassingly hot. A little edge of mocking, mixed with lust. It was definitely doing things for you. 

“Don’t be a jackass, Javier.” You gritted out, wiggling your ass to entice him. “Fuck me.” 

“You sure?” Javier taunted. “Wouldn’t want to overstep my bodyguard duties.”

“Keep pushing it and maybe I’ll just get myself off.” You snapped back at him, making moves to get up. 

That got Javier to act on your needs. He grabbed at your hip to hold you steady, using his other hand to guide his cock into you. 

God — you loved this position. You loved the weight of his body crowding over you, the depth he was able to drive his cock into you, the way you felt absolutely trapped by him. As much as you loved being in control — these were the moments you looked forward to surrendering to. 

Javier’s fingers found their way around your throat again, his lips close to your ear as you spoke. “You like this, baby?”

You nodded. 

He tightened his hold, “Use your words.”

“Yes!” You gasped out, your eyes rolling back in your head as his cock dragged over that sweet spot within you as he slid back into you. 

“You feel so fucking good.” Javier grunted out, keeping one hand at your throat, while the other gripped after your hip tight enough to bruise. His pace was rough, his hips snapping forward — barely pulling out of you before filling your cunt to the brim. 

Your inner walls were already clenching around him, the precursor to your orgasm starting to burn you straight to the core. “Javier!” You moaned out, a little too loudly and he was quick to slide his hand from your throat to your mouth. 

“You’ve gotta be quiet, baby.” He panted out. “Wouldn’t want anyone to catch us.” You wondered if Javier had any idea what that tone did to you. It was different — rough and almost dangerous. 

And you wondered if this possessive need would’ve been what you were met with if you had lured him into your web in the aftermath of Lance back in Colombia. If he would’ve acted on his jealousy. 

You nipped at the palm of his hand and he released his hold he had on your mouth, “If you didn’t feel so fucking good.” You hissed, rolling back into his thrusts. 

Javier chuckled, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “I can feel you clenching, baby. You gonna come?” 

You grabbed at the sheets tight enough for your fingers to start to cramp as he picked up the pace of his movements, driving into you. 

It was good. It was real fucking good. Every thrust had him hitting right against that sweet spot and that was what finally set you off. You buried your face in your pillow to keep from crying out as your body pulsed around him — desperate to keep the thick length of his cock within you. 

But Javier didn’t waver. His grip tightened at your hip and his fingers sank into your hair to hold you as he pounded into you again and again. 

You couldn’t even stop the whine of pleasure that escaped you as he finally slammed into you and stayed. Your name was heavy on his tongue as he rocked his hips and filled you. 

“Holy shit.” You mumbled, all but melting into the mattress beneath him. 

Javier slid out of you — sooner than you would’ve liked. “Look at you,” He murmured, his fingers stroking over your slick folds as he leaked from you. 

“Fuck.” You moaned out as he pressed two fingers in to work his come back into you. 

Javier leaned down and nipped at your ass cheek, before he slid his fingers back out of you and dragged your underwear back up your thighs and into place. 

He laid down on his back beside you — looking like the cat that ate the canary as he wrapped his lips around his fingers and licked them clean. 

You shifted enough to get your arms out from under the pillow, reaching out to curl your fingers around his forearm. “I actually drew blood.” You laughed a little, rubbing your thumb over the angry crescent moon shaped mark. 

Javier tilted his head to look at you, “I think we both left our marks.” He caught your hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss the palm of it. 

You smiled, rubbing your thumb over his mustache. “I think that was roleplay.” 

He chuckled, “We finally managed.”

“I think I could do that again.” You admitted, stretching your leg out so you could hook your leg over his. 

“Me too.” Javier nodded, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “That… was hot.”

You laughed breathlessly, “Hot feels like an understatement.”

“And you’d still pick me?” 

You nodded without hesitation, “There’s no world that exists where I wouldn’t end up with you. And if there is one, I don’t want it.” 

He interlaced his fingers with your hand, squeezing it three times. “Me neither.”

“I don’t want to look at the alarm clock.”

Javier made a face, rolling towards you so he could press a kiss to your forehead. “They’ll be up soon. I’ve got it handled.”

“Really?”

He nodded, brushing hair away from your eyes, “Yeah. Sleep another hour or so, baby.”  He smirked, “Rockstars need their beauty sleep.” 

You shoved him playfully, only to pull him back towards you so you could kiss him. 

[unholyplumpprincess]

I Need It Rough

Here’s for @clefaiiiry for the idea of Crypto/Mirage and Crypto being frustrated and needy and getting his pretty little face fucked like he deserves.

Summary: Crypto is frustrated at a match gone wrong (IE he didn't win) and seeks out the comfort of his partner in a more...non traditional manner. Elliott, ever the most deserving of Best Boyfriend Of The Year Award, face fucks the hell out of him to help fuck out his frustrations.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Crypto/Mirage

Warnings: NSFT/18+, rough face fucking, uhhh fucking out frustrations?, fluffy aftercare, dom mirage??? On MY blog??

Words: 2.4k

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Loud mouth. Smooth talker. Doesn’t shut up.

A lot of names for Elliott could come and go as they pleased. He knew what he was, and he knew what his voice did for many. Especially his fans. He liked to show off, be glamorous as he pleased. But, most importantly, he liked how his voice made a certain someone squirm.

Crypto had been a new legend added to the roster through unforeseen challenges. In fact, Elliott is sure they hadn’t even BEEN seen. Regardless, he’d been welcomed into the top Legends crew like one of their own. Even if there was some curiosity about how he even got there.

It took a little while to break through any of his layers. Even Elliott, who came off as the most least feared of them all, couldn’t quite crack his hard exterior easily. Because even if he came off friendly and inviting, Crypto had made it clear that Elliott was just as to be feared as any other legend. He was there for a reason. His smile and laugh were not the reasons his kill count was so high.

~Rest under the cut~

Becoming partners- now that was even unforeseen by Crypto. He had no interest in finding a partner, let alone falling for another legend. That in itself was dangerous, it drew too much attention. The media curious about who had Elliott all lovestruck.

Thankfully, Elliott could keep his mouth shut sometimes. Kept it a mystery. Some people speculated it to be the ever-fearsome Bloodhound, some even guessed at Wraith but when he chuckled and lightly brushed it off that theory was shot down entirely.

Crypto smirked every time he saw headlines. ‘WHO IS DATING THE LOUD MOUTH LEGEND?’ Tempting enough to reveal himself, almost.

