#it's not his suave and sultry laugh

[lordcaptains]

ASKING AFTER THEIR FRIENDS I Baldur's Gate III

[luvjunie]

— roller skating

pairing: e-42!miles x fem!reader

contains: romance, slightlyyy (barely) suggestive fluff, miles and reader are in their late teens for realistic purposes

summary: you and miles go on a date to the roller rink and you have a hard time picking up the skill. you ask him to demonstrate for you and he obliges, but you’re so caught up in him that you’re not sure you learned anything at all. wc: 1,254

a/n: if you want to listen to the song mentioned while reading, i suggest you start it when you come across the spotify link i added during the exact scene it’s playing in the story. i highly recommend waiting until prompted so you can experience exactly what reader did cause chileeee. it hits differenttt like i fr made myself fall in love with this one 😭 also if you didn’t know, this is the exact vibe of a black roller rink lol. example 2

🎧: Close To You - Dreezy, T-Pain

“miles, i’m going to fall.” you whined nervously, your body basically glued to the length of your boyfriend’s right arm.

“you won’t ma, i got you.”

he laughed gently at your uneasy stance, and secretly at how terrified you were of participating in what’s been one of his favorite activities since he was a child.

his skates rolled smoothly against the floor as he guided the both of you to the rink; but yours, however, awkwardly clunked around as you settled for taking wary steps, instead of actually gliding like you were supposed to.

how you ended up agreeing to a date at the roller rink with miles was beyond you. you were someone who tripped over your own two feet at least twice a day from simply trying to walk. but with his promise of teaching you and his guarantee of going slow, your nerves had dissipated some— until you’d actually slipped the skates on and got out onto the rink.

“don’t pick your feet up mama. just push them out to the side, one after the other and lean your body forward. you got it.”

you heard his instructions loud and clear, but your brain still struggled to send the correct signals to your unsophisticated body.

you wobbled against the browned, laminated wood, not really a fan of your newfound lack of control when it came to your own legs. right hand hovered out beside you in preparation for a tumble, the fingers of your left were tightly clamped around miles’ bicep as an effort to keep your balance. you had a death grip on him, too focused on not eating shit to wonder if you were hurting him or not. you weren’t, but even if you were, he wouldn’t tell you.

“you’re overthinkin’ it.” he smiled down at you, finding your instinctive need to hold onto him adorable.

“how the hell do you do this without falling flat on your ass?” you asked, already exasperated from your short trek from the bench.

“i’m just like that.” he shrugged suavely, chuckling discreetly when your head turned towards him with a pointed glare. “practice. my moms taught me when i was eight,” he rephrased, and you stumbled suddenly, but he quickly caught you by your arm, two strong hands steadying you before your feet could sweep out from under you.

“okay, no, this isn’t gonna work,” a shaky breath pushed passed your lips and somehow you managed to bring the both of you to a stop over by the wall of the rink, hand instantly finding purchase on the railing. “can you just, i don’t know… demonstrate, first?” you waved your hand around, motioning towards the other people out on the floor to get your point across. “maybe if i watch you do it, it’ll come to me easier.”

he nodded, retreating from you slowly, backwards. he gestured back and forth between the both of you with his finger, your eyes unintentionally falling to it. “eyes on me, aight?” he instructed with a subtle smirk, a sultry trace lingering in his tone.

you couldn’t take them off him even if you tried, so that wouldn’t be a problem.

you were convinced your attraction towards this man couldn’t become any stronger than it already was, until “Close To You” by Dreezy started playing through the speakers and the spot lights on the ceiling dimmed dreamily to a mellowed pink, blue, and orange— blending into a seductive mix of captivating hues that illuminated the rink. you felt yourself swoon, and had half a mind to curse out whoever was on music and lighting for aiding in the palpitations of your heart as your eyes followed your boyfriend closely.

you watched his feet first, as one fanned out in a small half-circle after the other, the movement allowing him to skillfully glide out onto the bustling rink.

how he was able to skate backwards when you had such a hard time grasping the concept of even doing it the normal way, you didn’t know. not to mention sifting through people without bumping into a single one of them. and while the technique of it all seemed simple on paper, what really impressed you was how effortless he made it look.

facing the opposite way of everybody else as he cruised, his hips languidly swayed to the beat of the music, upper body leaning just the slightest with them and you had no choice but to gawk at him— at how handsome he looked, at how good he was at this. at how his lips were absentmindedly tucked into themselves due to his focus, then unfurled to faintly mouth the lyrics.

lord have mercy.

you were mesmerized to say the least, lips parted somewhat and mouth dry. it was like everyone else had disappeared, like the two of you were the only ones in the room; time moving slower than it usually did.

once he started enjoying himself and got into a groove, he’d forgotten you were even watching him, until he caught your marveling eyes transfixed on him from across the rink, chin dropping to his chest for a beat as he simpered to himself. tongue wetting his lips, he shook his head in amusement. he already knew why you were looking at him like that.

with one foot expertly crossing in front of the other periodically, he maneuvered himself through a few stragglers with a brief look over his shoulder, swiftly spinning around a couple that happened to be in his way.

yeah, now he was just showing off.

you had no idea what your face looked like, but as he rounded back over to where you were, he laughed at your awestruck expression and called out to you.

“you droolin’, mami!”

if your jaw wasn’t already dropped from watching him nonchalantly coast around, it definitely was now.

your fingers mindlessly rushed to check, because honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if you were, only for a playful glower to settle onto your face when you realized he was messing with you.

having forgotten you were supposed to try for yourself, your eyes widened in slight panic when he suddenly skated over to you and gently took your hand, pulling you out onto the floor against your will.

“no no no no-!”

“cálmate, mama.” he drawled, his words dragging on as he shot you that same charming smile that’d made you fall in love with him in the first place. “i’ll hold you, no te preocupes (don’t worry). just c’mere,”

you gave him a look of uncertainty, but reluctantly moved your feet just enough to get closer to him anyway. he met you halfway, and snaked his right arm around your waist, expertly turning you so your backside was facing him before he pulled you flush against his body, and your teeth found your bottom lip before you could stop them.

his left arm then came around to your front to meet the other and your lungs drew in a wavered breath at the feeling of his hands resting on the soft of your inner thighs, dangerously close to having your knees buckling. your face bloomed with a sweltering heat, mind entirely corrupted by him and him only. how the intoxicating aroma of his dior sauvage cologne invaded your nostrils; how it felt being against him like this. lashes fluttering and mind turning to putty at the way he was holding you, your warning to him was merely a whispered reminder.

“miles.”

“shhh, i know what i’m doin’.” his response had a double meaning to it as he kept you tightly pressed to him, figure hunched over yours a bit. his breath warmed your skin and his lips brushed the shell of your ear when he spoke, his hands tapping rhythmically against your thighs to keep up with the beat of the song while he helped guide you into the same fluid movement he’d demonstrated prior.

your hands came down to rest overtop his, and you were shocked at the way your body naturally began to sway in sync along with his once you let yourself relax into him; the both of you settling into a comfortable stroll.

“see, ¿que te dije? (see, what’d i tell you?)” he teased, his voice a deep hum against your cheek. “you got it.”

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[anantaru]

okay but imagine making out w kazuha

cw. making out with kazuha <3, gn! reader

smooth lips— as smooth as silk, follow the trace of your jaw as kazuha without required haste, moves himself to your lips at last.

to the casual eye, he was suavely charming, a man who did not fear any forthcoming adventures ahead of himself. yet you— his sweet love, knew a whole different side of him that he deliberately kept concealed— one which was littered with deep, passionate feelings.

your kazuha was gentle and kind, sweet and wonderful while his love for you burned like a raging fire, though he portrayed this flickering emotion as unruffled and calm as a serene sea.

now, another precise twist and his skilled tongue rangers over your wet muscle, mapping out each and everything you gifted him— and the man catches himself molding into the shape of your lips as if attempting to fuse and relish your warm touches in double measure.

kazuha catches a shortened chime and laughs softly when he listens to your whimpers, a humming and soft kind of laugh that felt suited for this feverish situation, "am i moving too fast for you?" he wonders, voice low and sultry, bordering on becoming even sweeter.

"tell me." he plants a tempting peck on the tip of your nose, "and your wish is my command."

"no, don’t worry you're not." you smile away the gleaming flustered expression on your face, kissing his lips again, "you’re not at all—" and cut him off at last as your tongue slithered past his mouth again. kazuha deeply hums into your kiss as he slides his hands up your sides and something in your throat must've snapped as you whined out yet again, maybe it was the way he touched you, the way he added enough softness while alarming you of his need.

profoundly was the reason a more simple one— you're face to face, squeezed into one another and thirsty, and you breathe a little heavier when you heard your boyfriends first little gasps and hisses.

kazuha was just unfairly sexy, it almost stung and pained you to have someone so beautiful worship your every square. and then you remember that above everything and all, of course, he was yours and you were his.

no words couldn't possibly describe this pleased gratefulness ..

.. though a couple kisses certainly could.

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[mxnbi]

Last but not least

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⋆˚✿˖° Bonten!Rindou X reader

⋆˚✿˖° SYNOPSIS It was finally time for Rindou to have his turn with you, what better way to end the 3 week journey than in the car?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

⋆˚✿˖° CW: car sex, fem! reader, overstimulation, cumming more than once, quite a bit of dirty talk

⋆˚✿˖° tags: rindouxreader rindou haitani tokyo revengers tokrev tokyo rebenji bonten haitani brothers roppongi brothers nsfw smut rindou smut anime manga anime smut manga smut fem reader car sex

21+ nsfw smut, minors DNI

You thought that you’d be used to coming to club by now, but your heart pounds against your chest at the thought of what’s to come.

Under specific instructions from Rindou, you came commando. Feeling extra bare, your thighs subconsciously stuck together as you walked. A subtle breeze lifting your mini skirt occasionally.

Unexpectedly, you saw the well dressed man waiting for you by the club entrance, a cigarette between his lips as he rested his back on the wall.

His suave demeanour made your heart jump for a second, his aura different from the first two you could confidently call sickos. Really sexy sickos that is.

None the less, you confidently walked towards him, still putting on that bold front you had from three weeks ago.

The clacks of your heels caught his attention. Rindou looked up and greeted you with a small smile. One that stopped you mid tracks as you expected a colder acknowledgement.

“Hey, let’s head back to my apartment. I got Ran out of the house for tonight.”

Rindou gently motioned you in the direction of his car and you followed his lead.

To say you were delightfully confused is an understatement. His calm and polite attitude makes you wonder how he could hang out with such lunatics all day, especially when he’s related to one.

The walk to the car was a comforting and peaceful journey where you forgot that you had nothing on under that skirt. It almost makes you wonder if you are even getting laid tonight.

“Alright here we are.”

Before you could even reach your hand out for the door handle, the door is already wide open with Rindou standing right by it.

You hesitantly sat in his car, almost too afraid to dirty his expensive car seats. Stress and anxiety filled your head as you worry about your bare pussy pressed against the spotless white leather.

Your train of thought was cut short by the thud of Rindou slamming the door shut. You watched him start the car and zip out of the parking lot, all while still in a daze.

“You’re a lot different than I thought.”

You awkwardly laughed.

Rindou glanced at you with a clear hint of curiosity in his eyes, all while still facing ahead.

“Is it because I didn’t want to fuck you in a dingy club full of drunk and smelly people? Or the fact that I held the door open for you?”

You giggled at his sly remarks aimed at his trio mates.

“Yeah I guess, you seem so…polite and calm.”

The car was filled with his soft laughs.

“Baby I may be a gentleman, but I’m never up to anything good.”

The conversation flowed like a smooth river, as if you guys had talked for months. The chemistry was unmatched and you have never felt so comfortable around someone you met at a club.

“Don’t be mistaken though, I may have this polite demeanour but I’m still phenomenal in the sheets.”

The sudden detour of the conversation shocked you a little, fidgeting in your seat to hide your shyness.

Rindou immediately noticed how your mood shifted. The way you turned your head towards the window and squeezed your legs together just gets the blood pumping. He wanted to push you even further beyond your limits.

“I don’t know what kind of expectations the two clowns have given you, but whatever that’s happening tonight will make you forget them in an instant.”

The way his sultry and smooth voice coats your ears makes his cocky words twenty times hotter. It makes you wonder just how good his cock, no, even just his fingers would feel up against your walls.

Seeing you in such a fluster tightens Rindou’s pants by the second, and right now, he simply could not wait any longer.

He makes a quick turn and stops by an empty road side, parking his car and rolling the windows up to prepare for what’s to come.

Seeing that you’re not parked by an apartment, you looked over in confusion only for Rindou to lock lips with you.

A yelp escaped your lips, obviously shocked from the sudden physical contact, but you weren’t hating it.

His big hands held the back of your head gently, holding you in place as his tongue touched every part of your mouth.

“Mm god… I see why they wanted to fuck you so bad now. You just taste so good.”

You moaned into the kiss at his praises. His hands roamed your body from your neck, to your chest and down to your ass, feeling up your naked cheeks under the fabric of your skirt.

“You really didn’t wear anything. You listen so well baby.”

Rindou whispered softly in between kisses.

You got wetter with each word that comes out from his mouth. His praise making your pussy twitch and pulse every time.

Rindou quickly pulled away, licking his lips.

“Get back in there.”

He nodded his head in the direction of the back seat and you wasted no time jumping through to the back.

Rindou himself got out of the car only to enter through the back to sit next to you and got straight to work.

His hand traced circles on your thighs before snaking up to your pussy, spreading your legs open in the process.

As he teased your soaked pussy, he bit at your neck, leaving a trail of red marks from the bottom of your jaw to your collar bone.

“Ngh fuck..please R-rindou…”

How could he ever say no to that?

“Fuck.. you really drive me crazy baby.”

And with that, he stuck three fingers into you with no preparation.

You screamed his name out loud, back arching against the back seat as he fingered your pussy hard and fast.

“Fuck! Oh my god yes…”

You leaned your head back, giving him more access to your chest and neck. He took this invite and quickly pulled down your bralette.

Rindou leaned down to pop your hard nipples into his mouth. His tongue tracing circles around the hard bud.

Your legs start to twitch and shake, a signal to show him that you were close.

Rindou saw this as an opportunity to pick up the pace, inserting his fingers into you faster than you can handle.

“Oh fuck fuck I’m g-gonna cum…”

Your thighs shuddered at the overwhelming sensation as Rindou mercilessly fingered you.

“Go on baby.”

That was all he had to say before you coated his digits in your juice.

Your chest heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath. You failed to notice Rindou undoing his belt buckle and pant zip.

He planted a quick kiss on your temples before slowly pushing you back to lay down.

“I know you just came but..I just can’t wait any longer.”

Even in the dark, you could see a sheer tint of red across his cheeks.

He brought your right leg up to rest on top of his broad shoulders as he hovered over you.

“Tell me if it’s too much okay?”

You felt his round tip at your entrance slowly pushing its way in through your pussy lips.

You both moaned out loud at the insertion, feeling like he was made to fit in you.

“F-fuck I can’t believe those two got to try you first.”

Rindou bit his lip as he slowly thrusted into you, savouring every nook and cranny in your wet cunt.

He was much bigger than you anticipated, feeling his cock head probe at parts of you that no one has ever touched.

You looked down and saw an ever so slightly bulge at your pelvis, right where his cock resides in you.

