#beni x reader

[dark-thoughts-and-reblogs]

‘’Accidentally’’ walking in on their S/O (you) masturbating (but you never had sex together… yet) (Part 2)

(Featuring some of my favorite Pokémon guys: Laventon, Beni, Clavell, Jacq, Brassius and Larry)

(Part 1 is HERE and feature Looker, Nanu, Molayne, Piers and Peony)

Warning: Nothing really yandere this time either, but mentions of masturbation, obviously, and mention of voyeurism, some restrains (just wrists being pinned above the head with a hand), oral, sex, teasing and overstimulation. Some pet names will be used, but kept gender-neutral (My Love, Pet, My Dear, Darling, etc.). Again, no specific holes will be mentioned as an attempt to keep this as gender neutral as possible. Also, mild spoilers for Pokémon Legends Arceus in Beni’s part, I guess?

Laventon (I can’t find a good gif of him😭)

- He knows he should be a gentleman and leave, but he’s just too enticed. He always does his best to be a perfect gentleman with you, but he’s been trying to hint at wanting to go further in your relationship for weeks now, and maybe his approach was too subtle, but you didn’t seem to catch on.

- He just loves you so much, he can’t help but having some desires for intimacy. And seeing you like this… but of course, he’s still a gentleman, so he make his presence known by clearing his throat and, for once, directly say what he wants, instead of just hinting: ‘’My Love… I would like to make love to you… Would you let me?’’

- If you refuses, he understand, but can’t help feeling a bit hurt. It’ll pass eventually, but he do end up avoiding you for a few days because things are just a bit too awkward for now.

- If you accept, you’ll definitely have a great time. Laventon is a very attentive lover and a quick learner; it doesn’t takes him long to find what will make you moan for him, pure adoration in his eyes as he sees the effects of his touches and his kisses on your body.

Beni (Can’t find a good gif of Beni either! 😭)

- Accident? Oh no. This is no accident. Beni heard you way before he even got close to the bedroom and walked in knowing full well what was waiting for him. While he’s wearing his usual canteen uniform, he already removed the bandana usually covering his hair, and his demeanour is more ninja-like; he’s not slouching and he moves silently.

- It’s only when he grab your wrists with one hand and pin them above your head that you finally notice him, because of how stealthy he was. His eyes are roaming your body hungrily. ‘’What do you think you’re doing, Pet?’’ Honestly, he takes it as a bit of an insult; he thinks that you’re thinking of him as too old to be able to satisfy you and that’s why you decided to satisfy yourself instead of, you know, asking him.

- ‘’I can guarantee you, I can do a much better job than your hands. All you have to do is ask’’ His free hand is ghosting over your body, not touching yet, waiting for your answer. If you ask him to leave, he apologize curtly and leave, but for the next few days, it’s pretty easy to see that he’s still a bit annoyed and he’ll eventually ask for explanations for your refusal.

- If you do ask him to help you, a wicked smile appears on his face as he start teasing your body with his free hand and his mouth until you’re begging for more. And then he makes it a point to bring you to climax repeatedly until you’re an overstimulated mess under him. ‘’Such a good Pet for me! See, I told you. Much better than your hands.’’

Clavell

- ‘’… Are you trying to give me a heart attack, my Dear?’’ Flustered old man. Look away almost immediately, but his legs refuse to move and he keep accidentally glancing at you. He isn’t sure how to feel; after all, you’re the one who told him he could come in the bedroom and he finds you like that? Almost too much for his heart.

- Clavell isn’t the kind to just walk in the bedroom unannounced, so in this case, it was on purpose on your part; you’ve been hinting at wanting to go all the way for nearly a month, without success and you wanted to entice and fluster him. Well, mission accomplished. As his legs finally obey him again, he stumbles to the bed, a blush on his cheeks but a determined look in his eyes.

- ‘’I apologize for not catching on your needs and desires sooner, my Dear. Let me make it up to you.’’ He removes his jacket and neck piece (or whatever that thing around his neck is called) before climbing on the bed and kissing you, his hands gently caressing your body.

- Clavell just hope he isn’t too rusty; it has been many years since he last got intimate with someone, but as it turns out, he was worrying for nothing. You make him feel much younger and your reactions boost his confidence and makes him bolder.

Jacq

- ‘’Oh… Oh my…’’ Jacq stares at you for a moment, too surprised to move, then finally look away, his face a deep shade of red. He can’t stop a nervous chuckle to escape his lips. ‘’I am so sorry, sweetheart! I should’ve knocked! I should… probably leave now, uh?’’

- He turn back and take a few steps, but then stops. ‘’Unless… Ah… I can’t believe I am going to say that, but… I would love to… help you… if you’d let me…’’ He waits for your answer, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

- If you refuse his offer, he apologize again and leave, slightly disappointed, but understanding. However, he will probably suggest being more intimate soon enough.

- If you accept, Jacq is overjoyed and make sure that you won’t regret it. He’s very attentive to your reactions and seems fascinated by them. He make sure to leave you completely satisfied, and is pretty quick to suggest doing this again soon.

Brassius

- Brassius is… a bit too excited to see you in such a state, to be honest. ‘’Oooooh! My Muse! You are so beautiful right now, absolutely ravishing! I would’ve never guessed that you would grace me with such an incredible spectacle!’’

- Brassius seems to think that you were doing this on purpose. He quickly walks up to the bed, looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. ‘’Please! Don’t get shy now! I’m begging you! I want to see that look of pure pleasure on your face once again!’’

- If you tell him the truth and ask him to leave, there’s a look of shame and disappointment on his face, but he accept the facts. ‘’Oh… I apologize, my Muse… I… will give you some privacy, then.’’ After some time, he bring the subject back, because he cannot get your image out of his head and he wants to see you in such an erotic way again.

- If you decide to play along, soon enough, Brassius decides that he needs more and starts caressing you, admiring your reactions as if you were the most beautiful piece of art he ever seen, practically worshiping you…

Larry

- He loosen up his tie, glad to have left his jacket at the entrance because he feels really warm, suddenly. He may look calm and unbothered, but the sight definitely had its effect on him. ‘’Are you messing with me, Honey? I know I’m home a bit early, but still…’’

- You quickly cover yourself and awkwardly explain that you just didn’t saw the time pass. Then, you try distracting him from the situation by telling him that you can prepare a snack for him if he go wait in the living room for a few minutes. Then you ask him if he’s hungry…

- ‘’Starving…’’ Larry subconsciously lick his lips as he can’t help but stare at you. He slowly make his way to the bed, giving you plenty of time to say something to stop him if you want, as he kneel on the bed and gently, but firmly cup your face with his hands and kiss you with a passion you didn’t even knew he was able to show. ‘’You look delicious, may I taste you?’’

- If you do stop him at any moment, he simply apologize, excuse himself from the room and afterwards will act as if this never happened. If you don’t stop him, you’re in for a treat! He slowly kiss his way down your body until he’s finally able to taste you, and from the moaning sounds he makes, it’s pretty obvious that he’s enjoying this just as much as you.

[romanarose]

Words of Affirmation with the Triple Frontier Boys

Triple Frontier Master List

Acts of Service Physical Touch Quality Time

Summary: Thoughts on the Triple Frontier boys expressing their love for you through words of affirmation, and you giving love in return.

Warning: Smut, dirty talk, praise kink, mild degradation (it's santi what can I say), some basic stuff like self doubt, insecurity etc. If I ever miss anything lmk!!! Thank you to my love @welcometostayingawake for helping me with this, and for always talking Leather and Lace with me! A lot of thee are influenced by my personal HC's in the Leather and Lace universe. One of these days I'll do a LaL love languages post, all the guys and then Laci and Jana, then do Lorelei (Will's girlfriend) and Cameron (Benny's boyfriend) as they join our story.

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Will Miller

William John Miller is a quiet man; drastic contrast to his brother, but you love him dearly for it. He is your peace, a rock in the storm. Will prefers to let you do most of the talking. He'll listen about your day, and pay very close attention to your friend drama (how does he keep track of three different people named Grace? You'll never know). But don't confuse this for thinking he doesn't tell you how much he loves you. He may not be the best with words, but he never forgets to remind you how pretty he thinks you are. Will is very, very observant, this comes from how he grew up; needing to keep an eye on his dad's behaviors to prevent an outburst, and having to monitor Ben, keeping him from spiraling, but in the safety he felt in you, he used these skills in his favor. Will always noticed when something changed.

"Oh I like what you did with your make up today, did you get a new make up pallet?" "Is this a new dress? It looks great" "I love how you made this sauce, you added extra mushrooms, you remembered my favorite!" * Will isn't the most vocal in bed. He's not quiet, he always lets you know how apricated you are: appreciative moans, muttering about how beautiful you are, and soft praises about how good you are for him as he takes care of you after sex. You begin to notice how much the sounds you make and words you say spur him on. He holds his breath as you speak, you can hear a rumble in his chest when you moan. He likes to know how good he makes you feel.

"Just like that baby, perfect, you know my body so well" "Always make me feel so good, always make me feel safe" "Do whatever you want to me, I trust you, I trust you to take care of me always, sweetheart"

Santiago Garcia

Santiago Garcia will not shut the fuck up in bed. It would be annoying if he wasn't so goddamn good at it, sometimes you think you can come just from him speaking to you. And when he speaks in Spanish?!?! It doesn't even matter if you can understand him, although you know some key phrases and terms of endearment, oh my god, so many terms of endearment. His hands match his words, touching, touching, touching as he murmurs appreciation, his words interrupted by his devouring of your skin. He's frantic, as if he's afraid if he ever stops, you'll leave. He directs you, praises you, orders you along, knowing exactly what you need to hear, when to call you a needy slut, when to call you his perfect girl.

"God, you take my cock so well, so fucking good, mi amor" "Little whore needs my cock in her at all times? Hm? That's okay, I'm happy to fill you up just the way you like, you feel so perfect" "That's it, come for me, you look so pretty like this, so fucking wrecked" * He doesn't know how to stay. Santiago is completely unsure what it looks like in a long-term relationship, in domesticity. But at his heart, his grumpy old man heart, Santi is a caretaker. You notice how he lights up when you thank him, when you compliment the food he makes, and it's not that he likes when you're sick, he doesn't like when you feel bad, but he absolutely relishes in the chance to take care of you. Santi likes to know the small things he does don't go unnoticed, and you never hesitate to tell him, making sure he knows he's absolutely doing things right.

"Thank you for getting the groceries today, Santi, you even remembered everything I asked for!" "I love when you spend time with my siblings and cousins, it makes me happy that you want to get to know the people I love." "I appreciate that you always change the oil on my car and do maintenance, it's nice not to have to worry about it, takes a lot off my mind"

Francisco Morales

Throughout Frankie's life, he didn't have much stability, and that bled into his relationships; one by one, they fell apart. He was terrified of losing you, so he constantly made sure to tell you how much he loved you. You relished these moments with him, lazy Sunday mornings sprawled out in bed, gentle, loving sex as he whispers how much he loves you, dozing off again as you lay on his chest, the morning only interrupted as he got up to make coffee. When he crawled back under the covers, he brought you your cup, complimenting how lovely you looked in the morning sun, when you were certain you looked like Anna when she woke up in Frozen. He feels unworthy of you, and makes sure you always know how special you are to him.

"I could wake up to this sight every day, I never want to see anything but your pretty face." "Tu eres el amor de mi vida, my everything, I love you so fucking much" "I'm so lucky to have you, make me so happy every fucking day" *

You know Francisco feels insecure, that he worry's you'll leave him like most others have. So, you try to give him reminders whenever you can. Texts throughout the day saying how much you missed him and can't wait to go home, buying a dry erase marker to write messages on the bathroom or bedroom mirror for him to stumble on, leaving sticky notes in the lunch you pack. You try to not only remind him of your love, but the love of others that surround him, hoping he'll learn that he isn't a bourdon, but rather is highly adored.

"Miss you baby, don't watch Downton Abbey without me 😡🔫(this is a threat). Jk Jk, love you" "You're a good husband, a good dad, and a good friend, we're so lucky to have you in our lives." "Have a great day Frankie! Have fun with the guys, I bet they're so happy to spend the weekend with you. I'll miss you, but it makes me so happy when you have fun!"

Benjamin Miller

Benny was a bragger, through and through. What really got you was that he bragged about you when you weren't even listening. It's not that you snooped, you never would, but there's been times you go to bring him and Will some snacks and he's telling him about how you stood up for yourself to your parents or you accidently see Ben's group chat with the guys and he's saying how you 'sucked the life out of him' last night, in his words. It made you smile. In a life where you find those you love talking bad about you, it was nice to know he only ever spoke adoringly when you weren't looking. Benny Miller was one of the good ones, to be sure. But he didn't just brag to others, he constantly told you how proud he was of you, from the big wins to the smallest stuff, it was amazing the things that boy could turn into a celebration, benefits of a positive outlook.

