#cant help it he's irresistible What

[sunflawyer]

was about to say i want to make a second child with jimmy for april fools but now that I think about it. maybe I Do Want A Second Child.....

a daughter, perhaps....

... (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠) ...

[feral-ferengi]

I can't get enough of these screencaps..they are like Oreos

"Come, smol toad. Lesgo somewhere private."

Tog with darker lips looks so very goth 🥵🖤

[jkslipppiercing]

Horny For My Bestie | Jeon JK | Oneshot

☆ Synopsis: Your best friend, jungkook, is dared to take a Viagra pill at a party. He's horny for his bestie...in this case, you.

☆ Genre: Smut, angst, EXPLICIT CONTENT!!, JK'S POV

☆ Pairing: Bsf!oc, horny!jk.

☆ Warnings: honestly just a loooot of smut, Jungkook is horny out of his damn mind, horny thoughts, angst, dirty talk, oc cries during sex, oral (f receiving), spanking, a lot of kissing (duh), penetrative sex, unsafe sex (be safe out there x), he cums inside her, bitch idk what else just read it and find out 😜 oh yeah dry humping, animalistic fucking, shit like that

☆ WC: 8.5K

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a/n: AHHHHHH it's finally here!! this is my longest fic yet so.i hope you enjoy it. im so so so excited everyone support and show love!! i love you all ♡

-UNEDITED

Her lips move, but i'm not listening.

She looks at me expectantly, like though she's waiting for a response.

Had she just spoken to me right now?

Because, not to be one of rude mannerisms, I couldn’t give a shit if I wanted to.

My body's on fire. Heat pulses through ny veins and my cock visibly throbs, and her bare thigh peeking out from the slit of her tiny dress isnt helping.

it's a given rule, not to be sexually drawn to your best friend.

I shouldn't see her this way.

I shouldn’t picture her lips sloppily sucking around me just because theyre swollen and inviting. Red and fucking attracting the hell out of my attention.

I shouldn’t picture her under me.

Above me.

On me.

Fucking hell.

Im aware of the sweat trickling down my temple.

Im highly aware of how uncomfortable I’d make her feel if I tried to adjust my seating position.

The raging hard-on would be hard to conceal if I tried to move a sliver of an inch.

Fuck, im horny.

Horny for her.

Thanks to fucking Viagra falls and Kim Fucking Taehyung.

Damn him.

the party music’s bass still rings in my ears, a reminder of how loud and chaotic taehyung’s parties always are. It breaches the peaceful silence one would usually experience sitting in a car half past midnight.

I’d picked my best friend up earlier this evening so we could go there together.

It was a weekly taehyung frat party. The usual.

The dress she chose to wear hugs her curves nicely, her makeup simple, but complimenting her features. High heels adorn her feet and that fucking dress adorns my conscience.

The tiny slit.

Tiny, tiny, little, slit.

She shifts her feet, and the dress hikes up higher.

The viagra I'd been dared to take just a little over half an hour ago had taken effect pretty harshly on my body.

My poor, poor body.

Stray strands of my hair are sticking to my forehead, my cock is growing harder by the second, and my heartbeat is beating faster than I could fucking breathe.

I cant even breathe properly.

And the damn sex appeal goddess sitting across from me in my car’s passenger seat is not making it any easier.

We’ve been sitting in this car for I don’t know how long, after I'd called out for her and asked her to leave, and drove us both to my apartment.

She didn’t look at me long enough then to notice all the distress literally draping over my body and ambushing it like a blanket, so she just obliged by my request, following me away and to my car.

Should I tell her? About the viagra?

Would it be weird?

Of course it’d be weird, you dumbass.

She’d probably be uncomfortable.

Fuck, since when was she so damn irresistible?

Fuck, just make out with me already.

Fuck, wanna fuck?

FUCK.

I’d love to fuck.

“kook.” she moans.

No she does NOT.

She didn’t moan. She just asked. But I’d love to hear her moan. When I ease into her and start fucking her with slow, languid strokes…I'd fucking love to hear that voice moan for me. For my cock.

Is she the loud type? Would she scream? Whimper? Cry?

My cock twitches, hardening by the second. It’s almost painful at this point, the viagra pumping in my veins and throwing my head in a frenzy.

Fuck, I literally want to fuck the shit outta her.

My eyes snap back to her eyes, cheeks growing red when I notice I’ve been staring at her thighs.

Great.

Now I look like a perverted asshole.

“sorry,” took me too long to respond.

Dammit.

I try to adjust my position, throwing an arm over my crotch to cover the raging hard-on. Casually.

Almost too casually, apparently, because that catches her attention.

She bats her eyelashes once at me, in what seems to me a mix of perplexity and frustration.

Same. Im also frustrated out of my mind.

But apart from that, im disappointed.

Almost angry, even.

I love y/n. as a fucking friend. Not literally. I mean, at the moment, I’d love to fuck her-

Ive said that too many times, havent i?

Anyway, she’s a friend. A really good friend. A best friend.

I always had a deep care towards her, always felt the need to be there for her just as she was for me.

So that proves the point as to why im damn disappointed in myself.

When I took that viagra pill, I hadn’t expected to be so drawn to her. I never saw myself thinking- more accurately, fantasizing- about her this way.

She’s comfortable. Platonic.

I thought it wasn’t a big deal. Thought I'd get myself a one night stand and satiate the horniness I'd feel when I took the damn pill. Call y/n a cab and go back home with a hooker on my dick.

I almost cringe.

But instead of doing just that? I panicked and looked for her. Searched the crowds for her. Called out for her and asked her to come with me.

I thought it was a good idea to take her to my car. Drive her to my apartment. Where I live alone. At half-passed midnight.

My thoughts were driven by her, seeming to believe that I’d calm down if I set my eyes on her.

I was the biggest dumbass.

Here I fucking am, horny out of my mind, for my best friend of all people.

I want her as a friend. No…need. I need her as my friend.

And lord help me, I'm horny for my bestie.

“was distracted.” I clear my throat, scratching at my nape awkwardly.

“why are you blushing?” there's the slightest hint of amusement in her tone, curiosity clouding her soft irises.

“me? Blushing?” I snort. I don’t blush. What a stupid question to ask.

Instead of verbally replying to me, she shifts her eyes rapidly towards the rear view mirror then flicks them back to me, as if telling me to ‘see for myself’.

I do just that, and all earlier amusement is replaced with embarrassment when I realize that, fuck, I am blushing.

Im fucking blushing.

My cock hurts.

Im sweating.

Discomfort swirls in my mind.

Horniness clouds my vision.

She laughs at me expression, which only deepens my frustration.

Only when I remain stoic, does her laugh die down. She looks to be confused once again, probably because she’s not used to me being so serious.

Usually, we’d laugh it off. We make fun of anything and everything, even sometimes each other.

So for her to burst out laughing and me not to join her?

that’s weird for us.

Honestly, she has a right to be confused.

Never once since I had met y/n had I seen her in the light im seeing her in right now.

Naked.

Choked.

Ruined.

Fucked.

My eyes glue to her lips and I can’t seem to tear my gaze away.

I cant help it.

Im not even aware im doing it.

How would they feel? Soft?

Would she kiss slow, soft, and passionate?

Or rough, hard, and hungry?

When I remain silent and tense, she speaks with even more evident amusement.

“if you wanna kiss me, you could just ask…” she trails off into another light laugh.

Okay, she’s trying to lighten up the mood.

Except, my eyes cant help but flutter shut at the image of her lips on my own with her on my lap. Grinding on my lap. Moaning into my mouth. Smiling against my lips.

My cock fucking hurts.

This time, when I pull my eyebrows together and pinch my nose bridge in exasperation, she doesn’t let it slide.

Her brows pull in their own adorable frown as she eyes me weird.

She’s trying to read me, I realize.

She opens her mouth, but I beat her to it.

“don’t say things like that.” Just above a hard whisper. my cock throbs and I have to lean my head against the headrest. I face forward, not wanting to torture my poor dick any longer by looking at her. “not to me, y/n.”

I cant fucking breathe.

My eyes hooded and on the dark, moonlit sidewalk facing the forefront of my apartment, I try to calm my breathing.

In…out…in…out…

Nope.

Not working.

“relax.” She's growing irritated.

Good.

Maybe then she'd leave so I can stop myself from doing something I'd regret.

Except im parked in front of my building in my car.

And it’s way too late for her to go back to her place alone.

I almost scoff at how ridiculous that sounds.

y/n? alone? On the streets? Wearing that?

Fuck no.

I cant relax.

“you went quiet again.” Huh?

I turn my neck to her, head still on the headrest.

She reads the question in my eyes, “you wandered off. Again. You’ve done it multiple times by now.” She mumbles.

Shit.

Well, I cant just tell her Im horny out of my mind for her.

Instead, I say, “just got something on my mind. A little distracted.”

“but you’re never distracted like this, jungkook.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means you're giving me excuses.” She speaks louder now, more clearly. “you chew on your bottom lip when you're distracted. Your eyes grow doe and wide, giving you a ‘deer in the headlights’ type of look. You run your hands through your hair too many times, as well.”

Ignoring the flutter in my chest because ‘damn, she noticed all those things about me?’, I stare at her in question. “so?”

“so, you’re not distracted. Something's obviously wrong and you’re not telling me.” She lets a hint of frustration slip through. “you seem angry. Irritated. Your hand's clenching around the wheel so hard, your knuckles are white.”

I loosen my hold, now realizing I am.

“your eyes arent round and thoughtful. Theyre hard and hooded. You havent ran your hands through your hair once- and you even scratched your neck.”

“look-“

“you’ve been doing that tongue thing with your cheek for the last twenty minutes!”

Throwing her hands around the cramped space of the car in exasperation, her voice raises.

My mouth opens only to close again.

She’s left me speechless, and fuck, I want her even more badly than ever before.

I panic.

It’s between picking her up and taking her up to my bedroom, or finding a way to get her out of here…fast.

“take my keys.” I remove my car key from the ignition, opening her palm and closing it around it. “drive to your apartment.”

She gapes at me.

“I’ll take a taxi to yours and get the car back tomorrow morning. Or you can come pick me up and we'll figure something out. Call if anything happens.”

I grab my jacket from the backseat, discreetly concealing my crotch with it as I hop out of the car.

The cold night's breeze smacks my cheeks harshly, giving me a weird type of relief.

I relish the distraction from my thoughts for as long as possible as I walk to the building without looking back.

If I turn around and find her staring at me, she’ll be sore and begging by tomorrow morning.

Limping to the bathroom to wash my cum off.

I shake my head at my immaturity.

Get a godforsaken grip.

Except when im just about taking the first steps toward the apartment building, I hear my passenger car's door open and close, with the clanking of high heels against asphalt reaching my ears.

y/n halts in front of me when I remain frozen in place, and all I can do is curse under my breath at the absurdity of the situation.

“what you're doing is unfair.” With her head held high, she cranes her neck back to stare at me.

She’s hella irritated.

And frustrated.

Again, bestie, same.

“go home, y/n.” or else I'll do something that we’ll both regret.

“or what?”

Or I’ll ruin our friendship.

But I don’t say that.

“why am I expected to just listen?” her voice hardens with distaste. “you’ve ruined my night.”

“ruined your night?” I can’t help the dry tone that bleeds into the rasp of my voice into the cold night air.

“I met this guy, you know.” She laughs, but it’s humorless. Sad. I use her tone to distract myself, knowing that if I dwelled on what she had just said too much, I was gonna bury that “guy” six feet under by tomorrow. “it was going well. Thought I had a chance with him.” Like hell she did.

A muscle in my jaw ticks.

She averts her gaze to look at the concrete beneath us, only to stare up at me with resignation.

“but then you came. You happened. You grabbed my wrist and told me to come with you. I didn’t ask, and here we are.”

My eyes soften.

“tell me what’s wrong, please.”

“okay.”

Her eyes brim with hope.

“yeah?”

Fuck. Me.

“yeah. Let’s go up first. I cant have you freezing under my watch.”

She nods before a rough shiver racks her body, as if she’d just now realized how cold the night air kissing her cheeks really is.

Considering my still rock-hard cock and painful arousal, I can’t put my jacket on her. I cant give it to her, because then she’d see. Im already burning the hell up and am profusely sweating, which im sure she notices.

She’s been eying me with curiosity for a while now, trying to figure out what actually is wrong with me.

I don’t blame her.

Shivers relentlessly rack her body as her hair blows with the wind.

So I sling an arm over her shoulders and rub her arm with my hand, desperate for some sort of friction to warm her up, leading us both into and up the building to my apartment.

Unlocking the door and pushing it open, y/n walks in quietly behind me.

It’s unnerving.

She hasn’t said a thing.

Yet.

Oh, boy. Here we go.

“Y/n-“

As soon as I turn around, her lips are moving in the softest rhythm imaginable.

She speaks and those bright pink pillows move, and the horny haze blocking my sight highlights her lips’ movements.

My cock pulses when she bites her lip.

What the fuck.

My eyes remain focused on her lips- and yes, im aware of how uncomfortable that must make her feel- even as she sways with a half-step.

She rubs her palms together, and when she looks up at me with innocent eyes and a sheepish smile?

I want to ruin her.

If she lets me…nothing about this night is going to end up “innocent”.

My eyes darken when I realize what she had just said.

“I noticed your boner, like, twenty minutes ago.”

I open my mouth to speak, but I close it right back when I don’t find anything to say.

Im at a loss for words.

Fuck, her lips are so soft. And swollen. And soft.

So fucking soft.

Focus, asshole.

Her lips tip up in an attempt of making me smile along with her, but all she gets in return is a grumpy scowl.

Not gonna lie, if I wasn’t such a horny prick right now? I wouldve laughed with her.

