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lisired · 2 months

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pairing: professor!yuta x student!reader

genre/warnings: smut, power imbalance, age gap, spanking, yuta likes fucking you in your skirts and hitting it from the back, don’t really think there’s much degradation or praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap ur willy)

summary: Nakamoto Yuta and his rings have caught your eye. In an effort to seduce your professor, you decide to take your best friend’s advice and change your wardrobe. You’re given an advantage when Yuta’s son asks you to tutor him, and it’s like Satan is handing you opportunities on a silver platter - but at what cost?

word count: 7.4k

a/n: ¾ of the Temptation series. feedback is appreciated!

“Who are you thinking about?”

You flinched when you heard a voice direct a question towards you. You turned to your side to see Ten, who instead of apologizing for startling you, leaned in curiously.

Nakamoto Yuta, you wanted to exhale dreamily. To say that you were besotted with your professor was an understatement. In class, you could hardly pay attention to his lectures, eyes too busy swallowing him whole.

Yuta was one of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes on. His long ginger hair and gorgeous face structure immediately caught your attention, though after time you noticed more and more that he knew how to accessorize himself in a way that best suited his style.

The rings were a personal favorite example of yours - both the ones on his ears and the ones around his fingers. They came in abundance, never no less than two at a time. And not only did they complement his beauty, they were the fuel for some of your classroom day dreams.

“How do you know I’m thinking about someone?”

Ten rolled his eyes, though he wasn’t surprised by your response. It was very in-character of you to dodge the question. “Easy. Your face is in your palms and you were staring into empty space with a love-struck smile on your face. Plus you’re answering a question with a question. Now spill the beans before the lecture starts.”

You sighed, knowing you were caught. Then quickly changed your posture, earning a snicker from the man beside you. As one of your best friends, Ten knew you too well. And as of one of his best friends, you knew he loved drama and other people’s business way too much to be safe.

“If I tell you,” you began, reluctant. “You have to promise you won’t judge.”

Ten winced and said, “I only make promises I know I won’t break, love. And the fact that you’re telling me this alone is an indicator that I am definitely gonna be judging you. With love.”

“With love, my ass,” you groaned. “Whatever. Then, promise me you won’t rat me out.”

“Now, I’m no snitch. Your secret is mine, best friend. Scout’s honor.”

There came the urge to hesitate and hold your tongue, but you knew Ten would press until you eventually opened up. There was no way he would come out of the room empty-handed unless your secret was serious. In a way it was, but he wouldn’t see it as that.

“Fine,” you huffed. His eyes were firm on you and you could feel them, awaiting your answer patiently. You opened your mouth with a sigh and whispered, “Professor Nakamoto.”

Ten burst into a fit of laughter. Loud laughter that drew unwanted attention and stares from confused nearby students. He was red in the face with an arm around his stomach.

With narrowed eyes, you asked, “Are you done?”

Ten shook his head. He laughed some more until he finally calmed down, then finally managed to get a sentence out. “You’re trying to screw Shotaro’s dad? You’re unbelievable.”

“Not screw him,” you replied, then Ten gave you a look that made it clear he could tell that you were lying. “Fine, goddammit. I want him, and I need him to want me. Dunno how, though.”

Your best friend shrugged. “Showing some skin always seems to work. Men can’t resist their temptations.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re a man.”

“Which makes my advice more plausible,” Ten shot without hesitation.

Point made. If there was anything you wanted to say after that, the words died on your tongue. You nodded in response. “Touché.”

Even though you would never admit it to his face, it was good advice and you were having a epiphany. As Yuta strutted into the room and bid the class good morning, rings on his ears and fingers, an idea was born in your mind.

You knew how to complement your beauty as well.

As soon as the next day, your plan came into action. You wore shorts that barely covered your thighs and clung to your skin, pairing them with a full-length top to avoid raising suspicion.

Part of your plan was to start slow. Given it was nearly summer, you were offered some leeway and no one would second-guess your apparent change in wardrobe, but too much skin might have become a problem. It wasn’t that you never wore anything revealing, but something of this frequency and extent was typically out of the question for you.

Boys catcalled you in the halls. Unwelcomed attention, but it was a sign you were doing something right. The other sign - one of which you dreaded even more - was your best friend’s reaction as you walked to your seat.

“Holy shit. I see you listened to your best friend for once.”

“I always listen to you. Now shut the hell up, he’s coming,” you whispered, pretending to look as if you were preparing.

Class was typical which was fine, you expected no prompt changes. Your plan would be a gradual progress and you knew slow and steady won the race.

As per usual, you soon became distracted by your professor and began to fantasize. Yuta had a dangerous habit of running his fingers through his locks of hair, which brought inevitable attention to his hands. And thus his rings. Which spurred on your imagination every time without fail.

You thought about Yuta fingering you with his rings on, the surface of the material cool against your clit. The thought made your thighs press together with a shudder. It was always hell to think about your teacher during class because you had no way of relieving yourself, but there was always material for when you got home. Apart from both enjoying and needing the class, that was another good reason to show up everyday.

Soon you sank into thought. Someone like him had to be experienced. For one, he was older. Yuta had never stated that he’d been around, but sometimes he stopped the class to talk about things he did when he was in his twenties - which made you wonder what else he’d done. Then, he was devilishly handsome and you knew for a fact you weren’t the only one who had a thing for him. Yuta was the professor your peers swooned over, you could only imagine how many women his age flocked towards him.

Class came to an end which was fortunate for you. It meant that you got to go home and handle the ache between your thighs. Everyone left without wasting time and you told Ten not to wait for you. He shot you a knowing smirk and told you that he’d seen you tomorrow.

Other than Yuta, you purposely made sure you would be the last one to leave, packing away your materials ever so slowly and pretending to fix your clothes. Yuta never left before anyone and you could feel his eyes burn through you.

“No plans today?” Yuta asked, voice booming throughout the near-empty room. “You’re usually one of the first people to run out the door - and you always sit on the opposite side.”

That’s because I rush home to take care of myself, you thought. Though there was no way you would say that aloud. Instead you swung your bag over your shoulders and moved a premeditated distance from your desk. From where he stood, your legs were on display.

“No, sir. Just homework,” you lied. Of course you had plans, plans that concerned him. None that you could tell him about, though.

Gaze hard on you, Yuta bobbed his head and replied, “I see. Don’t let me hold up one of my top students, then. Have a good night.”

One of his top students. It was impossible to hold in your grin when he said that. Although it was true he was a major distractor when it came to your learning, you’d be damned if you didn’t make it your mission to study hard and impress him. Apparently, it was working.

“Goodnight, sir,” you bid him. Then you made a break for the door. Those plans awaited you at home in your bedroom and you knew that you’d be busy for a while.

When Shotaro approached you, you were completely unexpecting and somewhat fearful of what he had to say.

For one, there was no reason for Osaki Shotaro of all people to be approaching you. Sure, you had your mutual friendships and classes, but you weren’t close by any means and the sole time you recalled having a one-on-one discussion with him was when you were assigned together.

There was no class today. He found you in your natural habitat, the on-campus Starbucks with your laptop on the table and your headphones around your head. You only slung your headphones down your neck when you noticed him sitting across from you.

“May I help you, Taro?” you asked, throwing him a confused glance.

Shotaro nodded, breaking into a smile that you couldn’t deny was attractive. However, you were far too attracted to his father to be affected by his charms. “I got a problem.”

Now you were utterly confused. “I’m no problem solver.”

“Oh I think you are. I could really fucking use a math tutor and Ten told me you’d be my safest option. Said you wouldn’t mind, especially if I paid you up. I’ve been slacking in that subject lately and I gotta get it together if I wanna stay on the team,” the boy told you, albeit somewhat abashedly.

Ten, you slick motherfucker, you thought graciously. The connection between the pair was that they were both on the school’s competitive dance team together. Ten had seriously hooked both you and Shotaro up. Math happened to be your specialty and Shotaro lived with Yuta, his father. Tutoring him at his place would grant you even more opportunities.

“Holy shit,” you winced.

Shotaro nodded discontently. “Yeah, it’s bad, I know. Look, if you’re not down or something it’s all good. I get we’re not that close so it might seem weird for me to come up on you out of the blue. I’ll pay you twenty an hour, though.”

“On second thought, maybe I am a problem-solver,” you replied, much to Shotaro’s amusement. Twenty per hour for tutoring didn’t sound too bad, and plus, there was the firm chance you’d see Yuta. You outstretched your hand and said, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Shotaro shook your hand. “Alright, partner. When are you free?”

You told Shotaro your schedule and let him know you’d text him if you ever needed to take a rain check. He told you he’d follow the same procedure and you agreed to meet at his place for your first session on Friday. Satan was handing you opportunities on a silver platter.

When he left, you pulled out your phone and texted your best friend.

Thanks, you cunt, you messaged.

Ten replied back, Yeah, whatever. You owe me one.

That you did. But you were focused on bigger, larger things.

Nakamoto Yuta.

When Friday rolled around, you were beyond excited. Shotaro had warned you in advance that his father would be home and told you not to worry.

And you assured him that you didn’t mind. Little did he know, you were planning what you would wear the moment he let you know. It was a difficult choice. You wanted to wear something that would suit the heat though also not seem too much for a study session. In the end you settled for something simple yet revealing - a cute dress you found thrown away in the pits of your closet.

When you got to Shotaro’s house, Yuta welcomed you inside.

“Shotaro’s not here yet. He’ll be back soon. I apologize on his behalf for keeping you waiting,” Yuta said once you stepped inside and showed you to a spot on the couch.

You chirped politely, “It’s fine, sir. I don’t mind.”

He was quick to say, “We’re not on campus, you can drop the formalities. Call me Yuta.”

That made you blink in surprise, although you nodded nonetheless. It was definitely a step up the ladder and you hoped that you would soon be content. You didn’t want to just say it his name, you wanted him to make you scream it.

“The weather has been getting sunnier by the day, you’re probably thirsty,” Yuta figured, stepping into the kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“Water, please.”

Yuta kindly brought you a glass of water and you spent the entire time attempting to subtly survey him. When he handed you the drink, you tried your best not to stare at his hands. It seemed as if he wore rings no matter the occasion and they only made his already beautiful hands look nicer.

Then, you peeped his outfit. And simultaneously realized you had never seen your professor outside of formal attire - up until now, at least. That wasn’t to say that you were complaining. Whatever Yuta chose to wear suited his appearance and you could tell he had an impeccable idea of what style fitted him.