You feel Rindou speed up, his hips slapping against your thighs while he fucks your pussy harder and harder. Wet squelching and whimpers filled up the air in the car.

“Oh fuck Rindou! Fuck you feel so good oh my god.”

He shot you a cocky smile, as if he knows how good he can make your pussy feel.

His finger nails dug into your waist as he forcefully snaps his hips back into yours. Making you scream with each thrust.

“Tell me baby, tell me how much better I am than those two clowns.”

You could barely even let out a word, your hands flailed around trying to grasp at something to steady yourself from the rough fucking.

“Fuck your cock feels so much b-better- Fuck! S-so much better!”

A low groan slipped from Rindou’s lips hearing those words.

He quickly unbuttons his shirt before playing with your clit between his fingers.

You threw your head back and let out a loud gasp at the sensation. The stimulation overwhelming you by the second but you just can’t get enough of it. You loved the duality of this man. How a gentleman like him could fuck you stupid so easily. Your pussy simply can’t get enough of him and his throbbing, thick cock.

You were at your wits end. Your pussy started to tighten around his member and that’s when he knew you were about to cum a second time.

“Aahh~ fuck..c-cumming.”

You lolled out whatever words you could put together as Rindou brought a hand up to gently stroke your head.

“Cum all over my cock baby.”

His buttery voice sends you over the edge as you creamed all over his cock. You gripped at his car seat and arched your back, cumming again for the second time, coating his dick in a goopy white layer.

You tried to calm down from your intense orgasm, but he was not done yet.

His voice drops an octave and he leaned down to whisper into your ear.

“Let’s do it one more time okay?”

You looked at him wide eyed, thinking he’s insane for what he’s about to do.

He lifted your hips off the seat and thrusted into you like there was no tomorrow.

“FUCK O-oh my god wait-!”

You screamed, begging for any crumb of mercy that this man may have on you, but your pleas fell on deaf ears.

Rindou pounded your abused cunt harder than before, moaning out loud at how you pulsed and clenched around his hard cock. He can’t help but get off of overstimulating you.

You writhed and quivered under him, the sensation of his tip repeatedly punching into your soft spot made you tremble all over.

Tears started to form, only rolling down the side of your face from how rough Rindou fucked into you.

Mascara and eyeshadow started to run down your cheeks. You could only look up at Rindou in a daze with your lips parted open, letting a bit of drool escape from the corner of your mouth.

Rindou’s cock twitched inside at the sight of how messy you are.

“Fuck you look so hot like this, I want to keep you by my side forever.”

He whimpered.

Rindou was starting to come loose. He could only handle being inside such a warm and hot pussy for so long.

His thrust started to become sloppy and his groans started to turn into whimpers.

“Mmm fuck~ god your pussy is s-so good..”

Just before he came, Rindou pulled out of you and squirted ribbons of thick, white cum all over your abdomen.

As he let out a string of curse words in the form of a loud moan, he quickly replaced your empty hole with his fingers, pumping in and out of you quick.

The combination of his sweet moans, him cumming on your stomach and his long, slender fingers made that knot in your belly snap for the third time.

“FUCK RINDOU-“

Screaming his name out loud, you squirted all over his cock and shirt, soaking him in your warm liquids. His car interiors now coated in your juice.

You legs shook uncontrollably around his waist, blabbering out incoherent words as you made a futile attempt to recover from such a session.

Rindou rested his elbow next to your head, his face just a few inches from yours before he pecks you on your lips.

The car windows now foggy after a rough fuck. Rindou looked into your eyes with softness that could only be described as endearing.

“So, I’m better right?”

You smiled, wondering how he has the energy to ask a question like that after what just happened.

You looked at him through your lashes and nodded your head sheepishly.

“I guess you could say that.”

You both chuckled.

“Well, that means that I’ll be seeing you more often then.”

Rindou says with a hint of hope lingering in his voice.

You thought to yourself — You wouldn’t mind spending a couple more nights with him.

A/N: HI GUYS SORRY FOR THE DELAYYYYY ive been soooo busy with school and everything AND ESPECIALLY WITH THE CHINESE NEW YEAR CELEBRATIONS that happened during february so im sorry this took so long but YAY part 3 is finally here and i hope you guys enjoyed my little trilogy dedicated to the best tr trio hehehe <3

[usedtobecooler]

thinking about going on a date with joe and giving him a sloppy tipsy blowjob in the alley next to the bar ))):

he’s smart, sophisticated, suave in a way that made other men pale in comparison. he was cultured, intelligent, knew a lot of the world that most men his age didn’t. he’d wooed you by speaking fluent italian after he swore up and down he was poor at it — though he could be arrogant when he wanted to be, when he knew he was good at something.

he’s flirty without meaning to be. it comes naturally to him, through the lingering glances, the occasional touch of your skin when you made him laugh. the toothy smile and the way he’d lean into you. he always had to be close to you, just enough that his heat radiated against you. he’s sat next to you in the booth, cosied up and cheeks flushed pink from too many martinis.

you weren’t a martini girl. but you were for him. anything he wanted you to be, you would be. you drank them slowly, savoringly, the briny, salty taste swirling on your tongue and making you dizzy. he notices you don’t eat the olives, swipes them from your glass and pops them in his mouth like it’s nothing.

your gaze lingers too long on his hands. his thick fingers. perfectly manicured nails. chunky silver rings. your belly pools with a heat, a deep need inside of you to gulp them down and lick the remainder of the olive juice off them. your cheeks flush dark and he smirks, leans over to brush your hair from your face and wrap one of those god forsaken hands around the side of your neck. brushes your jaw with his thumb. you’re melting.

he’s suited and booted head to toe in armani. two buttons on his silk shirt unbuttoned, his chest adorned with his pretty chains. black looks best on him, makes him look as sultry as he truly is. you want to jump his bones.

he excuses himself for a cigarette and you’re sat there with a hazy head, in need of something. your feet blindly follow him, thick fur jacket wrapped tightly around you to block out the cool winter chill.

he’s leaning against the wall, as if he’s not in a four thousand dollar suit, cigarette in one hand and phone in the other. his head snaps up when he hears you and he smiles, “you want?” he asks, offering you the smoke. you take it gratefully, hoping the nicotine would warm you up the way it always did when you were on a night out with friends, huddled in the doorway of some dingy pub for warmth.

you’re not your real self around him. he’s intimidating, you’re common. you get pissed on nights out and dance up against men in dirty clubs. you take them home and you don’t remember names. how you wound up with a man like him you’ll never know, but he clearly saw something in you that you never saw in yourself.

you’re in each others faces, giggling about nothing, he’s flushed pink down to his chest, from the alcohol no doubt. he’s gorgeous when he laughs, all teeth and crinkly eyes and he’s so pretty it makes you want to claw at the walls. he leans in and steals a kiss that you instantly turn heavy, opening your mouth for him.

his tongue is sinful, the way he licks into your mouth, the tinge of smoke and bitter alcohol dancing on your tongue. his cigarette is abandoned in his hand, the one that’s now gripping your waist through the thin material of your pretty satin dress. it’s white. virginal. a juxtaposition.

you drop to your knees in a fluid motion, expert fingers working the button and zip of his fancy, expensive suit trousers. you ruck them down just enough for his half hard cock to slip out. he’s big, uncut, a pretty shade of pink, thick enough that he’s a real stretch in your mouth.

“dirty girl,” he admires you with chocolate brown eyes and a seductive smile as you wrap your hand around him, tugging him off until he’s fully hard.

“i’m anything you want me to be,” you flutter your lashes prettily at him, pulling his foreskin back, spitting on the mushroom tip to get him all nice and wet for you. the head matches your lipstick, blush pink and shiny.

you make hasty work of it, wanting to be good for him and get him off quickly. your hand wraps around what your mouth can’t reach, jacking him into the heat of your wet mouth, sliding down so far he’s cutting off your breathing and you’re struggling.

he stumbles on his feet a little, hand petting your hair and the last of his cig dragging between his lips. you can’t take your eyes off of him, and he refuses to look away. he’s half lidded, puffy spit slick mouth open in a moan as he watches you just go to fucking town. you’re insatiable and he thinks he’s in love with you.

“that’s it, take my cock,” he’s muttering and it’s slurred as the hand in your hair fists gently and shoves you down even further until you’re gagging and your eyes are watering, “calm down, sweet girl. you can do it.”

and you do, breathing harshly through your nose as you swallow around the fat head pushed into your throat, tongue swiping over the thick vein on the underside, suckling. you’re drooling, it’s spilling out the sides of your mouth and dripping down your chin.

your jaw aches, your knees scream at you as they dig harshly into the gravel below, but you can't find it in you to care when he's looking down at you like he's never seen anything more beautiful, moaning and spewing profanities like he's got no worry that somebody could walk past and see you both at any point.

your free hand grips at the small expanse of his bared thigh, using that touch to ground yourself as he abuses your throat, fucking his hips back and forth until you're gagging and tears are spilling from your eyes, ruining your pretty makeup.

"stunning," he muses quietly, running a thumb over a tear stain on your cheek, hips stuttering, and you use that to your advantage, gaining control back and sucking him down wetly until he's whimpering above you, "fuck, m'coming."

you quirk a brow, swallow around him one last time, and he's coming hot down your throat, big wet eyes squeezing shut, unable to keep eye contact as he unloads in the heat of your mouth. you hum as you savour him on your tongue, because somehow even the heady taste of that was perfect.

he's a gentleman when he comes to, because he always is. he helps you up from the ground, and you help him tuck his spent cock back inside his pants in return. he kisses you like he doesn't care that your tongue tastes of his release, large hand engulfing your cheek and fingertips in your hair soothingly.

he lights another cigarette, and offers you your own one this time too. you smoke in the peaceful quiet, the drunken haze still overpowering and the ringing in your ears stunning you into silence. you're dumbstruck.

when you get back to his place he makes up for giving you sore knees by eating you out until you cry. because, like you said, he was a gentleman.

[thewritingginger]

Your Wish is My Command

This was inspired by [THIS] drawing made by @luvjiro

I haven’t decided yet but I’m playing with the idea of maybe making this into a series of a sex worker! AU with the other Bonten Babes?!

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Prostitute! Haitani Rindou x Fem! Reader Word count: 5.5k+ words Warnings: 18+, Reader is 21+, Alcohol consumption, Vaginal fingering, Oral sex (Fem! & M! receiving), Use of Condoms & Dental dams, Vaginal fingering, Praise, Slight body worship, Dirty talk, Pet names

Enjoy ~

This is crazy.

That’s the only thing you can think of as you’re running around your apartment after spending all day cleaning it and now have nothing else to do but think about the impulsive decision you’d made late last night after a few too many drinks.

In less than an hour a sex worker is going to show up at your doorstep because you ordered one in a low moment of self pity and insecurity. You wouldn’t judge another person for doing the same but the idea of anyone finding out is unthinkable.

You know you shouldn’t be ashamed. You’re a woman with needs. A perfectly healthy sexual being that is just lacking in experience and decided to remedy that with a professional.

I need a drink, you think to yourself. Yes, alcohol got you in this position but a drink to soothe your nerves should do the trick.

A knock at your door sends a thrill through your body, thankfully that finger of whiskey has kicked in leaving your body feeling warm and relaxed in all the right places. Looking in the mirror by the front door one last time you take a breath and open the front door to see a gorgeous man on the other side. Maybe you should’ve had one more drink before he got here.

“Hello,” he says with a crooked smile, “are you Y/n?”

“Yup and you must be Rindou,” you say, inviting him in, “Would you like a drink?” you ask as you close the door.

“Sure, thanks.” Walking into the kitchen with Rindou following close behind before he casually rests his hip on the edge of the counter, watching as you prepare your drinks. Accepting the glass of amber liquid, his eyes looking over your body allowing you a chance to look over his as you take a sip.

Rindou isn’t what you were expecting, to be fair you didn’t know what to expect. He has that sexy bad boy vibe that really works for him with his earrings, dual colored mullet, sharp violet eyes and—if the way he looks in those jeans says anything—he has a nice body.

“Would you like to sit down?” he asks, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Uh, yeah. Make yourself comfortable.” Sitting on your couch, music playing from your TV at a low hum, you slide your finger around the rim of your glass unsure how to proceed. Thankfully that doesn’t seem like a problem for your guest.

“Is this your first time?” he asks, leaning into the arm of the couch suavely.

“Is it that obvious?” you laugh and want to smack yourself for how dumb you must sound but instead of pointing that out he gives a gentle laugh in return, scooting closer to your side of the couch till your knees are touching.

“There’s no need to be ashamed,” he says softly, his cologne is spicy and warm in your nose, “We can take this as slow or as fast as you want. All I care about is your comfort and your pleasure.” His voice is low and sultry making your stomach flutter and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel like you’re the only woman in the world. Running his hand down your arm he takes your hand that is tangled with your other around your glass and slowly brings it up to his lips. Electricity sparks against your skin when his lips touch the back of your hand making you let out a nervous laugh.

“Slow,” you repeat, “That sounds nice. I’m not very you know… experienced with everything so I hope I don’t disappoint you—” he cuts you off.

“This isn’t about me, Y/n. Tonight is about you, no matter how that looks. If you just want to sit here and talk, then we can sit here and talk. If you want me to kiss and massage your entire body or more, all you have to say is the word. Your wish is my command, no matter how dirty that may be.” His words come out in a low purr, his eyes boring into yours. Giddiness rushes through you. Logically you know this is his job. He’s supposed to say these things to deliver the fantasy you’re paying for. But real or not he is good at what he is doing.

“So what do you say, Pretty girl?” he asks, kissing the pulse on your wrist, looking up at you through his lashes.

“We can do more than talk,” you shyly confess, pulling the corner of his lips up, “Maybe you can take off your jacket?”

“Of course.” Sitting back you watch as Rindou pulls the zipper of his baggy hoodie down, removing it to reveal his half inked sculpted chest dressed in a cropped fishnet tank top. The sight is both erotic and inviting, so much so that your hand reaches out to touch his chest without even asking. As if touching a hot stove you retract your fingers once it makes contact with his heated skin but his hand is quick to wrap around your wrist, urging your hand to stay on his body.

“It’s ok to touch me.”

“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” you say, probably sounding like the biggest idiot. The man is here to do whatever you want ‘no matter how dirty’ and you’re acting like he’ll draw the line at you lightly touching his chest. Without warning, taking the air out of your lungs, Rindou pulls your face close to his by the back of your neck.

“Princess, I’m comfortable with whatever you want to do to me as long as that’s what you want.”

“Okay.” That’s all you were able to say, the way the pet name rolls off his tongue makes the fluttering in your belly move lower along with the heat that has spread across your skin.

“How about we start with removing this, you must be warm with it on,” he says, playing with the hem of your sweater. With a nod of your head he helps pull it over your head, leaving you in your tank top.

“That’s better, " he says, his eyes trailing over the newly exposed skin of your chest and shoulders before returning to your eyes, “how about a kiss?” His question is gentle and underlying with amusement.

“Uh huh,” you sigh.

“I need a verbal yes or no, Princess.”

“Yes.” Your answer comes out breathy and filled with more lust than you expected from yourself but Rindou doesn’t seem to mind, he smiles before curling his hand around the nape of your neck and pulling your lips to his.