But now, all I could do is scowl in response.

Which makes her almost-smile fall.

I didn’t scowl at her. I scowled at the boner.

But she doesn’t know that, asshole.

Kill me now.

She clears her throat. “I also…um…” well that’s unlike her. “I saw you take that viagra thing. You know…the thing that made you so horny you’re scowling at me.”

Now that makes me snort. Loudly.

She laughs with me.

I almost forget my aching cock at the sight of her smile.

“so what happens now?”

“let me kiss you.”

We both speak at the same time, and my eyes widen in sync with hers.

Her mouth hangs open, and I look away in embarrassment.

Why the fuck is she eying me like that?!

What did she expect?

I’m horny.

She's here.

Doesn’t need a genius to piece it together.

Or maybe im an idiot who shouldn’t have thought about it that way.

But im also an idiot who took a viagra pill for a dare.

Im so horny I'd fuck a wall, for fuck’s sake!

I rake a hand through my hair in frustration…and something that achingly resembles resignation.

My cock hurts, man.

I’m sick of this shit.

“what?” I bite out.

She continues to gape at me.

My eyes droop low and slowly go over her dress.

My patience simmers on high heat as my anger almost boils over.

It’s either she gets the fuck out of my sight or she puts me out of my misery.

She's a goddess I’d be on my knees to worship in a heartbeat.

I can think of a lot of ways I can worship the effort she put into this goddamn dress.

I’m willing to fucking beg.

I am.

“you want to kiss me?”

Well, no shit, Sherlock. Didn’t she hear me zay exactly that?

“yes, y/n, I want to kiss you.” I snap impatiently.

Maybe if I wasn't in physical pain I wouldn't be such a prick.

When her eyes gloss over and she avoids eye-contact, there’s this prickly feeling that something’s on her mind.

“what is it?” I ask, making sure to soften my tone.

She shakes her head.

Fuck no.

I step closer to her, forgetting about my cock for the sake of communication, and swipe the hair barricading the frame of her face to tuck behind her ear.

Her neck remains craned down in an awkward situation, and im incredibly aware of how clear of an image she has of my boner.

She doesn't make fun of it, though.

She just stares at it, which kind of makes me uncomfortable.

So to get her to stare at my eyes, instead, I hook my index finger under her chin and lift her face up.

Her eyebrows pinch in a confused frown and her lips push forward in an adorable question.

I stroke her chin with my thumb.

What? It just feels right.

“ask.”

“what?”

“I know you want to ask me something. You always go quiet when you do.”

She tries to avoid my gaze again, but I pinch her chin firmly, keeping her right where I want her to be.

She looks up at me, and fuck.

Those eyes.

“I know im being kind of an asshole.” She hums and I chuckle. “but don’t let that get to your head. Im also your best friend.”

She smiles.

“your very horny best friend.”

She breathes out a soft laugh.

“so, as your best friend, please tell me what is it?” I reason with her. she's always been this stubborn. Wont ever tell me what’s on her mind unless I pry. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

It’s like I can feel her resolve melt right in front of my eyes.

My pretty little y/n. all she needs is pretty words and empty promises to give in.

The reminder of the guy she met tonight sneaks back into my conscience, along with the tiny slit of the dress she was wearing.

High heels and high ponytails.

Sex, money, feelings.

I cant help but physically weaken at the thought of someone else touching her like this.

Their hand on her chin tilting her face up. The way she simply obliges by the movement and shows no intention of rebellion against it.

Fuck…what if she had refused to come with me tonight?

Would she have fucked him?

Should I even care?

“do you want to fuck me because im the only available option?”

The words are out of her mouth one second, and by the next, my lips are on hers’.

I kiss her with feverish dreams.

I kiss her with a hard cock.

I kiss her with a passion I had no idea of possessing.

Fuck, I kiss her.

I slip my tongue in her mouth with a moan.

I revel in the way her breath stops when I slide it against hers’.

I smile when she bites my lip for a stance of dominance.

Except I know for a fact that if I wanted to, I could have her punished and writhing for my cock in a minute.

I kiss her.

And she kisses me back.

When she scratches against my scalp and pulls at the strands of my hair, arching her back against me, I'm hit with the sudden realization of her earlier question.

She wants me to be attracted to her.

Desperately.

She’s kissing me- devouring my lips, even- pushing and pulling and arching her body against mine because she wants me to want her.

Dare I even say, she wants me to want her as much as she does me.

She wants me.

y/n desperately wants me.

The best friend I’ve known for years has been yearning for my touch, and I’ve been oblivious to it.

Stupid motherfucker.

My cock restrains when I slide my hands over her body, holding everything I can reach, but staying respectful. I inch toward the curve of her ass, but stop.

My hands barely graze the round of her breast, but I don’t go further.

Because I don’t know that she wants me. It’s a deducted conclusion, yet not a fully proven one.

Im giving her a chance to back down.

I rest my hands on her waist, and push her body closer to mine, craning my neck and giving in to the kiss deeper.

She bites my lip again, pulling it with her teeth and my eyes almost roll back at the feeling.

I'm torturing myself.

My cock aches for release and my body calls for her.

Yet, I just cant get enough of her damn lips.

She pulls away- reluctantly- with wide eyes and a crazed expression.

All swollen lips and smudged lipstick.

I almost whimper.

“wait.” She blinks away and I can almost feel her mind drift off.

She disentangles her body from mine and runs her hands through her hair, as if trying to regain a semblance of control over herself.

“hey.” Calling out softly, I reach out for her, for some of her.

I want her so fucking badly.

She doesn’t reply, only taking a step back and shaking her head.

My hand falls.

I push away my horny thoughts for a second.

Is that…regret I see on her face?

“y/n.” I call out again, mind swirling harder and only growing more drowsy by the second.

“you just kissed me.”

“I did.”

“why?”

What's that supposed to mean?

“because I wanted to?” my confusion is palpable.

“you didn’t answer my earlier question.” She doesn’t look at me.

She doesn’t look at me and my heart near sinks.

What question?

“do you want to fuck me because im the only available option?”

Oh. That.

“what?” is all I can say.

I don’t know what to say.

“you want to fuck me, right?” she doesn’t fucking look at me.

Why wont she look at me?

My shoulders tense and my eyebrows knot.

Would that be such a crime? Us fucking?

Apparently so, to miss y/n.

I thought she wanted me?

Guess I was wrong.

“yes.” I do.

“why?”

“what the fuck do you mean, y/n?” I cant help the rough edge that bleeds into my tone.

I thought we were getting somewhere.

She let me kiss her.

“why do you want to fuck me?”

“because I want to?”

I take a step closer, and she takes one back.

What the fuck?

“you’ve taken a sex pill, jungkook.” And?

I stay silent.

“that pill makes you horny.”

I hum impatiently, urging her on.

“we’ve been best friends for seven years, and you just now want to fuck me and do things to me?”

A sadistic chuckle rips out of my chest. I feel my heart bleed, but I try to shift the feeling to ice in my veins.

Except white hot lust is literally pumping through my system, and it’s with great effort that im able to contain my impulse.

Oh, and, by the way?

Pretty eyes still won't look at me, and it makes my blood boil.

Fucking boil, I tell you.

Would I pull her close and tell her to voice her insecurities if I didn’t want her?

If I didn’t care for her?

Would I kiss her?

“you’re not answering me, jungkook.”

Her eyes are not on mine and im panicking.

Does she think im using her?

“you wanna know why I want to fuck you?”

At my ice cold tone, she finally looks up.

And when I begin my stride toward her slowly cowering frame, she goes on with taking retreating steps.

“why I want to ruin you?”

Another step closer, met with another step back.

“why I want to hear your scream my name?”

I can see her clench her legs together, and when she bumps against the wall with a shiver, all I can do is laugh bitterly.

The predator and prey trance ceases when I halt in front of her with both hands against the wall on either side of her head.

Im caging her in, and she's shivering underneath my scrutiny.

It does little to satiate the inhumane sadistic urges containing me.

“tell me why.”

My hand slides down, down, down, until I find the curve of her hip and firmly hold my hand there.

“you don’t get to call the shots.” A squeeze at her hip. “not here,” my neck drops until my breath is met with the curve of her ear. I let my voice deepen into a rasp when I come dangerously close to the lobe of her ear. “not now.”

Her breath hitches, and when I step between her legs and pull her body flush against mine, all she's able to do is gasp.

My hand’s on her waist, arching her back as she’s pressed against me. The feeling of my thigh against her heat is driving me farther than insane.

I can feel the slick between her thighs on mine, wetness seeping through her panties and onto my jeans. I’m sure she can feel my rigid outline through my slacks, because she has the audacity to shift her thigh so that it connects with my arousal.

A little harsher contact than usual.

I cant help but hiss.

Everything she does now is ten times more heightened, but im not sure she knows that.

When I move my thigh toward her core in return, she grinds back onto it.

A small whimper graces my ears.

“now who’s being needy?” a humorless chuckle.

Belittling.

Humiliating.

But she couldn’t care less as she breathlessly moans in return and starts to ride my thigh.

Pathetic.

Turns me on.

I press my thigh even farther up her core as confirmation.

She moans louder this time, the sound like music to my ears.

“still wanna know the answer to your stupid question?” I smirk against her ear with a slight lilt of tease in my voice, knowing if she wasn’t riding high on a wave of pleasure, she would’ve- without a doubt- smacked me or poked my rib playfully.

But the thing is, she can’t.

She closes her eyes, frantically growing more needy with every bump and grind of her pussy against my clothed thigh.

She’s close when she gasps and clutches my bicep for support.

“not so easy.” I take her moment of vulnerability as payback for what she’s had me go through tonight.

Im in physical pain.

And im damn willing to make her suffer.

She audibly whines when I completely pull myself away from her, taking a victorious step back.

I just robbed her of her orgasm.

Ha.

“what the fuck?” she grows defensive now, coming nose-to-nose with me as she gets all in my face.

Cute.

My smile’s wolfish.

That only irritates her more, and I honest-to-god expect her to punch me right here and now…

But she doesn’t.

Instead, she lets out a huff- a fucking adorable one- and stalks off.

She hastily grabs her purse and shoves a hand in it, seemingly searching for her phone.

My smile instantly drops.

“what are you doing?” distaste.

She doesn’t answer me.

In an instant, she’s shoving the door open and the next, im walking over to her, pushing the door closed and turning her around.

Calmly.

I have no fleeting idea how the fuck I managed to keep myself controlled.

I pin her against the wooden door with a hand on the side of her neck and another on her middle.

“when I ask you a question,” my head dips down and I gently graze my nose against her jaw. “you answer it.”

She shoves me, clutching my shirt and crumpling it when she tries to push me away.

But her body does otherwise.

She arches against me and her breathing grows ragged.

She’s almost as turned on as I am, her nipples pebbled and hard through the sheer material of the dress.

So when she pushes me away, I remain rooted in place with a mocking smile on my lips.

“no.”

“no?” she echoes, infuriated and almost resigned.

A low hum reverberates as my confirmation.

“why?” she asks so quietly I strain to hear her, even through our very close proximity.

I can hear her heartbeat racing.

But it’s not even close to the rate of mine.

“because I want you.” A rough whisper.

A vulnerable confession.

“then kiss me.”

She wont have to ask me twice.

When my lips finally reconnect with hers’ in a dreamy haze, she kisses me back with insane need.

Im afraid once I start, I wont be able to stop.

Im not even sure I would want to.

Her purse falls to the floor as she circles her arms around my neck, pulling me down and further into the poison that is her.

She’s a drug.

And count me fucking addicted.

She bites my lower lip and tugs, shamelessly drawing blood and fuck if this girl will be able to walk tomorrow.

“I want you.”

I pull away as much as she allows me to, but my lips are barely off of hers’ and on her throat before she grabs my face and makes out with me again.

All I can do is moan into the dream that is her mouth in return.

She tries to take her heels off- failing miserably with her growing more preoccupied with my mouth by the second.

I groan impatiently and bite her lip, tasting her with my tongue and never getting enough it.

Her whimpers and my grunts get lost somewhere along our undying need for each other.

“up.” She jumps at the command, legs latching onto my middle which I catch and hold on to.

Our mouths remain one as I carry us both to my bedroom.

Fuck me if I aint taking this seriously.

Ive been wanting this girl for I don’t know how long, been in denial for even longer.

How could anyone not want her?

Her hair, her lips, her body, her eyes, her nose, her damn lips.

Those fucking lips.

My end, my demise.

She detangles them from our very sloppy make-out to lazily drag them along the column of my throat.

Slowly,

Boldly,

Teasingly.

I cant help but grind up into her in response.

I guess the low approving growl that reaches her ears turns her on, because she grinds back even wilder.

Feeling like I will most definitely combust, I set her on her feet in the middle of the hallway.

Her eyes round in confusion as to why I stopped just barely two steps away from my bedroom.

I could take her there.

On her knees, ass up.

On her back, knees apart.

On me, back arched.

But my cock aches and im two minutes away from begging if she doesn’t let me be inside her for another second.

This is torture.

She is torture.

So I give her mouth one last sloppy kiss before turning her around and-gently- pushing her against the wall. She winds up with her cheek pressing against it as well as her tits restrained in the tight confinement between her body and the solid concrete wall.

Pressing the palms of her hands on it for balance, she yelps when I grab her hips and pull them towards me.

She’s like a doll I can throw around however I like.

And im bewildered how easy she’s letting me off.

Under other circumstances, I would’ve gotten a huff or a whine in protest, but now?

She pushes her ass farther against my crotch and grinds.

She grinds her fucking ass on my dick and I think I might cry from the pain of wanting to be inside her.

Enough waiting.

I roughly pull the hem of her dress above the arch of her ass and fuck if it isnt the prettiest sight.