“You should learn how to keep your eyes to yourself.”

You blinked in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“You’re too smart to be playing dumb,” Yuta said, sitting to your side. You noticeably gulped in response to how close he had gotten, and his lips curled with amusement. “You think I don’t notice you staring at me? You’re not subtle.”

In spite of the water you were drinking, your mouth began to feel dry. There was nothing you could fix your mouth to say. Not only had you been caught, but Yuta was implying that he had noticed long before now. With that much knowledge on his hands, it would be simple to piece together why you were checking your professor out at every given opportunity.

The little smirk on his lips alone was enough to convince you that he knew your every thought that ran rampant in your mind. There was no other reason you would be looking at your professor so hard - staring concentratedly at his hands and face - if you had no carnal desires.

Acknowledging your speechless state, Yuta leaned in and slid his thumb under your chin, leaving you no choice but to meet his knife-like gaze. “Be good for me and maybe, just maybe I’ll think about giving you what you want.”

The front door knob began to jiggle yet Yuta took his time to pull away from you. He began to sip from his glass and you tried to quickly appear as if nothing had happened - as if your heart wasn’t racing and threatening to pop out your chest.

Shotaro burst through the door and headed straight for the kitchen, a single grocery bag in his hold. “Sorry I’m late. Summer is beating my ass so I went to get ice cream. You want some?”

Shotaro didn’t notice a damn thing.

You just hoped he wouldn’t notice the way his father was looking at you, the same way you could feel him staring into your back.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, nothing had escalated but the decreasing length of your outfits and the thick tension between you and your professor. There were hardly moments where you were alone and whatever seclusion you did have was always short-lived.

In spite of it all, your plan was so far a success. The longing stares became more mutual and frequent than ever. You noticed that Yuta would unabashedly gaze at whatever bare skin was available to his vision, which came in abundance and less and less was left to imagination. There was no doubt that Yuta had noticed - you just wondered if he would eventually confront you about what was an obvious motive by now. After all, he had told you that he’d think about giving you what you wanted.

If you’re good for him, you recalled. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what that entailed. Between the line of good or bad, you weren’t sure where you teetered in his eyes.

But you hoped that you were good. You wanted to be good. For him. It meant everything that he saw you in the same way you did him, and now that you knew there was a chance you could achieve everything that you had only dreamed of, you were over the moon with thrill.

You wanted Nakmoto Yuta, and you were determined to have him.

Class was typical, as always. Again you were left behind, although not on purpose. A text from Shotaro hindered you.

The text read, Raincheck. I forgot I had practice today.

You texted him back swiftly and began to pack away your materials. But when you made an attempt to leave, Yuta’s voice grounded you in place. “Come here.”

At first you stood there, unable to move an inch. Though the commanding glint in his eyes made you feel as though you were under a spell, controlling you and making you walk forward, and you winded up in front of his desk.

“Yes, sir?” you said quietly.

Yuta shook his head. He said nothing, gesturing with his fingers for you to come closer. And you had no will to disobey him. Playing with the edges of your skirt, you turned behind his desk and made a noise of surprise when he abruptly pulled you onto his lap.

Exhilaration made your heart beat at an impossible pace. It thundered against its cage and made it’s presence known. As much as you had fantasized about your professor in such manner, you felt utterly unprepared for whatever plan ran through his brain. Yuta was inscrutable, that much manifested in the way he taught - unpredictable twists his lectures took that gave good reason for his class to be your favorite. Whatever he wanted to do to you was perfectly unclear, better yet how he would do it.

Yuta hooked one arm around your waist, his free hand leisurely stroking your thigh. He leaned into your ear and asked, “Any plans for today?”

Remembering that Shotaro had cancelled on you, you shook your head. Even if you did have plans, especially any immediate ones, they would have simply had to wait. There was something more significant on your hands.

Yuta hit your thigh and you bit back a whimper. “You have words, use them.”

“No, sir,” you told him, forcing out the words that felt clammed in your throat. He seemed satisfied, moving his fingers from your thigh to underneath your skirt. Suddenly, you were grateful of today’s outfit choice - it gave him easy access.

You gasped when you felt his fingers directly between your thighs. This was it - this was everything you had dreamed of. His rings brushed against you and made you shiver, cool to the touch just as you had imagined that they would be. Which made you wonder what else was up to par with your imagination. Curiosity filled you up to the damn brim and you were eager to know.

“You’re soaking,” Yuta commented, chuckling. “Were you thinking about me?”

That made you feel caught, though as usual, it would have been a bold-faced lie to say that you hadn’t spent the better half of the lecture imagining your professor doing unspeakable things to you. Whenever he was in close proximity of you, a moment rarely passed where you weren’t thinking of him. There was no limit. You couldn’t have enough of the man you craved most.

The thoughts hit you hard as soon as the question escaped from between his lips and Yuta knew he had his answer when he felt you clench around his fingers. The sound of him chuckling should have humiliated you, but your body responded with arousal. It was a blessing that your back was to his chest, eye contact would eat you alive.

“Yes, sir.”

“Thinking about me doing what?” He pressed, but the fact that he was still touching you, pushing his fingers inside made it hard to form any coherent thoughts or sentences. You wanted to focus on what he was doing to your body.

You took a deep breath and said, “Touching me, like this. I…, I always imagine you touching me with your rings on.”

“Mm, yeah?” Yuta hummed. “You wanna know what I think about?”

You muttered, “Yes.” Then, you braced yourself.

“Bending you over this desk and fucking you right in these little skirts you love wearing to seduce me.”

It was safe to say that Yuta had caught on to your shenanigans, but you didn’t care. There was no other thought on your mind except for him, and everything you wanted him to do to you.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Yuta feigned confusion. “Please, what?”

“Fuck me,” you begged. “Please fuck me, sir. I need you. Haven’t I been good?”

That was all it took for Yuta’s resolve to crumble, and in the blink of an eye, he had pushed you overneath his desk. The sound of his belt unbuckling made you tremble with anticipation. All of your patience had dissipated, and so had his. You needed each other.

Yuta pulled your panties to the side and you made a little noise when you felt the tip brush against you. “Ready?”

You gave him the go-ahead in a small voice that didn’t nearly uncover the entire extent of how much you wanted this. When Yuta finally pushed in, the relief you felt then was unimaginable. For so long you had wanted your professor, and now that you had him, it felt like a dream.

Impossible to miss, you noticed Yuta’s grunt when he slid inside you. That alone made you feel like you were soaring. His hands fell to your hips and his rings urged a cool sensation on the area of bare skin.

When you moaned, Yuta lifted one of his palms from your waist and hit your ass. “Unless you want everyone to hear you moaning like a slut, be a good girl and stay quiet.”

Easier said than done. There was too much pleasure involved, too much for you to be able to conceal. You bit your bottom lip, hoping it would do the job. It was the best that you could do to muffle your sounds.

And you weren’t the only one, either. Although Yuta was better at supressing noises, you couldn’t miss the sexy little grunts he made, his grip on your waist tightening with pleasure. It drove you near damn mad hearing him like that. The fact that he was so close to you did nothing to help. He was nearly in your ear, and you felt as if you could implode right then and there.

Without the presence of loud moans, the room was still far from silent. There was the lewd sound of Yuta’s hips rocking into yours each time he pushed back in, and thus your weight slamming against the desk with every thrust, and you loved it. There was something dangerously arousing about it and you were in no mind to care about how obvious you were. Nothing mattered to you in that moment except for Yuta. You wanted him to continue and not stop until you’d both finished.

“Fuck,” you moaned, unable to control yourself. “Harder, please.”

Yuta teased, “Can you handle it harder, baby?”

“Yes, sir,” you squeaked. “Please? I can take it, I can take it.”

Before you could add anything else, Yuta gave in and got rougher. There was no telling if it was real or all in your head, but you swore you could feel him deeper than ever before. His hips met yours hard, pushing deeply. His death grip on you became tighter, as if you would slip away from him if he didn’t hold you as tightly as possible. Every touch of his was practically bruising, just the way you wanted it to be.

This was something Yuta thought he could do all day. Watching you take him greedily was a massive turn on and he could see it becoming one of his favorite pastimes. He loved the way your pussy swallowed him whole. He loved the way you were still desperate for more no matter how much he gave you. The way you were so compliant and eager to please. It was something he could get used to.

“You’re doing so good,” Yuta sighed, voice tickling your neck.

His praise made your knees feel weak, yet so did the sound of his voice. It was like a two for one deal, twice the amount of butterflies swarming in your stomach. The only way things could have been better was if you could see his face, but you doubted you’d survive the moment you saw his expression as he let out a groan.

Yuta lifted his hand again and slipped it underneath your shirt, meddling with your bra and finding your breasts. He gave them a squeeze and you exhaled with pleasure, loving the way his hands felt on your body. You wanted to feel him everywhere you possibly could - no spot left untouched.

Hardly any thoughts roamed in your brain and you were stripped of every ability you possessed to think. All you knew was pleasure, and you wanted more of it. More of him. He was close to you - deep inside you - but not close enough. Never deep enough. To you, there was no existing maximum. There was no brink and only one word chanted in your head. More, more, more.

“Sir, I’m close,” you whimpered out.

Even without saying, every reaction your body made in response to his touch indicated that you were on the brink of an orgasm. You were clinching around Yuta and it became harder to muffle your noises, and you were sure that your lip was bleeding, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care yet.

It was so close you could almost reach out and grab it. The pleasure you felt then was inexplicable. It felt like all your senses had been heightened to an extreme, on an inhuman level. Your body was begging him, screaming for release, needing it desperately.

Needless to say, Yuta was no better than and not far behind you. His grunts seemingly became deeper, and his thrusts became irregular. But he never stopped - he wouldn’t stop until he was there with you, over the edge.

“Come with me, baby,” Yuta growled. He was fucking you like his life depend on it.

Whatever came next was a blur. Your orgasm struck you hard, clouding your vision with white haze, and you clinched around Yuta uncontrollably. The noises that escaped your lips were unpreventable, especially when you felt his cum spill inside your walls. Your body became slug against the desk and when you snapped out of your post-orgasm headspace, you noticed your professor slow and pull out of you.

When you stood back up, you felt his cum leaking from you and trickling down your thighs, and your cheeks grew hot.