Almost.

No one expected it to be Crypto. Why would they? He was a stranger in their midst, yet an enigma easier to solve than Bloodhound, he had a pretty face. It made it easier to climb the ranks of popularity online, something he still kept tabs on even if he didn’t run the drones streaming the game live for others now.

His mother would be proud knowing he’d landed her favorite. Elliott ‘Mirage’ Witt. However, he kept that out of the letters. No need for more exposure and concern.

When it came down to it, Elliott was a lover of higher expectations. At least for Crypto, who had been used to the idea of loving someone coming with a price. It did, but telling little bits about himself and going slow was not too bad of a price. Especially when Elliott was all smiles, dimples, and a smooth voice telling him that of course they could go slow.

It didn’t affect their work in the matches either. Whether against one another or on a squad, there was no hinderance.

Except, of course, when Crypto found himself in the top five. Edging closer to the sweet taste of victory only to fall to a newcomer who was keen on focusing the hacker down. A few shots to the back and a familiar pain only to find himself awake in the med bay with the words ‘SQUAD ELIMINATED’ on the screen in front of him.

It meant frustration. It meant need. It meant desires he couldn’t handle until they became too much and he’d rather scream or be used.

The latter was more appealing.

The dorms set up on this planet were nice. It was like a little community for the more experienced legends and those newcomers from all over who wanted to participate in the blood sport and work their way up to being champions. The qualifications for it all were something Crypto was glad he didn’t have to go through.

Elliott’s dorm is much like his room on the dropship when they were all being sent to Talos. It’s covered in fanart of himself in the living room, his color scheme most prominent here. There’s a few cardboard cutouts from various sponsors, different gear to promo, his kitchen has quite a few drinks and mixing tools for said drinks, something that makes Crypto smile a bit when entering. Elliott wanted to take his bar with him, essentially.

Rolling his neck and shoulders, Crypto sets about shrugging out of his coat, folding it neatly onto the couch. He’d come straight from the med bay. Stressed and frustrated. Knowing that Elliott was going to do an interview after meant that he had time alone to think. Best do it in Elliott’s dorm which felt like home.

Having long since abandoned his shoes at the doorway, he’s left in his tight black pants, matching shirt, and jewelry. Running a hand through his hair and letting out a low groan of frustration before fishing his phone from his pocket. It was wiped of any data, wiped of anything except one number that embarrassingly had a little gold heart next to the name ‘Idiot’.

He hesitates on texting him. Elliott loved the limelight, loved the glory, the cameras, and most importantly loved the afterglow of a match well done. Crypto feels himself hesitate, feeling almost selfish for asking him to come now.

It took awhile to work him out of his shell. With lots of kisses to his knuckles and Elliott promising that he was more important. He finally works up the urge to hit send and is relieved when it is read not 30 seconds after.

It takes five minutes of waiting. Five minutes of patient waiting.

At some point Crypto had gone to the bedroom. Setting a pillow on the floor and dropping to his knees onto it. Waiting patiently near Elliott’s bed as his head bowed, ears perked and waiting for the sound of the door to click open.

He hears Elliott laughing before he hears the door. Hearing his voice call out, “Yeah! We’ll get drinks later, kay? I’m gonna rest for a bit!” All chipper and cheerful before the door slides shut and the lock is clicked into place.

Crypto swallows thickly. Letting his tongue wet his lips as he keeps his head down.

He hopes he looks good, in the back of his mind. Legs splayed out just so on the pillow to outline his lower body. Hands resting on his thighs and head bowed. Showing off his body, trying to look inviting and not like he was digging his nails into his pants in frustration. Need.

He’s in tune with the sound of boots. The sound of gear being tugged off in a not-so-hurried pace. He nearly snarls, but he waits. Just be patient, fall into your space, relax. He tries to encourage himself like Elliott might, but it isn’t the same.

When Elliott finally comes into the room, he’s dressed in his boots and pants. Everything else tossed off and his curls left down from his goggles. Crypto raises his head to look up at him, steeling his jaw and feeling the metal of his jawline seem to heat up with his body.

Elliott looked a pretty picture. Eyes soft, a smile on his lips that read cocky but the dimples gave him that charming look, and a glisten of sweat about his skin. His torso is exposed, toned and fit with a dark happy trail leading from pierced navel down into his pants. Gold adorns his pecs from piercings through his nipples and Crypto longs to tongue at them.

“Hey, beautiful,” Elliott coos softly. As if calming a feral kitten. Carefully coming over one step at a time until Crypto’s shoulders relax, falling just as Elliott’s warm, calloused fingers cup his cheek. “Look at you. Already ready, huh?”

Crypto hums in response, soft and almost irritated. Nuzzling at his palm and nipping at his fingertips until Elliott nudges his thumb at his full lips. Crypto accepts, suckling on the digit and fluttering his eyes open halfway to look up at him.

Dark brown eyes look back down at him with an intensity that leaves him shuddering. “There you go, baby.” Spoken softly, almost possessively as he presses his thumb down onto Crypto’s tongue. Forcing his lips to part and drool to threaten to spill.

“God, can’t wait to ruin your pretty little mouth.” Elliott murmurs, as if to himself if he didn’t smear the saliva onto Crypto’s lips with his thumb. Wetting them as he pulls his hand back to begin working at his fly.

Crypto grunts, turning his head as if he was going to be difficult. A bratty scenario, trying to make Elliott rougher. It works like a charm when one hand winds in his hair, yanking his head back to face the trickster. He exhales sharply through his nose at the sudden pain, hissing as he’s come face to face with Elliott’s cock.

One hand in Crypto’s hair, the other wrapped around the base of his cock and lazily stroking, he looks quite the picture. Crypto tries to avoid eye contact, turning his gaze with another huff only to get Elliott to gently smack his cheek with his cock. “Come on, baby boy, open that sweet mouth up. You w-want to text me all urg- urging- ugh- in a hurry? You’re going to get it.”

Crypto almost smiles at the stutter. Watching Elliott squint his eyes for just a moment to focus on getting out of the tick. He normally could keep his voice controlled in moments like this, but if he focused too hard on sounding smooth, it came out harder. Just like that.

So he does smile, a bit more of a smirk. Eyes flickering up to meet Elliott’s, challenging him.

“Fine.” Elliott hums in response.

