#definitely had too much fun drawing his slutty little waist

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Ballroom Dancing

(Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader)

I wrote a Tsukishima dance fic and I’m here to make it everyone’s problem

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 4.4k

content warning: SMUT, semi-public sex, degredation, taunting because he’s a little shit, brat!reader, oral (m. recieving), hair pulling, fingering, alcohol consumption (nothing crazy), slight orgasm denial, light choking

also featuring: kuroo and kenma

“I cannot believe you talked me into this,” you said, turning into your friend as you scanned the huge ballroom.

“What do you mean? You look great.”

“I know I look great, Tetsu, but I still feel ridiculous.”

“Why? Once you start dancing you’ll feel better.”

“Whatever you say. Please dance with me first or I will combust.”

“As you wish,” Kuroo said with a laugh. You moved towards him as he took your hand, starting to move you around the room. The other couples on the dance floor were pressed against each other, hands slipping down from their partner’s waists and faces leaning in close to whisper who knows what in each others ears. Kuroo held you respectfully, knowing that he dragged you here and you could run off at any moment if you felt like it. The music swelled, filling the ballroom with a beautiful hum. The room was huge and silver. A giant chandelier dangled from the ceiling and cast lovely shattered flecks of light all around the room.

You had practiced this dance so many times that you could go into autopilot and observe your surroundings without missing a beat. Kuroo spun you quickly as your eyes passed over the crowd. You recognized a few faces as Kuroo’s friends from college. Some of them he had known since high school. All of the friends of his you had met so far were fun. If they could put up with Kuroo they could put up with anything.

You saw Kenma in the crowd and cast him a smile. He held up a hand to greet you. You knew he’d find you later and talk your ear off, but there was no way you could get him in the middle of the room for a dance. He looked handsome in his tuxedo. He was never as strong as Kuroo, but he still filled it out nicely with his newfound confidence.

“Hey, Kei is here!” Kuroo said happily. You looked back at him with confusion. You knew the name, but he was one of Kuroo’s high school friends that you hadn’t met yet.

“Where?” you asked.

“Right next to Kenma. The blond.” You spun around again and looked over to where Kenma was. A giant loomed over him, his back to you. He had shaggy blond hair and looked relatively thin, but you could see muscle through his tight-fitting dress pants.

“Jesus, how tall is he?” you asked. “He looks huge compared to poor Kenma.” Kuroo laughed.

“He’s always been big. Last time we saw each other he said he was over 6’4 but who knows at this point.”  Your eyes widened.

Kuroo let out his hyena laugh in response and the blond - Kei, though you didn’t know his last name - turned at the clearly familiar sound. He wore a wide pair of glasses that framed serious eyes. His face was cold as he turned, but as soon as he saw Kuroo it softened into a smile. He held up a hand, long fingers twitching slightly in greeting. Kuroo’s hand left your waist, waving eagerly back at his friend.

“After this song let’s go say hi,” he said. You nodded, eyes still fixed on the man. His face settled into a slight smirk as he observed you, then turned back to Kenma, running a hand through his blond hair.

The song ended and you and Kuroo made your way to the edge of the ballroom, but the blond was nowhere to be found. Kenma greeted you with a hug and a shower of compliments. He had really come out of his shell since college.

“Where’d Kei get off to?” Kuroo asked.

“No idea,” Kenma said, glancing around. “He’s hard to miss, though. I’m sure you’ll find him easily enough.” He laughed. “I think he’s grown even more since we last saw him.”

“Are you serious? That’s hardly fair.”

“Agreed. No man deserves to be 6’5.” Six fucking five. It wasn’t often you ran into someone that could dwarf Kuroo. Jesus. You needed a drink.

“I’m heading to the bar, Tetsu,” you said. Kuroo nodded and waved you on, chatting happily with Kenma as you walked away.

Even the bar sparkled with silver. The man behind the counter wore red velvet, looking more like an employee at the Tower of Terror than a bartender.

“What can I get for you, love?” he asked.

“What can you make?”

“Absolutely anything you’d like.”

You laughed. “Can you make a mojito? Pineapple, if it’s possible.”

“Absolutely.” He turned and began to skillfully rifle through the selection of rum behind him.

“What are you, on vacation?” a voice asked behind you. You could almost hear the smirk in his words. You turned, immediately having to look higher up than you thought you would. Kuroo’s blond friend stood behind you with a sly smile on his face.

“Something wrong with my order?”

“I think the answer to that is pretty obvious,” he said, leaning on his elbows against the bar beside you, shrinking to your height. “Who orders pineapple at an event like this?”

“People who don’t give a shit about the snooty atmosphere.”

He cocked an eyebrow and looked away, watching the bartender make your drink. “Am I snooty, then?”

“I think the answer to that is pretty obvious.”

“I assure you, snooty I am not.”

The bartender set down your drink in front of you, plopping a cherry on top as he did so. “There you go,” he said cheerfully. “Whose tab will this be on?” He looked between you and the blond.

“I’m not paying for their little cocktail, thanks.” Kei shrugged and looked at you, that annoying smile still glinting in his eyes.

“I guess that’ll be mine, then. Put it under y/n. I’m definitely not done drinking tonight.” Your eyes met the his. He was looking at you with an unreadable expression, eyes glinting with something that looked like amusement. The bartender laughed and turned to the other man.

“Anything I can get you?” Kei let his eyes leave yours.

“Dry martini, please.” You laughed loudly and took a sip of your drink. The bartender began his order and the tall man looked at you.

“Something funny about my order, too?”

“A dry martini? Who are you, James Bond?”

“Tsukishima. Kei Tsukishima.” He smiled widely this time, clearly amused at your reaction.

“Y/n,” you replied, happy that he went along with the joke. The bartender set the martini down in front of Tsukishima. He picked it up and licked his lips, taking a sip without letting his eyes leave yours.

“Put this on their tab, as well,” he said.

“Excuse me?” you said, incredulous at his attitude.

“I’ll get the next.” He took another sip as the bartender walked off to deal with his other customers. “So, you Kuroo’s new partner?” The word fell from his mouth dripping with sarcasm. You choked out a laugh.

“Absolutely not. We’ve been friends since college.”

“College, huh? He ever mention me?”

“Yeah, actually. I’ve heard all about what a brat you are. He pegged you perfectly.”

Tsukishima smiled. “You think I’m being bratty?”

“You are absolutely being bratty. Don’t forget I’m paying for your drink.” His eyes kept on sparkling. You weren’t sure what he was thinking, but the way he looked at you made it feel like he was seeing straight into your thoughts.

“So.” He twirled the glass in his hand. God, his hands were huge. “If Kuroo’s not your partner . . .”

“If I wasn’t here with Kuroo I’d be dancing alone.” He nodded, looking satisfied with your answer. He threw back the rest of his martini and gestured to your cup.

“Finish your drink,” he said, straightening up and towering over you again.

“Why?”

“We’re going to dance, dumbass.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. He mirrored your expression and nodded at your glass. “Finish it or I’ll finish it for you.”

You glared up at him, pulling the cherry out by the stem and tipping the drink back, swigging the last bit of bitterness. You popped the cherry in your mouth and flicked the stem into Tsuki’s empty glass. He smirked and made his way through the crowd. You followed, head a bit hazy from chugging your drink so quickly.

He made it to the edge of the dance floor right as the next song began playing. He turned and held out a hand to you. His fingers were long and well-manicured. You raised your eyebrows with as much attitude as you could muster, taking his hand. He smiled. His hand was soft and a little cold. He pulled you onto the dance floor.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand settled on your hip, long fingers splaying out and digging into your side. It was almost possessive. This close he smelled like basil soap and something musky that made your head spin as he gracefully sidestepped and led you around the room.

For such a tall man, he was a remarkably good dancer. His movements were precise and sure, leading you better than even Kuroo did. When he moved his arms you could see his jacket strain slightly. He wasn’t a thick man by any means, but what he had was all muscle. His eyes didn’t leave yours as you danced, intense gaze making you antsy but determined not to look away first.

“I didn’t mention this before but your dress is lovely.” His gaze trained down your body as he spoke.

“What, are you being nice now?” you asked.

“I can be mean if you’d like.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” His eyes darkened.

“Try me.”

“You sure?”

You shrugged. His hand slid along to the small of your back and he dipped you. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled you back up, face suddenly serious. He looked around the room.

“Do you know how much attention you’re drawing to yourself with that neckline?”

You scoffed. “What does that mean?” He leaned down, very close to your ear. You got goosebumps as he spoke.

“I’m saying your dress makes you look a little slutty.” You drew your head away from him. He perked back up and smiled at your shock. “I thought you wanted me to be mean.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to diss my dress.”

He shrugged and dug his fingers into your side, pulling your hips flush against him. “I never said I didn’t like it.”

Your face felt suddenly hot. He grinned.

“You’re a pretty little thing when you’re flustered,” he said.

“Keep talking and those dress pants aren’t going to be able to hide how pretty you think I am.” His eyebrows shot up, this time in genuine surprise. You smiled. He clearly wasn’t used to encountering people willing to taunt him back. He looked away for a moment and regained his composure.

“Why would I try to hide that?”