Yuta snickered and buckled his pants back up. “How do you feel?”

There was no word to describe how you felt and you were still in a state of pleasant shock. Your thighs began to feel ache from the pressure he’d inflicted on you, but you weren’t complaining. This was the highlight of your day.

“Good,” you replied, straightening out your skirt with your palms. “Sore, but good.”

He smiled wryly. “When do you tutor Taro again?”

“Thursday. He said he would meet me at your house after practice.”

“Good. Come early.”

“How early?”

“However long you can handle getting fucked,” Yuta said with a shrug.

The butterflies were back. Unable to say anything, you gave him a quick nod and prepared to leave, after you cleaned yourself up.

Who would have known that instead of going home to take care of your arousal after class, Yuta would handle it for you. And Thursday you got to do it all over again.

You couldn’t fucking wait.

Part of you wanted to run, but when you rang the doorbell, you knew that it was too late. There was nowhere to hide anymore - Yuta would be coming any moment now.

You were a hot mess of emotions, bursting at the seams with exhilaration and nerves. Of course, there was no doubt in your body that you wanted to relive having sex with your professor. It was everything you had dreamed of and more. Although you also couldn’t deny that you were worried for a billion different reasons.

Relax, you told yourself. You had no reason to worry. There was no way that anyone would find out, Shotaro was utterly clueless and although Ten was certainly aware, you knew there was no way in hell he’d tell a soul. Plus, you looked nothing short of fuckable. With how short your skirt was, Yuta would be unable to change his mind even if he wanted to.

The door swung open and revealed Yuta, who already had his eyes on your body. Without much greeting, he pulled you inside and locked the door behind you.

You squealed while he dragged you into his bedroom, impatience seeping from his calm demeanor. When he let you loose, you stood by bed rubbing your wrist while he shut the door. You complained, “What happened to greeting people?”

“Hello,” he said, walking over to you. He reached for your hand and gave your wrist a quick kiss, then added, “Now lie down for me.”

Without hesitation, you did as told, climbing onto his bed and sprawling yourself out on his mattress. You kicked off your shoes and Yuta crawled between your legs, watching you instinctively spread your legs open for him.

“Black,” Yuta growled once he noticed the color of your panties. “That’s my favorite color.”

There was no way you were strong enough for this.

Yuta tugged your panties past your ankles and tossed them on the floor in haste, starving for you and begging to know how you tasted. His mouth was on you without warning and you sucked in a deep breath the moment you felt his tongue.

To say the least, Yuta didn’t relent. His mouth was impatient, tongue making you pulse more than you already were. It ventured over you, and you cried out, thighs squeezing shut when the muscle prodded at your clit. But Yuta was completely unwilling to be deterred. He pushed your thighs back open and held them spread, and you could feel the cool sensation of his rings digging into your skin yet again.

Moans of his name tore past your lips, urging him on. Yuta took it as sheer motivation, actions unfaltering and seeming to strengthen. You could feel the corners of his lips lift in a grin. It was an ego boost seeing you grip sheets and hearing you moaning his name shamelessly loud.

Wet sounds grew louder. Yuta’s grip on you only became tighter whenever you began to squirm from the pleasure. There was no doubt in your mind that Yuta wad experienced. For as long as your body had yearned for him, no doubt had ever been present, though now that his head was between your thighs and his mouth was anything but shy of your cunt, you could tell.

“Yuta, fuck,” you cried, back in arch. “Don’t stop, please. Please don’t stop.”

Yuta raised a brow, wondering where you had gotten such an idea from. The thought of stopping had never once crossed his mind. He knew what he wanted, he knew what you wanted, and it wasn’t that. He was determined to leave you broken.

It was like nothing that you had ever felt before. People had been between your thighs a number of times before, but something about Yuta was different. There was no way for you to put your finger on it in your current state, but whatever he was doing with his tongue was making you want to scream. You knew then the pleasure he was providing you was unreplicable.

Maybe you knew that the moment you set your eyes on your professor. There was a reason you were drawn to him, wanting him in ways that were illicit. Everything about Yuta had tempted to you, head to toe. In and out. The time between then and now was unbearable. Though you made efforts to distract yourself from the man you thought to be unattainable, no one ever met your standards. And you were completely unable to commit when Yuta was the one in your head. You needed him, or someone like him.

And though you sought for the latter, you were undone.

Nothing could describe how you felt in the moment other than delirious. You were beginning to believe that Yuta had been yours in a past life, that there was no other explanation as to how he seemed perfectly aware of what to do. Then, you thought that somehow, in spite of him being your professor and the father of one of your peers, you were meant to be. It might have been crazy, but that was how you felt.

And Yuta, you drove Yuta crazy. Which felt like an understatement - everything about you made him feel insane to his core. But he couldn’t say that he didn’t like it, or that he was opposed to the feeling. The same way you were tempted by him, he was by you, and he liked having you in the most delicate of ways.

There was no way you would have known, that was if his body said nothing, but he was hooked on you. Just as much as you were hooked on him, if not even more. It wasn’t because he was lonely after his divorce and needed to chew on anything that he could bite, which was simply untrue. Anyone he wanted, man or woman, Yuta knew how to woo his way to them. Though he didn’t want you out of desperacy, he wanted you because of the way you made him feel.

That much he was still in the phase of figuring out, but he knew that it was welcome. That was all that mattered.

“Yuta, I’m so close,” you groaned, entire body begging for release.

Those four words let out a beast in Yuta. It was like he wanted to ravage you, and you found that likely to be the case. Already had he been unfaltering, but it was clear that his efforts were increasing. He wanted to bring you over the edge and he would do exactly that.

“Cum for me,” he said, detaching his mouth from you for the briefest of moments. He let his fingers occupy you while it separated. “You know you want to. Let go for me, baby girl.”

As always, you obeyed. With his mouth on your clit, there was no way that even if you wanted to, you could instruct your body to do otherwise. You let your body be overcome by pleasure, your back in an arch as your orgasm hit. You let out a lewd moan of his name, toes clenching, and Yuta let you hold - much more squeeze - his hand.

It was intense, and Yuta didn’t stop until you had finally gone slack against his mattress. When he pulled away, he could only let the beautiful sight of you fill his eyes. You laid weakly on his bed, chest heaving in result of your climax. Everything about you then screamed fucked out, and he could only look smugly at his achievement.

Watching you made him want to keep going and eat you out little longer, test how much you could handle, but it also made him hard. There was only so long that he could go resisting the urge to fuck you limp and his restraint had dissipated.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Yuta growled, and moved towards you.

All you could see in his eyes was hunger. And when he leaned in and kissed you, it was even hungrier. It was rough and impatient, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.

You reciprocated, kissing him back with the same passionate and letting the heat in the room consume you whole. Yuta’s hands were greedy, clawing at both of your clothes and towing them above your heads. Whatever amount you wanted him he was sure he wanted you more, and he wasn’t ashamed to show you.

Yuta pulled apart from your lips and when you met his gaze, you knew exactly what it was that he wanted. He licked his lips at the sight of you and said, “Hands and knees.”

In an instant, you shifted your body, wiggling your hips in an attempt to make him move faster. You were stripped down to nothing but your skirt, something you realized early on he had a thing for. With how perfectly presented you were, there was no reason why he wasn’t fucking you yet.

The anticipation was killing you slowly. Yuta seemed tempted to start right then, but something delayed him. He reached for something on the bed and slipped a pillow underneath your elbows, a gesture that made your aching desire for him skyrocket.

“Fuck me, Yuta, please,” you begged. “I need to feel you.”

When you felt the head of his dick poke your entrance, you let out a sigh. You were so wet that Yuta slipped in with ease, letting out a grunt when he felt how warm and tight you were around his dick. His rings dug into your skin as his hands clung to your waist.

He begun with leisure strokes to let you accommodate his size, only becoming less shallow the more he thrusted. It was only your second time with him, but you already had a feeling that you’d never get to used to the one of how deeply he stretched you out. Yuta reached places you were unaware of existing.

“I want you,” he groaned. As if you weren’t already at his disposal. Those three words alone had you wrapped around his finger.

Breath hitching, you replied, “You have me. I’m yours - use me.”

Whatever amount of mercy he was trying to spare onto you quickly ceased once those words left your mouth, and Yuta picked up his pace, beginning to fuck you hard. You emit a moan and let him have his way with your body. After your previous encounter, he knew that you liked it rough. Your face was being dug into one of the pillows yet you had no complaints.

Neither did he. Yuta found himself admiring how you took him and the way you felt around him yet again. A welcome mixture of tight, wet, and warm that made fucking you feel like a treat. If you wanted him to use you then he was more than willing to do so.

And there was something about it being you that he was fucking that made the experience like nothing else. He was too attracted to you. As much as you thought about him, he could guarantee he thought about you all the same. In several ways, fantasizing about you in countless positions. But he was going to take his time with you. Knowing you, you weren’t one to shy away from your desires - rather cave in to them - and if he was what you wanted, then you would let him have you. Whatever he wanted, he knew you would provide the best way you knew how.

It wasn’t a one-sided thing. The more time Yuta spent around you, the more fond of you he became. He knew you would bend over backwards, forwards, and every way in between for him, and it was mutual. He was tempted to give you the world.

After all, you were the subject of his dreams. He was crazy about you, and he wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Something was bothering you. It felt good, having him like this, but there was something that you were craving. And you quickly realized that it was the urge to see Yuta’s face. You wanted to see every scrunch of his face, every falter in his expression. You wanted to see his eyes shut and watch how his lips parted as he groaned your name. You wanted to see it all - every minor detail, every fleeting face he made. That was what you desired more than anything.

You tilted your face, just so that the pillow wouldn’t muffle your sounds and called in a moan-y voice, “Yuta…,”

“Mm, baby?” Yuta answered, continuing to rock his hips into yours.

“I wanna - I wanna see your face,” you stammered, hardly able to get words out with how amazingly he was fucking you. He was enjoying the effect he had on you, needlessly to say. “Can I please see your face?”

It was impossible to tell you no. Yuta wanted to give you the world, after all. He would sacrifice his adoration for hitting you from the back if that was what it took to satisfy you. He held distaste for your muffle sounds and not being able to see the mess he was making on your own pretty face anyways.

