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UNDER THE COVER | s.jy

MDNI! MDNI! MDNI!

pairing: librarian!Jake x fem!reader

cw/tw: librarian!Jake, badboy!Jake, smut, fluff, mentions of assault and sa, drugs, sex in a public building, pet names, praise, face fucking, masturbation, kissing, mentions of murder (one line)

synopsis: Love was never your goal, preferring to keep your nose in a book while sitting in an isolated corner of your favorite library. But then you met Jake Sim: the quiet librarian who wore sweaters and button downs, the man who treated every book like a treasure, the man that you felt was perfect for you. You knew better than to judge a book by its cover, but who would have known your quiet library crush was the exact opposite of what you'd expected?

featuring: jay and sunghoon (iconic bffs!)

wc: ~6.9k

PART 2

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“Finals are kicking my ass, man,” Sunghoon stretched his arms above his head as he dramatically groaned.

Jay nodded, his notes every shade of the rainbow from his color coded highlighting method of studying. “You can say that again,” he capped the red highlighter and put it behind his ear.

“Finals are kicking my ass, man,” Sunghoon repeated, laughing when Jay threw the yellow highlighter at him.

The two turned to you, your head falling as your eyes began to shut. “Y/N!” Jay shouted. Sunghoon pressed his finger against his mouth and shushed him. “Piss off, Hoon. We're in a soundproofed study room,” Jay sneered.

Your head shot up, hands flying into the table to catch yourself. “The proper function is forty-four,” you mumbled as your eyes opened. “Oh, sorry. I had a dream I had already taken the final,” you rubbed your eye with your wrist.

Sunghoon put his hand over your forehead. “Y/N, if you don't sleep enough, your score’s gonna be a forty-four,” he said, his tone laced with worry.

You smiled, pinching the bridge of your nose. Sunghoon ran his hand over the ponytail you held your hair in, bringing the hair over his head. “Jay, you think I could work long hair?”

“I don't even think you can work basic algebraic equations,” he scoffed. Sunghoon frowned, sitting back upright.

He looked at his notes before groaning in agony. “I'm done for the night, guys. It's, like, seven at night and I'm tired,” he whined.

“Yeah, I think I'm gonna head home, too. You coming, Y/N?” Jay asked as the two stood, packing their notes and pencils.

You shook your head. “No, I'm gonna get a little bit of reading therapy in,” you smiled, thinking of your favorite character.

The two boys looked at each other with a raised brow. Sunghoon wiggled his at Jay, the other returning the action to create some sort of impromptu language. “Are you sure it's therapeutic reading?” Jay asked tenderly.

“Or is it ‘I wanna fuck that hot librarian’?” Sunghoon finished the point, sliding onto the table in front of you.

Your ears turned red, the mental image Sunghoon painted making you sweat. The two burst into laughter, clapping loudly and pointing at you. “She totally does! Y/N has a crush!” Jay shouted.

You slapped your hand over his mouth. “It's soundproof in here, not a solitary confinement cell! They can definitely hear your walrus laughter!”

Jay faked shock, slapping his hand against his chest and holding the table for support.

Ignoring him, Sunghoon leaned his elbows against the table next to you. “So, whatcha likin’ about this dude?”

You squeaked. “I- um-”

Jay returned to his position on the other side of you, his hand on your shoulder. “Is he loud, badass, smokes a lot of weed and parties all night, muscle tees and ripped jeans, maybe a print-”

“Alright, alright!” You shouted. “Remind me to put some soap in your mouth, Jay,” you wagged your finger in his face. He snapped his jaw at you, following your finger. “He's the exact opposite, actually. He's quiet, really kind, he’s not into the party scene, he doesn't wear anything too showy-”

“So he's just like you?” Sunghoon interrupted, pulling the edge of his sweater onto his shoulder.

You nodded, a cheesy grin coming over your lips. “And how do you know all this?” Jay raised his brow. “I doubt you've hung out with him.”

“I can just tell,” you sighed dreamily. You kicked your feet underneath you in excitement.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Ah, yes. Because you read minds.”

Jay clicked his tongue at you, crossing his arms. “Y/N, did nobody ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover?” He asked. “What if you get your hopes up, and then you find out that he's some rager that breaks your heart?”

You shook your head. “I don't think so, he seems pretty genuine from the way he looks.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes playfully again, “Delusion is one of your few flaws, Y/N. Your other one is reading for fun.”

You sat with your knees against your chest in a small corner of the library. The seating arrangement in that corner was a long, wooden bench that wrapped around the corner of the room. You liked to sit against the corner, your back to the wall and feet facing the shelves in front of you.

In the book you were reading, the main character had gone out with her boss in order to escape her manipulative boyfriend and catch him cheating. Her boss was icy, tall, and young. You'd barely managed to catch it, but it seemed that he was younger than her. The main character was a happy woman who let her naïvety get the best of her, which her boss had helped her get past.

You were in the scene where her boss confesses to her, but you weren't sure where the story was going. He told her he was falling in love with her, which she reciprocated, but he was holding her so close, and the word “heat” and “member” kept appearing in sentences.

You saw a shadow loom over you, shading your book from the light. A large hand rested on top of the book, tilting it back. “Are you enjoying the book so far?” A deep voice with a thick accent asked.

You nodded, not looking up. “It's really good, I'm just a little confused as to what's happening. I don't know who this member is and why they're so hot, but it doesn't make sense for her to be kissing them and not the main guy,” you rambled.

The person let out a deep chuckle. “Cute,” he said under his breath. “This is my favorite part, actually. If you don't know what all of that means, though, maybe you should skip that scene. It's not really important to the plot, anyways,” he continued.

The dim light above you bounced off of his rings, his long finger tapping on the spine of the book lightly in a fidgeting manner.

“I want to know what it means,” you sighed. “Can you explain it to me?”

When the person didn't respond, you looked upwards. Your breath caught in your throat as you squeaked.

The librarian you'd been harboring a secret crush on stood above you, his mouth slightly agape and his cheeks pink. His eyes grew wider with shock the longer you looked into them.

You turned back to the book, your eyes not really reading any words. “I can figure it out myself, sorry,” you whispered.

The man scratched the nape of his neck, a shy laugh leaving his lips. “No, it's okay, that scene is just…”

“Just what? Confusing?”

“Just not something you'd want a stranger to explain.”

“If you love the book, though, wouldn't you be good at explaining it?” You asked, curiosity bubbling up inside you.

He took the book from your hands, folding the corner of the page you were on and closing it. “Let me go check this out for you. I'll tell you at the counter, then you can read the rest at home, ‘kay?”

You nodded, willing to do anything he suggested. He walked you to his counter, scanning the book. “That scene you were reading is probably one of the most well-written sex scenes a reader could ask for,” he casually commented, smirking when you covered your mouth. “You can Google the words you don't know, but tell me if you still enjoyed the book when you return it!”

He placed the book in your bag, waving to you and leaning against the counter.

You sound around, mouth open to speak. “Name’s Jake, by the way,” he smiled handsomely at you, nodding his head up once. “I was gonna introduce myself to you properly, but you kinda jumped the gun on that one, miss sex book girl.”

You blushed, looking away in embarrassment. “You don't have to call me that,” you barely whispered.

“Yeah?” He poked his tongue at his lip with a teasing smile. “What can I call you, then?”

“Y/N,” you looked at the floor before spinning around and walking to the door.

Jake waved behind you, a smile still prevalent on his face. “Have a safe night, Y/N,” he called out behind you. “Hope you enjoy your book!”

Oh, you enjoyed that book alright. With Jake’s words looming in your head, and a trusty Google search (turned out, member did not mean another character), you finished the book with a foggy mind and a whole lot of nervous swallows.

Jay and Sunghoon sat across from you at your local cafe, your bag on the table and notes strewn about. “Hoon, I think you should change majors,” Jay sighed, his palm against his forehead.

Sunghoon chewed his straw nervously while the other reviewed his notes and practice exam. “Why? I thought I was good with my pre-med stuff,” he grabbed the paper from Jay’s hands.

“‘What do you call a row of stitches holding together the edges of an incision?’ was the question, Hoon.”

He looked it over. “I don't see what I did wrong.”

You peeked your head up from your notes, reading the question. “You wrote ‘satire,’” Jay deadpanned. Sunghoon cursed under his breath and erased the answer, writing suture in its place.

“Could've sworn I put suture for that,” Sunghoon mumbled. You pat his back reassuringly, a small frown on his face. “I think I'm just burning out, I've been studying all of this for so long. Jay, gimme your card, I'm gonna go buy us a round of espresso.”

Jay swatted Sunghoon’s reaching arm away. “Dude, no! Use your card, I'm not rich,” he scoffed.

“Oh my gosh, Jay, please,” you whined. “I'm so tired, I barely slept last night.”

Jay’s brow flew to the top of his forehead, the corner of his lip lifting. “Is it because of a certain librarian you stayed late to see?” He lightly punched your shoulder jokingly.

You held your shoulder and cried out in pain dramatically. “C’mon, Jay, you owe her now,” Sunghoon waved his fingers at Jay to make a grabbing motion. Jay sighed, rolling his eyes and giving the card to him. “First round’s on Jay!”

Sunghoon skittered off to the counter to order the drinks, leaving Jay to interrogate you further.

He scooted his chair closer to yours, his arms folded over his chest. “So,” he started, “what's the reason you were up all night?”

You squeaked nervously. He laughed, placing his hand over yours softly. “I was reading a book Jake said was good,” you almost whispered.

Jay shot backwards into his seat, letting out a loud gasp of shock and earning concerned stares from the rest of the customers. You shushed him, to no avail. He spun in his chair, calling out to his friend. “Hoon! Hoon!”

Sunghoon turned to face him with a scowl. “What?” He mouthed.

“She got the hot librarian’s name!” He shouted, not caring whose morning he disturbed.

Sunghoon ran out of line, sliding back into the chair across from you and resting his hand against his chin. “Soooo,” Sunghoon dragged out, “what's his naaaame?”

You shrunk into your seat. “It’s, um-”

“It's Jake!” Jay shouted, leaning over the table.

Sunghoon and Jay brought their hands together, ooh-ing in a high pitched tone as they wiggle their fingers. “Anything else happen? Did he hold the door open for you?” Sunghoon swooned at you.

You shyly laughed. “No, he just told me to read this book,” you blushed, pulling it out of your bag. “He told me what some of it meant, and it really helped!”

Jay flipped the book open to the folded corner, reading a paragraph quickly. He closed the book, furrowed his brows, reopened the book, re-read the paragraph, and turned to you, pointing at the pages as he let his mouth hang open. “He told you what this meant?”

You nodded, blushing. “I was a little embarrassed, but he was super nice about it,” you crossed your ankles and swayed slowly.

Jay shut the book and slid it into your bag, Sunghoon reaching in and pulling it out as he turned.

“Y/N, my dearest, sweetest, bestest friend,” he placed his hand on your shoulder with a smile. Suddenly, his grip turned hard, squeezing into your collarbone. “HE IS FLIRTING WITH YOU!” He seethed.

You swatted his hand away. “Then what do– ow, that actually hurts still– I do?”

Jay peacefully made a tent with his hands against the table. He blew his bangs out of his face, the brunette pieces flying upwards. “You go back there, and you ask him out,” Jay smirked evilly. “And then, you come back and relay everything to us.”

You nodded, saluting and grunting in comprehension.

Sunghoon gasped loudly, causing you and Jay to whip your heads to him.

He slammed the book against the table, scattering Jay’s highlighters and your pencils. “THIS IS A SEX BOOK?!” He shouted.

You blushed while Jay put his hand to his mouth in order to stifle his laughter. Sunghoon slowly turned to you, disgust apparent on his face. “You're such a nerd you read porn?”

“Hey, man. She reads it for the plot,” Jay snickered.

After your embarrassing exchange with your friends, you went back to the library to return the book (and stare at Jake). You held the book in front of you, sad to part with it. Jake had opened a door to a new world that you'd never heard of: the world of erotic romance books.

You blushed at the thought of the genre being his favorite. Swinging the door open, you took in the scent of paper, dust, and the slight hint of lavender you always caught when you walked in. Your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.

Jake scanned a book at the counter for a woman, his long, black hair being accessorized by his usual pair of round, metal-rimmed glasses.

You watched silently from in front of the door as he performed such a melancholy task in such a charming way. The sleeves of his blue pullover came to the edges of his palm, his white turtleneck beneath covering his skin. You watched his pouty lips curve into your favorite smile, a slight wink being thrown to the older woman.

The woman slipped the book into her bag, giggling and walking towards the door. Jake’s eyes met your own, a happy wave being sent your way.

You felt yourself begin to melt at the sight.

You waved back, walking towards where he was standing. You placed the book into the counter as he smiled at you. He laughed lightly. “Guess it wasn't your cup of tea, seeing as you're bringing it back the next morning?”

You shook your head, “The opposite, actually. I finished it all last night, I just couldn't put it down!” You smiled.

Jake raised a brow, putting his elbow onto the countertop and resting his chin in his palm. “Yeah?” He asked with a thick accent. “What made it so enjoyable?”

This is the flirting Jay was talking about, you thought to yourself.

You bit the tip of your tongue, looking around the room in thought. What could you say to add to the flirting? You hadn't been in a serious relationship in years, you had little to no current experience.

“I guess I really liked the main character's chemistry with her boss,” you smiled at him, “and how he had a different side to his character that he only showed her.”

Jake nodded, leaning back and rocking onto the heels of his feet. He slid the book across the counter with a low whistle escaping his lips. “You're the first person I've met that tried to find something romantic in this book.”