She lets out a sigh which turns into a moan when I land a light-careful- spank on her ass.

It’s careful because I don’t know what she likes.

Rough and hungry?

Sweet and slow?

The former would be more convenient, considering the circumstances of us being horny out of our minds.

But the latter would be more pleasant, especially since her body is way more delicate than I could ever imagine.

I wouldn’t force anything on her, of course.

Goddamn it, im gagged.

She spreads her legs wider for me as she grinds, moaning “more” in the most pornographic voice ive ever heard.

A pained groan and a harder slap is what she gets for that.

That torment.

The thong she’s wearing almost bares her pussy to me, and at that particular sight, I am a mad man.

I pull her thong down down down, and pull her ass up up up.

She glistens with the evidence of her arousal, and a low groan of pleasure shamelessly escapes me.

“You’re unbelievable.” Shock.

“In a good way?” Confused.

Getting on my knees as fast as I can, I latch my mouth onto her opening and do what I shouldve done a long time ago.

I worship the incredible goddess that’s been right in front of my eyes for ages.

I nibble, lick, and suck, moaning into her pretty pretty pussy.

She’s so fucking pretty.

I hope she knows it.

At least after this, I’ll make damn sure she gets that fact straight.

Unbelievable.

She is.

She moans and moans and moans, and all I need is a little friction to cum in my restraining boxers.

So I do what I need to; palm my dick through my jeans while I bury my face into her pussy.

So fucking beautiful.

Just like I imagined.

I suck her clit into my mouth and suck, in which she bucks her hips into my face in a moaning plea for more.

Toying with her clit and nibbling on her sinful taste has me on my knees. Literally.

I wouldn’t hesitate to fucking beg this woman.

If she asked me to? There’s probably nothing that would make me say no to her.

Nothing.

Im afraid im already obsessed.

She grinds once onto my mouth, gasping once she’s realized what she'd done.

“it feels good?” I press an open-mouthed kiss on her opening, using my tongue to tease into it.

She whimpers loudly, her legs opening wider for me.

“such a needy slut.”

She whines at that, and with no warning I push two fingers into her aching heat.

Her very, very, wet and soaking heat.

A barely audible gasp is out of her mouth when I push another finger in and take her clit back into my mouth, squeezing her ass-cheek with my free hand.

“what do you want?” and I start fucking her with my fingers.

“please…” her breath hitches right when I curl them, reaching a spot that made her clench around me and buck her hips wildly against my face.

“you wanna cum? Huh? All up against my mouth?”

She’s fucking dripping all over me, and it's just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I continue my ruthless finger-fucking until I feel her moans build up so high I have to spank her ass.

“shhh, baby. You’re doing so well.” I massage the red hand-print gently, slightly guilty at the rough spank I delivered. “let’s not give the neighbors a show they didn't ask for.”

But fuck, I love hearing her moan for me.

My movements don’t stop as they even heighten in intensity, but all I hear is her harsh breathing in return.

She chose to be obedient.

“Good girl.”

She whines quietly, and she clenches around my moving fingers again as she inches closer to her orgasm.

“yeah?” im waiting for her confirmation.

“yeah.” She says breathlessly, her hips arching further as she shamelessly offers her dripping pussy to me.

Goddamn the effect this woman has on me.

My cock twitches with the reminder of my horniness, and my breath grows ragged along with hers.

My fingers remain unrelenting as I pick the pace up further and curl them, sucking her clit into my mouth and toying with it using my tongue.

Breathing seems to be a far possibility for me when she clenches her pussy so tight it's almost hard for me to move.

Like she’s holding me there.

“Cum for me, baby.”

A high moan barely escapes her as she muffles the sound with her hand. Biting on her hand to quiet down, she reaches her orgasm and I moan when her legs shake.

She’s trembling, fucked out as she grinds back on my mouth with her hand covering hers.

I rub my cock through my jeans only once, and that’s all it takes for me to cum with her.

I tongue-fuck her through her orgasm, my hand on my clothed cock persistent, even as it gets a little uncomfortable.

She quietly begs me when I’ve overstimulated her, so I press one last kiss to her pussy and get on my feet.

Y/n holds onto the wall for support before straightening her back and leaning her weight against me.

She breathes heavily and her eyes are closed when she wobbles around to look at me.

Is she too spent already?

Too bad.

We’re nowhere near done.

“take me to bed.”

“we’re not done yet.”

“I didn’t say we were.”

She gets on her toes, pressing a sloppy kiss to my mouth as she fondles with my shirt.

I suck on her tongue when she opens a button and slips a hand into my shirt, feeling me up with her nails. She scratches me on my chest, on my abs, and wherever her hands can reach.

My cock goes back to its aching state, at that.

“mm, baby.” I pull back and exhale a sigh when she successfully unbuttons my shirt and throws it on the ground.

She guides a single finger over my abs- which flex as an approving reflex- and plays with the waistband of my boxers peeking out of my pants.

I’m reminded with the sticky material pressing against me right then and there, and she noticed the damp spot over my crotch when she pulls my pants down.

She looks up in surprise, apparently shocked that I’m so horny I came in my damn boxers.

Not gonna lie, a first for me, too.

I smirk. “surprised?”

“very.” She laughs.

I like this. Her. I can be who I am with this woman.

I can laugh with her during foreplay, for example.

On her knees, she looks up at me through innocent eyes and dark lashes as she pulls the barrier of my boxers down.

She stares at my length, appearing impressed- and scared- at the sheer size of it.

“fuck. You drive me insane.” A low grumble of bewilderment.

“I know.” A giggle of satisfaction. “you wanna fuck my throat?”

Judging off the fact that she goes to take me in her mouth, probably thinking I’ll say ‘yes’, she presses a kiss to the tip of my cock before sucking it into her mouth.

Such a fucking tease.

But we’re not doing this.

Not now.

I struggle to suppress a moan, pulling her up by her hand as I shake my head.

“Maybe another time.”

She stares at me with a scrunch of confusion in her brows before nodding in understanding.

I take her hand in mine and wrap it around my cock, stroking it once

Her eyes droop low in a shadow of wanting need as she watches the movement with her bottom lip between her teeth.

As I guide her through the hand job, I pull her to me by the neck, her hand in mine stuck between our bodies as I kiss her with feverish need.

Her rhythm accelerates and she squeezes me, making my orgasm almost tip over the edge.

I hold back with all my might as I loudly release a pornographic moan in her mouth, as to which she smiles into the kiss in return.

She bites my lips and pulls it to her before releasing it, sucking on my tongue right after. Stroking me even faster as she presses her mouth to me farther.

I can barely keep up, bur I’m not complaining.

It’s been a while since I’ve had sex this hungry.

She’s impatient and I’m testing her limits.

But I’m afraid my limits were crossed over in the process.

Apparently in the mood to torture myself now more than ever, I pull both of our hands away from my cock right as I’m about to cum.

“what’s wrong-“

“I need to be inside you.” She closes her mouth shut.

“need to feel you around me.” I kiss her.

“need to cum inside of you.” She moans.

“who's stopping you?”

Well damn.

Right to the point.

“shut up.” As I carry her to my bedroom.

Neither of us have time to contemplate anything as I set her gently on the bed.

She slightly bounces, at which she giggles at as I get rid of the bunched up dress at her waist.

Pulling it over her head, her tits bounce as she plops back onto the mattress and takes me down to her by her grip on my neck.

“easy, baby.” I smirk before her lips are on mine. “I’m not going anywhere.”

We're both naked.

Skin to skin.

Me and my best friend.

My cock glides easily along her pussy, a result of her being so wet.

For me.

Pretty baby’s as horny for me as I am for her.

“gonna let me fuck you good?” I pant as my hips accelerate in rhythm, bumping and grinding against her. “huh?”

She moans when my tip nudges her clit, and I do it again and again as we both grow needier.

Hungrier.

More and more desperate for the feel of each other.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back once I’ve gotten a taste of her.

So I take my damn time.

Her hot, wet pussy glides smoothly along my length as I grind on her frantically.

We’re like horny bunnies in heat, eager for release.

Unable to wait any longer, I stroke my cock once before nudging it along her entrance.

She moans at that, and looks down as she watches me jerk myself off with the tip inside her.

I stroke myself only once more, and she says, “do that again.”

She likes watching me jerk-off?

Well, fuck.

“you like that?”

She moans and clenches around my tip when I stroke myself again. Writhing underneath me makes her look borderline desperate as she pants.

Her tits go up and down in rhythm with her rushed breathing, and her peaked nipples beg for attention.

I take a nipple in my mouth, entering y/n one inch further.

A little sigh of contentment is all I get before she clenches around me so hard my breath is cut off.

I groan around her nipple, slightly biting on it as I release it with a pop.

I go slow the rest of the way it takes me to fully nestle inside y/n’s pussy.

She feels heavenly, so warm and wet and- heavenly.

My eyes are hard on the spot where my pelvis meets hers in an incredible show of intimacy, and my jaw clenches from how fucking tight she is.

y/n catches my attention by digging her nails into my forearm, silently pleading me to look at her.

So I do.

And, fuck. I might bust a nut right here and now.

y/n’s crying.

A tear runs down her face and she sniffles. Once.

I smooth a palm down her cheek, pushing stray strands away from her pretty face.

“what’s wrong?”

My cock is so deep in her that I’m 100% sure, if I press down on her stomach, I'll feel it there.

She struggles to answer me, her voice barely above a whisper when she whispers to me.

“it hurts.” Her voice breaks. “it hurts s-so good.”

The way her voice trembles and shakes is making it hard for me to breath.

Okay…

She’s an emotional fuck.

Such a pretty emotional fuck.

“You’re too big.”

I lock eyes with her when I slightly nudge my hips forward, her eyes snapping shut right when I do so.

Silently, I press a reassuring kiss to her lips which makes her open those pretty dreamy eyes for me.

“we’ll make it work.” With a deep sigh, I pull out of her only to slowly thrust my way back inside. “I’ll make it fit…” I snake a hand down her body to circle her clit gently. She whimpers. “…and it’ll feel good.”

She hums when I repeat my movements with slow reassurance, letting her adjust and take her time.

“look at you. Doing such a good job for me.”

She pulls me in deeper with her legs as they circle around my hips, caging me in as her nails graze my back.

She moans in my ears and I’m barely able to contain my damn hunger when she bites her lip while maintaining eye contact.

What on earth is happening to me.

Love?

Must be an insane amount of lust injected into my veins.

Does viagra have this long of an effect?

I’ve swam deep into this pool of desire, so lost in her eyes and breathy moans that I don’t notice how fast my thrusts have grown.

On a particularly harsh thrust, my hips brutally snap into hers as I pull out and do it again and again until she’s breathlessly moaning my name with tears in her eyes.

“yeah?” I dip my head into the damp crook of her neck.

She smells so damn sweet.

Like cherries, and….strawberries?

Maybe even a hint of vanilla.

Jesus christ.

Get a damn grip.

“it feels so good.” As she chokes on a sob.

“mhm?” I groan into her neck, the sound a low grumble of approval. “you wanna say that again?”

My hips are moving an animalistic speed at this point as she claws at my back and cries my name.

“jungkook!” a sob.

“you gonna cum for me? Huh?” I circle her clit again, and when I feel her clench so tight around me I can barely move, I know she’s cumming.

Without removing my face from her neck, I cover her mouth with my hand and snap my hips into hers again and again. Relentlessly.

“cum for me.”

She screams into my hand and bites it to muffle the sound, her body shaking under my own trembling body.

She whimpers as she comes down from her high, kissing my hand as a way of asking me to remove it.

My rhythm grows sloppy and lazy as my thrusts slow down, and with one last hard thrust into her, I’m biting into her neck with a rough “holy fuck” as I cum the hardest I've ever have in my whole 26 years of living.

I still inside her, unmoving as I kiss her neck lazily- apparently unable of giving up the sweet scent of her- as she runs her hands over my back and into my hair.

We stay like that for a while, both silent and content, the post-orgasm glow evident on both of our high faces.

Humming into the sweet taste of her throat, she giggles as the gesture seems to tickle her. One last kiss to her neck.

I roll off of her, careful not to crush her with my weight. We both grimace when I pull out of her, equally overstimulated.

We were horny best friends, frustrated and bothered just a little while ago.

Now?

We’re still best friends…I think.

Best friends who fucked like animals in heat.

But, unlike how I expected it to be, it’s not awkward at all.

When I turn my head to look at the beauty lying next to me, she has her eyes already closed as she seems to be dozing off to sleep.

I get up, making quick work to grab a glass of water and some damp towels, sitting back down next to her.

Cleaning her up only takes me a couple minutes to do the task as gently as I could, careful not to hurt her. I almost feel bad from how swollen and sore she’s going to be tomorrow.

I bend down and press a peck on her clit, the intention one of pure apology.

Maybe I went too hard.

“what’s that look for?” her voice speaks up from next to me.

“hm?”

“you’re frowning. Why?”

“I just- I'm sorry if I hurt you.” A small smile. “I got a bit carried away.”

“mm, you did.” She agrees.

Wait…did I actually hurt her?

She cackles at the hint of alarm in my eyes as she swats my arm.

“you’re okay, big guy. You didn’t hurt me…much.” She smiles a cheeky smile as she tries to stand up, wobbling as I grab her arm.

“you cried.” My voice is hoarse when I tell her that. It’s true. She cried, and it was the second hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed, first being her pretty pussy. “it was hot.”

She shyly smiles at me, bending down to kiss me softly. She waddles to the bathroom- naked- as she stops at the entryway to look back at me over her shoulder.

“come shower with me.”

Should I?

Don’t mind if I do.

“okay.” The soft look in my eyes disappears to make way to mischief. She cathces onto that too quick. “round two?”