“You seem the private type. I figured a broom closet or bathroom stall would better suit your taste.” His smile darkened.

“Done.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

Too late. He was already pulling you off of the still swirling dance floor.

He led you past the bar and down a hall, clearly familiar with the terrain. The hallway was littered with doors, but he led you to one of the very last ones. He threw open the door and pulled you inside. The room was mid-sized but cramped. There were chairs lining the table. The walls looked strangely soft, like it was soundproofed for privacy’s sake. There was a window on one side. Moonlight streamed through the half-shut blinds, giving the room a cold glow.

Tsukishima wasted no time in locking the door and taking you by the hips, pushing you against the wall.

“You’re a testy one, aren’t you?” he growled, gripping the fabric of your dress tightly.

“I try to be,” you replied, hand finding its way into his hair and pulling him down to your lips. He kissed you hungrily. His lips were soft and angry, attitude apparent even in how his tongue slipped into your mouth. He was teasing you without words, daring you to push back. You obliged, biting down lightly on his bottom lip. He let out a small sound and pushed harder against you. He separated from you and began to trail aggressive kisses down your neck.

“If you’re going to be smart with your mouth I’ll give you something else to do with it,” he breathed against you. You shivered.

“You’re all talk so far,” you sighed. “If you’re going to do it, do it.” You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your shoulder.

“Naughty thing,” he murmured. His hands trailed up your body, finding your face. He held your cheeks and smiled. He ran a finger across your bottom lip. “Why don’t you show me what else those pretty lips can do?” You said nothing but grabbed his belt all the same, staring him in the eyes with a smug expression on your face. Once his dress pants were undone you sunk to your knees in front of him. He inhaled sharply at your compliance.

He was hard already at the way you kissed him. You wasted no time pulling down his boxers and taking him all the way into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he hit the back of your throat. He covered his mouth with his hand, seemingly more out of restraint than to actually hold back any noise. You continued moving your head, tongue sliding over the head of his cock. It didn’t take long to figure out that drove him crazy. His groans raised in pitch the more you took advantage of how sensitive he was. You wrapped a hand around him and swirled your tongue around his head. He let out what was almost a whimper and grabbed your hair, gripping it so tightly it made your eyes water. You sped up, eliciting similar sounds from him.

“Mother . . . fucker,” he groaned in a whisper, hand moving from deep in your hair to your forehead, his touch nearly a caress. You slowed your pace at his enthusiasm and his breathing hitched.

“Fuck. Don’t do that.” You hummed in amusement, the vibrations causing him to tip his head back. You sped up again. Just as he began whimpering you slowed again. His second hand found your hair this time, both tugging tightly.

“One more time and I -- fuck.” He tipped his forehead forward against the wall as you quickened your pace again. You felt him twitch in your mouth and knew he was close.

“Shit. Fuck. Fuck.” He spat out his words, rocking his hips a bit to the pace you set. “Oh, fuck.” His swearing raised in pitch. He was so close. “I --” You pulled off of him completely and looked up at him. His eyes were shut tight. His hips bucked and he let out a horrible little whimper. His breathing was irregular as he repeated the word “fuck” over and over again, to himself and to you. The haze of his denied orgasm began to fade and he looked down at you with deadly serious eyes.

“I’m not playing that fucking game.” He tugged on your hair, pulling you into a standing position. It hurt in the best way, especially satisfying now that he was so riled up. He whirled you around and pinned you against the table. He lifted your hips so that you were seated and began pushing your dress up, hands lost in the mess of skirts.

“You don’t get to pull some shit like that and think you’re getting away with it.” His hands slid up your thighs and pushed them apart. You shivered. His long fingers found the lace of your undergarments.

“Slutty under here too. I should have expected that.” He pressed his fingers against you through the cloth, making you inhale sharply in anticipation. “Oh well,” he chuckled. “These just make it easier for me.” He pushed the fabric aside and slipped a single long finger inside of you. You gasped and your brows furrowed. He mirrored your expression like he was taunting you.

“So wet just from sucking my cock.” He whispered the words like he almost didn’t want you to hear the taunt. He pushed a second finger into you. You breathed out hard, suppressing a noise. He chuckled.

“Oh, no. You don’t get to act all shy now,” he said. His fingers curled and you let a moan escape. “There we are.” His smirk returned to his face. He repeated the motion. You felt your core tightening, forcing your back to arch up against him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re pretty when you’re all wound up. Too bad you’re such a whore. You let guys do this to you often? Whisk you into a dark room and have their way with you?” You shook your head. He laughed lightly, curling his fingers again. You moaned, gripping his shoulders tightly. “I like your honesty. I guess you’re only a slut for me.”

His pace inside you was steady and his gaze was intense. You knew you were close but if you told him that he’d probably pull away just you did to him. Your eyes shut tightly, hand finding his hair and tugging. You swore and he pulled his hand away. Though you were expecting the motion, it didn’t stop your thighs from closing tightly, begging for the contact that was no longer there. He slipped his fingers into his mouth so casually it made you gasp. He popped them out after a moment and ran his messy hand through his hair.

“Sorry to torture you back,” he said, pushing your legs apart again and pulling your hips closer to the edge of the table. “But when you come I want it to be on my cock.” He slipped his dress pants down again and tugged the lace off of your legs. He ground his hips forward, rubbing against you. Your breathing hitched and he laughed.

“So needy for me. What would you do if I just walked out?” You glared up at him and wrapped your legs around him, pulling him close.

“Not letting me go, huh? Don’t have to tell me twice.” He pushed inside of you slowly, brows furrowing and eyes fluttering closed as he did so. You both swore as he buried himself inside of you. He was big, but it didn’t hurt. You wiggled your hips a little, wishing he would move. He chuckled at your efforts.

“You want me to hurry up? You’re gonna have to ask nicely.” You glared up at him.

“Please,” you muttered.

His brows shot up.

“Please what?”

“Please move already, you stubborn fuck.”

He laughed in surprise.

“So dirty. You asked nicely though, so . . .” He drew his hips back and drove back into you. You let out a sigh. He grabbed the back of your neck with his huge hand and pulled you forward into a kiss as he continued moving. His swearing and your moans got lost in the kiss as he set a faster pace. He pulled away from your lips, leaving his forehead leaning against yours.

“Fuck.” He choked on a groan as he spoke. “You make such pretty sounds. Did your drink make you this honest or is it my cock?” You buried a fist in his hair and pulled. He let out an unexpectedly loud sound at the motion. He stared down at you, eyes on fire.

“Shut the fuck up,” you breathed. He grinned and pulled you in for another kiss, this one much more desperate. His hand trailed up your neck, squeezing lightly as he did. You tipped into his palm but it kept traveling upwards. It stopped along your jaw, thumb slipping up to separate your kiss. He slipped it into your mouth. He swore as you eagerly sucked in the finger, staring him in the eye. He smiled and pulled it back, returning his lips to yours. His hand slipped down between your legs, using the thumb that had been in your mouth to trace a circle on your clit. You gasped and moved away from the kiss. He caught your head with his other hand, keeping you close to him as he continued the snap of his hips and the motion of his finger.

“Fuck, Tsukishima.” He sped up the pace of his hand.

“Say that again.” He sounded desperate, leaning his head into your shoulder.

“Tsukki . . .” you trailed off before you could say anything else, lost in the feeling of him. He let out what sounded like a growl at the sound of his name.

“Fuck,” he said. It was almost pathetic how messy he sounded. You buried your hand in his hair again, tugging slightly.

“Tsukki, please.”

He let out a shaky sound. He picked his head up and laid a quick kiss on you.

“Come with me. Please,” he said. You nodded and your head tipped back. He began swearing under his breath, words bleeding together into a mess of desperation.

“Fuck, Tsukki,” you moaned, body tensing as you came. At the feeling and sight of you finishing he quickly followed, pulling out of you but leaving his thumb moving to carry you through your orgasm. Your faces pressed against each other, both breathing hard. You felt him twitching against you as he came. He might have gotten on your dress, but that was the last thing on your mind.

His sweaty face buried into the crook of your neck and his arms slipped around your waist, holding you close to him. Your shaky hands found their way into his hair, running your fingers gently through the mess. It felt good to just hold him as you both caught your breath, his strong chest rising and falling against you. He withdrew slightly and placed a gentle, sloppy kiss on your lips before letting out a laugh. You did the same, smiling up at his face. You hadn’t even noticed, but he was still wearing his glasses. They were fogged up from leaning against you.

“You’re pretty,” you said, pushing the frames up into his hair and pressing a gentle kiss onto his lips. When you pulled away his face was red.

“Don’t just say shit like that,” he muttered.

“Aw, who’s flustered now?” You laughed as his face twisted into a frown. He put his glasses back on properly and peeled himself away from you.

“We really should get back,” he said, tugging his pants back up and redoing his belt. You nodded but were unsure what to do about the problem he had left all over your thighs. He saw you hesitating and laughed when he realized what you were thinking.

“Here,” he said, picking up your underwear and approaching. You looked at him in confusion before he used them to clean you off and slipped them into the inside pocket of his jacket. He noticed you staring in horror and laughed.