You mentally facepalmed yourself. “Is that not what I was supposed to do? The writing was really good, I just-”

“Hey, hey,” he laughed. “Don't worry your pretty self over that, I think it's cool that you didn't just admire the smut aspect of the book,” he scanned the barcode on the back cover and placed the book onto a cart.

“I did enjoy that part a little, it just felt awkward to read,” you lied. You actually re-read that section of the book three times after finishing the book.

Jake’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip to wet it with a smile. He walked around the counter, pushing his book cart in the direction of the young adult section of the library.

You turned to walk to your usual corner of the library, ready to surrender this golden opportunity to your awkwardness. You took a step forward, spinning back around quickly as Jake coughed.

You made eye contact as his mouth opened to speak. “Can I have your number?” You blurted out.

Jake’s mouth shut with squinted eyes. Rejection.

“Can you read my mind or something?” He asked.

You shot him a confused look, a toothy grin splayed across his face. “I was-” He cleared his throat nervously, “I was just thinking about how I wanted to ask you to hang out after I close up, sorry if it came out weird.”

You felt clouds lift your feet, making them take even steps before landing in front of him with your phone out. He chuckled as he put his number into your phone. “Doesn't this place close late, though?” You asked.

He nodded. “It closes at nine, but if I'm being honest, fun never really happens until after dark.”

You laughed, thinking he was joking. He was not.

He shrugged, continuing to push the cart. “Just text me your address, I'll pick you up. I'll make sure it's a date that you'll never forget,” he smiled.

Your heart soared. It raced. It pounded. More importantly, it stopped. Time stopped. “Date?” You squeaked out.

He laughed, his ears turning red. “Yeah, I figured it should be a date. Don't wanna waste a good time with a pretty girl like you, y'know?” He scratched the back of his neck.

You nodded eagerly. “It's a date! What do I wear?”

“Just some comfortable clothes, you don't have to do much to impress me. I'll be wearing what I usually do, anyways,” he placed a book onto the shelf, examining the next book.

You walked to the cart, grabbing a book from the other side. “I know it's not very romantic, but can I help you put away the books? It might help you close faster,” you smiled.

He pulled the cuffs of his pull-over off of his hands. “I find it very romantic that you want to do the most boring part of my job with me, actually,” he joked.

That same lavender scent you would get hints of came flooding your senses as the two of you worked closely. You closed your eyes, taking a long breath. Jake smelled like lavender, and god, it made your knees weak.

Jay and Sunghoon, although strongly against the date, showed up to your place at seven sharp to help you get ready for it. “I mean, what kind of guy asks a kind and unsuspecting girl to go out after nine?” Sunghoon asked as he curled your hair.

He looked up into the mirror, eyes locking on yours. “A sex offender,” He released your hair from the contraption, waving the wand in the air as he spoke.

Jay groaned as he laid different outfit combinations across your bed. “For the tenth time, Sunghoon, he wouldn't be able to work at a public library if he was a registered sex offender!” Jay tapped his toes in thought before throwing a red shirt of yours onto the growing pile of clothes on your floor.

“Maybe he's not a sex offender yet,” Sunghoon replied, “but our little Y/N could end up being the body they find in the ditch.”

You sighed as Jay struggled to not throw a hard object at his friend. Sunghoon and Jay had been going at it since they arrived, Sunghoon erring more on the “worried mother” end of the argument.

“Sunghoon, stop worrying so much. He's super cute and sweet, he probably just wants to watch a movie or something,” you smiled.

Sunghoon clicked his tongue. “Let's recall what he said. ‘Wear something comfortable’, because tight clothes cause you to bleed out slower. ‘A date you'll never forget’, because you'll be dead by eleven.”

“‘I just want to have sex with you and then send you home at four in the morning,’” Jay commented. “You make it sound like she's going out with Michael Myers. Don't forget, Hoon, she already agreed to share her location with us in the groupchat.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, running his fingers through your curls. “So we'll know what corner of the road her body ends up on, but what about her head?”

“Oh, God, you're going off the deep end,” you pressed your hand to your forehead.

You stood from the chair, doing a small twirl for the two. You had already done your makeup before the two arrived, but you were a lost cause with fashion and hair.

Jay clapped, his lower lip jutting out in an impressed expression. “Wow, Hoon. Maybe you should drop out of college and become a hairdresser,” he commented, earning a threatening jab with the hot iron from Sunghoon.

You unplugged the appliance, taking it from his hands and carefully placing it down. Jay held a shirt and skirt to your body, nodding for the other man to look at the combination.

Sunghoon patted the man on his back, a smile on his face. “See, if I had to send my only daughter off to possibly go missing, this is the outfit I think she'd want to go in.”

You walked out of your door at exactly a quarter past nine, Jake’s text message reminding you of a drunk message from Jay.

Hey um he uh, um out sigh in the blocker period sore we eve this cumster you we're, um using speech to text period

You figured it translated roughly to, “Hey, I'm here, I'm outside in the black car. Sorry if this comes to you weird, I'm using text to speech.” You just couldn't figure out where cumster could've come from.

You giggled as you sat in the car. Your purse clinked loudly with the pepper spray, pocket knife, seatbelt cutter, lockpick, whistle, and body reflectors Sunghoon wouldn't let you leave without.

You closed the door, turning to Jake. You audibly screamed when you saw the man in the front seat. He jumped, looking into the backseat and out of every window. “Shit, Y/N, what's wrong?!” He shouted, equally as scared as you.

You looked at him in disbelief. “Jake? Is that really you?”

The man who was sitting next to you was wearing a black wife-beater and baggy jeans with large tears at the knees, a small book pendant hanging off a gold chain. His body, now uncovered by layers of clothing, was covered by layers of ink. He had a paw print on his inner arm, the name Layla written inside of it, along with many music tattoos and smaller symbols across his arms and chest.

You looked down, noting that it seemed even his legs had art on them. His eyes followed yours, a small gasp leaving his mouth. “Oh, yeah. Guess I forgot to mention all that,” he smiled. “They're everywhere, but they all mean something.”

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. You may have painted him as a modest man, but you'd be lying if you said the Jake in front of you didn't make you feel butterflies. “They're pretty,” you commented, reading the tattoo on the side of his neck.

“Love is a great beautifier.”

Jake self-consciously ran his hand over it. “It's from Little Women,” Jake smiled softly.

“I love that book,” you commented, continuing to admire his look. His hair had fallen messily over his forehead, his glasses seeming to have disappeared.

He sucked a breath in through his teeth. “Me too, actually. It's what got me into reading,” he looked forward as he put his seatbelt back on. “Look, if you find that I look too weird like this, I can put a jacket on or something-”

“No! I like it, actually. You look… good,” you blushed as you put your seatbelt on.

Jake reached his hand under your chin, lifting your head to look at him. “Look me in my eyes and say it again,” the corner of his lip lifted. “I want to see you say it, don't hide your face from me.”

You mumbled, “You look good.”

“I'll take it,” he smiled fully, throwing the car into drive and pulling into the road. “Just know, I don't let pretty girls hold their tongue around me.”

You looked out the window in an effort to hide your nervousness. Jake turned his radio on, playing a band you didn't know.

He started humming along to the song as it got closer to the chorus. He had a beautiful voice, which only added to your nervousness.

“Where are we going?” You asked, noticing a familiarity in the direction he was driving in.

He tested his elbow against his center console as he drove with one hand. “I figured I could take you to the library after hours, y'know? We'd be alone but it wouldn't be like you didn't know the place. I can show you my favorite spot, too.”

You shot a glance in his direction. “Jake, isn't it closed?”

“Yeah, and?”

“As in, we can't be there?”

“Yes we can,” he smiled.

You rolled your eyes. “If you're trying to break into a building, I think we should call this off.”

“Relax, sweetheart,” he laughed, his accent shining through, “it's not breaking in.”

“Entering with a key doesn't count.”

“It does when you own the place,” Jake pulled up to a stop light, wiggling his eyebrows at you before laughing loudly. Your jaw was to the floor, an unreadable expression in your eyes. “I've never made it obvious that I owned it, because it was given to me by my grandmother when she retired, but I've owned it since I moved here. My cousin opens the place on weekdays while I go to college, but I close every night and spend the whole weekend there.”

“You'd have to live there to pull that off,” you rolled your eyes.

“I do,” he responded. “My place is right next to it.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Of course you're handsome, funny, good at singing, and you own a business.”

You felt his hand land on your leg, his fingers tapping rhythmically to the music. You turned to him, your eyes trailing up his arm. “You can continue,” he said with a shit-eating grin.

You lightly hit his arm, pointing to the road. “Light's green,” you turned to hide your blush.

Jake walked you into the familiar building, a small smile on his face as he pulled a projector from the office room. “Come and sit down, pretty girl,” he plugged a handful of cords into the device and turned it on.

You walked past the nonfiction shelves to see pillows forming small seats on the floor, a basket of movie snacks and drinks in the middle. Jake had thrown some last minute fairy lights into the mix, wrapping them around the seating area and putting some candles on the ground. “Jake, this looks amazing.”

He sat on a pillow before laughing and motioning to the other. You ran over, sitting down and immediately putting on a movie.

You didn't watch a single moment of the movie. Although Jake seemed immersed, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Your eyes took in the slight shine against his skin from the movie, the light in his eyes looking like stars. You didn't miss the way he chewed his tongue when he got focused, or when his hair was blown awry by the air conditioner.

Your brain took a turn for the worse as a more romantic scene in the movie arrived. Your eyes raked over his exposed skin, feeling like a Victorian man who had just been introduced to short sleeves.

You looked at his tattoos, really looked at them, and saw countless music notes with small letters in them, a guitar, small pictures or animals, and a lot of book references. You never expected Jake to have been fully inked up, but you also never expected to find that as a huge turn-on.

You squeezed your thighs together to hide the fact that a simple doodle in perfectly smooth skin had put you in such a predicament. Jake turned to you, wrapping his arm around you and pointing to the screen. “See that actor?”

“Yeah, what about him?” You asked.

Jake let his hand fall onto your lap, turning to you. “Even he can tell you're not paying attention,” he pushed your hair behind your ear. “Wanna tell me what you like so much that you've been staring at me the whole time?”

You gawked. You geeked. You'd fumbled.

Jake slid his hand onto your back, and in a moment he was above you. “Tell me, sweetheart, what's so attractive that it's got you squeezing those pretty thighs so tight?”

You gulped, your thoughts having gone anywhere but where they should. He tapped his finger against your lip, a sinful smile on his face. “Your tattoos,” you whispered.

Jake leaned back, messily pushing his hair out of his face and laughing darkly. “You like my tattoos so much that you're getting wet over them?” He asked, looking down at you.

You nodded. “I like how cool you look, wanna see the rest.”

“You want to see the rest of the ones on me, sweetheart?” He asked in that thick Aussie accent you couldn't get enough of.

With a small squeak, you nodded again, feeling smaller than usual in his gaze. He looked at you the same way you'd assume a predator stared at its prey in its final moments, but you felt a strange sense of safety with him.

He slowly leaned in, his arms caging you in as he pressed his lips to yours. He held your hip with his large hand, his fingers gripping your ass while his palm held you down. He slid his thigh over your core, pressing into where you needed him most.

Your lips parted, letting out a moan. Jake swallowed it whole, sliding his tongue against your own slowly and sucking on your bottom lip. The two of you built a slow rhythm, his thigh grinding into you as you arched your back like clockwork.

His hand never left your hip, holding you in place to keep you victim to his torturously slow lips and thrusts. He loved every noise that left your mouth. Jake pulled away from you, his eyes taking in your wet, puffy lips. The two of you were breathlessly panting to catch your breaths.

His lips parted in thought. “Didn't think you'd be such a good kisser,” he mused. “Almost like you were made for my lips.”

You giggled, pushing him off you as he went to press more kisses to your lips. “Jake, I want to know more about you,” you whined.

“For one, I'm a really good kisser,” he wiggled his eyebrows jokingly as he settled back into his seat. His arms came behind him for support. He seemed to not worry about covering his obvious boner, leaning back and looking at the ceiling.

You hit his arm. “I know that already,” you fussed. “But, like, what are some hobbies of yours?”

He jut his bottom lip out in thought. “I play guitar,” he shrugged, “and there's nothing I love more than getting high and reading a good book.”

You blinked slowly, his eyes coming to yours with a smile. “What does being high even have to do with reading?”

“Makes the experience more realistic. Feels like you're there, you start feeling what the character feels and all,” he sighed. “I like to read romance books, though.”

You bit the back of your lip. “Does that really work?”

“Wanna try it?"

Jake had lit a joint for you, showing you how to hold it and even going so far as to hold it for you while he played with your hair.

The world started to move slower, certain colors waving in your vision. “Do you feel it?” Jake asked, running his hands through your hair. You nodded, looking around the room. “The rest’ll hit soon, just know I'm right here if you need me.”

He put his arm around your shoulders as he took his own hits, resting his head against your own.

He put the joint into a small ashtray, standing with you and grabbing one of the many books he'd brought into the soundproofed study room off a table.

The two of you read through it, laughing when one of you wouldn't be done with the page as fast as the other. Suddenly, the book began to describe a racier scene, one with hands all over the main character's body and kisses being pressed over her.

Jake watched you closely, taking note of how you squirmed in your seat every time the girl felt a new sensation. “What's wrong, Y/N?” Jake asked in a low voice, leaning into you. “You seem… worked up.”

You swallowed hard. “N-No! I’m just cold,” you lied. Jake clicked his tongue, closing the book and holding you by your thigh.

He used his hand to pull you closer, his lips connecting to your own. “Sure, sweetheart. I believe you,” he lied with a smirk. He glanced at your lips again before wrapping his fingers around your throat, pulling you in to continue his rough kiss.