She snorts at that. “I’m afraid I’d pass out.”

“I mean…”

She gasps, as if in betrayal.

“you’re not seriously considering it, are you?!”

I step closer to her, my hand on her neck before I claim her lips. “and what if I am?”

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[plumpkinsx]

denial .

context: where soobin finds a cute girl that wears skirts and bows for a living, with a cute face and cute attitude.. why wouldnt he wanna take that innocence out of her?

pairing: dom!soobin x virgin!fem!reader

warnings: corruption kink , petnames (bunny, baby) , soobin is a perv lowkey.. smut (mdni)

soobin liked a lot of things in a girl, if shes cute , short , has a little bit of attitude and shit a pretty face, and to soobins surprise you were exactly what his type was. you walked around in your cute skirts and stockings and fuck did you look so fucking cute and irresistible, especially when you slightly bend over and soobin takes a peek just to see your cute cunt clothed in pretty pink panties , he swore he could just take you right in that classroom. he always took a glance at you but rarely talked to you because ase he’d immediately pop a boner, until..

one day you and soobin were partners for a project in science , you looked at him when it was announced and saw he was already staring at you , a pink dusting your cheeks as you looked away. you cant react like that, you knew how soobin was and how he acted.. with the help of your friends they all told you that he was a blatant pervert. you didn’t believe them but part of you felt like the rumors were true so you stayed away

you were walking out of class until soobin approached you “yn… you wanna come over to work on the project?’” he said his sweet deep tone that made your knees weak even though it shouldnt ‘you cant fall for his charms yn.. get it togther’ the voice of your friend echoed in your head “um.. i.. think we could just do it in the library..” your sooth voice sent chills straight to soobins dick and he started to corner you “aw baby.. are you nervous?.. it’s alright if you come to mine.” he said gripping your hips and lifting your leg up to grind his boner on your cunt “soobin..! you cant i dont..” “dont what?… cmon just be good f’me okay bunny?.. ill take care of you real good..” he says as he unzips his pants and looks around “and.. nobodys even here anymore.. so we wont get caught.” he smiles and bites into your neck ripping a moan from you , his fingers pull your panties to the side as he slips his cock out “see what you do t’me bunny?… all this just f’you..” he jerks off and lines his dick up with your cunt. “it wont fit! please dont.. i..” “shh.. just take it.. ill make it feel good.” he slowly slips in and starts to move before you can adjust. seeing the tears well up in your eyes was a beautiful sight to soobin.. he would be lying if he didnt wanna push you to your limit even further.

[gubsbuubs]

Wanna come over tonight?

(18+nsfw)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~ 2k

Warnings/Tags: smut, Pet names, fuck buddies, creampie, slightly Dom Spence.

Request: Can you write something with the song called If you think I’m pretty by Artemas? That part that goes “I know that you’re shitty and you’re bad for me but I cant stop thinking about it”

Summary: Spencer and Y/N navigate a complex relationship as occasional “fuck buddies,” irresistibly drawn to each other despite the acknowledgment of their mismatch. When Y/N plans a date with someone new, Spencer’s jealousy surfaces, prompting him to encourage her to cancel. As she’s on the phone with her date Spencer decides to tease her and make her job harder.

My requests are open!

English is not my first language- barely proof read this. 🍒

I had been completely preoccupied looking for a particular file pertaining to a 1999 murder case in Pennsylvania when he made his entrance. I stood in the middle of the file room, lost in thought, staring at shelves full of carefully arranged archive boxes.

I only became aware of his presence when his distinct scent reached my nose, immediately followed by the warmth of his arms enveloping me and his lips gently grazing beneath my ear. I could recognize this embrace anywhere, so there was no need to turn around.

“Hi sweatheart" His voice resonated in my ear as I surrendered to the embrace, letting myself be engulfed by his comforting presence.

“Hi Spencer,” I whispered, a smile forming on my lips.

Turning to face him, he shifted his hands to my waist, pressing me against the archive shelves in the dimly lit file room.

"So..." he began, a mischievous twinkle danced in his eyes, the tone of his voice carrying a flirtatious hint.

"I heard you got a little date tonight," although his voice carried a touch of jealousy his lips sported a loose smile, as if he found the situation amusing.

Meeting his gaze, I lightly raised an eyebrow, inviting him to continue. "What's on your mind, Spencer?"

"Oh, really? And who might have been spreading such rumors?" I teased, leaning in closer to him, his mischievous twinkle growing brighter as he leaned in as well.

"Let's just say I have my sources," his smirk widened “So, do you?".

I couldn't help but giggle, "Maybe." I held a mischievous expression.

"Maybe." I replied once again, his gaze trailed down to my lips, a subtle yet deliberate movement.

His eyes locked onto mine, and the corner of his mouth lifted in response, "Didn't you already go on a date with Anderson?"

My hand gracefully found its place on his chest, my fingers tracing slight patterns over the crisp white fabric of his shirt.

"And he's worth a second date?" He furrowed his brows in confusion as he awaited my response.

"Maybe," he mockingly replied as he tried to imitate my voice.

"Are you jealous, Reid?"

I watched his expression change—a mix of surprise and smugness. His gaze lingered on mine for a moment before he finally spoke.

I chuckled softly at his playful response, my eyes still locked with his as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

"I will not confirm it or deny it"

"Oh, so it is true."

I leaned in even closer to match his proximity, “You sound jealous, Spencer."

His head found refuge in my neck as he chuckled, obviously amused by my comment.

"Stop talking...' A smile played on my lips as he reached for my hand, delicately placing a small, tender kiss on it.

"I don't need to be jealous, Y/N." I could feel the sly grin planted on his lips. "After all, you always find your way back to my bed."

He left a small kiss on my pulse before slowly traveling up to below my earlobe, where he whispered, "Not just my bed, but my car…" The vibrations of his voice resonated against my skin. "This file room, my offi.."

I decided to interrupt him, husking him with my finger as he was about to finish speaking.

"What?" He held a defensive tone, "You know the truth; he can’t fuck you like I do." His lips brushing over mine sent a shiver down my spine, drawing me in with an undeniable sense of desire. As his words hung in the air, I felt the temptation building within me. I knew, deep down, what would happen if I gave in to him.

“Have you fucked him yet?” he asked in a low tone. I took a momentary pause as I contemplated my response. The intensity of his gaze made it clear that he was not just seeking information.

“Spencer… Grant is a great guy; he…”

“So that’s a no,” he laughed, interrupting me. His laughter had a hint of mockery, as if he knew the answer before I even spoke. I could feel his jealousy radiating off him, mixing with his desire for control.

"We need to let this go, Spence. I'm trying to find someone else; you should do the same." My hand gently met his cheek, caressing his face softly as he leaned into the tender touch.

“But I don’t want it,” he whined, pursing his lips into a pout.

“How did your date go? The one with that blonde from White Collar Crime? " my tone was sweet as I let my hands roam his hair..

“It was fine,” he muttered, his eyes avoiding mine.

“Just fine?”

"Yeah, it was good, but… as soon as her lips wrapped around my dick, I could only imagine you on your knees,” he said before placing a kiss on my neck again. I chuckled softly, my fingers continuing to weave through his hair.

“Spence, stop,” I gasped, my voice trembling as I tried to regain control.

He sighed "I just miss you," his voice filled with longing.

I felt his hips thrust into me, his hand leaving my hip to slowly raise my leg.

“Why?” he asked as the kisses on my neck grew messier and hungrier.

“This is not right,”

“You don’t mean that,” he whispered against my lips.

"We can't keep doing this," I finally managed to say. "You know this is wrong; we don’t work together.”

“Shut up,” he said, holding my chin as his eyes locked on mine. “I know that you’re shitty and you’re bad for me; you don’t need to keep reminding me of that,” he said as his lips met mine. He kissed me hard, his desperation evident in the way he clung to me. It was a toxic cycle we couldn't seem to break, despite knowing it was tearing us apart. “I just can’t stop thinking about it.” He whined.

As our kiss grew more urgent, his hips pressed against mine, a familiar ache building between us. With only the flimsy material of our clothes between us, I could feel his desire as he pressed into my covered core.

"Can you please come over tonight, baby?" he asked, his voice husky with need.

"Spence, I have plans,” I replied, trying to resist the pull of his desperation. But deep down, I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave in to him once again.

"Oh, come on, you’re not balling on me for Anderson,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Why? I can always come running back to your bed, right?" I chuckled in amusement. “I think you can wait until tomorrow.”

His hands proceeded to loosen my belt and slip down the zipper of my jeans, and the mere thought of his touch sent shivers down my spine. He captured my lips once again, his fingers now trailing behind my pants, brushing over my lace panties. I couldn't help but moan softly as his touch ignited a fire within me.

"Did you pick them for him?" he remarked, a hint of jealousy creeping into his voice as he playfully snapped the band of my panties against my skin.

I blushed at his comment, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt.

"It's a shame he won't get to see them." He laughed mischievously, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You're ruining them, getting them all wet," his words carrying a provocative edge as his middle finger came into contact with my slit. I felt a surge of pleasure shoot through my body.

"Maybe you should cancel your plans and reschedule? What do you say?" He suggested it with a sly smile as his finger breached my entrance and entered me. He pumped it in and out, skillfully teasing my sensitive walls. I couldn't resist the urge to give in to his suggestion.

"Fuck Spence," I said, falling forward, moaning into his chest as he slipped another finger in, his hand picking up speed.

With a mischievous smile, he got my phone from my back pocket and handed it to me. "Go ahead, sweetheart; let him know something came up." I took a deep breath, trying to keep my focus as I dialed Anderson's number.

The phone rang in my ear as Spencer removed his right hand from my cunt, letting it fall to my hips and pulling my clothes down. His hands then reached for his own belt, freeing himself.

I struggled to maintain my composure as I stepped out of my jeans. Anderson's voice echoed through the phone "Y/N, Hi!".

"Grant, hi!" I replied, trying to sound casual despite feeling Spencer´s cock brushing over my clit. I shot him a warning look as if to say, - not now.

"Do you need anything, or are you just so excited you couldn't wait to talk to me later?" Anderson asked, remaining oblivious on the other side of the line. His attempt at flirting was evident; he was completely unaware of the unfolding situation.

"I'm sorry, but I think I have to reschedule tonight," I quickly muttered, my voice strained.

"Is everything okay, Y/N?" Anderson asked, his voice tinged with concern.

I tried to keep my composure as Spencer slammed into me. "Spencer…" I gasped, unable to stop a moan from escaping my lips.

"Spencer?" Anderson asked in confusion. "Is he okay?"

Fortunately, he didn't realize what was happening and remained unaware. Spencer laughed slightly as he slammed into me again, attempting to make me break while I was still on the call with Anderson.

"Yeah, yeah, he's fine. Something came up; I'll have to reschedule. Is that okay?" I tried to speak, but my voice trembled with the effort.

"Sure, Y/N. No problem at all. Life happens, and I completely understand. Take your time and let me know when you're free," Anderson replied, his tone carrying a sweet and understanding demeanor.

"Thanks; I'll reach out; take care."

“He’s so sweet and understanding” Spencer laughed as I hang up the call.

"You´re such a jerk," I said, trying to contain my moans as he pounded into me with force.

His cock slid in and out of me with ease as he guided his hips towards my sensitive spot. The sounds of wetness filled the room as I gasped in pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming, I could feel every inch of him, the intensity building with each thrust. Spencer's hands gripped my waist tightly, his movements becoming more urgent. The connection between us was electric, a mix of desire and raw passion.

My mind was consumed by the intoxicating sensations, and my body surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed over me. Spencer's deep, husky voice filled the air, his words laced with desire and a hint of dominance. "You liked that, didn’t you?" he whispered, his breath grazing my earlobe. Every nerve in my body tingled with excitement as I nodded, unable to form words.

"Having him listening as I shoved my dick in to you," I was a moaning mess of pleasure, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations that Spencer's words and actions were evoking within me.

"Maybe you shouldn't have hung up, and he could’ve listened as I make you cum on my cock" My mind raced and my body trembled with each thrust, surrendering to the pleasure that Spencer was delivering. The room was filled with our moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin

"Fuck Spence, I´m going to cum," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper as the intensity of the moment consumed me.

"Cum for me baby, common." Spencer's voice grew huskier, matching the increasing urgency in his movements. When I reached my peak and my walls thickened around him, I felt Spencer realease inside of me in a wave of ecstasy.

As he pulled away and relaxed against the shelving unit, we both stood there breathless, relishing in the aftermath. Our foreheads glistened with sweat, and our bodies continued to tremble with pleasure.

"So, since you don't have plans anymore, wanna come over tonight?" He asked laughing sarcastically.

[fushiguho]

hello love 💗

i fear im in dire need of more of your geto… u write him so perfectly i cant get enough….. thinking ab a sweet bf sugu who gradually becomes more & more jealous throughout the relationship when he starts to realize that other people can also find his gf attractive lols

Hi beautiful, I'm blushing. Your wish is literally my command! I present to you… *drum roll please* Jealous!Getou

Content Warnings: Overstimulation, Getou has a filthy mouth, possessive sex, exhibitionism, breeding, spitting

Word Count: 2.5k

What’s worse—a jealous man or a possessive one?

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It started sweet and at first, he truly was kind—smiling gently with a disapproving shake of his head to ward off stray eyes or a reassuring hand resting on your lower back as you stroll the aisles of the grocery store. And sometimes even a fleeting kiss to your cheek with a pang of underlying possessiveness. But it didn't take long for Getou to realize that being kind simply won't suffice for a woman like you. Is his kindness mistaken for weakness? Are you just so irresistible that men can't help but to throw themselves at you regardless of his presence? Why doesn't anyone get it?