Fingers twist and yank Crypto’s hair fluidly. It makes him gasp out, lips parting enough for Elliott to slide the head of his cock in without risk of biting. “See? That so hard?” He coos out, watching as Crypto’s fingers scramble at his own thighs before he reaches up to hold onto Elliott’s instead.

It’s smooth sailing from there as Crypto gives into soft treatment.

The rough hand in his hair turns to soft pets. Stroking his hair back from his face by warm fingers. Another hand cups underneath Crypto’s jaw, stroking with a thumb at where metal meets flesh. Carefully feeding him inch after inch of Elliott’s cock.  

A beautiful thing, if you asked Crypto. Elliott was about seven inches, a nice size without being too thick or too much with an upwards lean. Some freckles dotting the base where he kept the curls there trimmed and tidy. The head was almost a supple red when aroused, peeking from foreskin that made it glisten and shiny if it wasn’t just from Crypto’s saliva.

It’s with trained practice he relaxes his throat. Fingers flexing on Elliott’s thighs and humming in discomfort at first. “Shh, you got this, baby. Take your time.” Elliott speaks so softly. Still petting at his hair and moving the hand from his jawline to rest in his hair as well to massage at his scalp.

It does the trick. And only in a few moments does his nose press to Elliott’s pelvis. Allowing him to take deep, slow breathes and inhale his scent as his fingers grip tight to his pants.

“Look atcha’, babe. Fuck- wish you could see how you look right now. Such a good boy.” Elliott sighs out, gently rocking his hips to get used to the wet tightness of his throat. How Crypto’s teeth scrape along sensitive flesh without biting.

Crypto, in turn, looks up at him with this sort of lazy submission in his eyes. Humming in response to being told he’s good as his hair is pet behind his ears and his temples given a soft massage with thumbs.

It was a warning. He always knew it was. Knew when to force himself to not focus too hard on it as Elliott slowly pulls out before pushing back in with a low moan that sets Crypto’s skin alight from how good he sounds.

It’s repeated. The same motion. Until Elliott can go faster. Until he’s truly face fucking him and Crypto’s hands no longer plead and scrape at his thighs, rather just holding onto him for dear life as he feels him press into his throat again and again.

When he becomes light headed, Elliott pulls out. Keeping the head on Crypto’s tongue that lolls out as he takes needy breaths. Pressing sloppy, wet kisses over the head and shaft with a hoarse, “Please-” Whining from his throat until Elliott takes him again and uses his mouth just like a toy.

Elliott is full of it. Full of that smooth talking, loud mouth that people don’t get to see. “You look so good, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, just like that Crypto-”

“What a good boy. You look so beautiful on your knees.”

“Bet you’d cum on my boots if I’d let you.”

He’s full of it, praise and dirty talk. Crypto’s too hot in his own pants, trying to grind against nothing for friction. The taste and scent being too much- it's all too much to his sensors.

Elliott shoves in one last time, grabbing Crypto’s hair and keeping him down on his cock. “Swallow.” He pants out, a whiny moan leaving him as he cums. A beautiful noise to match his furrowed expression. Curls hanging in his face as his fingers shaky even as they pet Crypto’s hair as the man swallows every drop. Even if he does make a small face at the taste.

There’s a pause as Elliott lets Crypto milk him dry with small lavishes of his tongue and soft suckles. Slowly pulling out and letting him lick at the head like nothing more than an obedient pup until Elliott laughs softly, breathily.

Dropping onto his knees, Elliott cups his jaw, bringing him in for a deep kiss. Tongue exploring and licking over Crypto’s tongue in reply. Tasting himself as both men moan in reply to the feeling until Elliott parts with a wet sound.

Crypto’s eyes are glassy, lips parted and flushed just like his cheeks. His pants are straining, his hips canting into nothing as Elliott brings him into an embrace. Caressing his hair and his back, petting over his skin until he calms down enough to nose into Elliott’s neck and come down.

“Thank you,” He murmurs out, voice hoarse and shaky. Nosing just below Elliott’s ear until his partner pulls him back to place a soft kiss on both cheeks, then his forehead.

“You’re welcome...Let me take care of you this time around?” Elliott murmurs too sweetly, nuzzling their noses together as if he didn’t just face fuck him into a stupor.

How could he say no?

[pascal-istheway]

Kinktober Day 5

Kink: Double Penetration [18+]

Warning: NSFW, 

Pairing: Frankie Morales X Pope Garcia X Fem!Reader

Zoe’s notes: This one was slightly more challenging for me, but I couldn’t do a short one so sorry in advance. 

Word count: 2.2k

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

“I don’t know Frankie,” you whispered, watching your boyfriend’s best friend stand there in the door. 

“Come on, just give it a try,” Frankie brushed his fingers down your arm. The warmth pooled between your legs at the thought of it. He and Pope, two men that you’d always dreamt of being with and now, they wanted you. 

But they didn’t just want you, they both wanted you together. Which was a very scary and different concept than how you’d imagined each of them in the late hours when you were alone in your bed and your hand was slipped beneath your shorts.

The idea of them together was almost too much to bear. It made you hot and sweaty as he talked about it there in your bedroom. Pope leaned against the door frame and waited for your answer. You gulp, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. 

“Wh… what would we do?” you ask. 

Frankie smiles, glad that you’re not shutting the idea down, “well, whatever you’re comfortable with. You’re in control. We only do what you want.” 

Pope nods, “Frankie and I talked about it, I’m on board with anything you want.”

You watch Pope come into the room and sit down on the end of the bed, his hands sliding over your legs making you stretch your toes out to touch his thigh with your feet. You look back to your boyfriend and smile, nodding. 

“I’ve always wanted to try being with two guys,” you smile softly as a blush creeps over your face. “And Pope I trust you with anything just as much as I do Frankie.”

Pope and Frankie share a look and smile at you, Frankie leaning in to kiss you and speak into your mouth, “let us take care of you baby.” Your hands reach up for him as you nod, the kiss getting more intense as he slips his tongue between your lips. 

You moan into him, always being so responsive when his lips touched you. The trail of fire spread from your core to your thighs as Pope’s fingers trailed higher. His hands kneaded and massaged as he brought himself up to your core, pausing before diving in. But you don’t want to wait, you don’t want him to ask for permission, you want him to take you. You want to feel his fingers destroy you in ways you know his cock could do just as well. 

Your hand reaches out and takes his, pushing your hips into him as you desperately search for friction in your most sensitive spot. The move gives him all the permission he needs to dive himself in as he moves the thin cotton that separates you from them. 