A groan slipped from Jake's own throat, his body reacting before he could. He pulled away, his hand sliding up your closed thighs. “Not,” he continued, connecting your lips again. You opened your legs slightly, giving Jake the ability to use his hand and pry them open.

He ran his fingers up and down your clothed slit, just barely giving you the friction you craved. You felt how hard he was through his jeans, his crotch subtly grinding against your leg. He continued his assault against your lips, never once stopping for air.

You hit his chest, moaning into his mouth as he pulled away. “Jake, stop teasing me.”

“Oh, I'd never tease you, darling,” he responded with a mischievous grin. “Just wanted you to feel how good you're gonna feel with me.”

Jake took his hand off your skirt and brought it into your other hand. He brought his lips to your neck, biting down and tracing the marks with his tongue. You moaned out his name, making him groan lowly into your neck.

“I can't wait anymore,” he said as he stepped back and began unbuckling his belt. “I need to feel your throat around me.”

You stood, walking to be in front of him and pushing his back to the table. His breath caught in his throat as you sank to your knees in front of him. He hurriedly finished unbuckling his belt, reaching his hands to his waistband to pull down the rest of his clothing as you held his hand to stop him.

“Wait, Jake, are you sure about this? We're both high and in a study room in the library, what if the cameras pick up the noise?”

Jake leaned against the table behind him, his hands holding onto the edge of it at his sides. He looked at you with such an intense heat behind his gaze, you could feel the lust of it gathering into your underwear.

He slid a hand into your hair, pulling you to him and smashing his lips to yours. He brought his thigh outwards to catch your body between your legs. Your eyes shut at the feeling, the messy kiss fogging your brain.

“These rooms are sound-proof for two reasons. One, for studying or reading. And two, so I can fuck your throat as hard as I want.”

He released your hair, making you fall back to your knees. He pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees, giving you a grand view of his cock.

It was veiny, thick, and the tip was such an angry red that the precum leaking from it almost screamed for you to lick it all up. Without warning, you grabbed it and took it between your lips.

Jake threw his head back, a moan bouncing off the walls of the room. You heard him suck a breath in through his teeth as you sucked on the tip. You let your tongue glide over his slit, collecting his precum and swallowing it.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so good at this,” he moaned. Your wetness was dripping down your legs, you felt it. You moaned around him as you took more of him in with hollowed cheeks.

He held the sides of your head, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Remember what I said, sweetheart. Wanna fuck your face, if that's okay.”

You hummed on his dick, giving him the go-ahead. He slowly began to thrust into your mouth, not pushing in all the way. When you began to bob your head further, Jake took it as his sign to go deeper.

He added more force and speed to his thrusts until you were taking him whole, each thrust hitting the bottom of your throat and making you gag around him. Your saliva was dripping down his balls and onto his legs as you used one hand to rub your own clit.

You were so close, but you wanted to wait until his cum was pouring down your throat to finish. “Such a good girl for me, so sweet for taking my dick down her throat,” Jake hummed, his eyes never leaving the sight. It all felt so good.

Jake’s legs began to shake as he let out more moans. Jake was not afraid to be loud, nor was he afraid to speak his mind. He constantly praised you between his little moans.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “‘M so close.”

You moaned against him again, his hips jolting forward. “Gonna make me cum down your throat like that, bet you want that don't you?”

His tip slammed into the back of your throat, his thrusts growing erratic. With each thrust he gave to the back of your throat, you circled your clit faster. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” he groaned.

His hips stuttered to a halt, warm liquid spilling into your stomach. “Taking it so, so good,” he sighed, his hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. “Atta girl, my girl, so beautiful with my cock down her throat.”

You moaned as you felt your orgasm take over you, moans spilling around Jake’s cock and slightly overstimulating him. He thrusted one more time into you, a lazy smile on his face. He pulled out of you, watching bits of spit and cum dribble down your chin.

You looked like an absolute wreck, your hair messy and your mascara running with spit down your chin. Jake loved it. You looked stunning to him.

“Y/N, that was amazing. Thank you,” he pulled you up to sit you in a chair. He ran out of the room to get water for you, as he'd told you when he walked out.

Your eyes darted around the room. You opened your phone to see four missed calls from both Sunghoon and Jay.

You dialed Jay’s phone number, a groggy smile on your face. “Hey, what's up?”

“Y/N, are you still with Jake?”

“Yes, why?” You asked, stretching in the chair.

He sighed over the phone. “We've been waiting outside the library for half an hour, get the fuck in the car.”

“Jay, I'm capable of bringing myself home-”

“Y/N. Get out of there, now,” Jay said, his tone cold. “I don't know how to say this, but-”

“Jay, you can't control me. I'm an adult,” you rolled your eyes, pacing around the room. “If you're so uncomfortable with me dating someone-”

Jay interrupted you, saying a sentence you'd never think to hear about anyone, much less the guy you sucked off less than three minutes ago. His words had you quickly grabbing your belongings and running out of the building, hoping Jake didn't see you go.

“He’s wanted for murder, Y/N.”

notes: MURDER?? oh boy.. didn't see that one coming ;) expect the next part to be... Eventful. Originally, Jake was supposed to be a camboy, but I figured that possible criminal Jake would be better LMFAO. I reccomend listening to Arctic monkeys or chase Atlantic when you read this series.

tags: @heesitation @vizstars

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated, and thank you for reading! stick around for part 2!!

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st-danger · 8 months

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Given certain.......developments........I feel like we need feminized Aeon.

Maybe in a sheer teddy?

With stockings?

I just have a feeling that Swiss and Dew in particular would be interested in this scenario.

Come quick, the text had said. Swiss had, of course. Aeon doesn't text. He doesn't like phones, he doesn't really care to learn, and has dropped and shattered the screen of no less than three phones since his summoning, and Imperator has made it very clear that three times is thrice too many. So he leaves it lying around constantly, never making an effort to keep it on his person.

Come quick, he'd said, and Swiss had raced to his room. If only he'd known come quick wasn't only going to refer to the speed with which his legs would carry him across the abbey.

"Heard from a little birdy this was your thing."

The teddy is more lace than anything else. 70-30 split, Swiss would guesstimate. White, tight, and a plunging mesh panel that would show off cleavage if he had any. He's just as flat as Dewdrop, but utterly willing to grope his own chest and pinch his little nipples until they poke against the fabric. He sits, perched upon his bed, long legs crossed and adorned with matching white thigh highs that accentuate his calves. Worst of all, the red lipstick. Swiss's stomach drops out and he stands in the doorway, a truly profane wave of arousal washing over him with brutal intensity. Aeon smiles, heinously pleased. Shows a hint of crooked teeth, hair falling into his face. Absurdly his gives Swiss a little finger wave.

"Feel like closing that door?" Swiss tries to keep his knees from buckling as he steps inside and throws it shut, harder than he needs to by miles. "Lock it, too," Aeon adds, and Swiss reaches back for the doorknob and turns the lock without looking.

Swiss figures there's no real reason to wait, and is across the room and kneeling before him in an instant. The grin hasn't left Aeon's face. He slides his hands over Aeon's legs, caressing.

"Gotta tell you now," Aeon drawls, "if you're looking for shame, that's Dew's territory. I know how good I look."

"Bet you do," Swiss murmurs, stroking down to his ankles to brush his thumbs tenderly against the bone, and then to play with the straps of the heels. "Bet you wanna be treated all pretty too, huh?"

"You offering?"

Swiss huffs out a laugh.

"Think I'm gonna leave now?"

"Sure hope not." Aeon rubs at his chest and acts like he's squeezing his pecs.

"What exactly," Swiss says, hitching a hand under the leg so daintily crossed overtop the other, "are you looking for?" Swiss, game for whatever, always. But Aeon is too new for him to comfortably make an assumption on what the menu is. Can't be too boring, since. Well. All of this.

He pries Aeon's legs apart and groans at the way the lace stretches tight over his chubby.

"Little of this, little of that," Aeon says.

"Give me more than that," Swiss says, ducking his head and placing sucking kisses over the thigh highs, up and up until he gets to creamy soft thighs. "You'll get whatever you ask for."

"You could fuck my tits," he offers, sounding so absurdly casual, so ludicrously at ease with it all. The contrast between the way he and Dew handle things is inversely proportional. "Heard you like body shots."

"That birdy of yours sure knows how to run their mouth," he says, and then, because it's right there and nobody could hold the eagerness against him, presses his full lips against Aeon's cock. It immediately twitches and Swiss is more and more certain that the spark of fire that runs through him will reduce him to worthless ash by the end of the evening.

Aeon worries his lower lip between his teeth, a coy gesture, and Swiss is reaching for his chest with open palms, shooing Aeon's hands aside. His expression goes pinched at the feeling of hard nipples against them.

"Wanna suck my clit?" Aeon asks, and laughs, bright and clear and utterly delighted at the moan it wrenches from him. "Oh, you're easy, aren't you."

"Birdy tell you that, too?"

"Birdy told me a lot of things. Said you like lipstick all over your dick."

"How about a little tit for tat?" Swiss punctuates the double entendre with a light pluck of his nipples.

"Gotta warm me up a little first," Aeon says, and Swiss- well, he's cradling Aeon's face and pulling it towards him as he surges up.

Aeon uses tongue immediately. Not hard, not shoving it roughly into his mouth though Swiss hopes that's on the way. The waxy flavour of the makeup bothers him none, and they kiss thorough and deep until Aeon grabs his hair and tugs his head back, looking dazed.

"Holy shit."

"Uh huh," Swiss agrees. "Wanna see what else I can do with that tongue? Want me to treat you like the good little girl you are?" This hits Aeon obviously, losing his smile and looking like his world has gone ever so slightly sideways.

"Lick me out," he nods, and the gratification that Swiss feels as he's confronted by the breathy tone zings directly to his cock, pressing more and more insistently against his pants.

Swiss drops his head and nuzzles Aeon's cock, forcing a sharp inhale from him.

"Tell me what you are, sweetheart, and I promise I make your legs shake."

"Your good girl," Aeon moans.

Swiss is inclined to agree, and good behaviour deserves good rewards.

"Time to get it out," Swiss growls, suddenly utterly devoid of patience. "Let's take care of that clit."

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss/aeon #swiss/phantom #swiss x aeon #swiss x phantom

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sadhours · 4 months

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i had to write this cus i don’t even know this man yet but I’m madly in love with him. and if he eats ice cream like this imagine how he eats… other things

baron x f!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, creampie?

🍦

it’s a humid, scorcher of a day. not much to do on a sunday. baron doesn’t have work and it’s too sticky and warm to go outside. you’re laid out on the floor of the living room, tv buzzing with some boring background noise as you tangle your legs with your boyfriend. you’re wearing a sundress, hiked up to offer a bit of relief from the muggy warmth hanging throughout the house. baron’s wearing a ratty t-shirt and some shorts, his fingers grazing against your hip bone while his eyes scan the popcorn ceiling. your eyes are on him, because of course they are. he sure is a sight for sore eyes. sweat droplets forming at the hairline, making his roots damp and stick to his skin.

“what’re ya thinkin’ about?” you ask innocently, fumbling with the hem of your dress.

baron smiles, that sweet smile he gets whenever he hears your voice, “i can see things in the bumps of the ceiling, animals and stuff.”

you turn, nuzzling up to his jaw as you place a hand on his tummy, “point ‘em out to me, i wanna see.”

he lifts his hand, points above him and nudges his temple against the top of your head, “there’s a puppy dog, on his hind legs. begging for a treat.”

you don’t quite see it, eyes scanning but fruitless. that’s what you like about baron so much, he sees the light in everything. you hum, rubbing his tummy as you placate him, “almost as cute as you.”

“and right there, see that one?” he moves his finger a few centimeters to the left. “ice cream cone.”

“your favorite,” you gush, moving your hand to his side to squeeze him. he lets out a giggle and you can’t help but raise your lips to his cheek, kissing his skin tenderly and holding him tighter.

“sure would be nice right about now,” he mumbles dreamily and you place ur fingers under his chin, turning his face and catching his lips in a kiss. it’s slow and sweet, you drag your tongue against his lower lip and he gives you access, parting his enough so you can lick into his mouth.

you could truly spend hours kissing baron, languid and steady. but he ignites a fire in you like no other.

“you taste sweeter than any ice cream,” you confess before connecting your lips again. baron hums, smiling into the kiss as he holds onto your thigh once you hook it over his waist.

the pair of ya keep kissing until your out of breath, pulling away to catch it while he gives you this sweet, golden retriever smile. he’s the sweetest thing ever.

suddenly, baron’s pushing you on your back. he gives you a shy look as he situates himself between your legs, pushing them apart and hooking his fingers into your panties. drags them down as slow as he can and you lift your legs to help him completely rid them. he kisses your knee as you prop your legs up and pull your dress above your waist. baron’s lengthy digits wrap around your ankles as he kisses up your thighs, the sensation running straight to the excitement winding in your stomach. his long hair tickles against your skin and you watch as he blinks up at you, lips tilting up into a smile.

“baby…” you whine, breathless with anticipation.

baron nods slowly, pushing your legs further apart as he lowers himself where you need him most. he kisses your sex softly, peering up at you with those adorable, puppy dog eyes. then he licks up your slit, tongue delving through your folds up to your clit. drawing out another whine from you as you immediately knit your fingers into his mop of hair. baron gets his mouth completely on you, sucking and licking like he’s starved. like you’re his favorite treat. messy with it as he moans against your aching cunt.

“god,” you exhale slowly, “gosh, I mean.”

baron giggles against you and it feels surprisingly amazing, so you tug on his hair involuntarily. which eggs him on, he moans against you again before sucking on your folds as his hands wrap around your thighs. baron’s always so… sloppy eating you out. uses his whole damn face when he does it, brushes his nose against your clit while he lowers his tongue to your hole and prods it gently. gets your slick all over his lips and chin as he eats you out with fervor. that coil in your tummy winding quickly as you write against his face and pull on his tangled hair.