He's gotten mean now. The sweet, well-mannered man you once knew who was respectfully handling wandering eyes and catcalls is now getting into fist fights and verbal arguments with creeps in public. In the beginning, Getou swore he wouldn't let it get to this point—swore that he wouldn't allow his jealousy to create lapses in judgment but how can he not? You're just so fucking pretty.

It started sweet. That is until Geotu is reminded of the fact that other people can also perceive your beauty whether he likes it or not. The literal existence of the notion makes him physically sick. He’s definitely not stupid. Unfortunately, he’s blatantly aware of the way men think and stare. They nearly drool in your presence, mouths dry at the mere thought of a chance with you. And soon, his reassuring hands turned into possessive groping and his cordial smiles into verbal threats because no one seems to fucking get it. You’re his. Is that part not obvious?

You gasp at the hand that unceremoniously grips the fat of your ass. “Sugu stop! They’ll see my panties,” You squeal as you bat him away, pulling at the ruffled hem of your mini jean skirt, “can’t get so jealous all the time!”

“Nuh uh, let them see. I should just fuck you right here… give ‘em a taste of what they can’t fucking have.” He scowls, shooting daggers at the imbeciles across the tavern who won’t stop ordering you drinks. “Huh, what do you think, baby? Think they’d like to watch me bend you over this bar, pull your fucking skirt up like this and just fuck you?” His lewd tone makes your tummy knot in arousal and you can only gasp when he sneakily grazes his warm palm along your clothed cunt. Getou leans in close, his steady breaths right against your ear, “They’re staringggggg.” He hums melodically, gingerly taking your face in his hand to direct your gaze on the two young gentlemen whose faces now blush with embarrassment.

“Sugu,” You warn as you attempt to wriggle your way away from him. “be nice, okay? They’ve just never seen such a beautiful, grown woman like myself. You don't see something like this everyday, love.” You jestingly gloat as you bat your lashes at him sweetly, attempting to lull his frazzled nerves. The dramatic roll of his eyes makes you giggle. You tend to give everyone the benefit of the doubt even when they truly don’t deserve it. “Maybe they’re curious.”

“Well, I don’t like their curiosity. It’s rude.” Getou mutters as he’s pulling you off the bar stool to stumble behind him. You hardly even have time to protest as he’s taking you by the hand and dragging you out of the bar, but not before flipping off the two light haired men. He even made sure they were still watching when he pushed up the hem of your skirt, baring your plush cheeks before roughly smacking the exposed skin and sticking out a teasing tongue, serving almost as a sick reminder of his possessiveness and your unavailability.

“What the fuck was that?” You press as the two of you exit the noticeably warm tavern. “You have got to control yourself!”

He stalks closer as his hands reach for you. “I can’t, okay? I can’t fucking help it.” He admits, dropping his arms at his sides in defeat. “You saw the way they stared—the way everyone stares—it pisses me off, baby like they’re fucking with me... I swear I really can’t help myself. My mind—I just… I just get so fucking crazy, baby I don't know why.” He babbles while carding a frustrated hand through his long, sable hair. He's completely succumbing to his irrepressible jealousy and possessiveness.

The sweet, reassuring smile that mars your lips as you beam up at him makes his cock twitch. “I’m yours. You have to know that at least, right?” You question in a hum as you attempt to quell his eminent rage.

Getou nods down at you, pressing his forehead to yours with closed eyes. He exhales his last few breaths of seething anger before briskly taking you by the hand and leading back into the tavern as if an idea flickered to life in his head. You follow closely as he pushes past the blonde men, past the bar, and into the small, dingy bathroom that’s tucked at the end of a drab hallway. You don’t even question when he pulls you up on the sink, his breath ragged as he fiddles to unbuckle the clasp of his belt.

He can't help the painful swell of his balls when he lets his jealousy get the best of him. Despite all of your protests, you love when he gets like this—completely feral, carnal, aggressive. Your heart slams against your chest as he pushes his trousers down his thighs, then goes his dark green briefs, finally baring his stiff, swollen cock. A gasp slips from your mouth when he roughly pulls you toward the edge of the sink, situating himself between your welcoming thighs.

“Public indecency is a crime.” You taunt breathlessly, lolling your head back as Getou kisses at your neck, his sloppy tongue already licking and swirling against your sweet skin.

“Oh, I don’t think you’ve ever cared about that,” He reminds, his warm breath tickling the sensitive flesh of your neck, “I mean look how easily you spread your legs for me already. You don’t think I know when my sweet girl wants to get fucked?” He almost moans when he pushes the sodden fabric of your panties aside, revealing your slick, messy folds. “Fuuuck, look at her.” Two, thick digits are sliding between your slit before sinking inside, eliciting a helpless whine from your gaped mouth. “You get so sloppy for me when I get crazy… you love me like this.”

Your hips are bucking to chase his hand, back arching into his possessive touch. "I love that you're mean to everyone but me," You whisper, lips falling open when he brings his hand to your face, prompting you to taste yourself. A groan drags from deep in his chest when your sweet tongue lolls out, wrapping around the length of his fingers so that you can suck them clean with a pleasureful hum. "love that you're so crazy about me too."

"I'd kill for you, baby. You understand that, right?" He’s pushing the fat head of his cock against your puffy clit as his gaze holds yours crudely. “Anyone you want… you point the finger, I’ll pull the trigger.”

You nod to him meekly, not a single doubt in your mind. Soft breaths drag from your lips as you pant for him, absentmindedly spreading yourself impossibly wider, wordlessly begging for him to take you now. Obeying your silent needs, Getou begins to sink the tip of his cock inside of you with a push of his thumb, watching with hooded eyes as your pussy drools down his length.

“Hah—ohhhh, f— fuck…” his breath catches in his throat as he draws his hips back before slowly pummeling forward, once, twice, “my pretty pussy takin’ me so well, my god… look how greedily you suck me in, baby.” thrice.

“Suguuu!” You mewl as he finally begins to fuck into you, his hips bucking wantonly to meet yours, heavy cock dragging along your soft walls, beckoning your inevitable release. “So deep… fillin’ me up so good, Sugu. Love your cock, hmm—you feel s’good.” Your brain is mush, you hardly hear yourself as you babble.

He mocks you, his voice in a higher pitch as he moans out, “Yeah? Is it so deep, baby? You feel good?” He chuckles darkly, pressing a fat thumb to your clit to rub at the swollen bundle of nerves, ripping a guttural moan from your throat. “Yeaaahhh, baby moan loud for me just like that. Let me hear how good you feel… sound so prettyyyy fa’meeee.” He drawls, cooing sweetly as his contradicting thrusts pull the nastiest little sounds out of you.

You’re getting so sloppy. Tongue falling out of your slacked jaw to hang haphazardly, drool spilling messily onto your supple tits, staining your shirt. Getou wastes no time as he’s leaning down to chase your dribbling saliva with his own tongue, languidly licking across the expanse of your chest before pulling your breasts out of your cropped tank top. Soon, he’s latching his lips to one of your hardened nipples, humming in satisfaction as you succumb to his touch.

A warm hand is slipping under the small of your back to maintain your pretty little arch and now your chest presses against Getou’s. From the abut closeness, you can’t miss his deep hums of pleasure or the way he hisses through clenched teeth at the feeling of your walls pulsing around his drooling cock. You definitely don’t miss the way he slots his lips against yours, his unceremonious tongue immediately pushing inside your mouth to taste you. He kisses you sloppily, guttural moans dragging from his open mouth and into yours. You quickly match his feverish pace, huffing and sighing against his lips with growing urgency whilst he holds you close, bullying his possessive cock deeper and deeper. The subtle exchange of saliva makes your stomach knot, sending you spiraling toward to your sweet release. You hardly even realize the obscene roll of yours hips as you fuck him back, meeting his harsh thrusts halfway.

“Y-yes, sweetheart. Holy shit,” he gapes as he wills himself away from your kiss-swollen lips to admire your fucked-out mien, “yes, fuck me back… take what you need from me.” He’s parting your lips with the pad of thumb, cock twitching at the way your mouth easily falls open for him. You allow him to push the digit into your mouth, eyes fluttering shut as you suck sweetly. “Let me spit on that pretty tongue,” instinctively, your jaw’s falling slack with a loll of your tongue, the two of you sharing a lewd moan as he drops a glob of saliva on the center of your plush tongue with a plap, “swallow.”

His usual dark, round pupils turn into literal hearts when you do as you’re told before sticking out your bare tongue as proof of your resolute obedience. His groan of approval before leaning back down to kiss you like before is what has you gushing down the length of his cock with no warning at all. You’ve always been so obedient. So incredibly willing to do whatever is asked of you. You’re such a good fucking girl for him and he physically cannot get enough of you.

“Such a good fucking girl taking my spit ‘n cumming so hard for me like that… only for me though, right?” You nod to him, eyes screwing shut from pure overstimulation. “No one’s ever gonna have you like this, you hear me? Not those blonde idiots out there… not even your dumb little ex… no one.” He punctuates his points with sharp thrusts of his hips. “And do not just nod. Use your big girl words ‘n tell me you fucking understand the words comin’ out of my mouth.”

“Yesssss—mhm, Sugu baby. Yes, I understand! M’yours, ‘kay? Only yours… there will never be anyone else.” You cry, barely able to make sense of your words, far too brain dead to comprehend anything anymore.

“Yeaaaah, say I’m the only cock that can make you feel like this.” He’s moaning profusely, his already taut grip tightening impossibly as he pummels toward his looming orgasm.

“Only your c-cock makes me feel this good, Sugu! No one else… no one’ll ever make me cum like you do,” you’re whining like a broken record, tears of overwhelming pleasure threatening to spill down your sweat-ridden face.

“That’s right, baby… mhm, m’gonna cum so much—fuuucckk. Where does my good girl want my cum? In your mouth? On that pretty face? Inside of you?” He queries as his pistoling hips grow sloppier. His cock even slips out a couple times and pushes against your swollen clit from his rough, haphazard thrusts.

“Inside…” you blush, your cheeks growing hot with slight embarrassment. He always manages to turn you into this—a cock-drunk slut whose only purpose is to take and take and take. But truthfully, you wouldn’t trade it for a damn thing.

Getou smiles wickedly as he leans in, “Yeah? Is that where you want it? Want me to fill that pretty little pussy up with my cum? Get you fuckin’ pregnant?” His face is mere millimeters as he rasps debauched words of praise and filthy, timbre moans. Getou’s always had a nasty mouth—always been so openly vocal for you, sharing any and every lewd thought that crosses his sick mind. It’s one of things you love most about him—the fact that he’s so unfeigned and candid and frank in every possible facet.

You nod up at him dumbly and his hips stutter, eventually stilling completely before he pulls you close. His fat cock twitches inside of you, releasing several, warm spurts of cum deep inside your womb. His groans are feral. He can't stop himself as he begins to lazily thrust into you again, fucking his seed impossibly deeper. Desperate hands grasp at the fabric of his crewneck sweatshirt, attempting to ground yourself as you hold him close.

You’re not here, not really. Poor head full of cotton as he pummels his cock in and out of your sloppy hole, his cum slowly spilling onto the counter beneath. You don’t even register your second orgasm until your eyes are crossing and you’re babbling incoherent pleads and whimpers of his name.

“M’cumming, S-sugu! Fuck, t’soo much… too much!” You’re crying. Fat, salty tears of rapture sear down your flushed cheeks, coating your face in a pretty sheen. He leans in to kiss them away, savoring the briny twinge of your sweat and tears.

“Aweeee, is my good girl crying so pretty for me from my cock? Is it too much? Too sensitive?” He’s cooing and you nod, wriggling away from his taut grip to push him away with a little more force than intended. He lets you shove into his chest, stumbling backwards as a crooked, toothless grin mars his wet lips. Getou is actually feral. If you don’t tell him to stop, he’ll literally fuck you until the only thing your poor brain can remember is the burning stretch of his cock as it drags along your sticky walls.

“You’re fucking crazy, Suguru.” You breathe, your chest heaving as you eye him.

He shrugs lazily as he tucks himself back into his trousers, his sick grin only growing wider. He knows he’s crazy. You know he’s crazy. So really, are you surprised?

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Jealousy is a disease, get well soon.

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[jolapeno]

the angel + the devil

javier peña x f!reader | halloween fic for late night texts

summary: “You may be dressed like that,” he says, dropping his voice “But I know how dirty your halo is.”

chapter warnings: bonus chapter to late night texts, although you can still enjoy without reading. fluff. halloween costumes. reader does wear a dress and heels. javi flirting. office party vibes. sexy talk, alluding to smut, but no actual smut or anything (similar to most of the chapters in the series) romcom vibes ofc ✨ wordcount: 2.4k

an: i still cant believe how beloved this little series is. i hope you like this little hallow-shot of my fave pairing.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

Don’t forget tonight is my works halloween party, if you’re still coming.

i haven’t forgotten baby

You say that but you forgot to bring milk the other day.

you told me you was wearing my shirt, naked

Thought high-pressured situations were your bag, baby.

well you do always know the way to bring me to my knees

Pocketing his wallet and keys, Javi stares up at your work building.

He’s picked you up from work plenty of times, but he’s never been inside. Not like this, anyway.

Over breakfast, dinners and more since the two of you have been dating—and then living together—he’s managed to collect snippets of information.

Been able to make collages from the pieces you hand him—a picture board with ribbons and string connecting things, concocting an image of what things must look like. From the place the copier is to what your desk looks like.

Tonight, he’ll get to see it himself. He’ll have the chance to see the photo strip from Houston there, a little cactus plant you’d named Randy and a set of trays (all filled with paperwork) that he’d helped you find in town.

