#just to throw an absolute fit when you want them to fuck off and leave you alone

[kittycak3s]

I hate that I'm being made responsible for coping with and "forgiving" abusive behavior just to protect myself.

I'm tired of being fucking "understanding". I'm tired of my survival being dependent on how much I'm able to take. I'm tired of being treated like dog shit for no reason.

[jeneveuxrein]

best behavior (BLACKPINK Jennie)

word count: 11.2K

(this one was fun, lol)

You have a problem. 

To some, it wouldn’t be considered a problem. Maybe more of a hassle, or an annoyance at the very least.

To you, however, this is nuclear. Talking a DEFCON level one type of situation. 

It could’ve been easily avoided. 

Almost stupidly avoided if you hadn’t been such a pushover.

You were at dinner with Rosie and Lisa two weeks ago. They invited you to join them and a couple of your other friends on a small camping trip over the coming long weekend. You considered it, but when they told you exactly who was going, the decision was easy. 

“What do you mean you’re not going?” Rosie asked after hearing your answer. 

“Chaeng,” You dropped your fork, reaching for your wine glass, suddenly wanting something stronger. “If she’s going, you know I can’t.”

“It’s been years, oppa. She doesn’t mind,” Lisa said, nodding reassuringly. 

“We literally just got to a place where we can be in the same room and not argue,” You reasoned, finishing your drink in one gulp. 

“Which is why spending a few nights with her won’t be that hard,” Rosie smiles, adding, “She already knows you’re going, and she didn’t have much to say except for cool. So I think you’ll be okay. Plus, Jisoo and my sister will be there. You won’t even have to talk to her if you don’t want to.” 

Rosie had a solid argument. It slightly irritated you that she said you were going before you were even invited. You reluctantly said yes, excited to get away from the constraints of the city with the hopes you wouldn’t have to say anything more than hello to her. 

Her being Kim Jennie, your ex-girlfriend. 

The one who got away. The one who you royally fucked things up with. Any and all cliches fit your disaster of a relationship. 

You were young at the time. And stupid. 

So very stupid. 

You knew the moment Jisoo introduced Jennie to you at a party that she’d be the one you were going to marry. 

It took groveling and nearly losing your dignity for Jennie to finally say yes after months of asking her out, that you’d do absolutely anything to make sure she knew you only had eyes for her. 

But again, you were stupid. 

Before Jennie, you had a bit of a history with women. Player seemed to fit, though you thought of it more as indulgence to spend your nights with a beautiful woman. You developed a reputation that all your friends knew of your unwillingness to commit. 

Everyone was surprised at Jennie when she said yes. The girls, mainly Nayeon and Jihyo, were vocal about their opinions on your relationship, but Jennie didn’t care. She brushed them off, saying that she trusted you anyway. 

Something you stupidly broke. 

It was even more stupid whenever you thought about it, which was more than you’d like to admit. 

You were at a party, celebrating Rosie’s promotion, when you received a message from Jennie that she wouldn’t be able to make it. Something had come up at work, and she wasn’t able to leave. You didn’t bother responding, ticked off again that work had become the priority. 

You’d been dating for over a year at that point, and there was a small shift in your relationship. It was subtle, but enough for you to notice. It had been a small point of contention at first, then slowly built-up resentment turned into a huge argument about not spending time together anymore.

Because for Jennie, her climbing the corporate ladder was number one. You were considered second—one-point five as she would say. You’d throw it in her face, but she was adamant it was only temporary.

You really should’ve checked your messages again before you and Chaewon drunkenly stumbled into your apartment. If you did, then you would’ve known Jennie was waiting for you.

You froze as soon as you saw your girlfriend sitting on your couch, wearing a black silk robe with the slightest hint of lace peeking at the top. The guilt immediately washed over you as soon as you heard Chaewon sigh, a quiet stupid falling from her lips before she walked out. The only reason why she came home with you was because of the picture you painted of a broken heart, something that was a blatant lie, but soon became an obvious truth. 

You tried to explain, words forming sentences that had no merit, no weight that could get Jennie to believe you. She remained silent the whole time, that her last words to you before she left was I trusted you and that was that. 

You technically—if you wanted to be a real asshole—didn’t cheat. Nothing happened between you and Chaewon, but it was obvious that if Jennie didn’t show up, something would’ve happened. The intention was there, but you were stupid because you were young, immature, selfish and you couldn’t be patient. She never gave you any doubt that she didn’t want to be with you, but you were just stupid.  

You still had to see her after that. You couldn’t avoid it. You had the same friends, and it didn’t help that you were close to Jisoo, Rosie, and Lisa—Jennie’s best friends. 

In the beginning, you apologized every time you saw her, pleading—borderline begging—for her to give you one more chance. She would walk away, but you’d reach out to pull her back. Your face would be sore and red every single time. 

It got to the point where you were just as petty as she was. You mocked her every time she spoke, making faces and scoffing at any word that came from her mouth. She would curse you out and you’d just smile, eliciting an even greater reaction that Lisa had to physically restrain her away before she bruised your face. 

You didn’t get a pass. Jisoo kicked you square in the gonads once she found out what happened. Rosie threatened to sue you for whatever reason she could find. Lisa just shook her head, disappointed that you did what you swore you wouldn’t.

Lisa’s reaction hurt the most, reminding you of the effort you put to be with Jennie, and that was something you couldn’t forgive yourself for, the regret weighing on your shoulders every time you were in the same room with her. 

A feeble attempt to try to move on was made, but it wasn’t fair to the women who genuinely showed interest in you to be paraded in front of Jennie as a means to make her jealous. 

Whether it worked or not, you didn’t know. What you did know was that almost a year after you broke up, Jennie introduced everyone to her boyfriend—Taehyung. 

And intentional or not, you were jealous. 

You wanted to deck him square in the jaw for some comment he made during a conversation about cheating, but Lisa was there to pull you outside, reminding you that you had every intention of cheating on Jennie because of what your relationship was at that point. 

“She’s trying, oppa. She loved you too, but it wasn’t enough for you to wait,” Lisa lit up a cigarette after watching you kick a few chairs over. 

That stuck with you, forcing you to mellow out whenever Jennie was there. You started to politely greet her, which she met with a cool indifference, unfazed by your change in attitude.

It became cordial at the very least. The walls were up and you didn’t have it in you to break them down. You helped build them up after all.   

So the problem you’re currently experiencing could’ve just been avoided if you were firm in your no. 

“Why do you look stressed out?” Rosie asks as your jaw clenches, a headache forming in between your eyebrows. 

“Count how many tents we have,” You grit out, staring at the reserved camp site. 

“One… Two… Three… What’s wrong… Oh,” Rosie’s voice falls flat when she realizes what the problem was. “Shit, let me go talk to Alice.” 

You sigh when Rosie drops the wood she was holding on the ground, hurrying over to where Alice is. You quickly hear the siblings start to argue, causing you to sigh again because the only option that you think of is if you leave and come back to pick them up. 

“Why are they arguing?” Jennie asks out of nowhere, that you drop the wood you just picked up. 

“Jesus, when the hell did you get there?” You shake your head, doing everything you can to regulate your heartbeat. 

“I just got here,” Jennie shrugs as if she didn’t scare you. “So what’s going on?” 

“There’s only three tents,” You awkwardly answer, bracing yourself for her to yell at you for forgetting to bring the tent. 

The sleeping arrangements were decided on the hike to the campsite. The Park siblings would share a tent, Lisa and Jisoo would bunk together, while you and Jennie had your own tents. When you finished putting together the third tent and went to look for the fourth, it could not be found.

“I can just sleep by the fire,” You offer, already thinking of how you’ll get sick and how your assistant will hate you for missing work. 

“It’s fine,” Jennie waves you off, placing the water jugs at her feet. “We can share.” 

“Wh-what?” You stutter out, eyes widening. “We don’t need to do that.” 

“Stop being difficult,” Jennie rolls her eyes. “We can be adult about things, and it would make me feel bad if you got sick.” 

You open and close your mouth, but no words come out. You’re rendered speechless. Jennie hasn’t said anything remotely nice to you in over three years. The fact that she’s offering to share the tent with you speaks volumes. 

“Careful,” You say with the slightest hint of teasing, “It’s like you almost care about me or something.” 

The muttered shut up you hear has you absolutely grinning. It goes away the second she ‘accidentally’ kicks your shin as she steps over to the log. 

--

“Watch out, Jendeuks,” Jisoo slurs out, the effects of the soju catching up to her. It’s catching up to all of you at this point. “Oppa doesn’t behave around drunk girls, especially if he’s drunk himself.” 

“Jisoo,” You roll your eyes, watching the women around you laugh at your expense. 

“What?” Jisoo’s eyes narrow in your direction. “I don’t need to wake up tomorrow morning with the mandu upset for you trying something with her.” 

“I’m not even going to do anything!” You raise your arms up in defense, shaking your head. 

The girls, Alice included, had a field day when Jennie told them you’d be sharing the tent with her. They relentlessly teased you, almost to the point of where you’d rather get sick and end up in the hospital than having to share the next few nights with Jennie. 

“Ah,” Lisa clicks her tongue, waving a finger at you, “We’d have to watch out for Jennie instead, since Taehyung broke things off with her.” 

What?

“Lisa,” Jennie grits out, eyes glaring at the youngest member. “Shut the fuck up.” 

“What? Who cares, he sucked anyways,” Lisa honestly answers. “He was so insecure over op–”

Jennie’s hands are over Lisa’s mouth before she could finish that sentence. It piques your interest since it sounded like their breakup had something to do with you, but you couldn’t understand how you were involved. 