“baby… baby, don’t stop!”

baron groans, tugging you closer by the grip on your thighs as he licks at your hole, nodding his nose against your clit repeatedly. you’re pushed off the edge of bliss, biting your lip to stifle your moan as your eyes roll back in your head. he licks and sucks you through it. to the point where you’re overstimulated and have to pull his head away.

“fuck me,” you beg, looking down at his sweet, gorgeous face, lips shiny with your slick.

baron pulls back enough to push his shorts down, cock bouncing out from its confines. you grab onto his face and pull it down to yours, kissing him hard. he’s smiling against your lips but you moan against his when you feel the head of his cock catch on your pulsing hole. you’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to enter you. he gets it, sliding in deep and punching out another moan from you that he swallows down. you can taste yourself on him but it only makes you that much more desperate. you wiggle your hips up at him, sheathing him inside completely and you both still, gasping at the sensation. baron fills you so wonderfully, you’re absolutely addicted. couldn’t be so into any other man. none would treat you so wonderfully.

“baron,” you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him deeper.

he rolls his hips slowly, whining into the kiss as he holds himself up with his palms on the carpet by your head. you pull him closer, to the point where he’s collapsing on top of you but you love the weight of him. you plant your feet on the floor beside him and buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. he breaks the kiss but his lips are against your ear in a second as he moans lowly. it does something, adds to the whole experience and you’re cumming out of nowhere. crying out so loud he has to cover your mouth with his palm so his other doesn’t hear. he picks up his pace, fucking you hard and fast through the second glorious orgasm.

but you wrap your legs around his waist again, squeezing him impossibly close as tears leak from your eyes. streak down your cheek to meet his palm and he pulls his hand away to look at you, concern clouding his brown eyes.

“babydoll, you okay?”

“need you to cum in me,” you beg through the tears, clinging onto him tightly.

and it’s like your words ignite something in him, baron whimpers as he hammers his hips down into yours, drilling into you quicker and harder than before. he keeps making these sweet, pretty whines and whimpers before his hips still completely and you feel his seed shooting inside and filling you up. you moan softly, pulling him into another kiss.

suddenly, the warmth overwhelms you but you can’t fathom pushing baron away. squeezing his sweaty body even closer to you.

#baron x reader #I wish I knew his last name #baron smut #Joe keery #baron x you

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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— LIPGLOSS. + tobio kageyama.

↳ warnings: your fiancé doing your makeup is his love language, fluff, happy ending and cute tobio!!

at the start of your relationship, kageyama was shy.

he was quiet by nature, always fighting with his mind and his heart on what to say— mostly staying quiet when they couldn’t quite work together the way he wanted ( which often resulted in a rather serious expression - you’d now call it his emotional constipation expression ). when you first started dating, he’d stand awkwardly and tall in your living room while you’d rushed around to stuff your cute little purse with things you might need to top up your makeup— keys, wallet, phone, blush, lipstick, lipgloss.

the setter was usually poor at remembering things, but for some reason had your travel sized makeup routine down pact— reminding you if you’d ever forgotten to pack something before you left for your date, if you had picked up the right shade or wrong compact. tobio would watch with sweet and eager eyes, notice when your mascara bled or your lipstick smudged and would tenderly wipe it away with softly spoken compliments to melt your heart.

‘that colour makes your eyes sparkle.’

‘i like that thing that you do…with your gloss…it makes me wanna kiss you.’

it’s not until you move in with him, that you catch kageyama’s intense stare as you lean into the mirror he has hanging in the entryway of his apartment— he stands behind you, dressed an hour ahead of you before your afternoon date, his big eyes on your own through the reflection while you glide the lipgloss applicator over the swell of your lower lip.

“do you want to help, tobi?” you ask him, turning around to lean back against the sideboard, holding out the tube of gloss to your boyfriend.

all he does is nod, standing just a bit taller than you as you pass him the product and let him fix the makeup on your lips— your chest swelling with love at how gentle tobio makes the action.

that brings you to today, together three years and engaged for two, sitting in front of your vanity scattered with perfumes from dior and jewellery from tiffany as gifts your fiancé had gotten you over the years. kageyama stands in the doorway, near brooding as you tap cream blush into your cheeks, fixing the cuffs on his fancy shirt for the reunion dinner kurasuno and a few others plan to have at a nice restaurant tonight.

you can feel his pout from across the room, the rumble in his chest as you reach for your favourite liner and lipstick combo before the athlete clears his throat, grumbling like a petulant child. “that’s s’pposed to be my job,” tobio crosses the room before you can even look up, using three short strides to stand behind you— grasping at your favourite white-gold necklace with the blue crystal pendant. “you’re not supposed to do it without me.” his lips graze over your shoulder as he holds the piece to your neck— stormy eyes darting up to your face in the mirror in search of your approval. when you nod, a gentle smile on your lips, he undoes the clasp with ease and fixes the jewellery around your neck— helping you slide your engagement ring back on next.

“how could i forget?” you chuckle quietly when tobio spins the chair to your vanity around to face him, his arms caging you against the plush velvet while your manicured fingers move to fix his tie. “what were you thinking, tobi?”

your eyes meet his, so loving and adoring while he grabs a nude lipstick and a darker liner. “these, they’re your favourites.” kageyama hums, thumb and forefinger tilting your chin up to face him. “can i touch your lips?” it’s the way he asks you, even though he’s done this thousands of times over the years— the gesture makes you melt, always. you feel respected with tobio, like he sees you as an equal and treats you as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever encountered in his life.

“of course,”

a thumb, slightly calloused glides over the swell of your bottom lip— before you feel him carefully apply a layer of spf lip balm, taking care of you in every way. kageyama, a perfectionist, takes his time lining your lips, ensuring that the dips at your Cupid’s bow are symmetrical and brushes away anything that falls out of line before he switches over to your lipstick.

“is this matte?” he asks, pulling off the cap and screwing the nude colour up a touch. he drags the silken formula over your lips, smiling at how the colour compliments you all the while fighting the urge to kiss you. “rub y’lips together for me baby. there, that’s it.”

you do as your fiancé asks, smoothing the lipstick over both of your lips before you answer him. “yeah, why?”

kageyama pouts. “‘cause i wanted to be the one to fix your lipstick if it smudged.” he confesses, sitting back from you to admire his work— at least that’s what you think…but he’s looking at you, his greatest gift, the person he loves most in the world, the person who wants him above all else. you, and something so domestic as this, has tobio kageyama’s stomach in knots, his heart a mess and his mind running miles an hour.

he loves you in all ways, roughly, passionately and tenderly— it’ll always be this way.

“you better kiss me during dinner then, in front of all your friends.”

tobio takes your chin between his fingers again, stealing a smooch and humming in content when your lipstick stays perfectly in place. “don’t threaten me with a good time, angel.” he coos to you, taking the tube of clear gloss from your dresser— in the same brand as all those years ago, and paints it over the colour, brushing a thumb gently over the corners of your mouth, gathering what doesn’t lie perfectly in place on his finger tip. “all done.”

you spare a glance in the mirror, happy with his work and turn around to wrap your arms around his neck— fingers tangled in your fiancé’s dark baby hair. “i feel pretty.” you tell him, stars in your eyes and shining on your lips.

“you’re so pretty.” kageyama says back, like it’s his truth. like it’s fact. he holds a finger up to your lips and you taking it into your mouth, letting him drag it back so you don’t get any lipstick on your teeth— licking the tip of it fondly. “behave yourself.”

you laugh, dazed and in love at just how delicately kageyama treats you— knowing you won’t be able to keep off of him all night.

“i love you,”

“i love you even more,” tobio kisses your nose, avoiding all of his hard work to still give you affection. “so bad it makes me want to kiss you.”

#tteokdoroki #kageyama x reader #kageyama x you #hq x reader #kageyama fluff #hq fluff #hq imagines #haikyuu x you #kageyama imagines #kageyama scenario #kageyama smut #tobio kageyama fluff #hq drabbles #haikyuu imagines #kageyama drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hq smut

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hanasnx · 7 months

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virgin sex with ani. he’s obsessed at how wet you are, how tight you clench around him. he’s a little more gentle the first time, but the perfect fucking mix of praise and degradation is *chefs kiss*. his dirty talk is causing you to clench even harder. “gripping me so tight, it's like you don't wanna let me go. so wet and tight. such a good girl.” -k

it's so interesting to me whenever i'm faced with anakin taking someone else's virginity. i always imagine his virginity being the one taken by you. the concept of him taking yours is one that i struggle to nail down.

in my opinion, i think he'd try to treat it like regular sex at first. he wouldn't understand it's different, so he'd be too rough. too clumsy. he'd get annoyed over why it's not working. as if he's the one doing it wrong. you'd have to be very vocal with him, and expect a lot of mistakes. he's not really the guy to take virginity. but youve never had sex before, so you're not exactly a pro coach. i think it'd be remarkably juvenile of a night, and by the end of it, you're exhausted. because once anakin's set his mind to something, there's not anything that can shake him. he's determined to learn your body. so if you must spend hours bare and vulnerable in front of him, so be it.

i think once he's inside you (after a while of trying to fuckin get tip in), he would comment on the tightness. he's never been inside a virgin hole before, and it can barely hold him. he can fucking see the skin of his cock spill over the rim of you. his head has to bully your insides, thumbing your clit tenderly. telling you to "open up f'me, baby, you can do it," rutting into you back and forth real slow, not introducing you to too much but just enough to burn. to let you adjust. "see, that's it. was that so hard?" and there are tears pricking the corners of your eyes because of the sting. "you're doing well, i'm proud of you," having learned you do far better in this context with praise and patience, he takes the time to give them to you. his thumb gentle as it circles your bud, waiting until he feels you get wet in order to push himself further in. you cry out, and he mouths at your neck and cheek. comforting you, appeasing you, "it'll be better once i'm in all the way. promise."

#cw dacryphilia #cw virginity #anakin #k anon #thanks for the msg!!#indy shoots the shit #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x reader #anakin smut #anakin skywalker imagine

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lizandbo · 10 months

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Making out hcs w/ daichi and asahi

Ik I have a some request but I couldn’t stop thinking about this🤡

umm suggestive ig(?)

Masterlist

asahi

he’s very soft and slow with his make outs

He wants to make sure that you know every ounce of his love for you is poured into the kiss

Most likely gonna deeply hum into your mouth while you guys make out

Has hands on your hips/waist pulling you closer

He’d get so flustered if you were making out and suddenly stop just to look him in the eyes so lovingly

But he prob gonna get that brief moment of confidence and move you over gently so he could hover over you

Absolutely loves it when you run your hands through his hair

Better yet take it out from his man bun and shake his hair a little bit to get the stress out of it from being up for so long

Will def quietly moan if you do do that

His lips are quite soft, maybe a bit dry during the winter and fall but most times puts chapstick on

Asahi will never ever in his entire life make out in public

Like even if somebody’s told him he could win ten trillion dollars he ain’t doin that shit

He wants this moment to be private since it’s intimate and special just between the two of you

Idk how often who would do it tho, ig whenever you or him feels like it

Jsjsksksjdjdd just imagine his face getting caught tho

Like brotha you are redder than tomatoes, do you need an ambulance to save your ass?

He’d apologize to both you and the person who walked in on the two of you A LOT

Idk if he would continue with the make out since he’s so shooketh

Idk when you guys would be caught

Like he was a bit hesitant to do in slightly ‘public’ areas

But when he does he’d be so paranoid holy shit💀🖐

Daichi

Make out sessions are only in private, there’s no way in absolute mcfucking hell that anyone is ever ever gonna be knowing what you two little rascals are doing

But anyways besides the pda daichi is very… vocal

A weird mix of confidence and nervousness

He just doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, he’d ask before he does anything BUT after a certain point he just goes in without any

Daichi holds your hand very tenderly and gently but firm enough so you won’t have to amputate your hand🤠

Oh lawdy if you like suck his tongue? Man’s gonna be moaning from the hell and back

Makes him have a lot of butterfly’s:)))

He doesn’t even realize that his hands on your inner thighs most times, his hands wander a lot

At first it’s like he’s holding your hand oh so lovingly, but then when you get into it he’s holding your face from down to your thighs and squeezing the flesh

Dai is a thigh man what can I say

Your also on his lap btw cuz he loves the feeling of your thighs being wrapped around his waist, it’s so basic in a way but it his heart just silently explodes when you do so

Idk if his lips would be chapped or not.. I just feel like they feel just… normal

Once in a while if you slide a hand down his spine OHH GAWD😩🖐 after the little make out session he’s gonna be thinking about that and getting all blushy and flustered like a can of kidney beans🤩🤩🤩

Even when you do it right there he’s gonna try to look away from staring straight at you since he’s so aroused

Afterwards tho he’d definitely take you to dinner and treat like his little princess

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neet-elite · 4 days

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↳ EVENT 01. Whitney Worship

Pairing: Whitney / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,652 Warnings: OOC, body worship, general worship, older whitney, fingering, established relationship, consent checks, praise kink Prompt(s): 05 — worship Wanna take part in the event?: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: YAYYYY thank you so much bby for being my first event request eee!!! my biggest fan MWAH smooching u sm right now. so happy i get to start this event off with something soft and loving <3 sending u so much love, thank u sm for your kind words and for always supporting me!!