“I have to give them back at some point now,” he smirked. “Guess you’ll have to see me again.” You rolled your eyes in amusement as you rearranged your dress and tried your best to fix your hair. He was having trouble with his since the rim around his face was coated with sweat. You tried your best to help him. He stared at you with a gentle smile as you worked. You pretended not to notice.

“I think it’s best if we go out one at a time,” he said. You nodded and he approached the door, turning to face you before he left. “Do I look like I just fucked someone in a dark room?” You grinned and shook your head.

“You look fine.”

“You look great, too,” he said with a small smile. He left the room and left you alone, waiting impatiently to go. When it had been long enough you slipped the door open and walked out, shakier on your feet than you’d like to be.

You immediately went to the bar, asking for a shot of tequila. Anything to soothe your nerves. You took it quickly and shook your head. You were fine. You just needed to make sure you got Tsukki’s number from Kuroo.

“Y/n! Jesus, there you are.” Speak of the devil. You turned to face Kuroo as he approached, Kenma and a disheveled looking Tsukishima in tow. He looked flushed. His hair was still messy and a little sweaty despite his best efforts. Your eyes widened with pride when you saw him looking so fucked. You smiled at Kuroo.

“Sorry, I went wandering.”

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Got lost.”

“Of course you did. I wanted you to meet my friends.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, ‘oh’. This is Tsukishima Kei. We knew each other in high school. We were volleyball rivals.” Kuroo looked proud as he explained. “I taught him everything he knows.”

“Oh, I’m sure not everything,” you said, turning to Tsukki. His eyebrows raised at your borderline suggestive comment. He reached out to shake your hand with the same hand that had been buried in you not long ago.

“It’s nice to meet you, y/n,” he said through a smile.

“They haven’t said their name,” Kenma said, frowning. Tsukki’s eyes widened before setting into a more sure expression.

“Kuroo mentioned them earlier.”

“Uh-huh . . .” Kenma still looked suspicious. Kuroo didn’t seem to notice, slapping Tsukkishima on the shoulder and starting to talk about the ‘good old days’. Whenever Kuroo turned to address Kenma, Kei’s eyes found yours, smiling very slightly so the other men didn’t notice. You didn’t contribute much to the conversation, quietly observing the huge man in his well-fitting tuxedo.

“Oh shit, y/n,” he said suddenly, cutting off the conversation. “I think you spilled something on your dress.” Your face flushed and eyes widened. Panicked and annoyed, you looked down at your dress.  Sure enough, about halfway down the skirt, there was a patch of what thankfully looked like nothing but a spilled drink at the moment.

“God. I’m clumsy. Not surprised that I ruined my nicest dress.” You laughed it off as the three men stared at you, Tsukki with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, it doesn’t look that bad. I’m sure your dress is fine,” Kuroo said.

“Nope,” you said, glancing up at Tsukki. “Definitely ruined.”

[rocorambles]

Who’s The Baby?

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Genre: NSFW, PWP 

Warnings: Degradation

Summary: You really should have thought twice before teaming up with Kuroo to tease your boyfriend. 

Requested by Anon

You’re always mothering Kenma, but he doesn’t mind. He’s kind of used to it honestly, especially after having to put up with Kuroo throughout most of his life. He’s always glued to some kind of device as he juggles work, gaming, and streaming, so he’s appreciative of how you check in on him and make sure he’s eaten and drank enough and he won’t admit it, but he also loves how you comb his hair for him and style it. Really, it’s all fine...until it isn’t. 

Kuroo drops by the house one day and the three of you chat. Well, Kuroo and you chat while Kenma sits in front of his computer, typing and clicking away. Kuroo watches in amusement as you bring a plate of food to Kenma and spoon feed him bite after bite and his braying hyena laugh fills the room when he watches you take a napkin and wipe Kenma’s mouth for him. 

“Oi, Kenma, aren’t you a little too old to be treated like a baby? You can’t expect this kind of treatment all the time. But I have to admit, it’s kind of adorable.” 

Kenma ignores his best friend’s taunts, but his ears snap to attention at the sound of your laughter. 

“He’s cute! He’s like a little baby. It’s kind of sweet.” 

Kenma can feel irritation rising up within him. Were you making fun of him? With Kuroo? He watches the two of you cackle to each other at his expense and he can feel his pride being torn to shreds with every word that comes out of your mouth. You thought he was like a child? You felt like you were preparing to be a mom? He can’t even concentrate on the screen in front of him as his jaw clenches and his fists tremble with rage. He doesn’t know how he lasts the rest of Kuroo’s visit without visibly blowing up in front of you two, but finally his best friend says goodbye and it’s just the two of you.

You hum as you wash Kuroo’s mug and pour a cup of water for your boyfriend before walking over to his computer station and dropping the cup off on his desk, but you’re startled by the hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. Confused, you look at Kenma, but you bite your lip in nervousness as intense cat eyes glare at you. 

“Did you enjoy making fun of me all day with Kuroo?” Your heart drops and guilt eats at you as you profusely apologize to your boyfriend, but Kenma shuts you up with a scowl. “I don’t care if you’re sorry. You meant what you said, right? Do you even see me as a boyfriend? Or a man?” You immediately try to assure him, but he ignores your pleading words as he firmly pushes you down by the shoulders until you’re kneeling between his legs. You feel so small as you look up at him from your position and you shiver at his next words. “Prove it to me.” 

You scramble to pull down his pants, but anxiety makes you clumsy and your hands are shaking too much. Kenma scoffs. “I’m the baby? You can’t even do something as simple as this.” He removes his pants and he watches as you mouth at his cock, leave little kisses on his inner thighs, and gently fondle his balls. When he’s fully erect, he places a hand on your head and soothingly strokes your hair and you perk up, thinking he’s in a better mood, but suddenly he harshly tangles his fingers in your roots. “Open your mouth.” 

You obediently do as he says and you prepare to take his tip in your mouth, but you yelp as he shoves your head all the way down until your nose is brushing against his abdomen. You claw at his thighs as you attempt to get off and breathe, but he just firmly holds you there. You inhale as much as you can through your nose, but your throat aches and you whine. The vibrations from your throat make Kenma throw his head back and he begins roughly jerking his hips and tears leak from your eyes as your mouth is used as a fuck hole for your boyfriend. He’s never been this rough with you and you know your jaw will ache tomorrow, but something about how dominating and feral he is as he uses your body however he wants elicits something dark inside of you and your thighs clench together in arousal. 

Kenma smirks as he sees the telltale signs of lust on your face and he pulls you off of his dick with a lewd wet popping sound. He cruelly laughs at you when you whine and try to place your mouth on him again, but he just pulls your hair even tighter to hold you in place and you pout up at him. “Is kitten that desperate for cock? You’re drooling and begging for it like a whore. Does it taste that good? I think another part of you wants it more though.” He drags his foot against your clothed pussy and he smiles at the way you keen and grind against him. “Maybe you aren’t a kitten. Maybe you’re a puppy. You definitely look like a bitch in heat when you’re humping my foot like that. Strip and ride me.”   

You almost rip your clothing as you fling the articles off of you and Kenma bites his cheek when he feels how wet you are. Your knees are on either side of his thighs, your hands are tightly clutching his shoulder, and your mouth opens wide as you smoothly bottom out on his dick. He doesn’t give you even a second to adjust before he smacks your ass. “Don’t make me wait.” You moan as you frantically ride him, bouncing up and down in his lap while he just sits back, still fully clothed, and lazily stares at you. You clench your eyes in frustration. Kenma usually met you halfway in all your previous sexual activities, so you’re not used to doing all the work yourself and it’s not enough. No matter how fast or hard you ride his cock, it’s not enough and you try to move a hand to rub your clit, but Kenma holds your hands in his and you sob as you continue to do everything you can to find relief. But it’s useless and you find yourself groveling for your boyfriend to help you. 

“Kenma, please! Please help me cum.” Your boyfriend tauntingly coos at you. “You sure I’m man enough to help you? Wouldn’t want to get in your way. Didn’t you just tell Kuroo that you do everything around here? But you can’t even get yourself off. I wonder what Kuroo would think of you now if he saw what a slutty mess you are begging for me to help you.”

You wail as you desperately continue bouncing your ass. It feels so good. He’s filling you so well, but it’s not enough to reach your peak and you begin to plead again. “Kenma, I’m sorry! You’re more than enough for me. I can’t do this without you. Please help me. Please please please.” Kenma brings his fingers to your engorged clit and he watches in fascination as drool trickles down your face as you open your mouth in a silent scream. He’s not even moving his fingers, but you still try to rub yourself against his still digits. He teases you a little longer, just barely grazing your sensitive bud with his fingers as he holds his hand steady and he takes in the lewd sight of you lifting yourself up and down his shaft while trying to shake your hips enough to continuously brush your clit against his fingers. You look absolutely sex crazed as you work yourself into a frenzy on top of him. 

He wants to tease you for so much longer and he would if he could, but he can feel his own release just around the corner as you continue riding him. Deciding to take some pity on you, he sharply thrusts up into you, matching your rapid pace, and you scream at the added pressure and depth of each stroke as his balls slap against your ass. He rapidly begins to circle your clit and all it takes is a few more thrusts before your back arches and he can feel your walls spasm and milk his throbbing length. You collapse in his arms as he continues to brutally piston in and out of you in order to chase his own end. Your body twitches, overstimulated, but too exhausted to try and stop him and with a stuttering of his hips, Kenma grabs your hips with a bruising grip and sinks you fully down one last time as he spills his seed inside of you.