“On that note,” You watch Jennie and Lisa wrestle, “I’m going to bed.”

“It’s probably best if we all call it a night,” Alice stands, nodding in agreement that it was time for sleep.

“Jen,” You say, out of habit more than anything, that it has the two women stopping to look at you. When you realize your slip up, you awkwardly scratch your head, “Err, uh, you can change in the tent first, I’m just going to head to the bathroom. Leave it unzipped when you’re done, please.” 

You don’t bother waiting for her to respond, knowing she’ll do it anyways. 

By the time you return, the tent’s unzipped. You slip your shoes off before awkwardly climbing into the tent. It’s big enough for three people, but comfortably with two people and all their belongings. Your sleeping bags are on opposite sides of the tent, which the set-up isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. 

“Hey,” You greet her quietly, unzipping your sleeping bag to add another layer of warmth since the temperature suddenly dropped as soon as the sun set. 

“Hi, do you need to change?” Jennie asks politely, head tilting towards the tent entrance. 

You shake your head, deeming your sweats and hoodie were more than enough since you had an extra blanket. “I’m good.” 

“Okay, well,” Jennie shuts off the lamp once you’re tucked in, “Good night.” 

“Good night,” You murmur, listening to the fabric rustle as she settles into her sleeping bag. 

Once it goes completely silent, except for the not-so-hushed conversation between Jisoo and Lisa from the other tent, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your eyes slowly close before sleep takes you, the tiredness from the day knocking you out.

--

You hear your name being called out, forcing you out of your slumber. It couldn’t be that early based on the small amount of light casted on the tent.

You look around before hearing your name again and realize Jennie’s the one saying it. 

“Jennie?” You whisper out, sitting up to Jennie’s sleeping bag much closer to yours than where it was before you fell asleep. 

What happens next has you sinking back into your sleeping bag when Jennie moans, a sound you’re all-too familiar with. 

Fuck is all that crosses your mind. You’re completely fucked and if there was some higher being out there, you would pray to them every day on your knees to get you out of this situation. It’s probably retribution for all the wrongs you’ve ever done in your life, and to hear your ex-girlfriend moan your name while she’s asleep is the worst kind of fate. 

You never thought you’d hear her like that ever again, but it reminds you of all the times she did. 

You wouldn’t exactly say you had a high sex drive because you are human, but when it came to sex and threw Jennie in the mix, it was hard for you to control yourself. Your relationship was physical, as expected from any healthy relationship, but there was something that could never compare to the other women you’ve known so intimately. 

When she told you she loved you, you made sure you showed her exactly how much you loved her right back.

You were into kinks and the like, but the word daddy out of her mouth had you fucking her like your life depended on it. 

Sometimes it did. She would always want more, losing herself around you that had you lost with her, but you’d find each other in the end. 

So yeah, the universe or higher being or whoever the fuck has it out for you. 

“Daddy,” Jennie moans out, louder than she probably intended that you had to get the fuck out of the tent and jump off a cliff and into the lake. 

“Fuck,” Your body’s conditioned to have a visceral response, that it starts to react to her mumblings. You feel hot as the blood rushes south, awakening your cock as her breaths get breathier. 

You nearly stumble out of the tent, the cool air hitting your lungs as you get your footing. You ignore the pit in your stomach, brushing away all thoughts of Jennie like that. You fucked up any chance to be with her the moment you showed up to your apartment with another woman. 

You let out a quiet groan before deciding that you might as well prepare breakfast. 

--

You avoid Jennie for most of the day. 

You couldn’t look her in the eye once she woke up after hearing her and whatever dream she had of you. It almost felt too personal to witness that, especially without her knowing.

It wasn’t easy though with Rosie and Lisa doing everything in their power to make sure you were paired off together. The thought of them scheming to get you back together crossed your mind, mainly because they both knew how you felt and if the chance ever arose, you’d do anything to be with Jennie again. It was a fleeting thought because hell would have to freeze over.

You could have been imagining things, but Jennie seemed to avoid you as well. She wouldn’t make eye contact with you when you spoke. She would give little to no response when you were part of a conversation. 

The day just started off weird, yet you still have this get-together with the people from a neighboring campsite after meeting them on the hike. 

Lisa wraps an arm around your neck, “Anyone catch your attention?” She asks loudly as you follow the rest of the girls. 

“No,” You scoff, rolling your eyes as you shake her hold off you. 

“It’s okay if there is, you know,” Lisa says as she falls in step with you. “Just make sure you do whatever activities at their campsite. I’m pretty sure that’s where Jennie-unnie draws the line.”

“He could do whatever the fuck he wants,” Jennie comments from in front of you. 

“Such a masochist, unnie,” Rosie drawls out. “Hearing an ex fool around would kill me.”

You’re about to tell both of them to knock it off, but Jennie’s faster, “He’s not going to fool around with anyone, right?” She stops in her tracks, causing you to bump into her, hand reflexively reaching out to steady her so she wouldn’t fall.

“Controlling,” Jisoo mutters, but everyone hears her loud and clear. 

It puts you on the spot because on one hand, you have nothing stopping you from doing anything, while on the other hand, you’re trying your best to at least get to the point where you could be friends with Jennie. 

“Right,” You concede, surprising yourself and the women around you. You quickly drop your hand, giving Jennie a tight smile as she stares at you.

Best behavior you think to yourself once the group starts walking again. 

--

Best behavior, as you so called it, applied to you. It didn’t, however, apply to others. 

You could not control the behaviors of other people, no matter how much you try. 

It’s been ‘nice’ hanging out with the girls from the nearby campsite. You use ‘nice’ loosely because it’s been hell for you having to balance the woman on your lap and the woman across the fire glaring at you everytime you look up. 

As soon as you sat down, one of the girls—Ryujin—beelined for you, taking most of your attention away from everyone else. 

Ryujin’s pretty. You have eyes, and you’d think most people would agree. She seemed shy when you met her on the hike, but something was different by the time you arrived. You chalked it up to the few empty soju bottles you saw that they had already started drinking. She was a lot more forward, throwing your whole best behavior self-talk down the drain. 

How she ended up in your lap? You have no idea. You tried to politely push her off, but you didn’t want to cause a scene. 

“Wanna hang out in my tent?” Ryujin whispers, the faint scent of alcohol lingering in her breath.

The implication was there. 

If it was any other situation where your ex-girlfriend wasn’t there, you would.

But said ex-girlfriend is there. 

From the corner of your eye, Jennie stands, whispering something in Rosie’s ear that has her standing as well. 

“I’ll walk back with you,” Your ears perk up. 

“It’s really fine, Chaengie. I’m just tired from today,” Jennie forces a smile, but you sensed something else was off. 

“Are you sure?” Which Jennie nods before bidding farewell to the others. 

Jennie, however, doesn’t say anything to you and leaves before you could ask if she was okay. 

“So…what do you say?” Ryujin’s voice tears your gaze away from Jennie’s retreating figure. 

“I’m sorry, I should go with her,” You gently tap at her shoulder, which she begrudgingly stands. 

It catches the attention of the others, prompting Lisa to ask what you’re doing when you fold the blanket, handing it to Ryujin. 

“I’m going,” You shrug as if it’s no big deal. You don’t miss the way Lisa and Rosie’s head tilt. Jisoo rolls her eyes while Alice just drinks, oblivious.  

“What a gentleman,” Yuna comments, her friends nodding in agreement. 

You tell the girls that it was nice meeting them, that maybe you’ll see them in Seoul because Lisa will definitely want to see them again. Ryujin gives you a longer-than-necessary hug, which Jisoo snickers because your friends know the exact reason why you’re leaving so abruptly. 

--

Jennie walks fast. 

For someone who’s one of the smallest in the group, she gained some distance from the campsite before you finally caught up. 

“Jennie,” You call out a couple meters away. She stops, but doesn’t turn around. It gives you enough time to meet her.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Like in Ryujin’s tent?” Her voice is cold, distant, detached even. It immediately takes you back to that night.

When you don’t respond, Jennie walks away. 

You won’t make the same mistake again and if it leaves you with a black eye, it is what it is.

You don’t let her get that far, reaching for her shoulder that she shrugs you off before turning around so fast that you almost lose your balance.

“Don’t touch me,” Jennie says sharply. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” You ask. She’s starting to actually piss you off. You’re sure that if you weren’t a bottle of soju in, you wouldn’t get this upset. You’d rather blame it on the alcohol than unresolved feelings. 

Jennie scoffs, rolling her eyes, “My problem? You’re seriously asking me what my problem is?”

“Did I fucking stutter?” 

Her next move has your cheek stinging. 

“Jennie, what the fuck,” You rub your face. She’s slapped you before, but there was actual force behind that one.

“You’re my fucking problem. To this fucking day, you’re still my fucking problem,” Jennie suddenly invades your space, chest against yours as she looks up at you. 

“I’m not even doing anything,” You sigh, dejected and tired. If there’s one thing you don’t want to do right now is to argue with her.

“You are. Just being around you is so fucking hard,” Loose fists hit your chest three times before she collapses into you. “Do you not understand how hard it is to watch some girl throw herself at you and you fucking entertain it?”

Her confession catches you off guard because you always wondered what she thought when you were around girls. You gently place your hands on her waist, and her body freezes. 

“Jen,” You say quietly. 

“No, I can’t do this,” Jennie’s out of your hold, walking away. 

It takes you a minute because there’s a lot for you to process, but you act quickly, following after her. 