(also i really want some more soft whitney content... u cant convince me that this man wouldn't absolutely dote on you the older he gets </3)

Deep in the recesses of his mind, he's always felt this way about you. A bit difficult not to, his heart stuttering from the first moment he met you, blindsided by how much he wanted to be yours— enough that his need remained buried under layers of dominance and control for years to come. But the stubborn little boy you learned to love was incapable of expressing his emotions correctly, in a way that could ever truly be understood; and yet you loved him anyway. Even through all the harsh words, the endless name calling, and the straight up abuse he had you suffer through, you loved him. How you're still by his side is beyond him, a twinge of hurt in his chest burrowing down to his tummy, soothed only by the cute little mewl you instinctively know to let out in encouragement. Describing himself as thankful doesn't even do his emotions justice, and words of praise even less so— though still he tries.

This is the least he could do in return for all those awful years he subjected you to. A gentle promise spread across the pad of his thumb, rubbing tenderly up and down your hip for you to giggle at. And God, what a pretty sound that is. You can hear how it tugs at his heart, can't you? Surely, because he can barely hear himself think over the loud thump in his chest. How even the comparatively innocent touch of his free hand squeezing at your waist is charged with intent, the way your pretty lashes flutter under him as his nails drag up and down your exposed skin so lightly that it must tickle causing his breath to hitch. He can't help but mumble a pitiful pretty, and pitiful is correct, because he's so fucking down bad for you that it's insane. Should be illegal, if he had anything to say about it. Pouting down at you when you whisper his name, followed by a sweet thanks that God he just wants to drink up, biting down on his bottom lip to try and hide the wide smile your dulcet tones bring out of him— but it's no use. Of course you can see right through him. Always have, only now he's not so afraid to hide his true nature.

That being his complete and utter adoration for you and your pretty little body, soft skin hot under his rough hands; it's nice, yknow. To just touch you like this, ignoring the underlying hint of greed shown in the tent in his underwear in favour of rewarding you simply for existing. Because you deserve to be treated like the best thing that's ever happened to him; because you are. And he needs to do right by you now, make up for his past mistakes with his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek in faux playful annoyance over your holier than thou position beneath him. The bottom truly holds all the power, don't you, love?

"I meant it. Too fuckin' pretty, s'annoying." He smiles, toothy and genuine when you smile back up at him. And he does mean it, fuck does he mean it. Leaning down a little to give your forehead a little kiss, trailing his lips down to your cheek only to place another, smiling against your skin when you giggle at his barely there touch grabbing at your waist to keep you in place for him to press a few more kisses at the corner of your lips in a teasing manner— a hoarse be patient crawling up his throat when you try to wiggle free to give him a proper kiss, but he soon gives in to your cuteness anyway. Letting his tongue poke out just a little against your lips, chest vibrating with a satisfied hum he moans down your mouth when you reciprocate the lewd action. But still, he'd like to take his time. Making out with you so slowly, still letting his hands roam up and down your naked body with purpose, as if mapping every possible inch of you in the event that you were to ever leave him— the thought of which has him kissing you deeper in a silent beg for you to stay. See, I love you.

Running his wide open palms up to your tits, letting himself cup them as delicately as possible as if he were afraid that anything stronger would have you shattering beneath him; a far cry from his younger self, he internally cringes at the memory. But in his kiss there lies hope. Hope for a better future, to become a better man for you. And that starts here, with every suck of your tongue inside his wanting mouth, every drop of shared saliva down each others throats, and every grope of his big hand against your tits. The other rests idly at your waist, dipping down just to playfully pinch at the fat of your thighs; one of his favourite places to be between.

He pulls away from your lips when he feels you do the same, enamoured by the string of saliva still stretched between his lips and your own as if it were an extension of you, and by that he means deserving of all the love he can muster. When you simply stare up at him with those big puppy eyes he has to bury his face against your chest just to hide the creeping heat on his cheeks, content enough to turn his attention to your tits with one getting palmed by his hand, and the other receiving his mouths tender treatment. Surely you won't complain about his cowardly hiding if he were to devote more time to pleasing you, right? Lapping at your nipple like a kitten, savouring every sigh, hiccup, and moan you make while he busies himself with indulging in your taste. Worshipping every inch of you as he shuffles his body closer between your legs, gasping into the feeling of his rock hard cock rubbing against his underwear which rests heavy at your cunt. Not that he has any intention of doing anything about it, because loving and doting on you is pleasurable enough for him, slurping and sucking and pinching as a means to communicate: I'm sorry, let me make it up to you.

Because he's never really been the best with words, opting instead to pop off of your pretty tits with a loud smack! only so that he can see how cute your expression gets when you feel his hand travel further south, ghosting over your skin just to have you shiver into him, make you feel as good as you've treated him, yeah?

"Dunno what I'd do without you," He sighs, almost whispering from how sincere his words are. "Wanna show you how much y'mean to me. S'at okay?"

Instinct begs him to attach slut on the end of his question, but your wide eyes and rushed gasp in shock of how soft he's being convinces him not to.

You take a moment to reply, and in the meantime he takes to running a single finger up and down your already sopping slit. Proof enough of how much you love him, and yet still he feels the need to earn your affections again and again, sorry remaining at the tip of his tongue regardless of how often you remind him it's okay.

But when you give him a sure nod he's immediately filled with boyish confidence, determined to prove his worth for as long as he needs to in order to properly apologise to you, and then to revere you as you rightfully deserve. He knows he's got his work cut out for him, but he's nothing if not stubborn when it comes to you, for better or for worse.

"Thank you." He whispers this time, finally allowing his fingers to stretch your folds open for him to gawk at. Hearts in his eyes and all, fuuuuck, he has to fight with himself not to tug his boxers down and just shove his cock in right there and then— because he's meant to be worshipping you. But you make it incredibly difficult for him to focus on anything other than how fraught with sheer desperation he is for you, distracting himself from his more indulgent thoughts by thumbing at your clit, clenching his teeth at the sweet little sounds his fingers touch out of you. Reaaaally taking his time, perhaps a bit too much so when your lower half wiggles under his thumb. Inwardly, he laughs at his previous words of patience; don't you know that he's trying to love on you?

"Need it that much, huh?" He gently taunts, though there's no malice in his words. Just amused domesticity, a certain warmth to his tone borne out of complete admiration for how... Well, if he's honest with himself, how perfect you are— in every respect! Every fibre of his being just begging to be allowed to worship you for the rest of his life, to have you see yourself the way he sees you.

You once again nod up at him, pretty pleading eyes coaxing him to fall further into you, to rub meaner circles against your puffy little clit like he's done plenty times before; except you're asking for it now. And there's no greater feeling in the world than to have his prayers answered as your slick coats his fingers in anticipation for his praises.

"All right then, pretty girl. Ask and you shall receive."

And true to his words, he slides his fingers down your slit and dips into your cunt. Just a little, and only one finger. The lazy pace of his actions frustrating even him, but he knows it'll all be worth it. Has to be, especially when you're huffing so cutely back at him given all his teasing thus far, jus' a little more he promises you, unsure if he's even telling the truth when you mewl all pretty and shit— God you're gonna be the death of him. Torn between teasing you all night, prolonging his prayers until the sun comes up, or giving you the release you're so desperately seeking, every squeak of the bed below your movements hypnotising him further. All he wants to do is make you feel good, praise your body to the high heavens, kiss every single inch of your skin and whisper sweet nothings against your cunt. A simple ask, really, considering you're more than wanting him to do exactly that.

So he follows through, lazily pushing a single finger inside of your warm little hole and he practically melts himself from the heat wrapped around his digit. How soft and fuckin' tight your little cunt is around him, the slow nature of his loving tonight allowing him to experience you in a whole new way; something more akin to appreciation, rather than the days of greed in the past.

"Feel okay?" He checks in with you, though there's really no need. He can tell from a mile away that your scrunched up little nose means you're having fun, but it's nice to ask anyway. If only to boost his own ego, or to show that he's serious about changing for you. "You feel— I mean, fuck. Always feel amazing," He swiftly corrects himself, chewing on his bottom lip out of habit while curling his finger inside of you, gently pulling it out and pushing back in— a slow enough pace to give you a little relief whilst also keeping you on that edge he'd like you to be at. "Always have, best cunt I've ever fucked." He's being sincere, but he cringes at the crass way his praise comes out anyway. That is until he takes a look at your face, peeling his gaze off of your finger swallowing hole for just a moment, and he bares witness to the lewd look you've now adopted.

Fuckin' praise slut, he should have known it all along, but having confirmation in the form of your rolled back eyes from a single fucking finger was worth the wait. You're worth the wait, and he can only hope that he is too when he picks up the pace. Just a little, encouraging you to writhe around a bit more, cooing down at you so sweetly in stark contrast to his usual self.

"Look so pretty like that," the finger inside of you buries deeper, curling consistently against your sweet spot until you're practically clawing at his wrist for some respite— but it doesn't come. Not out of spite, but out of love for you, he continues crooking his fingers against your squishy insides because he knows what that whine means. Gushy little cunt wrapped so tight around his finger, sucking him further in despite your desperate whines for a break. All he does is hush you tenderly, tongue between his teeth in fear of snapping and reverting back to his old manners when you look so fucking perfect with his finger inside of you, his eyes flickering between your pretty face, heaving tits, and your shiny with slick cunt.

"C'mon—" He seethes, brows furrowed in concentration of praising you, getting you off on his hand would be the highest compliment, he thinks. "Let me make you feel good, jus' give in, 'kay? He encourages, a sinful smirk tugging at his lips when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp.

Got you, he thinks to himself. Cock twitching merely from getting you off, from making you moan his name all high pitched and pretty like that while you gush around his finger, soaking through to the bed sheets below when he starts finger fucking you again to help you ride your orgasm out nicely. And the whole time he's thanking you. Softly rubbing up and down your side, occasionally groping at your tits, tugging at your ass while your insides convulse around him. Thank you, he sighs. "Thank you for trusting me."

"Thank you for sticking with me."

"Thank you for letting me see you like this."

"Thank you for believing in me."

"Thank you for cumming on my hand."

And even as he removes himself from you he's still worshipping you, practically eye fucking you as he shifts his weight down, ending up half laying on the edge of the bed to tug you closer, hands firmly wrapped around your thighs so he can sniff up and down your slick soaked slit. Vulgar as always, but it doesn't matter when he's so pussy whipped it's almost laughable, right? Maybe he should feel ashamed about how much he wants you, embarrassingly acting like a dumb dog when faces with your cunt like this— salivating from your scent alone. But upon sticking his tongue out flat against your slit to lap up all your sweet juices he figures it doesn't really matter. It couldn't matter when you taste this fucking good, cock leaking fat globs of precum from just a single suck of your clit. He quickly runs a hand through his hair, flipping his fringe up and out of the way for easier access to your sweet soaked cunt, he's serious about this, don't you know?

"Jus' cleanin' y'up." He slurs against your hole, wincing with you when you complain about how sensitive you are.

But that's okay, because if you cum on his tongue (which he's hoping for, fuck he wants you to gush in his mouth please—) then he'll just help you clean up again. And again. And again. As many times as he needs to until you instinctively know how worthy you are of worship, and how he loves you just oh so much.

#500 event!#i hate that this is technically an “aged up” writing but yknow #HES ALREADY AN ADULT ITS OK #dol smut #whitney the bully #degrees of lewdity smut #dol fanfic #degrees of lewdity fanfic

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horrorjunki3 · 11 months

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Hurt/comfort with Eddie x reader, please? c:

Hurt and comfort with Eddie Gluskin

AN: This is my first time writing for Eddie and the first time I've written something hurt/comfort, so please be nice! I’m so excited to start writing for this fandom please feel free to request Outlast or slasher content – I wanna write some NSFW stuff!

Warnings: Hints of abuse and fighting, misology, Eddie using the word 'whore' and feminises reader (they/them), Nsfw kinda

Eddie is the one that initially causes the pain this can be physical or emotional -> this more likely occurs at the start of your “marriage” when he doesn’t trust you – he often mistreats you, when it comes to not being a perfect ‘wife.’

So when you try to escape, do something he deems as ‘whoreish’, or some other trigger he’ll lose it and snap at you – overtime again this does dwindler as he generally falls in love with his darling

When Eddie wants his words are like honey, his so sweet and charming and he touches you so tenderly but opposite to that his words are venom and touches are brutal.

When you panicked he tend to sing to you and whisper sweet nothings about how much he loves you!

Hell sits you in his lap while he curses you and tells you how he feel in love with you at first sight, how cute and perfect you are, you’re the ‘wife’ his dreamed of

“oh, you fairer sex always get so hung up on the little things, of course I didn’t mean what I said earlier darling, your my wife, my soulmate beloved I’m dearly sorry”

He’ll take you on a date and press you in something pretty and will be cheesy romantic until you crack a smile.

If your ever physically hurt, he’ll bandage you up while kissing you with crocodile tears – don’t get him wrong he does feel sorry for hurting his ‘wife’ but his unable to feel bad when their covered in his marks.

Of a night if you’re crying, he will hold you in his arms and tell baby names he has for your future kids.

“Hello, my beloved wife shall we have a treat in bed while we cuddle”

The next morning you wake up to his lips on you as he is loving caresses as he apologizes and begs for your forgiveness “your my goddess baby please forgive me, I will do anything my loving wife shall I fill you up?”

Overall, a loving doting ‘husband’ to his darling and will comfort you however he can!!

#outlast x reader #eddie gluskin x reader #eddie gluskin #outlast whistleblower #outlast

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 6 months

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Trick or Treat 🎃

Hello lovely, first can I just say I adore your writing and was wondering if I could request a Halloween one for Eddie?

You and Eddie take your twins out trick or treating for the first time. Maybe a family Halloween costume too?

Request by anon ♥️

Don't copy, repost, translate or reuse my work.

Fluffy family based fic ♥️

♥️

Meeting and marrying you was the best thing that had ever happened to Eddie and life got even better when you fell pregnant with twins, two adorable little girls.

