#i have so many asks to answer still……… i’m sorry 🧎

[daaydreamy]

on my knees begging for the absolute filthiest most obscene blurb about rimming sub!h for the very first time and how the idea gets brought up 🥺🙏🏻🧎🏻‍♂️ sorry for being weird, love your work ❤️

trembling still

summary: harry and y/n try something new. 

warnings: coarse language, smut, rimming (m receiving)

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“Oh f-fuck, yeah, please.” Harry sighed out dreamily, burying his face into the pillow beneath him to hopefully muffle his loud whines and moans, arching his back and pressing himself against Y/N’s face even more, before he even realized that was what he was even doing, quickly curving his back upwards once more as his cheeks grew hot in embarrassment. He glanced over his shoulder for a second to look at Y/N, and he felt one of her hands slide up the back of his thigh all the way up to his back, sliding it down again slowly whilst pressing down, as if she was encouraging him to arch his back. She wanted to see how much he was enjoying it since his face was facing away from her.

“Just relax…” She chuckled softly after pulling away, looking over at where he had squished his face into a pillow, “Does it feel good?” She asked as she started mouthing at the soft flesh of his ass, gently biting to see what reaction that would elicit from his body and a subtle way to make him answer. 

“So good.” Harry replied airily, letting his grip on the pillow loosen, his back now arched downwards beautifully and Y/N hummed in satisfaction.

“You want me to eat you out?” Y/N asked as she put her phone down on her lap, where she had been scrolling on Pinterest for quite a while. Y/N had always been open to trying new things with Harry, sexual or not, and she wasn’t exactly sure why he was still so nervous despite her telling him exactly that many, many times. She liked trying new things with him, practically loved it.

“...Yeah?” Harry replied tentatively, cheeks still insanely hot and insanely pink. He just wanted to try it since he saw a porn video about it a little while ago when Y/N was on a business trip for a week, which ended with a hand over his mouth, eyes squeezed shut tightly, his toes curled deliciously, and his phone long forgotten beside him because he got so lost in his thoughts and filthy fantasy of Y/N eating him out until he was all sensitive, shivering and squirming.

“Then relax, let me make you feel good.”

a/n: super not weird at all, i hope this was okay!! loved this concept and i’m so glad you enjoy my work!! i actually have a longer version of this in my google docs that i never got the motivation to finish... should i finish it? but thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated! mwah mwah 💋

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[xshinigamikittenx]

I have no idea if this is still open if not ignore this

but kyotani and yellow

Okay first of all I’m SO sorry this took so long. I have been SUFFERING with writers block for a min but I wanted attempt this. I hope it doesn’t suck. 🥲🧎🏽‍♀️

tw/cw: jealous kyotaniiii 😩 otherwise none, this is pretty fluffy. Eluding to a lil something at the end. 😏

“Kyo, you’re being an asshole.”

He snaps his head over at you, golden fiery orbs boring into your glaring eyes. “What?” He growls, knuckles turning white from his grip on the steering wheel.

“We’re together, you and me. I don’t give a fuck about anyone else. You can’t act like this every time some other guy talks to me.”

The image of Tsukki standing so close to you, actually fucking smiling down at you after you congratulated him on his performance during their last match was like a stubborn flame he couldn’t put out. It fucking burned, even thinking about seeing you with someone else. Their hands on your skin, your lips turning up at the corners before you laugh, your eyes softening around the edges when you’re genuinely happy. Those moments were for him, he wanted them all, he cherished them. He doesn’t understand what you don’t understand about that. And he sure as hell doesn’t know how to put all that shit into words.

He shifts his eyes back to the road ahead, eyebrows furrowing angry grooves into his sharp features. “I’m not acting like anything,” he snaps, “I’m being who I’ve always been and if giving a shit about you makes me an asshole then fuck it, I’m an asshole.”

You sigh, the tightness in your chest loosening it’s grip as his words settle into you. You could hear it, just under the grit of his voice, the chasm of vulnerability nestled between his lungs, the well of insecurity he tries so desperately to mask in pointed words and clenched teeth.

You feel the car decelerating as you look out at the traffic ahead, your eyes fixating on the yellow light signaling everything to slow down. You take a breath, inhaling the deafening silence that hung between you steeped in so many words you both wanted to say but weren’t sure how.

You both sit like this as the car stops, for what seems like infinite moments, and then his hand slides over the center console, reaching for you. His touch is so soft against your skin, you almost don’t realize he’s grazing your knuckles with his finger tips, wordlessly asking permission to hold you in the best way that he can.

You look over at him, meeting his amber eyes, probing you for a sign that this was okay. The ferocity most people see during warm ups, the vicious force of determination and will he radiates during a game has always been his answer to feeling inferior. What the general public viewed as intimidating you marked as passion. When he cares about something he gives it everything he’s got and you were no exception.

You interlace your fingers with his and he exhales, flooding the air with relief before he leans over, bringing the back of your hand to rest against his forehead.

“I’m an asshole,” Kyotani grumbles, his eyes closed as he speaks.

“Yeah,” you say, leaning in to cup the side of his face with your hand. His eyes fly open at your touch, his jaw clenching as he lift his head to meet your gaze. “But you’re the asshole I fell in love with.”

His eyes widen at your words, and it’s as if you can see them sinking into him, his shoulders loosening like the tension stringing him up has been cut.

Then the sounds of car horns blaring behind you snap him back into reality. The light ahead of you glowing green as cars pass by while you remain still. His eyebrows furrow before whipping his head around.

“Alright! Alright! Shut up already!” He yells to the traffic behind you.

You stifle a laugh as he looks back towards the road, keeping his hand interlocked with yours while he hits the gas with a vengeance.

“Babe!” You squeal, your body pushing back into your seat.

“What?” He smirks over at you, “I’m tryin’ to get you home so the ‘asshole you fell in love with’ can show you how sorry he is.”