Thankfully the fire you lit still burns bright, and you see Jennie’s near the tent. 

You call her name out before she could unzip the tent. When she doesn’t face you, you jog toward her, refusing to let this go. 

“Can you just talk to me? You’re getting mad at me for doing something I can’t control,” You almost reach for her again, but experience has taught you to tread lightly. 

“What’s there to talk about? We’re not together so if you want to fuck Ryujin, be my guest,” Jennie says lowly. 

“Did you want me to?” Your temper flares, words cutting right through you. “Did you want to hear me fuck someone? Rosie was right, you are a masochist.”

Jennie turns suddenly, her arm winding back but you’re quicker this time, grabbing her arm. 

“Let fucking go of me,” Jennie struggles in your grasp, but you’ve always been stronger. 

“No,” You pull her body flush against yours before wrapping an arm around her waist, securing her tightly. Her head falls back, eyes narrowing. “You’re being a fucking brat.” 

“And what’re you going to do about it?” You watch her expression darken, a look you haven’t seen in years. 

“This,” You slam your lips on hers, swallowing the gasp she lets out once your teeth meet. 

You feel everything. 

The way her arms try to break free from your hold. 

The way her hips fold, but can’t go anywhere. 

The way her breath hits you as you move your mouth, granting you access before her body relaxes. 

The way she presses herself against you. 

“This good enough?” You murmur in between kisses, her arms snaking around your neck as she melts into the kiss. 

“I’ve had better,” Jennie taunts, slightly panting as you gently bite her lip. 

“Then you don’t need me,” You move your tongue in her mouth swiftly before pulling away. 

“Wait, what’re you doing? Come back,” Jennie stands on her tiptoes as she tries to bring you back. 

“You said you had better,” Raising an eyebrow as you loosen your grip, but Jennie’s arms are ironclad around you. “So…” You shrug. 

“No no,” Jennie shakes her head, biting her lip as she stares at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” 

“Off Jen,” You say simply and she complies, hands at her side has you stepping back. 

It’s a dynamic you’re familiar with. 

It’s toxic at the minimum. 

Degrading at its absolute worst. 

You and Jennie hardly argued. You could count on both hands the amount of blow ups you’ve had. It would get aggressive, but with what followed after, was so much better. It might not have been the healthiest way to deal with conflict, but you’d work through it—blissed out, hormones working in overdrive.

“Please,” Jennie says quietly. 

“Please what?” You cross your arms, gaze never breaking as you watch the internal war she’s having with herself. 

It’s a bit risky to do this right here, right now, but you’re hyper-aware of the effect she’s having on your body. If she responds the way you want her to, you’ll be sent into overdrive. 

“Please,” She shakes her head, eyes casting down. 

“Say it,” You gently cup her chin, tilting her head backwards as your lips ghost against hers, “Say it, princess.” 

Jennie lets out a moan, a breathy one at that before she says what you’ve missed so much. 

“Please, daddy.” 

“Good girl,” You kiss her sweetly this time, an almost tender kiss that has her sneaking a hand underneath your hoodie. “Ah, ah, did I say you could touch me?” 

Jennie’s head shakes, her lips never leaving only to say, “No.”

“If you want to get fucked, behave,” She immediately pulls her hand out from underneath, wrinkling your clothes as she waits in anticipation. You’re at the point of no return. 

She’s the only one that could bring this side out of you. 

“Yes sir,” Jennie says, voice shaking. 

Without a word, you let her go. You smirk at the whine she lets out. 

You unzip the tent and grab her hand, fingers interlaced before dragging her inside. You ask her to sit while you rearrange the sleeping bags. She offers to help, but you shake your head since it won’t take long. It helps that the sleeping bags are a matching set, allowing you to easily make one giant sleeping bag.

When you finish, it’s obvious that Jennie’s doubting this, the etch of concern on her face says it all. It forces you to switch into the side you’ve always been when it came to her because she was the most important, her comfort was your top priority—still is. 

“Jen,” You say softly, scooting over to her before stretching your legs around her. She looks up, and something scratches at your ribcage, “We don’t have to. Swear. We can forget this happened.”

Like you could. 

The thought of asking for a transfer abroad crosses your mind so you wouldn’t have to see her. 

“I couldn’t do that,” Her voice is quiet, the slight tremble you’d hear whenever she’d whisper her fears, on top of the pillow, head tucked under your chin. “It did happen. I don’t know what I’m doing.” 

“Jen-” She shakes her head. 

“I… Don’t laugh okay,” Jennie swings her legs around, crossing them as she takes your hands. “It’s just confusing right now. Yes, Tae broke up with me, but not for the reason you think. It’s actually stupid.” 

“Okay I won’t laugh, so shoot.”

Jennie starts playing with your fingers, tickling the skin that has your back shivering, as she tells you what happened. They were fooling around—you really didn’t want to hear that—and Tae asked her to call him daddy. She thought he was joking because she never got the impression he was into that. She described their sex life as vanilla, not that she minded. Her desires weren’t strong enough to make him do them, and she liked him enough to let that go.

The part that had your eyes open like saucers was when she said she wouldn’t. She opened her mouth to say it, but her voice got caught in her throat. She couldn’t say it, it felt wrong to. 

“Uh so what you’re saying is—”

“Shh,” Jennie pinches your palm, “I’m not finished.” 

Taehyung took offense when she shook her head. He stood, demanding why not. She really couldn’t think of a reason. She tried to play it off like she wasn’t into that, but he didn’t believe her. 

Then he brought you into the conversation. By his logic, you were the last boyfriend so it had to be because of you. You were also Jennie’s first serious relationship. 

She denied that because there was no reason as to why it would. They argued, going back and forth about why you were still in her life. It ended with him leaving her apartment, needing to cool off. 

There were a couple days in between before they spoke again. He had his clarity, realizing he overreacted and didn’t want to push her if that wasn’t something she was into. 

On her end, Jennie was confused. It struck something in her when he said that she never got over you. In the heat of the moment, she didn’t pay it any mind. As soon as he left, it came barreling back. 

She thought it was because he was jealous. He always sighed whenever she mentioned you’d be at the same events. He would be more affectionate whenever you were around. It didn’t cross her mind, but that was the only thing that made sense.

Then the idea of calling Taehyung, her current boyfriend, daddy has her stomach in knots. It didn’t feel right at the mental image of him and that word together. Her mind drifted to yours and she shot up from the bed when she she slipped her hand underneath her shorts. 

“So again, for my understanding, is that—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jennie rolls her eyes, slapping your thigh.

When you chuckle, she glares. 

“Sorry sorry, continue.” 

Jennie couldn’t believe it. She had no way to explain the visceral response her body had at the thought of you. She admitted that she actively pushed down any thoughts of you as soon as you broke up, adding that no other guy ever made her feel the way you did. 

(That comment went straight to your head, which she must have seen the way your face lit up because she punched your inner thigh.)

When it was Jennie’s turn to speak, what she originally wanted to say was not what actually came out. She wanted to break up. In that short time apart, her attraction for him dipped and she didn’t want to be with him anymore. She called it a change of heart and that the relationship ran its course. He wasn’t expecting that, pleading that he’ll be better, but she was firm in her decision. 

She took the break-up as it was. She expected to be sad, which she was. She explains she gave herself time to think and process what she actually felt. It didn’t help that she saw you frequently, confusing her feelings. She wanted you, but at the same time, she didn’t think she could trust you. 

“Then, you fucking wrap your coat around me one night after dinner and when I asked you what the hell you were doing, you just shrugged, saying I looked cold,” You remember that night. She was running late and forgot to bring a jacket. She cursed you out in front of everyone, but you didn’t care. You were used to that. You did, however, care if she was cold. “And it was obvious you still cared about me.” 

“Well yeah,” You say pointedly. “Nothing physical happened between Chaewon and me. Yeah she might’ve been all over me, but I never kissed her.”

“But you would’ve, right? If I wasn’t there,” Jennie lets go of your hands. 

“I don’t know, probably,” You shrug. That night still haunts you, and it’s not the most pleasant thing for you to think about. She gives you a look, but doesn’t say anything else.

“So yeah, that’s why we broke up,” Jennie’s hands fold onto her lap.

“All I’m getting is that you belong to me,” You smirk as she rolls her eyes. You act as if you completely missed the point of the story. You didn’t, but it went straight to your cock finding out Jennie touched herself because of you. 

“I’m not your fucking property,” Jennie deadpans. 

“I’m not saying you are. What I am saying, however,” You scoot closer to her, moving her hands out of the way before reaching for her hips, easily lifting her on top of you, “Is that your body wants me.” 

“Not true,” Jennie’s voice shakes when your lips ghost along her neck. 

“We don’t have to decide what this is right now. You know, deep down, I want to be together. I was–still am–serious about marrying you, that hasn’t changed,” You press your lips underneath her jaw, head tilting back to give you more access,  “I’m sure you won’t make it easy for me.”

“Who said we’re getting back together?” Jennie sighs as her hands rest on your neck, hair threading through her fingers. 

“Me,” You murmur, sucking slightly on her skin. “So let me start now, okay?” 

“Fine,” You smile against her skin, tongue soothing the mark you know everyone will tease her if they see it. She tugs you off, a pout forming on your face, “Slow?” 

“Whatever you want, princess,” You tease, sucking in a breath when her body rolls, hands gripping her waist a little tighter. “Your call tonight.”

Jennie stares at you for a moment, and you don’t waver, keeping her gaze to show you’re serious. 

“Mine?” 

“Yours.” 

A double entendre.