The rest though, was blank. All fuzzy in his mind.

A puzzle, one needing to be solved.

It’s why his finger and thumb brush against themselves as he steps through the doors, the instructions you’d given him illuminated on his phone. It’s easy enough, especially with the decorations up the stairs, hearing himself being called to by the distinct sound of the Monster Mash that is floating to his ears, guiding him to you.

Maybe, he should have texted to say he was here.

You’d be waiting for him then. Likely hovering at the doorway, looking somewhat lost and nervous—it brings back memories of scribbled-out signs and bubbling apprehension at the airport.

But, if anything, that’s why he doesn't text—doesn’t announce or tell you he’s parked up and climbing the staircase two at a time to see you.

Because Javi wants to see you, capture a sight of you across the room, and give you another romantic moment to add to the ones that make the both of you so “movie-like”.

Except, as soon as he steps through the last doorway, and his eyes land on you, he realises the moment isn’t for you, but rather for him.

His stomach flutters, fingers halting in their previous nervousness, stretching out as his head tilts. He takes you in—trails his eyes from the heel of your white shoes to the nervous finger-tapping you’re doing on the red cup, before he reaches your face—flecks of glitter, painted lips.

And fuck are you pretty.

You’re more than an angel. You’re something else entirely.

Ethereal, captivating, irresistible.

The mere sight of you making his throat dry and his heart quicken all over again, just like it had done outside that airport. Just like you had done from the first text to the see you later you left him with this morning.

He pinches his thigh, just lightly—because again, he’s left with the thought, the realisation: you chose him.

A reminder that is forever there. One he normally buries in gratitude against your lips, or clutches your hand—

You tiring from an ex-DEA agent yet, cariño?

Not even a little bit, handsome.

You’d chosen him because of text messages, fallen for him because of phone calls, and fell further in a hotel room miles away. Him doing the same, re-falling each day all over again due to moments he never thought he’d get to enjoy.

Simple things, like you sewing a jacket on his Pop’s coat to the way you listened when he finally told you everything that happened in Colombia. Your face not shifting, not until the end, not until you ended up in his lap telling him how proud you were of him.

Something he believed.

Somehow, though, a small part of him still expects this to be a dream. A cruel joke from life, because you’re way too good to be true. You’re nothing but kind, generous. Doing everything to remind him continuously how much he deserves you. That he’s good, worthy, amazing.

He’s about to clear his throat, announce his arrival, when your laugh dies at something one of your colleagues says. Then, he watches in slowed time how your eyes sweep—a thing he suspects you’ve been doing since way before he arrived—before landing right on him.

It forces his heart to skip.

A smile, different than the one you’d given to your colleague, spreads and flowers across your face—the fairy and ceiling lights not holding a candle to the way it brightens up the room.

He finds himself mirroring it, letting it unfold, grow, spread, sliding up into his cheeks as he watches you excuse yourself, placing your cup down on a desk before you rush over to him.

“Hey, handsome.”

“Look at you, angel.”

His fingers slide across his jaw, half-tempted to ask you to twirl—witness how the white dress skims your knees, trailing his eyes up and down, drinking you in all over again.

If you mind, you say nothing, although he imagines your cheeks will be warm if he touches them. Your eyes dropping, fingers moving, sliding to adjust the straps of your feathered wings, before touching up the headband with your halo attached—the one he’d watched you glue the other night, tongue out, teeth perched near the tip.

“I’m glad you came.”

“You asked, cariño. Por supuesto que vendría por ti.”

Shrugging, you smile, shifting on your feet. “I know, but you still came, dressed as… wait—what are you dressed as?”

Putting his palms up at the side of him, he grins. His head dips, eyes following your path over his dark jeans and red shirt, as his fingers slide to his back pocket—pulling out a headband with little horns on, placing it on top of his head.

“A devil.”

“Of course,” you say, sliding your arms around his neck. “Very fitting.”

Smirking, he traces his teeth with his tongue, letting you stare at him in the same way he had been you, until you move closer, sliding your arms around his neck. Basking in the way you kiss him, so softly—almost innocently—but with a hidden agenda underneath you can’t display too much of in the centre of your workplace.

But, he still feels the tip of your tongue sweep over his bottom lip—even if to others it’s just a chaste kiss. He knows that in the back of your throat, there had been a little hum growing—the one he pulls from you when he greets you at home, when the decision to eat or “nap” first arises.

“You may be dressed like that,” he whispers, dropping his voice, mouth to your ear as he hugs you. “But I know how dirty your halo is.”

Stepping back, he watches as his words force your lips to part. You battle a smirk, toying with it, chewing it, before displaying an eye roll.

Then, Javi feels you slide your hand into his, bodies so close to being flush, your breath doing a dance over his jaw and neck.

“I think we can make it dirtier. Can’t we?”

Pausing, he tilts his head, brow arching—watching you just smirk, far more devilish than angelic.

And, Javi suddenly wishes his jeans weren’t as tight as they are.

where have you gone, one of your colleagues is eyeing me up

Well, maybe you should try being less good looking.

funny

I’ll be one second, got caught coming out the bathroom by someone from finance.

do you need rescuing

You gonna throw me over your shoulder?

if i do that i’ll be carrying you home

This is why you’re the devil and I’m the angel, my thoughts are pure.

if I put my fingers between your thighs i bet your body says otherwise

Javi!

Handing him a cup, you tap yours against his, shooting a wink.

He doesn’t miss the way you eye him—not at all in a way different to the one he’d been getting from your colleague earlier.

“¿Te estás divirtiendo?"

Sliding closer to him, you press a kiss on his cheek. Angling yourself, the front of your dress moving, shifting, forcing his eyes to drop to where some of the glitter has fallen across your collarbone and cleavage.

“Such a bad girl.”

Smirking, you take a sip. “Angels don’t just fall from heaven for anything, or anyone, Javi.”

There’s a retort brewing—readying on the tip of his tongue—but someone approaches. A snort escapes you before they call your name.

He’d met so many of the people he’s heard things about—having been able to stitch faces to names, to hear their actual voice, and not the one you adopt when you’re telling him stories about your day. But this person's name doesn’t come to him with ease, nodding, agreeing it was lovely to meet them too.

Javi listens to you wish them a good weekend, hugging them, your wings brushing against his side as you do.

Then, the two of you are alone once again.

The whole night, between speaking to people, the two of you have traded in whispered angel and devil jokes—deviousness coming to him with ease, your eyes sparkling, somewhat twinkling as you hear each of them. Sometimes, your retorts silence him, rendering him useless—forcing you to slide more in front of him, his fingers digging into your hip.

Fuck, he wants you on his lap now.

More so, as the punch thins out and the party dwindles—some excusing themselves for home, for better offers or fraternisation with other departments—and the two of you are left him to a corner.

We can go soon. If you want?

Your eyes meet his, hands stroking up and down his arm—soothing, calming, genuinely wanting him to choose.

We can go whenever you want.

The two of you standing, his hip flush with yours, the scent of your perfume doing a swirl in his nose, watching as you smirk against your cup.

It’s hard not to feel that familiar surge inside him as he watches your lips. Because he never tires of you, is never bored of just admiring and observing.

“What you thinking about, cariño?”

The look you shoot him is one of pretend innocence. He can tell. He’s become an expert in you—both in the subtle shifts in your expressions and the way your body talks to him.

“Just thinking, that if I’d thought about it more, you could have come as a pencil and I could be your crossword,” you smile. “Y’could have spent the evening filling me in then.”

He’s mid-drinking when it hits him, making him choke, and splutter.

Your smirk rises as you bring the cup to your lips. “Two can play that game, Peña.”

“Touché, baby.”

For a moment, he lets you be smug.

Let it grace across your features, teeth peering out, eyes twinkling under the unflattering fluorescent light—that you still manage to look stunning under.

“Or, I could have come as a vampire,” you continue, eyes averting, a smirk desperate to grow, “I am really good at sucking.”

He almost crunches the cup, his head tilting, eyes burning into you as his brain fills with thoughts—ones that almost ravage him. Smother over the purer ones he keeps forcing himself to manifest, innocent things he’s yanked up so he doesn’t get a hard-on in the middle of your work office party.

Because you’re dressed as a fucking angel.

“Did you want to see my desk, baby?”

“Is it far?”

Shaking your head, you drain your cup, placing the empty in a nearby trash bin as you offer your hand. Leading, guiding him, pointing out little things that offer some clarification to stories he’s listened attentively to when the two of you have eaten.

“It’s just in here,” you announce, pointing to a closed door before the two of you enter.

As soon as the door clicks shut, his palm is against the wall—caging you in, his body close. Your laugh light, airy, brushing over his face as your fingers slide up his cheeks.

The two of you are flush, but not so harshly against the wall to crush your wings. He wants them intact, needs them to be there later.

“You like my costume, baby?”

He groans, tightening his grip on your waist. The light from the hallway splays across your face—illuminating your eyes as you stare up at him. Noticing the usual flecks of lust and need that swirl whenever the two of you are like this.

“You thinking innocent thoughts, cariño?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Your fingers tangling into his hair, his hips light in their efforts to press you against the wall. The air tightening, anticipation building, and building. It all layering, more so as his fingers drop, tracing under the hem of your dress.

His lips curl, the tip of his tongue dragging across his lower lip. “I like your office.”

“Bring back memories for you?”

Snorting, he grins. “No. I didn’t… I didn’t do that.”

“You want to?”

He considers it. More so when your lips slant back across his, when you whimper lightly when the kiss deepens.

Javi traces his finger over your thigh, half-tempted to slide it further up, skate it over whatever fabric you’ve chosen to wear between your thighs.

But he stops himself, halts.

Instead, he slides his fingers back under your chin, tilting it up. “Rather take you home. To our home.”

He watches as your smile curls up, lips pursing, eyes flicking down before meeting his. “Take me home then.”

Your fingers lightly flutter along his cheek, the top of your nails scraping gently against his skin, into the hair above his ears.

“Not to be a devils advocate, but we don’t have to wait until we get home, do he?”

Smirking, he lets a soft laugh exit under his breath.

“Seven letters,” you whisper, teasing his hair in your fingers, “Highest point.”

He kisses you. Pressing his smirk against your lips, feeling yours emerge as he does.

“You’re a real fallen angel, aren’t you?”

Snorting, you slant your mouth over his, likely wanting one more before the sea of goodbyes and see you in a week have to be said.

“Fallen straight into you, though. No regrets from me,” you add.

Pressing a kiss to your lips, Javi mumbles, “Not from me either.” Hands sliding around your waist, stealing another moment. “Need you to keep the halo on.”

Tilting your head, you pull from his lips. Breaths dancing, shared between the two of you.

“Wanna see how long it takes until I can fuck it off your head, cariño.”

Grinning, your tongue sweeps over your bottom lip. The slightest of head shakes. “Think you knocked the real one off my head ages ago—when you made me moan your name down the phone.”

an: if you have any ideas of what our pairing can get up to, let me know. i can't promise I'll always write them, but you never know.

[kairiscorner]

hii 🥹🥹 can i request miguel with a s/o that likes to bite him? not in a hurtful way she just does it playfully she cant go a day without chomping on his muscles :3

oh LORD, ANON, WHAT ARE YOU ⁉️⁉️⁉️ DOING ⁉️⁉️⁉️ TO ME ⁉️⁉️⁉️ 😱😱😱💖💖���💖💖 i lavet

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you're so yummy. — miguel o'hara x reader (playful muscle biting)

"ah, querida..." his little coos of your pet names and all the little grunts he gives you are just too irresistible. you can't stand the way he tenses up when you gently press your teeth down on his bulging muscles, on those pretty bumps on his arms and on the backs of his shoulders. he sighs as you pepper his arms with faint little love bites that send him over the edge. he used to be surprised, the first time you sunk your teeth into him was in between you kissing down his muscular forearm. he could never comprehend or articulate how strangely great he felt when he experienced your teeth on his muscles–it felt so... new to him, and yet he wanted more.

he was not at all prepared for the first time you did it–he thought you seriously had an issue with his muscles, he thought you poked him too hard or something; but as it turns out, you... you quite literally dug your pearly whites into his tanned curves. he doesn't know how to feel about this, because this has never happened to him–at all. you sunk in your teeth into every bit of his skin that you could, you refused to let a day pass by when his arms, back, or shoulders aren't covered with visible little love bites from you. miguel isn't surprised by your biting anymore, he's gotten pretty attached to it, actually–he loves the way your teeth graze over his muscles gently, eliciting little groans and sighs from him and he feels your lips follow the grazing of your teeth. though, he is not–in any way–used to the way you gently bite him; it makes his heart throb and face heat up so much by even just thinking about where you'll place your little love bites on him again.

"ay, cariño... driving me insane like this..." he muttered as you sat on his lap, straddling him as you peppered his shoulders with even more love bites, giggling out teasing remarks about how biteable your man was. he grumbled out his flustered response as he cupped at your ass–cleching his long, thick fingers around your plush bottom as he rolled his head back and let out a breathy sigh. he goes crazy every time you bite him, be it gently or–as he really likes it–deeply, so deep that you leave lasting marks all over him that reminds him of just how much you want him, wanna taste him, wanna feel over his muscles and skin with your teeth and lips.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

[delcakoo]

hiii emaaaa

ok so i have a request if you can write something for riki 😋

i have this like randommmm prompt in my head “can we js forget about it?” “you mean forget about when we kisse-“”STOP”.

like an e2l 🫣 if u can write it omg its totally okay if u cant!!

mua ily 💗

part 2

SUMMARY ! how is niki supposed to focus on biology when his shy tutor is so irresistible and fun to tease?