Eddie loved being a daddy, loved his little family and doted on his three girls. It was safe to say you, Alice and Evie had Eddie wrapped around your little fingers.

Not that he minded one bit even if it was a source of good natured teasing from the Hellfire boys, who he still met up with once a week for a D&D session.

Eddie was an amazing father, at first he was nervous when you announced you were pregnant. Of course he was happy but he hadn't been brought up in the most stable household. Uncle Wayne was the only parental figure he had who was always there for him.

Despite his worries he eased into the role and doted on his girls, was very protective and the most amazing storyteller.

His stories were the highlight of for you and the girls, he told them nightly and he regularly acted them out with you. Alice and Evie hung on his every word.

He would read to them as well or join you when you were reading to the girls but he grew bored and embellished or told his own stories instead.

The twins were Eddie in miniature, all big brown eyes, dimples and curly brown hair. Like their father they also had a penchant for mischief and we're honorary Hellfire members as soon as they were born.

Eddie delighted in making them tiny Hellfire shirts.

Halloween was tonight and it was the first time you all were going trick or treating.

Eddie was a little emotional that his baby girls were growing up and you instantly comforted him, both of you wondering how time had flown by so quickly.

How were your girls already three years old? You couldn't believe it and didn't want to miss any moment of them growing up as it went so quick.

It was Eddie's idea to do a family costume. The girls were obsessed with Scooby Doo and Alice was determined to dress up in the Scooby Doo outfit she had seen at the store.

"Princess, we could go as Mystery inc. What do you think?" you nod excited by this.

"Alice and Evie would love it. Evie loves Velma and they have the cutest outfits at the mall.

"You wanna be the Daphne to my Fred? Eddie beams and wraps his arms around you, kissing you tenderly.

"Always but I think for this occasion you're definely Shaggy. The girls love your impression of him" he beams proudly loving making Alice and Evie laugh with his Shaggy voice.

"I'll rope Steve into playing Fred and we can meet up with him later in the night. He owes us for babysitting the six gremlins" you giggle and swat him playfully.

"Eddie, for the last time you can't call them Gremlins" he pouts and you hide your smile privaty agreeing with his assessment. You adored Steve's kids but they were a handful.

Now that it was Halloween you had been having a lovely day with the girls baking cookies and watching Scooby Doo and Winnie the Pooh all day.

Then it was time to dress up in your outfits and get ready for trick or treating. The girls looked so adorable in their costumes and are anxious to get out and enjoy the night.

"Daddy will we go to see Uncle Dustin, Uncle Steve and Aunty Robin?" Alice asks and Eddie nods as he helps her and Evie into their coats.

"Of course princess. Now come on spooky adventures await"

♥️

The four of you set out on Halloween night excited for what was to come. Alice and Evie are already hyper and hold their pumpkin baskets giggling and pointing to the different Halloween decorations on your street.

"Daddy look at the bats" Alice points them out to him and Eddie plays up his excitement but you see the slight fear in his eyes.

Even years after surviving the demobat attack, the upside down and the horrors of the past long gone and life peaceful there was still those rare times that Eddie wakes in a sweat and panicking.

That night was the worst of your life. You really thought you had lost Eddie and the grief was overwhelming. Thankfully, he oues through but it still haunted you at times.

Squeezing his hand you distract the twins and point to a witch on the roof of one of your neighbours house, she's on a broomstick, black cat in tow.

"Can we get a black cat mama?" Evie asks her big brown eyes pleading and you look to Eddie who's already melting at her puppy eyes.

He could never resist any of your puppy eyes or pouts and always gave in.

"Maybe Santa might bring you and Alice a kitty for Christmas?" you tease and the girls cheer at this.

The four of you go door to door and your neighbours are lovely, it's not long before the girls have full baskets of candy and their eyes light up as they show you and Eddie the sweets.

Eventually you end go to Steve's, the kids all play together before you all settle down to watch a cute and only slightly spooky film.

The kids eat a little of their candy as you and Eddie relax while talking to the gang.

🎃

Eventually the night winds down and you, Eddie and the girls head home.

Both of them are exhausted and Eddie carries both of them to bed while you get their pj's ready and have them all tucked up on bed.

"What about a story?" Evie mumbles sleepily and Eddie softens.

"Not tonight baby but I promise an epic story tomorrow" she nods letting out a little yawn and then she's fast asleep like Alice.

You cuddle into Eddie and he kisses your forehead.

"Uh sweetheart, I'm not very tired are you?" he raises his eyebrows and you grin catching on to what he's hinting at.

"Not a bit, why don't we go have a little Halloween party of our own?" quietly you lead him out of the twins room and to your bedroom stifling a giggle as Eddie kisses your neck.

🎃♥️

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x wife!reader #dad eddie munson #eddie munson imagine

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k9wa · 2 years

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༊*·˚ BLESSINGS FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY ! featuring kazutora hanemiya.

∴ SYNOPSIS : where kazutora can’t help but become teary eyed at the normality of spending his birthday with you

∴ CONTENT : fluff, kazutora cries a little, gn reader, (no referring pronouns, “partner” used once.)

∴ NOTE : technically i am a day late. but thats FINE! everyone look AWAY!! also vocaloid title bc he deserves the song.

“hey.”

kazutora turned to find you peeking into your shared bedroom, while his skin was still damp from the shower he’d just stepped out of. he continued to mindlessly brush through his hair, gently waving his other hand to motion you to come in. you shook your head, playing with the doorknob at the end of your fingertips. kazutora tilted his head.

“what’s up?”

“can you come out here for a sec?”

hanemiya nodded his head, not thinking much of it. though he mentally acknowledged the nervousness he could see spilling off you, he chose not to push you about it. if something was wrong, he trusted you to tell him.

you waited expectantly for him to follow you. kazutora deadpanned.

“um, can i put on pants first?”

he couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled out of his throat at the way you dramatically rolled your eyes.

“hurry up!!”

once the door was shut, kazutora quickly slipped on a pair of sweatpants he had laid out beforehand, leaving it at that before heading into the hallway to meet you.

“it's about time.” you placed your hands on your hips, looking up at your boyfriend. you weren’t proud of the way your eyes spent a little longer than they should have on his chest.

hanemiya chuckled at you again.

“what is it? you’re makin’ me nervous.”

the feeling of your hands grabbing his own made his heart flutter like he was still a school boy.

“it’s nothing bad, cmere.”

you led him into the living space of your apartment, still holding tightly onto his fingers.

there, on the coffee table, was a small red velvet cupcake from his favourite bakery, alongside a small gift decorated in yellow wrapping paper and a pretty white bow on top.

“wha…”

“i know you said you didn’t wanna do anything, but i couldn’t not at least do this.”

you led him over to the couch, a dumbfounded look plastered across his face.

was this really for him?

a gift with his name on it, a treat picked out with his tastes in mind, all done by someone whom he still struggled to believe he deserved?

is this what birthdays were supposed to feel like? had he really missed out on this his entire life?

there was a lot of—silence? you turned to look at him again, yet you weren’t prepared for the blank look on his face, accompanied by a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

“oh—wh—are you crying? oh shit did i fuck up??”

your hands flew to his face, contrasting the gentleness of your touch as you wiped under his eyes.

“you dont—you can just eat the cupcake and i can—i can save the gift until christmas or something!”

his lack of response as he looked into your eyes only made you panic more.

“i’m sorry, i should have listened when you said you didn’t wanna do anything but—but we can just forget it! i didn’t mean to make you cr—”

a pair of lips against your own put a quick stop to your rambling, and settled the anxiety in your gut even faster.

“no, you didn’t mess up.” kazutora smiled, face still inches away from your own as he moved to kiss one of your palms that were still tenderly cupping his face.

“so—so you’re not upset?”

“not in the slightest.” he was still teary eyed, yet the endearing smile pulling at his cheeks was rather convincing. “didn’t mean to get all emotional though, kinda ruined the mood huh?” his smile turned from one of joy to one of embarrassment. “sorry, i’m just not used to this kinda stuff i guess.”

he played with your fingers fondly.

“no! no you didn’t its okay! i’m just glad you’re not upset, holy shit i thought i was about to take the worst partner of the year title.” you both laughed, and kazutora pecked your lips.

“thank you, seriously. you didn’t have to.”

“don’t thank me yet, you haven’t even blown the candle out.”

you pushed kazutora to the couch, grabbing the lighter from your pocket and finally lighting the small candle pushed into the cream cheese frosting. you lifted the small plate it was on, and held it up to kazutora’s lips.

“make a wish!”

he pretended to think for a minute, humming quietly before blowing out the flame.

little did you know, he was sure all his wishes had come true before it was even lit.

ˎˊ˗ masterlist.

ˎˊ˗ send me an ask!

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kenslilove · 1 year

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᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ So anyways like I said, takemichi is so shy cause he’s got the biggest, fattest cock. Fr.

Tagging @bvnnichuu cause she asked so nicely <33 expect a part two, cause I have so much more to say—

tw. NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI Big dick Michi, detailed dick description, oral m!receiving, mentions of throat bulging, spit,

Every time you start to go down on him he tenses, thighs threatening to snap shut and wobbling around you as you kiss down his abdomen so sweetly, so tenderly. You look up at him with those big doe eyes and a watery lower lip and he swears internally because how is he supposed to say no to a face like that?

His pants do little to conceal him when he’s hard, the bulge is throbbing, straining up against his zipper as you mouth at him, humming in delight at how twitchy he already is for you. As soon as your sweet fingers start to pop his button open and pull on his zipper does he groan out loud, fingers threaded in your hair.

“Cmon baby, lemme treat you today, wanna go down on that sweet pussy—“

“No.” You say through pouted lips. And it’s always like this. He always tries to put you and your pleasure first because he knows.

Knows he’s too big to fit in your throat and knows he’s far too big to fit all the way in that sweet cunt. But you’re addicted, in love even.

His tip already pokes from his waistband, heavy mushroom tip leaking pre onto his pelvis before you make quick work of tugging him free. His face blooms bright red when his cock bobs up only a moment, before the sheer weight of it forces it to hang at an angle, almost slapping into your pretty face.

“Sorry— I’m sorry baby.” He murmurs over and over, fingers in your hair an attempt to pull you back, maybe distract you even. But your eyes are locked in on his cock, small hearts seeming to swim in your gaze as you stare, ogle even.

12 whole inches hard, fat, two thick veins running up the back side. Pale in colour but gets darker the closer you get to the base. Curves and tilts downwards due to how heavy it is, oozes from the pinkish tip like a leaky faucet. Two heavy balls at the end to match and that always manage to catch all your drool, making it all the more sloppy, You poke your tongue out and lick up the mess of pre, the gentle touch having him jolting, head thrown back with a stuttering breath.

Oh, he was also sensitive, very sensitive.

“Want it in my mouth Michi, please? Please—“

“B-But baby..” he fights back weakly, flush travelling down his neck and along his collar bones, daring to even dye his pale chest as you wrap a hand around his base. Your fingers barely touch around him, the thickness never seeming to phase you as you pump him up and down, thumb focusing on his vein to massage it gently. “Baby— fuuuuuck. It’s too big baby.”

“I know Michi, I know..” you murmur, hand tightening when you get closer to his tip to watch how pre starts bubbling out of him all over again. You hold your tongue out flat, following your hand as you lick up and down his shaft, slicking him up, making him squirm more, breathe heavier, moan louder.

He looks down at you through lidded eyes, bottom lip bitten half swollen as you plead with your eyes. His undoing is the sweet kiss you place right on his tip, along with a whine that sends his cock jolting in your grip all over again. His fingers curling in your hair and pulling you closer is indication enough of his consent, and you happily open your mouth. Your toes curl up in anticipation as he sinks himself between your welcoming lips.

“Shit— little wider darling.” He reminds and you brace yourself on his thighs with both hands now, loosening your jaw to take more of him. It’s half way in, only half and there’s drool spilling freely from the corners of your stretched lips, tears springing to your lash line as your throat tightens in an impending gag.

“Fuuuuck—“ he grits through clenched teeth, shallowly thrusting in your mouth just like that. Hes trembling from holding back, the deepest parts of him wanting to fuck that tight little throat of yours without remorse. Watch you sputter and drool over his cock.

But you already do that with just half, fingers bunched up in his boxers and muffled moans being pushed back into your throat. Your cheeks look puffy, already wetted with spit, and you still gaze at him like he’s anchoring you down to the earth, even with his cock bruising the back of your throat.

“That’s my girl.” He praises. He always praises you, because fitting it all would be too much to ask, especially for him. But when you sink a little deeper, your choked sob making your throat bulge—

Something inside him makes his gaze darken, fingers curling tightly in your hair. His cock aches, jumps even at the sight because what would be prettier than his girl having the shape of his big dick engraved in her throat?

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5. intertwining fingers

miya osamu x gn!reader, 0.8k words, sfw / pet names: darlin’ part of my mini series: you look like a dream i never want to wake up from

your answer changes every time you were asked about where your first kiss was—

it happened on a romantic ferris wheel ride, you’d say, scratching behind your ear nervously. we kissed at the highest point and cuddled while watching the lights.

our first kiss was in the rain, you’d say, crossing and uncrossing your legs. we got caught in the rain on the way to school and he just… planted one on me.

it was at his house, you’d say, rubbing your sweaty palms on your shirt. ‘tsumu went out to get snacks from the convenience store, so it was just us. and yeah, it just happened.

—because there was absolutely no way you were telling anyone that your first kiss with miya osamu was in the inarizaki gym’s supply closet, surrounded by dusty exercise mats and rusty, decade-old trophies.