Jennie slips her hands underneath your sweater, pulling it off you, exposing your bare torso, before bringing you in for a heated kiss. Your body quickly reacts, cock stiff as she grounds her hips over you. You’re fighting for dominance as your tongues wrestle, swallowing all the airy pants and gasps falling from her mouth. 

“Fuck,” You moan as she bites hard on your bottom lip. “I thought you wanted slow.” 

“You talk too much,” Jennie gets out in between kisses. 

“I thought you liked it when I talk,” You detach your lips, trailing them along her jawline. Sweet kisses have her body shivering. 

“I preferred it when your mouth did other things,” Jennie breathes out, head falling back as you nip on her skin. 

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it,” You say lowly as you continue your onslaught all over her neck. She’ll probably have to wear your hoodie to cover all the love bites, and she’ll definitely yell at you in the morning. 

You do not care. 

“You know what I want.”

You do, but you won’t make it this easy for her. 

“Probably,” Your hands guide her movement,  applying delicious friction over your sweats. It garners you a deep moan as she grabs your shoulders to steady herself. “But you know I like hearing you princess.”

Jennie loudly moans after a particularly hard suck, fingers pulling on your hair as her hips circle over you. She mumbles something that you can’t quite hear, sneaking a hand underneath her hoodie. Her body shivers at your touch. 

“What’d you say?” Thumb rubbing gentle circles over her back. 

“Fuck me.”

“Be more specific,” You taunt, the warmth emanating in between your bodies, and you just know she’s fucking soaked. 

“You’re being a fucking tease,” Jennie groans once your lips meet her collarbone, “We don’t have that much time.” 

She has a point. You’re not sure when the others will return, but Alice will make everyone leave if they get too much. 

“You know I can’t just fuck you,” You murmur, burying your face into her neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“You won’t,” Jennie whimpers, grinding herself over you, the ache in your cock has you groaning. “I can take you.”

“I have to stretch you out, princess.” Not that you’re bragging, but you know you’re well above the average. The amount of shock through the years said enough. 

Jennie shakes her head as her hips lift from her position. You whine, in an attempt to pull her back, but she stands, untying her sweats before it falls down her legs. 

Your mouth waters at the site of Jennie’s pussy right above you. The dim lighting of the tent lamp shines a slick dripping down her inner thighs. She’s absolutely gushing and it turns you on that it was all because of you. You quickly slip the waistband of your sweats down, freeing your cock. It slaps against your stomach, and you notice your tip weeping leaking. 

“You want my mouth, baby?” You stare up at her, uncaring as you lick your lips. You could almost taste her. Your hand encloses around your length, slowly stroking yourself as you imagine your face in between her legs. 

Jennie shakes her head once again, gently tilting your head back to give her a better view of you touching yourself, “Lay back.” 

You don’t hesitate. You follow her command, keeping a steady pace with your hand as you watch Jennie step over you, feet falling on the outsides of your legs. 

Jennie lowers herself, shutting the lights off and keeping her gaze on yours. You sharply inhale as the apex of her thighs get closer to your cock, increasing your movement that your forearm starts to burn. 

The moment her slick touches the tip of your cock, Jennie squeals, biting her lip to muffle the sound. You groan, dropping your hand as your length slides in between her lips. 

“Jen,” You pant, hands shooting to her hips to steady her, but it ends up dragging her wetness all over your cock. “I need to prep—”

“No, no,” Jennie’s eyes roll back as her hips rock over yours. “I can handle you. I’m so fucking wet for you. Let me, please daddy please.”

It’s like a switch went off as she moans, rolling her body in a wave as she rubs herself over you. 

“Princess,” The nickname has her mewling, hips stuttering as your cock hits her clit. “Tonight’s about you.” 

“I want your cock, daddy.” She falls forward, arms resting on your chest as her hair covers your face. She kisses your neck, heavy breaths, as her hips swirl. “It’s been so long. I need to be filled.” 

Her filthy words have you blindly thrusting up, brushing through her lower lips as she moans into your skin. 

“Good ahead, baby.” 

Jennie reaches her hand backwards, fingers delicately wrapping along your girth. You buck into her hand, groaning as she rubs it around her hole. Once she guides your tip into her entrance, her hips seductively roll down to take you in. 

You swear you see stars the moment her pussy wraps around the head, her walls squeezing you tightly. Her hands press hard into your chest, pushing her body upright as you watch her head fall back. When your eyes glance down, you groan at the sight of your cock in between her legs. 

“Daddy,” Jennie’s eyes open slowly, breaking your gaze to her eyes low, lust taking over as she lowers herself more. 

“Yes princess?” You suck in a breath as her slick drips down your cock.

“Tell me I’m good,” Jennie circles her hips, knees spreading slightly as her body adjusts to your size. “I’m being good right?” 

“Good girls take all of me,” You watch, hypnotized as she continues her movement, your length gradually disappearing more and more. Her body recoils before dropping even lower that your hands tightly grip her waist. 

“Daddy,” Her nails dig into your skin, hips shaking side to side. “Please, I’ll be good. Let me be good.” She trembles in your hold, walls accommodating your size. 

Your resolve’s slipping. Fast. 

With Jennie moaning and the sight of her struggling to take you in has your hands dropping. You mutter a fuck as the pressure around your cock increases tenfold, her body tensing as nails raking down your chest. The pain is short-lived as the warmth from her walls spurs you on, causing an involuntary thrust up as gravity pushes her down. 

“Holy shit, Jen.” Your eyes snap to see your length gone, fully sheathed inside her as her pussy tightens. 

Jennie freezes, hands gripping your sides, before letting out a filthy moan. 

“Daddy, am I being good?” She leans back, her hands on your knees before slowly rolling her hips up. 

“So fucking good,” You don’t recognize your voice, eyes locked on watching your cock appear in between her legs. 

“I missed you,” Her body shivers as she takes you in again. 

It’s a confession, something she’s been holding in for a while based on how she rides you slowly, intently, purposefully—to remind you just what you’ve been missing since. 

All you can do is moan because she feels too good wrapped around you, the overstimulation of her walls hugging your cock in the best kind of way. Sex has always felt good, but with her, it just feels like more.

Your hand slips underneath her hoodie, gently palming her breasts as she moves above you. She’s always been reactive to your touch, and you couldn’t forget the spots that always have her begging for more. 

“Such a good girl,” You watch her hips gyrate into figure eights, hypnotizing you as she mewls with every roll. Her walls tighten at the praise, her slick getting slicker. 

Jennie’s mouth is suddenly on your lips, attacking with such gusto as her pace increases. Her clit brushes against your public bone and you can feel her impending orgasm from her pussy’s death-like grip. 

If this is how you go, what a way to die.

Your hands find hers, interlacing your fingers together. She never breaks away, shoving her tongue into your mouth as she pants and moans like the good girl she is. She brings your arms overhead, hips grounding on top of yours. 

“I’m gonna cum daddy,” Jennie mumbles weakly against you, her hips stutter, pace erratic as she fucks herself all over your cock. 

You snap your waist upward, leaving no spot in between her walls untouched, and she loses it. She lets go of your hands, arms wrapping tightly around your neck as she holds on.

All you can focus on is getting her to cum because time is running out. You continue thrusting, hands easily finding her hips as you guide her movements, the sound of your bodies spurring you on. 

“Baby,” You grit out, hips erratically pounding up into her. The change in nickname meant you were close, too close that you might release inside of her. 

“Do it daddy,” Jennie raises her head slightly, eyes locked onto yours. “You know you want to,” She whispers, breath ghosting over your lips as her body slams against yours. 

“Princess wants me to cum inside her?” You breathe out, hands trailing down to cup her buttocks, massaging the flesh. 

“Yes,” Jennie whines, “Please.” 

You’re getting closer and closer, and it’s helping almost too well that Jennie mumbles the dirtiest things, too explicit that if it was anyone else, they’d run away. 

It’s you though, too turned on by her body and her words that as soon as the words breed me daddy fall from her lips you lose it. Your orgasm crashes through your body. You sit up as Jennie continues working herself over your cock, feeling you release, wailing, whimpering as it floods her. 

Jennie’s body seizes in your hold, back arching as her walls suddenly spasm around your length, prolonging your orgasm. You swear her pussy’s pulsing and your vision goes white, holding her  tightly against your chest as you rut into her. 

Her teeth sink into your shoulder, the pain adding to the pleasure, as she fails miserably to muffle her scream. You pray to whatever higher beings there are that the others aren’t on their way back yet because she’s loud.

You gasp for air as her chest heaves on top of yours. 

You weren’t expecting to have sex this weekend, let alone Jennie of all people. You’ve toned down on the nights with random women, something Rosie and Lisa commend you for. It wasn’t without question, which you were honest that you wanted to at least try to have another relationship. 

You rub soothingly over Jennie’s skin, body slightly shivering at the contact as goosebumps form underneath your touch.

“Hi,” Jennie mumbles against your neck, still a bit breathy as she catches her breath. 

“Hi yourself,” You squeeze the pliable muscle, molding against your hand. “You’re okay, right?” You’re concerned because you both went a little—a lot—rough on each other’s bodies. 

“Yes,” Jennie taps your nose playfully. “I forgot how big you were.”

The thing is, her position hasn’t changed. The comment goes straight to your head and your cock throbs, already overly sensitive, along Jennie’s warm, snug walls. 

Naturally, she feels it, letting out a surprised moan that has her burying her face back into your neck. 

“Sorry,” You breathe out, the only word you could properly form. 