Panting breaths fill the room as the two of you recover. Kenma rubs soothing circles into your hips and whispers murmur after murmur of praise into your ear until he feels your body finally go still and fully melt. He gingerly slides out of you and he can almost feel himself getting aroused again at the sight of his cum and your juices dripping out of your ravaged cunt, but he quickly shakes the thought out of his head as he carefully carries you to the bathroom. He draws a bath and the two of you sit there together, his arms wrapped around your waist as you lean your torso and head back against his body. 

You finally find the strength to speak and with a raspy voice you apologize again, but Kenma just fondly kisses the top of your head. “I really don’t mind that you take care of me. I love it actually, but just try not to team up with Kuroo against me anymore. He’s bad enough just by myself. He doesn’t need any help from you.” You tiredly chuckle as you sink further into his hold. “I don’t know. If this is how sex is after I make fun of you with Kuroo, I might need to do it more often.” You squeal as a splash of water hits your face before retaliating with a splash of your own and any tension that had built up completely dissipates as the two of you playfully continue your water fight.   

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study abroad

summary: y/n has a different definition of teasing than tom and it leads to trouble.

warning: spanking kink. punishment kink. very very dirty. (sorry mom) soft tom at the end

A/N: hi loves. this is a bit different from what i usually write. i don’t have a lot of experience writing smut so i hope it isn’t too terrible.

<<part 4

harrison was long forgotten after y/n’s nap. tom stayed with her for a bit before hunting the much taller boy down and giving him a piece of his mind. and he didn’t walk away without a blow to the face. it hurt tom’s hand but it was worth it if harrison didn’t bother y/n again.

tom continued teasing her every chance he could and their little game continues like that for over a month. they both got what they wanted (her, many amazing nights with tom, and tom, who could still hold up his reputation without having to fuck every girl on campus. win-win) and it was fun while it lasted, but y/n was starting to fall for him and she needed answers.

“what are we?”. it doesn’t take long for he to ruin the silence. y/n didn’t want to ask, but she needed some clarity. she doesn’t want to be the girl tom could run to just for a quick fuck and she definitely doesn’t want to waste her time.

she rests her head in her hand as she lays on her side. “tom?”. he raises an unamused eyebrow at her.

his hand lifts up and flops back on his stomach. “what do you want us to be?”. he’s never been in this situation, in bed with some girl for the second time.

“well...”. y/n hasn’t been in this position before, in charge of...whatever was happening between them. she was always the one following his lead. “i was hoping we could be more than...”, she stops, not knowing what to label them. a friendship? friends with benefits? a possible romance?

“we’re not going to be anything unless you figure out what we are right now”. tom looks back to the ceiling. it’s harsh, tom knows that, and it’s confirmed by her few moments of silence. tom doesn’t think he’s ready to date again, not after his last experience.

“i-i don’t know, i-“, her voice is meek in comparison to a few minutes ago.

“i don’t want to date you”, tom says. he makes sure to keep his breathing steady. he doesn’t dare look at her, knowing that there would most likely be heartbreak behind her eyes. he’s not wrong. “but i don’t want anyone else to have you”, he adds. y/n hides a smile as she looks away for a moment. a part of her liked the idea of being his, but she didn’t want it to be a secret.

“so what does that mean?”, her thumb plays with his lip ring, something tom has grown to love. “i can’t be with other guys?”, she asks teasingly.

“no”, tom says coldly. something about his tone made a spark ignite inside of her.

“what if i disobey you?”, she asks quietly. she feels tom’s lip curl into an amused smile. he rests on his side and mirrors her position so they’re facing each other. tom leans in so close that their noses are just barely touching.

“you wouldn’t dare”. she can feel her heart pounding and tom could hear how shaky her breathing became. it drove him wild that he had such an affect on her. “would you?”, he asks. she shakes her head to confirm his words. “good girl”. that was her favorite pet name. it never failed to make her squirm a bit. she squeezes her legs together and she blushes as tom remains eye contact.

tom reaches into the blanket to softly to run his fingertips along her body. “someone’s eager for me”. he leaves small pecks on her cheeks. she nods and he calls her by her favorite name again. “not too sore?”, he teases.

she releases a shaky “no” and tom’s voice drops a few octaves. “good”, he says darkly. he brings her closer and starts tugging at the skin of her already-bruised neck. his fingers hook around the pants he let her borrow and he quickly pulls them down, along with her underwear. she sighs and he hikes her leg high up on his hip. tom releases himself from his sweats and she tugs at his roots and praises him as he slips inside of her.

it starts off slow, but tom can’t help himself with the way she was tugging at his locks. he picks up speed until the headboard is literally smacking against the wall. “tommy!”, she moans. he’s sure that his roommates downstairs can hear. he couldn’t care less at this moment.

he groans as she chants his favorite nickname over and over again and he picks up speed until she’s shaking and they’re both coming down from their highs.

“tommy. tommy. tommy!”

-

tom sighs as he leans against the wall, drink in hand. it’s saturday night and the party has barely started when he feels a hand rake down his chest. tom raises a brow at the blonde who was obviously already drunk. “i’ll pass, love”. she’s disappointed, but within a minute she’s found someone else to latch onto. she was pretty, but he doesn’t fuck drunk girls. it’s against his morals. and besides, she wasn’t y/n. no one was like y/n. it’s not long until a crowd of girls swarm him again. tom’s not interested, though. he just takes another sip of his drink and looks around in search for the only girl he actually wants to see, unimpressed by the group. they were all showing too much skin and were too desperate for him. it wasn’t his type, at least not anymore. tom ignores the girl’s cries to hook up with them as he walks to a few of his friends, who are already playing drinking games.

y/n comes a bit later. she feels sexy with her new outfit. it’s not something she would usually wear, being somewhat revealing, but not to the point where it’s slutty. it’s just enough to show off her assets but still leave much to the imagination. she blushes as guys immediately cheer and whistle at her. she’s handed a few drinks and she takes one, just to be polite. boys practically trip over themselves to talk to her and she laughs at their eagerness before she feels a hand on her waist.

“hello again, darling”. y/n holds in a gasp as she recognizes the accent. he hugs her from behind and plants kisses on her neck. his hand travels from her waist and he squeezes her ass. he laughs as she jumps. y/n turns to face him. she notices harrison’s cheeks are a bit flushed, he’s been drinking.

y/n gasps and places a hand on his cheek. “you’re hurt”, she says. her thumb strokes the skin just under the bruise. harrison smiles and shakes his head.

“i’ve survived through a lot worse, darling”. she takes a moment to look at him. his light curls are messy and a few pesky ones fall onto his forehead. his shirt is tucked into his dark pants and he has the first few buttons of his shirt undone. “you look stunning”. harrison’s words bring her back to reality. she involuntarily blushes under his gaze and she looks away.

“thank you. have you seen tom?”, she asks. she wants harrison away from her, not just for her sake, but for tom’s too. she doesn’t want to ruin the party because the boys were fighting over her. harrison nods and takes another sip of his beer.

“he’s with his fuck-buddy”, harrison rolls his eyes. y/n furrows her brows and looks around, finally spotting tom leaning against a pretty brunette as he laughs. tom nearly doubles over in laughter and she has to secure her arms around his waist to support his weight. y/n looks back to harrison and tries not to look so disappointed. she wishes she could make him laugh like that. he doesn’t show her that side of him too often. she shakes her head. she doesn’t know why she’s jealous. they aren’t even officially together. she doesn’t even know what they are, if she’s honest. tom had refused to claim her.

harrison can see her mood change. he furrows his brows and tilts her chin up. “hey”. harrison’s voice is soft and comforting. “fuck him. he’s missing out”. y/n laughs and shakes her head, commenting on the fact that he might have had a few too many drinks. “no, i’m serious”. harrison’s tone makes butterflies erupt in the pit of her stomach. he might be a bit foggy, but he wasn’t too drunk to not tell her the truth. “you’re an amazing girl”. this is the harrison that y/n liked. the one that was sweet and spoke his mind and gave her compliments. tom never did that. not in the same way harrison did, at least. y/n smiles at him as a blush fills her cheeks.

harrison smiles back at her and holds out his hand. “come on, i have some people i want you to meet”. he brings y/n over to the couch, introducing his friends to her. he sits and swiftly pulls her down with him, so she’s sitting on his lap. she looks down as harrison wraps his arm around her waist. although it feels wrong to do this y/n also finds it reassuring. harrison isn’t like tom. he isn’t afraid to claim her and show her off as his girl. that’s what she wanted.

it doesn’t take her long to warm up to the group, eventually laughing along to their jokes and telling a few herself. she was really a great girl and tom hasn’t seen that yet. he just wanted to see one side of her. but that wasn’t enough for y/n, not anymore. not when she can be treated how harrison treats her. like she’s the most important person in the room. harrison winks at her as he draws shapes on her arm. she bites her lip to suppress a smile. he’s proud of her for not letting tom get inside of her head too much.