The kiss is soft to start. He allows you to grow accustomed to his touch and his taste as you explore his body with your hands. You tentatively run your hands up his pectorals and over his shoulders, his loose hair tickles your digits making you want to feel his soft locks between them.

The kiss deepens as your body leans into his, his hands pulling your waist towards him till you have no other option but to straddle his lap. His tongue grazes yours, you can taste the whiskey on his breath and mixed with the feeling of his strong body beneath you your body begins to go on autopilot.

With a mind of its own, your hips begin to gently rock against his growing bulge, pulling a soft moan from the man. Your hands tingle in his hair, pulling him closer as he gropes and massages the dips and swells of your hips and thighs and up your torso.

Your blood feels electric and you’re only just kissing. That thought alone makes your dizzying mind spin with increasingly more x-rated ones. What would his fingers feel like? His tongue? His cock? You think about the infinite pleasures that his words and kiss promises. The things he could do for you—do to you. You can’t help but wonder what the rest of his body looks like, you’re sure it’s all beautiful from what you’ve already seen. You want to see him stripped completely bare, see the hardness you feel stiffening beneath you, watch how his trained muscles flex as he moves inside you.

Pulling back, the two of you catch your breath, you look into his lidded violet eyes that look right into you, your head, your soul. It’s as if from that one look he knows everything that you were thinking and all that your body needs and craves from him at this moment.

“You’re more lively than you let on when I first got here,” he says with an amused smirk, pulling your face forward till your noses are touched, “Sweet and spicy, I like that.” His smile is carnivorous. He’s looking at you like a predator ready to eat up his prey and you’re his willing victim. You’ve never felt this turned on. You’re unsure whether it’s due to the taboo nature of this meeting or because of the way he is looking at you, either way you want Rindou. Scratch that you need him.

Now.

“Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?” you ask. You wanted to be more specific, wanted to ask him to join you in your bed but your nerves got the better of you but from the gleam in his eyes and the widening of his smile Rindou heard you loud and clear.

“I would love to. Lead the way,” he says, helping you off his lap. Leading him down the short hallway to your bedroom you realize you’re shaking. From anxiety or excitement? Unsure. But when you glance over your shoulder you see the man behind you looking at your body that is clearly outlined in your leggings and tank top.

Crossing the threshold you turn towards Rindou but before you can get more than a word out your feet are lifted off the floor, leaving you no other option but to wrap your limbs around his body. Your wide eyes make the man chuckle as he takes a seat at the foot of your bed with you, once again, straddling his hips.

“I hope I’m not making you feel rushed, I just like feeling the weight of your body on me.” His admission makes your face feel hot and your pussy clench around nothing.

“That’s okay,” you say, giving him a meek smile.

“Y/n, I need to know,” he says, breaking the silence, his hand combing a stray hair behind your ear, “What are your limits?” His question makes you pause.

“My limits?” you parrot back.

“Yes, your limits. What are your turn ons and turn offs? What are the things that you do not want from this evening? Forgive me, I meant to ask you this before but had gotten a bit… distracted by your lips.” His words are accompanied by his thumb gently swiping your lower lip, his eyes following the moment as if in remembrance of your heated kiss moments earlier.

“Um, I don’t know,” you answer, honestly.

“That’s okay,” he soothes, lazily running his hands up and down your sides, “On your profile I remember you putting praise and oral sex on your desires list, is that still true now?” His mention of your ‘desires list’ makes you shift slightly on his lap. You remember feeling a mix of emotions answering the profile questions. It felt so personal to indulge a stranger, or multiple, to your fantasies—though you supposed that is what they made their career out of.

“Yes,” you finally say, curling your upper lip between your teeth, awaiting his response and instead of the teasing you were half fearing his gaze darkened hungrily.

“Perfect, because that’s just the reason I had chosen you.”

“‘Chosen me’?”

“Yes, Pretty girl, ‘chosen you’,” he reiterates, “I’m not really supposed to tell you this but the guys and I each get to look through the profiles of potential clients and can pick any number of them that suit our preferences. Yes, these sessions are about you but it’d be a lie to say we don’t get anything from this ourselves. So when I saw your profile and your picture I made sure my whole night was open for you.”

“Why?”

“Because,” he starts, eyes locked with yours, “you checked every one of my boxes and I intend to make use of every spare moment I had to give you everything you desire.” Your mind is spinning. This man chose you out of all possible clients. Again logically you know this could be a line he’s throwing at you to make this experience more than it is but—the way he’s looking at you makes you want to believe him. Either he is a world class actor or he means every bit of what he is saying.

“Would you like that?” he asks, bringing you back from your thoughts.

“Yes.” You don’t think about it before you say it because there is no need to. You’re nervous, yes, but you’re also more revved up than you’ve ever been before.

“Wonderful. Would you mind me taking this off for you?” He asks, fingers pinching the edge of your tank top.

“Yes—erm, no, I wouldn’t mind,” you correct yourself, flustered but his light chuckle makes you share one in return. Pulling the top off over your head, leaving you in just a lacy bralette, Rindou returns his hands to your now exposed waist.

“You’re so cute,” he says against your ear, pressing a few kisses down your neck, “I’m going to have so much fun eating you up,” he purrs. His voice is like liquid gold, it's hot and smooth, searing you straight to your core. His lips continue to pepper your exposed skin, licking your pulse and nipping your earlobe, reclining your head you allow him more space to explore with his lips. Your hands grip his shoulder and tangle in his hair as he trails across your collarbone to deliver the same sensual treatment to the other side of your neck.

His hands pull your hips closer to his by your ass till you’re flush to his body. Sliding up your sides he massages your breasts in his palms making you moan into his mouth. Detaching from your neck Rindou focuses his attention onto your chest, watching his hands knead your soft mounds. Curling his fingers under the band of your bra his eyes flicker up to yours for reassurance and when you don’t stop him he removes the garment over your head. You gasp when he stands with you in his arms, his fishnet top teasing your already hardened nipples as he places your back softly to the mattress.

“So fucking pretty,” he says, his voice a low whisper. Rindou begins to pepper wet kisses from your neck down your chest. His mouth leaves wet trails of open mouthed kisses as his hands massage your breasts. With one hand pinching your right nipple he uses the other to direct your left to his lips. Latching on, his tongue lashing the hardened bud, your back arches into him. The way his fingers and tongue are teasing your swollen nipples makes your toes curl and the heat pooling between your legs greater.

You need friction. Wrapping your legs around his hips you pull his groin to yours, feeling his hard cock through his jeans. Pulling away from your chest with a lewd pop, sultry violet eyes looking up at you with a lopsided smile.

“Don’t worry, Princess, you’re going to get everything you need.” His cocky words make you want to roll your eyes in annoyance but the way he grinds his hips into yours makes you do it for an entirely different reason. “Just let me enjoy your perfect tits for a moment longer.”

Pinching both your nipples till you let out a small whine, Rindou smirks before taking your other nipple into his mouth. His actions are slow with a calculated hunger. His sharp eyes watch the way your face contorts, how your lips pout when he twists your nipple between his fingertips. Finally releasing your bud from his teeth, his lips make their way down your torso till he hits the band of your leggings. Now on his knees at the foot of your bed, Ridou looks over your half naked body, eyes drinking in all your hot skin that is already blooming with love bites.

“May I?” he asks and as always he waits for your confirmation.

“Yes, please,” you say, breathless. He peels your leggings from your body till you’re laying in nothing but your panties. You bend your knees in once you’re hit with a sudden wave of awareness and embarrassment but Rindou is quick to reopen your legs. The position you’re in makes you feel vulnerable. You’re almost completely naked, your covered sex on display as the man looking between your legs is fully clothed.

“You’re safe with me, Princess,” he coos, “you look so pretty spread open for me.” His words set you on fire. The way he says them, how he calls you Princess and looks at you like you’re something to bow before makes you relax once more into the mattress and his touch.

Sitting back on his haunches, Rindou strips himself of his shirt. His rough hands move up and down the inside of your thighs before gripping your hips, pulling your ass closer to the edge of the bed. His arms keep your legs hinged open, enabling your ability to close them once more.

Slowly, starting at your knee, he trails his lips down your thigh till he reaches the juncture between only to repeat the process on the other. Your breathing hitches when his mouth kisses the edge of the fabric covering your sex, everytime he skips over it the more the need inside you drives you crazy till finally he makes contact. You let out a soft moan when he presses his nose into your pussy, breathing you in with a low satisfied groan.

“Fuck, you smell so good, Baby. I wish I could taste your pretty cunt.” His crass words make your stomach flip and your heart beat increase.

“Why can’t you?” you ask, too transfixed on his piercing eyes to care about the desperate way your words come out.

“Company policy, Princess. Though,” he says, taking another deep inhale of your sex, “if you keep looking at me like that I might have to throw that rulebook out the window. Fuck—you’re already so wet,” he curses, eyes trained on his fingers teasing the wet spot of your panties, teasing your clitoris. A mewl escapes your pouting lips, propping yourself up on your elbows you watch as Rindou rubs his thumb up and down your clothed seam.

“Do you want my tongue, Princess? Want me to make this little pussy feel good with my mouth?”

“Yes, please,” you say, earning you another one of his signature smirks.

“Good girl.” Grabbing the waist of your underwear, the final piece of clothing covering your body, he pulls it down your legs till you’re laying completely nude before him. Another curse falls from his lips as he reopens your thighs to see your bare sex. “Fucking beautiful.”

Reaching into his back pocket he retrieves a rectangular packet. Opening the wrapper he pulls out a sheet of purple latex that he stretches over your weeping cunt.

“You have such a pretty pussy, Princess,” he purrs, running his tongue up your covered seam a few times before taking your clitoris between his lips. His tongue expertly flicks the bundle of nerves as he sucks on it, back and forth making waves of pleasure course through your body.

“Oh my god,” you cry, your head dropping back as one hand reaches down to tug on his hair. You feel his low groan vibrate through you as he continues to feast on you between your legs like a man starved. The sensation of his mouth and his own pleasured moans mix together to pull the coil in your belly so tight it hurts. Rocking your hips against his mouth for the friction you need, your climax is so close. Every muscle in your body tightens as that familiar high finally consumes you, catapulting you into oblivion. Coming down from your first high, you look down to meet the satisfied look of the man between your legs.

“You sound so pretty when you cum,” he says, tossing the latex barrier to the floor, “But we’ve only just started the night.” Your heart skips a beat at the devilish look he gives you, standing up he goes to undo his belt but you stop him. Placing your hands on his you move them aside.

“Would it be against policy if I returned the favor?” you ask, your words coming out coy, making your face feel hotter than before. Cocking his head to the side, racking his finger through your hair, he just smiles.

“Not at all,” he says, reaching into his back pocket, “do you prefer strawberry, grape, or lime?” His wicked gaze doesn’t falter as he holds up different colored foil wrappers. Biting your lip you look between him and the condoms before replying.

“Surprise me.”

“Close your eyes,” he says playfully. Doing as he said, you place your hands over your eyes. You can hear the sound of him undoing his belt and pants, the shuffling of clothes dropping to the floor and finally his voice once more, “You can uncover your eyes, Beautiful.” When you do, your whole body begins to tingle, your toes curl and breath hitches when your eyes are filled with the sight of a completely nude Rindou.

He is gorgeous.

His right side, from his collarbone to his ankle, is covered in an intricate tattoo, his body is sculpted and toned but not too bulky. He allows you time to fully take in his physique, with the way he is looking at you and is standing, you start to think he enjoys your eyes on him. Your eyes follow the linework down his abdomen till you reach the v-line directing your gaze straight to his cock that is standing tall, the tip already glistening with precum that you want to lick up. His groin is neatly trimmed, has tight balls and a few prominent veins running across the length of his shaft up to his swollen red tip.

“You like what you see, Princess?” he asks, breaking your trance. He sees you get flustered and begins to stammer but he soon stops you, taking a few steps towards you he directs your eyes up to his, leaning his face close to yours till your noses are almost touching. “Don’t be ashamed, Baby. I want you to like what you see and what you feel. I want you to feel free to take what's yours,” he purrs the last few words against your lips before taking them with his own for a short kiss.

Pulling back he makes a show of opening the foil packet and rolling the pink latex condom down his shaft. Scooting to the edge of the bed, placing your hands on his thighs, you look up at Rindou as his previous words play in your head.

I want you to feel free to take what’s yours.

Wrapping your hands around his cock you stick your tongue out and run it up his entire length. The taste of artificial strawberry fills your mouth and with a gentle hum you wrap your lips around his tip. Rindou’s hand holds the back of your head, petting your head and cooing encouraging words to you as you begin to pump his shaft into your mouth, never breaking eye contact. His words flood your body, sending waves of euphoria through your system, making you feel airy and confident and the way he is looking at you makes you feel desired. Sexy.

“You’re sucking my cock so fucking good, Princess,” he says, “So pretty. Suck me a little harder, that’s right. Good girl.” His head drops back before returning your gaze once more. Your pace has increased, sucking him harder and using one hand to stroke his shaft along with your mouth as the other touches his body. Gripping and draggin your nails lightly against his thigh and against his stomach before you retract and use both hands to stroke his cock as you catch your breath. Looking up at Rindou he takes your face between his hands and pulls your mouth to his, moaning into your lips as your hands keep working him.

“Fuck, Princess,” he says, “Keep doing this and you’re going to make me cum.”

“What if I want you to cum?” you say, so high off of lust the embarrassment you might’ve felt earlier from saying such forward words doesn’t touch you. All you can think about is the man in front of you and the pleasure you can make together.

“I’d say you’re a very naughty girl,” he says with a breathy chuckle before pulling your hands away from him and pressing them back into the mattress above your head, “but I’d much rather see you cum for me again and this time with my cock deep inside you—If that's what you want. I couldn’t think of a better way to unravel than with your tight little cunt squeezing my cock as I fuck you into the mattress.” His words are dirty and thrilling and his lips trailing up your arm sear your skin. You’ve never been talked to so aggressively before and you like it.

“Would you like that, Pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you immediately say. With both hands secured above your head by one of his, Rindou glides his free hand down your belly. His digits strike against your skin like a match.

“Tell me, Princess, do you want my fingers?” he asks, fingers grazing your thigh.

“Yes. Please,” you say breathlessly.

“Such a naughty girl,” he teases, sliding his fingers down between your wet folds, “wanting me to stretch you out on my fingers, make your pussy nice and ready to take my cock.” His words mixed with his nimble fingers rubbing your clitoris in slow torturous circles, your mouth hangs open as soft whines fall from your pouty lips till he finally inserts two fingers into your aching cunt making your head fall back.

HIs fingers expertly curl against your gummy walls, his lips suck and kiss your extended neck as he hums along with your sweet cries of pleasure.

“That’s it, just like that,” he says against your ear, “relax around my fingers. Let me take care of you, make you feel good. I want to hear your pretty voice sing for me, Y/n. You’re doing so good, so perfect, squeezing my fingers so tightly. You’re about to cum again aren’t you?” Your response is swallowed up by choked moans and breathy sighs as his fingers quicken before pulling out and rubbing your clit sending your high toppling over like a Jenga tower.