"You got an A on your paper, that's amazing!! I never doubted you for a second, you're so smart, ever thought about going on jeopardy? You'd blow them all away" "You meme got 10 retweets, it's really doing the numbers today. I told you that you were fucking hilarious." "You're coming for me again? You're fucking amazing baby, always such a good girl for me" * You are well aware how much Benny craves attention, having never grown up with it. Always in Will's shadow and his dad abuse, Benny often acted out just to get some sort of attention, positive or not. You try your best to encourage him in his interests and hobbies as well never make him feel bad for spending time with those he loves that aren't you (and boy, does mr. sunshine has a lot of people he loves). You know his family, found and biological, is an extension of him, and the bonds he formed in the military are a part of who he is, so you do your best to listen to him and encourage those friendships.

"Of course, Santiago can come over for the game! Who is playing? Do you like those teams?" "I know today is hard since it's the anniversary of Tom's death, would you like to tell me about him? Maybe some fun stories?" "You did so good at you're fight baby! And look at the guys, their cheering so loud, I bet Will is so fucking proud right now!"

********************** Here is part threeeeeee! Less sad than some of the others. I had a lot of fun with this one! It was a challenge to try and get them to all express differently, but I think they are fairly accurate. I have specific head canons that may or may not be accurate, but the kind of stuff you see here is v applicable to within Leather and Lace, as I have versions of all the guys in my head within that universe lol. I hope you enjoy, be sure to check out my Joel Miller short series Darkness on the Edge of Town, and my TF series Awakening bc I just hit 500 followers, part of my celebration is a Benny X Santi chapter which I should be getting out this week!

@welcometostayingawake @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @kittyofalltrades @luciannadraven33 @littlenosoul @jake-g-lockley @milkymoon2483 @in-between-the-cafes @howaboutcastiel

[pokeprism14]

You, Rei, and Akari: FOR THE COOKIES!!!!

Beni: GET BACK HERE!!!

Cyllene, sipping her coffee: Have you given up yet?

Volo, sitting next to her: Yup.

[97ify]

this toji oneshot is going crazy atm. never wanted a woman more than i want y/n 🤧😩

[sluttywoozi]

Somewhere In The Middle | ljh x f!reader

Somewhere in the middle, I think I lied a little I said if we took it there I wasn't gonna change, But that went out the window

You and Jihoon started as roommates and naturally became best friends. After a breakup and a little too much wine, you become best friends who kiss, but there's no danger there... right?

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~9.7k | Pairing: ljh x f!reader

Genre: romance, smut, best friends/idiots to fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort

Warnings: mention of a breakup, alcohol use, besties to besties with benies to lovers, jealous/possessive jihoon, depiction of a nightmare (lots of water involved but no drowning), appetite issues/food eating, hurt/comfort

Smut Warnings: dom!jihoon, dirty talk, manhandling, strength kink, dumbification, breast/nipple play, oral r. rec., fingerfucking, biting, multiple orgasms, piv sex, creampie, pet names (princess, good girl), allusions to f. masturbation, reader goes into subspace a lil

Reader Notes: sub, taller than Jihoon, has breasts and a vagina, gets carried by jihoon, on some form of birth control, crybaby, she’s smart i swear being around jihoon just makes her dumb 

You and Jihoon have been roommates for three years and best friends for two and a half when It happens. 

It’s nearing midnight and most of the lights are off, the glare of the TV illuminating the room though it’s been muted for the past hour. You’re drunk on the couch and for once, Jihoon is drunk with you, helping you lament the shitty boyfriend you finally ditched. 

Well, the shitty boyfriend who ditched you. 

It stings that he was the one to end things, prickles to admit that maybe you had some hand in the crashing and burning of the relationship, but you still feel valid enough in his faults to complain to Jihoon about it on this dreary Friday night. 

“We hadn’t even kissed in like… weeks. And sex? I counted myself lucky he didn’t seem interested, he was that disappointing,” you bemoan, dropping your head on his shoulder and hugging his arm to your chest. Jihoon doesn’t love physical contact, but you’ve worn him down and now, you’re the only person he allows free reign. 

You think he even likes it at this point, especially when he presses his cheek to your head and sighs, “Men are the worst.”

“You’re a man, Jihoon,” you remind him, tilting your head up to glance at him, dislodging his cheek and making him look down at you. 

“Yeah, but I don’t count, do I?” He says sardonically, knocking his forehead against yours.

“I don’t know anymore,” you mumble. “I just miss kissing, and being touched, and-,” you hiccup, though whether it’s due to tears or to drink, you don’t know. “And I miss someone loving me.” 

Your eyes are misty now, Jihoon’s face blurry even though it’s inches from yours. 

“You know I love you, right?” He asks softly, and you try to smile through the tears, appreciative of him for attempting to make you feel better. 

“Yeah, but not like that,” you remind him, your eyes fluttering shut and your lips pouting. 

“But I could kiss you like I do.” 

You peek one eye open, blinking away the saltwater in your eyes, not even flinching when he brings a hand up to wipe it away from your cheek. 

“You could?” 

“I could,” he nods, his brows drawn together and his mouth tight. “I don’t want you to suffer like this when I can fix it.” 

You think it through for a split second, consider the fact that Jihoon is your roommate, your best friend, and decide that you don’t care. 

“Okay,” you whisper, fragility clear in your voice and in the fingers suddenly clutching at his shirt. 

“Just… promise me nothing will change, that we’ll still be us after,” he murmurs, leaning closer to you until his lips are a breath from yours. 

“I promise,” you tell him, though in the back of your mind, something whispers that it already has. 

Then he kisses you, and your brain goes perfectly silent. 

All you can feel is him, his palm on your face, his fingers in your hair, his soft lips sipping at yours like the wine you downed together just an hour ago. 

The room is quiet, filled only with your breathing and his, and every sensation is heightened by the peace surrounding you. 

His hand tilts your face, changing the angle as he glides his tongue along your bottom lip, and when you gasp, it darts inside, learning, exploring. 

Jihoon is lazy, you both know this, but apparently he’s the very opposite when it comes to kissing you because before long, he’s devouring you with vigor, panting into your mouth like he can’t catch his breath, searching like you’ve stolen it. 

You’re not faring much better, your grip tight on his shirt and your cheek hot under his hand, forgetting to even breathe as he kisses you stupid. Literally, you feel dumb with it, empty headed, no thoughts occupying your mind except for Jihoon, Jihoon, Jihoon. 

You suck in air when he rips his mouth away from yours, his fingers in your hair holding you back so you don’t follow him as his chest rises and falls erratically, a blush creeping up his neck and along his ears. 

“You should get to bed,” he whispers, his eyes hooded and his voice rough. 

“Yeah, I suppose I should,” you agree, even though you want to kiss him more, want him to take you apart, if you’re being honest. But something tells you not to push him this first night, not to ask for too much. 

So you tease him instead, murmuring, “Tuck me in?” only to gape at him when he slides off the couch and takes hold of your hand, tugging you up off the sofa and to your room. 

He waits on your bed as you half ass your skincare, handing you pajamas when you ask for them and getting up when you emerge from the bathroom. You climb under the duvet, think for just a second about asking him to join you, and whisper, “Goodnight, Jihoon.” 

“Goodnight,” he whispers back, before leaning in close and pressing his lips to yours one last time, mumbling into your mouth, “One for the road.”

After he leaves, you fall into sleep slowly, and when you do, it’s deep, dotted with dreams that taste like him. 

True to your word, nothing really changes. 

Except for the fact that you just… kiss now. 

When you’re tired, when you’re stressed, when you’re sad, when you’re needy. 

All it takes is a look and a little pout, and Jihoon is shaking his head and pressing his mouth to yours, his hand firm on your cheek and his tongue dancing over your bottom lip. You find yourself craving him when you’re at work or around friends or sometimes in your sleep, dreams full of feeling your body under his and his arms around you. 

Your kisses haven’t progressed to that yet, though you’re hoping they will soon. He usually keeps them chaste, but there are times you can tell he wants to take it further, by the way he holds your chin and angles your head so he can kiss you deeper, dirtier. 

Just two weeks after that night, he’s become a habit you can’t quit. 

It’s gotten to the point where he greets you with a smooch when you come home from work, a peck when you finish making dinner together, a soft kiss before you go to sleep in separate rooms. 

Most of the time, you wish you could follow him into his bedroom, climb into his bed and his arms and his ribcage, squish right in next to his big, juicy heart. But you promised nothing would change, that you and Jihoon would still be you and Jihoon, and you know that if you delete the spaces between you, it would change everything. 

So you content yourself with his kisses, with the little touches you steal as often as you can, with the knowledge that at the end of the day, you do have someone who loves you, even if he doesn’t love you like that. 

You’re laying on the couch with Jihoon, your legs resting on top of his thighs and his big hand warm on your ankle, when he asks you if anything interesting happened at work. 

Normally, you would have nothing to share, but today, something exciting did happen. 

“Oh! Yeah, actually, Jun from Accounting asked me out on a date,” you gush, your legs bouncing until his hand tightens into a near painful grip. 

“I didn’t know you were looking to date again,” he says pensively, his eyes suddenly on the TV and away from yours. 

“I mean, I’m not really, but he’s cute and sweet and I miss sex,” you sigh wistfully, letting your cheek rest on the back of the couch as you watch his jaw clench and unclench. 

“What did I say when I told you I could kiss you like I love you?” He asks, his gaze on you again and so much heavier than before, so much weightier and darker. You can almost feel it like a physical touch, the way it roves over you, assessing. 

You try to wrack your brain but you come up empty, an unfortunate occurrence when it comes to Jihoon. 

“I don’t remember,” you respond honestly, your main memory of that night being the kiss. 

“I said, ‘I don’t want you to suffer like this when I can fix it,’” he reminds you, before continuing, “You don’t know if this Jun guy will be any good, and I don’t want him to disappoint you.”

Your breath stalls in your chest at what you think he’s implying, but you need him to clarify before you jump to your own conclusions, fueled by delusion and desire as they might be. 

“So… what are you saying?” You ask slowly, pushing down the hope and heat rising within you. 

“I’m saying that I’ll take care of you. You miss being touched? You miss being fucked? Let me be the one, not some rando who might not even be able to make you cum.”

Fuck. He’s so- You don’t even know what he is at this point. 

You sort of feel the need to leap to Jun’s defense, but by the fire in Jihoon’s eyes, you think that would be the wrong move to make right now. You also don’t know if you can speak, with your tongue tied by lust as it is. 

He’s still staring at you, his face unreadable but his hand hot, tight on your ankle, like if you tried to get away, he wouldn’t let you. 

That won’t be happening, not when all you want to do is crawl closer, into his lap maybe so you can feel his chest against yours and his heat between your legs, so he can pull you into him and show you just how well he can take care of you. 

“Okay,” you breathe out, because you need to respond sooner or later, and that’s the only word you can summon at this moment in time. 

“Tell Jun you won’t be going out with him,” Jihoon commands, and you bristle at his domineering tone but you also feel yourself clench, just a little. You acquiesce all the same. 

hey Jun! i have to say no to your offer, i just don’t really like to mix business with romance, I’m sorry ☹️

“Done?” He asks, waiting for your nod to swipe your phone out of your hands, put it on Do Not Disturb, and slide it between the couch cushions before yanking you toward him by the grip he has on your ankle. 

“Hey!” You exclaim, out of breath and full of indignation. “Don’t be rude.” 

“We’ve been best friends for two and a half years, you think I don’t know what you like by now?” He asks rhetorically. “You like getting manhandled, like being talked down to, and then you like being treated like the pretty little princess you are. Am I wrong?” 

God, he’s so hot. You hate him. 

“No,” you answer petulantly. “You’re not wrong,” you continue when he raises an eyebrow and loosens his touch. 

You barely even recognize Jihoon right now, he’s being so cocky and mean and sexy. The smirk he sends you makes you shiver, or maybe it’s the fingers swiftly smoothing up your leg. Curse your little pajama shorts and curse his big, warm hands. 

He’s just about to reach your panties when you whisper, “Wait!” 

“What’s wrong?” His eyes are sharp on yours, his hand frozen as he evaluates you for misgivings and anxieties. 

“Just-,” you sigh and wriggle a little bit in shyness. “Not here, I can get… messy.” 

His smirk is back and bigger than ever as he shoves your legs off his lap, stands, and leans down to haul you over his shoulder, making you gasp and cling to him for dear life. 

“Jihoon, I’m too-“

“I squat 450, babe, you’re fine,” his palm cracks down on your ass as he speaks, both his words and his touch making you whimper. 

You assume he’ll take you to your bed but he takes you to his instead, and when he roughly deposits you on his comforter and pushes your hands to rest above your head, all you can do is stare as he yanks his shirt off and tosses it to the side. 

You see him topless often enough, but in this context, it’s different. You actually get to look this time, and you let your eyes travel slowly over every inch of pale skin and muscle, feeling your center start to throb when he palms his growing cock and slides his own little pajama shorts down. 