“hey, isn’t that your girl?”. one of tom’s roommates gets his attention. tom perks up and follows his friend’s gaze. he glares at the light-haired boy when he notices her sitting in harrison’s lap.

“your girl? since when did you start dating?”. the brunette was shocked to hear the news and tom’s blood boils as he tells her to fuck off. his eyes snap back to the group on the couch and harrison gives tom a cocky smile. harrison takes a shot and quickly moves to lick some salt off of y/n’s neck. she’s giggling because it tickles, but harrison quickly silences her by pulling her into a kiss. she smiles as he puts a hand to her cheek and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. harrison’s group cheers and bangs on the table in front of them as it starts to get heated. she pulls away and laughs into harrison at his friend’s reactions.

what made tom break wasn’t the fact that harrison was kissing y/n, it was the fact that she was kissing him back. she was smiling. she enjoyed it, she wanted to do it. that’s what hurt the most. his friends hold him back by his arms but tom manages to break free from their grasp. “get the fuck off of me”. he storms over to the large group and grabs a hold of y/n’s wrist. tom pulls her off of harrison, which makes the much taller boy reach back for her.

“mate, why so pissy? we’re all just having fun here”, he says with a cocky smirk. y/n can feel tom’s hand shake with anger. she knows he’s holding back from hurting harrison.

“fuck off”, tom says through his teeth. he sees red as he pulls y/n away from the party. tom skips steps as he flies up the stairs towards his to his room. “who do you think you are?”. his voice is laced with venom. he’s angry, beyond angry that she would do something like that.

“me? what about you?”. she’s yelling now. “you invite me to this party and the first thing i see is your fuck-buddy on you!”. tom furrows his brows.

“who told you that? did harrison tell you that?”. y/n laughs. he’s so hypocritical. he wants her but doesn’t want to claim her and then gets mad at her when she sticks up for herself.

“why does it matter? you know what, i shouldn’t even be mad. i’m not your fucking girlfriend, anyway”. she can tell tom didn’t like her comment. “at least harrison respects me enough to show me off”.

tom hated that she brought that up. “watch your mouth”, he warns.

she pushes him and pounds on his chest. “fuck you! you’re an asshole, tom!”. tom catches her wrists and keeps them in a firm grip.

“what did i tell you?”. his voice lower significantly and it sends a chill down her spine. the one thing tom wouldn’t tolerate was disrespect. she needed to be taught a lesson.

tom lets go off his grasp and frantically pulls off her clothes, just leaving her in her underwear. he sits on the edge of the bed and bends her over his knee, holding her wrists behind her back with his large one. “what did i tell you about that? huh?”. tom kneads at her soft skin.

she’s panting. it all happened so fast and it takes her a moment for her brain to catch up to what was happening. “you-you said to be good”. she tries to keep her voice steady. her heart is pounding and she gasps as tom delivers the first blow to her cheek. the skin immediately turns pink and she bites her lip to keep from making noise.

“and what were you tonight?”. she knows that she misbehaved but tom wants to hear her say it for herself.

“bad”, she says meekly. her voice was muffled by the blankets and she gasps as another sound of a slap fills the room.

“say it louder”, tom says between his teeth.

“i was bad!”. pink and red cover her skin and small welts are starting to appear.

“you think you can flirt with other guys? harrison, especially? in front of me?”. tom’s voice gets louder as his hand comes down on her skin. she’s whining and squirming but tom doesn’t stop spanking her.

“no! no!”, she whimpers out. tom’s rings sting as it makes contact with her soft skin, but the cool feeling of them makes it pleasurable. she squeezes her legs together to get some relief. “i’m sorry!”. tom tisks and spreads her legs open, making her suffer.

“uh-uh, darling”. tom’s voice is calm now. her breathing picks up as he leans down to her ear. “you’ve been bad. you’re punished, remember?”.

y/n nods. “i’m sorry”, she whimpers in a small, innocent voice. but he has to teach her a lesson.

“it’s a bit too late for that, princess”. before she can say anything else tom tells her to stand up. she’s weak and wobbly, but tom rests his hand on her waist to steady her. he looks at her and his eyes soften as he rubs her sides. her face is flushed and her pupils are blown out. “did i hurt you, darling?”. this was a different side of tom that y/n had never seen before. a loving, caring, sweet tom that just wanted to know if she was okay.

y/n shakes her head. “it only hurt a little bit”, she says lowly. her voice is small and innocent, the opposite of what had just happened. he forgot how fragile she was. tom hums and pushes her forward. he wraps his arms around her waist and leaves soft kisses on her chest. this was the complete opposite from the tom she knew. normal tom would have wasted no time pounding her into the mattress by now. but instead, this tom was kissing her so lightly that he didn’t even leave any marks. “i’m sorry, tommy. are you still going to punish me?”, she asks curiously.

tom sighs and pulls back. he smooths his hand into her hairline and shakes his head. “you can’t handle it darling”, he says softly. y/n furrows her brows. although she did experience a little pain, she also experienced a lot of pleasure and she would hate if tom stopped before she could be pleased.

“y-yes i can!”. tom smiles softly at her and kisses her cheeks.

“trust me, you can’t”. he wasn’t trying to challenge her, he was trying to protect her from himself. she whines and straddles him. y/n doesn’t waste time before she’s nibbling at his neck. she begs him to keep going.

“yes i can. please don’t stop. i can handle it, please”. tom sighs. he’s about to decline when she pulls away and glares at him. “i can go sit on harrison’s lap again”. she’s testing him. she knows harrison sets tom off. she can see it now as he glares back at her and flares out his nostrils as he starts to breathe heavily.

“i dare you”, tom says darkly. she raises a brow and starts to move away from his lap, but he digs his fingertips into the skin of her hips. tom rolls over so her back is flat against the mattress. he doesn’t say anything as he quickly undoes his belt and tosses his jeans and shirt off, ripping her underwear off in the process. she reaches for him, but tom takes her small wrist between his large one and pins them above her head. “you want me to punish you?”. he grinds his hips into hers and she immediately cries out for him. “then be a good girl and keep your hands up”, tom’s threatening voice sends chills down her spine. he plants kisses down her chest and stomach. he sucks at the space right below her hipbone and she digs her fingers in his hair as a reflex. she gasps after a moment, realizing what she’s done. she’s apologizing but tom is already tightening the belt around her wrists. “i said be a good girl”. tom lines himself with her entrance and she gasps at how hard he is. “and you disobey me again”. his hips snap into hers and she lets out a loud moan.

tom’s hand trails up from her hip and finds itself around her throat. tom can feel vibrations as she whimpers in his hand. he groans and moves at a faster pace, their skin echoing as it slaps against each other. y/n calls out his name as she hooks her ankles around his waist to bring him closer. tom adjusts and curses as he hits her deeply. her moans are getting louder and she’s begging tom to let her touch him since her hands are still tied by his belt. tom just shakes his head and lets out a low groan. he’s getting close.

y/n whines and disobeys him for the third time tonight. she ignores him as he warns her. her hands cover his large one around her throat. “harder”, she whispers. tom squeezes just enough for his veins to outline his arms. she smiles at him as his grip tightens. tom lets out a desperate groan and buries himself in her neck. that devious smile was the dirtiest thing tom had ever seen from her. she’s not as innocent as he thought.

y/n loops her arms around his head, bringing him closer. both of them are shaking, about to reach their highs. “tommy, look at me please”, she begs. tom tightens his grip on her neck as he pounds into her. he can feel the silent scream against his palm. tom removes himself from the spot in her neck and looks at her. he so close that their noses are almost touching. tom watches as her face relaxes and her eyes roll back in her head. he gives one last thrust before he’s spilling into her. she reaches her high with a small sigh and tom finally releases his hand from her neck.

tom laughs as he finally relaxes. that was definitely the best sex they’ve ever had. “shit”. y/n lays there for a few moments, just letting out shallow breaths as tom plants sweet kisses on her cheeks and neck. “come back to me, darling”, he says softly. tom frees the belt from her wrists and her arms fall to her sides. he smooths his hand over her cheek and she lets out a small whimper. “that’s it, i’m right here”. y/n weakly wraps her hand around tom’s forearm.

she softly calls out his name and he just responds with more kisses on her soft skin. “shh, just rest”, he says. he pulls out and she lets out a whine at the loss of contact. tom lays with her and holds her close.

y/n shivers as tom pulls the blanket over them. “i told you you couldn’t handle it”. she can feel tom’s smirk and she weakly punches his chest. he laughs and kisses her forehead.

“i wasn’t too rough, was i?”. although tom was a dom he knew when to be soft with her. he knew she was fragile and worn out and just needed to be held. y/n buries herself in his neck and shakes her head. tom leans down and presses soft kisses to her eyelids and cheek and nose. it was as if he was apologizing just in case he had caused her any pain. her hand curls into his chest and she lets out little whimpers as he rubs her back and thighs until she falls asleep.