“I need you… pl… please,” you whisper as Frankie moves his mouth from yours and trails down your neck. Teeth mark at your skin while he nips and sucks at your neck, moving down to your collarbone while pulling at your shirt to expose more skin. 

You hear Frankie whisper between kisses, “Take it off baby, please,” at the same time Pope says, “fuck I need to taste you.” 

You just nod and scramble to remove your own clothes, followed by Frankie’s. Pope, however, pauses before removing his shirt and pants, almost like he’s contemplating the entire thing all over again but when your eyes meet his, you realize he’s practically drooling over your naked figure in front of him. You’re laid out on the bed for the two of them, body bare and ready. 

Pope licks his lips and a smile pulls over his face, “god damn it, Frankie. You’re a lucky son of a bitch Fish.”

Frankie nods, pulling back to admire you, “just wait until you feel her.” 

Pope strips out of his clothes, tossing them all aside while you just sit and watch, barely concentrating between Frankie’s tongue over your breasts and his fingers squeezing at your thighs. You don’t miss it though, the moment his boxers come down his surprisingly tan legs and the part you’re craving to see springs from the confines of the cotton.

You swallow your nerves at the sight of him. While Frankie was girthy and well-sized, Pope had slightly more on him than you’d ever seen. Frankie was the largest you’d ever been with and the idea of being with both of them at the same time was overwhelming. The tip bobbed with his pulse, a small bead forming at the tip from his own arousal. 

You look at both men, eyes heavy and half-lidded as you feel the bed sink with Pope’s body. He crawls up, planting kisses on each thigh as he worked his way up to the apex of your thighs. Frankie smiles as a breathy moan escapes during the first lap of your folds. He watches his best friend work his magic on you, Pope’s tongue sliding between them as he massages your clit.

“Oh.. oh! Pope… I - fuck,” your back arches as his lips latch on and tug at your flesh. Your hands fly forward to tug at his hair, “fuck that feels so good. Yes, just li-like… just like that.”

You feel his tongue swirl and flip and dive as he drank you in. Eventually, you moaned so loud and pulled so hard at his hair that he hissed in pain, making you jerk to him when he pulled away. 

“I need to be inside her,” Frankie announced as they both rearranged you so that Frankie was behind you and lining up with your entrance while Pope was in front of you. The familiar sound of the tearing of foil makes you smile that even though you and Frankie had been together for a while, he was still careful enough to use protection. Pope the same, not that you expected any different from the two of them. 

Your thoughts are quickly turned away as you feel a slight burning deep in your core. A gasp escapes your lips as Frankie fills you, stretching your pussy out in the way you loved from him as you throw your head back against his shoulder while he moves in an attempt to rearrange your guts. You hear the soft grunts from behind you, the ones that you’ve heard a thousand times. 

Pope watches the two of you moving, his hand gripping himself as he strokes and tugs at his own cock. His eyes are practically dripping with lust while he watches your bodies dance together. He smirks, eyes half-closed, and shivers when you let out yet another moan, your fingers reaching out to him to feel him under the pads of your fingertips. 

Then you hear Pope speak up, a soft question, but one that you don’t miss, “think she can take more?”

Your eyes snap open and look at him, shocked, “wh.. What?” 

“Do you think you can? I want to feel you stretched to the brim,” he leans forward and takes your chin roughly in his hand, pulling your mouth up to his, and whispers into your lips, “I want to feel you come apart.” 

His eyes turn to Frankie who has his teeth sunk into your shoulder as he stretches you, grunting into your ear, “do you want this? Do you want to cross off that item on your bucket list?” 

You nervously laugh because as you palm Pope’s cock you’re realizing there’s no earthly way they will both fit. There’s no possible scenario where this will end up with them shoved deep inside your stomach and stretching you in a way you’d dreamt of in fantasy’s but never had the opportunity. Sure, it was on this crazy bucket list you had, the idea of taking two men at the same time. 

“I am not going to do it without your-” Pope hisses as you take him in your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes. “God damn your mouth is so good,” he hisses as you take him into your throat as far as you can. 

His hand wraps around your chin again as he pulls you back, “will you let us both fuck you?” 

You nod hesitantly but Frankie can feel the rush of wet that slicks your walls as you agree and it just makes him grunt into your ear and whisper, “good girl.”

You feel Pope settle in as Frankie rolls you so you’re on top of him with his legs hanging off the bed so Pope could stand behind you two. The stimulation causing each and every nerve in your body to ignite. You feel fingers at your entrance, pushing in with Frankie’s slow and methodical movements. The stretch makes you gasp loudly as Frankie takes his hands and spreads you wider to prep you for Pope. 

“God you’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” Pope whispers behind you, palming your ass. It’s almost impossible with the stretch practically blinding you but you toss your hair over your shoulder to look behind you as you feel his fingers pump with Frankie’s cock in and out of you. Eventually, you feel the stretch return to the normal feeling of your boyfriend pumping slowly but soon it’s replaced with the head of his cock. 

“Hold still baby, I promise this is going to be…” his voice trailed off as he pushed himself into your center, the tip meeting resistance as he attempts to stretch you out. “Fuck you’re so tight,” they say practically in unison. 

You moan and squirm between the two men as Pope and Frankie push their way into your center, expanding you past the point you thought you were able to. A slight scream escapes your throat when the head of Pope’s cock makes it past the tight band around your pussy, juices leaking down out of you over both their cocks. 

It’s almost too much to handle - this incredible and slightly impossible stretch that was taking over your entire body. You felt it in every fiber of your being, this indescribable burn that filled you all the way up. You could feel them pushing into you simultaneously and it makes you grip the sheets beneath Frankie and cry out, tears pricking at your eyes with the pain. 

Pope begins to move and suddenly the pain makes a turn, like a light switch that suddenly turned on, and with each thrust, pleasure explodes from your core. Your whimpers turn to moans as the center of your pleasure starts to climb rapidly with each thrust from the men. It was almost too much to take when you find yourself on the edge of the cliff and 

The spring that’s coiled inside you snaps and you explode, shattering into a million pieces. It takes you by surprise as the men speed up, a rapid pace pushing and pulling, beating up the walls of your cunt as you ride out your orgasm but then it happens. The gush of wetness that spills from you. Between the stretching and desperation, the ferocious pace set by the men, and your own climax, they’ve driven you to squirt. 