He leaves on his boxer briefs and sets a knee on the bed, slowly climbing over you until he’s got his hands bracketing your head and his knees spreading your thighs. You’re surrounded by him, his scent overpowering in the best way now that you’re in his bed and under his body. 

This is exactly where you’ve wanted to be for weeks, but now that you’re here, you find you’re feeling a little nervous. Jihoon, obviously, can read you like a book and asks in a low voice, “Would it help if I told you what I’m going to do?” 

“Um, yes,” you answer, because of course it’ll help, in more ways than one. “You already know?” 

“I have the makings of a plan. First, I think I’ll kiss you until your head is too empty for nerves. After that, I’ll play with your tits until you’re crying for me. Then, I’ll eat you out until you cum, and fuck you with my fingers until you cum again,” his voice is low, seductive enough that you’re nodding without even realizing it, close to begging before he’s even gotten started. 

“And then you’ll fuck me?” You ask weakly, feeling small under him even though you’re taller than him in actuality. 

“Maybe. If I feel like you’ve earned it,” he teases, or at least you hope he’s teasing, because if he doesn’t give you his dick tonight, you think you might go crazy. 

“I feel better, I think,” you whisper faintly, and you actually do, now that you know how he’s going to take care of you, what he’s going to do to you. 

“Good, that’s the goal here.” 

He almost smiles, you can see his lips twitching, but he doesn’t let them stretch in a grin. Instead, he slowly lowers his body to lay over yours, dropping to his elbows and letting his legs relax so he’s pressed up against you, weighing you down to the bed. You feel safe, secure like this, and you can’t help but sigh into Jihoon’s mouth when his lips meet yours, a soft, relieved sigh born from knowing you’re in good hands. 

Good, large, warm hands, one petting your head and the other cupping your jaw to pull you into his kiss, as if you need any encouragement. He’s gentle until he’s not, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip and his mouth sucking at the sting, his tongue pushing between your lips when they open on a gasp. 

You feel more than hear his groan when you shyly glide your tongue against his, the sound rumbling through your mouth and straight down to your core. You’re already throbbing, just from this, and you can’t believe you’ll have to endure his evil, delicious mouth on your tits when he’s finally deemed you brainless enough to move on. 

It won’t be long before that happens, you already know, because your thoughts are starting to sift through your fingers like sand, too hazy to pin down and not important enough to try. A voice in the back of your mind whispers this will ruin you, but then he does something with his tongue that makes your breath catch and your pussy clench, and the voice goes silent. 

In fact, every racing thought in your mind is gone, eroded by Jihoon’s whirlwind, and you actually whine when he pulls away, your kiss-swollen lips open and attempting to chase him for more. He doesn’t let you, shifting back to sit on his knees and pulling you up with him so he can wrench off your tank top and flimsy bralette. 

He lets out a shaky sigh, his eyes caught on the rise and fall of your tits as you try to regulate your breathing, before pushing you back down with a firm hand on your shoulder. He keeps the other on your waist, preventing you from just collapsing back on the bed, and follows you with his body, his gaze heady and his lips parted. 

He doesn’t waste any time, immediately leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth and bringing his fingers up to pluck and squeeze at the other, both of them pebbling under his attention. They’re extra sensitive today for some reason, but that might just be because it’s Jihoon touching them, wrapping his lips around them, warming them with the heat of his mouth and fingers. 

Time slips away as he works you over, his tongue plush and soft and fever hot on your tits, his fingers unrelenting, just on the right side of mean as he twists and pinches whichever nipple isn’t in his mouth. He alternates every so often, never leaving a side neglected, and eventually gets into a rhythm that has you whimpering and arching into him, begging him with your body to keep going. 

You can’t feel how wet you are with your legs spread by his body like this, but you have to be soaking by now with the way your cunt is fluttering, your walls squeezing down on nothing as he sucks and bites and worries at your breasts with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. You already want him to make you cum so bad, and you distantly remember what he said just a little bit ago. 

Until you’re crying for me. 

Well, you can certainly do that. The tears are already rising to your eyes, already burning in your throat, making your breath hitch and your chest stutter beneath him. You don’t know when you closed your eyes but they’re bleary when you open them, your lashes lined with saltwater as you look down at him. 

He’s looking at you, probably has been this whole time, and when he sees the first tear fall, he pops off your nipple and presses his smirk into your breast, his hand still firm on the other. 

“Jihoon, please,” you whisper thickly, and for a moment, you’re scared he’ll make you outline what you’re asking for. He doesn’t, thankfully, just shifts back up on his knees to admire his handiwork. You can only imagine the picture you must make, your chest covered in his teeth marks and your nipples swollen and spit-slick, your eyes half-lidded with desire and need, not a single critical thought behind them. 

He visibly collects himself, taking in a deep breath and letting it flow out as he tucks his fingertips in the waistband of your shorts and panties. You don’t have enough brain power to think of lifting your hips to help him so he pulls them up with one hand and wrenches your pajamas down with the other, dropping you back down to the bed when they’ve cleared your ass and he can tug them the rest of the way off. 

Your legs have bent in the process, your feet resting on his knees, and he takes hold of your ankles, straightening your legs out before dragging his hands up and setting them on your thighs. You expect him to push them apart, to move you like he has been, but instead he says, “Show me.”

You’re past being shy but you still feel a little vulnerable, so it takes you a few breaths to slowly spread your legs. The air clings to your arousal, cool compared to your heat, and the longer he stares, the faster your heart beats. His hands press to your inner thighs, keeping them apart so he can memorize every inch of you. 

“Fuck,” he exhales laboriously. “You weren’t kidding.”

“About what?” You ask tremulously, with not even a bit of a clue as to what he’s talking about. 

“About getting messy. You’re so fucking wet, I think I could slide in right now,” he sounds far away, like he’s imagining it, picturing himself sinking his cock into you, filling you up to the brim. 

Now you’re picturing it too, and your thighs try to squeeze together to soothe the ache between your legs but he’s still holding them open, and he’s too strong for you to even bother fighting his grip. 

“Maybe you should,” you moan enticingly, one hand leaving its place above your head to drift over your body and down to your pussy. It doesn’t get that far, not when he levels a stern, warning look at you, one that makes your clit pulse and your heart race. 

Adequately discouraged, you bring your hand back up and lace your fingers together, leaving you spread out and powerless beneath him. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and you can’t hide the way the words light you up inside, make you want to be even more compliant for him, make you want to be so good you become his best girl. 

He smirks at your response, a look in his eye like he’s filing every little reaction away for the future, hope blooming in your chest that maybe there will be a future. You can admit that you don’t want this to be the only time, your first and last with him. 

(What you can’t admit yet is that this is already more than sex for you.)

Fuck, your thoughts are coming back, no longer so nebulous and murky, now too solid for you to swim through like before. You know Jihoon can see it in your gaze, and he moves so quickly, you can hardly make sense of it. 

Before you can take another breath, he’s on his belly between your legs, your thighs still pushed apart by his hands as he all but dives into your dripping pussy. You don’t know what you expected but it definitely wasn’t this, his tongue pushing inside of you, reaching as far as it can go and licking your walls on its way out, his nose grazing your clit with every jerk of his chin into you. It feels like actual heaven, his tongue so lithe and agile and smooth as it fucks in and out of you, sparks zipping through your veins with every drag of his nose over your clit. 

He refocuses his attention, his mouth shifting to suck gently at the bundle of nerves, lulling you into a dreamy state driven by soft pressure and the vibrations of his little groans around you. Your head is finally, blissfully empty again, and Jihoon seems to be able to sense the switch, because he starts sucking harder, flicking his tongue back and forth over the bud until it has its own heartbeat.

You lift your head up, tucking your chin into your chest so you can watch him, his dark hair against your thighs, his face between your legs, that smart mouth wrapped around you. 

You’ve never cum from just oral before, but you’ve also never had someone eat you out with so much dedication, so much fervor, and everything is made better by the fact that it’s not just someone, it’s Jihoon. 

Jihoon, your best friend who you sometimes miss even when he’s sitting right next to you, his thigh pressed against yours and his arm around your shoulders. 

Jihoon, your roommate who you occasionally stare at for just a bit too long when he stumbles into the kitchen wearing only his little shorts and a serious case of bedhead. 

Jihoon, your Jihoon. 

Suddenly, the wave is building, sucking you into its undertow, and you can’t keep your head up or your eyes open as pleasure grows and grows and grows until finally, the wave crests. It might have been your thoughts, it might have been the heady groan that reverberated around your clit, it might have been both. Either way, you’re lost under the surface in a sea of bliss, and when Jihoon breaks away and gets his knees under him, you assume it’s to offer you a hand, to help pull you out. 

And then you feel that hand petting over your sensitive pussy, feel the drag of his fingertips over your clit, and you realize he’s not going to pull you out, he’s going to drown you further. 

One finger slides inside of you, longer and thicker than your own, giving you something to clench down on as your walls continue to spasm with aftershocks of your orgasm. He bites out a swear, and internally you preen at his reaction to feeling you for the first time. Externally, you can only buck your hips into his touch and whine something that sounds like his name as he pulls his finger out and returns with two. 

The fullness makes you sigh, the feeling of warm flesh and bone decadent after months of silicone, and when he crooks those fingers inside of you and starts searching, you know you’re done for. 

You can’t ever find your g-spot on your own, your fingers are too short and your toys aren’t shaped right, and the second he locks in, you know he won’t stop. He’s the same when he’s writing a song - once he finds his flow, he could be lost to you for hours, days, weeks. The thought of him devoting that same focus to you sends a flash of electricity down your spine, one that ends with a squeeze of your cunt around him. 

You can feel his eyes on you and blink your own open to meet his gaze, the eye contact hypnotizing, consuming. The next curl of his fingers brushes something inside of you that makes your face crumple, makes you forget how to breathe, and his stare grows determined as he taps his fingertips in the same spot. Instantly, you feel yourself get wetter, feel it seep out around his fingers and drip down your ass to his bed, and his face grows darker somehow, his stare penetrating and possessive. 

He leaves the sensitive patch alone for a little bit, sliding his fingers in and out, getting you used to the rhythm and the sensation of being fucked with them, and then he starts grinding into it with every thrust, the muscles of his arm flexing as his pace rockets up. It sounds fucking obscene, the squelch of your soaking cunt around his fingers, especially paired with your breathy, high pitched noises, your whines and whimpers and gasps. 

You’re already getting close again, but you don’t want to cum so soon, don’t want this to be over if he decides you haven’t earned his cock. 

“Jihoon!” You squeak, squirming beneath him in pained pleasure, though you can’t get anywhere with his hand pressing your thigh down and his fingers filling you up. 

“Be a good girl and take it for me, hm?” His voice is so low and rough, you almost don’t recognize it, but you listen anyway, trying your best to be still under his siege because all you want is to be good for him, for only him. 

“There we go, that’s my girl,” he murmurs under his breath, his words like a live wire snaking around your throat, stealing your voice and leaving you to shudder beneath him as he works a third finger in and sets his thumb on your clit. 

You wonder if he’s stretching you out to fuck you, or if he just remembers you tipsily spilling to him that you prefer to cum on three instead of two. You don’t want to get your hopes up so you stop thinking, just lay there and take it, exactly like he said. His knuckles pound against the lips of your cunt as he fucks you hard with his fingers, the tips hooking into your g-spot on every stroke in and scissoring on every stroke out. 

You can feel heat spreading throughout your body, the fire starting in your lower belly and traveling through your veins to scald every limb, to raze every cell. You’re on the precipice of something great, something that will destroy you, but you need just a little more, though you don’t know what it is that you need. 

Jihoon does, of course Jihoon does, and as soon as he demands, “Cum for me, now,” you feel the dam break and the euphoria flood you, the icy bite of release sharp and cutting, dousing all of the embers burning within you, leaving you to tremble and try to breathe through every last curl of his fingers. He’s still fucking you with them, but he’s slowed down, gentled his touch, eventually leaving them within you with his fingertips pressed right into that sensitive spongy spot inside. 

You feel like you’re floating, adrift, lost, until he releases your thigh and leans down over you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that feels starkly different from the rest. This one has purpose, it has meaning, it has heart, and the sheer longing you feel for him has tears welling up and bubbling out of the corners of your eyes, dripping down the sides of your face into your hair. 

When he pulls away, you can’t stop them, and soon enough, you’re bawling like a baby. Usually, Jihoon seems uncomfortable with your crying, but now, he just pulls his fingers out of you with a slick pop and wipes them off on the comforter, laying down next to you and pulling you into his arms. 

He lets you cry on his chest for who knows how long, one hand rubbing comforting circles on your back and the other cupping the cheek not pressed to his pec, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone in a soothing pattern. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he whispers into the air when your sobs start to taper off, replaced by soft breaths in and out as you slowly drop into sleep. 

You know you’re in a nightmare. 