“i’ve been waitin’, darling.”

clipboard abandoned, heart thundering in your chest and eyes wide, you somehow found yourself cornered by one very persistent, very love-struck osamu.

the heavy door was slammed shut not too long ago, leaving only a thin sliver of light shining into the room, alongside a beam of dull sunshine filtering through a vent in the corner. while you could barely see osamu’s face, you can definitely feel his presence—if his warm breath against your cheek and his hands resting on your shoulders were any indication.

“ya said ya’d give me an answer today,” he continued. “so i’m here to ask ya again—before i go absolutely crazy—d’ya like me? d’ya wanna be together?”

heat flares across your cheeks and down your neck. “i— i’ll give you my answer after practice, samu. the team’s waiting, i need to bring the chairs out.”

osamu sighs softly and you feel yourself shiver at how close he was, how gently he was touching you despite being all up in your personal space. his hands move from your shoulders to hold yours, his thumb running over the back of your hand tenderly.

“but i’m sick of waiting, darlin’. i need to know now.” he shifts closer to you, the tips of your scuffed school slippers touching his, and you gulp nervously.

because it’s not like you didn’t know how to answer him.

you do.

you’ve known since he popped the question exactly a week ago, pushing you on the swings near your house while you sucked on a lollipop he bought you.

“‘samu, you’re too close…” you manage weakly.

“i want to be close to ya.”

you could hear your heart roaring in your ears now, your heartbeat picking up dangerously quickly. this close to osamu, you could smell the milk tea he had before practice, alongside a faint whiff of mild deodorant and muscle spray and him. it drives you crazy—the sweet, saccharine tone of his voice laced with something slightly demanding, slightly desperate.

your voice cracks when you speak up again, head spinning. “‘samu, i’ll give you my answer later—”

“please, darlin’. i’ll make it worth yer while. i’ll treat ya so well,” he sighs, forehead coming to rest on your shoulder. “i’ll make ya lunch, walk ya home after school, and help ya pack up after practice.”

osamu lifts his head to plant a soft kiss against your shoulder, one you could barely feel through the thick material of your standard-issue school jacket. yet, you still find yourself shuddering involuntarily at the intimacy of it all.

“i’ll buy ya flowers and help ya with yer physics homework, i’ll beat up anyone who looks at ya wrong.” he brings your hands up to either side of your head, pinning you to the wall.

nothing mattered anymore. not your missing clipboard, not the chairs you were supposed to fetch, not the rest of the inarizaki team waiting outside for their manager and star player. none of that mattered when you could only focus on osamu lacing his fingers with yours ever so gently.

“i’ll take such good care of ya, darlin’,” he promises, voice dripping with honesty and adoration. “if you’ll have me.”

he drops a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then to your lips—a quick, chaste peck. when you whine and chase his lips for more, he kisses you full and proper on the mouth—a warm kiss that was nothing more than the simple glide of your lips against his, all while he holds onto your hands with the intent of never letting go.

you realise, when you break apart for air, that you can see osamu’s blush even with a minimal amount of light in the room.

“does— was that a yes?” your lover asks, dumbfounded.

you laugh, pulling your hands away from his to cup his flushed cheeks instead. “of course, silly,” you murmur, thumbs caressing his cheekbones. “now kiss me again.”

a/n: and they lived happily ever after!!! challenged myself to write this piece in under an hour because i m a terribly slow writer and i’m proud to announce i only wandered off outside my room twice. anyways congrats to osamu for finally debuting on my blog

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a hundred different kisses — series masterlist

everything else — main masterlist

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absolute-flaming-trash · 2 years

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Hi love! First of I wanna congratulate you on your 600th followers! 🤍 I'm so happy for you and the fact that this blog is getting more and more love and attention it deserve. Keep thriving! 💜 As for the event, I would like to request Hisoka + prompt 4. “If you think I’ve forgotten about what you pulled, you’re sadly mistaken.” and 11. “Come now, you can beg better than that.” thank you! 😘

AAAHH thank you!! You're so sweet!!

Big sorry for the delay here, but I hope this was worth the wait 💛

Warnings: Implied past and future noncon, Dissociation, Beginnings of mindbreak, Implied physical abuse, Aftercare but if you squint. Not edited.

Word Count: 788

The air felt cold around you compared to the water.

Your legs were drawn up to your chest, cheek resting on your knee as water was rhythmically poured over your back.

This wasn’t the first time the two of you had gone through this process, but it never got any easier. The heat of the water was meant to soothe the ache in your muscles and the sting between your legs, but you didn’t really feel it. It was just kind of… there.

“Lay back, darling. ~♡”

You did as you were told, releasing the hold on your legs and leaning back against Hisoka’s chest, keeping your head bowed rather than resting it against his shoulder. The only time you flinched from his touch was when his fingers reached under your chin and tiled your head back so he could have access to your face.

The face-cloth felt uncomfortably hot, and you flinched again when he dragged it across your mascara-stained cheek for a second time.

“Behave, my dear.~♤”

You frowned, a small spark of your earlier defiance coming back in response to his patronizing tone. You weren’t a child, you were more than capable of cleaning yourself up.

Whether it was that same defiance or something else, you used that energy to look up at Hisoka’s face and give him a stare that a part of you hoped conveyed how you felt.

A few strands of his hair hung in his face, the tips of it a slightly darker red from the water clinging to it. His eyes were half lidded - his own eyeliner a little smudged, but nothing that made him look bad.

He smirked, dragging the cloth across your skin while maintaining eye contact. “Still have energy, do we? ~♡”

You held his gaze for a few more seconds before dropping it, trying to pretend he didn’t exist while the air of his chuckle tickled your neck.

“You make it tempting, darling ~♢.” He switched his attention to dragging the cloth from the crook of your neck along your shoulder - pressing a kiss to the softness of your skin.

His smirk widened when you shivered in response.

“Maybe when we’ve finished with our bath... ~♢”

The fact he couldn’t see your face in that moment was a blessing, because the fear that crossed it was more than telling.

He hummed, cloth long forgotten in his hand as he trailed the other along the side of your torso, lips pressed tenderly to your ear. “If you think I’ve forgotten about what you pulled, you’re sadly mistaken. ~♤”

You looked down to the hand that had moved to caress along your right arm, eying the prominent bite mark that stood out on the junction where his thumb met his palm.

While yes, he was one for more… eccentric partners, to say the least - and there were many times he enjoyed the fights and attitude you gave him - there was a new tone of fury that you saw flash through his eyes for the briefest of moments when he placed his thumb in your mouth while he had you on your knees only for you to immediately snap your jaw shut as tight as you could.

He liked the fighters, and even though he had composed himself instantly - using your little stunt as permission of his own to treat you harsher than usual - perhaps even someone like Hisoka wanted things to go smoothly every once in a while.

The irony would’ve made you laugh if the action didn’t aggravate the rib fractures.

The sensation of the cloth running against your skin unexpectedly made you jump, water sloshing around you, and you groaned when your body protested loudly at the sudden movement.

You froze when you heard him moan behind you.

“Don’t get me excited, darling, you know how much I love your noises. ~♢”

Oh, you knew.

He would do anything and everything to elicit any kind of reaction from you - whether it be a scream of pleasure, or a yelp of pain. There were no boundaries when it came to coaxing each and every little noise you had to offer from your lips until you were physically incapable of producing anything else.

But the begging is what he seemed to enjoy the most.

It didn’t matter what it was for, and half the time you didn’t know either, but his response was always the same.

“Come now, you can beg better than that. ~♢”

The memories made your lips quiver, and you felt yourself curling forward again.

“Ah, ah, come back here. ~♤”

He unwrapped your arms from your legs, intertwining your fingers with his and folding them against your chest. “I’m not done yet. ~♡”

#riri writes #600 followers event #Hisoka #Hisoka x Reader #HxH #Hisoka Morow #Hisoka Morow x Reader #Hunter x Hunter #tw yandere #tw implied noncon #tw implied past noncon #tw mindbreak #tw dissociation #tw implied physical abuse #good lord I haven't written for Hiso in a hot while #I REALLY hope this hits the mark #toliveardently

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house sitter 2 -IN TENTS- extended preview

wordcount: 4,312

NOTE: im posting this unproofread, unedited. thanks for the patience in how long it took me to get this preview done for y'all

🚨THIS PREVIEW IS extremely NSFW!!🚨

You were back in Damiano’s bed - naked and without any of the shame you had felt during that first time lying on his mattress. You were feeling too magnificent to be ashamed.

Today was a new position (as they all were for you) - sixty-nine. Your body on top of his, your face lined up with his dick as he laid comfortably with his head upon the pillow. Your bare pussy was in his face, his hands gripping and exploring your thighs. You bit your lower lip, full of anticipation and so ready to follow his instructions as you keenly watched the twitching of his dick.

“Touch it really slowly. I wanna enjoy my good girl.”

You worked gently, your fingers lightly wrapping around his hardness. You heard his lustful sighs as you moved your hand up towards the tip. As you gradually stroked back down, he lifted his head from the pillow so that he could start covering your inner-thighs with kisses. This kissing soon progressed to sucking - this wouldn’t be the first time he had left marks on your thighs.

“I’m gonna play with your hair.” He said as his fingers tenderly moved through the loose strands.

He returned his mouth to your skin, these sweet, sensual actions making the lust inside of you bloom. You started to find the right rhythm on his dick.

“That’s it.” He breathed, his fingers twirling some of your hair. “Do you wanna play with my balls now? You could put them in your mouth a little.”

You maintained your pacing on his shaft as you leaned in and tilted your head for a better angle at his sac. You started with a kiss, seeing his legs twitching in response. You moved your mouth over the textured skin, lying down kisses.

You were rewarded with kisses from him, his lips pressing onto your folds. You let your eyes flutter shut as you worked, leaving behind little invisible prints of your saliva. The fire in your gut was growing and you held his dick with a firmer, more determined grip.

“Do you wanna suck on them, not too hard, but just-...” He gasped, his instructions cut off when you acted. “Yes, that’s perfect.” You had wrapped your lips around one of the testicles, holding it in your mouth. “Oh, good girl.”

He returned the favour by sucking one of your folds into his mouth. He wiggled his head to the side, gently moving the labia before switching to the other, encouraging your pussy to melt open, with so much blood pumping to this area. With a combination of his lips and tongue, he teased you to perfection.

Dragging your tongue along the skin, you changed your focus to the other ball. He was all that you could taste, all that you could smell.

The tip of his tongue darted over your clitoral hood, giving you the feeling of an electrical current rushing your system. It sent more blood pumping to this area and disrupted any thoughts you might have had.

He curled his tongue up, treating your clitoris to even more attention. He moved his tongue slowly, his precise strokes giving your sensitivities time to grow, gradually gaining more power inside of you.

You were out of breath when you let your lips release from around his taut balls. You lapped up from the base of his dick, with the hand that he held in your hair tightening into a fist.

You steadied his length with one hand around the base while your tongue continued its broad stroke upwards. You avoided the sensitive head, licking back down as his tongue continued to glide all over your clit. Each of you marked the other with your saliva.

The tension was there, making you want to move and rock your hips. You raised the stakes by dragging your tongue over his tip in one long, uninterrupted lick. You were rewarded with a stinging on your scalp as he tugged on the strands of hair in between his fingers.

He let out a breathy moan as that connection with your clit was broken. “Nobody turns me on like you do…” He released your hair. “Nobody…

“Could you suck on Daddy’s balls a little more?” He asked, his voice so sweet. “Only if you want to, you don’t have-... ha, oh, uh-huh, that’s it.”

You didn’t hesitate in moving back down to suck one of his balls into your mouth, taking the taut sac past your lips and teeth. Once inside, you began to massage across the skin with your tongue, bringing a happy sigh from him.

At the same time as this action, you used your hand to stroke his length. He whimpered as you worked him up-and-down at a relaxed tempo.

You removed his testicle from your mouth and applied your tongue to his length, to follow the path of your hand. In one long lick you travelled across every sensitive inch. You finished this with a flair - swirling your tongue all over the head. You let his taste dance across your palette as you kept on swirling, dedicating more time to enjoying the crown of his dick.

He was twitching in response to this attention. You felt the mattress shifting as he worked against the urge to buck his hips.

“Let me hold your hair.” He said, wrapping the strands gently around his fist. “Yes. I want you to put me in your mouth, but just a little. You don’t have to try to do the whole thing right away, but God, I really wanna feel that mouth.”

With him holding onto your hair, you started to bob your head down lower. You parted your lips, letting the hot skin of his shaft glide across them before setting them into place, securely around him.

“That’s it.” He panted.

He lifted his legs up on either side of your head, bending his knees as he did so. In the air, he crossed one ankle over the other, and this was how he brought his legs down, to rest on your back. In the process, you were pushed down, with more than an extra inch of his cock being eased into your mouth.

Using his pointer finger, he began to play at your dripping entrance, shifting your concentration. Slowly, he pushed inside, letting your cunt eagerly grip him.

You couldn’t help but start to suck on him a little. He responded by filling your cunt with more of his finger, letting you feel him deeper as you kept your lips wrapped around his girth.

You started to moan against his dick when he added a second finger into your pussy. He flexed and moved these, exploring between your sensitive walls.

“Bob your head on it.” He said.

Ever-so-slightly, you relaxed your jaw, allowing you some freedom of motion. You rubbed your lips up-and-down the portion of his dick that had been resting in your mouth.

“Yes, just like th-... good girl.” He said, before you felt him readjusting his arms. He wrapped them around your waist, tensing the muscles. “Let me hug this sweet pussy to my face.”

You were lowered down, more of your body pressed to his as your cunt got closer to his face. You kept at your pace on his cock, moving your head toward him again-and-again.