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

Yuta flipped you over so that you were lying on your stomach, then entered back inside you with haste. When you finally caught a glimpse of his face, sweat made his hair cling to his face and beads of it damped his skin. It was a beautiful sight you were grateful to witness.

In return, Yuta adored the fucked out daze you casted him. There was nothing he loved more than seeing you like that, in a state of evident pleasure as a result of everything he was doing to your body. He fucking loved it.

You wrapped your legs around his back, desperate to feel him deeper. Yuta only chuckled at the gesture, finding it both hot and amusing that you were so needy for him. It was typical of you to want to feel him to the extreme, you simply couldn’t have enough of him.

“Sir,” you moaned. There were no words to explain how you felt right now.

Yuta slowed his thrust and grabbed your chin, forcing eye contact. “What’s my name?”

Wide-eyed, you stammered, “Y-Yuta.”

“Say it again.”

“Yuta!” you exclaimed, moving your hips in attempts to feel his previous pace. “Yuta, Yuta.”

Yuta grinned smugly, but picked up the pace of his thrusts and said, “And I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.”

Yuta brought his hand to your clit and began rubbing you there, watching how your body responded to his touches. You began to squirm and true to his word, made you cry out his name. You felt like you were on fire, heat consuming you whole, but you wanted it all to spread. It felt too good, Yuta’s thrusts and his hands and rings on the very surface of your skin skin.

“Oh, god,” you whimpered. You needed release, you were chasing after it. It was so close, and Yuta could tell.

“How bad do you wanna cum?” Yuta asked you, growling into your ear.

“So bad. I need it. I need it, Yuta. Please,” you begged. With the sexy sounds he was making you weren’t sure you would be able to delay your orgasm any longer.

Satisfied, Yuta bobbed his head and purred, “Give it to me then, baby.”

The moment you approached your climax, Yuta gave you his hand again and you gripped it fiercely as you emitted a loud, crying string of his name. Your whole body shook with orgasm, toes clenching and your eyes closing shut as it washed over you. Yuta came inside you with a grunt, rings digging into your flesh as he held you and filled you up to the brim. When you both finally finished, you laid on his mattress, catching your breath, and he pulled out.

Yuta tilted his head and asked, “Feel good?”

“Feel great,” you chirped, smiling lazily.

He bobbed his head, smiling back and said, “You didn’t forget what I said, did you? I hope you’re not tired.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, ask if to ask him - Why? The smug look on his face added up to your confusion, and you felt like there was something you were missing.

“Baby, you came here two hours hourly. That’s how long you’re getting fucked.”

Realization creeped upon you, and you recalled the exchange you had back in his classroom. Oh, boy, you thought. He was going to ruin you.

And in all honesty, you were fine with that.

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heartlyrins · 13 days

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I haven't seen any no req rules on your blog so i apologise if im overstepping a boundary, it's not a req tho but it looks like it (? idk either just a heads up?? using tumblr after a while bear with me)

ive been thinking of incest sunday x reader where you essentially take robins place aka youre robin and the cannon robin doesn't exist. not really in the haha he noncons u 24/7 way but more of an emotional incest way before it gets sexual/romantic and involves a lot of grooming

he's nice, caring, he's here if u need anything and always cares for his dear little sister (or sibling, but ill keep it fem reader cuz youre in robins place), just ignore the weird touches and how incredibly touchy he gets with you when youre both alone and hidden!

dont think youre of the hook though, he still has very high expectations for a young sweet girl like you! singing lessons, private tutoring and all of the sorts! you practically have no social life, and oh what's that? you want to go out? nope,sorry sweetheart, another time - sunday replies as he gives you yet another touch on the thing as he explains every single mistake and pinpoints your every insecurity

it starts off nice and slow, he begins the weird touches and stares when you were very young. when the nanny was changing your clothes perhaps or you two were showering, before it escalated to something more. i dont see him as "id drug to keep you close", hes already got that weird xipe hallucination power thing that he used on aventurine

hed probably guilt trip you into letting him take your virginity because the world is tainted and theyll hurt you if youre not careful. maybe even take ur first kiss too while hes balls deep and telling you that hell keep the bloodline pure with his sweet perfect little sister

i also like to think sunday is a bit fucked in the head due to past trauma like if he was groomed himself or even molested and he simply mimicked what was done to him rather than doing it cause haha im evil, i dont see much rep of him being fucked up cuz something happened to him in the past.

id like to see ur take on that tbh idm if its a fic/ficlet or something but id gladly see sundays character study on the fucked up obsessive sister fucker version

Maybe I will make a fic of this.. But my aventurine fic is not even completed yet 😭

tw:INCEST, noncon/dubcon, grooming (non-sexual), coercion, guilt tripping, manipulation, brainwashing, slight misogyny, Sunday is the warning itself, DLDR and block if ur uncomfortable

Robin!Reader would be good.. But imagine he's more obsessive and strict than he would ever be with cannon Robin.

YES. He would groom you not in a sexual way, but in a way that he wants you to be according to him. No, grooming isn't only based in romantic or sexual and it HAS been shown in media. (The nearest example is Tomura and OFA)

I feel like he wouldn't need any trauma to actually do this to someone—it's just how he is and he doesn't really see the wrong in it even as an adult.

He has been doing this as a child, it's in his mind to manipulate someone in order to get what he wants. Unlike a normal child who cries and rolls on the ground to get a piece of candy—it wouldn't be that for him.

If he wants it—then he would get it, in this case the thing he wants is you.

Ever since you were both a child, he would be stuck to you at every moment. You want to bath? Sure, but he's going. You're very fragile as a halovian child—and especially a girl at that. You need your big brother to protect you wherever you go.

Despite the fact that he's everywhere with you, there would be times where sometimes he just can't be at that moment. But somehow, he makes it feel like you're in a constant watch even when he's not there.

When you expressed your dreams to be an idol, you thought that he would oppose to it but it's actually quite the opposite! He helps you get voice and vocal lessons with a private teacher and it's every single day that you have to suffer practicing.

What do you mean you want a break? This is your dream yes? He's just helping you achieve your dreams, isn't your big brother so caring?

It's when you start filling curves around your body that he realizes his romantic feelings for you—at first as a child he thought that it had to be with the fact that he has to protect you.

But now that you're both grown, he now knows it's something more than platonic. The first time he touched you a bit further down that he usually would was when you were both just reaching the peak of famous.

He became the head of the family—you've became what you wanted and what he wanted, an idol. That's when it hits him, becoming famous means that he had to share you with other people.

And then before he knows it.. You will disappear from his grip. So he restricts you from going out, you're supposed to stay by his side anyway, you know that right?

And you're supposed to give your virginity to him. It's important. He's helped you achieve your dream, so you need to help him back. No it's not wrong, it's actually quite normal.

You don't know what to do? That's okay, he'll guide you. Look, he's already balls deep inside you—no don't turn your away and face him.

Now that he's tainted you, you can go out now. But remember that he's always watching you.

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mayuichi · 5 months

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“My joy... My joy is when I'm next to them.„

Wriothesley x Reader. No warnings!

note: i almost dont have anything piled up anymore!!!

“My... joy?„ his right eyebrow rose in confusion. “Mhm. What is your joy ? Beside handling the Fortress of Meropide, what brings you happiness ?„

On that day, he couldn't answer the question his friend asked him. What was his joy beside being the Duke ? Taking care of others and everything related to the Fortress of Meropide was his sole purpose for a long time.

“I don't think I have any, Monsieur Neuvillette.„ he responded with a chuckle, but the man before him didn't budged. “That is sad. I hoped you could've enlighten me on what can bring happiness to a human...„

The Duke's expression changed to one of worry, yet he couldn't express it properly. “Why don't you ask to Lady Furina then ? She may know a thing or two.„ but the white haired man shook his head. “Lady Furina is... I do not mean to dismiss her knowledge, but I doubt she can answer the questions I have.„

He hums in understanding. It was a rare sight to see the Iudex himself come to the Fortress, especially for such a private matter. But who would the Duke be to refuse entry to a friend ?

But now, a year has passed since Neuvillette wondered on that. And he finally had an answer to his question, so when they saw each other, they planned to see again around a tea in the Duke's office.

They are seated around his office desk, the steams escaping their hot drinks. “Monsieur Neuvillette, I can answer to your question now.„ he claims aloud, a smile creeping up his face just to think about what he's about to say.

“My joy... My joy is when I'm next to them. When I get back to my quarters and they awaits me here, it's amazing. Knowing I have someone to rely on and let myself be vulnerable around is such a relief. For example, just yesterday...„

...

“Wrio.„ he's working on paperwork. Don't you know to leave him peacefully when he works ? “Wrio.„ your voice makes him want to scoop you up and joke around, just so he can also hear your laugh. “Wrio.„

But his paperwork awaits. He can't always let you distract him. “Wriooo!„ yet your whining gets louder and louder until he slams his pen against the desk. “What is it ?„ he looks upset, but he isn't. He just wants you to know to not disturb him.

“Can I play with your hair?„ he blinks. What was that request of yours again ? Why would you even want to play with his hair ? “Is there a problem with my hair?„ he's intrigued now.

“I just want to! It looks soft.„ he sighs and stares at you. With your puppy dogs eyes, he could just not resist. With a low laughter, he gives in. “Alright, alright. But stay quiet. I need to work, baby.„ you eagerly nod.

Once he focuses back again, you massage his scalp, mess with his hair as well. It's indeed soft. Who would've knew the Duke takes such care in his hair ? Or perhaps, it's just naturally this way. In any case, it makes you love it.

You don't peek on his paperwork though. He has always been clear for it. He doesn't want you to be involved in anything concerning the Fortress of Meropide. He wants to keep you away from all that world.

Toying further with his hair, you smirk for yourself at a simple thought. You would purposefully make his hair look like he has wolf ears. And so you innocently begin to execute your plan.

And by the end of it, he thought he earned himself a small break, unbeknownst to him about his hairstyle. He carefully takes your petite hand in his big one, to lead you around.

He couldn't understand why everyone would look weirdly at him. He glances down to look at his clothes.. No, everything is in order. “Baby, do you know why they are acting weird ?„ you shake your head, keeping up your act. “No idea.„

It's only when he goes to check on Sigewinne he realizes something is wrong. The way she holds in her laugh. She never mocked him, so why today ? “My love, fetch me a mirror.„ he orders you. “Why ? Nothing is wrong with you.„

His glance tells you everything. He doesn't ask you to, he orders you. You silently gulp and search around the infirmary for a mirror, and when you find one, you hand it to him, taking your distance.