You’re sprinting through the night, pouring rain pounding the street and covering the sounds of your footsteps. There’s a car ahead of you and you know Jihoon is driving, and that’s what tips you off because Jihoon can’t drive. 

You’re running as fast as you can, but not fast enough, even though the car seems to be slowing down, the distance decreasing between it and you until you can maybe, maybe reach out and latch onto the bumper. You throw a hand out and your fingertips graze the fender, and then it speeds up and disappears from sight, leaving you alone in the darkness of the storm, water steadily rising until it covers your knees, your hips, your waist. You try to float but something is weighing you down, and just as the water surges above your head, you wake up. 

You blink rapidly in the dark, unfamiliar room, your heart thumping so hard in your chest that you can feel it, though you start to calm down when you take in a deep breath and all you can smell is Jihoon. You pat around the bed for him but find you’re alone in the room, dread pooling in your stomach as you start to wonder where he is. 

You won’t be able to sleep again until you see him, until you know he won’t leave you behind like he did in the nightmare, so you clumsily roll out of bed, your limbs shaky and your thighs and pussy a bit tender from the way he handled you just a few hours ago. You stumble through the door, following the sound of soft snores to the living room, where Jihoon is spread out on the couch, barely covered in a blanket. 

A frown pinches his face, his brow tight with stress, and you want to smooth it out with your thumb, want to snuggle into the spaces left unoccupied, but you don’t want to wake him, and more than that, you don’t want to know if he’d push you away. 

You try to tell yourself that he just likes to sleep alone, that you were too warm for him to really rest, that him leaving has nothing to do with what happened.

Deep down, you know it has everything to do with what happened.  

You take in a shaky breath and exhale it quietly, praying he’ll stay asleep as you dig your phone out from between the couch cushions. He does, and you thank him for being such a deep sleeper before darting off to your room and checking your texts. 

There’s one from your bestie, asking for updates about the developing situation between you and Jihoon (you could keep it from anyone but her), and a text from Jun, telling you no worries at all and that he’d see you around, which only makes your heart feel heavier. 

Needing something to do, you strip Jihoon’s bed of the damp comforter and put it in the wash along with your shorts and panties, relying once again on his ability to sleep through anything. 

You numbly carry out your skincare routine before putting yourself to bed, laying awake reliving every moment in his bedroom from beginning to end, ready to admit to yourself that you’ve changed like you promised you wouldn’t.

That he’s not just a best friend to you anymore.

That you no longer want to be you and Jihoon but youandJihoon, with no spaces in between. 

That you might even be in- 

No, you’re not ready for that yet. 

You fall asleep eventually, and there are no more nightmares, but no more dreams either. 

Jihoon is pulling away, and you don’t know what to do. 

He doesn’t kiss you anymore, doesn’t cook with you anymore, doesn’t even watch TV with you anymore, even when you put on the anime you were powering through together. He just stays holed up in his room, keeps the door shut where it used to be open, coming out only to eat or go to the gym. 

You’re trying to shake it off, the grip that night still has on you, but it’s difficult when you have no idea what’s going on with Jihoon.

Does he regret it? Is it that he can’t even stand the sight of you? What if he hates you now? 

Those are the main questions that occupy your frazzled thoughts, though you fear with the way he’s behaving, you’ll never get an answer to them. 

Soon enough, you find you can barely stand to be in the apartment with the ghost of him, the reminder of his absence like a punch to the gut every single time you do something without him.

You start spending more time at your best friend’s place, her boyfriend happy to lend her to you so he can game more, though he steals her back every night before you force yourself to return home. 

When you do, you pass his closed door and tell yourself, you’re not in love with him, you’re not in love with him, you’re not in love with him, like a mantra. 

You don’t think it’s working.

Four weeks pass by in much the same fashion, and you’re on the verge of tearing your hair out and begging him on your knees to come back when he finally shows himself. 

You’re sitting in the kitchen alone, your comfort music playing on the smart speaker as you force yourself to eat even with your appetite all but gone. You hear his door open and freeze, torn between staying where you are to confront him and scurrying off to your room so you don’t have to see him. 

He appears before you can make that choice, his mouth drawn tight and his face shadowed. He hesitates in the doorway like he’s not sure if he’s allowed inside, and you’re mad at him, so fucking mad at him, but more than that, you miss him.

Miss his quiet humor and his cackle of a laugh and his sparkling eyes and his warm body. You miss having his shine on you, miss knowing that you’re his favorite, that he doesn’t treat anyone else the way he treats you, that you’re special. 

And fuck it, fuck everything, because you are in love with him. 

So you sigh and offer, “There’s more fried rice on the stove, if you’re hungry.”

It’s not an olive branch, but a lifeline, one you frantically toss into the treacherous sea that used to be your friendship, hoping he’ll take it and let you reel him back into your arms, into your life. 

He forces a smile, one that doesn’t meet his eyes or even his cheeks, just barely curling the corners of his mouth as he lumbers over. He walks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, your very own Atlas, though you’ve never known his strength to falter, not until now. 

He scoops up some rice into the bowl you still habitually leave out for him and joins you at the counter, sitting heavily on the stool across from you and starting to eat. He’s slow about it, as if his appetite is as minuscule as yours. You keep your eyes on your bowl, avoiding looking at the gauntness of his cheeks and the cut of his jawline and trying to work up the courage to ask him what the fuck is going on. 

An hour passes and you’ve finally finished eating, Jihoon taking both your bowl and his to the sink, quickly washing them and the utensils as you pack up the leftovers and store them in the fridge. You finish around the same time, and the chasm between you seems to widen ever further, the ledge you’re trapped on shrinking before your very eyes. 

He takes in a deep breath and clears his throat, and somehow, you just know he’s going to say something that will cleave your fragile heart in two. Something like ‘it was a mistake,’ or ‘we can’t do that again,’ or-

“I don’t think we should live together anymore.” 

Oh. Well, that’s infinitely worse. 

“Okay,” you say dazedly, for the third time since you started this with him, because once again, you have no other words. Also maybe because you wouldn’t be able to get anything else out with the way you’re swallowing back tears. 

“Okay?” He questions harshly, just a hint of life flowing back into him as his temper ignites. His brow furrows at you, his mouth opening and closing like he doesn’t know where to begin because there’s too much to say. “What do you mean, ‘okay’?” 

“What do you mean, what do I mean? What else do you want me to say?” You can’t help but raise your defenses, attempting to protect all the little fragments of your heart as they lay at his feet. 

“I want you to-,” he blinks rapidly, his face slowly turning red as he sputters, “Don’t you at least want to know why? We’ve lived together for three fucking years, I thought you’d care a little more.” 

“Don’t turn this around on me! Of course I fucking care,” you don’t mean to raise your voice, but you can’t believe his audacity, abandoning you for weeks on end and then expecting you to chase after him. “But I don’t know if I want to know why, because this already fucking hurts! It’s hurt for the past month. I mean, I literally cried myself to sleep on you and then woke up alone. And I’ve been alone every day since. How do you think that’s made me feel?” 

You don’t want to cry in front of him right now, not after what happened last time, but you can’t hold back the tears anymore, not when they’re burning behind your eyes and closing up your throat. 

“I was trying to protect you, I still am,” he claims desperately, softening at your words and the sight of your watering eyes. “I can’t be what you need.” 

“I don’t need you to be anything but my best friend,” you whisper brokenly, lying through your teeth in an effort to keep him here, keep him close. 

“That’s the problem.” 

He sounds like he’s pleading for you to understand, to find the hidden meaning in his words, but you’re too worked up, too on edge and hurt to make sense of anything. 

“How is that a problem? You made me promise nothing would change, that we’d still be us, and now me wanting you to be my best friend is a problem?” 

“Well, I’m sorry but I didn’t think I would fucking fall in love with you!” He all but shouts, his eyes wide and his chest heaving before he sucks in a shuddering breath and takes a step back, running a hand through his messy hair and looking away from you. 

His words ring in your ears, blending together into a jumble of sounds that you can’t parse through, until you’re not sure he even uttered them at all. 

“Say that again?” You request quietly, feeling a bit out of your body, a bit out of your mind. 

“Don’t make me, please, not when you don’t-,” he stops himself like he can’t bear to speak the words. 

So he really did say it. 

“And how do you know I don’t? Did you ever even think to ask before trying to take yourself out of my life?” You whisper with exhaustion and misery, wounded feelings warring with the hope attempting to blossom within you. 

Jihoon seems stunned at your questions, like he really, truly was certain you didn’t love him back. 

“Were you protecting me, or yourself?” You have to ask, if only to make him realize what seems so obvious to you. 

“Maybe… maybe both,” he bites his lips and looks away, crossing his arms over his chest as his shoulders tense with what you assume is regret and perhaps a little embarrassment. That’s not why you asked him those things, and you can’t bear to see him so closed off to you still, not now that you know how he feels. 

“Jihoon, I didn’t expect to fall in love with you either, but I did. Like, after the first kiss, if I’m being honest,” you laugh weakly at yourself, hoping to put him more at ease. 

“You did?” He asks cautiously, waiting for your nod to let some of the tension in his shoulders go. 

You take a step toward him and then another, and another, until you’re close enough to grip both of his arms and unfold them. 

He lets you, his gaze back on your face, something like pained wonderment in his eyes as you tuck his arms around your waist and cup his cheeks. You lean in, your lips just inches from his, and whisper, “Kiss me like you love me?” 

“Should be easy enough,” he whispers back before pressing his mouth to yours gently, reverently, his hands careful on your back as he tugs you closer. This kiss reminds you of the last one you shared, the one that made you sob yourself to sleep, but this time, there’s no longing involved, no sadness, because this time, you know he’s yours. 

He pulls away before you’re ready, but you release his cheeks and let him go, love-tinged surprise bursting in you when he holds you tighter and pulls you into a hug. He buries his face in your neck and you twine your arms around his, one hand sinking into his hair to scratch at his scalp and the other rubbing his back as he breathes you in. 

You’re always the one seeking affection, the one reaching for him, and you feel the cracks in your fractured heart start to seal back up as he whispers into your skin, “I love you, so fucking much.”

“I love you more,” you murmur, laughing freely when he pulls back and says, “Don’t even start, you know I’ll win.” 

“Yeah, because you fight dirty,” you tease, giggling until he promises, “Baby, you have no idea.” 

He claims your lips in a deep, ardent kiss, one that soon makes your knees weak and your thoughts turn to stardust in your head. One of his hands rises to the nape of your neck, holding you to him and controlling the angle so he can kiss you how he wants. The other drops to your hip, pushing you against the counter as he knocks your legs apart with a knee and fills the space in between with his body. 

You gasp into his mouth and he slips his tongue inside of yours, a rumbling groan vibrating into your lips when your fingers clench in his hair. It’s so soft and his body is so hard, the dichotomy of the sensations stealing your breath as he pushes himself against you, grinding his thickening bulge into your thinly covered core. 

You’re wearing those blasted pajama shorts again but of course it’s laundry day so they’re the only layer covering your center, and almost embarrassingly rapidly, you feel them dampening. You don’t know if Jihoon can feel it too but he’ll notice soon enough, and you can already picture the pleased smirk that’ll stretch his lips when he realizes how wet you’ve gotten for him. 

It’s not your fault though, he’s so hot and you love him so much and he still hasn’t fucked you. It’s been four weeks since he touched you, and when you weren’t battling through nightmares, you were stuck in dreams of him touching you more. You still couldn’t conjure the feeling of his cock, or even the look of it, and deep below the raincloud of loneliness that’s been following you, there was a hunger, a yearning, a desperation to finally know him in this way. 

Unable to stand it any longer, you break the kiss and summon your courage to pant, “Please fuck me, Jihoon.”

You expect him to tease you, to draw this out until you’re really begging, but he just releases you and takes your hand, dragging you behind him to his bedroom. When he pulls you through the doorway, you gasp at the sight that greets you, piles of clothes on the floor and sheet music and scrawled lyrics taped to nearly every free inch of the walls. 

He’s normally clean, meticulous, about both his music and his space, and part of you feels sad, sorry that he’s been affected this much, but another part of you feels relieved that he’s suffered just like you have. The rest of you feels ravenous, and that’s what you focus on as he rips off his shirt and reaches for yours, his eyes hot on your breasts when they’re revealed to him. 

His hands cover them immediately, cupping to test the weight of them and squeezing to feel the give, his thumbs rubbing circles around your nipples until they pucker for him. A shiver rolls through you as he ducks his head to suck one into his hot, wet mouth, groans vibrating against your skin like he loves the taste of you. He moves over to the other side, nipping at the bud and laving his tongue over it, his fingers pinching and pulling the one that’s still spit-slick. 

When he pops off and brings his eyes back to yours, they’re deep, dark, covetous, and you’re so hypnotized by his stare that you don’t even notice he’s wrapped his arms around your waist until he lifts you and drops you onto his bed. 