PAIRING ! jock!niki x tutor!gn!reader

WC ! 800

WARNINGS ! smooching in the library smh

a/n: lilly baby !! this prompt is so cute omg thank u for the req <3 i hope u enjoy and ilyt :D

3:39PM — being assigned to tutor the star player on your school’s basketball team — aka the biggest slacker of them all, nishimura riki — was probably the biggest obstacle you’d face during the entirety of your high school career.

you didn’t think he was unintelligible beyond saving — no, niki was rather quick with catching onto things when he actually tried. the real problem was that he preferred to stare at your pretty face (his words, not yours) all period then listen to the mumbo jumbo of you explaining the human body’s skeletal system to him, which turned out to be a detrimental issue during your sessions.

there you both sat; legs crossed and eyes focused as you point around different parts of the skeleton in your textbook while niki rested on his elbow, staring holes into the side of your face with a tiny smirk. every once in a while you pause and look up to ensure he’s listening, which he seemed to be doing okay at to your surprise.

“and right below the patella, we have the..?” you look up at niki with a questioning gaze, waiting for him to continue your sentence and demonstrate his listening.

the boy blinks, following your finger that’s pressed on the page, tapping the answer for him blatantly. then, he smiles, biting his lip mischievously. “mm.. if you recreate what we did at our last session, i’ll say it.”

you don’t need to pause and think to remember exactly what he’s referring to. gulping slightly, you glance off to the bookshelves nearby. “look, can we just forget about that?”

“what?” his expression grows brighter, enjoying your shy reactions to the fullest, “forget about when we kissed?”

“niki, stop talking so loud-“

“why? does it make you nervous?” you don’t reply, turning away only for him to lean over the desk to see you better. “ay,” he snickers, “what’s that on your face, y/n? are you blushing for me?” he giggles proudly, reaching over to push some hair behind your ear, successfully revealing more of the apple color painting your cheeks.

the only reason you’d agreed to the whole mess that ocurred last week was because niki promised to study for his upcoming test in return, which he did. in fact — he passed with flying colors, and it only encouraged you more to help him one way or another. the potential he held was begging for assistance, and if a kiss was the cost of that, it was a price you were willing to pay.

and maybe, just maybe because deep down, you’ve been wanting to kiss him as well. niki didn’t need to know that, though.

“shut up, that was for the sake of your grades, and grades alone,” you insist sternly. “now answer my question, what’s below the catella?”

“c’mon, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it too.” annoyingly, the jock dodges your inquiry, much too intrigued with the new conversation at hand.

“yeah well i- i didn’t.” shit, did you have to stutter now of all times?

before you could process anything, niki gently grabs your jaw, angling it back towards him softly. he waits for any signs of protest while staring down at you, curly black bangs covering parts of his sharp eyes, challenge burning in them at your previous denial. when you don’t push him away, he grins cheekily before bending down to meet your lips.

the kiss was soft and quick, but the plushness and confidence in his movements still made your head dizzy even as he pulled back and surveyed your dazed features, all while licking his lips again to taste the remnants of your own.

“how about that one?” he demands.

it takes you a moment to come back to earth, shaking your head dumbly as you realize he’s asking you to rate his kissing skills. “i- it was alright..”

his tongue clicks in offense, scooting closer to you with a damaged ego and flaring determination. “never would’ve thought my little tutor would be so hard to please.” as you open your mouth to protest, niki’s lips are back on yours, and this time he’s holding the back of your neck to deepen the contact as his other hand reaches over to slam your textbook shut, making you flinch slightly in his hold. “fuck bio,” he murmurs against your lips, “i can’t let you bruise my pride like that and get away with it.”

you gulp, glancing at the library clock only to have your eyes widen in horror. shit. your session with niki ended three minutes ago, and pretty much all you’ve done is make out.

yet.. you can’t find it in you to complain when the pretty boy leans back down for more.

basketball player niki,, 😇

[subskz]

Hii! So I've been thinking about something. Imagine lino waking up desperate, in the middle of the night from a wet dream. His personality is so tricky and confusing, it makes it really difficult to guess what he would do. He is too spoiled to do the job himself, that's for sure. He would probably feel shy and embarrassed about waking you up and asking for help, because he knows that if he does, then he'll have to tell you about his dream, which will definitely lead to you teasing him. Or, he would probably shamelessly wake you up and tell you to touch him, not even asking nicely, just straight up comands you to make him feel good. But who knows, if he is needy enough, he might ask nicely and even say please🤔he is unpredictable, idk.

hellooo <3 spoiled needy lino not being able to get off on his own…you know the way to my heart

ur so right abt him being unpredictable, i think he’d love to keep you on your toes bc it makes him feel like he has the upper hand (please indulge the playful kitty) sometimes he’ll be absolutely shameless just to get a reaction out of you, other times he gets strangely shy and cant even make eye contact 🥰 his body always tells on him though, whether it's waking up all sticky and flushed from a wet dream, or his ears turning bright red when you tease him for it. he’d have to decide if it’d be more embarrassing to softly nudge you awake and plead for you to help him, or try handling it by himself only to give up w a frustrated whine when he can't make himself feel good like you can (or even worse, him accidentally waking you up with all his fidgeting and heavy breathing so that you catch him in the act of fumbling w his dick or rutting against his pillow)

if he’s feeling too needy to play his usual games, he turns into the sweetest most pliant thing. he’d sound so irresistible asking you in that soft, sleepy honey voice to make him feel good bc he can't do it himself, and the way his eyes are so dark and dilated in the low light makes it hard not to give him what he wants instantly 💔 but if the lil brat tries to demand that you take care of it for him…he’s in for a long night of edging and denial until he finally learns to say please like a good boy hehe. or you could play along and tell him to demonstrate for you so you can know exactly what how likes it…and then just watch him pitifully try to get himself off until he breaks and starts begging without you having to lift a finger

[miralunawritez]

Veneer x Fem!Assistant!reader

Background: The reader is going out with friends, she is wearing a kind of revealing outfit and Veneer gets insecure and nervous because the reader looks absolutely irresistible. (Veneer is in love with the reader, which she doesnt know that)

Genre: JEALOUSYYYYY

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You and a few of your friends are going out to a new club that just opened, you guys all decided to match in a nice lowcut black dress with thigh high black heeled boots. You were walking down the hall of Velvet and Veneers Mansion when you walked past Veneer..

"Where are you going?" Veneer says, looking you up in down. "Im going out with some friends, why?" You ask, looking at him with a confused expression. Veneers blood ran cold, looking around for an excuse for her not to go. "You cant leave yet, I need your help with something."

You check your phone to look at the time, "Veneer I dont have a lot of time, what do you need?" you look at him, frustrated. "My nail polish is chipping off, can you redo them please?" he pleads. "Can it wait til aft-" "NO." he yells, cutting u off. He nervously clears his throat as your expression changes from frustration to concern "I mean no."

"Fine." You roll your eyes, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the dressing room. "Sit." You say, clearly frustrated. You pull out some neon green nail polish, kneeling in front of him and taking his hand in yours. Veneer watches you intently as you repaint his nails, a blush creeping onto his face from your touch and how pretty you look when your focused.

You finish painting his nails, pulling his hand up closer to ur lips to blow on the fresh paint. You glance up at him, realizing hes looking right at u. Your heart races as your face starts to burn up from being flustered. "There, all done." You say as you stand back up. "Thank you." He says while looking at his freshly painted nails.

You check your phone again, "I really have to go now, I was supposed to be at the club 5 minutes ago" you say, seeing that your friends are blowing up your phone asking where you are. "Wait! I still need your help!" Veneer says frantically while panicking. "What now veneer? I seriously have to go!" "I dont know what to wear tomorrow." Veneer says, you look at him completely shocked and dumbfounded, "You seriously need help picking out your outfit for TOMORROW?" you yell, clearly stressed.

Veneer looks you in the eyes, "Yes." "Veneer, your like 18, you can figure it out yourself!" You check your phone again, 5 more minutes has passed. You groan, obviously annoyed as you walked to his room to pick something out for him to wear. You walk into his huge closet, you pick out a shirt and show it to him, "Ehhh, no." He says, disapproving. You roll your eyes and put it up, picking up another shirt, aggressively motioning to it. "That shirt is ugly, I dont even know why i have it." He looks at it with a disgusted look. You groan loudly, putting it up.

30 minutes and 30 shirts pass, you show him another shirt and he finally approves of it. You check the time and realize you were supposed to be at the club 40 minutes ago. Your jaw drops in anger and shock, you look up at Veneer, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down before you rip this boys hair out. "Oh nooo, looks like you cant go now.." He says sarcastically, hiding his excitement and happiness. "I guess not." You say in disappointment.

Veneer notices your disappointment, he starts to feel bad for what he did. "How about this? Since I made you miss going to the club tonight, tomorrow I take you shopping, any store, no budget, as much stuff as you want." "You dont have to do that Veneer." You say, smiling at his offer. "I insist, a day all about my dear assistant." He says, putting his hands on you shoulders. "Thank you.", you turn around and hug him. Veneers face turns a bright pink as his heart skips a beat, hugging you back. He smiles to himself, his plan on keeping you from going out worked.

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Sorry if its short!

[chipsinsalsa]

Bakers Boy

Peeta x FemReader

Plot: What happens when you decide to go into the Bakery shop of the boy you have a crush on?

A/N: I’m sorry if a lot of it is in accurate or if the fanfic is not that good and has typos. First time on tumblr! And I also haven’t written anything in a while but if you guys like it my requests are open! 🤘

contains: smut, praise (reader receiving),fem reader!,character aged up

Truth be told you never even dared to go near the bakery of District 12.

You had always heard stories from the kids at school about the mean old hag that worked there, the baker's wife. And that alone made you avoid it at all costs. But something tempted you to get closer for in that same Bakery, worked the boy you had a crush on. You didn't know his name but something about him made you want to know more.

One day when you had just returned from selling a few of your cheese at the Hob. You walked past the bakery shop as usual and couldn't help but take in the smell of the sweet bread and its irresistible warmth drawing you in. You decided to glance into the window and there the golden locks of the young boy at work captured your eye.

So you decided to go in.

You opened the door to the sound of a bell ringing. Immediately the boy put the doe he was kneading down and turned to face you. He dusted himself off on his apron and headed up to the counter

“Hello Ms what can I get for you today” He spoke. His powdery hands caught your attention, and you couldn't help but imagine how soft they were. How warm they would feel after having been near the oven all day. He noticed you were distracted and waved his hand near your face. “Ms?”

“um- I apologize I must have spaced out, could I just get a loaf of bread” You spoke embarrassed.

The boy smiled kindly and nodded, "Of course, we have a few different types of bread. Would you like a plain white loaf or something with a bit more flavor like our honey wheat or sourdough?"

You considered the options for a moment before deciding. "I think something sweet so the Honey Wheat sounds lovely, what do I owe you?”

The boy quickly wrapped up the bread and handed it to you. "It's on the house"

"Are you sure? I can pay for it." He smiled, "Absolutely. I like to treat our first-time customers to a free loaf of bread. Consider it a welcome gift."

“Oh..thank you” You looked at the nametag on his apron “Peeta”

“Of course, what's your name?” He asked curiously.

“y/n” It took a moment but a confused look crossed your face when you realized what he said. “Wait..how do you know I haven't been here before? ” He circled the counter walking over to you. You began to take some steps back trying to keep your distance but eventually hitting the wall.

“Well, the truth is” He began to speak. “I've seen you before”

You furrowed your brow in confusion. "You've seen me before? Where?"

Peeta smiled, "Every day after school you walk home past the Bakery. I've never seen you come in before though. Your always so tense.”

You were surprised and a bit embarrassed that someone had been paying attention to you, "Is it that obvious?"

He shrugged, "I wouldn't say it's obvious, but I do notice things. I like to think I have a good sense of people. And I can tell that you're not a big fan of my mother. But don't worry, she's not here right now. You're safe."

You laughed nervously, "I didn't mean to offend you”

Peeta waved his hand, "It's alright. My mother can be a bit intimidating sometimes, she seems to take her job very seriously." He paused for a moment before continuing, "If you don't mind me asking, what made you decide to come in today?"

“You” was the first thing you wanted to say but then thought about it for a split second. You looked down at the loaf of bread in your hands, "Honestly, it was the smell of your bread. It was too good to resist." you lied.

The boy grinned, "Ah, yes. The smell of fresh bread can be quite tempting cant it”

He began to walk even closer as you nodded nervously in response. “However” He began to speak “I believe my bread may not have been the only reason you came in today,” He said as his eyes began to scan you. Your heart racing. You knew you couldn't stay another second near him. “I think… I should head home now”

As you turned to leave, Peeta reached out and gently grabbed your arm. "Wait," he said softly, "It's just” He took a breath “I like you...I know that sounds weird but I've seen you stare at me from the window before and hoped one day you would come in. And now that you have I dont want to let you go so easily.”

You were immobile. Before you could even think his lips slowly pressed against yours. The heat of his body now becoming more apparent. You felt his hands rise to grab your hair running his fingers through it pulling you in more. His lips tasted like sweet honey, soft like his touch. You couldn't move.

He finally pulled back the both of you gasping for air.

He glanced at you while panting and feeling his chest rise. “I'm sorry, but I just had to kiss you. At least once.”

You kissed him in return.

Immediately he understood grabbing the loaf from your hands and setting it to the side. Breaking the kiss for a moment only to grab the sign on the door that read “OPEN” and turning it over. “I know I've only ever seen you through the window but you dont understand how badly I dreamt about this” He spoke as he picked you up quickly placing you on the counter.

You felt his hands explore your body, running up and down your back and sliding over your hips.

You let out a small moan, and he pulled back to look at you, a smirk on his face. "Such a sweet girl" he spoke his voice low. You felt a flush rising to your cheeks.