His capable tongue dragged along your slit, bringing whines from you. Moving his head allowed him to apply more pressure, which made you want to go limp in his embrace. His thorough lapping at your pussy had you absolutely aching for more.

Needing to take a full breath, you moved your mouth off of his cock. You maintained your motion with your hand, stroking at the same pace.

After taking a couple of deep breaths, you moved your face back into his crotch. As your hand moved up-and-down more of his shaft, you tilted your head to the side, setting your sights on his balls. You started to kiss and lick them again.

He pulled back from your cunt with a moan. “I’m so happy that you’re mine.” He seemed to squeeze your body tighter, giving you a fluttery feeling inside. “You make Daddy so happy.”

You let out a dreamy sigh, your heart feeling fuller for having heard that. You hadn’t been expecting it, but that didn’t mean his words were out of place. You savoured them, inspired to invest more effort to prolong his state of pleasure, wanting to treat him to more.

You kissed your way off of his sac and began to kiss along his shaft. As you slowly headed up to the crown of his dick, you cupped both of his balls in your hand.

He released his legs from around you, beginning to move a little. “Hang on, babydoll.”

You took your mouth off of him and raised your head so that you could look back at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

He guided you as he readjusted, moving to sit up with you. “No.” Once the two of you were facing one another, he placed his hands onto your cheeks. You looked into his warm eyes. “Not at all. Actually, it’s kind of the opposite of that.” He wore a small smile as he spoke. “Everything you were doing was so perfect, felt so amazing that I was starting to get close, babydoll.

“And that’s not how I wanna… I wanna be inside of you when I come.” He said, his fingers stroking your face. “Can I be inside you when I come?”

You grinned and leaned in, giving him a quick kiss. “Yes. Yes, I want that.”

“No, don’t lie down.” He said when you began to move. “I want you to be on top.” You sat upright again at that. “Cowgirl, to be exact.”

You watched as he got up and walked over to the chest of draws, opening the third draw from the top. He picked out a condom, carrying only this back over to the bed.

He laid down flat on his back, returning his head to the pillow. You were amused by how his cock was pointing directly at the ceiling above as he began to apply the condom.

Once his cock was covered, he gestured for you to come closer. And you didn’t hesitate, moving over to where he was comfortably reclined. Before climbing on top of him, you kissed him.

You straddled him, unable to keep yourself from kissing him more. Loosely, he wrapped his arms around you, your bare bodies pressed against one another in this new position.

You pushed yourself up, rocking your body weight back so that you could sit on top of him. He gazed up at you, a look of admiration as he took in all of the details, making your heart swell up. It made you want to kiss him more, it made you want to drive him into a state of toe-curling bliss.

“Bellissima…” He said, resting his hands on the roundness of your hips.

You didn’t think you would ever get used to this new way of him complimenting you - the flattery almost more than you could cope with every time. You knew that he could quite easily have any woman he wanted, and somehow you had become the one that he desired. It always made you feel very lucky, especially when he used actions to follow up his words.

You used your pointer finger to draw patterns on his bare chest as you looked at him. “How do you want me, Daddy?”

“Lift yourself up a little bit.” He instructed and you lifted your butt off of him, braced on your knees. “Yep, just like that. And now I can do this…” His hand reached down, wrapping around his cock to guide it. He lined the head up with your pussy, allowing you to feel the beginnings of pressure here. You felt that throb between your legs anew and he drew in a quick breath. “You put yourself down onto it.” He returned his hands to your hips. “However you want, you can go slow, or you can make it real fast.”

You nodded and wrapped your hand around his, holding on as you began to lower yourself down again. You gasped at the feeling of your cunt stretching, and quickly that needy throb was radiating out, rushing to fill even more of you.

“That’s it.” He rasped, his hands holding you tighter.

Slowly, you pushed your pussy down onto his dick, feeling your breath being taken away for the moment. Having him inside of you was just as exciting as it had been that first time, prompting noises to fall from your mouth.

Inch-by-inch, you eased yourself down, fully engulfing his length in your warmth. You settled your body weight down, figuring out the best position.

But before you could begin to move and take advantage of this new position, you were distracted. A distant, yet loud chirping briefly ruptured the silence in his home.

You paused, looking at him. “What was-...?”

“A text.” He said of his phone in the other room. “Don’t worry about it.”

Given your current set-up, this was an easy instruction to follow. His focus hadn’t been disturbed and he was still looking at you in that way - the way that encouraged you to fall.

You licked your lips as you grinded forward into him. The corners of his lips lifted into a smile and you felt his body tense beneath you.

It wasn’t long before the interruption of his phone was forgotten as he started to lift his butt from the bed. With measured rocking, he sought a greater depth.

You thought that you heard the message tone a second and third time, but you didn’t give it the same attention. You didn’t let it hold any significance as you put all of your effort into matching his rhythm, meeting his quickening thrusts.

“Oh babydoll, you did such an amazing job before that I don’t know how long I’m gonna last. You got me so close.” He said.

Pride swelled up inside of you at that. It was a unique accomplishment and you savoured how it felt.

In order to keep from being bucked off, you had to clench your thighs around him. The unrelenting power of his rhythm had you feeling ready to surrender.

But as your body started to uncontrollably quiver, you were thrown another distraction. This sounded just as far as the other chiming from his phone.

The difference came in the duration - these musical notes weren’t ending. The unfamiliar melody played on, someone wanted to get hold of him with more urgency than before.

But his reaction was practically the same. “Ignore it.”

You flicked your hair back from your face, unable to keep yourself from keeping track of the ringing. “What if it’s something important?”

“There is literally nothing in the whole world that could be more important to me than having you on top of me.” He said.

“But what if it’s…?”

His eyes hadn’t left your face. “Ignore it, honey.”

“Don’t you think the ringing is a little distracting?” You asked.

“You just need to moan loud enough that I can’t hear it.”

You giggled. “Well, you better give me something epic to moan about.”

There was a glint in his eyes as he popped his index finger into his mouth and you found yourself paying less attention to his ringing phone. Now you were trying to guess what he was planning.

When the tip of his finger came to rest against your clitoris, all thoughts flew from your brain. A new feeling swelled up inside of you, immediately powerful enough to block out everything else. You grinded down harder on him, your jaw growing slack. You shut your eyes, letting go of your need to have the next sassy, or sexy, word.

“Is this epic enough for you?” He asked.

He moved his other hand to the top of your thigh, gripping you here as he began to rock his hips again. He set into a quick speed, wasting no time in building up and all that you could do was try to keep up.

You were ascending, with all of the sensations in your body falling into place to sing the most glorious harmony. You couldn’t help the way you were moaning so loudly as it became effortless to let go of everything. You allowed your desires to take the lead, guiding you as you got closer to that amazing edge.

He worked you over to perfection - his finger on your clit as he consistently drove between your sensitive walls. Your moans had progressed to cries and squeaks of delight as the sensations only grew more intense.

You were beginning to crumble, at the threshold of too much. Your hips stuttered and bucked excitedly, with you falling out of his magnificent rhythm. You twitched forward, shoulders slumping.

He lifted his back from the mattress, cupping your cheek. “That’s it, come for me, good girl.”

“Yes.” You whimpered through the continuous shivers.

Leaning into him, you felt yourself falling apart and you didn’t hold it off. You surrendered with triumph, capturing the white-hot ecstasy of your climax in a moment that left you blind to everything else.

The release radiated out, with all of the tension evaporating from your body. A smile lifted the corners of your mouth to the sounds of his moans. He repeated your name, holding your body tighter to him, until his strength left him.

The two of you sprawled out on his bed, separating ever-so-slightly. You laid facing him as you continued to vibrate with bliss. You listened to the noises of him trying to catch his breath as you kept wearing that smile.

When you opened your eyes, the colours in the room seemed brighter than you remembered. Your heart fluttered as you looked over your impossibly handsome partner, enchanted by the memories you had just made together.

“How are you doin’, honey?” He asked after a time.

“I’m pretty great.”

He rolled onto his side and loosely wrapped his arms around you. “Actually, you’re incredible.”

He had just started to pepper your mouth with overzealous kisses, when you both heard the ringing of his phone start up again. He halted what he was doing to sigh.

You gave his back a pat. “You really should get that.”

“You don’t mind, you promise?”

“I promise.” You said over the ongoing chiming.

He sighed again as he began to get up. “It’s gonna be nothing important and then I’m gonna get annoyed.”

You watched him heading toward the doorway. “Then it’ll be my job to cheer you up when you get back.”

This made him pause, glancing back over his shoulder. He was grinning and when he winked you couldn’t help but giggle a little. You were still feeling like you were floating, filled with the echoes of giddy tingles.

From the living room, he yelled out over the ringtone. “It’s your brother.” A second later, he was answering the call.

The atmosphere had changed and you could no longer relax. The two of you had been waiting for the right time to tell Renardo, actively keeping him in the dark until then.

Damiano was rushing when he returned to the bedroom to deliver the news to you. “He’s gonna be here in like three minutes.”

“What?” You snapped, sitting up.

He was quickly opening draws and pulling out clothes for himself. “Yeah, he’s literally around the corner.” He was making fast work of clothing his nude body. “I forgot that it was- he kept changing his mind about which day-...” You had gotten out of the bed, hurrying to collect your own clothes. “He needs to get a new pump for his inflatable mattress before the camping trip and I said that I would go with him to the shop, like an idiot. And he wasn’t sure which day he wanted to go, but I guess he made up his mind.”

“I don’t want to-....”

“It’s alright.” He said gently. “We don’t have to tell him right now. We’ll find the right time, honey.”

That helped with the sinking feeling in your stomach, but you were still stressed. “Should I hide? I can just let myself out after you guys are gone.”

“No, we’ll come up with a cover story.” He said as you finished doing up your jeans. He sighed when you met his eye. “This isn’t how I wanted to leave things off between us.”

“I know.”

He approached you. “It’s too soon.”

For the moment you forgot to be stressed, and you smiled when he cupped your elbows in his hands. You stared into his eyes, allowing yourself to get distracted by a craving to know what he was thinking.

“You deserve a better goodbye than this.”

It was so natural to begin leaning into him and you licked your lips. “You’ll have to make it up to me next time.”

You thought that he was on the verge of kissing you - the two of you existing in your own bubble.

Before further skin-to-skin contact could be made, the buzzing of his intercom interrupted you. You took in a quick inhale as some of your focus returned. He let go of you, taking a step away from you.

But before leaving the room, his palm collided with your butt, making you gasp. You could feel the blush in your cheeks as you followed him out of the bedroom. The stress was back in full-force and your mind raced - so many bad scenarios unfolding. You smoothed your hands over your hair as you glanced down at your body, looking for adjustments that needed to be made to your clothes. Were you carrying the scent of your fuck with you? How could you spoil the secret?

After buzzing Renardo into the building, you and Damiano separated yourselves. He went into the kitchen while you sat on the sofa, instantly overthinking your posture. You avoided leaning back and getting too comfortable. You held your phone in one hand, hoping this would give you an unengaged appearance.

“Honey, do you need some water?” He asked.

“No, don’t give me anything like that, I don’t want it to look like I’ve been here for long, and I’m gonna leave as soon as I can.” You said in a rush.

“Alright.”

Renardo was surprised to see you, eyebrows raised as he came into the living room with Damiano. “Oh, hi. I didn’t realise you’d be here. Are you guys hanging out, or something?”

“Nah, she was just stopping by to return my slow cooker.” Damiano said.

“Slow cooker, since when do you know how to cook?” Renardo asked, flopping down on the sofa.

You cleared your throat. “Well, he, uh, taught me an easy recipe and I nailed it.”

“Yeah, I’m a great teacher.” Damiano said.

You cleared your throat again, keeping yourself from making any eye-contact with him. “So, still getting supplies together, bro? Are you gonna be ready for the trip? I mean, it’s only one week away.”

The camping trip was on its way to becoming a tradition, with this being the fourth year that it had taken place. To celebrate the first week of spring, a group of your friends and a group of your brother's friends would drive to the secluded campgrounds for a weekend of games, hiking and drinking.

Every time Renardo had forgotten something of significance. It was a habit you were accustomed to, seeing it from your brother since childhood.

“I just hope that you don’t forget to leave space to pack in all of that sarcasm.” He said. “Are you gonna tell me you’re already fully packed and ready to go?”

“No, but I don’t need to do last-minute shopping like you losers.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re so dramatic. One week isn’t the last-minute. It’s seven whole days. Maybe if it were seven hours until leaving time. But a week is a substantial difference.”

“Well, as much as I’d love to sit here and debate the classification of last-minute with you…” You said as you got to your feet. “I don’t wanna keep you from your essential shopping. And I’m meeting a friend for coffee pretty soon.”

“Did you want us to drop you off at the café?” He offered.

“No.” You said instantly. “Thanks for the offer, but it’s not necessary, the café is just a block away, I can walk it.”

Your brother shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

You headed toward the door, which brought you closer to where Damiano stood. Your eyes met and a smile started to form on your face at once. “Thanks again for the slow cooker.”

“Anytime.” He said. “Have fun with your friend.”

You didn’t take a full breath until you reached the bus stop. You had gotten away with it, protecting the secret of this very young arrangement. The brand new relationship belonged solely to the two of you and that felt correct. You were relieved to have avoided the awkwardness of any of your brother’s questions or opinions.

You were leaving earlier than you had anticipated and you weren’t sure how you were going to spend the rest of your day. Certainly, it would be wretchedly dull compared to getting to experience that time with Damiano.

You climbed aboard the bus, beginning to make your way home.

You were left breathless all over again when a notification bearing his name popped up on your phone.

Already planning out all the ways I’m gonna make it up to you for that subpar goodbye.

You were filled with a giddy rush, unable to keep yourself from smiling as your mind raced down the path of what was to come next.

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