“Oh, Fuck! Yes. Yes!” Unrestrained moans fall from your lips as he rides out your orgasm, not stopping till you are quaking with overstimulation. Releasing your hands you wrap them around his shoulders, pulling his mouth to yours as you breath in his scent and taste his mouth. Your chest is heaving from exhaustion but your body is still a livewire of lust and desire. Pulling back Rindou presses his soiled fingers against your lips. Opening your mouth you taste yourself, it's tangy and fans the fire in your belly.

“Does your pussy taste good, Princess?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he says, stealing one last kiss before getting up. Removing his condom he reaches into his jean pocket to retrieve a new one. Your tired eyes watched as he quickly slides a new rubber down his shaft before retaking his spot above you. “You ready for my cock, Princess?” he asks, spread your legs open, rubbing his tip through your slick folds.

“Yes,” you automatically say, you’re so dizzy from your last high it seems to be the only word you can think of. Words can not describe how much you need him inside you, the desperation that is growing every moment he isn’t stretching you out over his cock. A gasp escaped your lips when he pushed his tip into your needy hole followed by a curse from him.

“Fuck—” Once he is entirely seated inside your quivering walls, Rindou begins to gently pump inside you. “God damn it,” he moans, his hips moving faster. Your fingers curl into the bed sheets as he rocks into you with more zeal. His rough hands gripping your hips as he pulls you onto him, his hair falling over his eyes and begin to stick to the sweat dampening his brow.

“Oh my god, Rindou!” you cry.

“That’s right, Baby. Say my name.” His movements become faster, his swollen tip punches your cervix with increasing hardness till he is fucking you like an animal. His breath comes out hard and fast with deep grunts of exertion as he uses his body against yours. Your voice is bouncing off the walls of your bedroom along with the sticky sounds of your joining and the smacking of his sake against your ass. You’re so close, the coil in your belly is tightening with every harsh pump of his cock.

“Yes—oh my god I’m going to cum,” you cry, propping yourself up on your arms, looking up at the powerful man. Sitting up straighter, your ankles in his hands, holding your legs wide open, looking at your connected bodies.

“That’s it, Princess. Cum on my cock. You’re doing so good. Taking me so well—Fuck!” he heaves, combing his hair back from his face. Your head falls back, eyes squeezed shut as you try to grasp onto the dangling strings of your coming orgasm but it's just out of reach. A pathetic sob comes from your throat. Reopening your eyes you look between your legs, watching his cock disappear inside you, you reach down and begin to rub your sensitive clitoris.

“Yes,” he cries, eyes looking between your working fingers and your scrunched up face, “You look so fucking pretty touching yourself, Baby. Make yourself cream on my cock—shit—that’s it. I’m so fucking close, Princess. Is that what you want? Want me to cum inside your tight little cunt?”

“God, yes!” His hips begin to stutter with his impending climax and yours isn't far behind with your hand touching your clit, you lay back and pinch your nipple with the other. The zings of pain from twisting your hardened bud goes straight to your clenching pussy. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Rindou falls on top of you bracketing your head between his arms as he kisses your neck.

“So fucking good,” he purrs into your ear, “I feel your sweet cunt squeezing me so tight—fuck that’s it, Princess. Fuck yes!” he says as you finally come undone. Your cunt convulses around his moving shaft as every other muscle in your body tenses up as you’re racked with the overwhelming sensation of euphoria. Neither your hands or his hips stop, both in their pursuits of your respective highs.

Your body is unable to relax, now being tipped over into overstimulation. Your hand push against Rindou’s shoulders as his sloppy pumps into your exhausted core become tortuous in the best way.

“I can’t—ah— Rindou—please,” your words come out choppy and breathless but he doesn’t relent.

“Yes you can, Princess,” he encourages, “just a little longer. You’re doing so beautifully for me.” Sitting up, Rindou reaches between you to rub his thumb against your already swollen clit. You try to push his hand away but your body locks up with another body shaking orgasm building up.

“Oh fuck,” you cry, your eyes are squeezed so tightly shut and you feel tears beginning to well up, “That feels so good,” you slur, watery eyes looking up at him as your body is overtaken by your high. Your mouth is open, letting any and all sounds of pleasure come out. With the sound of his name ringing in his ears from your fucked out voice he cums. His hips slow as he milks himself into the condom containing him. Once his hips come to a halt the two of you sit there gasping for air, connected in blissed out silence. You mewl and are brought back to reality when you feel Rindou begin to slowly pull out of you.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing your hair from your face before tying off the used rubber and tossing it in the trash.

“God, yes,” you sigh, making him chuckle.

“Good,” he says, laying his body next yours, propping himself on his elbow.

“Are you going to leave now?” you ask, feeling a little embarrassed about how needy you might’ve just sounded but he just smiles.

“Technically I am supposed to but—” he trails off, following his fingertips as they run up your side.

“But?”

“But I could stick around a little longer if you want.”

“Would that get you in trouble?” you ask.

“Perhapes,” he just chuckles darkly and leans his face close to yours, “but you make me want to break all kinds of rules, Princess,” he purrs before taking your lips in a hungry kiss, reigniting the fire in your belly.

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Everything except you - Min Yoongi

You stand in a luxurious penthouse suite overlooking the city, surrounded by wealthy elites and models flaunting their beauty. Your eyes wander to the bar where a suave man with chiseled features and a dangling Rolex takes a sip. You silently slip away from the crowd, seeking solitude to contemplate your thoughts. You’re not sure how long you linger before a voice rings out behind you.

“Hello, y/n.” It comes from behind you, low and sultry. You turn around to see him standing there, casually leaning against the bar. His skin tone is light, dark hair slicked back, and piercing brown eyes locked onto yours. "Hello, Yoongo," you reply, feeling your heart race at the sight of him. "What brings you over here?" His smirk widens as he looks you up and down appreciatively. He moves towards you and holds out a hand. With a soft laugh, you place yours into his and he leads you through the crowd. “Well… if I told you that it was a date, you wouldn’t believe me, would you?” You smile coyly at him and let him lead you wherever he pleases. "I might believe you," you say, enjoying the feel of his hand in yours. "But I guess I'll have to see where this night takes us to find out the truth." He chuckles and leads you to a secluded balcony, overlooking the city. “Have a drink?” he asks as he pours you one. You nod and take the glass, swirling the amber liquid slowly. The cool liquid makes your skin tingle pleasantly as it goes down your throat. “Thank you,” you murmur, taking another sip and admiring the view of the skyline. Yoongo stands beside you, his gaze occasionally flickering to your face and then back to the skyline. "You're welcome," he replies, taking a sip from his glass. "So, y/n, what's on your mind tonight? Care to share with me?" he asks, his voice low and curious.

You hum thoughtfully. "Something along the lines of: 'Why do these people keep coming up to me?' " You raise an eyebrow. "Are we really going to get down to business now? I'm flattered but I'm not sure I can take a lot more flirting at the moment." Oh no," he says smoothly. "I'm not interested in getting down to business just yet, y/n. I was just curious about what's on your mind. And don't worry, I'll keep my flirting in check if that's your preference." He gives you a reassuring smile and takes another sip of his drink. "But if you do change your mind..." he trails off, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"It won't be any of these beautiful women who will come looking for company."

Your eyes widen slightly as his statement registers. Yoongo smirks at your reaction. "And why should I believe you?" you ask softly, narrowing your eyes. "What made you think I'd accept your invitation?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Call it a hunch. And as for why you should believe me..." he leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Because I know what you're looking for, y/n," he murmurs. "And I can give it to you like no one else can." You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, and you find yourself drawn towards him despite your better judgment.

"Do tell," you purr, closing the space between you and placing your hands gently on his chest. His body stiffens slightly at the contact but relaxes after a few seconds. He pulls himself away from you and sits on the edge of the bar stool, looking over your shoulder to survey the party below. "I could show you," Yoongi replies with a smug grin. "But not here, not in this setting. I have a private room upstairs where we can truly explore our desires." He looks back at you, his dark eyes intense. "Are you interested, y/n?" he asks, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "Do you want to see what I can do?" You stare at him, completely taken aback by his sudden forwardness and boldness.

Before you can answer, his phone buzzes on the countertop, signaling someone is trying to reach him. With a sigh, he answers. After speaking a few moments, he excuses himself and leaves. As soon as he’s gone. As soon as Yoongi is gone, you feel a twinge of disappointment. You were curious about what he could offer you, and the thought of exploring your desires with him was tantalizing. But now he's gone, and you're left alone on the balcony. The city lights twinkle in the distance, and you take a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden rush of emotions that are coursing through you.

Why does Yoongi have such power over you? What has gotten into you, (Y/n), to act so impulsively when all you ever seem to want is to wait patiently for things to work out? You sigh again You're not entirely sure what came over you when Yoongi talked to you. Maybe it was the thrill of the moment, or the fact that he seemed confident and self-assured, two qualities that have always attracted you. As you lean on the balcony railing, you try to sort through your feelings, but everything is a jumbled mess. All you know is that Yoongi stirred something inside you, something you haven't felt in a long time. Before you know it he stands right behind you again.

You whip around. Your mouth drops open slightly and your eyes widen, your cheeks turning pink. "Yoongi!" you whisper loudly, surprised to realize you hadn't even noticed his presence return. "How long have you been there?!" Yoongi grins lazily, resting his arms on the balcony rail.

"Long enough to hear you sighing," he says, his dark eyes glinting mischievously. "Are you still interested in exploring our desires?" he adds, his voice low and sultry. Your heart skips a beat and you feel a thrill run down your spine. You know you should steer clear of this dangerous man, but you can't help feeling drawn to him and the promise of excitement he offers. You bite your lip, feeling a surge of desire that you try to suppress.

If you didn't know better you'd swear you could smell the scent of sex coming off him. "We don't need to do anything if you don't want to," he adds quietly, watching you intently. "Just know that I'm available whenever you want. And I hope you're not worried about money because I have plenty." You feel an uncontrollable smile tug at the corners of your lips as you shake your head. You aren’t worried, you just...want.

He steps closer and runs a finger down your jawline, his touch light as if afraid to break you.

You shiver at the touch, feeling his energy course through you. The air between you is charged with electricity, and you can't help but lean into him. Yoongi's hand moves down to your neck, his fingers tracing the line of your collarbone. You close your eyes, surrendering to the sensation, as his other hand reaches around to your back, pulling you closer. You can feel his breath on your ear as he whispers, "I'm going to give you everything you've been wanting. Are you ready?" You bite your lip, feeling a flush of heat spread through your body. Yes, you're ready.

More than ready. "Yes," you breathe out in response, unable to form words. He draws away and takes hold of your hand, guiding you to the lift and pressing the button. As soon as it arrives, you step inside and he follows you in quickly. The doors close and Yoongi presses the button for the top floor. As the lift begins its ascent, he steps closer to you, one hand on your waist and the other running through your hair. You feel his hot breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "I can't wait to see what you look like underneath this dress," he murmurs, his hand sliding down to the hem. The lift dings and the doors slide open, revealing a hallway lined with expensive artwork. Yoongi doesn't waste any time, leading you to a door at the end of the hallway. He opens it and pulls you inside, closing the door behind him.

"Let me see your dress, y/n," he commands softly and takes hold of your wrist, lifting your arm and holding your wrist lightly. You gasp as the dress slides over your head, revealing your soft pink lace bra and black panties. He stares at you intently.

You stand in front of him completely nude, feeling exposed and vulnerable but also incredibly aroused. Yoongi's eyes travel over your body, taking in every inch with a hunger that makes your toes curl. "God, you're beautiful," he breathes out, stepping closer and placing a hand on your hip. He leans in and takes a nipple between his lips, sucking hard and causing you to moan. Yoongi's other hand travels down to your waistband, his fingers hooking into the fabric and pulling it down. Your panties fall to the ground, leaving you fully exposed to him. Yoongi kneels in front of you, burying his face between your thighs and licking a long stripe up your folds. You almost collapse from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you.

"So wet~" he murmurs huskily, making you shudder with anticipation. He reaches up, taking hold of a lacy red ribbon attached to the back of your lingerie and untying it swiftly. You gulp as his fingers trace the outline of your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Yoongi takes his time, running his fingers up and down, teasing you and making you arch your back. "I knew you'd taste sweet," he says as he drags his tongue over your folds, sending you into a frenzy. You can feel the tug of his fingers as he undoes his pants, freeing his erection. Yoongi stands up and leans you against a nearby wall, pressing his cock against your entrance. "Ready for me?" he asks, his eyes dark with desire. You nod eagerly, and he slowly slides inside, filling you completely.

You cry out, clutching onto his shoulders and whimpering as he thrusts deeper into you.

He lets go of your wrists and cups your face, tilting your chin up to look into your eyes. He leans in until his nose touches yours.

"Tell me if it gets too much," he tells you lowly, sending a shiver down your spine. You nod breathlessly, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, and you moan into the kiss. Yoongi's thrusts become erratic as he nears his own release, and you can feel yourself getting closer as well.

He lifts one of your hands to his lips and gently bites the inside of your wrist.

"Touch yourself for me. Show me how good you are at pleasing me," he demands, his hips pistoning harder into you and driving you nearly crazy with desire.

You raise your hands to your breasts and gently grasp them both. Your fingers pinch your nipples, and you moan as Yoongi continues his relentless thrusts. You can feel your orgasm building inside of you, and you know it won't be long now. Yoongi leans in and thrusts harder, his forehead resting against yours as he grunts with exertion. You let out a scream, your body convulsing with pleasure as your orgasm washes over you. Yoongi roars his own release, filling you with warmth, and you both collapse on the ground, panting heavily. "Good girl," he says, his lips brushing against your forehead. "We're just getting started."

With sweat pouring down your bodies, Yoongi picks you up and carries you to the king-sized bed in the corner of the room. He lays you down gently, kissing you deeply as he positions himself over you. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your lips. "So perfectly mine." His cock twitches against your thigh, and you instinctively spread your legs, inviting him in. Yoongi groans, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as he slides back inside you. You clutch onto his back as he sets a rhythm, pulling out slowly before slamming back in. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your cries and Yoongi's grunts. You feel sweat-drenched and dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity of your desire.

Suddenly, Yoongi's grip on your hips tightens, and the room begins to spin wildly around you. You try to sit up but fail, tumbling backward helplessly as your vision blurs. You hear footsteps approach you, but they sound so far away and faint that you aren't sure if they're real or not. Just as you think you might pass out, Yoongi's hand grasps your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "You okay, baby?" he asks, his voice gentle and concerned. He strokes your hair back from your forehead, an affectionate gesture that helps steady you. "Just needed a break for a minute," you manage to say, your voice thick with emotion. You feel overwhelmed in more ways than one - by the pleasure coursing through your body, by the intensity of your connection with Yoongi, and by the sudden vulnerability you feel. Yoongi nods, and you see a flicker of understanding in his dark eyes. "I got you," he murmurs, and then his lips are crashing down on yours again, reigniting the flame of passion between you.

Yoongi's hands grip your hips firmly, urging you onto all fours. You oblige him, arching your back and presenting yourself to him eagerly. You feel his hot breath on your skin, and then his cock pushing inside you once again. He sets a steady pace, driving himself deep inside you with each thrust. You moan, the sound torn from your throat as you're overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. You lose yourself in the moment, responding to Yoongi's commands to moan louder, to squeeze your tight little cunt around his cock. You feel him getting close to the edge, his pace quickening.