Inspecting his appearance carefully, it lasts a little more before he sees the different hairstyle. A grin spreads on his lips as he hands the mirror to Sigewinne. “Baby...„

It's too much for you, you burst in laughter. But you're fast to stop and start running to his office. “You little-!„ he chases after you.

He's way faster than you normally, so you know he purposefully slows down just so you can reach his office before him. Once in, you try to hide behind a recess in the wall.

You can hear his footsteps stomping on the floor, faking his upset mood. “Baby, I know you're here, you little prick. Come out.„

It's becoming harder to hold your laugh. Due to it, a noise escapes your lips. He rapidly rushes to you, grasping your wrists to pin you against the wall.

“Such a little freak, aren't you ? It's funny, right ? Making fun of your boyfriend in front of his employees and prisoners.„ you know he isn't mad, he would've already throw you out of the Fortress to have some time alone otherwise.

“Don't blame me, those fake wolf ears fit you so well!„ you squirm underneath his grip. He reveals his teeth, leaning against your neck to press a trail of kisses. “Such a little tease I have for a lover, huh...„

He lets a hand slide across your cheek, freeing a hand of yours. He sighs in contentment. How could he have someone so perfect after all ? He couldn't be happier.

After a few more kisses on your neck, his lips collide with you in a passionate kiss. Do you ever realized he's a greedy man ? Perhaps he's been starving for so long.

Pulling away from the kiss, he scoops you and sits at his desk, letting you rest on his lap. His head nuzzling in your neck, an arm around your waist to hold you still, he grabs his pen once more.

“You're my little prick, aren't you?„ you happily hum, pressing your back against his muscular torso. You know you're going to stay here while he works until he decides the day is off.

...

“I see... So they bring you happiness ?„ Neuvillette wonders, a hand reaching his chin as he loses himslef in his thoughts. “Indeed. I never thought I could have anything making me happier than the Fortress, but they proved me I was wrong.„

Sipping on the tea, Neuvillette nods his head, understanding how he might feel.

“They're my bundle of joy. To me... Joy is just being anywhere near them, and knowing they're mine.„

/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ mayuichi's property. do not repost, copy or translate without permission.

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dilucsfav · 1 year

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have you ever made a fanfic of the reader being a dom to people who are least expected to be a sub, example is dottore since people think he's a dom or even zhongli?

NO IVE ACTUALLY NOT REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THIS?? well i have but never acted on such deed (no shame in the sinning game)

I had lots of fun with this! ive never written for some of these characters before so this was a challenge :) PLEASE TELL ME IF YALL WANT A FEMALE VERSION, THERE ARE SO MANY DOMMY MOMMY CHARACTERS I COULD WRITE ABT

also,,, should i do this with very sub/switch genshin men, except them being dom to the reader instead?? like for example kaeya, tighnari, xiao, childe, scara YES SCARA IS A FUCKING SWITCH DONT EVEN ARUGE WITH ME

idk y’all should let me know anyways here’s your guys’ meal of men tonight

dom reader x genshin men hcs & scenarios (ft. dottore, zhongli, cyno, alhaitham, diluc, dain, ayato)

warning(s): LOTS of nsfw,,, actually mainly that tbh LMFAO

Dottore

at first, he'd only let you toy w/ him cuz he thought it was cute and he could easily tease you about it later

but shocker... you actually end up flustering him in the process. dummy fooled himself tbh

actually he was quite surprised that you were able to suade him with your words and body language

"Oh, doctor... don't keep me waiting...!" you'd moan and cry, grab his shirt collar and yank him to your lips, teasing his throat with your thumb and giving his body glances

made his little act crack SO fast

you'd easily get some neck kisses in while he's dazed, his flustered face staring ahead as his hands hesitate to wrap around your pretty hips

bro is high key into biting?? like definitely would allow you to squeeze a hickey or 2 in

oh, youre a big sweet talker?? good, use that to your advantage cuz you could REALLY tease this harbinger through facial expressions and super good fucking persuasive language

^^the tone of your voice... mhm that's what makes him crack

his throat between your fingers and a smirk on your lips as you kiss the tall, flustered man. literally he doesnt know what to do LMAO

HE'D COVER IT UP TOO LMAO CUZ BEING VULNUERABLE IS TOO EMBARASSING FOR THIS DICK FACE

every time you try to bring it up he'd instantly deny his reaction

^^"I was not flustered. I was just allowing you to have some fun."

dw doctor daddy, we all know ur a fucking dirty lier

call him a good boy, see what he does

Zhongli

yeah so- this man probably folds so easily over you

spoiling this big baby with kisses will result in his blushing mess of a face. trust me.

"My dear Zhongli, hush. Please let me do this for you."

^^barely takes any begging from your part. he'd allow you to spoil him any day

secretly just loves it but shh you dont know that <3

every kiss and peck and hhhhh will just make his blush grow

bonus points if you include inappropriate touching

"im the geo archon" this, "im rex lapis" that...... but how about we talk about his moans when you pull his fucking hair?

(or the crack in his voice when he's begging you to do the nasty w/ him)

^^ or his whimpers when you give him hickies?? he'd ABSOLUTELY be into marking, and you cant change my whore ass mind

stop cuz when you fluster him he instantly becomes so submissive its literally so funny

he would literally convince you with his fucking noises HES SO VOCAL JUST LIKE ITTO

(actually now that i think about it, the only geo character that wouldnt be vocal would be albedo? god hes so fucking hot i need to write for him soon

you being all cute n shit is enough for his breath to be taken away. hes so so in love w/ you hhhhhhhhhh

Cyno

cyno is literally so fucking daddy he makes me-

your actions would fluster him. i dont think he'd ever admit it, or be super vocal about liking it, but he'll never try to stop you (cyno is such a manwhore i'd fuck him so fast yall dont even try me)

yall ever thought about cyno's STRONG love for riding? no? hahah,,,.............

well i fucking have.

^^he would just lay back and let you ride him omfg me next pls

^^...perhaps small thumb rubs into the side of your thigh to encourage you to keep going. only if youre lucky ofc gotta be grateful

"Ah, Cyno... gonna be a good boy for me and let me f-fuck you? Hm, mm?"

phew the reader is kinda hot idk, kinda want them to dominate me instead of cyno

OMG STOP THIS ISNT NSFW OR ANYTHING BUT HE'D GET SO FLUSTERED N HAPPY IF YOU LAUGH AT HIS SHITTY FUCKING JOKES. HE'D BLUSH AND GET ALL NERVOUS AND HAPPY HELP

(this is random, has nothing to do with the fucking hcs, but yall seen that tighnari x cyno nsfw drawing on twitter where kaveh spends the night w/ them and tighnari is riding cynos dick with kaveh trying to sleep next to them? and kaveh is like "i wanna go home..." no? just me? k.)

would probably get flustered if you two are making out and you use tongue. idk cynos a little silly. definitely weird ass would let you spit and lick all over him and he’d thank you, what a manwhore

Alhaitham

who wouldve ever imagined a submissive haitham? not me for sure

he'd literally gasp when youre being dominant and teasing his pretty cock

chokes on his words. he'd probably let you choke him with a necklace, collar, or just something around his neck that you could pull

oh you thought i was joking? no.

"be a good boy, now, Haitham. only good boys get rewards. Do you think you deserve it?"

^^as you’re pulling the bidings against his neck

ok personally alhaitham isnt my type, but if ur taking submissive alhaitham...?... i may. MAY. SLIGHTLY jog for him

jokes on him, you'd get a such a rise and pleasure from his submissive ass

unfortunately... we have yet another victim of the big tiddy game. he'd totally want you to touch all over his man titties

^^not even just the boobs, he turns into an absolute slut when you praise his body

trace your fingers all over his abs and watch him get off so fast LMAO

when i die, i hope i dont get to the gates of heaven and get dragged down to hell cuz i like writing about silly little submissive men getting hard

I FEEL LIKE HE ALSO JUST WOULDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO?? SO WHILE YOURE DOING YOUR THING N SHIT HE’D KINDA JUST STARE AT YOU? flustered haitham at a loss for words, how cute 💔💔

hear me out hear me out. he’d praise you sm but in like a “please keep going im gonna cum” submissive type of way? you know what i mean?

ngh imagine his face getting all pathetic and weak god ngh im no slut for alhaitham but god

Diluc

I LOVE YOU DILUC, PLEASE LET ME CALL YOU MY GOOD BOY AND MY DARKNIGHT HERO AND ALL THAT CORNY SHIT

anyways

i rarely see any sub diluc fics i need to fix that soon BUT ANYWAYS

when hes being bossed around by you he'd become such a whore but in such a respectful way

HE'D ABSOLUTELY SAY "yes sir/ma'am" when youre the dom GOODDDKDKDD

he' take your wrists whilst he’s on his knees, staring up at you, waiting patiently for you to command him

im drooling as im writing these for diluc btw btw

he's not really used to such attitude but he wont question it in the moment CUZ HE LOVES THE ATTENTION

hear me out, HEAR ME OUT.

^^^ ….ive always headcanoned this, but diluc is definitely NOT a dirty talker (i strongly believe this fight me) or tbh i don’t think he’s that good of a talker during sex either way

^^^ but hear me out. imagine he’s like fucking you, but your fingers are holding the back of his ponytail to keep his face jerked forward, where your lips are just touching his ear lobe while you praise him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear?

ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING ARE YOU HEARING ME OUT, DONT TELL ME HE WOULDNT FOLD AND GET FLUSTERED FROM PRAISE

“Mmm, oh s-so good for me! Keep it going, ahh, just like that. That’s my Diluc.”

drooling sweating crying sobbing and

i think he’d totally be down bad for some soft dom… like you praising him, commanding him and being rough with him, but at the same time so lovingly and gently?? yes pls hes totally down

Dainsleif

y’all dain simps are some other type of down bad fr (that’s a good thing i promise)

absolutely another victim of loving riding. absolutely. HE’D BE A BOTTOM SO FAST IF THAT MEANT HE WAS ABOUT TO BE RODE FR

dain would whimper. im literally so right

this has nothing to do with him being submissive but why the hell would he sweat so fucking much during sex? idk i love dain but he looks so musty IM SORRY IT HAD TO BE SAID

not trying to dain slander im sorry im just nervous ive never written for him b4💔💔

call him a bad boy and naughty and tease him just a bit and he’ll fold

honestly i think teasing him just would make him so antsy, so on edge, so desperate and impatient, he would just get all whiney and flustered and such a manwhore

HES THE FUCKING DEFINITION OF MANWHORE LETS BE HONEST HERE

push him against the mattress, maybe even yank his hair a little and tell him he’s a piece of shit that needs to beg for attention and to be kissed by your gorgeous lips

stop if you gave him a blowjob and tease him until he can’t take it just imagine tears staining his cheeks while he’s begging you to give him a break

HE WOULD CALL YOU MOMMY/DADDY. HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD YOU LITERALLY CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND IDFC

he’d curse from overstimulation, prolly screaming “shit” 80 million times and “fuck” every time you chuckle or smirk at his desperate ass

“Oh, you want me to stop? When you begged and pleaded me to touch you badly, Dain?”