You land on your back, your breath exiting your lungs in a whoosh, knocked out by his rough handling, the action only making you feel hotter for him. He doesn’t give you much time to recover, his fingers tucking in the hem of your shorts and starting to pull them down. You have enough wherewithal to lift your hips for him this time, and when he tosses them aside, you don’t even wait for him to tell you what to do, you just rest your hands above your head, spread your legs, and let him see the mess he’s made of you. 

“Fuck,” he gasps out, climbing onto the bed and settling on his stomach between your thighs, his head turning and his teeth latching onto the sensitive skin along the inside. It stings but you love the ache, hope you’ll bear the indentations for days after, though you know he’ll just replace them when they fade away. 

He releases you when he’s satisfied, licking over the dents to soothe the burn before pressing his hands to the backs of your thighs and lifting them onto his shoulders. His eyes meet yours just as he leans forward and drags his tongue from cunt to clit, the fire in them sparking brighter when you buck into his mouth and whine sharply. 

His thumbs come up to spread your pussy apart and then he’s on you, sucking, nibbling, biting, relearning every fold and contour of your cunt with apt attention. His tongue darts inside, tasting you at the source, and the groan that escapes him reverberates through your whole body, making your thighs squeeze around his head. 

He moves his hands, one wrapping tight around your thigh and pulling it to the side to give him more room, the other shifting down to pet at your entrance. He lets you take in one breath before he starts to sink two fingers inside of you, pushing at your walls to make space until his knuckles are flush with your cunt. 

You can feel yourself fluttering around his digits, the fullness blissful and the warmth comforting, and you almost think you have a hope of lasting more than a few minutes until his lips wrap around your clit and his fingers curl. 

How he can pinpoint your g-spot after just one encounter, you don’t know, but all you can do is hold tight to the sheets beneath your hands and try not to scream as he builds up his rhythm. It’s fast, staccato, his fingers tapping into that spongy spot over and over, your arousal so abundant it’s seeping out of you. 

He works in a third finger, and that’s when you know it’s over, the stretch of your inner muscles around him immaculate as he grinds his fingertips into your front wall, playing you like an instrument and drawing the orgasm out of you as if he’s conducting an orchestra. 

His mouth is nowhere near as graceful, the pulse of his lips around your clit erratic and hurried, his mouth opening wider every so often to gather more of your arousal on his tongue and swallow it down. 

The difference in sensations is what sends you careening over the edge, freefalling through the clouds of euphoria until Jihoon rips himself away from you and yanks you back down to earth. 

“Fuck, I have to be inside of you,” he slurs, his face red and his eyes hazy. He lowers your thighs to the bed and sits up on his knees, licking around his glossy lips to chase the taste of you as he pushes his shorts and underwear down enough to free his dick. 

Your eyes fly to it immediately, desperate to get your first look, and when it bobs in the air, a pearl of precum dripping from the head down the shaft, you almost want to cry. 

You didn’t think dicks could be pretty but Jihoon’s is fucking gorgeous; thick and long enough to make you ache tomorrow, lightly pink toned until the head where it’s red and blushed, the entire thing so hard you feel your core throb just at the thought of having it inside of you. 

“Please, please, please,” you whimper, need clear in your voice as you watch him crawl toward you. 

He doesn’t stretch himself out on top of you like you expect, instead laying on his side next to you and sliding the arm closest to you under your back, gathering your legs with his other arm so you’re bundled up against his chest. You can’t help but wrap your own arms around him, holding him to you for both stability and comfort, your eyes caught on his as he looks down at you. 

You love feeling so close to him after so many weeks apart, love being surrounded by him and held by him, love feeling his heart beating and his lungs expanding against you, evidence that he’s alive and he’s here with you. 

“Line me up, baby. I’ll do the rest,” he murmurs low in your ear, and you obey as if you’re under his spell, reaching around your legs to take hold of his perfect cock and align it with your entrance. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, just as he starts to push inside, and you know he said it then so he could feel how your pussy responds to him but you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, not when his face flushes with pleasure, his brows pushing together and his mouth falling open as he carves a path inside of you that’s just for him to tread, just for him to own. He feels like magic inside of you, the way he fills you to the brim and warms you from the inside out, the way you finally feel complete, like he’s the last piece to your puzzle. 

He’s still for a few trembling seconds, and you can’t tell if he’s letting you get used to him or if he’s trying to keep from cumming, but either way, you want to torment him, just a little. 

So you squeeze your inner muscles around him, luxuriating in the tightening of his hands on you and the swear he grits out, his eyes flashing heatedly at you as he draws his hips back and shoves them forward. 

The loss of him makes you whine but the sudden fullness makes you keen, your cheeks heating at the sound of him bottoming out inside of you, the squelch that follows making him smirk. He can’t hold it for long, not when he gives you one testing thrust, then a second, then a third, and you cry out for him every single time. 

You’re responsive in bed, you knew this already, but you never thought you’d be this loud, this wet, this pliant for him. All you want to do is lay here in his arms and let him fuck you how he wants, use you how he wants, take you how he wants, letting him know with your voice and your pussy just how much you love every single second. 

You don’t want to think, or call the shots, or make decisions, not when you know you don’t need to with him, and suddenly you remember him saying, “You like being treated like the pretty little princess you are,” and fuck, he was right. 

Jihoon must see it in your eyes, how the submission has taken over, because he coos and presses his lips to your cheek, still fucking in and out of you as he says, “You are my good girl, aren’t you?” 

You manage to nod and whine, “Wanna be your best girl.” 

His face softens even as his thrusts don’t, his voice gentle as he says, “You already are, baby. You’re my best girl and my only girl, okay? So don’t worry your pretty little head with anything, I’ll take care of you.” 

That’s enough to have you tearing up again, this time in relief and rapture. He doesn’t miss a beat, kisses away the saltwater as it dots your cheeks and continues to sink into you so deeply, it’s like you can feel him in your guts. 

Pleasure starts to spool up inside of you, scorching twine coiling tighter and tighter and tighter, moans and whimpers continuously escaping your parted lips as you feel a rush of molten gold surge through your veins, your pussy fluttering and then clamping down on him. 

He shudders out a groan and fucks you through it, the friction on your rippling walls sublime, elongating your ecstasy until he finally breaks with you, filling you with a burst of warmth as his white hot cum coats the depths of you, starting to gather around your entrance when it has nowhere left to go. 

You pant, trying to catch your breath and gather what little wits remain as he tucks his legs up beneath your thighs, removing the arm bolstering them and bringing his hand up to caress your cheek.

Your tears are starting to dry up as you slowly come back to yourself, and he brushes the remnants away, whispering soothing, affectionate words to you.

He tells you how much he's missed you, how sorry he is for shutting you out, for leaving you alone. He tells you how he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you, how everything he's written for the past month has either been a love song or a breakup song, how all of them made him cry too much to record a guide so sorry, baby, but you can't listen to any yet.

Then he tells you that he loves you, that you never have to worry about being alone again, that he'll be with you for the rest of your life.

So when he carefully reclaims his arms, kisses your temple and slowly pulls out before climbing off the bed, you don’t panic, because you know that he’s not leaving leaving, that he’ll come back to you this time. 

And when he does, a warm, damp washcloth in one hand and your water bottle in the other, you feel a bone-deep love settle into you, one that you know is here to stay. 

AN: shamelessly self indulgent, reader is me i am reader

thank you for reading, i know this was a long one!

pls lmk your thoughts i am desperate to know 😩

this is the longest oneshot i've ever written but i really wanted to have a complete narrative and im so happy with it but also nervous to share it 🥹

inspired by pretty please by dua lipa but became a beast of its own

[monzabee]

red, white and blue's in the sky (social media au) -

masterlist ||

Summary: The one where Charles has an olympian girlfriend.

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader (model used: zehra güneş)

Warnings: none other than some cursing and the internet being the internet, kym illman

Author's Note: hi, hey, hello! okay you guys knew i had to do something with my girls, and i had this idea in my mind for a few weeks that i just couldn't shake! just an fyi, if you end up researching zehra, the face claim, and see her height, just know that we are totally prentending her and charles are both complimentary heights. okay? okay, good. i hope you guys enjoy! xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

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ynyln18: ready for the final round, biz voleybol ülkesiyiz!❣️

sauronyx: yn 'the wall' yln! turkey is proud of you!

derevclara: forza ragazze, faremo il tifo per voi!

yasemingul: even the italians are rooting for the turkish team😭

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scuderiaferrari: go red team!❤️

charles_leclerc: ❤️❤️

(translation: the best moment of the match the man's life came out of his mouth) (it's a turkish idiom, so you know it makes no sense at all)

(tiktok transcript: Next up, is Charles Leclerc - who is currently dating Y/N Y/LN, best known for her position as middle blocker. Y/N is a player in the Turkish team, 'Vakifbank', and due to the national team season, she is currently away with the Turkish National Team. As one of the most followed volleyball players in the world, Y/N has been awarded the 'Best Middle Blocker' award from VNL two years in a row - quite the achievement to receive against tens of teams and hundred of players at the young age of only 23. I first met Y/N at the Turkish Grand Prix in 2020, where she was the person to award the Pirelli Pole Position award to Lance Stroll in a turn of events. She was there as the guest of Mercedes, as she is one of the athletes associated with the brand. Charles and Y/N met in 2020 in the Turkish Grand Prix, and the pair has kept in touch and became close friends, eventually coming out as a couple in the summer of the 2021 season. Though we don't get to see Y/N in the paddock very often, she is a delight when she has the time to come and support her boyfriend in the Ferrari garage - a great loss for Toto Wolff, I presume.)

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charles_leclerc: Always special to be part of @scuderiaferrari when in Italy. Thank you for the incredible support throughout the whole week ❤️ Congrats to Carlos for the amazing drive from FP1 to the last lap of the race. See you in Singapore 🇸🇬

ynyln18: je suis fier de toi, mon amour❣️ (i'm proud of you, my love)

charles_leclerc: ti amo❤️

leclerclechair: next weekend will be better!!

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ynyln18: champion’s dump🫠 (x2)

pierregasly: liked by pierre gasly

charles_leclerc: casse toi ynyln18: hon hon croissant🥐

tarkanofficial: ❤️🇹🇷🏐

powervolleyballofficial: CHAMPIONS 🇹🇷🏐🏆

harleytifosi: DAI!

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abreusmelissavargas: ben malatyalıyım

charles_leclerc posted a story!

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tagged location: Istanbul Contemporary

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ynyln18: a week off in istanbul before tokyo, aferin charles öğreniyosun bi şeyler (📸: bawsixteen)

ebrarkarakurt18: kolyen olayım tak beni

formulayolla: SHE TAGGED THE PRIVATE ACCOUNT

pennyzizzazz: yes queen!! make him drop the jpg account!!

ynyln18: working on it, chief🫡

romondo__cr: our turkish wall🇹🇷

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paolaegonu: aşko dur

ynyln18: aşko duramam

charles_leclerc: j'ai une jolie prof😂

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charles_leclerc: Next stop, Japan 🤍❤️ @vistajet @thomasflohrvista

sv5yams: the way this man has no regard for global warming

cl16_tifazzi: really? reeeaaally?

ynyln18: 🥹❤️

volleyyn: is he coming to see you? is he?👀 charles_leclerc: of course❤️

charlesleclerc_fanclub_italia: good luck in suzuka!! we believe in you!!

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ynyln18: daydreaming about paris in the summer

charles_leclerc: madonna mia❤️

paulaegonu: Y/N, chi è quest'uomo? ynyln18: la mia musa

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hasankaya: olympic medal is loading!

lilymhe: best of luck!🩷

[bucknastysbabe]

IGHT THIS IS GONNA BE FOR YOUR BINGO POST !! 🩷🩷and you can throw this in the garbage is it ain't to your standards 🤪 but I'm thinking: Aegon ii x Bethroned! Reader-- LITTLE AGNST , FLUFF, SMUT (maybe if you want to) (Arranged Marriage) where Alicent has gotten extremely tired of options with what she can do to keep Aegon in line from committing more atrocious acts that she and Otto decided it was best to not only have a noble that is the complete opposite of him --keep him in line but to also form relations with against the blacks since (readers family) contains good army and weaponry.

Aegon is not fond of this marriage but changes his mind when he sees (reader) for the first time.

YENI YENI BO BENI!!!! I loved this w my whole heart and had tons of fun, so refreshing! We got a little angst, plenty of fluff, and some devious smut😏 I’m so glad you sent the ask, enjoy mwah mwah mwah!!!!

AU Bingo - Arranged Marriage - Aegon II

Rating: Mature, explicit at the end.