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[bing-fucker]

Ooooo I would very much like to see Wilford or someone fucking JJ during family movie night and yeah JJ is already quiet and yeah, everyone else in the room has fucked him before, but he's still biting his lips and trying to keep in all his little pants and gasps and be all sneaky like with it (ofc everyone else knows what's happening, but they're not gonna say anything that might disrupt it bc JJ looks so pretty when he's getting his brains fucked out)

Okay so before we get into it, a li'l explanation of how the Septics are arranged during movie nights; Marvin, Jameson, and Jackie sit on the couch, usually with Marvin and Jameson cuddling. Chase sits on a recliner, usually and is usually in charge of the remote. Henrik generally sits on the ground with Robbie, or on a loveseat against the wall by the couch. If Anti shows up, he generally sits on the ground in front of Jameson or Marvin so they'll play with his hair. None of that matters, but it's important to me that you know that.

Also! I couldn't think of an excuse for Wilford to be in movie night unless all the other Ipliers were there, and if that was the case, Jameson wouldn't let Wilford fuck him. Too many people. And we haven't gotten enough of Chase. So we get some Mean Daddy Chase (he's not actually mean, he just likes teasing). Endings a li'l weak and a cop out to avoid writing the orgie that occured, but oh well.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, teasing, slight degradation, Chase does make a slightly ableist comment, but he doesn't mean for it to be that way, daddy kink (I feel like Chase just as a whole has a daddy kink). As always, ask me to add any warnings!

Chase was planning something. Chase had been planning something for a while now. Movie nights were fun, sure, but they were getting a bit boring. There were no good movies out lately, and they'd already watched their whole collection of DVDs. So it was only right that Chase do something to entertain his friends!

"Hey, Jamie," Chase said, smiling. "Do you wanna sit with me tonight?"

Jameson looked over and nodded, smiling brightly. Marvin pouted briefly, but smiled when Jameson hugged him and went over to Chase. Chase grinned and pulled Jameson into his lap, dramatically kissing Jameson's cheek and making the little gentleman laugh.

"All righty, settle down," Chase laughed, tickling Jameson's ribs lightly before settling back against the chair. Jameson smiled and leaned against Chase's chest, tucking his head under the older's chin. Chase smiled and covered them both with a blanket, looping his arms around Jameson's waist innocently.

"V'hat are you plannink?" Schneep asked, looking at the pair skeptically.

"Can't I just want to cuddle with my friend?" Chase replied, snuggling Jameson closer.

"I don't trust you," Schneep muttered, turning back to whatever movie that Chase had put on for background noise of his plan.

Chase laughed and settled in to pretend to pay attention to the movie. Jameson squirmed slightly to get more comfortable and Chase gently gripped his hips to still him. The movie was boring. Which was exactly what Chase had wanted. He could already tell that Jackie was close to falling asleep from boredom, and they were only about fifteen minutes in. Chase wanted to wait a bit longer, so he supposed it was lucky that Marvin was texting Jackie memes in the groupchat to keep him awake. Jameson was also getting bored, but he was far too polite to bring it up. He always got squirmy when he got bored, and with him sitting in Chase's lap, it wasn't exactly conducive to waiting for further into the movie.

"Jamie, calm down," Chase muttered, gripping Jameson's hips tightly to still him.

"Sorry," Jameson signed, blushing faintly and stilling.

About an hour into the movie, Jameson's squirming reached a peak. Chase laughed softly as the gentleman practically bounced unhappily, a bit like a kid in a boring class. Which was sort of amusing to watch, but also unfortunate for the erection that had been growing for a while in Chase's jeans. Chase smirked slightly and pulled Jameson against his chest, gently resting his hand on top of Jameson's crotch. Jameson stilled, blushing a bit more.

"Something wrong, Jamie?" Chase purred quietly, gently grinding his palm against Jameson's crotch. Jameson gasped softly, blushing more and weakly grinding against Chase's hand. The gasp, soft as it was, seemed to at least gather Jackie's attention, as he turned towards the pair. Chase smirked and moved the blanket to the side, letting the hero see as he pushed his hand down Jameson's pants and gently stroked him.

"Chase," Jameson signed shakily, blushing brightly. "Chase, we are with the others!"

"Yes, I am aware," Chase replied, slowly pushing Jameson's pants down his thighs and grabbing the small bottle of lube from his own pocket. He had planned for this, after all. Jameson blushed more and bit his lip, trying to silence his gasps further as Chase carefully pushed two lubed fingers into him. Across the room, four of the others remained oblivious for now, but Jackie stared with a deep blush.

"Chase," Jameson signed, biting his lip and trying not to pant too loudly.

"I know, baby," Chase replied, hooking his free arm under Jameson's leg, lifting and spreading it so Jackie could see his fingers moving inside of Jameson. "Does it feel good, baby?" Jameson nodded, gasping as Chase's fingers crooked against his prostate. Jackie groaned softly at that, drawing Marvin's attention first to Jackie and then to Chase and Jameson.

"Holy shit," Marvin muttered, shifting to hide his growing erection- a change from Jackie, who was rather blatantly palming himself.

"Jamie~" Chase purred, leaning down and kissing Jameson's neck gently. Jameson opened his eyes to look at Chase, pupils blown wide. "Do you want more, baby? You want daddy to fuck you?" Jameson gasped and nodded, rocking down against Chase's fingers desperately.

"I dunno if you deserve to, baby," Chase replied, lifting Jameson's leg higher to tease him. "You were pretty squirmy earlier, baby. Weren't very nice to daddy, were you?" Jameson blushed and shook his head, looking at Chase with a pout.

"I think I should get to have my fun for a bit longer, baby," Chase purred, watching Marvin hit Anti's head and point over to Chase and Jameson. Chase grinned and pushed another finger into Jameson, drawing another gasp from the gentleman that got Schneep and Robbie's attention. Jameson closed his eyes again, biting his lip.

"Do you think the others don't see you?" Chase purred. "For a mute, you're very loud, baby. They can all see you, baby. See what a slut our little gentleman really is~" Jameson blushed more, hesitantly opening his eyes before quickly squeezing them shut again at how much everyone was staring at him.

"I z'hink z'hat's enough teasink, Chase," Henrik cut in, watching the pair.

Chase looked over at him and frowned. "I suppose so," he replied, pulling his fingers out of Jameson and letting go of his leg. Jameson turned and hid his face in Chase's neck, gasping softly as Chase slowly pushed his cock inside of him.

"There we go, baby," Chase groaned, once again lifting Jameson's legs and letting the others watch as his cock moved in and out of Jameson. "You feel so good, Jamie~ Your little hole takes me in so eagerly~"

Jameson gave a whining gasp, pressing his face further against Chase's neck. Chase grinned and moved faster, releasing Jameson's hip and gripping the gentleman's jaw to turn his face toward their audience.

"C'mon, baby," Chase purred, kissing Jameson's cheek gently. "Look at your audience, baby. Look at how much they all love watching daddy fuck your slutty little hole~" Jameson blushed and hesitantly opened his eyes, looking out at the others. Jackie and Marvin at this point were making out, Marvin in Jackie's lap and both grinding against each other as they watched Jameson and Chase. Robbie and Anti were both blatantly jerking themselves off, and the only one who seemed mostly unaffected was Schneep, who offered Jameson an encouraging smile.

"See," Chase purred, fucking Jameson harder. "Look how much they love you~" Jameson gasped louder, rocking his hips down against Chase desperately as he came, dirtying his shirt with a deep blush.

"Look at that," Chase teased. "Look how quick you came, just from me fucking you~" Jameson blushed deeply, shuddering with after shocks that quickly sent Chase over the edge as well. Jameson blushed and relaxed against Chase, hiding his face shyly.

"Well," Anti purred, standing and going over to Jameson and Chase. "I think it's a bit unfair if only you two get some fun, hm~?"

"As long as our baby agrees, I don't see why not," Chase replied, grinning. Jameson blushed and reached up, gripping Anti's shirt with shaky hands before pulling him into a kiss.

It was most definitely going to be a long night.

[azaraspirit]

Concept: making out with pop punk/emo!Tom to *insert pop punk band here* and it leads to something more 😏 because isn’t that the dream? Or at least my dream

ok nonnie you’re making me really like punk tom and im here for it and i would like more punk tom concepts in my life and im probably gonna get a bit carried away with this haha

“Okay if you’re gonna be with Tom, then I want Harrison.” Hannah said as you two drove home. 

You rolled your eyes. “Really, Haz? He seems kind of a dick...” From what you saw, Haz didn’t seem like the bf type and you weren’t sure if you wanted your friend with a guy like that.

“You can’t say shit. You don’t even like metal, remember?”

“Okay you got me there. I just don’t want you to get hurt. But maybe he won’t be so bad when we hang out later tonight.”

Hannah almost slammed the brakes. “Wait so you’re actually going with this?!”

You shrugged, grinning. “Why not? Besides Tom is pretty cute and was really concerned about my health. That shows character.”

“You just wanna bone him.” she spoke.

You dropped your lower draw and shoved her arm. “Do no!”

“Oh, so if the chance comes up you wouldn’t kiss him?” she sneered.

“I barely know him!”

“I noticed you didn’t answer the question.”

You opened your mouth but no words came out and heat rushed to your cheeks. “Yeah well...”

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Okay maybe...so let’s get something nice to wear for tonight?”

“Already on it.”

Tom texted you the info for tonight. You smiled as you texted back, Hannah watching from the side as she pulled in the parking lot of the mall. “Where’s it at?”