^^ i can imagine you listened and stopped, but then he’d get sad and beg for it again LMAO

such a mess for you and wouldn’t try hiding it tbh

Ayato

okay im actually so excited to write for him, ive never written for ayato but i’m not really into ayato im sorry guys (i like his sister though)

It kinda startled him a bit when your fingers grazed his chest and you pinned him against a wall—

would actually kinda fight it at first?? but he also wouldn’t after a while cuz he looks down on everybody and thinks he’s better than everybody else LMFAO live laugh love ayato

anyways,,, when you’ve got him between your fingertips, instantly you become royalty to him.

you are called either ma’am/sir, or you’re called my lady/prince/your majesty

^^or some shit like that idfk ayato’s fucking wild as hell

hear me out… ayato’s absolutely, 100%, definitely, into sucking your fingers

just imagine you’re going to town on his dick and you shove your fingers down his throat to make him stop crying so fucking loud

god and he’s totally into it pls— sucking on your fingers so good so that he’s quiet just for you🙏

“Hush up, Ayato. You don’t want Thoma to hear you when you’re this vulnerable to me, do you?”

bro would gag and cry and grip your body and and

he’d so rough, dirty, submissive, but just like diluc, in a respectful way

imagine brushing your thumb on his beauty marks and the little moles he has— his heart would skip a beat

dw, you and ayato wouldn’t have to worry abt bothering anybody cuz im fucking thoma in the next room

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forces you to read my absolute brain vomit of an alastor post this is mainly just design notes/reasoning on why i did things, etc!! then a bit of tweaks to his story :3

he's monochrome mostly because it's fun!! it gives cast diversity and i think it fits his character. unlike, for example, vox, who is seen adapting to the times as technology improves, alastor does not. he enjoys the "old fashioned" way of doing things!

on the radio subject, i made him More like a radio!! the dial that holds his tie is what he uses for voice mimicking! his microphone, which i've changed to be more like they were in the 20's, is what projects his voice! hypothetically, if you took it away or broke it, he would be silenced. but al definitely guards this thing with his life.

the microphone it plugged into a port on the back of alastor's neck, but the cord is only visible when someone ELSE is using the mic (which he has only granted to charlie, rosie, mimzy, and maybe even niffty). the cord is 40ft long and usually tied up on his antlers

big change, alastor's "talking" is just his teeth glowing! his teeth only separate to bite or eat! his lips do move, though, albeit only to lessen or widen his smile.

i would like to note that i am completely retconning the voodoo/eldritch horror for obvious reasons. i've decided to go analog! more on that when i feel like it LMAO

about him being mixed, i want to mention something!! as a mixed person!!!: creole is NOT just black!! creole is a mix in itself! anywhore ! :3 alastor was a white-passing man in life! new orleans was one of the better places when it came to racism in the 1890's-1930's, but racism was DEFINITELY still there,, so al being passing really helped with the building of his career(s) (including the murdering career of course). because of this, al was VERY disconnected to his culture, which his mother encouraged. they figured the less he knew about being creole, the more likely he could go under the radar. once he arrived in hell, he presented much more like a man of color. i dont really have much of a particular like... lore reason for this.,, i just wanted to ! :3

that's really the most i can think of right now !! i think about him a lot....,,, so like......,,,, if youre cool ..... you should follow me................. maybe even send me an ask ... aboutg him . .. .... or even art requests....... or somrthing...........................

#my art #hazbin art #hazbin hotel #hazbin redesign #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin rewrite

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raul-volp2 · 10 months

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Tabletop rpgs are a interesting case when it comes to game, not only it's a very social and open form of game but because it's also the most difficult game (tabletop or digital) for people to actually play it.

By nature a tabletop rpg require effort, time and a sizable group of friends. Digital games most of time requires only a single player to boot the game, if it's multiplayer you usually can play with random people online. Tabletop games requires a little more effort reading the rules, setting up the game and having people to play it (there is also solo games), but when compared to ttrpgs the reading is a lot smaller and even the players needed depending of the game is very small than a optimal group size for a ttrpg.

But the biggest effort that ttrpg requires is time, you and your players have to commit to a campaign that even if it's short can spam multiple weeks to finish, and being adults in this capitalist hellscape having time to join with friends to play for 2-4 hours is kinda rare.

But Im not saying this as something bad, while it requires effort ttrpg is a beautiful and unique experience, where players join together to immerse themselves in a world and have fun with the game. But looking this as a game designer I started to see a big risk of developing a ttrpg, and the risk is that there is great possibility that our game even if it's bought by people might never be used in a single session.

People are afraid to change, to try something new, and this include games, that's one of the reasons Dungeons and Dragons dominate the scene, they use this attachment people have with things and products very well, and people see the idea of play another game as a risk, they dont want to risk using their rare ttrpg time to play something new and be unsatisfatisfied, and that's makes sense. Even group of players that plays multiple ttrpgs have difficult to play all the their library because while they are able to play multiple campaigns, it's very difficult to play all the games that are releasing.

So rambling all this my conclusion is that a ttrpg game designer need to have in mind that they are making a game, and try to make a good one please, but also have in mind that a lot people will read their book as a book, they will have fun reading the lore, studying the rules, imagining the sessions they might play but actually never play it, and I am starting to realize that this is ok. But even being ok having a game no one will play even if they get the book and enjoy the reading, another skills that is part of a ttrpg writer and designer that I see most people not paying attention to it, is that the book have not only the job of explain the rules and present the world, but to convince the reader that the game they are reading is something they want to play.

Saying this sounds obvious, because in part we all must know that, but it's usually a skill that a lot of designers don't pay too much attention, and not only designers, look at Mork Borg, it is a OSR rpg like many others, but the book with it's unique layout, art style and writting does a amazing job to convince you to play. Same with Blades in the Dark, John Harper does an amazing job showing great examples of play when explaining the rules, showing the possibility of many cool things you can do in the game. This is not something easy to do, and ttrpg designers have to deal with so many things already, and specially indie ones, but it is something necessary.

All games have voices, and we need to find the voice of our games and make them speak and convince the readers and players that our games is something they want to play it... but also knowing that it's ok if in the end our games end up being just a good reading with cool art on it.

This might feel very confuse and wrong, I work mostly with game art and my game design methods are very confusing and my game (City Noire) will probably fly very unnoticed, so don't pay attention if you feel im talking nonsense.

Thank you.

Raul.

#rpg #roleplaying game #ttrpg #tabletop rpg

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drdemonprince · 9 months

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hi devon! love your work so much and also just rly want to take an edible with you and shoot the shit but my actual question is as an autistic person who was taught to orient around other peoples needs how can i re train that laser focus to kind of hone what i need/like/desire? i feel really lost and spend so much time thinking about what other people may like or want i have no idea what i want even at 29

oh my goodness, my entire next book on Autism is all for people like you! I believe that part of unmasking requires that we learn how to disengage from the opinions of others, widen our distress tolerance, get more acclimated to the possibility of change, learn how to initiate the activities we like more, and just generally get more in touch with our bodies and our desires. this is a lot of work but it's all in the realm of skills that can be practiced... which is why i'm currently trying to sell a book that is entirely research, examples, and exercises around these things. i will also be publishing lots of small tastes of this work pretty regularly on my substack in the next few months.

in the meantime, i would encourage you to start reallllly really small, by taking greater notice of what you don't like. and i mean really start out with miniscule declarations of negative feeling. "i dont like this song, can we change the channel on the radio?" "i dont want to eat at the olive garden actually" "im cold, can you turn up the heat or tell me where the blankets are?" "this bar is too loud, i'm going to have to leave." REALLY small stuff. even stuff of that scale probably feels TERRIFYING. start with these things, and ride out the initial discomfort or embarrassment that arises when stating a need or preference.

you'll notice that each of these "no's" is actually getting you closer to figuring out what you want as well. you're saying you dislike something, or that you are uncomfortable -- but you're also practicing articulating a thing that you actively do want, whether that's a blanket, a more comfortable place to spend the evening, or something better to listen to or to watch. it's hard to ask oneself massive existential questions about who you truly are and what you want out of life. but asking yourself if anything small in your immediate environment is uncomfortable is far easier.

the great thing about this method is that you can practice it all the time. any time you're in a new space or situation, just take a moment to ask yourself: what would i change? the goal is to always find something you could advocate or ask for. this flips the masked autistic instinct to never ask for anything until you're in absolute agony completely on its head. you are LOOKING for things to request, LOOKING for sources of mild discomfort to voice -- and youll get better and better at noticing what you like and what you dislike the more that you do this.

with time, you will be able to articulate far greater wants. i dont want to spend my weekend at my grandmother's house. i dont want to live in an apartment with someone who is constantly criticizing me. i want to live by the water. i want a job where i can control the temperature of my workspace at all times. i want dogs. i want to be able to go running in the morning. i want a bathtub. i want to paint and listen to music. i dont want to marry this person. and so on!

this is a massive oversimplification, but there you go. a little bump of the full supply that hopefully will hit bookshelves early 2025 if i play my cards right

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bloggingboutburgers · 11 months

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Hi, kinda random, but I could really use some advice. I really wanna write a qpr but feel like I dunno much about it- uh- so yeah! Just wanting to ask how I should do it- like, how do I do it?? How do I represent this while being accurate and respectful?? I know the theory but like addhhbbkjt

Sorry if I am being weird I dont really know how to phrase this Q_Q

...OK so this is gonna sound funny (or not) but... I've been toying with the idea of developing a story involving a fictional QPR as well recently and... I have no idea how to go about it either. Despite being in one!! I actually have trouble explaining what a QPR means to most people honestly TwT

But I'll do my best to give a few pointers from my experience:

Needless to say, kinda, but a QPR is NOT a romantic relationship. It may LOOK like it on paper but I guess the way I see it, there's a lot less... Grandiosity and possessiveness than with romance. It's a lot more chill, I guess I could say. It's not like "this person is my whole life and I would die without them" or something, it's more like "this person is pretty great to experience life with and it'd be pretty cool if this lasted as long as we both vibe."