Tags: Arranged marriage, douche Aegon falls in LOVE, Redwyne!reader, Cringefail baby Aeg and his shifty family dynamics, TW: verbal abuse, Aegon’s derogatory thinking, non-descript throwing up, fluffity fluff fluff, big tiddy Arbor gf, soft kissing, a little groping, cumming in pants, clitoral orgasm, crying erotically, oh it’s happily ever after tonite, Aemond and Criston stay being done w Aegon

In the dimly lit council chamber, Lord Hand Otto Hightower and Queen Alicent pondered over a map of Westeros. A bottle of wine was split between the pair, something to dull the utter stress that was marrying their eldest. He had already refused Helaena and succeeded by torturing enough bugs. Or that the heir walled himself up in a whorehouse surrounded by gold cloaks until Ser Criston announced that Prince Aemond would wed the princess.

Outside the whorehouse.

Aegon’s antics had worsened as he grew older with no ‘ball and chain’, so to speak. Otto sighed, “I fear we have no more choices left,” his long fingers curled tighter around the golden cup, “Not a house with enough power, that isn’t already pledged to Rhaenyra.

Alicent wanted to scream. She grabbed the bottle of wine and went to pour. Then stopped suddenly, brown eyes searching up at her father. The queen asked, “Say, what about the Redwynes? They have money, daughters, and that precious fleet. 200 warships.”

Otto’s once dull eyes gleamed and he smiled pleasantly. He hummed, “Smart, smart girl. Marten has two beautiful maidens from what I’ve heard. The Arbor is always loyal to Oldtown.”

“I’ll send a raven immediately.”

Aegon had begged the maidservant to pull his cock until she had ran off crying. He shrugged and grabbed the bottle of wine, slugging it with no care in the world. Until it was ripped from his greedy lips. The blonde sputtered and water splashed as he met his mother’s disappointed eyes. No surprise there.

Alicent spat, “Do you ever spend your time doing something productive? Aemond’s been in the yard for hours.”

“Aemond’s a stiff cunt.”

Aegon frowned when a hand crossed his cheek. His mother hissed, “You will not speak of your brother like that! Pay attention, there’s news regarding your bachelorhood.” Aegon rolled his eyes and sat up, staring silently, sullen. He knew this was to come but dreaded it every night.

The queen opened a scroll and read off, “I, Lord Marten Redwyne of the Arbor— approve of the betrothal between my eldest and Prince Aegon. Good tidings and we hope to arrive with some ships within a fortnight.”

Aegon giggled, “You’re marrying me to the wine house’s daughter? How fitting.”

Another crack on the cheek. Aegon shut up, tears now stinging his violet eyes. His mother hissed, “She’s from a very powerful, devout, and noble family. That fleet will keep your head on your shoulders when Rhaenyra comes to lop it off. Clean yourself up!”

As she exited the room with a dissatisfied scoff, Aegon felt more tears well up. He suddenly felt very alone and frightened. Gods forbid she can’t stand the sight of him like any other nobility. He wept softly, shaking fingers clinging to his bottle. Funny enough, it was Arbor Red. His favorite.

Aegon busied himself drowning in whores and spirits the weeks, then days, leading up to his betrothed’s arrival. So much so that he hadn’t left the Street of Silk since the announcement. They hadn’t sent Criston out either. He desperately hoped they would magically forget about him here.

The whore sucking his cock hummed softly, Aegon arching a bit into her mouth. He wondered what the girl would look like. Not that it mattered. He closed his eyes and slid a ringed finger into her hair, fucking the whores throat with a soft moan.

As soon as he came, the door flung open. Aegon jerked away from the light pouring in, hissing and cursing the fiend who so dared to interrupt his climax.

Long fingers grabbed his arm and jerked the blonde off the bed into a mess of limbs onto the floor. A familiar voice uttered, “Pathetic.” Oh joyous day, it was Aemond, his knight in shining armor. Aegon whined in annoyance, “You didn’t have to manhandle me like some Yunkish brute!” The younger prince crossed his arms, face impassive.

“You fucking reek. Get your clothes on, it’s time to meet your betrothed.”

Aegon pressed a forefinger and thumb into his pounding eyes, mumbling, “Fine, give me a second.” Aemond hummed in distaste, shifting on his feet. The whore scurried out, the clink of coin hitting her hands from the younger. He shuffled blearily over to where his clothes were last, putting them on haphazardly.

Aegon realized his breeches were on backwards but really couldn’t give a bigger fuck. He needed a drink for this hangover. Aemond barked from behind, “Let’s go! You’re so slow brother.” Aegon cursed him again and followed behind, shuffling. Fear and bile were beginning to rise in his throat.

The ensuing ride on horseback with a lecture from Cole had Aegon throwing up on some poor peasant’s blanket covered in wares. More coin had to be given out from Aemond for that. The heir felt absolutely horrid by the time they had reached the Red Keep.

He remained silent through his mother’s verbal torture, the scrub down and dressing, then left alone in his chambers. Aegon’s headache had died down a bit but he was shaky. He idly got up and stared into the mirror. A haggard, dull eyed face met his own. Aegon thumbed at the red rims and dark bags under his eyes, frowning.

He skimmed a hand down his midsection, growing further despondent at the residual puffiness from overindulging at meals and the drink. Maybe she would see something in him. Probably not, the rumor mill was rampant around Westeros. Aegon was aware there wasn’t much to him but an inherited title, a name, and a dragon.

Ser Criston peeped in the door, brown eyes squinting. He asked, “Are you ready my prince? You look…groomed.” Aegon sighed and followed along the white knight, tremors threatening to overtake his frame. They walked and walked to the throne room, his decrepit father having managed to make it onto the Iron Throne. Some smaller lord was petitioning him and Otto.

Aegon searched the crowds of people, looking for something. He didn’t even know what their coat of arms looked like. Probably burgundy. Wine. He wanted wine so bad. Otto cleared his throat as soon as Aegon joined the retainer of the Targaryens.

The Hand dismissed the lord and peered at Viserys for approval. The king nodded and rasped, “Lords and ladies, we have a grand announcement.” A gasp erupted across the crowd, Aegon curled into himself. Otto boomed, “House Redwyne please come forward!”

The nobility peered at the group of burgundy and blue clad group coming up towards the throne. There were two girls clad in the rich red, one distinctly more gorgeous than the other. She had thick hair elegantly done, soft glowing skin, and pretty eyes. Aegon prayed over and over that she would be the one.

He was so struck with desire all thoughts and whims had flown out the doors. The young woman’s body was shapely— heavy tits pushed up by the dress. Fuck, Aegon might be in love. If that existed. Aemond had pushed him forward, the elder prince realizing they had called his name.

Aegon cleared his throat and walked towards his father and Otto’s intense gaze, eyes glued to the beauty. She was singled out now, family having stayed behind. The lady smiled gently at him, demure and gentle. Aegon held a hand out and took her hand, kissing the soft skin as his grandfather announced the betrothal to the excitement of the people.

Then she was whisked away, Aegon almost crying from the suddenness. Alicent had him back on the sides now, whispering, “You did good son. Don’t ruin her like you do everything else please.”

Aegon swallowed heavily. He didn’t want that either.

They sat together again at dinner. Aegon tried to suppress his urge to gorge and suck down anything alcoholic. She nervously peeked at him, smiling still. He finally leaned closer to the beauty and hummed, “You are the most gorgeous maiden I have laid eyes on. If you ever need anything, please let me know. The Red Keep will swallow anything whole.”

Her eyes widened a bit, pretty hand dropping her fork. The Redwyne girl blushed and demurred, “I’m honored you think so my prince, all I ask of you is to accompany me to the sept and mayhaps around the Keep. Just so I do not get swallowed whole.”

Aegon wanted to screech at the idea of sitting in the cold, domineering sept. But he found himself agreeing enthusiastically, “Yes, yes my dear lady, I’d only be doing my duty to keep my lovely betrothed safe.” Watching her grin and stifle a giggle made the prince’s nausea at being a lovesick buffoon die down.

He walked her to her quarters after the meal, disposing of the delightful vixen at the door with a courtly kiss of the cheek. Too bad the dog Cole was watching with dark eyes behind them. Looming like an angry ghost.

Once back in his own rooms, Aegon sipped on his wine, grinning like the fool. She was perfect. Maybe a bit stuffy and devout, but a ray of goodness in his debauchery laden life. Miserable life. The sweet thing didn’t even coyly bring up his past, like most of the ladies who wanted into the blonde’s bed. He found himself waiting for the morn, eager to walk with her to the Sept.

The family was rightfully surprised at their wily heir becoming the picture of courtly love. Attentive, sober, and kind as he tended to the new additions simple and kind requests. They attended the sept every day, had luncheons in the Godswood, even made it to court for petitions.

Alicent and Otto even visited Aegon to praise him for his good behavior. Which the blonde scoffed and hissed, “It’s not me, it’s the girl. Glad I needed an attachment to garner approval.” Which did not end well but Aegon needn’t care, he had his Redwyne waiting on him afterward.

He wanted the maiden so very bad. But he wasn’t going to ruin the wait. Something about tearing her open with his cock for the first time had Aegon stripping himself raw every night, gasping her name and staining his belly white. Mayhaps he could play with her a bit, but he’d be the good prince for once and keep his manhood tucked away, almost regretfully.

She had tested him a bit as of late. Curling into his frame under the heart tree, holding hands that somehow ended in her lap. Shared sweet little kisses that turned breathless, the lady’s heavy bosom heaving from excitement. She wanted him too, the heady haze in her eyes if they were too close for too long.

Like now for instance. They had supped in the Godswood yet again. After a long and arduous conversation about Aegon’s past. The sweet thing thumbed away his tears and murmured, “I do not judge you, seeking company in a loveless place. We all can be slaves to our vices. I only hope that I may fill that hole in your heart, dearest betrothed.”

Aegon tried not to weep, sniffling a bit. He smiled, lips puffy from biting them, and kissed her ever so gently against the lips. He sighed, “Is it so bad that you may be the best thing that has happened in my dim life?” She stroked his soft curls and simpered, “No, my dear prince, you’ve brightened my days since I’ve come. I was so scared you’d find me unbecoming.”

“Never,” Aegon promised with intense pecks, “Never, I have been struck since I first saw you.” She cried his name softly, throwing silk covered arms around his neck, pressing her soft body to his own. This was the closest they had been, the maiden practically in his lap. Aegon reached a hand around to her lower back for stabilization, the other coming to her cheek to tilt for better access.

She was less experienced as he predicted, but that made the possessive streak in his heart grow tenfold. He would show her, show the sweet nymph the pleasures of touch. All his.

They lapped into each other’s mouth in slow movements, Aegon leading the way. She was tentative and slow, gasping when he suckled softly on her tongue. The adorable thing pressed closer, whining softly as Aegon dominated the kiss.

She hiccuped, “Oh, my prince, ah, we mustn’t.”

Aegon smiled as she drew closer, curling lithe fingers into his chopped locks. He murmured, “I will save your precious maidenhead for our wedding day, as befits the pact.” Pausing for a effect with a sharp nip to her plump lower lip, earning a yelp, Aegon continued, “I can show you other ways to achieve pleasure, if you’d like.”

She warbled needily, “Please Aegon, oh, but we cannot be seen!”

“Come on then my lady,” Aegon offered as he scrambled up, holding a hand out.

They giggled nervously as Aegon pulled them into a sculpted Alcove, hidden by shrubbery and a statue of a snarling dragon. He laid his cloak down and gestured for her to sit between his thighs. Her cheeks darkened as she whimpered, “I- I’ve never.”

Aegon cooed, “Our little secret, my sweet girl.”

She climbed down and rested flush against Aegon’s front, breathing sped up again. He nuzzled and pressed featherlight kisses to her neck, humming, “Do you trust me my lady?” The girl whined, “Yes, yes, you’ve given me no reason not to.”

“Good.”

Now he nosed up to the sensitive skin under her jaw, lapping and suckling soft enough to leave no marks, but she whimpered and shivered like it was heaven. One of her dainty hands clutched at his thigh like a lifeline. Aegon reached a ringed hand around to massage her heavy breast, earning the most wanton moan.

She squeaked in shock, covering her mouth, cheeks aflame. Aegon huffed a laugh, “Poor sweetling, I bet they’re so sensitive, gorgeous tits like yours aching to be touched.”

“More, yes Aegon, please!”

So he groped and got his fill, eventually easing down her top to expose busty chest. Aegon plucked and thumbed her plush buds, growing harder and harder at her little whimpers and bitten-off squeals. Gods, she was divine,

“Sweetness, sweetness,” Aegon hummed.

Teary eyes and swollen lips slowly turned to look at him, face wrought with ecstasy. He rambled, “I will not go near your maidenhead, but let me help you, is your sweet cunny aching?”

She whined, eyes shut tight, “Ohhh- yes it hurts!”

His violet eyes shifted to see where her plush thighs were rubbing together with need. He grinned and held back his snicker, “I’ll make you feel better my sweet. Poor, poor nymph. I’ve got you.” She turned and buried her head half into his shoulder, whimpering and shaking.

Aegon kissed the crown of her head, snaking a hand to get under her long velvety dress. His eyes rolled at the feeling of her engorged and slick cunt, throbbing with blood. Poor thing really was riled up, squealing when he slid his pointer and index across the collected slick.