Your eyes fly open when you feel his shaft jerk inside you, coming violently. He moans loudly as he pumps inside you with even more force, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. "That felt amazing," he panted, pulling out of you slowly as you came down from your climax.

A smile forms on your lips as you look at him, a blush spreading across your cheeks. You lean forward and press your lips against his. He smiles into the kiss, his hands rubbing along your sides soothingly. "Don't get used to it," you whisper playfully, nuzzling his neck.

As Yoongi wakes up the next morning you are not there anymore. and he wonders when he will see you this time. At another event or maybe randomly at a coffee shop. He had everything but he could never have you.

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wait wait wait omg where was 1dbandmate!yn in the carpool karaoke??

Carpool Karaoke

SINCE 2010 MASTERLIST

Here are some of the highlights! :

"Hey man, eh do you think you can help me get to work? Ugh, thanks man you're the best." James hangs up the phone with a sigh of relief.

It's not long before Niall slides into the passenger side only for Louis to open the back door. YN follows in and scoots her way in with Harry on her trail. And finally Liam comes in and closes the door by his side.

"Hey James." YN smiles as she adjusts herself in her squished seat.

After some initial greetings, James is slowly 'driving' their way out of the parking lot. It was like a mum picking up her kids from school.

"Seat belts on everyone. Anyone need to wee?"

Harry raises his hand, "I need to wee."

"Hold it." James says dismissively.

"Can we get some food on the way?" YN asks, leaning over the best she can in between the center console, one hand on the driver's head rest and the other on Harry's knee.

"Of course we can, golden child." James says causally, 'focusing' on the road ahead on him. YN sits back in her seat with a satisfied smile as if she's silently boasting about how she's the favorite one out of the bunch.

...

When Best Song Ever comes on, YN falls right back into her usual harmony. Her and Harry look to each other, moving their fists in up and down as they sing, "We danced, we danced, it goes something like this!"

When James when he hits Zayn's high note, the band stops with wide eyes and surprised smiles as they look to the tv host.

...

James and Niall hands everyone a jean jacket. It was pretty difficult for the band in the back seat to put one since everyone was so tightly squished together.

"Louis! Yeh nearly clocked me eye out!" YN moves her head out of the way just in time to miss Louis's fist.

"Move yeh head then!"

Harry beckons his fingers so she can lean more over to his side behind him as he leans forwards.

Then James goes on to teach the band choreography for No Control.

"I'm a loaded gun," James makes a motion for everyone to point down to their crotches, making the band let out a chuckle. "YN if you don't wanna do that p--"

"No, no. I'll point to me own **** too. That's cool." Her cuss word is beeped out from the video and it makes James let out one of his high pitched laughs.

And when they're performing, everyone acts very suave as if they were actually doing a music video.

"Taste," YN sings to front view camera, lifting her shoulder to her cheek in a sultry way.

"Where is it Niall?" James asks, turning to the blonde lad as he sticks out his toungue.

"On my tongue." She slides the backs of her hands under her chin and jawline while fluttering her eyelashes. "I don't want to wash away the night before. Before!" She riffs her last word.

...

While James has Niall playing Sleep With, Marry, Cruise, it can be seen in the background that YN is mindlessly playing with the threads coming off of the rips in Harry's jeans at his knees. Although their conversation isn't picked up on camera, fans can clearly see them talking quietly amongst themselves.

Harry leans his head a little bit over to her ear, not so much given how squished together they are from their seating arrangements (which he's certainly not complaining about), "Dunno why we always gotta be playing games like this."

"Oh? So you're tellin' me you've got better things to do?" YN teases with a soft smile.

He's sitting right next to his crush for the past 5 and a half years, their sides and faces so incredibly close to one another than he can breathe in the minty gum she's chewing, her fingers grazing his bare knee as she braids the tiny threads peaking out from rips there--he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

"Clearly." He playfully widens his eyes and is gifted when she huffs out a laugh through her nose.

"Who would you choose?"

You.

He gives his shoulder a shrug, "Eh, dunno. Like I said I don't fancy these games. You?"

"Can't tell you tha'." YN discreetly turns up heat setting on Liam's seat warmer on the middle console in front of her while he's looking out the window. "You'll hold it against me one day."

"Whot? Is it me for all three of them?" Harry teases. He only said that just to see her give him one of her infamous eye rolls, maybe even a playful shove. But his heart begins to race when she sees her eyes still focused on where her hands mess with the threads, her lips tucking inward to keep her smile from growing.

"S'bit narcissistic of you, innit?"

Harry's thoughts begin to go a mile a minute. She explicitly didn't agree to that being her answer, but she also technically didn't deny it either. Before he can think to say another word, James suggests for everyone to sing along to their next track.

...

And the part where James does a rap for bridge of Drag Me Down and everyone chips in with their own flare, YN sings the consist melody of the pre-chorus.

Together, Harry and YN harmonize their first high note riffs together.

"Nobody can drag me down!"

The volume of their singing can be annoying to the boys next to them but they could honestly care less. It's when they get to their second set of high notes that the two end up bursting out in laughter at the fact that both of their voices crack at the same time.

YN puts a hand over her smile and the other to Harry's knee as she leans forward in laughter.

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the recent evanstan pics gives off dorky professor with their gorgeous model boyfriend (who is actually his fiancé, shh) 🤓😎 while professor evans is usually silly and goofy and sebastian is this tall, dark, and brooding character, when they're together there's a different kind of spark in chris' eyes... seb looks taller in his ensemble and his designer heels, but when chris sees him (maybe seb visits him after classes, his students gawking at the hot guy fawning over their teacher?), the way he possessively grabs seb's waist and makes him lean down to give him a kiss... 🥴🥴🥴

Yeah... 😮‍💨

I fucking agree

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And you are absolutely fucking correct about the vibe--this is absolutely easy-going, laughing, and joking Professor Evans, who will give you an extension on your paper, no problem, you're a good kid, slapping you on the shoulder, just remember to email him and tell him, otherwise he'll forget. He's got professor brain, always a little scattered. This is Sebastian Stan, model extraordinaire who has more than mastered the intimidating stare and bitch-face combination that kills on the runway and in photographs.

They're an unlikely pairing, not because they aren't both the hottest people in the room--they are 😮‍💨😮‍💨--but because when they interact, it doesn't go how anyone would expect. Sebastian should be the one staring through Chris, his eyes burning into him, making him flush and laugh, his hand going to the back of his neck, scratching just underneath the collar of his professional attire, shirt and suit jacket. Chris should be the one fumbling and making a fool of himself. Sebastian should be the one plucking at the lapel of Chris' suit jacket, murmuring to him in a low, sultry voice...

It's not like that, though.

When they're alone--or, when they think they're alone, the door to Professor Evans' private office accidentally left cracked rather than shut and locked--Chris is the one staring at Sebastian, staring at him like he wants to devour him, his playful eyes gone dark and smoldering. It's Chris' voice, easy and smooth, turning rougher and lower, and it's Chris his frame, large but never threatening suddenly pulling it's substantial weight, towering and broad, stepping into Sebastian's personal space and throwing him off center, leaving Seb reeling and shaky in the best way, stepping back with each step Chris takes toward him, prowling, pushing his back up against the wall. Sebastian's head hits the wall with a dull thunk. Then, Chris' hands meet Seb's waist, and his fingers bite into his body through the soft, luxurious fabric of his designer clothes, leaving Sebastian weak--melting down the wall, slouching, his long hair falling out from behind his ear, curling over his hotly blushing cheek, and this a little, barely audible whimper escaping his parted lips just as Chris dives forward to claim his mouth.

Yeah... 👀

It's not what you expect, just looking at them, dorky professor and suave model, but that's what makes it so much better 😏

[chaoticallywriting]

Only Her ✹ Prologue

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Whore!OC

Warnings: mentions of virginity, mentions of brothels

Word Count: 515

A/N: This is the new series! I'm so excited to show you guys what I have planned for my new oc! If you want to be tagged in further chapters please send an ask instead of commenting! It makes it a lot easier on me.

Synopsis: Growing up in a pleasure house has left Evelyne Waters assuming love will never be in her vocabulary. She will one day become a mistress to some lord and will play the perfect role of the pleasing, sensual woman her mother raised her to be. Aegon Targaryen does not know love, he's never felt it, not since he was a child, but he craves it more than anything. Just like, he begins to crave the madams pretty daughter with fiery hair.

Evelyne Waters was only the daughter of the most prominent Madam in all of Flea Bottom. She was not raised to work in the pleasure house her mother owned, but instead to be sold off at eight and ten to be some lord's mistress. There was no resentment towards her mother for this decision, only understanding and a sense of devotion. Her mother, Ensley Waters, only wanted what was best for her. She knew her poor daughter's life would end gravely if she stayed at The Sultry Secret for the rest of her days. So upon her dear daughter's seventh name day, a decision had been made.

The young girl was put to work, spending the rest of her young life learning how to please, manipulate and even endure a man. Ensley would not let her daughter go without proper preparations, she was a smart woman, cunning even. So when Evelyne's name day approached, the perfect opportunity arrived when her mother learned the Red Keep was throwing a ball. Invitations had been sent out, a grand party to be planned, it was to be a debaucherous night all would remember.

The lords' wives would celebrate some ball in the Red Keep while their husbands tried to buy the maidenhead of the most sought after bastard in all of Kings Landing. But Alas, a prince known for disruption and disappointment set his eyes on the beautiful whore two moons prior, and Aegon did not plan to let her go.

Aegon Targaryen was a desperate kind of chaos. He needed connection like one needs air, and he wasn’t afraid to pay for it. He had spent the better part of his teen years learning the ways around a woman's body as he slept his way through the Street of Silk. Coins tossed to madams, clothes shed, as he always ended the night back in an empty bed, either his own or one owned by whichever pleasure house he had found himself in.

The young prince thought no one noticed, nor cared. He carried himself with a sort of suave arrogance whenever he stepped onto the familiar street. In the Red Keep he was a nuisance, a disappointment, someone to yell at. Here he was practically a god, all knew his face and welcomed him with respect and smiles. It might have all been fake, but to a man who knew little of niceties, he ate up every smile or moan of his name with a sort of hunger. One reminiscent of a starved man. It did not matter that he was paying for these things, all that mattered was for a moment, he was wanted.

In comes the mysterious redhead, who rejects his coin and instead tells him she will not warm his bed. Who smiles a genuine smile and whose laugh lacks any judgment. Evelyne perplexes him, no amount of coin nor flirtations seem to open her legs, but she never strays from talking to him whenever he stops by. Aegon knows he must have a taste, perhaps then he’ll stop feeling strange whenever he sees her. 

[fire-for-you]

5 times gabby didn't realize kelly and matt were dating (and 1 time she did) - FINAL PART

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pairing - m. casey x k. severide

rating - teen and up (unrequited love, implied sexual content, hurt/comfort, minor violence, kidnapping, happy ending)

word count - 2,745

summary - for part six: andddd the final chapter. what could possibly be the next adventure for this duo? is Gabby still clueless or will she finally come around?

a/n: we do a little 'napping. time to pick on matt!

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"Hey, sweetheart." Kelly purrs, flopping on the couch and throwing an arm around his boyfriend.

Matt slowly looks up from his paperwork; his eyebrows furrowed together in a blatant show of judgment. "Alright, what is happening. The last time you called me that, you had accidentally bought a car."

Kelly smiles a little wider. "Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?"

The Captain sets his files down beside him and shifts his body to face Kelly. "Yeah, could be fun. Should we go to Molly's or maybe that one trivia bar? I could call Brett-"

"No, let's go somewhere new, just us." The other starts to play with the hair at the base of Matt's neck. "Maybe a fancy, romantic dinner? Think about it, the last few months have been consumed by my injury. When's the last time we had fun?"

Matt pauses. "Well, two weeks ago, we had some wine, and I think you were pretty happy about it." He glances down casually and squeezes the hand suddenly on the brunette's thigh.

Kelly hums, remembering. "Mmm, yeah. I would still like to go out. What do you think?" He pulls Matt onto his lap, linking their fingers together.

"Sure, sounds fun. Where do you wanna go, exactly?"

"Oh, no, it's going to be a surprise. Gotta keep you guessing."

Matt smirks, pressing closer. "Okay. Then you better be ready for heart-racing, bed-breaking, ecstasy-type- fun." He delivered each hyphenated phrase with a sultry breath and an inch forward.

Kelly just looked at him. "Jesus, Matt. I don't know if we'll make it that far. You are really sexy when you wanna be, did you know that?"

The blonde laughed, pulling his partner in for a suave kiss.

Matt slipped off the taller's lap, grabbing his files to place them on the kitchen island.

"I'm gonna change quick. After that, I have to pick up something from a friend, and then I'll come back to pick you up. 'Kay? Dress nice." Kelly spoke, already walking towards their bedroom.

Matt nodded his acknowledgment before burying himself into the paperwork again.

-

A bell dinged as Kelly entered the jewelry store, glancing around for his favorite attendant. "Ah, Mr. Severide. I was wondering when you were going to come back. Have you finally decided?"

He sighed in relief. "Kenny. Yes, I have. The light silver band, did you hold it for me?"

"Against my better judgment, yes. I just like you, Mr. Severide."

Severide grinned. "Kenny, stop. I'm practically an engaged man."

Kenny smiled back. "Let me get that ring for you, sir."

-

Hours later, after a fancy, romantic dinner, with expensive champagne and delicious food, Kelly and Matt are walking down a well-lit path close to the loft. The blonde is cuddling his partner's arm, their hands locked at Kelly's side.

"Mmm, I missed this," Matt says, tightening his grip slightly.

"Missed what?"

"Just us. It's been crazy these past few months with your injury and work. It felt like any time we wanted to be alone, there was this third person in the room, making it awkward."

"Let me guess, the sprained ankle? I couldn't walk for days." Kelly smirked down at Matt.

"Ugh, whatever."

Kelly stopped in the middle of a clearing, a quiet road a few feet away. He put a knuckle under Matt's chin, tilting it a little. "No, I know what you mean. I felt the same way. But we got over it, right? We're here now-"

They heard screeching up the street, like tires leaving marks on the asphalt. Matt left Kelly's grasp and walked forward, more into the light of a street lamp. The noise continued to get closer. Suddenly, the vehicle came into sight, a white van.

Matt shrugged and turned away from the street. When it came to an aggressive halt, two men slammed open the side door to step down from it.

"Matt!" Kelly immediately started rushing forward, but the men in black hoodies and ski masks already had their hands on Matt, pulling him into the van.

The blonde started to fight against them, but the taller pulled out a cloth and put it over his face. His eyes started drooping as the door closed behind them.

"Go, go!" The vehicle took off, barrelling down the street as Kelly ran behind it.

"Matt!!"

-

"I'm sorry, what?" Boden asked.

"Matt got kidnapped! Right in front of me! I didn't even get to fight the dogs that took him." Severide started to break down. "He's gone, he's gone. My whole world is gone." Wet streaks began to run down his face.

Boden sat him down on a nearby bench in Voight's office. "Alright, Kelly. Deep breaths. Why don't you start over?"

Severide sniffed. "I wanted to propose tonight." He looked up with watery eyes. "We went out to this fancy restaurant and had a romantic dinner. It was perfect. And then we were walking in the park near our apartment-" A fresh wave of tears cut the man off as he sobbed quietly.

"Severide, we can't find Casey unless you give us all the details." Voight reminded him.