A QPR is NOT inferior to a romantic relationship NOR is it superior to a friendship, in my opinion. I see no scale of value of the sort. Each of these things are their own thing is all.

Considering it's quite the particular situation, no two QPRs will be the same, I think. So you can at least rest easy considering there can be quite a lot of variety in this type of relationship.

What I mean by that is, not everybody who's in a QPR will be comfortable will the same things. For example my partner and I may give each other lip pecks (never any tongue), but it took us years to be comfortable with the idea, and it doesn't necessarily mean everybody in a QPR will be at ease with that. And conversely other people in a QPR may be comfortable with a level of intimacy we may not be comfortable with.

What that implies is, in my experience at least, a QPR means a LOT of communication. My partner and I constantly have heart-to-hearts about what works or what doesn't for us, and are both aware some things may change over time.

As an aromantic, I value being in a QPR deeply because it responds to some issues that I think a lot of fellow aromantics probably face: the first is needing human connection, like any person, but having to struggle with the fact that you'll always come second after your friends' romantic partners and kids (if they have any), and the fear of abandonment that comes with that; the second is wanting human contact and affection, like any person, but having to worry that if you seek affection from or give affection to a person, they'll catch romantic or sexual feelings for you and it'll turn ugly for you, kinda. Being in a QPR responds to both those needs while negating these fears. If I ever wrote a fictional QPR personally, I think that last point would be what I would wanna emphasize the most, in my own voice. Because it's so key.

As usual I suck at being succinct and all, but I hope these were helpful! TwT And I hope nothing I said here misrepresented other people in QPRs out there

#queerplatonic #queer platonic #queer platonic relationship #qpr #anon

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blackopals-world · 10 months

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May I request a Maid!Yuu x Riddle Rosehearts with the classic trope of “keeping the relationship a secret until they can’t,” please?

feat. Riddles Mom as the antagonist

I could not ignore how good this sounded

The Help

"Your mother? That's wonderful, I'd love to meet her." Yuu said cheerfully as they took an apron off the hook.

"No, you don't. I don't even want to see her but she's coming to visit." Riddle said stepping behind his partner and tying the apron snugly at the waist. "You do remember what I said about my upbringing right?"

"Of course I do. But we can't change her coming so we can't worry about that. We can only remain hopeful that the visit will be pleasant. Even if it isn't being polite is important. After all meeting your in-laws is very important for every relationship." Yuu said sagely.

"...about that." Riddle said nervously.

Almost immediately Yuu narrowed their eyes. They didn't like the sound of that.

Riddle sighed.

"I dont want her to know about us." Riddle said flinching waiting for Yuu to yell at him.

Of course that never came. They would never raise their voice, especially not at Riddle. Yuu only sighed sadly, their shoulder slumped in disappointment.

"I'm sorry." Riddle help one on Yuu's hands.

"Are you ashamed of us?" They asked.

"NO! Never!" Riddle shouted quickly "I just- just don't want her to hurt you. She'd hate anyone I date if she didn't choose them. She would threaten you. She might even get Crowley to keep you from me or worse kick you out of the school."

Yuu didn't like hearing this but relented.

"Fine...fine ugh." Yuu let out a huff of exhaustion. "what's your plan?"

Riddle's plan while not ingenious it was practical. Just pretend we aren't dating. Simple and easy.

Yuu when about their business as usual as they served tea and food in the garden. They kept their head down as they worked.

"I heard you won first place in the equestrian show as expected." Ms.Rosehesrts said over her cup of Earl Gray.

Yuu's mouth twitched in irritation. They chalked it up to the choice of tea the woman asked for.

Did she really ask for the acidic bergamot Earl Grey when the spread clearly called for something less intense? The fruit tarts and chocolate cakes just don't go with that tea. Fortunately, Yuu knew Riddle's tastes well and added vanilla and cream to his cup.

"Do you usually drink such sugary drinks? I swear without me you can't manage yourself." His mother sighed as she looked at the light-colored tea compared to her dark sugarless cup.

Riddle opened his mouth to respond be he was interrupted.

"I'm apologies Ms.Rosehearts. But as the head of the Heartslabyul dorm Master Riddle must set an example. He takes his tea as the great Queen herself did. It is his cross to bear as dutifully follows the rules." Yuu said their head bowed.

The mother shifted her gaze to the servant and glared.

"And who are you?" She asked. The question was rhetorical, she was very aware that Yuu was serving them but her question was more to remind the servent of their place.

"I'm a student here. I work as a maid as well to earn extra money Ms.Rosehearts." Yuu said timidly.

"Oh, I see. Well isn't that lovely but you would do well to mind your own business. It would serve you well in your future line of work." The mother stated.

Riddle tried to interrupt to take his mother's attention away but before he could Yuu spoke.

"I understand. I will keep that in mind." Yuu said looking at the ground.

That clearly wasn't what Riddle's mother wanted to hear as she frowned.

"You understand what? Speak up child and look me in the eye. Perhaps it's too much to expect a servant even an amateur would know how to answer properly. Honestly, even poor parenting is no excuse." She continued.

Yuu nodded and lifted their head. Their face was red and their lower lip trembled.

"My apologies again ma'am. I understand that I shouldn't interpret or comment on your discussions. I also understand that I should properly address you." Yuu said their voice wavering.

"Really then? Then how can you address me as Mr.Rosehearts? You call my son master but fail to show me proper respect. You will call me Mistress as you should." She demanded.

"Mother!" Riddle cut in.

"Quiet! How dare you speak over me! And you!" Ms.Rosehearts pointed at Yuu. "I'm waiting and I'm losing patience with you!"

Yuu felt like a stone was lodged in their throat. Their face felt hot and their eyes stung.

"I-Im sorry. May I b-be excused? I should g-get back." Yuu wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

Riddle's heart dropped into his stomach as he saw the fearful expression on Yuu's face.

"No, you may not! Honestly how useless can you be? This is why I never raised my son to be like people like you. Weak, sniveling, and worst of all failures!" Ms.Rosehearts lips curled in disgust.

Tears streamed down Yuu's face as they tried to keep a straight face.

"Mother! You've gone too far! You have no right to talk to them that way!" Riddle pushed his mother aside as he stood between them. "Yuu don't listen to her. She knows nothing about you, about us."

"Riddle, how dare yo-"

"Be quiet! You have said enough! You have not only embarrassed me as your son but you have thoughtlessly insulted my partner! Do you have any empathy at all? Do you think of anyone else but yourself?!" Riddle turned on his mother as he yelled in her face.

"Riddle!" She tried to yell back.

"I said stop talking! Perhaps it was too much to hope that you would act like someone with basic human decency let alone like a proper mother! Do you think this is how you should act toward someone I love? You talked alot about respect but you don’t even know what that means! You only know fear! I want you gone now!" Riddle pointed to the exit as he held Yuu close as they cried.

Riddle's mother turned bright red as she prepared to lash out at the pair. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She whipped around to see no other than the college's potions professor.

"Ms. Rosehearts I had the displeasure of watching you not only make a fool of yourself but you had the nerve to insult my pup." Crewel growled "You have a lot of nerve to speak to someone else's child like that let alone your own. I hope that in the future you will rethink coming to this campus and even looking at my child."

Riddle's mother clenched her jaw as she saw Riddle comforting his beloved. She then huffed and turned to exit.

"Before you go I wanted to tell you that I got in contact with father. Don't worry about me coming home. I won't be living with you anymore." Riddle said glaring at her.

"Are you okay?" Yuu asked gently running a hand down Riddle's back as he buried his face in Yuu's chest.

"I should be asking you that. I'm sorry. I should have stood up for you earlier." Riddle said.

Yuu laughed.

"You stood up to her though. That's more than I could do; she isn't even my mother. Riddle you were courageous." Yuu said kissing Riddle's cheek. " I may not have a mother-in-law but I'm sure we can manage when we become a family."

Riddle buried himself further, his ear were bright red.

"I haven't even proposed yet. We are hardly family. I still need Crewel's blessing and you know he's hard to please." Riddle can already feel the glare the professor would give.

"On the bright side, it'll be easier than asking your mother for the family ring." Yuu laughed.

(If it helps you can imagine Crewel standing behind Riddle's mother with a chair aimed at her head the entire time. Made me feel better at least)

#maid!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland riddle #riddle rosehearts #divus crewel #twst divus

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lyrenminth · 21 days

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Quiet love 4/?

+18 some parts are smut. Proceed with caution.

You must know already. You could notice it underneath the stern frown and the politeness.

Justin was touch-starving.

He would touch you every time he was closer to you. He loved cuddle time and making breakfast together so he could grabbed your waist or touch your butt and pretend it was an accident. He would stand behind you, his warm chest glued to your back, to help you to reach something from the cabinets.

Since his job was so demanding he was trying a better quality time. You went for walk around the neighborhood or things like that. You couldn't wait for the off-season.

Things changed a little bit. For example, the kisses and hugs. His body was free to touch as well as yours. In the house, it was your little paradise.

Outside, he was different more tense and reserved. You still haven't meet his teammates.

You were ok with that. The season was three months away to finish and you didn't want to put pressure.

He was almost never home. You texted more, or make video calls when he was available.

Justin was so kind to explain you his moods during the season and how to handle it. And you were so grateful for that. You already knew things about the NFL, the schedule and administrative stuff so he didn't have to explain everything to you.

"If we lose, just hug me" he said one night when you were cuddling together. Your head was on his chest, and he was touching your arm absentmindedly "If we win, we can have something delicious to eat. Sometimes I just want to be here and pretend I don't have to play a big game on Sunday"

"It's very stressful, isn't?"

He nodded, and you couldn't resist to kiss his pouty mouth.

"I'm proud of you"

"Thank you"

"Really, Justin"

"You make things easier" a shadow crossed his eyes. "What?" you asked him.