The prince instantly swirled around her plump button, watching her arch and spread those shapely thighs. Those teats of hers bounced as she heaved and whined. Aegon rubbed her in tight little circles, knowing she’d be a proper mess. So he went back to tweaking a nipple, cooing when his perfect betrothed’s eyes rolled back in her head.

Drool slipped down her full lips at the onslaught of pleasure, Aegon praising and promising filthy sweetness in her ear. The nymph began to twitch and tremble all over, whimpers turning into huffy little sobs. She hiccuped, “A-ah, Aegon! I-I-I oh!” He grinned as she seized tight as a bow and gushed slick, thrashing when she reached the precipice.

The heir worked her through the intense feeling until she pushed his hand away, yanking up her top. Aegon pet her sweaty hair, suddenly aware that he too, had spent all in his breeches like a green boy. He’d laugh, but focused on coddling and holding his pretty girl until she had calmed.

She finally turned to him with wide eyes, questioning so achingly small, “This wasn’t bad right? We will not be cursed no? I- It felt so good my love.”

Aegon cooed yet again, violet eyes soft, body feeling like a puddle of mush. He shook his head, promising, “We keep your precious maidenhead intact, then this is nothing but a little play. A forecast of what’s to come when we’re truly one.”

She nodded slowly, reaching out to straighten his frizzy locks. The lady of the Arbor puckered her lips, reaching up for Aegon. He chastely kissed her— humming in full content.

“Oh the gods have blessed me, yes they have,” he almost weeped.

[romanarose]

Congrats on your milestone. May I request number 29 from the fluff category with benny?

Gog, You're in luck bc I've had this vague idea in my head since Saturday after seeing the Barbie Movie. Everyone go stream "Im just Ken" its a banger. (Also specifically in the LaL universe bc I know you read it, Benny and Laci ABSOLUTLY did the BarbenHeimer double feature. Like me.)

(Also note: My Benny Miller has ADHD. I will not be taking critcism. Will have OCD. I said what I said.)

I'm Just Ken

Benny Miller x reader

'Doesn't seem to matter what I do, I'm always number two!'

It had been 2 weeks of this. None stop. None stop! You shouldn't know this movie would be trouble. You never even needed to ask Benny to go see Barbie with you; he had already bought an outfit 2 months ago and preordered the tickets for you, him, Frankie, and Frankie's daughter. When you saw the "Im just Ken" musical number, you knew it spelled trouble for you, and you looked at Benny the way your brother looked at you when Kylo Ren took off his mask at the premier of The Force Awakens... You knew it was over.

Ever since then, that song was playing in your house endlessly.

'Cuz I'm just Ken! And so am I!'

Benjamin was currently in the shower, singing his heart out and god, he was driving you crazy. Just a little. It was a good song, but several times a day?? This would be up there in his Spotify wrapped.

'Baby IIIIIIIMMMMM JUUUUUUUUST KEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNN!!'

With the finale, Benjamin shut off the shower and in a few moments he immerged from the steamy bathroom with a towel slung low on his defined hips, and you turn around to take a look at him from where you sat on the couch.

"I didn't know you could sing like that" You smile. He'd serenaded you with guitar songs many-a-time, delighting you in renditions of George Straight and Randy Travis but never anything where he's belting it out.

His smile is lopsided and goofy. "Am I getting annoying, babe?"

You almost say yes. You almost ask if he can cut down the Barbie soundtrack just a bit.

But he's having fun... let him have fun. After while he'll move onto something else for his beautiful ADHD brain to hyperfixate on, this is hardly the worst.

"No baby, I enjoy your singing" A half truth. He WAS annoying you. But you DID enjoy his singin.

Benny's face lights up with glee. "Good! Because I think I'm really starting to get those notes!"

He was. He really was. You follower him around the house as he gets ready for work, continuing to talk about the Barbie movie with delight and asking if you can please go with him again for $5 Tuesdays. And you would go, again and again and again as long as it made him happy.

*************

Hope you enjoyed! Benny is my baby <3

@whatthefishh @littlenosoul @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

[adhdmeds]

How It Started W/ CSM Characters [Gender Neutral]

This is my first x reader fanfiction, so please give me plenty of criticism. You can also request certain scenarios. I hope you enjoy :) Makima:

Makima is not a devil who cares for love. She finds the idea of love to be below her, a human concept that doesn’t concern her.

You two are coworkers at the Public Safety office in Tokyo. She’s a superior and you’re a new hire, ready to prove yourself

At first, she pays you no attention unless it’s to give you orders. Whatever kind of worker you are, lazy, hardworking, enthusiastic, etc., whatever it is, it slowly catches her attention.

At first, the idea of you becoming a lingering thought to her vexes her. She’s an important person who has to run a government organization, she has no reason to get interested in anyone, even in a platonic sense

But she can’t help it, something about you stays with her until the end of the day. This can’t persist, as she has plans for Chainsaw Man and the world. With all the devils of hell to deal with, one measly human can’t distract her

She “accidentally” let some devils loose in the Tokyo district and sent you and your team to go and fix the situation.

Despite all the odds stacked against you, you survive and this does it, Makima then can’t help but think of you CONSTANTLY.

Slowly but surely her schemes pivot from Chainsaw Man and eradicating devils to getting you to be just as infatuated with her as she is with you

Maybe she could make some use of you as well

Kobeni:

Poor ‘Beni, there’s no way in hell that she has the confidence to ask you out. It’s all on you, champ

For Kobeni, you will definitely need to be coworkers for you two to become close. She has to work constantly in order to please her abusive family.

You guys are assigned to patrol the city on day and that is how you two meet.

During that patrol, you strike up conversations with Kobeni, who, despite her nervous appearance, cheerfully reciprocates.

You don’t mind her nervousness, in fact, you find it quite endearing, leading you to slowly fall for her

After that patrol, you two exchange contact information to stay in touch outside of work.

This is where she will progressively open up to you about her family problems and the difficulties that she has to go through and, to her surprise, you listen and try to help her on an emotional level

No one really cared about her emotionally so she didn’t know what to do, she felt a bit overwhelmed

You being there for her and being a genuinely kind person to her is what makes her slowly grow attached to you and what makes you fall for her even harder.

You ask her to go out to eat or to watch a movie. You stop short of calling it a “date” just in case

You both have a great time

She doesn’t admit it out loud, but she would definitely agree to a few more dates

Asa:

You’re a student who transferred to Fourth East High School. You introduce yourself to the class.

Asa doesn’t think much of you at first, you’re just another student after all.

It isn’t until you are seated next to Asa that she finally pays you any attention

You start trying to talk to her outside of class to her initial displeasure, she’s an incredibly emotionally avoidant person.

This goes on for a little bit until the Bucky situation, Yoru taking over her body, and Asa losing her best friend Yuko.

After that, she starts to appreciate you coming up to her constantly.

These past two weeks have been miserable for her and you taking time out of your day to bug talk to her has cheered her up ever so slightly

Yoru wants to take advantage of this newfound friendship to make a powerful weapon to kill Chainsaw Man

Of course, Asa can’t let that happen, you are one of the only people talking to her at the moment and she can’t let you be taken away from her

This feeling of friendship slowly changes, she looks forward to school just at the thought of seeing you again

Asa decides that she must act and so she asks you out on a date and to her surprise, you agree!

Things are looking up for Asa! She has someone who she can be close with and maybe more than friends!

Maybe Yoru can leave this relationship alone, right?

[thursdayisfriday]

.｡.:*☆ ᴄʜᴀɪɴꜱᴀᴡ ᴍᴀɴ: ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴀᴘ

⤑ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Aki x Gn!reader, Kobeni x Gn!reader and Angel devil x Gn!reader

⤑ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Lots of fluff and mention of cursing

⤑ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: How they'd react to you sitting on their lap (Short stories)

Aki Hayakawa

Aki hummed as gray smoke poured out his mouth. The crispy warm air of Japan swept up the smoke along with it, traveling east while the trees swayed gently with the wind. Aki had been just relaxing, sitting on his balcony, looking out into the distance. His hair was tied up in a nice ponytail and he wore a loose shirt. The book that had been sitting on his lap for some time now had been closed, after the wind had pushed some of the pages together, making Hayakawa lose the page he was on.

You walked onto the balcony, rubbing your eye to wake your body up from the nap that you had taken. The cold floor startled you and made shivers go up your spine. With every step you took, the smell of the crispy smoke faded away. You cover your arms on top of your chest as you rub your arms, trying to warm yourself up a little. Just because it was so nice and warm to your boyfriend, didn’t mean that you felt the same way. Quickly, you made your way to him, sitting on his lap and curling against his chest. Aki's eyes widened a little before going back to his relaxed gaze. He didn’t expect you to do such thing, seeing as the fact that you rarely did it.

He pulled you in close, from your outer thigh, not wanting you to fall. Then he pushed his foot up for more support. You couldn’t help but scrunch up your face as the bright sun hovered over you two. You closed your eyes, which made Aki chuckle under his breath. “Good morning, sweetheart” He said softly as he placed a kiss on your forehead. He moved his face right on top of yours, so he was hovering right on top of you. You slowly opened your eyes only to be met with your boyfriends beautiful navy blue eyes. “Morning”

Kobeni Higashiyama

You studied the map on the wall looking for the best train to take to get to the restaurant . There was one that you could get on but it looked like it was going to take you around the whole city before getting to the stop. And the other one, well lets just say you had no idea where you were going to end up if you took that one. Kobeni had invited you to go to dinner with her and her coworker and of course, there was no way that you were going to say no to that offer. I mean it’s free food.

“I got it,” Kobeni said quietly. You turned your head to face her, making a puzzled face. She held up the phone in her hand to her face. The phone had suggested that taking the Red line would take you guys to the restaurant faster. You smiled warmly, finally relaxed that you guys had found the train that you guys had to take. “Thanks beni, you're a lifesaver”. Quickly you looked around for the train platform, not noticing the little hint of blush that had just crawled up Kobeni’s face. She had always enjoyed when you had called her by her nickname. It just felt nice coming from your mouth.

Just as you had found the platform, the train had pulled up. You grabbed your girlfriend's hand before walking quickly toward the train. Once reaching in it was already packed, so you guys had to stand and wait until someone had got up. You felt Kobeni squirm next to you making you look down at her. She had been looking down at her shoes and kicking it with her feet, like she was trying to make her feet feel more comfortable. A stern expression swept your face, and you were determined to find a seat for Kobeni. Seeing her uncomfortable just made you feel bad.

When the train had reached one of its stops, a few people got off. Some strangers took the seats of the other strangers that had just left and there was only one seat now available. You wrapped your arm around Kobeni’s waist, making her cheeks flush pink. You guide her to the seat, pushing a few people on your way. Once she got in the seat she relaxed her body. “Thank you…” She said quietly while playing with her fingers. The train ride was pretty quiet now. Quiet but comfortable. Then your feet started to hurt. So what did you do? Did you complain about it? No. You did the only logical thing anybody would do.

You sat down. Not in an empty seat, but your girlfriend's lap. Kobeni froze as soon as you sat on her lap. Your arm was behind her, holding onto a pole. You weren’t that close to her, but she’d beg to differ.

“Beni, you alright?”

“Y-yea, why?”

“Your bleeding from your nose”

Angel devil

Angel had no idea how to feel about this situation, but you? You were slightly freaking out. So basically what had happened was the five of you (Angel devil, Kobeni, violence fiend, Kishibe and you), were on your way to pick up Aki and his team. It seems that Aki’s car had broken down after their mission, so you guys were going to go pick up the team. You were already thinking about how everyone was going to fit in the car seeing as all the seats were filled, but you knew Kishibe was going to make due.

“Get home kid”. Aki nodded Kishibe away as he pressed his body up against his car. Now this was how it all happened. The weird seating method. Power hand to sit on Denji’s lap, which he was somewhat thankful for. Power kept on moving on his lap which was pretty much making Denji tell Power to chill the fuck out. While all the commotion kept on going on, you sat up on Angel’s lap. Your body was tense and Angel knew it, but, like always; you pretended like nothing was wrong. You thought Angel felt uncomfortable, since you know he didn’t like physical touch, not that you guys were actually touching. Just something about this made you feel bad. Like sitting on him made his lap hurt.

Suddenly, you felt an arm pull your waist making you lean your back into Angel’s chest. “Relax, you too tense” Slowly your body relaxed, as Angel went back to the position he had been in the whole time. Looking out the window. You still found that there was some sorta weight on your hip, but you paid no mind. Your gaze followed Angel’s out the window as his hand stayed on your waist comfortably.