Jay offered him a tissue box before leaning against the desk.

Severide recovered somewhat and continued. "We heard this screeching up the street, and then this white van came into view." He paused, closing his eyes. "And they took him. Two guys, average build. Ski masks and everything. They even had chloroform. I, um, got a partial license plate." He pulled out a scrap of paper and handed it to Jay. It was four symbols long. 5B7I

"Thank you, Severide."

Voight spoke up. "Was there anything unusual about them - tattoos, did they speak, stuff like that?"

"I was a little busy watching my boyfriend get kidnapped." Severide snapped.

"Just trying to get it while it's fresh in your mind," Jay said gently before laying a hand on Voight's forearm, shooting him a disapproving look. The Seargent mouthed a 'What' back.

"No, I told you everything I noticed."

"Okay, thank you again, Severide. This should be good information to get started with. Chief Boden, why don't you take him for a cup of coffee?"

Boden sighed. "Yeah, come on, Kelly." He put a hand on his lieutenant's shoulder, ready to pick him up off the bench.

"No."

"Kelly?" Boden questioned.

"I'm not going anywhere while my Matt is still out there. You're gonna let me help you, or I'm gonna help myself." Severide stared Voight in the eye as he stood.

The Sergeant sighed. "Look. I don't want to step on your toes, but this isn't exactly your area of expertise."

"I know, but. Just- let me help. Because if I don't find Matt, if I don't get him back-" Severide started to choke up again. "My life will be over. I won't-"

Voight didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Fine."

-

The last thing Casey remembers was seeing Kelly's face as he ran towards the Captain. He shook awake with the moment still imprinted on the whites of his eyes and was greeted by a dim room. He was sitting on a metal chair facing a blacked-out window. Pulling on his wrists made ropes tighten against Casey's arms. He groaned in frustration when the same happened with his legs.

"Hello?" He called out. "You're not scaring me! I like being tied up!" Which was untrue, but they didn't need to know that.

A man with unkempt hair and a 5'clock shadow emerged from the semi-darkness. "So, you're Kelly's new boyfriend."

Casey's eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Eric Sutton. Kelly never mentioned me?" Eric's sinister smile drooped slightly.

"Was he supposed to?"

"We dated for almost two years. I imagine it would have come up." Casey analyzed the man, noticing the imprint of a switchblade in his left pocket. "My hair used to be lighter, if that helps."

"Nothing comes to mind."

Eric sighs, disappointed. "Well, it doesn't matter. You will have to remember me after this."

"What are you gonna- " Casey is cut off by a powerful punch to his jaw. He tastes copper as another fist is driven into his stomach. Tears spring to the blonde's eyes as the chair tips to the right and falls. Eric starts kicking him in the gut, barely missing his crotch.

"See how Kelly likes you now." The man says before Casey blacks out.

-

"Okay, first, who would kidnap Matt and why? Does he have any enemies who might want him dead?" Voight asked Severide.

"Well, it's Matt; he has a tendency to rub people the wrong way." Severide took a drink of coffee, accenting the shaking in his hands. "He thought he had a stalker, though. Said a couple of times earlier this week he would see an unmarked white van outside before it drove away."

Jay's ears perked up. "Yeah, Matt called me and asked me to look into that. I hadn't gotten anywhere."

Voight nodded solemnly. "Did we get a hit on the license plate yet?" He asked his partner.

A small ding answered the Seargent's question. "Registered to a Simon Towers. Two priors: attempted kidnapping and aggravated assault. Ooo, and he had a partner for both of them: James Towers." Jay looked at the man standing over him.

"Brothers." He scoffed.

"Address is in West Englewood."

"Let's go."

-

"Alright, Boden, Severide, stay in the car; we'll be right back." The brunette said, glancing in the rearview mirror as he and Voight exited the vehicle.

The officers pulled their guns and stood on opposite sides of the doorway.

"On my count, one, two, three."

Jay kicked open the front door, immediately scanning the first room with his gun raised. "Clear." He called. Voight entered then, moving forward into what looked like a kitchen. They cleared the entire first floor and were making their way up the stairs when they heard a thump. On the right side of the house, garbage cans were kicked over as whoever fell was trying to flee. Jay made it out a side door and gave chase.

"Hey!" He shouted. Severide, much closer to the running man, flung open his door, whacking one of the brothers flat on his ass. Jay just got over to the felon as Voight exited the house, leading a man in handcuffs.

-

Casey spits out more blood, watching Eric take his phone from his pocket. "What do you want? Money?"

Eric laughs. "No, honey, I just want to see Kelly suffer. Should we call him? What's your password?"

"I think you broke my arm." The Captain says.

"Oh, don't be such a baby." Eric faces the phone to Casey's face. It unlocks with a quiet click. "Wow, didn't expect that to work. Alright, Kelly, Kelly." He scrolls through the other's contact list, pressing the video call button when he finds Kelly.

Kelly blinks twice when he sees Casey's profile picture pop up on his phone.

"Who's that?" Boden asks.

"It's Casey; he's trying to video call me."

"I'm gonna get Voight."

The Chief comes back with Voight and Jay before Severide answers the phone. The Seargent instructs Severide to face away from the inside of the station and not to talk like anyone else is there.

"Matt, baby, are you okay?" Severide says, practically hysterical.

"Hi, Kelly." Eric appears on the screen, grinning wide.

"Eric? What the hell? Where is Matt?" Severide starts to ball one of his fists.

"Oh, he's right here, sweetheart." Eric turns the phone, snuggling up against Casey so the firefighter can see them both. "Remember when you broke up with me, and I said if you ever find another boyfriend, I'll kill him?"

Casey's eyes widen as he struggles against the tape across his mouth. "I really don't."

"Well, guess what I'm going to do." He pulls out his switchblade and playfully drags it across the blonde's throat before the call ends.

"No!" Severide exclaims, putting his head in his hands.

Voight storms back to the interrogation room and slams his fists on the table. "Where is your boss?!" He yells. The brothers - with fear in their eyes - start to talk quickly.

He re-enters the large room and grabs hold of Severide's shoulder, dragging him to the car as the others follow. Jay calls for backup on the drive as the sirens blare out. Soon enough, they are pulling up to an abandoned building.

Voight instructs the other officers to go around the back as they surround the property. He looks to Severide, who is leaning against the car. "Stay back, okay?"

Positioning himself on the side of the doorway, the man holds up his radio. "On my count, one, two, three." The Sergeant enters the building with the others and raises his gun. Severide is a few steps behind him. Within minutes, after maneuvering many empty rooms, the pair stumbles upon a large room.

Eric stands over Casey with his knife raised. "Eric Sutton!" Jay calls. "Put the knife down!"

"Now, why would I do that?" He brings his arm down just as a shot rings out. Casey falls with Eric, landing in his pooling blood. Still strapped to the chair, he can't move away from the liquid soaking into the blonde's clothes. The wound on his neck from the other's knife starts to leak as Kelly runs up to Matt. Matt's eyes slip closed as he feels Kelly's fingers on his face.

-

"Well, Matt. We have to stop meeting like this." Doctor Halstead said, fixing Matt's IV drip as he slowly opened his eyes.

Matt blinked blurrily, looking around the room for Kelly. "Where's-"

"Severide? He went out for some ice. I'm sure he'll be back soon." Doctor Halstead smiled.

"How long have I been here?" Matt asked, sitting up on the bed.

"Few hours. Broken arm and a few cuts and bruises. Plus a black eye. Severide was really worried about you."

"Thank you, Doctor." He left, giving Matt a little wave.

Eventually, Kelly came back and almost dropped his ice cup as he saw the Captain's weak smile. "Matt! You're awake!"

"Hey, baby."

Kelly rushed forward and dragged him into a long kiss. He pulled back reluctantly, pressing their foreheads together. "I thought I lost you."

"I'm here."

"I thought I was never gonna see you again; I thought I was never going to kiss you again; I thought I lost you." Tears sprung from Kelly's eyes.

"I'm here, Kelly. I'm not going anywhere." Matt reassured him, eyes boring into his own, green on green. "Kiss me."

The brunette did as Matt pulled him onto the bed, and they laid together, sharing soft kisses.

Minutes later, the firehouse got there - minus Gabby and Sylvie, giving Matt hugs and clutching their hearts in relief.

As the crews got caught up in their talking, Severide cleared his throat. "Uh, Matt. I have something to ask, and I think this is the best time, in front of the house. In front of our family." Kelly glanced at Boden, and he nodded.

Matt tilted his head slightly.

Gabby and Sylvie finally snuck in as everyone's eyes were on Kelly and Matt.

The lieutenant took his partner's hand. "We've had a lot of scary experiences lately, and I just can't stand not having my forever on your finger anymore."

"Kelly. What are you doing?" Matt asked, his voice breaking.

Kelly laughed slightly, pulling out a box from his jacket pocket. Everyone gasped.

"What's happening?" Gabby whispered to her friend. Sylvie shushed her.

Severide popped the ring box open. "Matthew Casey, you are the air I breathe, the food I eat, the water I drink. Yours are the lips I kiss; yours is the body I worship." The house groaned at that. Kelly rolled his eyes before continuing. "Yours are the eyes I adore. Matt, you are everything to me. Will you-"

"Yes, yes, Kelly Severide, yes! I'll marry the hell out of you." Kelly grinned and roughly kissed his new fiance.

"When did this become a thing?" Gabby asked Sylvie, pulling her back from the group flocking the couple.

"Severide and Casey have been dating for months. How did you not know this? They told everyone at once."

"I must not have been there. I- are you serious?"

"Yes? They just got engaged, do you need any more proof?" Sylvie sassed, going up to congratulate her friends.

"I love you," Kelly sweetly whispered before kissing his partner again.

"I know," Matt whispered back.

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Who blushes the most? What can the MC do to make them blush?

ooo! cute question! I'm gonna do the first bit most to least style and then we'll break it down under the cut! It got a bit long 😅

blushes the most/easiest────the least/hardest to make blush.

José─Ji Han─Mica=Eva─???─Jackson=Fauve─Nate─Detective Han.

Sometimes José gets flustered over literally the smallest things. You make them a cup of coffee without being asked? Warm cheeks. You wink at them from across the room? Heart skips a beat. Boldly flirt with them to see a giddy smile and maybe even a giggle.

It might come as a surprise to see Ji Han this high on the scale but he's actually quite easy to fluster, especially once he's comfortable with you with his real self. Linking your fingers together or pressing a kiss to his cheek as you leave is an easy way to get him blushing.

Both Mica and Eva are a little harder to fluster. Mica is both easygoing and spontaneous so small things like taking their had or kissing them only lead to a smile and a wink. They do, however get quite flustered when you give them sincere compliments! Eva is quite similar but different at the same time──Eva can take suave word or gifts with a sultry thank you, but if you come to one of her shows or listen to her actively her cheeks warm, her neck gets a bit red and her thankful words comes out airy.

??? is in the middle of the pack because it's equally hard to get them to blush as it is for them to just take it in their stride. What's likely to happen is you'll flirt with them, heat up their cheeks and stutter their words which kinda turns them on motivates them to do the same to you!

Jackson only really gets flustered in regards to himself whereas Fauve gets blushy over very few things. When you and Cilly, Jackson's daughter, are having a laugh at his expense (after he's comfortable with you otherwise he's stone faced) he'll join in with an embarrassed chuckle and a hand on the back of his head. Also gets flustered if you're confident in the bedroom... it's been a while but he gets over it rather quickly. Fauve is very confident in regards to romance and sexuality and usually takes flirting as a game or challenge. I'd say the one thing that could fluster her is leaving her hidden notes, only made for her eyes. It doesn't matter the contents, it's the fact that those notes aren't some grand public gesture to lay claim over her, you don't even have to be in the same room when she finds one──and her heart skips a beat that you'd even think to do something so small.

Nate is very confident in his sexuality, like Fauve, and doesn't get embarrassed or flustered much at all, which has only gotten stronger as his fame grows. I will say that if you manage to get him in a situation where you can caress his face softy, his whole body might turn red. And then he'll throw you out because of it.

The only reason you'd every know Detective Han was blushing would be when the tips of their ears are burning red, their face doesn't get hot, they don't cover their face or turn away──you'd start to wonder if they just don't care all too much but they're just cut off from those kinds of emotions... until they aren't! Hug them tight and you might feel their heart jump out of their chest.

[sister-cna-reader]

That Bob retweet made me think about what about if adult bill gets tease by Becky and she does it infront of all the army guys to see Bill get a reaction.

👀💕What a wonderful idea anon.

Bill Watkins was known as the largest, most capable, and endearingly nice person on base.  Everyone knew his name, and he knew everyone’s elses names, birthdays, and allergies within a week of their arrival. 

The ones higher up said he was the most perfect man to serve the army, second only to his father. His body was used as the goal for every man in the gym, his speed the goal for all who took on the daunting obstacle course. The fresh boys in boot camp looked at Bill with both idolistic zeal and smoldering envy. 

It was this envy that had one recruit rummage through Bill’s locker, searching for blackmail, contraband or something- and came up with a picture and a phone number.

The woman from the photo on the other end of the call was suspicious but had - in the end, agreed to come to the base, to receive the confession of love that Watkins had been holding back for some time.

He had gotten away with the rummaging, inspection going smoothly as it always did in Watkin’s hall. He’d even managed to get a front row seat to what would be Bill’s humiliation the next day.

What the recruit didn’t know was that the number and the photo belonged to one famous Miss Becky Blackbell.  Heiress of a fortune and screen writer for the most viewed season finale of Ostania history for the Berlint in Love episode: “Farewell and Come to Me Again”. 

The recruit failed to notice that the rumor of Bill’s attendance at Eden Academy would also put the giant into the path of Becky as a child, and that this wasn’t a meeting of star crossed strangers. 

Finally, thought the envious boy,  Bill would know the meaning of humility. 

But alas for the wretched recruit, Bill broke off from his friends to greet the heiress. 

Becky had dressed in her best green dress, a structured mini that showed just how long her legs had gotten in her years of adolesence.  Her hair was a waterfall of curls, her  fringe pinned with a well loved bomb barrette. 

The recruit looked on in giddy glee as he caught the stumble in Bill’s march when the eyes of the solider found the woman walking across the base to the registration office. 

And what drama it was to see the bright and shining star of the troop talk to the beauty. His hands flexed behind his broad back, his head bent lower and lower, and one solider swore he could see reddening ears from their spot spying around a corner. 

Then she laughed, delightful and warm that the men decided to get closer. 

So they were well within earshot when they heard her voice, smooth like velvet and sultry like sunset on leave. 

“So, I’ll get to take you out right?”  

“I would like that Becky,” Bill agreed, to honest, too hasty to be suave in any way. 

“And as long as I don’t leave a mark where the general can see it, you won’t get punished for it?” she purred, walking perfectly almond shaped nails up the buttons on his front. 

So flustered Bill was, they could see steam practically pouring off Watkin’s head, the perfectly blonde hair coming undone by the moment, the flush that had started on his ears leeching down the back of his neck. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Miss Blackbell.” Bill replied back, his voice the roll of tanks over the front lines, the tone that made every man who could hear it straighten in attention.

Becky smiled sunnily, undaunted by the remark, pulling him down for a kiss. The jealous recruit internally screamed in dismay, the plan to humiliate backfiring spectacularly, and blinding all the eyes who saw it. 