It took you completely by surprise but the men that were deep inside you both groaned, your cunt squeezing them desperately in an attempt to either keep them buried in you or push them out. Either way, it was making your body shake and convulse, your core slicker than you’ve ever felt it as all of your energy drains out with their cocks. 

You collapse against Frankie’s chest, feeling his breath rise and fall as Pope pulls out and finds his own release over your back as he groans in ecstasy. Frankie isn’t far behind the two of you, his hips giving a few short thrusts before he’s pulling himself out and releasing into his fist with a loud groan, his teeth sinking into the flesh between your neck and shoulder. 

The three of you are spent, Pope laying back on the bed before realizing you’re covered in him and Frankie and need to be cleaned. As your eyes close, you hear them whispering praise, what a good girl you were to take them like that, how perfect your body is, how incredible you are for doing this. It warms you, making your chest flutter with the praise. 

Pope runs to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean everyone as Frankie strokes his clean hand through your hair, whispering in your ear over and over, “such a good girl for me, I’m so proud of you…” And he was, proud that is. He was so proud of you as you let them clean you up and fell blissfully asleep between them. He was proud of you for trying something new and for taking them with such willingness. The last thing you remember before you fell asleep was the soft kiss on your head as Frankie rubbed your back, whispering how much he loved you and can’t believe how amazing you are. 

[alloveroliver]

Victor | Kiro | Gavin | Lucien HC

Rating: Smut 18+

How do they react after making MC cum for the first time? 

A|N: Top-voted HC! This will be an established relationship scenario with your boyfriend.

Mr. Love Queen's Choice Headcanon

Victor: 

-Holding his arms behind his head, he nestled into his palms. Victor relaxed with the bedside lamp on waiting for you to join him in bed.

-It was a night you two had planned that you would stay over so it would be easier to make it to the airport early in the morning. You and Victor were due for a vacation together, and he was happy to host you at his home.

-You wore typical pajamas, a matching set of a long sleeve top and sweatpants. It wasn't anything sexy, yet Victor couldn’t understand why he wasn’t able to keep his eyes off you. 

-Victor made sure to click off the light once you settled under the blanket next to him. He only paused for a moment before wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

-Having you in his home alone like this was the most intimate you two had ever been since becoming officially boyfriend and girlfriend. 

-Victor seized the moment by kissing your cheek in the dark. It was a soft peck, and he whispered 'goodnight' into your ear. 

-After a long pause, you turned in his arms. His heart raced, wondering what you were doing. Your small hand came up and cupped his face, and then you kissed him deeply. Victor stifled a gasp but kept going, kissing you deeper than before. 

-The make-out became so heated. Your clothes were twisted, and Victor tossed off your top. He kissed the dip in your stomach, sucking lightly on your hip to leave a tiny hickey mark to remember him by later. 

-His large hands pushed your pajama bottoms and panties off in one fell swoop. The garments mixed in with the sheets, forgotten as Victor parted your legs. 

-He tested at first, licking your thigh before moving closer to your core. His hand trembled, pushing your legs to rest over his broad shoulders. 

-Victor's heartbeat so fast he could hear the pounding in his ears. Finally, his tongue ran along your slit, and you shivered. 

-He tasted the arousal that he'd brought about by kissing and touching you. The scent of your lust for him drove him mad. Victor lost himself for a moment, sucking and lapping at your helpless clit. 

-He hadn't realized you were gripping his hair until he heard you gasp that you were close. At first, it didn't register what you meant. Then it hit him, and his cheeks flushed with your moans.

-The usual teasing he did was at the back of his mind. He would test later how much you truly enjoyed his teasing. For now, he relished in the sounds and movements your body made for him.

-Your thighs began to tighten around his head, holding him closer to your core. Victor licked in an X pattern after realizing that was the movement that made you moan the loudest. He sucked and licked until your words were gibberish and your body was shaking.

-Your release was evident to him as your cunt throbbed on his lips and legs shook against his shoulders. You lost control and arched off the bed with his name falling from your lips. 

-You weakly pushed his head at the end of your climax and Victor moved up the length of your body. He didn't want anything for himself. Seeing your face flushed, pupils dilated, and hair askew made his heart skip a beat. 

-Victor hadn't realized how pleasurable it was to share such an intimate moment with the woman he loved. He had no idea his love for you could grow exponentially. 

-He cupped your face and stroked your bottom lip with his thumb. You trembled in the aftershock as he held you tight in his arms. Victor kissed you again with a gentle look on his face. His mask was entirely off while he held you tight to his chest. 

Kiro | Gavin | Lucien are below the cut-

Kiro: 

-Kiro's blue eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room. He held you close on the couch while the movie in front of you began playing credits. 

-Earlier, you two didn't make it 5 minutes into the film before your lips were locked. The relationship was so new, and his schedule was so packed, it was easy to become lost in one another once finally alone together. 

-Kiro allowed you to tear his clothes off and admire his sculpted frame. In exchange, he did the same to you, leaving you wearing nothing while his nude body hovered over yours. 

-He kissed your body fiercely, making sure to kiss you all over before making it back to your lips. 

-His mouth ventured lower, kissing your ankles and then your knees. He took his time to savor every part of your body before moving to the next. 

-Kiro's lips tasted your center, making sure to please every inch of you with his tongue. You were drenched and writhing by the time he teased your pert nipples. 

-Your hands ran through his soft hair, pulling him to your lips after what felt like ages. Your body hummed with pleasure from all of his gentle caresses. 

-Warm lips moved up the valley of your breast, then showered your shoulders with kisses. Kiro's hair was a mess of strands by the time his crystal eyes came back into view. 

-Lining his body up with yours, Kiro's length ground against your slick center. He moaned, unable to hold back how good your body felt to him. 

-" Am I going too fast?" He whispered while moving his lips along your cheeks. 

-When you affirmed that you were ready and that you wanted him severely, his lips quirked up. He wasn't done kissing your neck while his hands roamed your torso.

-Kiro's hand slipped between your thighs to guide the tip towards your entrance. You clenched around nothing until you felt the intrusion stretch your walls. 

-His hips rocked against yours in a smooth rhythm. His lips captured your mouth and entangled his tongue with yours. You heard his voice pitch for the first time as he moaned with every deep thrust into you. 

-He took his time, focusing on your lips more than anything. Gasps of 'I love you' and 'You are beautiful' were exchanged intermittently during the kiss. Kiro didn't have a goal in mind while he moved his hips slow and steady between your thighs. 