“Some club downtown. So nothing to fancy? Maybe wear black? He seems to like that color.” Yeah maybe you wanna impress him, just enough to show that you like him. 

I’ll wear something black you texted him.

Don’t be stealing my look now, y/n he replied.

Psh maybe I’m starting a goth phase too

We could always have another band mate ;)

funny i cant sing worth shit 

Maybe just be on the stage and look pretty

You laughed as you replied, Hannah perking her brow in interest. “What is he saying?” 

“Nothing.” You stuck a tongue at her. Pretty? He thinks I’m pretty?

“Rude.” she replied.

My friend likes Harrison btw you texted when Hannah wasn’t looking. She’ll thank me later, you thought, grinning.

Your phone buzzed, Tom already replying. Funny he likes her too. We gotta set them up tonight. 

For sure.

You and Hannah focused on your outfits, you putting your phone in your pocket. 

“I’d like something fun,” you said, checking out the racks. “Maybe like a black party dress or something.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. Maybe this?” She pulled out a gown, a bit short for your liking and had a v neck that would show too much boob.

“God, Hannah! I’m not a hooker! That’s way too low cut!”

“Jeesh, sorry Grandma.” Hannah rolled her eyes but instead of putting it back, she kept it.

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

“What? I’m not afraid to show some skin.”

“How are we even friends?” you laughed.

“Don’t question our friendship, just enjoy it.” Hannah remarked.

You laughed again, still looking through the clearance section. “Not much black here.” you murmured.

Something caut your eye from the back wall. You moved towards it to get a better look and you eyes widened. A black dress hung from the wall. It was simple yet elegant. It was sleeveless with a curved neck line designed with ruffles. You rushed over to it and grabbed your size, immediately going to the dressing room.

You came back out and your friend whistled. “Damn girl!”

“Not too fancy is it?”

She shook her head. “You look hot!”

You waved her off, scoffing. “Please.”

“You’re definitely getting it.”

“What about yours?” You both went back into the dressing room. You switched to your normal clothes and Hannah tried her dress on. 

“I look perfectly slutty,” Hannah smiled.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall. “I feel sorry for Haz.”

“Shut up.” Hannah scolded.

You both made your purches and went to a couple more shops and grabbed lunch. With a new dress, comes new shoes and accessories too. 

*

Find anything black? Tom texted.

You blushed, smiling as you replied. Yeah. We both did. 

Mind if I get a look see?

Not till tonight.

Aw man thought I could get a preview

nope

damn ok well see you soon

see ya

You drove this time, pulling up to the club. The guard blocked the entrance but Tom stepped outside to speak to him but he was too busy staring at you before doing so. 

You both giggled. “I think he likes the dress.”

“You look amazing.” he breathed.

“Thanks. You do too.” He was dressed in black also but a little nicer than when he was on stage when you first saw him, wearing a button down shirt and matching jeans. He still had on eyeliner which was really turning you on. 

“They’re with me.” he told the guard and he let you guys pass. 

“Glad you guys came. Haz wouldn’t shut up about it.”

You laughed. “Yeah well neither did Hannah.”

Tom led you to a more private area of the club on the second floor. “How famous are you guys?”

He shrugged. “Enough to have our own club.”

“I told you about this before. But you weren’t listening.” Hannah informed.

You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, they made it!” Haz said, a little too excitingly, as you guys approached them.

“You okay?” he asked you.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine now.”

Haz looked over at Hannah, and smiled. “Wow you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you, you too.”

“Wanna dance?”

Hannah nodded and Haz took her hand, leading her off somewhere. “Well that went well.” you told Tom.

“Haz is a ladies man, what can I say?”

“What about you?”

“Not as easily impressed.”

“Darn. Cause I kind of like you.” you blurted out, before you could stop yourself.

Tom stepped closer to you, resting his hand on your back. He nipped at your ear lobe. “I like you, too.”

Your entire frame shuddered, goosebumps flooding your skin. You had no self control as you kissed him, pulling him close to you. His hands found your waist and kissed back, heat building between you. You didn’t care that everyone could see. You didn’t care that you barely knew him. You just didn’t. Care. All you wanted his lips against yours and his hands all over you. 

You pulled back, blinking out of surprise.

“What?” he grinned.

“You have a tongue piercing?” 

“Oh yeah.” He stuck his tongue our, revealing the silver stud. You nearly cummed on the spot.

“Damn, that’s hot.”

“Wanna know how it feels?” he asked.

You nodded, gawking at him.

Tom kissed you again and after a few seconds, you let him slip his tongue in your mouth and good god! It was such a turn on feeling the little round stub against your tongue.

You moaned as you kissed, sucking on his tongue. Tom held you even tighter. You pressed him against a black column and gripped his hair.

After that, it was all a blur. You forgot about anyone else and you wanted your clothes to be anywhere but on your body. Tom managed to tear away from you and led you to some dark room where things continued to heat up.You weren’t sure what happened. But it was damn hot and you were still coming down from your high as you slipped your dress back on, Tom zipping you up.

“You think they noticed our absense?” he asked.

“Please I bet they did the same thing we did.”

Tom laughed. “Maybe we can stay for a while then.”

“Hm, I think that’s a good idea.” You pulled him into another heated kiss, Tom moaning. You could not get enough of that tongue piercing. 

“You’re so hot.” you moaned. 

Tom smirked, licking his lips as he gazed at you with darkened eyes. “Funny. Was gonna say the same about you.”

[elarrendajoazul]

Shopping Sucks (Morby fanfic)

DISCLAIMER: Shipping and adult stuff incoming. 

Based on this: http://adultnarwhalshinyeyes.tumblr.com/post/147128289497/two-variants-of-the-same-thing-i-dont-know

Info: Searching for new clothes in the summer, because of an upcoming visit to the beach, Mordecai will force Rigby to buy some swimsuits for this special occasion. What Mordecai is not aware, is that Rigby may not be open to it , and the reason could be much deeper than she know, very important reasons. 

Fanfic here!

First day of summer: in a clothing shop. The preparations of their free week vacation begin.

-          Never cared of what to wear if you just wanna take a break!

-          You may be burned, or passed out; your back’s tanned like a flaming ham!

-          Checkin’ cute guys all around oh you better beware watch your sight!

-          If you just take a little nap you may get covered in freaking sand!

“Oooooooooooh!”

The daily laughs of two girls were heard very close to the swimsuit store.

Mordecai and Rigby were there to go shopping.

-          Dude, this will be awesome! Did you remembered to tell Margo?

-          Ugh, dude! I didn’t even need to ask him, they completely agree with us about going to the beach! He will come up with the car.

-          Just like the time he said he would camp with us but “nooooo, that’s too childish for me!” Without warning us, he left to cover another rally from “Mayor Douchebag” from another stupid town, population: DUMB!

-          Uuuugh! I’m sure he won’t fail us! No worries, he will be! Besides, he just told me that Eugene is going to be there too!

-          Pffft, right, “I’m sooo thrilled”

Just after saying that, Rigby’s arms were closed at the moment; her excitement for being in the store was just cooled down right after “that” brought her attention. Just a quick “no” whimpered through her head, she tried to assimilate much of the panic that was trying to surface throughout her inner emotion rollercoaster.

Her mental fears were interpreted as an “industrial complex” being incinerated through fire and flames, very small Rigbys were running on circles inside the complex trying to save their lives, only because she just discovered that the store were running out of….

-          Bikinis!

Mordecai, on the other hand, she didn’t knew what to do with all that much, she was so captivated about the shiny looking colors that she was desperately anxious about trying to take them all as it was possible.

Every pair had on the superior top a bright yellow shiny patch promoting a discount which disclaims: SUMMER SALES.

-          Ooooooh! They even got of my size!

“You…Idiot!” Rigby quickly thought, after watching with jealousy how Mordecai was just too lucky to find clothes: “How can she even like those!? They’re like… too many…. Agh!”

She was clearly objecting for the bikinis’ shiny little colors.

Outside, Rigby was following her, she was walking with her closed arms, with mostly a resentment look and an unfair judgement on her face; completely showing a reflex of negation and immaturity. Could it be that she did not like bikinis that much?

Meanwhile, Mordecai just picked the first clothes of their election, a pink bikini filled with sparkling diamonds all around, after that, she decided to look deeply only for her friend.

-          Rigby, they even got some for you!

Shock and disgust covered over her tiny angry raccoon face. On the same time, her blue jay friend covered her back with her right arm, leaning his whole body through the other shoulder, and with her left, she was trying to show her:  the same pink bikini.

-          Don’t you even dare! This…. –she points at her body drawing imaginary curves through it with her hands – will never wear something….like…THAT!

-          Oh, don’t be such a crybaby

-          YOU ARE SUCH A CRYBABY!

Mordecai knew right after that moment: Rigby didn’t even want to bear with those bikinis. It’s never too late to find the truth, so as for the young blue jay, it was time to make her raccoon friend, totally mad! A bright opportunity only for the main reason to have a little bit of fun and safe entertainment.

-          Rigbyyyyyy….

With malice and innocence all disguised, Mordecai came closer to their shoulders, docking her hips with theirs, covering the frontal part of her body with the bikini she just choose for her, pretending like she was just wearing them.