Lipstick smudged, eyelashes low and plush against her pink cheeks, Becky looked up at Bill with a heaving bosom and proud smile.

“Don’t worry darling, I won’t send my boyfriend back to work damaged. Exhausted maybe…” 

When Becky swayed away, blowing a kiss as she left, Bill waved and the wolves pounced. 

“Dude” 

“What?!” 

“Who is she?”

“-Blackbell? You managed to snag-” 

“WHAT!?” 

The questions kept coming, and they could all see his red face and his aviator glasses glinting in the sun. 

“How long have you known Miss Blackbell?” one daring recruit asked. fit for any reporting job in any city. 

“For years.” Bill replied primly, blush receding as he smoothed his hair back down. “We went to the same school together.” 

“How long have you been dating?” asked another.

“About 3 years.” Bill answered with a smile. It was a dopey kind of smile, the kind all of the husbands on base recognized.

The flock of men squawked in disbelief, startling a training sergeant on his way to the mess hall. 

The Wonderful and Perfect Bill Watkins also had the Most Romantic relationship with the Beautiful and Perfect Becky Blackbell. 

[lunargrapejuice]

hi hi luna i wanted to participate in your match up event if that's alright <33

details about me: male preference. infp personality type. pretty much a quiet, chill and a lil shy person. hobbies include listening to music and reading. i love rain bc its so comfy to sleep during that time and i really love cuddles too. dislikes include ppl who are rude and loud for no reason and those who put down others for being different. a main quality i would love in a partner is to be a lil patient and encouraging bc its difficult for me to come out of my shell and also respectful flirting, compliments and being touchy in general also make me very weak. the spring vibes prompt i choose is 'sundress'. i hope thats all !!

write at your own pace, you don't need to hurry with this at all <33 stay healthy and hydrated, i hope you have a great week ahead!!

i match you with..

✿ kaeya

it wasn’t unusual for you to steal his attention at any given moment. as soon as he heard your voice or footsteps that sounded like yours or someone else says your name his uncovered eye was searching for you until it landed on its target and you stole his breath, made him wonder if he could keep up his suave and confident act when all he wanted was to bear his heart to you, as burdened and cracked as it is.

and right now, as he saw you walking towards the knights of favonius headquarters just as he was walking down the steps leading to the doors, he wondered if he was truly worthy of your beauty, of your love and if it was selfish of him to reach for it regardless of the answer.

“my, my,” he coos in that sultry voice of his, like he was taking in fine wine but you were much sweeter, and even more gorgeous, glowing under the sun in a dress he hadn’t seen you in before. he smiles, feeling love struck at your flustered state and how you don’t avoid him or the little distance he’s left between you. “don’t you look absolutely beautiful.”

“kaeya..”

his fingers twitch to feel more of you and when you look up at him, with burning cheeks and soft eyes, he gives into his desire, just a bit. slender fingers come up to brush hair from your face, behind your ear, giving him the perfect view of your lovely visage. he lets his touch linger, his thumb caressing your cheek so softly it leaves you wondering if he had touched you at all.

he finds it impossible not to get lost in you; bathed in sunlight, your scent mixing with the smell of blooming flowers that follows the breeze, melting in his touch. the city of freedom always blossomed with beauty and life in the seasons following winter but to kaeya, your knight, you are by far the most lovely thing spring has brought.

and by your reaction, apparently he had said that outloud. 

you can’t help but smile, wide and bright with a held back laugh that was music to his ears even though you try to hide it by turning your gaze from his. “come one kae,” you try to brush him off as if he was playfully flirting with you like he often did. “don’t tease me with such cheesy lines.” 

“i’m not teasing,” he says, tender and earnest as he reaches for you again and you feel your heart stutter too many times but you still look up at him, without resistance following the gentle way his finger under your chin guides you to face him and he, quieter than before, says, “i would never joke about how you make me feel.”

authors note: lily! <3 hi lovely!🥰💕 thank you for being so sweet and patient while i write these! 🥺💕 i hope you're having a great day and enjoy reading this!🥰 i was so giddy and gushing over our blue haired knight being a total simp over you while i wrote this fsfglkhg please i adore you two together💕💕

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NEW X-MEN EPISODE 2

EPISODE 2: PILOT, PART 2

WE OPEN ON A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY AT XAVIER’S. SLOWLY, CESSILY GETS OUT OF BED WHILE THE SONG “CALL ME IRRESPONSIBLE” STARTS TO PLAY. CESSILY EXCITEDLY DANCES AROUND THE ROOM WITH SOFIA PAYING IT NO MIND. DURING HER ROMP, CESSILY THROWS A PILLOW AROUND, BRUSHES HER TEETH, REMOVES HER PJ’S TO PUT ON NEW CLOTHES, AND BRUSHES HER HAIR. SHE THEN BURSTS OUT THE DOOR, CONTINUING TO DANCE. SHE KNOCKS ON SEVERAL DOORS FOR RHYTHM, CAUSING MANY AN AGGRAVATED STUDENT TO POKE THEIR HEADS OUT. CESSILY THEN BUMPS INTO A STERN-LOOKING EMMA FROST AND SHE IMMEDIATELY DASHES BACK TO HER ROOM.

CUE INTRO AND CREDITS

WE PAN AROUND THE SCHOOL WHILE ANOTHER SONG PLAYS. DURING THIS, WE FOCUS ON SEVERAL TIMES WHEN OUR MAIN STUDENTS INTERACT. CLARICE AND LAURIE PASS SOFIA AND CESSILY IN THE HALLWAY, SANTO SITS NEXT TO JULIAN IN ART, LAURA WATCHES SOFIA LISTEN TO MUSIC DURING ENGLISH, JAY AND CLARICE ARE ASSIGNED AS LAB PARTNERS IN BIOLOGY, SANTO WATCHES CESSILY READ A BOOK IN THE LIBRARY, JULIAN WINKS AT AN OBLIVIOUS SOFIA, WHO SITS ACROSS FROM HIM IN GEOGRAPHY, AND LAURA LIGHTLY BUMPS INTO JAY WHILE GETTING TO HER NEXT CLASS.

DURING LUNCH, CESSILY AND SOFIA ENTHUSE ABOUT THEIR EXCITEMENT SO FAR. SOFIA GUSHES OVER THE FACT THAT MR. MCCOY, THE BIOLOGY TEACHER, WAS CLINGING TO THE CEILING HALF THE TIME, AND CESSILY, IN TURN, TALKS ABOUT HOW SUAVE MR. LEBEAU WAS DURING SEX ED. SOFIA THEN WAVES TO CLARICE, WHO WALKS PAST WITH LAURIE.

LAURIE IMMEDIATELY NOTICES SOFIA WAVING AND ASKS CLARICE IF SHE WANTS TO SIT WITH THEM. CLARICE SAYS NO. SHE’S NOT A PEOPLE PERSON. LAURIE SAYS THAT SHE COULD’VE FOOLED HER BEFORE LOOKING OVER AT A GOTH KID WAVING AT THEM FROM A TABLE. LAURIE IMMEDIATELY DRAGS CLARICE OVER TO THE TABLE AND INTRODUCES THE KID AS KEVIN FORD. THEY MET OVER THE SUMMER, AND HE’S PRETTY COOL.

CLARICE THEN ASKS IF HIS CHOICE OF LATEX ALL OVER HIS BODY IS A MISGUIDED FASHION STATEMENT, AND KEVIN RESPONDS BY REMOVING HIS GLOVE AND THEN TOUCHING HIS LUNCH TRAY. IT IMMEDIATELY CRUMBLES TO DUST, MUCH TO CLARICE’S AMAZEMENT. EVENTUALLY, LAURA SITS DOWN AT THE TABLE, EATING HER FOOD. CLARICE ASKS WHAT HER STORY IS AND SHE DOESN’T RESPOND. CLARICE THEN ASKS IF THIS IS WHERE ALL THE WEIRD KIDS EAT LUNCH.

LAURIE: SOCIAL OUTCASTS, PARTY OF FOUR.

CLARICE LAUGHS AT LAURIE’S JOKE BEFORE THEN NOTICING THE BLONDE LOOKING OVER AT WHERE JOSH AND JAY ARE SITTING ALONGSIDE A GUY WITH A LIZARD APPEARANCE AND A PUERTO RICAN BOY WITH DREADLOCKS. JOSH INTRODUCES THEM AS VIC AND BRIAN AND JAY WAVES BEFORE SITTING DOWN. BRIAN SAYS THAT HE REMEMBERS SEEING JAY IN ALGEBRA. HE REALLY KEEPS TO HIMSELF. JAY NODS BEFORE JOSH ASKS HIM IF HE WANTS TO JOIN THE FOOTBALL TEAM. JAY SAYS THAT HE DOESN’T REALLY PLAY SPORTS, MUCH TO JOSH’S DISAPPOINTMENT.

MEANWHILE, CESSILY LOOKS OVER TO SEE THE FAIRY GIRL FROM THE PREVIOUS EPISODE WAVING AT HER. SHE’S WITH THE PURPLE DIAMOND GIRL AND A PINK-SKINNED GIRL WITH POINTY EARS. CESS AND SOFIA SIT AT THEIR TABLE AND THE GIRL INTRODUCES HERSELF AS MEGAN, WITH THE OTHERS BEING ROXY AND CALLIE. MEGAN SAYS THEY WERE ALL NEW LAST YEAR, SO THEY KNOW HOW IT SEEMS, BUT THEY SEEM LIKE CHEERLEADER MATERIAL. CESSILY SQUEALS, SAYING THAT SHE WAS A CHEERLEADER AT HER OLD SCHOOL. CONFUSED, SOFIA ASKS WHAT A CHEERLEADER IS, PROMPTING CESSILY TO LAUNCH INTO A FULL EXPLANATION. CALLIE GRINS AND TELLS THEM THAT TRYOUTS ARE AFTER SCHOOL. THEY’LL REALLY NEED TO BRING THEIR A-GAME, AND THEY’LL ESPECIALLY NEED TO IMPRESS THE TEAM CAPTAIN.

CUE ‘MILKSHAKE’ BY KELIS AS MONET ST. CROIX WALKS INTO THE CAFETERIA. SHE GIVES A SULTRY FLIP OF HER HAIR BEFORE DRINKING OUT OF HER SODA CAN. (I WAS INSPIRED BY VEROSIKA MAYDAY FROM HELLUVA BOSS HERE) SOFIA AND CESSILY WATCH AS MONET SITS DOWN AT A TABLE AS A GRAY-SKINNED LATINO BOY TRIES TO ASK HER OUT. SHE GIVES HIM A LOOK AND HE WALKS BACK TO HIS TABLE BEFORE HE CAN EVEN GET A WORD OUT.

ROXY: SHE’S ALWAYS ON TOP OF THE LATEST FASHION TRENDS. SHE EXCELS AT EVERY SUBJECT AND SHE HAS A BILLION STUDENTS FOLLOWING HER. SHE’S XAVIER’S ROYALTY.

MEGAN: LAST YEAR, SHE DATED THE MOST POPULAR GUY HERE, JULIAN KELLER. BUT THEY BROKE UP ON THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. REASON; UNKNOWN.

CALLIE: I HEARD SHE’S AUTISTIC AND THAT’S WHY SHE DUMPED HIM.

CESSILY STARES AT MONET IN AMAZEMENT, TELLING THEM THAT THEY’LL BE AT TRYOUTS. MEGAN SMILES AND ROXY SAYS THAT SHE KNOWS CESSILY WILL LOOK GREAT IN THE UNIFORM, PROMPTING A GIGGLE FROM CESS. SOFIA SMILES, SAYING THAT SHE ALWAYS LOVED DANCING IN HER HOMETOWN OF VENEZUELA. IT’S EXCITING TO FIND A NEW WAY TO DO THAT.

MEANWHILE, JULIAN WATCHES THE GIRLS TALK. HE IMMEDIATELY TELLS SANTO THAT HE’S GOING FOR IT, PROMPTING A GROAN FROM THE ROCKY TEEN. JULIAN SAUNTERS UP TO SOFIA, ASKING HER NAME. WHEN SHE RESPONDS, HE ASKS HER IF SHE KNOWS HER NAME MEANS ‘WISDOM’. IT’S A PRETTY NAME FOR A PRETTY FACE. CALLIE GROANS, TELLING JULIAN THAT IT SEEMS A BIT EARLY FOR THIS WHILE SOFIA LOOKS AT HIM IN CONFUSION.

CLARICE WATCHES THE WHOLE ORDEAL BEFORE WALKING OVER, CALLING JULIAN ‘FUCKFACE’ AND SAYING THAT HE NEEDS TO TAKE A HINT; SOFIA’S NOT INTERESTED. JULIAN CALLS HER ‘FIRECRACKER’ AND TELLS HER TO MOVE ALONG. HE’S BUSY. CLARICE IS HAVING NONE OF IT, TELLING HIM THAT IF SHE WANTED TO BE SWAMPED WITH TESTOSTERONE AND WHITE PRIVILEGE, SHE’D HAVE STAYED IN JUVIE. JULIAN JUST STARES AT HER, ASKING IF HE KNOWS HER. IF NOT, THEN SHE SHOULD COME BACK WHEN SHE’S SOMEONE WHO MATTERS. SOFIA JUST LOOKS AT HIM IN DISMAY.

ANGERED, CLARICE GRABS A NEARBY SLICE OF PIE, SHOVING IT IN JULIAN’S FACE. HE IMMEDIATELY RETALIATES, THROWING A BOWL OF SPAGHETTI AT HER. SHE SMIRKS, CREATING A PORTAL IN FRONT OF HER AND ANOTHER ABOVE JULIAN AS THE SPAGHETTI HITS HIM IN THE HEAD. SUDDENLY, A BOWL OF FRO-YO HITS CLARICE IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD. SHE LOOKS OVER AT SANTO AND GRABS SOME OATMEAL, THROWING IT AT HIM. HE DUCKS AND THE BOWL HITS JAY INSTEAD, CAUSING HIM TO THROW HIS SALAD AT HER.

JULIAN TAKES THIS OPPORTUNITY TO THROW MORE FOOD AT CLARICE, BUT IS PELTED BY A BURGER THROWN BY SOFIA, WHO CONDESCENDS HERSELF FOR FALLING FOR HIS PELVIC SORCERY. SHE THEN FINDS HERSELF PELTED BY A BURRITO FROM LAURA, WHO IS THEN HIT WITH A SANDWICH FROM SANTO. CESSILY GRINS, STANDING ON THE TABLE.

CESSILY: FOOD FIGHT!!!!!

IT’S THEN THAT EVERYONE JOINS IN, THROWING FOOD AT EACH OTHER. THIS LASTS FOR A WHILE AND DURING THIS, MONET SITS AT HER TABLE, BONE DRY, OBLIVIOUS TO WHAT’S GOING ON. SANTO THEN THROWS A SLICE OF CHERRY PIE AT CLARICE, WHO DUCKS, CAUSING THE PIE TO HIT EMMA FROST IN THE CLEAVAGE JUST AS SHE WALKS IN. SHE DEMANDS TO KNOW WHO DID THIS, CAUSING ALL THE STUDENTS TO STEP ASIDE AND POINT AT THE SEVEN INSTIGATORS.