-It wasn't until your nails dug into his back that he realized your walls were pulsing against his cock. Kiro slipped his hand down and teased your clit, prolonging the pleasure of your release as much as he was able. 

-You hadn't said anything to warn him, but despite being unprepared, he kept up the rhythm you seemed to like the most.

-Once your eyes peeled open again, and your legs stopped shaking, his gaze was on you. He kissed you, fervently. Kiro hugged you close, buzzing with his own nervous energy. His nose nuzzled the side of your neck while he gave in to a few more strokes.

-He reacted with far more kisses than before, showering your entire neck and ear with hundreds of small pecks. Sharing this moment with you was more than bliss. He was in his own little paradise that consists of just the two of you. 

-He didn't take long to find his release in the flurry of kisses and hugs. You fell asleep together on the sofa, awaiting the morning sun to ring in a new day.

Gavin: 

-Toward the end of the summer, Gavin asked you on a special date to the park just outside the city. Your relationship was still new, so when his hand linked with yours, it trembled. He was excited and nervous, all rolled up into one. 

-The date consisted of the two of you having a dinnertime picnic and stare up at the sky. Gavin picked a beautiful spot on a hill where the sky was the closest and a night where the sky was clear. 

-You made a batch of cookies despite his insistence that he would take care of everything. You felt bad that he went out of his way to prepare something so special, that you wanted to show your appreciation.

-At the end of the meal, Gavin pulled out a bottle of wine and two long-stemmed glasses. The red wine warmed your body as did Gavin's head resting on your lap. You played with his hair while watching the stars. 

-He pointed out a few constellations and helped you map them out with your pointing finger. You joked together and laughed while the wine bottle became empty. 

-Soon you two were laying side by side, wine glasses were forgotten and lips locked. It was hard to stop after you'd had a taste of his sweet lips and rogue stained tongue. 

-He moved you to lay on his arm while he leaned over to kiss you. One kiss, lead to another making the evening end in a frenzy of lips crashing and tongues twining. 

-Gavin began moving his hand around your body, gently caressing your curves. He cupped your chest, kneading lightly over your clothed top. 

-You felt like a teenager again, heart racing and emotions high. Gavin was ever the gentleman, making you huff that your invitation for him to move lower went unaccepted. 

-He kept everything above the waist, that is until you took matters into your own hands. You were bashful, but you still lead his palm down to where your skirt rode up. You were so close to Gavin's face as you kissed that you could feel the heat radiation from his blushing cheeks. 

-He pushed your skirt up further and ran his long fingers up and down the center of your panties. The tips of his fingers sensed your heated core making him all the more curious to touch you. 

-His hand slipped down the front of your panties, keeping his lips pressed firmly to yours. Using his middle finger, he ran up and down your aroused slit. 

-Hearing how you moaned at his delicate touch, Gavin focused on the apex of your sex. He teased your clit while swallowing your moans with every kiss. 

-The evening air blew gusts over you two, bringing his mind to reality for a split second. He imagined so many times being intimate with you, but now that it was happening it was better than any daydream his mind could conjure up. 

-Your hands grabbed for his shirt, and your hips lifted to meet his circling touch. He dipped his finger into your entrance once, then twice before making his way back to your clit. 

-He remained in the same spot, watching you fall apart beneath him. It was beautiful how your cheeks flushed, and your volume rose. Your hair fell from it’s updo, spilling around your face the more you arched back into the blanket. 

-Gavin's hand was covered in your essence by the time you began digging your heels into the ground. The coil deep in your stomach snapped making your pussy throb hard against his digits. 

-There were a few sounds his lips couldn't muffle. You moaned loudly into the night, thanking him profusely with every wave of pleasure that washed over you. 

-Gavin's cheeks burned bright. He rested his hand in the crook of your neck while you came down from your high.

-You panted to catch your breath, running your fingers through his hair. Gavin's heart pounded hard, and you could feel it against your own chest. He didn't look at you for a long time and instead kissed the dip of your neck. 

-It was sweet and sensual until you felt a slight prickling feeling. He sucked the sensitive spot under your ear, leaving a kiss sized hickey in his wake. 

-He told you later that he marked you for two reasons. One, so that every time you saw it, you would think of him. And Two, so that every time he saw it, he wouldn't forget the special evening you shared.

Lucien: 

-Lucien came home after being gone for two days straight. He was working hard on a new project and was unable to call or text often.

-It was difficult for you since the relationship was so fresh. It felt like he was pushing you away again, but you knew better. You waited for him at your own home, yet still texted him when you were thinking of him. 

-Lucien rushed down the street in his car after his lab closed for the night. The big project was finally over, and he could sleep back at home again, accept he wanted to visit you first. 

-It was half-past midnight, and he wasn't sure if you would still be awake by the time he arrived, but Lucien decided he would try anyway. He called your phone the moment he stepped off the elevator. 

-You answered in a groggy voice, making Lucien smile wide. 

-"Hello, did I wake you?" Lucien spoke clearly into the receiver. He passed his condo door and made his way over to yours. 

-You assured him you'd only dozed off for a moment and that you'd rather see him than go back to bed. He knocked lightly on your door with the back of his knuckle and waited.

-You jumped out of bed and smoothed down any flyaways while making your way to the entrance. 

-It felt like so long since you'd last seen him your stomach was doing cartwheels at the thought of his physical form filling your doorway. You flipped on the hallway light before finally opening the door. 

-Lucien stood at the doorway, wearing a casual button-up shirt under his black jacket. His lap coat was long gone after his shift. He smiled fondly at your smaller form before taking you into his arms for a hug. 

-Your forehead rubbed against his chest, nuzzling while you pressed up on your toes. Your face finally made it up to his and your lips connected in an unbreakable link. 

-Lucien snaked his hands down your frame and tugged your thighs up over his waist. He easily carried you past the threshold of your apartment and shut the door behind him. 

-Making his way to the couch, he whispered between kissed how much he missed you. It didn't seem fair that he had to work so much when you were already staying late at your own job as well. You worried that you two many not see each other often, but that was the catalyst to making sure you made the most of every moment together. 

-He sat back on the couch and hugged you close to his frame. Your legs straddled him, digging into the couch cushions for support. 

-It didn't take long before his hands began to sneak up your pajama top. He caressed your back, teasing your spine up and down to elicit chilled bumps from you. 

-It was when his hand move to your front that your kissed became heated. You both panted into one another's mouths, teeth nearly clashing in your passionate frenzy. 