-          Oh no! Don’t come at me with the puppy eyes again!

Mordecai protects her face as a blanket; her blue eyes were glowing over the pink silk, a match between a blue clear sky and the sands of a heated day, till the point of burning. With that strategy, she was taking advance of her cute birdie face to convince her friend, something that would never happen because how stupid that idea was.

Rigby, ashamed of Mordo’s antics, the lame one, she just looked at her eyes with a deadly glare, commanding her to stop, don’t matter how cute she would be, that would never change her mind.

Now, the fight was becoming as the preparation of a shooting scene in an old cowboy film: face to face, Rigby’s stare was clashing against Mordecai’s innocent look. They were too tough to get beaten.

-          We got to try them on anyways, Rigby.

-          That’s…. that’s what I don’t want to wear!

-          Ha! Well, look for some other stuff and let’s try that, then!

-          I don’t like bikinis…. I like….swimsuits!

Mordecai could not believe that, she was the number one fan of bathing suits. She cannot help to picture Rigby wearing a swimsuit just like she just request, like these swim training uniforms. Her rack looked bigger, hips were looking wider and to her head: there was a bathing cap.

Rigby wanted to end the interrogation, so she tried to answer with the most purest honesty she never had in like ever, surrounded by a lot of shame and embarrassment that even made Mordo feel sympathy and kindness to her. Anyways, questions were just coming.

-          Do you really like those suits!?

-          Yeah…. To set this… – again she did the same gesture with her hands around her body, pointing through bust and hips – under control.

-          And I’m the baby here!? C’mon! – Mordecai could not still believe it!

-          Stop talking! I feel much comfortable in that way! – Tension just cooled down, prior that, there was feeling a civil war out there, but now, peace talks were just in the making, calmly explaining their worries – I just want to buy some of them! But there are no swimsuits in here!

-          Go to the kids’ store! With the size you have it’s gotta be easy to fit on those clothes!

 Silence on the store. Rigby then explode like a volcano.

-          STOP TALKING!

Mordecai laughed without a break, she just accomplished what she just wanted! She couldn’t even resist it, she just hugged the mad out of Rigby to prevent her incessant hamboning to strike her arms, they felt like buzz stings but they really hurt anyway.

When the storm just calmed down, Mordecai just made her offer again.

She kneeled to talk better with her.

-          Dude, we won’t be spending a whole day on the beach just because I want to make you feel bad. This is the only free week we will have and I want to hangout, have some fun! Yes, we’ll be only four there, but Rigby… you’re the only person who can really made this trip really…fun. Besides, I think you can definitely rock these babies!

-          Is it possible there would be a…?

-          Yeah. The room is over there and we can try them. I don’t know if that compromises with hygiene rules or something like that, but I don’t make the rules. Pick some of them and I’ll bring the same model for me!

Headed to the dressing room, Mordecai and Rigby changed their clothes in the same booth.

The first pair to try out was a purple suit without straps over the shoulders; the bra only covered the circumference of the breasts and nothing more! That was the chosen game by Mordecai since the beginning, for the fact that the color emphasizes her clear skin, highlights the belly button and showed how flat her abs were, she could package an acceptable size of boobage and really surfaces her frontal part with a subtle cleavage.

Rigby, felt like she was sausage, in her mind she imagined as a jumbo hot dog just like the big ham she was feeling like. She saw that her tits where flooding out of the bra, trying to come out of every single fissure, her flesh was trying to escape, a little glimpse of their areolas can be looked on the outside, ruining any chance of wearing that on the beach.

-          No!

Next: the pink diamond game. Mordecai could see why she choose that bathing suit on the first place: even though it was cute and had some bright colors: the added skirt on the inferior part played with the illusion of catching something more if you could watch under it. Eyes would go straight to her butt even though she admits that was a little too slutty to wear.

Maybe on other time, she would have tried to attract Margo wearing that, but it could never happened that chance of going to the beach in these days, and less in that time, they only knew a little between each other. It was really a shame to not look her wearing that anymore.

The bra finally got the conventional form with straps on their shoulders, but for Rigby the problem was down under.

-          Too... tight!

Her hips don’t lie! A little silk by a narrow margin were covering most part of the surface, over her buns, a thin line divide poorly every part, a little bit of their buttocks were escaping of the lateral holes the underwear had: I do not want to talk about the corrupted skirt covering only her waist, letting it to spoil the mystery in need to decode inside it. Her tail was wagging with disappointment trying to cover up the imminent tragedy.

With hands on her butt, again embarrassing thoughts climb up to Rigby’s face, painting it in red. This happened to rise quickly after seeing Mordo smiling with sympathy and pleased of what she was seeing, making Rigby to get angrier.

Finally, a pair of white with blue shades on, made only to highlight dark skin, perfect for Rigby!

-          That bra is open to someone else, dude. It’s just too big for me.

Mordecai could not fit for the bra, she was few cups smaller, but for Rigby, her perfect sized bikini was awaiting for her, or in that case: her “problem resolver” was on the case!

Problem resolved! A breath of relief showed calm on little Rigby, their hands were led to rest over her breasts, extremely surprised of the magnitude of their size; she could not believe she was wearing a bathing suit who could not see her as a hog, but as hot and attractive as she can always aspired to be!

On their hips, underwear was covering everything, nicely. It was as careful and tighter as panties could possibly ever be!

Her ass had size, volume, curves! But even skin was not yet to be seen!  

Rigby was so proud over herself she was not aware of the flash of the recent taken photo that was taken. That completely fell off her balance.

-          Dude, what the fuck are you doing down there!?

-          Hang on! Hang on! I’m gonna send this pic to Margo and Eugene!

-          Noooo!

Rigby jumped to Mordecai to stop the sending. Now they were both on the ground.

-          Do you have any idea of what you’re doing!?

-          I’m showing to the guys what you’re gonna wear at. I’ll do the same!

-          But… I’m not ready yet! I don’t want me to be seen like…Don’t…send it!

A gasp of surprise came shortly for Mordecai as the time she aware to see Rigby pouring tears off her eyes; Rigby could not even handle the fact to be looked like that, crying and sobbing, with ultra-intensified senses after doing everything she didn’t even want to do in the first place, but the trust she put on Mordecai was so blind, that it was impossible to stop it.

She felt so much confidence around her that she even had the guts to confess her a so little but a so complicated truth that it was believing to be oversized and disproportionate when she tries to wear bikinis, even though she will always know they are too small for her.

“I didn’t know… you will felt too bad for wearing that…”

Rigby cleaned her eyes to see with much clarity, Mordecai was trying to channel her again:

-          I just… went too far, right?

Rigby looked back to her, while she was sobbing and aching for her constant pain. Shortly, after an abrupt end for the heart break, the hug silenced the raccoon.

Mordecai’s arms were all around her, her head was over her shoulder, Rigby remained quiet and goosebumps make her feel shaky, because of the sudden hug action. Close to her ear, Mordecai’s beak got closer to it.

-          If your tears ruin my bikini…. I’m gonna have to kill you.

To calm her down, Mordecai just could come up with that. Rigby could not help but laughing. Rigby shoved Mordecai’s face only with her hands.

-          Not so fast! Because my ninja skills will vastly destroy your puny face!

Rigby smacked without mercy on Mordecai’s face. She screamed a humoristic growl, just like the death of a giant pig. They both laughed on the same wide margin.

They both knew the feud was over and Mordecai tried to shove Rigby by pointing her out with a hand sign.

-          C’mon, let’s make a pic just to see how great we look!

Without anything else, kneeling on the floor, their bodies clash between shoulder and shoulder. Mordecai’s big hands come in handy to bring aim to her phone’s camera. On an aerial take, a selfie was shot to capture a both bright juvenile smile, an exciting emotion that were fearlessly awaiting for a week free of jobs and the happening of an unforgettable moment.

Beach day was finally here! Night was just about to drop by over the coast.

Eugene and Rigby were seated under the same umbrella; Rigby cannot fall with the boring chit-chat Eugene was trying to come up with.

The only difference was that Rigby was wearing the same bikini she completely adorbs on that shop.

In secret, Margo and Mordo were standing on the car, looking at the stars.

-          It was so nice of you doing that for her.

-          Oh…. That? Shucks, its fine. I only prove her that bikinis can look cute on her too!

-          But you said she did not like them.

-          Pfffft. Nonsense right? Ha! It was only a matter of color, I guess…?

-          Could it be possible that she was upset for not fitting on them right?

Mordecai’s silence just sealed the last nail on the coffin.

-          Fuck you.

-          Ha-ha, okay! You can’t hide anything to a reporter! Besides, that pic you send me the other day, she looks too damn cute! I can see she is so in love of what she’s wearing!

-          I told her that I would not send that. You’re the only one whom I send to, so please, delete it!

-          Okay. Just a moment, it’s just too important for her anyways.

Mordecai and Margo stared silently to Eugene and Rigby as they were talking.

The pic was deleted, only leaving to Mordecai, a bittersweet memory.

The wave’s crush was the only noise that can be heard through the beach.

-          If you jerked off my friend’s pic I swear I’m gonna kill you!