A FEW MINUTES LATER, THEY ALL FIND THEMSELVES IN DETENTION. JULIAN SNAPS AT CLARICE, SAYING IT WAS HER FAULT. SHE THREW FOOD FIRST. SOFIA YELLS AT HIM, SAYING THAT THIS ALL COULD’VE BEEN AVOIDED IF HE WASN’T SUCH A PENDEJO. SHE THEN SNAPS AT LAURA FOR THROWING FOOD AT HER FOR NO REASON AT ALL. JULIAN AGREES, SAYING THAT A FREAK LIKE HER SHOULD SERIOUSLY CHECK HER FACTS BEFORE BEING SUCH A LOOSE CANNON. CESSILY GRINS, SAYING THAT IT WAS KINDA FUN, BUT JAY ASKS HER IF SHE’S INSANE.

MEANWHILE, EMMA WATCHES THE ARGUING TEENS WITH A SIGH, UPSET THAT SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENED ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. SCOTT TELLS HER THAT IT’S NOT THAT BAD. AT LEAST THEY HAVE THE FIRST SEVEN VOLUNTEERS FOR A TRAINING SQUAD. EMMA SIGHS, AGREEING TO TAKE THEM UNDER HER WING, BUT A NEW FIGURE STEPS IN, SAYING THAT SHE’LL DO IT. SHE DOESN’T TRUST EMMA NOT TO CONFORM ANOTHER GROUP.

BACK IN DETENTION, EVERYONE IS ARGUING WITH EACH OTHER UNTIL A DOOR OPENS AND DANI MOONSTAR STEPS OUT. SHE INTRODUCES HERSELF AND EXPLAINS THAT SHE HEARD WHAT HAPPENED. CLEARLY, THEY ALL HAVE NO METHOD OF COOPERATION. SHE THEN SAYS THAT THE FACULTY OF XAVIER’S IS PLANNING ON SPLITTING STUDENTS INTO SQUADS. SEVEN STUDENTS, ALL TRAINED BY ONE X-MEN MENTOR FOR THE REST OF THE SEMESTER.

DANI: AND GUESS WHO JUST VOLUNTEERED FOR A SQUAD?

JULIAN IMMEDIATELY BURSTS OUT, ASKING IF SHE’S CRAZY. THERE’S NO WAY HE’S PAIRING UP WITH A FREAKY WOLVERINE KNOCKOFF AND A DEPRESSED HOOD RAT. HE THEN DEMANDS TO AT LEAST PUT CLARICE AND LAURA IN DIFFERENT SQUADS AND LEAVE THE REST THE WAY THEY ARE. SOFIA THEN SAYS THAT IF THAT’S THE CASE, THEN SHE’D LIKE TO TRANSFER TO ANOTHER GROUP AS WELL. DANI TELLS THEM THAT THE DECISION IS FINAL. AND THEY SHOULD’VE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE THEY DECIDED TO CAUSE TROUBLE IN THE LUNCHROOM.

UPSET, CLARICE STORMS OUT OF THE ROOM AND DANI SIGHS, SAYING THAT SHE GUESSES DETENTION IS OVER. JULIAN THEN STANDS UP AND BRUSHES SOME FOOD OFF HIS SHIRT BEFORE WALKING OUT, FOLLOWED BY SANTO. SOFIA WALKS OUT THE ROOM AS WELL FOLLOWED BY EVERYONE ELSE, WITH DANI WATCHING THEM, SAYING THAT THIS COULD BE THE START OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL.

SOFIA FINDS CLARICE CROUCHED DOWN BY THE GIRL’S BATHROOM AND SHE ASKS HER IF SHE’S OKAY. CLARICE NODS, SAYING THAT SHE JUST CAN’T STAND PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY’RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE. SOFIA TELLS HER THAT SHE KNOWS HOW SHE FEELS, BUT WITH ANY LUCK, JULIAN COULD CHANGE. SHE’LL SEE. THERE’S GOOD IN PEOPLE WHETHER THEY WANT TO ADMIT IT OR NOT.

CESSILY WALKS UP TO THEM, TELLING SOFIA THAT THEY’RE GONNA MISS CHEERLEADING TRYOUTS. SOFIA NODS AND ASKS CLARICE IF SHE WANTS TO COME WITH THEM. SHE SAYS NO, BUT HOPEFULLY SHE’LL SEE HER AROUND. SOFIA SMILES, SAYING THAT THEY DEFINITELY WILL NOW THAT THEY’RE ON THE SAME TEAM. SHE THEN WALKS OFF WITH CESSILY, LEAVING CLARICE TO STARE AT HER DREAMILY.

MEANWHILE, LAURA DECIDES TO TRY TO TALK TO JULIAN AND TELL HIM THAT SHE DIDN’T APPRECIATE HOW HE TALKED ABOUT HER. WHILE SHE DOES, SHE OVERHEARS JULIAN COMPLAINING TO SANTO ABOUT HIS LUCK. HE’S BEEN DENIED ACCESS TO SOFIA’S HEART, AND NOW HE’S ON A SQUAD WITH A FREAK MINI-WOLVERINE.

SANTO TELLS HIM THAT IT’S NOT OVER YET. HE STILL HAS A CHANCE TO BE CAPTAIN OF THE FOOTBALL TEAM. JULIAN NODS, SAYING THAT THERE’S STILL A WAY TO TURN THIS AROUND. A WAY TO COME OUT ON TOP. AND NO FREAKY GOTH GIRL WILL STAND IN HIS WAY. OVERHEARING THIS, LAURA’S EYES FILL WITH TEARS AND SHE TURNS AROUND, SLOWLY WALKING AWAY FROM SANTO AND JULIAN IN DISMAY.

[multiplefandomsblog]

request; I am lusting for the emo boy 👉👈 Could I get something where the reader gives him a bj after he had a stressful day

warnings; bj, deep-throating, cussing, cum-eating, shuichi is receiving, reader is gender-neutral.

note; im trying to think of a song to go with this hold up- (yes thats all i have for my note, im running out of things to say-)

OH SHIT YES!!! SANGRIA?? BY EASY LIFE??? ARLO PARKS??? OR GET YOU BY DANIEL CAESER!!!!!

wc; 2k+

Slapping the screen of his work computer shut, the sudden and loud noise kept him awake for just a little longer. Shuichi brought both of his cold hands to his face, rubbing the eye bags that had formed as a result of his overworking and lack of sleep.

“God…” It took him everything he had to not yell into his slightly trembling hands. His fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he stood up from the chair that had made his backside ache, breathing out the pent-up stress he had cultivated throughout the… He checked his watch, drooping eyes barely able to read the hands of the miniature clock. 

—The twelve hours of sitting down, typing in and submitting in files, piled onto files regarding a tough case. He’d be lying if he wasn’t at least a little used to this shit work ethic. 

The first thought his mind allowed him to possess after draining his brain completely out of energy, had been, ‘S/o...-, I hope they didn’t forget to eat today.’ He hadn’t gotten the chance to monitor you, nor text or call you; his phone, to kick off the day, hadn’t charged properly the day before, leaving his phone with 3%. The moment he had tried to text you mid-way through his extended work period, his phone had given up on him, leaving him frustrated and worried. 

Sighing, he quickly packed up his things, ready to leave the suffocating, but honestly quite nicely designed office— to see you. He was so close to just falling asleep on the nice, cold surface of his computer, but the thought of you waking up to an empty bed had his heart, crumbling over something he hadn’t done yet. And hadn’t planned to do, either. 

Exiting the office, he called a taxi as he was too deprived of sleep to safely drive.

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Hearing the door open, you immediately rushed to the front door, almost slipping on the waxy surface of the wood floor against your fuzzy socks. 

Pulling back, your eyes held a different emotion as you gazed into Shuichi’s tired but loving orbs; your eyes no longer contained the same soul-crushing worry for him. Instead, they had held a needy lust. Could you blame yourself? It had been twelve hours. Shuichi let out a quiet startled noise as you started dragging him to the couch, he did nothing but let you; too tired to ask what you were doing despite having the sneaking suspicion he already knew. No one can overlook a stare like that; you’d have to be blind to. 

Pushing him onto the couch with little effort, he watched with intrigued eyes as you got to your knees and sat in between his knees, your own gaze locking onto his as you lowered yourself to the point where you had to crane your neck to properly see his pretty, flushed face. 

Golden eyes flashed in need, small whines spilling from his trembling lips as he slightly parted his thighs for you to drag your fingers further up into. “You worked all day, Shuichi… C’mon, just a taste?” You looked up at him, doe eyes pleading and tongue swiping across your bottom lip entrancingly, as Shuichi’s golden eyes followed the glistening muscle. He could already imagine your tongue swirling around the tip of his— 

“A-a little… A little taste. Please.” Ten hours of neglect, and the craving for his musk only augmented with each agonizing second that passed by. His eyes widened at the sultry tone you equipped; had he really worked so long to the point you were on your knees for him? “I...”

Yes, yes he had. It had been twelve hours, and you were worried sick. Not only that, the poor boy looked so tense and stressed, it had given you the urge to just strap him to the bed and force him to sleep, and nothing else. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have allowed himself the proper amount of hours of sleep, and food he needed to stay alive.

A part of him didn’t want to take advantage of your state, but a part of him already knew you wouldn’t let up until you got what you wanted; it’s not like he detested the idea of getting sucked off. “O-okay.”

He let out a small gasp as he felt you suddenly play with the zipper of his pants, your fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing against the growing erection he hadn’t noticed he had. You watched him carefully, fighting the urge to laugh as he arched his back against the couch; you didn’t want to embarrass him, you simply wanted to help him de-stress. 

Deciding you’d focus more on him than your own sadistic desires, you quickly halted your teasing and zipped open his fly, wasting no time to reach down the waistband of his navy blue boxers and pin-striped pants, erupting a gasp from him as he hadn’t been expecting it to escalate so fast.

Gingerly, you pulled out the hardening cock that seemed to twitch in your hold, only causing you to smile at the cute reaction. Though Shuichi’s facial expression had been incomparable to his cock. You had barely down anything to him, and his whole entire face flushed red, a hand already clamped over his mouth that concealed the lip he had been chewing at so aggressively. 

Stroking your thumb over the pretty pink tip of his cock, you cooed at it, already finding yourself craning your neck down to kiss the tip of it, causing Shuichi to jolt up from the light but impactive pressure on the tip of his cock. He found himself getting more alert, differing from his previous state of mind where he had barely been able to register what had been happening at the door.

Tired, lolling eyes from earlier converted into wide, lustfully lidded golden eyes that bore into your own coloured irises. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes had been the soft domineering gaze you set upon the boy who seemed to be putty in your hands and mouth. 

Winking at him, you felt confidence grow in you as you heard him slightly whimper and wine through the futile coverage of his hand over his mouth, and so, with suave, you slid the eager cock into your mouth, tapping it over your lips and tongue before deciding to suck the entire thing in, in one go. The near-scream Shuichi emitted definitely helped you take the entirety of him inside your mouth. 

You let out a small hiccup as you felt him throbbing in your throat, eyes wide and nose deep in the base of his shaft as your lips had almost been able to kiss the base of his cock. Keyword; almost.

With tear-filled eyes, you moaned onto his cock that only seemed to fit in half of your mouth before you started gagging. The small choked gasps from your side seemed to be in earshot of Shuichi, as he reached down to check on you- his hand was caught mid-way as you took a deep breath through your nose and fit the rest of his length down your throat. At this point, tears had been falling down your face uncontrollably, and you had been too busy massaging the base of his cock and balls to try and wipe them off.

“S-S/o— Y-you shouldn’t- F-fuck, I’m already so close, please don’t stop…!” He whined in a broken voice, head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he practically heaved out pants against the couch behind him. You felt your own thighs tremble as you heard him lose character, cussing; something you didn’t know he’d ever do. It sounded foreign in his voice, but was it strange that you actually liked how it sounded?

Moans and pleas spilled out of his drooling mouth like a running faucet; he noticed it only seemed to egg you on, in which, he wasn’t sure he liked or feared. He was highly certain he wouldn’t be able to last long—the thought hit him like an 80-pound brick as you dragged your tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock. “Hhnn- Ah—!” He let out an embarrassingly high moan, though he didn’t seem to care enough to tend to the humiliation, as he had currently been occupying his mind with the fact you had been sucking him off and sucking him off good.

His neck and thighs twitched as he writhed, not able to hold back the urge to pull your hair as he felt like he was going to lose it if he didn’t. Reaching down quickly, he yanked your hair upwards, in a force that didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. It seems, even during moments like these he was always gentle with you. 

Rewarding him for the action, you hummed muffled praises he couldn’t hear, but could definitely feel the effect of it against his cock. Vibrations shot up from between his legs to up the trail of his spine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. 

You felt his clammy hand that had kept hold of your hair, push you down onto his length roughly, causing you to stifle a surprised choke as you felt his tip hit the very back of your throat. “S-Shui—” You couldn’t even say half his name properly. 

With tears streaming down your face, you shut yourself up and took it, bobbing your head up and down faster—to which he rewarded you with shaky, blissful sobs. God, did you wish you could see his expression right now. 

At the thought, your slightly red eyes darted up to his face, which seemed to be staring right back at you with his own tear-brimmed gaze. “S-S/o...!” He whined out, a few stray tears falling as he felt his climax approach him. Throwing his head back, you lost sight of his flushed, slobbering face as he rested the back of his neck against the couch. 

“Close..! Close! Hah- Hnngg! Please, I need to- to—!” Shuichi cut himself off, mouth contorting into an ‘O’ shape as he tensed his thighs underneath your clawed grip, feeling his well-deserved orgasm finally hit him. You suctioned your mouth around his length especially hard, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him pulsating against the walls of your sore throat.

You could feel the milky white, nearly translucent cum shoot down your throat and, as you usually do, you let it slip down your throat with no complaints—and it wasn’t as if you could try spitting it out; Shuichi’s cock had been so far down your throat, he had been practically been shooting it directly down your throat, giving you no chance to swallow. 

You felt his cock shudder, twitch and go flaccid in your mouth; so with a final drag of your lips, you trapped any leftover semen within the insides of your lips and licked whatever had escaped the bindings of your aching mouth. Shuichi remained heaving against the couch, his hand that had previously been holding onto your hair with a death-grip, weakened and dropped to the side of your face.

Bringing his head back down from the thrown back position on the couch, he stared down at you who had still been seated between his legs, your cheek resting against his thigh as you watched him with a soft and infatuated gaze. After such a feat, to look at him like that; he felt like he was on cloud 9. He truly wondered what he had done to deserve a blow job like that, and someone like you to give him such a thing after neglecting you for twelve hours, he felt terrible for you yet also fortunate to have you. His gaze, despite still fucked-out and slightly mind-blown, held worry for you. 

With his already red face going even more crimson, he brought his hand down to the side of your head to stroke your face tenderly. Still heaving out pants, he stuttered out quiet words of gratification, “... T-thank you. For that.” To which you only grinned cheekily at, head turning to gently nibble and kiss at the inside of his thigh, causing a small yelp to erupt from him. 

Your hand gripped onto his thigh, making sure to immobilize him and his squirming as you sucked a hickey onto his thigh. “Hh-!” Shuichi could only whimper at the pressure, his free hand going up to wipe away the tears that formed from earlier, and the ones that had been forming currently.