“You’re such a guy,” Jennie chuckles. “Immediately reacting to hearing anything related to your dick size.” 

You apologize again, which she tells you it’s okay. Casually mentioning that you’re the biggest she’s ever had anyways. You lift her off you, hissing as your cock feels like it can breathe after suffocating inside Jennie. 

“Ass,” Jennie says simply, rolling off you to perfectly slot her head on your shoulder. 

Maybe it’s the hormones. Or maybe it’s the denial. 

Reality soon sets in as you just had sex with your ex-girlfriend. You even had the nerve to play into your favorite dynamic. 

“Jen-” Two fingers are on your lips. 

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Jennie says quietly. 

“But-” You try to say something, but the gentle press stops you. 

“I know we have to talk, but I’m sore and exhausted,” Jennie sighs. The crack of twigs and leaves alerts your brain. “We’ll talk. We obviously have to, but later okay?” Rosie’s singing something off tune, and it’s louder than it was a few moments ago.

“Okay,” Is all you can say, as her fingers trail along your jawline. It’s an intimate move, turning your head the slightest to feel the gentle pressure of Jennie’s lips against yours. 

--

You wake up alone in the tent, the sound of the girls laughing disrupts your sleep. You rub your eyes as soon as you walk out, the conversation falling quiet. 

“Good morning, oppa,” Alice greets as you yawn. 

You send a lazy wave, searching for a seat, which ironically was in between Jennie and Lisa. You notice Jennie’s wearing one of the sweaters you packed. You also notice how it’s zipped to the top, completely covering her neck. 

“You missed out last night,” Rosie picks up where the conversation left off. “We were just telling Jennie how Lisa unintentionally walked away with Lia’s phone number.” 

“I didn’t know she was into girls,” Lisa defends, shaking her head. 

“It’s okay,” Jisoo pats her on the head. “The one time you don’t try to get a girl’s number, you do. Take it for what it is.”

It earns you a chuckle as Alice hands you a plate, a grateful smile sent her way as you realize how hungry you are. 

“Well, at least I can take oppa with me,” Lisa shrugs. 

“Uh what? I’m not going to be some third wheel,” You say after taking a bite. 

“No, dumb dumb,” Rosie scoffs. “Ryujin. She was totally into you.” 

From the corner of your eye, Jennie’s body tenses. 

It goes unnoticed by the others, too engrossed with the conversation, but you’ve always been acutely aware of how Jennie feels. She acts cold and distant with most people, but it’s all part of a façade. It especially breaks down when it involves you. Everyone knew when she was upset with you because she wore it on her face. 

“Oh well-”

“You seemed pretty interested,” Alice comments behind her mug. 

“I was just being nice,” You weren’t interested to an extent. Under different circumstances, the probability of something happening was high. You cared more about how Jennie, and that paid off.  

“You’re always being nice,” Lisa raises her hands, both sets of index and middle fingers bending flexing twice. 

Jennie’s standing again, which you don’t understand why this woman can’t just sit still. You sense her irritation rolling in your direction. You internally sigh as her attitude, this early in the morning, was more a nuisance than anything. 

You don’t say anything when Jennie tells the group that she’s going to take a shower at the community center. For what it’s worth, it’s like a spa with private baths and showers the size of your tiny one-bedroom apartment. She hardly glances your way, but there’s something in your gut telling you to go with her. 

After you finish eating, of course. 

--

Your head snaps back, groaning as it hits the bathroom tile. You watch how Jennie’s eyes never leave yours and it’s taking everything in you not to cum right then and there. 

Her mouth is dangerous and she knows it. 

“Daddy,” Jennie sucks in a breath, keeping her hand wrapped tightly around your cock. “I have a question for you.” 

Her innocent expression pales in comparison to what her hand’s actually doing. She languidly strokes your cock. Too lost in the sensation that you almost don’t hear her question. 

“What?” You ask. 

“Are you going to go on a date with Ryujin?” Jennie asks, leaning ever so slight to run her tongue along your length.

It clicks why Jennie suddenly appeared in your private shower. There’s a somewhat strict policy about men and women showers, but when you heard a knock on your door, you weren’t expecting her to be on the other side. 

Jennie didn’t answer why she was there when you asked, but her dropping to her knees as soon as you shut the door, it was obvious she had a plan in mind. 

“Staking your claim on me already?” You quip, hand cupping her face. It’s not the smartest move to taunt her, especially with her hand wrapped around you. 

Jennie clicks her tongue, rolling her eyes, “Like there’s anything to claim.” 

“And if I do?” You trail your finger along her jawline, watching her eyes narrow in the process. “What’re you going to do about it?” 

The thing with Jennie, that she’ll deny to you and swear up and down to anyone else, is that she gets jealous. You learned that very quickly when you started dating. She wouldn’t say anything if a girl spoke to you, but afterwards when you were alone, she’d remind you that you were hers. 

She’s naturally possessive of you, and you reaped the benefits in some sick power play she’d try to carry out. 

“You won’t,” Jennie’s mouth wraps around your cock, her tongue doing things that need to be studied because it feels too good. 

“Why is that princess?” You ask as she takes you in deeper. 

Instead of answering, Jennie goes lower, your tip hitting the back of her throat. She fucking swallows around your cock and it has your muscles tensing. You have to make sure you don’t go too far, as much as you want to, because it’s still been a while. She repeats the movement, letting off the slightest before taking more of you in. She keeps her mouth tight around your girth, hollowing out her cheeks that has you feel lightheaded. 

“I bet Ryujin could take all of me,” You goad, watching as her pace increases, fucking your cock down her throat. “She could be my princess next.”

It’s a dirty move, but an empty threat. Jennie knows at her core that only she’s deemed worthy of that name. 

But it has the best results as she takes all of you. Her lips press against your pubic bone, staring up at you and it’s a beautiful sight to see your ex-girlfriend’s face stuffed with your cock. 

Jennie holds it for what feels like a lifetime before slowly bobbing her head up. “Don’t be a fucking ass.” 

“Then prove me wrong.”

(She does, exploding on her face a minute later.)

--

“You two are being weird,” Rosie comments as you grill the meat. 

“What?” You ask distractedly to make sure the bulgogi doesn’t burn unevenly. 

“You and Jennie.”

“What are you talking about?” You set the tongs down after flipping the pieces. 

“I can’t put my finger on it yet, but there’s something different about you two.” 

You don’t respond, feigning being busy by unwrapping the other meats. 

Sure, you had sex last night. And sure, Jennie made a mess of you in the showers, but you couldn’t exactly tell your friends that. Their reaction is something you’re not prepared for yet.

“But you two aren’t fighting right? I know that you were already reluctant about this whole trip, and the sleeping arrangements were a bust, but it isn’t as bad as you thought it would be, right?”

Definitely not is what you want to say, but you know Rosie wouldn’t let you get away with saying that. 

“No, not fighting. We’re making it work,” You answer vaguely. 

It is the last night of the trip, which thankfully the group decided on having a calmer night since you have to trek back to the city in the morning. 

“Good,” Rosie nods approvingly. “Hopefully everything will still be okay when we get back.” 

--

You have a nice buzz going as you settle in your sleeping bag. Jennie slips herself next to you, slotting a leg over yours before curling into your side. You smell the alcohol from her breath as she sighs contentedly. 

She’s a bit drunk compared to you, thanks to Lisa offering shots with dinner. She practically sat on your lap in front of everyone that it surprised you, but the others even more. Rosie gave you a pointed look, realizing that something did happen between you two, but thankfully doesn’t comment. 

“I want you,” Jennie murmurs against your neck, breathing warm air against your skin. It sends a shiver down your spine, but you know now is not the time. She drives a hard bargain to not take her right then and there when she says, “I’m so wet for you. Having you cum all over me earlier left me wanting more.”

“Princess not now,” You gulp, cock stirring at the words. “There’s people here.” 

“So? You don’t want them to hear how well you fuck me?” Jennie’s hand sneaks over your crotch, palming you gently. “They always wanted to know, but I wouldn’t say. I didn’t want them to know the things you’d do to me.” 

Your cock rises at the thought. She smiles against your neck, slipping a hand underneath your sweats as the contrast of her cold hand against your throbbing length has you suck in a breath. 

“Remember how I’d beg, offering my body to you to do whatever you want?” She whispers seductively. “I’d do it again. You know how much I love the stretch of you taking what’s yours. You know how much I love when you cum in me, on me, making a fucking mess of me.”

You clear your throat, trying to keep some semblance of control. You feel lightheaded at the thought of doing all those things to her. “Jen, you’re drunk.”

“So?” Jennie’s hand wraps around you, slowly stroking your cock. “Drunk or sober. It’s never stopped us before. Drunk sex was especially good. Remember when you fucked me in the ass? The only person to ever do that. I was fucking ruined after.” 

“Jesus fuck,” You grit out as her grip gets tighter. That night was fun. She let you have her however you wanted, and you’ve always had a thing for her sweet bottom. Those little cheeks made beautiful sounds as you pounded away. “Behave.” 

“Fine,” Jennie huffs, pulling her hand away. She places her hand on your chest, curling into you more. 

“I’ll make it up to you when we get back,” You offer, kissing her forehead. 

“Promise?” 

“Yes.”

One you very much intend to keep.

--

--

Jennie squirms in your hold, hips shaking, pussy quivering along your cock as you steady her. 

“Daddy come on,” She moans out, head falling on your sheets as she tries to get you to move. “You promised you’d make it up to me.” 