-His fingers were delicate, pinching, and stroking your hardening nipples. The sensation shot straight to your arousal and made your back arch into his hand. He reveled in your breathy moans, looking down at you every so often to lock eyes before delving his tongue back between your lips. 

-It was then you realize just how much your hips bucked against him with every pinch he gave your nipples.

-Lucien cupped your ass with one hand and moved you closer to his center. He urged you to keep rubbing your hips against him, this time colliding with his straining pants. 

-He sighed in sync with you now, feeling your heat against his own. Lucine refused to leave your lips for longer than a couple of seconds, keeping your moans all to himself. 

-Your body tensed and relaxed with every rub your clit made through your thin shorts against his hard center. It felt rapturous the longer you thrust into him. Shyness exuded from you, but a primal need to keep moving along his confined length kept you going. 

-" I missed you. I missed you so much," You huffed and groaned onto his pillowy lips. 

-His large hand ran up the small of your back, urging you forward and backward faster than before. It was a quake that you felt building in your toes first before the band snapped.

-While Lucien held you close, your climax pulsed through your whole body. Your hips wavered, rubbing his cock harder than before to gain more pleasure. 

-He looked slightly surprised. His usual cool was gone and was replaced with genuine wonder and gentleness. His eyes sparkled with curiosity that you had seen only a few times before.  

-After your hips came to a stop, you went to rest your head against his broad shoulders. Only subtle waves of electricity washed over you now, and your skin broke out in a clammy sheen. 

-Lucine slowly guided you to the couch. He laid your head to the cushion and moved to hover over the top of you. Situating your shirt back down, he admired you from above. 

-Soon you were chatting quietly about what he had missed the past few days while sharing chaste kisses every so often. It was home to Lucien. Your embrace was the most comforting place he could ever wish to be. 

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Thank you so much, Anon! I appreciate the submission and for all the people that voted for this HC! Thank you for reading!

Masterlist is at the top of my blog~

[wri0thesley]

Hey what’s uP Nat! 😄 I was wondering if you could do a scenario where Mista’s fem s/o has been very bratty and Mista makes her touch herself for him?

"Come on, babe," Mista says, his eyes dark, his mouth swollen, his gaze focused on you as you squirm on his bed. "You were so eager to let me know how you were practically beggin' for it earlier."

"Mista," You grumble, "You know that's because I wanted you inside me--"

"Oh," Mista says, and there's a flash of the gangster that he sometimes is - the man who holds a gun like he was born with one in his hand and shoots a bullet as casually as doing anything else - in those liquid dark eyes. "But babe, brats don't get what they want."

Well. Heat flares low in your stomach as one of Mista's big hand goes to encircle your hip, keeping you pinned against the bed. You blink up at him, your own eyes blown, your breath coming in short little pants.

Perhaps you did tease him a little too much today. You'd worn your shortest shorts in the hot, oppressive Italian sunshine - but when you'd seen Mista looking and appreciating the curves of your ass and the softness of your thighs in them, you hadn't been able to resist showing off a little for him. Wiggling your hips with every step. Brushing yourself against him when you were waiting to be seated at the restaurant. Trailing your hand over his thigh when you'd stepped away from the table to go to the powder room and check your hair and makeup. Eating the ice cream you'd ordered for dessert with perhaps a little more tongue than was strictly neccessary--

But Mista was so cute when he was riled up. When his teeth dug into his plush bottom lip and one of his knees bounced under the table and he couldn't tear his eyes from all of the places on you that were bare skin. Your boyfriend can be adorable, goofy, superstitious and silly--

But he's also perfectly capable of being stone cold. And it's the stone cold Mista who had grabbed you about the middle as he'd locked the door of his apartment behind you and carried you - corded muscles obvious in his forearms even through the obnoxiously printed cashmere of his sweater - to his bed, tossing you on the coverlets and pushing your knees apart with strong hands, staring down at you so that you shifted under his unwavering attention.

"Mista," you try again, fluttering your eyelashes - and Mista hisses through his teeth, the hand not on your hip moving to undo the button of your shorts and tug down the zip.

"Take 'em off, babe," he says. "C'mon. You've been dyin' to show me all day."

You oblige, wiggling out of the undone shorts, letting them dangle on your ankle for a moment before they fall off the edge of the bed and you're before him in just your underwear - underwear that is showing itself as being embarrassingly damp. Mista doesn't miss this. With the hand not on your hip, he brings one finger up to the space where your thighs are parted, deliberately dragging it through the dip of your sex's lips, feeling where you're wet for him.

"Oh, babe," he says, all dangerous low mock-surprise. "Have you really been this needy all night? All for me?"

"You know I have," you pant back at him, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please touch me more, Guido--"

"Hmm." He stays his finger, just over where the throbbing, swollen nub of your clit is, and you desperately try and grind up into the calloused flesh just to get some much needed pressure on your sex. "But babe. I've told you. Brats don't get what they want."

"What about what they need?" You say, voice shivering and shaking with the effort of how much and how badly you want him to touch you. "If you don't help me come, I'll die--"

He has the nerve to huff out a low chuckle at you, smirk pulling at those full, gorgeous lips. He blinks down at you - and all at once, he pulls his hand away from both the apex of your thighs and its grip upon your hips. He takes one step back, his eyes caressing the length of your helpless body on his bed.

"I'm not gonna help you when you got yourself into this mess," he comments, although as he looks at you, you notice that his chest is moving faster, and there's a distinct dryness to the words spilling from his throat that you recognise as one of Mista's tells; he's horribly turned on, just by looking at you and knowing how much you want him. "If you really wanna come, you've gotta do it yourself."

"Mista, please," you say again, voice pitching. Your shirt feels hot and sticky against your skin. The underwear you're still wearing rubs uncomfortably against where you feel sensitive and swollen. "I'm sorry for being a brat, I promise I'll be good--"

"Uh-uh," Mista says, bringing up a finger and wagging it at you. "If you're gonna be a good girl now, you're gonna have to show me. Show me what you want me to do to you. Show me how you touch yourself, babe, and if you do a good job . . . Maybe I'll help."

"I want your fingers," you say, pathetically, lip wobbling. "Mine aren't good enough, Mista--"

He grins down at you.

"Shoulda thought about that earlier," he says, cheerfully. "Your fingers are plenty good enough for me. I'm gonna enjoy watching you use 'em on yourself. So if you really want me to touch you, and you wanna make up for being such a brat earlier . . ." He gently pulls himself down, folding himself onto his knees, resting his arms on the edge of his bed and resting his chin in turn on his folded arms. His eyes stay very focused on the space between your legs. "You're gonna touch yourself for me, and I'm gonna watch you, and tell you what to do if you don't do a good job. Understood, babe?"