He leaned in to kiss you again, and this time his hands moved lower, grazing over your thighs. You felt a shiver run through you, and you knew that you wanted more. Without thinking, you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

The boy responded eagerly, pressing his body against yours and deepening the kiss. You could feel his hardening bulge pressing against your thigh, and you moaned softly, feeling a surge of desire wash over you.

“I think I might have something a little sweeter for you in the back,” He said smirking as he picked you up again taking you to the back of the bakery.

He carried you to a pile of flour sacks stacked on the floor laying you down. “I know this isn't the most ideal place but know at any moment you can say no” He spoke almost expecting you to say so. His hand brushing your hair to the side.

“Never,” You said as you grabbed his neck pulling him on top of you. He smirked as he began to kiss you again. His kiss trailed to your cheek down to your neck. You felt his teeth sink into you as you let out another moan. “Fuck.. you're so fucking good” He whimpered while still trailing his kisses. You felt his hips bucking into your thigh. You could sense his desperation and how hard he was trying to take things slow.

He finally reached your chest. He looked up at you his eyes like a puppy waiting for his treat. “May I pretty girl.”

You nodded as he began to take your shirt off. You helped by untying your bra. The warm air of the Bakery oven hit your chest immediately once it was off but not as warm as the eager boy's tongue now pressing on your tender breast. His tongue lightly sucking while it brushed against your nipple. His moans sending vibrations through your body. His other hand running through your back bringing you closer to him. He took his mouth off your breast leaving kisses as he made his way down your stomach. “If I knew you tasted this good I would have kissed you as soon as you came in.” He whispered smirking between a kiss.

Before you even noticed he pulled your pants off, grabbed your thighs, and threw your legs over his broad shoulders. He lightly squeezed your thighs before placing his fingers on your covered clit. Making you shudder right away. “So wet already Princess?”

You couldn't take it anymore. “Peeta please-” You whimpered desperately needing him inside you.

“I guess I'm not the only desperate one,” He smirked as he undid his apron tossing it to the side. And for the first time, you noticed just how built he was. His arms barely fit his white shirt. He unbuckled his pants and slid them off along with his underwear. He groaned as his cock was exposed. You gulped at the sight just thinking about it being inside you. “I promise to take it slow,” He said as he cupped your face making sure you felt safe. He took one more look at you.

“Beautiful,” He whispered.

His eyes traced every inch of you as if making sure to engrave it in his memory. He placed his fingers on your panties again slowly pushing them to the side. He began to slide into you. You tried your best to hold back your moans placing your palm over your mouth to suppress them. He noticed and immediately took it away. “No I want to hear you” he spoke “I want to hear just how good I make you feel” His command alone made you let out the moan you so desperately held back.

You grabbed his hair pulling him deeper into you making him whine. “Faster-” Was all you could let out before he increased his speed sending you over the edge. His whimpers now sounded like pleads as he called your name. His cock warming you up from the inside as he thrusted. His rhythm reminding you of the number of times you could have been absolutely fucked by him if only you had just taken more than a peak when walking past the shop.

“Your so fucking tight princess “ He moaned out “You dont know how much I wanted this” His thrusts now going as fast as they could. You whined as you felt your body getting closer. “Peeta I think I'm going to -”

He placed his lips onto yours kissing you roughly as he whimpered into your mouth suppressing your moans. You couldn't hold back anymore. You felt your body contract as you came.

His dick still sliding in and out of you. But with a final buck of his hips, you felt as he came inside you. The both of you breaking the kiss as you panted letting out the last moans. He pulled out laying next to you.

He ran his fingers through your cheek, kissing your forehead.

“I knew you tasted just as sweet as you looked”

[razbrry]

Can we get headcanons on grelle and sebastian separately that have an s/o that likes to run their hands through their hair/play with it?

note💋— my first request being black butler WITH GRELL AND SEB!! dear anon, i’d like to confess my undying love for you if you’d let me. this was way too yummy to write! please send more… must write…

when you play with their hair— ft. sebastian and grell

sebastian—𖤐

oh goodness me haha.

did you see that subtle eye twitch?

all you’re doing is giggling and twirling his bangs like a middle school girl. is the harm in the room with us?

appreciative of the attention though. he’s fortunately never been a complainer.

he’s just not used to it. rather bold for what he receives.

”you flatter me, dear.”

is that all you’re gonna say? like you’re hot but get out.

most just dont dare to touch him at all! seb is too spooky wookie.

tensing up at the shoulders quite a bit.

he’ll most likely lock eyes with you, his gaze softening in a melting manner.

sebastian loves your eyes.

aaand you yanked his hair. wrap it up.

expect a REALLY SHARP head turn in response.

oh okay message received. doing too much for a demon.

just cant help it, it seems impossible to take our hands off of sebastian! :(

grell—☠︎︎

playing with grell’s hair looks so fun oh my.

poor baby probably wouldn’t notice at first with her holy grail of a hair length.

not until she feels a gentle tug!

she’d be taken a bit aback, momentarily jittering before turning to you with that signature cheshire cat smile.

”you like? ♡”

yes mama.

she’d be so extra about it too.

she’s thrilled on how you adore her ‘irresistibly piquant mane’ WHAT.

grell will most definitely will be running on about the simple act of affection while doing her little twirls.

mind you she’s armed with her death scythe. stop swinging that thing around, babe.

at this point she’s just blabbing about your affection like the foreign phenomenon it is.

”oh, non non! it’s not in the lady’s place to have her hair pulled with such degrading vigour!”

oh she’s totally digging the hair pulling.

who said that!!!!!

it wasn’t really your intention to begin with. to yank her backwards by SIMPLY running your fingers through those red strands of hers.

brush your hair, grell. with so much respect. you’re so hot.

she gets so worked up over all you do. it just always goes horribly well with grell! simply adore her.

[satorisoup]

wait... waittttt I JUST FOUND OUT ABT YOU AND I LOVEEE TENDOU <333

can you write a lil something where he makes cute little chocolates for reader but then he gets too scared to actually give it to them, but just as he's bout to leave reader opens up the door and sees him standing there

TYY :))

#SATORIS’ SWEET CONFESSION

#A/N : MMMPHHH i love tendou so much oh my gawd. this is adorable UGH i love him. ALSO OMG ive read ur stuff before and i loved it sm. i wrote a fem reader i hope thats okay.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. timeskip tendou spoilers.

this was ridiculous. this was absurd. this was absolutely ludicrous.

tendou couldn’t help himself. ever since he met you he couldn’t help but find his heart swelling at even the simplest things about you. you were great friends, but the heart wants what it wants.

your smile leaked a sweetness so pure that no candy could ever come close to comparing. there was something about you that just made you so captivating to tendou. like chocolate. a sweet treat that is just so desirable, you cant help but want a taste, the go to sugary delicacy for any occasion.

even he fell into the irresistible world of chocolatey treats, so much so it became his career. and what better way to see that sweet smile than to give you your very own set of chocolates straight from his hands.

that leads tendou to his current situation. each chocolate perfectly laid in its own paper, decorating the inside of the tin box he had put them in. he was nervous, how pitiful it was that he was doing all of this all for you, who probably wouldn’t return the feelings he had.

but it was done. the ribbon wrapped around the box with a neat bow at the top, here he was standing at your door encouraging himself to make the move.

you were just a knock away. a knock away from him and this damn box of chocolates he spent hours perfecting for you.

this was ridiculous. this was absurd. this was ludicrous.

he sighed at himself and turned on his heel to make the walk of shame away from your door, ready to dwell with his own defeat.

about to take a step, he froze upon hearing the click of your door before it squeaked open to reveal you in the doorway.

“satori?”

there’s really no turning back now. his eyes turned to you along with his body, silence on his end as he just held out the wrapped box.

“is this.. for me?”

“perfect chocolates. for a perfect girl.”

there it was. that smile. the one that seeped of honey and teeth that twinkled like candy.

“well, a perfect girl can’t eat these chocolates, without the perfect boy that made them.” you said.

this wasn’t ridiculous, or absurd, or ludicrous, no. this was perfect.

[llxferim]

Hello!!! I love your blog and your Klaus stories. I had a little idea about him, Klaus x GN!Reader who is obsessed with his hips (because let's be honest, I'm totally infatuated with them *cough*). I imagine he would be a little tease about it when he'd notice how the Reader is feeling? Thank you in advance!

a/n: THANK YOU SO SO MUCHH ILY, IF U DONT LIKE THIS IM ALL DOWN TO REWRITE IT, LIKE GENUIENLY.

yall i tried my besttt, i didnt rlly know how to finish it so just don't judge alright I'm going to cry. besides that thank you so much for the support omgg so many ppl liked and reblogged my fics I'm so happy :)))

pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x Gn!reader

Summary: you are obsessed with Klaus's hips

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Alchohol, gn!reader, gender neutral reader, no y/n used. Klaus is a tease.

Word count: 500 something (i cant write long fics for my life yall)

You'd always heard it was the small things—the details about a person that drives you mad, that sneak up on you and settle deep in your bones until you can't shake them. You never believed it until... Klaus Hargreeves.

It wasn't his sly grin, nor his ability to light up your mood no matter what—you loved all that about him—but no, what got you were his hips.

you two were in your room, Klaus getting dressed and—you reading a book in your chair— if you’d even call it reading.

Klaus was pacing the room, shirt half-buttoned, his low-rise jeans peeking out as he rummaged through a pile of clothes—probably looking for a clothing piece he'd mindlessly tossed in his usual chaos, getting ready for Luther’s wedding.

You leaned back in your chair, pretending to be invested in the book on your lap. But your eyes betrayed you, trailing down to his hips—the way they moved perfectly in sync with his long legs, almost like a sensual dance that came naturally to him.

"What are you staring at, doll?" Klaus's voice pulled you back from your daze, and his smirk told you he already knew the answer. "Nothing," you mumbled, clearing your throat and returning to your book, hoping he wouldn't notice your fierce blush.

"Nothing, huh?" He sauntered over a cat-like grace to his steps.

Klaus leaned in, resting his hands on the arms of the chair you were sitting on. You could smell his cologne—a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him.

"You know," he drawled, "it's rude to stare without offering a compliment."

Your eyes snapped up to his face, heat rising to your cheeks. "I wasn't—"

"Oh, but you were," Klaus interrupted, his grin widening. He pushed off the chair and spun dramatically, arms outstretched. "So, what's the verdict? Do these jeans make my ass look good?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. "You're impossible, Klaus."

"Impossibly charming, you mean," he winked, flopping onto your bed with a dramatic sigh. "Now, as punishment for your rudeness, I'm charging you with the task of helping me find those jeans. You know, the ones with the—"

"Sparkly skulls?" you finished for him, already moving to search through the chaos of his belongings. "I swear, Klaus, if you'd just organize your things..."

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Even in public, you'd find yourself staring. His hips were simply irresistible to you.

Everyone was drunk, even Five—a sight that was both amusing and unsettling. It was strange seeing him so nonchalant about the apocalypse.

the newlyweds were feeding each other.. strawberries. Across the room, Allison and Viktor were arguing about—something, their voices barely audible over the thumping music, and Diego had disappeared with Lila some time ago.

And then there was him. Klaus, the life of the party as always, was on the dance floor, his body moving in perfect rhythm to the beat. Your eyes couldn't help but linger on him, admiring how those jeans hugged his hips just right. Even during a world-ending disaster, Klaus had a way of commanding attention—and looking damn good while doing it.

As the night wore on, the party's energy seemed to fuel his every move. You watched him, and couldn't help but smile at how completely Klaus could captivate an entire room.

At one point, he spotted you from across the room. With a mischievous grin, he beckoned you over. and before you could react, he was at your side, pulling you into the crowd.

"Come on, doll," he said, his voice a playful purr. "You can't just stand there staring. Join me."

You laughed, letting him guide you onto the dance floor. For a moment, it was just the two of you, moving together in sync with the music. The world outside ceased to exist.

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere!!Tutor!! x Reader

He was an over achiever and saw people as worthless piles of flesh but that was until you or should I saw your bad grades came into his life

He was forced to Tutor you because you had exams coming up he thought it would be hell for both of you but when he finally saw you he was awestruck.

As you two worked he could hardly stay focused in your presence but he managed to tutor you very well.

When it was time for your exam you passed with flying colors(I wish) and the minute you saw him you gave him a hug and he could hardly function for the rest of the day.

When he was your official tutor he was over the moon and he adored spending time with you he loved how confused you looked when he brought up a new concept and how cute you were when how finally understand something.

With his help you became a top student but then you stopped needing him to tutor you and he did not take it well.

He really should have seen this coming but he really thought by now you two would have started dating or at least have been friends but you still see him as that one guy who tutored you.

Pretty soon he started to sabotage you to get you back by making it seem like you were cheating or making small distractions to make you lose focus and it worked.

When you where sentenced to have a tutor again you noticed how touchy he has been and decided to get a new tutor and he did not take this well.

So he threatened every single tutor available to leave you alone or he'll get them expelled since he's the schools pride and joy and the principles pet.

So you where stuck with him as your tutor and you were fine with it until he tried to kiss you.

You slapped him hard and gave him a piece of your mind and you started avoiding his tutoring sessions to hang out with your friends.

He knows what he did was wrong but he couldn't help it your just so irresistible and he's surprised he held back for so long but he wouldn't let you slip away from him like that so he got rid of your little distractions.

Soon you decided you had enough of him and decided to report him but no one believed the teachers pet would do any harm.

When he heard you tied to report him he tried everything to make your relationship better but he failed miserably and he was tired of this game of cat and mouse and decided to make you love him.

Please understand that he loves you very much and it will all get better when you finally accept and love him.

Now he has you and your all he needs and you cant escape him because he a genius and knows how to think a head.