You did. You will. Just not right now. You’re just taking in the moment of her wrapped oh so tightly around you that you want to enjoy it before you absolutely ruin her. 

Jennie was over your place an hour after you dropped off the siblings. Rosie grilled you on what the hell happened, but you remained strong and did not say a word. She wouldn’t drop it, which annoyed you, but you knew you wouldn’t say anything unless you spoke with Jennie first. 

And you were actually able to have a somewhat productive conversation about what you were doing. She didn’t want to be made a fool again, which you swore nothing like would happen. You’re both older, more settled into your careers, that this—whatever this was—was more stable. She saw how much the break-up affected you, but ego got in the way to want to reconcile. You understood, the thought of her walking in with someone that wasn’t you, would’ve scarred you for life. 

“I’m not going to make it easy for you,” Jennie said, standing over you, pulling you up.

“I don’t expect anything less,” You whispered, a quiet promise made to whatever higher being there was that you were absolutely not going to fuck this up.

“Good,” And she dragged you towards your room. 

Jennie’s getting antsy, but the sight of your cock in between her legs is one you could never tire of. You wish your phone was nearby, capturing this to save for later. 

But you’ll do that later. 

“Daddy,” Jennie huffs, arching her back to get you deeper, but you press your body weight into her, keeping your cock snug within her walls. “You promised.” 

“I know princess,” You trail a hand down her spine, watching her body shiver from the contact. “You just look so good,” Her pussy tightens. 

“I’ll look better once you move,” Jennie gasps as you roll your hips. “Do you want me to beg? I will if that’s what’ll get you to fuck—”

You don’t let her finish her sentence, thrusting your hips deeper that her body jolts at the sudden movement. You lean forward, just enough to kiss the top of her head, hair pressed against your lips as you murmur, “Oh princess, you’ll be begging me to stop.” 

You stand up straight, slowly pulling your hips back, and watch, entranced, as your cock slides out. It’s slick from Jennie, and you’ve never seen anything hotter. You let out a sigh as you feel her contract around the tip. She moans and something snaps inside you that you suddenly thrust back in. 

Jennie squeals at the pressure, letting out a filthy moan that has you groaning. Your body moves on its own accord, slowly pumping your cock in and out of her pussy that has you seeing stars. 

“You’re so fucking big,” Jennie moans, pants, as she starts to babble nonsense as her walls accommodate to your girth. “I need it daddy. I’ve been so fucking wet.”

Her walls rhythmically squeeze every time you bottom out. It doesn’t stop you. It makes you chase the feeling, an addiction that you wouldn’t mind having. 

You lose yourself in her body, watching her bite her lip and lose her breath as she grabs onto the sheets. Hearing your name fall from her lips wakes something up in you.The sounds she makes drive you to thrust into her, and when you hit a certain spot inside, she demands you don’t stop. You don’t break rhythm as she squirms. You grab her hips, letting out groans of your own as you feel your orgasm coming. 

Her hands grip the sheet, wrinkling the fabric as your pace quickens, hitting every single nerve inside her has your body on fire. She lets you fuck her at whatever pace you want. Slow then fast then grind before it has her hips meeting yours perfectly in sync. 

“Fucking hell, princess,” You groan, ceasing your movement as you watch Jennie’s hips roll and grind on your cock, finding every which angle to take you. “You’re being so fucking good. Are you trying to make me cum?” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jennie chants like a prayer, turning her head so her cheek rests against the fabric. “I want it. Cum in me daddy, breed me like the good girl I am.” 

You’re close to the point of no return, especially with the way her pussy contracts at every thrust. She’s doing everything to suck you in and it’s working. You plant your foot on the edge of your bed, increasing your tempo tenfold as the sound of skin hitting gets louder. You’re fucking into her, nailing her onto your bed as her knees slide, opening her up as you jack hammer through her walls. 

“Oh shit, baby,” The nickname falls from her lips, “Baby, I’m going to fucking cum.”

It was a short warning because after three thrusts, Jennie’s body tenses, back wildly arching as her pussy tightens, knocking the wind out of you. Your body falls on top of hers, hips erratically snapping before you meet your end. 

Jennie growls, pushing her hips up into yours to take everything you have to offer. She does a nasty move by humping back onto your cock, short small thrusts that have you pushing your cum deeper inside her pussy. 

“More, daddy,” She keeps moving, hips never ceasing. Her words of I want you to ruin me keeps you hard.

With a sudden burst of energy, you push yourself up, pulling out of her. You ignore the small whine she lets out, flipping her body over. She’s almost too responsive with your touch by the way she spreads her legs wide, knees falling open. 

You grab your cock, aiming your tip at her opening before flicking the head on top of her clit. She mewls, eyes rolling back. You can’t wait anymore. In one swift movement, your cock enters her without warning. Her eyes shoot back to yours, letting out a scream as you pound into her.

Your hands perch on her knees, holding her open as her tits bounce with every thrust. One hand sneaks in between, rapidly rubbing her clit that her eyes shoot open wide. 

“Baby,” Her voice comes out hoarse. “I-It’s too much.”

Jennie’s all fucked out, hands gripping your forearms as her legs flail out. You’re hardly paying her any attention, too focused on your cock splitting her open. 

“Your pussy’s too good,” You don’t care how crass it sounds. Your thoughts are wild right now, and you can’t help but say all of them out loud. “I can’t get enough. How the hell did you keep this from me? I missed this.”

“I missed you,” Jennie says affectionately, scratching lightly. 

“God, keep squeezing me like that princess,” You’re thrusting wildly, applying more pressure on her clit as you rub. 

Her orgasm catches both of you off guard, her eyes widening as she screams, her walls forcing you out before a sudden gush of liquid sprays your cock. You react fast, forcing your way through your walls as the hot, tight feeling has you hitting your peak again. 

You’re greedy though so once you start to release, you pull out, quickly jerking your shaft as ropes of cum shoot out. You aim for her quivering pussy, before painting her stomach. White droplets spraying over her skin has you easing your cock back inside for a moment. Her walls milk whatever’s left before you collapse next to her. 

You’re trying to catch your breath that you don’t even feel her move, but your cock’s suddenly enveloped by something warm and wet that your head snaps back. Your hand easily threads through her hair, guiding her gently as she licks around and over your cock. 

“Princess,” You pant, the stimulation being too much even for you. “What’re you doing?” 

“Cleaning up the mess on daddy’s cock,” Jennie answers simply, tongue lapping your tip. 

Once Jennie’s satisfied, she pecks the top of your cock, humming to herself before kissing your stomach. She crawls above you, swinging a leg over your body before resting her head in the crook of your neck. 

“I’m still horny,” Jennie whines, kissing underneath your jaw. 

“Jennie,” You sigh, bone dead as your thumb gently rubs her inner thigh. 

“This is your fault, you know,” Jennie says out of the blue. 

“What did I do?” 

“If you didn’t know how to fuck me, I wouldn’t be in this position,” Jennie mumbles shyly. 

“Well, I’m sorry?” You offer, even though you’re not. 

“Whatever,” Jennie huffs as your eyes close. “I’m still not going out with you.”

“I haven’t even asked yet.” 

“You’re going to, and my answer will be no,” Jennie states matter-of-factly. 

You roll your eyes, chuckling, “I’m sure it will be, but I could probably get a yes sooner if I withhold sex—ow!” 

Jennie pinches you. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

“You’re so demanding.” 

“Yeah, well,” Jennie pushes herself up, face in front of yours, “You’ll have no choice but to deal with it.”

Deal. 

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(kinda left it at where there could be a prequel and/or sequel, but meh, we'll see.

serious thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed my previous stories. i'll see ya in the next one, whenever that may be.)

[atarathegreat]

No Nut November Tokyo Revengers

Ft: Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Haruki Hayashida

Mikey is the only one that wins. It was stupid but you were having fun teasing Mikey. It was too easy when he refused to give in and just bury his cock as deep as he can. Walking around the house naked, showering with him, sleeping in nothing but your little underwear. Even if he was taking part in the silly little challenge (because he can't stand to let anyone beat him at anything, least of all Baji), you weren't. It was torturous to hear your sweet little sounds with his hand knuckle deep in your heat. His eyes were on the clock, his ears trained to hear only you. The absolute second that the clock hit 12:00am, he pulled his hand free and kissed your thigh. "Mikey!" You whined, having been so, so close to that edge you wanted. "It's December, babydoll." He crawled up, expertly slipping from his shorts and kicking them off the bed, "Tell me I can. Say it. Say the words." A little head nod and whine was the least he would accept, but he would accept it. In seconds Mikey was bottomed out, a whimper getting clipped as he bit his lips together. "Never again. I'm never going without this again." Mikey planted his hands on either side of your head, "Wrap around me, babydoll, I'm going as deep as your pretty pussy will let me."

He's failed. Day three and he knows he failed because Draken can't help but fill you with his seed. Fucking you with anything but his dick, for him, is an insult to you. But the second he's balls deep, he knows he won't be able to stop before he cums. Seeing you fucked out, dripping with the mess he can leave as deep as he wants, that was his reward for the fun. "Kenny! Kenny, your-" "Fuck it." Draken hissed as he dug his fingers into your hips, "Keep fuckin' bouncin', precious. Make a fuckin' mess."