[97ify]

if i made a part two to the takemichi oneshot what would you guys want in it?

cus i’d love to peg michi but i know not everyone is into that😭💀

anywho😋 lmk🦅🦅🦅

[briology]

VERSACE ON THE FLOOR

pairing: model! benimaru x model! black reader genre: smut, fluff content: beni and reader are models under the same company, reader hates beni and beni finds it funny, teasing, oral (f receiving), fingering, aftercare, mentions of drinking a/n: sorry for being gone for a while, i was handling college stuff!

model! benimaru whom you hated with a passion. hated the way he gained a lot of attention from others with just breathing. he knew his looks had too much power, but he uses it to get whatever he wants from the company. whether it'd be a day off, an expensive item, or even a break that is longer than his usual time, he gets it. you hated it, hated it so damn much. like, sure you get what you want, but you're different with it

model! benimaru who you had to do a shoot with for versace. versace being one of your favorite brands, you were excited to do this shoot, but not with beni. oh no no NO. but, as the two top models in your agency, it was perfect for you two to be in the shoot together. but for some reason, beni was a lot toleratable than usual for this shoot. even when he was smirking at your annoyance in the beginning, it didn't bother you as much as he used to. you felt, weird inside. maybe it's the air.

model! benimaru who you have grown closer to after that versace shoot. you actually had forgotten that you hated this guy, but turns out you have some things in common. you had also found out that he never even hated you, but more saw how fun it was for him to tease you. you never thought that you would ever be finding yourself building a close bond with beni, especially your history with him. maybe you realizing that this "beef" was one-sided was the ticket to this.

model! benimaru who invited you over to his penthouse for a drink. you accepted not thinking too much of it. it was just drinks right? just wine (hennessy and sake on beni's part of course) between two people who are horny adults who have had a lot of tension between them since they have laid eyes on each other, nothing was going to happen, you were sure of it. (no you weren't)

model! benimaru who you had too many drinks with. having too much wine, hennessy for beni, it was a mess. you both were both in his kitchen, listening to r&b music, while slowly dancing with each other. with boldness, you pulled him closer to your body. you felt like a kitten in heat when he was close to you. beni felt the same way. the way you looked so gorgeous to him, when all you worse was a shorts bra and some versace shorts. the way your hair suited you perfectfully. god, he needed you as much as you needed him

model! benimaru who had you arching your back from the bed because of the way he was pleasuring you with his tongue. with both of yall's clothes on the floor. holding your legs open while they were struggling to be kept open. making vibrations on your clit by humming as a reaction to you pulling on his hair because of how his tongue was treating you. his fingers then came into contact with your entrance, rubbing it, with a mixture of it being soft yet rough. he inserts two of his fingers inside of you while keeping his tongue inside of you. you can feel yourself letting go at that moment. cumming all over his fingers and tongue.

model! benimaru who ran a bath for the two of you afterwards. washing you up with a nice washcloth, getting every part of your body and giving you messages on your shoulders, your back, your neck, making every part that felt sore, feel much better with the work of his hands.

model! benimaru who cuddles you with care in his arms after the bath, while whispering small praises to you as you begin to fall asleep with the thought of how things would've been different if it wasn't for that versace shoot.

© 2023 briology

[sashi-ya]

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Sweet Dreams +18. 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐃. 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, @chloeleau your 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑭𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕 bonbon is filled with 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 & 𝑹𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 , please enjoy the taste of 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚

request: @chloeleau asked:hey sashi!! i would humbly like to request a devil fruit bon bon with ace x f reader?? :3 tw: TRIGGERING CONTENT ALERT: sleep play. totally consented. However, I play with Ace's guilt because reader seems to be sleeping. Reader states ALL the time she wants it. Ace knew about her wanting it too. He doesn't do anything until reader asks him outloud to fuck her. masturbation. vag sex. squirting | wc: 1.3k | masterlist|

February 14th; first St. Valentine’s together.

“Ah… damn it’s too cold outside!” you whine, buried on Ace’s back as he quickly types the number code on the keypad of his apartment.

“Damn yes, it is. Come on, get inside!” Ace chimes, opening the door and pulling you in.

It’s been a good night, a date like only a gentleman would provide. Delicious dinner at the Baratie and then a funny visit to a scape room. Of course, Ace wasn’t the star of the night as mind games weren’t exactly his forte, however, you both had a blast.

The freckled youngster closes the door, and as soon as he does -and his black with flames benie falls to the ground- he pins you against the wall of his entrance hall. “Now, finally alone… let me give you the last one of my gifs” he whispers, with his lips lingering on yours, and his agitated chest going up and down.

You widen your eyes. You’ve been waiting for this, and he has too. All throughout the night, both have touched each other, both have whispered how much you would like to get home to finally taste the honeys of indecency together.

“You really want this, don’t you?” you whisper, each time you do your lips caress his. “I would do it even while sleeping” he murmurs, seconds before his mouth would crush with yours. His tongue slips inside, and doesn’t ask for any permission to travel your cave. Ace breathes your moans, your whines and your little purrs as he carries you to his bed with a nonstop, breath taking kiss that left you trembling.

And there, he takes you. With love, and passion. With need and deadly thrusts that end with both of you completely passing out on his bed…

But, desire is never ending. And your bodies want more, so much more.

Your eyes adjust to the slight light ray coming from the blindfolds of Ace’s bedroom. It’s still night, as the streetlight is still on. You aren’t cold, a warm skinned boy got you trapped. Both naked, bodies one against the other, still wet and sticky from earlier.

Ace sleeps soundly. His hand rests over your lower belly, your back against his chest. Him being the big spoon, lowly snoring with your hair perfume on his freckled nose. You slowly turn around, just enough to see him.

His sex isn’t hard, but you can still feel it resting over the small of your back. You bite your lower lip, he fucked you so good that left you quivering. And you want more, so much more.

And soon you remember his words… “I’d do it even while sleeping”

And you smile, so deadly. Slowly tempting Ace. Slowly waking him up… playing the innocent victim, offering your body for him to take you, to use you. He knows you like it, you’ve talked to him about it before. And you suspect that was exactly why he said those words.

You delicately lift your ass just enough for his sex to fall in between your thighs… “Should I let him thigh fuck me? Or should I wake him up with oral? I think I’m gonna go for him to decide” you think, giggling, taking his hand down your stomach to the start of your core.

A little bit of motion, and he is already whimpering in his sleep. His sex becomes hard, harder. His eyes, still closed, but his frown intensifies. “Ace…” you whisper, it’s time for him to open those cute little burning eyes.

As soon as you notice him waking up, you close your eyes. However, your sex is now coating his with your arousal honeys.

Ace coughs,  and in little to no time he realizes his state. As the gentleman he is, he firstly, gets scared. “Wha- what… I’m- no-“ he stutters. He doesn’t want to abuse your trust. Even if you are there, ready for him to penetrate you as much as wanted.

The freckled youngster notices his hand close, almost touching your folds. He can feel the wetness on the tip of his fingers. He sighs, he trembles, he feels his dick twitching and oozing precum nonstop.

Ace takes a big gasp of air. Your entrance, right there, calling him to bury inside, to go deep, deep. Or maybe just jerk himself with your soft inner thighs… but, he couldn’t. He couldn’t do such thing… right?

He tries to go back; But your legs squeeze him with soft, but quick motion. He freezes. “Is this what you want… (Name)?” he whispers, kissing after the lobe of your ear.

You act asleep still. But babble something incoherent just to push him to the limit, is this his limit? How much he will be able to resist?

He swallows, noticing your whole body covered in bumpy skin. Taking a swift look at your nipples getting harder, your cheeks becoming hot, so hot. Arousal is so difficult to hide, specially to someone who loves you so much.

“Why are you doing this to me? I wanna really fuck you, so deep… you are completely dampening my dick, (Name)…” he pants. His hand squeezing your hip’s side. Even leaving potential bruises there.

You smile. A soft smirk that shows how much his neediness and pain is exciting you. You move a little more, taking this time your folds to be in full touch with his throbbing wet tip. “Mhh… mngh” you mumble one more time. “Mhhn… Ace…” you do it again.

And he can’t take no more. His belly spasms, his tanned skin tenses. He pants like an animal.

How could you be so cruel, (Name)?

Ace lifts your leg up. He gets just the tip inside you. Not even fully. Your warm welcoming entrance gives him a little bit of relief. But the guilt is killing him. The guilt, the need, how wet you are. His mind becomes blurry; nobody desires you as much as he does, and he is breaking the rules… “why? Why are you doing this to me?” he is about to cry, his body won’t be able to stop if you keep moving your ass up just a little more… because you want him to fill your insides, fully, too.

You giggle. This time a little louder. “fuck me, you silly” you whisper, using your arm to pull him against you from his hips.

“Fuck… (Name)!” he cries, impaling you so violently it sounds when your skins hit each other’s.

You moan louder, gripping the sheets around you. Ace is fucking you even harder than before, way harder. He doesn’t stop there, he needs to punish, to feel the same way of pleasure he is now feeling… his hand reaches your core from behind and as he fucks you insatiable, he traces circles around your clit.

You moan louder. You feel like bursting. You are indeed bursting. Ace hits your right spot, you feel a overflowing release coming from your insides. “Get my sheets wet, come on” he encourages, as your eyes become teary from pleasure and the control of your body being lost.

“A- Ace… I- I’m gonna-“ “Oh no, my sweet firefly I won’t stop now… there is no coming back, keep sleeping if you want but I will make you come so hard you won’t even have to dream for a better dick in your life”

And you come. One, two, so many times. Beating exhaustion, or maybe not. And he does too. Filling you up, so warmly, this time sending you to sleep with something more than a glass of warm milk…

What a good first Saint Valentine’s day 💖  

[mypimpademia]

— Hair

Benimaru x black! Fem! Reader, Shinra x black! Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Which hairstyles they like on you the most

TW: None

Note: pictures aren’t mine, all are from Pinterest!

— BENIMARU

⇶ Benimaru is a very simple man when it comes to the things that please him

⇶ So while he thinks you’re gorgeous no matter what, he swears you’re the only person in the world when you have Fulani braids, regular box braids, or French curl braids

⇶ Fulani braids are his absolute favorite, and he takes no action in hiding that

⇶ Compliments you a lot already, but when you come home from a day out with Fulani braids, the affection from him seems uncharacteristically endless

⇶ Loves them with wooden beads especially, and if you have his name spelled out that in the beads, he might lose all his composure

⇶ Can’t stop staring at them, and will just walk up to you and position them to where he can see his name in them

⇶ Especially when when he’s a little tipsy off sake, he’ll ask you over and over to show him while you’re sat on his lap and he has a dopey grin while kissing up the side of your face and neck

⇶ For box braids, he just loves how simple yet versatile they are

⇶ Always comes up behind you while you’re doing your hair and just watches you with adoration in his eyes

⇶ When you get done and ask him what he thinks, he always says “beautiful, as always, my love” and gives you a peck on the lips

⇶ While some may argue that French curl braids aren’t exactly simple, Beni just loves how the ends are so beautifully curled, and thinks you look so enamoring and elegant with them

⇶ Loves to fix your curls if they get tangled or one is out of place

⇶ And when you’re cuddling, he always gently pulls on the curls just to watch them bounce back up

⇶ Beni doesn’t care if your hair is long or short, but for styling he likes anything with claw clips, and half up half down. For colors he loves plain black, brown, or ginger

⇶ And for bolder colors, he likes dark blue or red (to match his eyes)

⇶ Beni is honestly a sucker for anything you do, but less really is more to him x

— SHINRA

⇶ Shinra LOVES locs

⇶ Natural or faux, it doesn’t matter to him

⇶ Just thinks locs are so beautiful on you, especially if they’re bright and colorful

⇶ For faux locs, he likes butterfly and distressed the most

⇶ Doesn’t matter if they’re long or short either, he loves it all

⇶ For natural locs, he helps you maintain them, with your guidance of course

⇶ Does your detox and wash for you, but he can’t help past that as much as he’d like to

⇶ He’s tried to watch retwist tutorials, and you’ve let him practice on you, but he just can’t get it

⇶ It makes him a little sad honestly, because he does wanna help but he just can’t do it

⇶ He’ll be able to with a bit more practice, but until then he just adds the clips onto your hair while you retwist

⇶ On top of his love for locs, he loves your natural hair

⇶ And again, especially if it’s dyed

⇶ Short, mid length, long, he doesn’t care!!!

⇶ Shinra loves when you have it out in an afro, but puffs, claw clips, and finger waves are all close rivals

⇶ He’s actually fully capable of helping you on wash days, so you can relax while he gets to work

⇶ He’s also oddly fast when he washes it for you? Much faster than you are or anyone else when they wash your hair, you don’t know how but you don’t question it either

⇶ He can even blow your hair out for you, and when it comes to protecting it before bed, he’s pretty decent at braiding and twisting!

⇶ But don’t bother asking for flat twists or cornrows, he will try his best, but your hair will be left in a tangled mess

⇶ Shinra loves putting on your bonnet for you too

⇶ If it’s been a long wash day, or you started late in the day just to finish late at night, he always runs to get your bonnet for you and gently slips it on your head before kissing your cheek

⇶ Really though, he’s just in love with your hair. And if your hair is as bold as he is, he’ll love it even more

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