"I remember when you told me you were leaving to Michigan" he stated in a low voice "I...felt butthurt for a while. To be honest, I felt I was losing you"

"Yeah? I know we agree to go to Oregon together" you remembered, feeling bad. "Sorry"

"No, no. I understand now"

"Did you miss me?"

"Yes" his voice sounded hoarse.

"I missed you too. But you were so busy"

"When I saw you again, during the dinner..." he left out a shaky breath "Mitch can tell you"

You laughed. "Tell me what?"

"I couldn't stop looking at you, seriously" even in the dark, you blushed. "You were like a beautiful ghost. He scold me later because I was creepy"

"Really? For me you were being your usual self"

He laughed. "Yeah, I don't know"

"To be honest, I change a lot during my time in Michigan" you confessed "But it was for the best"

"I notice you talk more" he pointed out. He put you closer if possible. "You are...more...confident? I don't know how to describe it"

"Yes, I worked a lot on me"

"Do you think I have changed?" he asked, like he didn't want to hear the answer.

"Yes, you have changed. Everyone does" you sighed and touched his pointy nose "Somehow you are still the same in certain aspects like your introversion, your sense of humor, your love for nature"

He nodded in agreement.

"I think you are right"

"I have know you for a looong time babe"

"Dont you get bored of me?" he asked, you kissed him "No, never"

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The sex wasn't frequent but pretty passionate. He had a way with his mouth that made you shake and gasp for air. He had a beautiful body he didn't like to show so much even in his house, and his ass? Good God, you wanted to bite him so badly.

That morning you were making a green smoothie when he appeared in a rush only to stop when he saw you standing in the kitchen with a tank top and some shorts.

"Those are new?" he asked, getting closer and touching your ass.

You giggled your butt at him. "No"

"Damn, you legs look great"

"Yes?"

"Bend over"

"Justin" you warn him. It was Wednesday, he arrived late yesterday and now he was heading to practice. "You need to arrive early today?"

"No"

You bend over the counter, just a little so he could watch your ass better.

"Beautiful" he whispered in awe.

You stood straight again. "Do you want a smoothie?"

"Nah, I'll have breakfast there"

"Oh, okay"

"I can eat something else though" he grabbed you by your waist and put you over the counter.

"I would love it too, but you seriously need to go to practice, the team needs you" you said against his mouth. He groaned, frustrated.

"Okay"

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The Chargers got eliminated during the playoffs. And this was the first hard moment in your relationship with Justin. He didn't want to hear anything, he was sore and frustrated but somehow he understood the situation. The injuries and bad calls kill them.

You were trying to comfort him as he said, and since his schedule wasn't clear he still was busy doing interviews and commercials.

It was during an interview that he kinda mention he wasn't single. You weren't expecting it.

"Yeah, you know it's tough but I think you need to surround yourself with people who care about you, in this case my family and partner so the process is easier. I reminds you to stay grounded"

The following questions were about the team and so, but some fans catch up the "partner" and entire forums on internet started creating articles with crazy headlines and speculations. You couldn't resist the temptation and checked on one blog or two. You never exposed Justin on your socials, and you tried to be discreet while out but in the era of the camera nothing was private.

There was a blurry pic of you two outside a restaurant. Justin was talking on his phone and you were looking at yours.

Your stomach dropped.

Your face wasn't clear enough but Justin was recognizable for a mile away.

"This is the chick"

"I can't see shit"

"Oh my god! All my chances are ruined"

"They are standing like two feet apart I don't think they're dating"

It was true, at the time that pic was taken you were still friends. However...

"She's after the money for sure"

"She is tall like him but she seems basic"

"He deserves better tbh"

"If he starts playing bad we know why"

"THIS IS WHY WE GOT ELIMINATED???"

You stopped reading after that. The rampant misogyny made want to cry.

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Justin had the day off. And you were more than happy to have him home. The energy between you was strange though, more for you than him. During the evening while he grilled some meat you spoke about it.

"I saw the interview you did with Henkins" you mention casually "I think you broke a thousand girls' heart with that comment"

He raised his eyebrow, his side grin starting to grow.

"I think it would make you happy"

You blushed. "Yes, but it's scary. I'm not sure if I want people to know me"

"Bet they would love you"

You weren happy with that. The anxiety was creeping in. "I mean I fear my privacy, my job is kinda scrict about that..."

"Don't worry, we can keep our relationship private, I like it that way"

But still wasn't enough. You change your weight between one foot and the other. He sense you uneasiness and asked: "What?"

"I just commit the mistake of reading online" he rolled his eyes and cut you "Ohh, I told you not to do it" he said displeased, your stomach twisted "Those are strangers, don't let their invalid opinion affect you"

You sighed, gulping the tears. "I don't know, I never thought how it would be...don't be mad at me"

He put the tong on the table and gave you a hug, that was enough to make you feel supported. "Sorry it's just that is something silly to do that babe. I'm not mad, just worried"

"Because you are a social media quaterback" you said recalling that critique. He laughed "You cruel, no grilled meat for you then" he slapped you ass and sent you away.

And you had a better mood.

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You were standing up between his legs, he was sitting comfortably in the couch. You were talking about...you don't remember, you said something bad and he got mad then you got mad, and you went to your room to vent. In your silence you realize you were wrong, an you were acting bratty so you went down to apologize. He was mad first but then look at your legs, a dark glimpse in his eye.

Ok, he was so hot when he was angry. Hot and scary. Like he could hold you with those strong arms and manhandle you until you were all on fours...Oh, yes, you needed to say sorry first.

"Sorry, Justin. I...yeah"

"Yeah? Thats all?"

"It was wrong to get mad over something like that"

"Baby, we were talking about cats, what the hell happened?"

"I don't know" you bite your lips.

"Ok" he pondered his next move for a few seconds. "Strip" he ordered.

"What?" you said.

He was going to spank you? Like right know? and why you were reluctant to the idea? You knew he was dominat in bed, but never like this. Your heart was beating so fast and you were so wet. His eyes were feral roaming your body like a lion before eating his prey. He put a hand on his bulge, squeezing himself.

With shaky hands you obeyed, piece by piece, your lace panties were the only barrier now. Without hesitation, Justin leaned in and kiss your lower belly sending a wave of heat direct to your core. You almost squirmed.

"Justin" you pleaded.

His hand traveled across your breasts and below, until they stopped in your mount of Venus. You were shaking, horny as fuck.

"You smell so good" he said, inhaling your scent. "Let me see" his voice was low, thick and grovel. With one finger he moved your panties aside, only to see how soaked you were. "Oh, my poor girl. I've leave you unattended, don't I?"

"Yes" you moaned when his fingers touched your clit.

"But you deserved it after acting like that?"

"Please" you sounded so needy that if you weren't so horny you would feel the shame.

His finger started rubbing your clit in the motion that make your knees weak. You started moving your hips to match the touch.

"So damn pretty"

Your uneven breath and the slick sounds were the only thing you could hear. Your legs started shaking your walls clenching around nothing. When you came apart Justin made you sit on his strong legs.

You looked instinctively for his lips, but he held you steady against his legs.

"Justin" you pleaded, touching his bulge. You wanted him in your mouth. You wiggled your ass to move away and kneel in front of him. When he let you, you didn't waste time to pull down his pants. His erection stood up, and you take the shaft with your hand, you gave him a few pumps before looking at him. His eyes were darker but he was fully confident.

"Do you like my cock, don't you?" you never could have guessed Justin was a dirty talker, but he was and excellent at it.

"Let me show you" you tongue made to job.

You licked his shaft up and down. Enjoying the little sounds he made. He was thick and hot in your mouth. He grabbed your hair and guided your mouth so you could take him deeper, until your eyes started getting watery. You loved when he was in control. He released you, and you took a few breaths before going down again. "Oh, yes...oh my god" he groaned. Justin stood up taking you with him and kissed you ferociously. "Show me that pretty ass, don't you?" he demanded. You obeyed, sitting on the couch carefully trying not to lose your balance. He stood up behind you, so he could see everything. You wiggled your ass to tease him, but suddenly stopped when he spank your ass kinda hard. You gasped, feeling hot the spot he hit. "Oh, my..." he started caressing your ass again. "Tell why do you apologize?"

"Because I call you an unreasonable prick" you cried. Another spank that made you flinch. Your walls were clenching around nothing and you couldn't understand why this was turning you on so bad. "And leaving without talking" the soft caresses after the spank were the best.

You felt long finger opening your folds, looking for your clit. "Don't look back" he ordered. You cried helpless. Two fingers were inside you now, pushing gently. It felt so good you almost purred from contentment. "You're so wet" he said again. He was using both hands, one to stimulate your clit while the other finger you. You were growing hotter and hotter by each minute. Whimpering and moaning. Your gaze started getting cloudy when he stopped.

He. Stopped.

"What? No, no, no" you cried "please continue this feel so good"

"I don't think so" he stated, calm.

"What?" you said getting angry. He took his pants down and move behind you, and spank you one last time then you feel his cock in your entrance "I'm an unreasonable prick, remember?"

"I said sorry" you cried.

"And I forgive you" he said sliding in, you felt stretched and full, but you missed his hand touching your clit it was better, more intense. You had to grab the edges of the couch when he started thrusting so hard into you. He was so fierce that you forgot how to talk or think properly. You could only feel the wonderful friction between your bodies.

"Yes, yes, yes" you said, your face against the couch. When his pace slowed down and his hand searched for your clit, rubbing it gently you were in a state of ecstasy. You clenched your walls around him, he hissed and spanked you again. But you were ascending to heaven for the second time to even care. You moaned his name, and he increased the rhythm. "You. Are. Mine" he said between every thrust.

"Yes, yes!" you cried. You felt his cock twitch inside you confirming his climax, and he laid down over you for a second . His heavy breathing was on your neck, and he hugged you from behind.

You stayed like that for a few minutes.

It was too early to say "I love you"? You wondered because that's what you were feeling. Justin slip out and turned you around. Your lazy smile made him laughed. "Do you want water?" he said, standing up in all his naked glory. What a man. He was a Michelangelo sculpture for sure.

"Yes, please"

Justin was into aftercare too. And your heart couldn't handle his attentiveness. He cleaned you and help you to put your clothes on. Brought you water and snacks, and cuddle with you.

When you both were in your little bubble, you felt like nothing could go wrong.

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