Baji has to admit it to Mikey. He couldn't make it the whole month. Halfway through you were feeling empty, and Baji refused to budge. Until you got shirtless and sat in his lap with that sweet pout. "Don't do that, baby, you know I hate when you're upset." Baji mumbled, pushing your hair out of your eyes. "Then stop telling me no over some dumb game!" The sound of you whining at him was one he only liked when you were begging him to stop using you. "Don't whine." He pulled your hair back, nipping at your neck, "You know what it does." More whining, more pouting, more tantrums. Again and again and again. Until he was pressing more of those special little sounds out of your mouth as you tried to be quiet. "Oh, now we wanna hush?" Baji gripped your chin, "Let the upstairs neighbors hear ya', baby."

Unlike his friends, Mitsuya isn't too invested in the whole charade. If you two don't have sex, so be it. If you do, amazing. Either way, he'll be happy. But when you came into his home office and sat down angrily on the little couch, he couldn't help but inquire. "This whole stupid month and your stupid friends!" You huffed. Mitsuya can't help but laugh at the pissy way you spoke. You knew you could have him whenever you wanted, within reason, of course. "C'mere, darling." Mitsuya tucked the fabric on his table into the drawer, patting the desktop with a hefty hand, "Sit." He loves the way you do what he says so quickly. It takes one hand, one move, to pull his belt from its place around his waist, "Hands out, darling. Girls who throw fits don't get to touch."

Kazutora didn't even make it a few hours. The morning sun woke up and he couldn't ignore the pain in his groin. He rolled over and reached down to pull your waist closer to him and tuck your panties to the side. "Pretty girl, pretty girl." He groaned as he fit his cock between your legs and easily rocked into you, "Fuck yes, my pretty girl. Speak to me." He'd already failed, so why not spend the day with you in bed?

Haruki "There was a challenge?" Hayashida. He doesn't give a fuck. Doesn't even attempt to keep his cock in his pants. Caveman brain to the max, I'm talking: Food, water, fight, fuck. Nothing else. Pah has you on the couch, in the recliner, over the counter, anywhere that he can get you naked. The way you touch his scars as he fucks you through another orgasm, teary eyes and kisses as you hold him, "So handsome, Pah. So, so handsome." The way this man would kill for your compliments is FOUL. But he'll settle for bullying his cock deeper in your stomach.

[jordyn14]

I’m all yours | Joe Burrow

Summary: There’s always that one girl you can’t stand, but when they drool all over your boyfriend, it’s impossible to stand by and watch.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x first person fem eader

Words: 2281

Notes: this fic contains smut, 18+ only please // I know this is shorter, but I wanted to get something out. I hope you enjoy!!

“He did so well in the last game though. You did absolutely incredible. It’s a bummer that this season is over.” Britany, a players sister said from the left side of Joe, basically throwing herself onto him for the 100th time tonight. Today, Britany was hosting a little party for all of the players and their close families to celebrate the season. The whole night, Britany was throwing compliment after compliment in Joe’s direction, completely disrespecting the fact that I was his girlfriend of almost 5 years and sitting right across from Joe so I could see it all. Of course the seating arrangement had him sitting right next to her since it was her house.

Ever since the first day she met a joe at training camp last year, she's taken an interest in him, and I mean, who wouldn't? Joe was amazing in almost every aspect of his being. Not only was he stunningly beautiful with his huge muscles, tall frame, amazing hair, and amazing blue eyes, but he was brilliant, talented, kind, charismatic, nerdy, upon many more things. But at the end of the day, the only person that was truly allowed to drool over him was me, not his teammates sister who obviously would be down to fuck him right in front of the whole dinner party. What aggravated me even more was the fact that Joe wasn't saying anything. He didn't ask her to stop or move his arm away from her when she clung to his arm while having another one of her laughing fits at something he said that nobody else found that funny.

All I could do was eat my food, mingle with the rest of the people at the party, and look like I am having an amazing night, all while watching Britany basically fuck my boyfriend right in front of me. I've never been the jealous type. I have always been cool, calm, and collected around every single one of Joes teammates girlfriends or sisters and respected them, but that's because not a single one of them acted the way she has around him. Plus, I have had to watch her do this for months and months while the season was going on since she had a family pass, and I'm so fucking glad that after today, we will be done with her since her brother got traded. At every single team event that allows family, Brittany is always practically stuck to his side. Although the annoyance in Joe’s face and actions towards her are very evident whenever he's near her, it still doesn't mean I want her anywhere near him.

"And I am just so happy that you kept the facial hair, it really looks great on you." Britany said. Joe thanked her awkwardly and took the compliment, but then his gaze shifted to mine, knowing I was pissed off. I could feel that the entire dinner party was a little weirded out at her comment since they all know I am Joes girlfriend. “It was actually my idea. I'm glad you agree with me. I just think it makes him look...so much more desirable, y'know?" I said with a fake smile and laugh when Britany nodded and laughed. After I said this, her smile quickly faded, speechless after I said Joe was desirable. I picked up my fork and stabbed a piece of steak off of my plate and then brought it up to my mouth. While I slowly put the steak in my mouth, I looked at Joe who was shooting bullets at me. Once the steak was in my mouth, I dropped my fork to the plate and glared at Joe too, daring him to look away first and towards Brittany who was obviously changing the subject.

Swallowing the piece of steak in my mouth, My jaw clenched repeatedly over and over again, annoyed by the way he was just letting Brittany drool over him. "Joe, although my brother is leaving for Houston, I would love to hang out sometimes. You can bring your girlfriend too, if you want." Brittany said and then looked at Joe with a wild smile. "Bitch." I said under my breath so nobody could hear it. While still making eye contact with Joe, I took the napkin off of my lap and onto the table next to my plate and stood up. "Excuse me, I'll be right back." I said with a fake smile and stormed off into the bathroom where I could be alone and not see the two of them. For all I know, as soon as I closed the door, Joe bent Britany over the table and started fucking her.

The sight of the two of them angered me so much that I didn't even know what to do with myself. My blood was boiling and all I wanted to do was go home with Joe. Instead, I'm in Britany's bathroom-where she's probably fingered herself to the thought of Joe-pacing back and forth, deciding when or even if I should return back to the dining room where everyone else is. All I could think about was the image of Joe bending Britany over the table and doing exactly what he does to me. I imagined him pleasuring her as much as he pleasures me...when pure ecstasy and adrenaline is pumping through both of our veins. This thought only made me even angrier and made me contemplate whether I should just tell everyone I was sick and that I would call a cab to take me back home.

With my back turned towards the door, I heard the door swing open. Shit, I forgot to lock it. I turned around quickly and basically yelled out an apology, feeling bad that I let someone walk in on me, even if I was just standing there. But, as soon as I turned around, I locked eyes with the one and only Joe burrow. With a roll of my eyes, I let out an annoying sigh that sounded more like a growl and crossed my arms over my chest. "What are you doing in here?" He asked me. I scoffed as he shut and locked the door behind him and put his hands on his hips. "Shouldn't you be out there helping Brittany with her orgasm right now? I mean she was basically cumming right on the chair just by hearing you talk." I said, probably being a little too dramatic, but he still deserved it nonetheless. Joe shook his head and then scoffed.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Joe asked me. My fists were clenched as I turned towards the mirror instead of him and started to fix my hair, trying to ignore him. So many thoughts ran through my head and I couldn't stay quiet. I quickly turned back to him and walked a step closer to him. "Are you seriously going to stand there and deny the fact that Britany practically drools all over you when she sees you! It's like she doesn't even acknowledge me." I raised my voice and glared at him, not worried about anyone hearing since it was loud enough out there. "Is someone jealous?" Joe asked with a smirk. How was he going to stand in front of me and deny the fact that she was drooling over him? Hell, she's been drooling over him since the first day they met at training camp. The second she saw those bright blue eyes, tall frame, and big muscles, he became like a drug to her.

"What- no, I am not jealous. I'm fucking annoyed. Annoyed at Brittany and the fact that you Don't seem to notice it." I said. He sucked his teeth, making multiple "tsk" sounds and then began walking towards me. Breaking eye contact, I faced the mirror and walked towards it, putting my hands on the edges of the sink. Joe came up behind me with his huge frame and I finally made eye contact with him. Fuck. He was hot. "You don't think I haven't noticed? I see the way she drools over me and ignores your presence." Henry said. We both held each other's gaze in the mirror. "Then why don't you do anything?" I asked. Joe took a step closer to me and said, "Because, 1, as a professional athlete, I'm going to be around people I don't like but have to be around, and 2, you're the only woman in this world I care about. I am yours and nothing can change that." He said.

All of a sudden, he came up close to me that I could feel his huge boner pressing up against my backside. I sucked in a breath but maintained eye contact with Joe who towered over me. "Who do I belong to?" He asked me and began to drag his fingers up my arm and to my shoulder where he moved my hair out of the way. "Me." I said quietly. Joe smiled slightly but then began to kiss my neck, not breaking eye contact. A soft sigh fell from my lips. His lips detached from my neck, leaving me longing for his touch again. A pool formed in my panties and my core ached, wanting- needing- Joe inside of my right now. "What was that?" He asked again, wanting me to say it louder. "You are mine." I said.

As soon as I said this, Joe grinded up against my ass. I practically moaned at the feeling, needing him inside me right now, the desire for him proving to be too much in this moment. "What do you want? Do you want to go back to the party? Or do you want me to fuck you in Brittany's bathroom?" He asked from behind me. As we held each other's gaze, his eyes were clouded with lust and it only turned me on even more. "Fuck me in Brittany's bathroom." I wined out to him. In a matter of seconds, Joe removed his hands from my body and started to work on undoing his belt from his pants. Luckily, I was wearing a skirt, so I just pulled down my panties. When he was done, he got closer to me and I could feel him line himself up with me. "Don't be too loud, now, alright?" Joe asked me. I nodded quickly.