That hard voice again - the one you imagine he uses when he's taking down targets. Your boyfriend's profession should frighten you. What it does instead is send hot bolts of arousal through you and leave you prickling for more of his attention and harsher words. Desperate for him to show just how much control he can really take over you.

"U-understood," you whisper. "C-can I take off my underwear?"

Crooked grin - the way Mista smiles always used to make butterflies flap their wings in your chest. It hasn't lost a whit of its power, since you and he became official - but now, the butterflies are anticipation of something entirely different than a snatched kiss or a brush of hands.

"I'd be sad if you didn't," he says, "'specially when my view from down here is so goddamn good."

You want nothing more than to take off your underwear and slide further down, pressing your slick centra against Mista's inviting mouth. That mouth is already slightly parted as he watches you pull the lacy underwear down your thighs, the fabric going the same way as your shorts - and Mista growls as you open your legs again, his lust palpable in the room.

"I'd love to be touchin' you right now," he growls to you. "Such a pity you had to be a brat and ruin it, huh? I'll just have to get off watchin' you touch your gorgeous self, huh?"

"You don't have to," you breathe, as one of your hands wanders down, parting the lips of your sex, gentle fingertips brushing your clit so that your hips jerk. "You could always . . . just touch me yourself . . ."

"Where's the lesson in that, huh?" He asks, and his tongue darts out to moisten his lips, his eyes rapt with attention as your press your fingers over your clit again. "Put one in, babe."

Another circle of your clit, already feeling the soft sparks of pleasure going off in your core, and you oblige Mista once more - you're wet enough to that your finger fits in to the second knuckle without any kind of resistance save for the slick noises of your body accepting. You push it down to the base, wiggling your hips a little as you do so, looking for the spot on your inner walls that Mista's cock always hits and makes you feel like you're going to pass out. Your finger isn't thick enough, though, and you add a second.

"Good girl," Mista breathes. "Look how gorgeous you look with your fingers in you. Look how cute you are--"

A moan escapes you at the compliment, your cheeks flushing, as your other hand comes up to toy with your clit whilst you try and establish a rhythm with the fingers inside you; alternating between the thrusting and the rubbing, the circling as the jerking.

"That's right," he says, enthralled. "I wanna hear you, babe. Wanna hear you come apart for me, and tell me how much you wish it were my cock inside you--"

"I wish it was," you breathe out, hitting a sensitive spot inside you with your fingertips that leads to a full body shudder. You're not going to last long - not merely because you know your own body so well, but because having Mista's rapt attention is heady in how intoxicating it is. The way he's breathing deep as if he can drink you in and watching you like a wolf watches his prey and praising how pretty and how good you are for him all muddle in your mind, with one thing in common: they're helping push you over the edge even quicker.

"Faster," Mista demands, and you try and obey - the two fingers inside you burying themselves to the hilt and then pulling out, thrusting as desperately and wildly as you wish Mista were doing. The fingers on your clit pinch and roll and circle, the nub swollen to attention with need. "Come on, babe, I wanna see how gorgeous you look when you're coming for me."

"M-Mista," you gasp out, "Mista, please, I need your cock--"

"Just a little more," he says, and your pace reaches a frantic crescendo, and the hot fire in your stomach overflows and spills out of you in white-hot waves as you wail out a final cry of Mista's names and your body pulses and contracts around your fingers, clamping you tight as a vice. Your eyes squeeze shut, but you hear the noise Mista gives out - a groan and a moan as your body goes limp and your vision blurs.

When your eyes open again, you blearily see Mista, still at the end of the bed, still staring down between your thighs. You can feel wetness underneath your thighs and you know you must have made a mess when you came, and you wonder whether these bedsheets are salvageable.

You meet Mista's eyes again, at once sated and not sated at all. Your fingers are all very well, but you'd really rather have something else inside you--

"Again," Mista demands.

"Mista--"

"If you're gonna be a brat," he says, his voice forceful - and ooh, that force makes you fair shiver and would leave you boneless if you weren't already laid akimbo on his bed. "You've got to learn a real lesson. I wanna see you come again. And maybe then, maybe, you'll deserve my cock."

"Mista," you protest weakly, but your hands and fingers are already going to where your thighs are slick and sweat-soaked.

You never could deny him. Or yourself--

Maybe, if you come again, he'll finally fuck you like you need him to.

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Apex Predator AU: Aaron

Name: Aaron Samuels Gender: Male Age: 17 Theme Color(s): Navy Blue, Ocean Blue Family: Mrs. Samuels (mother) Specialties: Scenario writing, acting, soccer, football Aaron Samuels is one of the hottest and most popular guys in North Shore high school. He is a senior who is on the football and soccer team. According to Greg, his parents divorced some times ago and he is living with his mother. He was once Regis’ closest friend and former member of the Platinums, but also a rival (on Regis’ side). He was in same Calculus class with Cady and developed a crush on her, but was too shy to approach to her. However, he was saddened when learning she began dating Regis George. In order to earn her friendship, he invited her to a Halloween Party. At the party when he spotted her crying, he approached and asked her what happened as she replied she just had some argument with her boyfriend when in reality she have seen Regis sleeping with Shana Oman. Aaron was the one driving her to Janis’ place and was worried of her for few days. He was seen relieved when she looked happy and became Queen Bee of the school. Aware of Regis’ promiscuous life, Aaron began to take careful advances towards her under the name of friendship, much to Regis’ jealousy. However, he is also not oblivious of Jeremy’s manipulative nature as he tried to keep Cady away from him. When Regis’ popularity declined though, he saved Regis from Jeremy’s brutal bullying. During the Trust Fall initiated by Ms. Norbury due to the Burn Book incident, he was upset to learn that even Janis used Cady to have revenge on Regis, but shocked to see the blond Platinum leader saved her from the bus. When Greg asked him to help with Cady’s depression, he agreed as he comforted her. Later in Spring Fling where Cady shared the crown pieces to others, Aaron managed to confess his feelings to her but was fine with her reconciling with Regis as he believed she have changed him for better. After graduating, Aaron and Jeremy went to Northwester University but kept in touch with Cady and others. Though he still have feelings for Cady, he is hopeful to find someone as nice and sweet as her someday.