The tip of his dick hit my clit and then slid down to my aching core where he began to slide it up and down my slit. "Please, Joe." I begged. In a matter of seconds, and with a smirk on his face, he thrusted himself into me, not giving me any time to acclimate to his length and girth. A pornographic moan slipped from my lips. No matter how many times we have sex, I still never get used to the size of him. My body tensed up quickly as my walls closed around his dick, making it hard for him to push himself into me. "Calm down, just let me in. Take a deep breath for me." Joe said. I nodded and then quickly took a deep breath. When I finally let him inside of me, he started to pick up the pace, snapping his hips against mine quickly. While Joe began to fuck me, he bent me over the sink and grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. "Look at me." He grunted as he thrusted into me, his hips hitting mine at a fast pace.

Joe was filling me up and stretching me out so much to the point where it felt impossible to look up at him. But, the pain that filled my body was slowly getting replaced by pleasure, making moan after moan slip out of my parted lips. The grip on my hair got tighter and he lifted my head up even higher. When most of the pain was replaced, I brought my eyes up until we made eye contact. Knowing Joe was watching me and only me while he fucked me and not worried about Brittany only made me want to get fucked harder by him. Joe was mine and not Brittany's. "There's my good girl." He said. He loved to see the way my fucked our face looked. With every snap of his hips, he pulled my hips closer to his so he could plunge into me harder and deeper each time.

"D-don't stop. Fuck." I moaned out as he thrusted into me. Without warning, his other hand was brought down and started rubbing slow and gentle circles into my clit, helping me reach my orgasm faster. Knowing how loud I get when I reach my high, he put his hand over my mouth tightly. With how hard he thrusted into me and the way he rubbed my clit just right, I let go of the knot that was in my stomach, getting pushed over the edge from the pleasure, and my orgasm washed over me in waves. "Joe!" My loud moan was muffled by Joes big hand that was placed tightly over my mouth. My whole body began to shake and my legs folded, but was held up by his strong arms. My eyes were sealed shut and I felt a twitch inside of me, followed by a warm liquid that overflowed and began to drip down my legs.

My legs shook and once I felt Joe pull out of me, I opened my eyes slowly and met his gaze. "Oh wow." I said, breathlessly. Joe’s chest rose and fell quickly, out of breath too while he said, “I’m all yours.”

[dilfl0v3rss]

restriction

“why you keep playin’ wit me ma?” your hands were held behind your back as ony pounded into you. ass clapping onto his stomach each time he pulled back from penetrating your g spot. you believed you absolutely did NOT deserve this treatment and no matter how much you wanted to scream out to him, you will not be giving your boyfriend the satisfaction of seeing you break. as you continued to defy him, you thought about what got you here in the first place…

papa🫶🏽

‘you got two minutes to get in this car or im da leaving you home’

you roll your eyes at onyankopon’s impatience. how he gon offer to take you to the mall then complain about how long you were taking to get ready? if you knew this was how he was going to act you would’ve declined without hesitation. you were just finishing putting lotion on your body after leaving the shower when you got the text so you decided to just threw on a sundress, cropped jean jacket, and slides so you don’t get left. you had recently gotten a silk press so it made the most sense to just quickly throw your hair up in a ponytail before jetting out of the house.

ony admired you from the drivers seat, licking his lips while staring you up and down. he looked like he wanted to eat you. truth is, he loved seeing you without makeup. the lipgloss and lashes combo always making him so weak, but rest assured he still felt you looked beautiful either way regardless if you had a full face or not. the attitude that was bubbling in you was quickly diminished when you were greeted with his large hand on your neck and a slow kiss on the lips. “ooouuu you look so good mama” ony said as he started playing with your ponytail. he loved how natural you looked. your beautiful skin and hair was making him want to drop all of his plans a take you right now in the driveway. “thank you boo now let’s gooooo” you smiled as ony pulled out and started his journey to the mall.

right when you walked into your first store you realized that you were in such a rush because of ony that you forgot to put on some panties. fear instantly rushed through you as you skimmed through the clothes on the rack, looking behind you to see your boyfriend scrolling through his phone. “you need any help with anything?” you whip your head around to the employee who snatched you from your thought. she was offering her assistance on a dress you were eyeing.

as you spoke to her about sizes you can almost sence your boyfriends stare. being the protective man that he was, ony walked up behind you to listen to what was going on. “yea they’ll both fit but i think this one would fit a little tighter and will help really show off your figure.” the employee said as she pointed to the smaller black dress in your left hand. she insisted that you try them both on anyways to see your yourself.

the fear that was instilled in you was forgotten as you mindlessly walked towards the fitting rooms. your slides clapping onto the floor as you moved. your man loved the way you walked, but he absolutely hated when you dragged your feet like this. the clapping sound so loud in the store making him lift his head from his phone to complain. that was until he realized that something was off about your dress.

your ass always moved when you walked and since you wore thongs often it could be easy to assume that you weren’t wearing underwear when you actually were. but that assumption is always easily debunked when your boyfriend could grab your waist and feel your panties sitting nicely on your hips, so instead of jumping to conclusions he decided that he’d try that first.

“gimme a kiss ‘fore you go in there” ony says with a fake smile as you hang the dresses up on the hook connected to the door. you absentmindedly turn around to give your boyfriend a kiss, mistaking his uncertainty for his regular clingy attitude. as he massaged your hips ony instantly got the answer he was dreading. you had no fucking panties on. it was never really an issue when panties were discarded with other clothes like pajama pants or some baggy sweatpants, but when it came to dresses he always preferred you to wear them. especially since you gave him shit for free balling with sweats so he felt that the least you could do was keep the same energy.

you turned back around to walk into the dressing room when your movements are halted by ony’s hand around your wrist. “you got panties on?” your eyes slightly widened as your memory returned to you. scared shitless that if ony was even the slightest bit suspicious with your answer he’d embarrass you. “mhm” before you can say anything else, you are lightly pushing into the small room, your boyfriend towering over you as he stood in front of the now closed door. “aight lemme see then.” you were done for…

and now you’re here. getting your guts rearranged from behind as your angry boyfriend held your wrists in his hand. “why you keep playin’ wit me ma?” you couldn’t even reply with how deep into you he was hitting. all excuses that were attempted quickly shot down with even harder thrusts. “and don’t blame me again cause puttin’ panties on only take like two seconds” it’s not like you purposely ignored putting on your underwear. you really were in such a hurry that they were forgotten, but ony wasn’t hearing none of that as he picked up his pace, feeding you all eight inches of his dick.

“da-daddyyyy im finna cu-ummm” he didn’t let up one bit as he kept on punishing your pussy. slapping you on the ass with his free hand before sliding it up your back. he gripped the back of your neck. “hold. that. shit.” each word was matched with a hard thrust as your arch deepened. you did as you were told, holding in that release while your pussy clenched around ony’s dick. you were so tight that it was getting harder for him to move around and that irritated him. he competed with your defiance with hard thrusts. “open that shit up ‘fore i really get mad”

“but i c-cant t-take it daddyyy” you whined as you tried to slowly crawl away from him. doing your best to take some of his inches out without the help of your arms. ony immediately caught on and put your other wrist in his free hand. yanking you upward as he thrusted into you so hard you screamed. he pounded into you at a quick pace, head slightly turning to see your tears drip from your face to the sheets. “you gon’ take all dis dick. i don’t give a damn if you pass out. you done when daddy say you done.” you were being absolutely destroyed right now.

your release was getting harder and harder to subdue at this new angle, but you knew if you didn’t hold it now you’d get done much worse later. this was easier said than done though since ony was deciding to whisper dirty words in your ear, hoping you’d defy him again so he can fix you. “shit so wet baby i’m starting to think you actually like pissing me off just so you can get fucked like a slut.” you grew wetter at your boyfriends words, trying your hardest to calm the tight coil in your stomach. ony knew you felt like you didn’t deserve this and he kinda agrees. he wasn’t even really mad that you weren’t wearing panties he was just mad because when he asked you about it you decided i’d be better to lie than come clean. then when you were caught you couldn’t even take responsibility and immediately pushed the blame to him.

“papa please i can’t take itttt” you whine, pulling ony out of his thoughts. he abruptly released your arms, letting you fall to the bed and fix your positioning. during this he kept stroking you roughly. if you weren’t going to say sorry on your own he was just going make you say sorry. ony licked up your back, not stopping until he reached behind your ear. he put both of his hands on the bed near each side of your head, leaning down so he can whisper dirty promises to you. you were ready to burst when you felt his wet tongue dance up your skin. ony knew it would make you weak, deciding to continue by licking and sucking on the back and sides of your neck.

“you like that? yea you do mama, i can feel you squeezin’ me” he was breaking you down. the strong defiance you once had was getting fucked right out of you and there was nothing you can do to stop it. well nothing you can do but apologize. “tell daddy you sorry mama. y’know ion play that shit” his deep voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued to stroke you to perfection. your walls fluttered around his thick dick as you felt your release begin to approach. “please pa it’s too much….m’gonna cummm” you ignored what he said, hoping he’d just let you cum. your whines fell on deaf ears as ony kept pounding into you, his plump brown lips kissing and licking all over your shoulder and neck as he waited for you to say what he wanted to hear.

your release was on the tip of your tongue now, the veins on his dick rubbing you perfectly as you began to try to fuck yourself back on him. every time you did this ony knew you were on the brink of a hard orgasm, the slick from your pussy only increasing as your g spot only needed a few more touches for you to reach heaven. a small smirk grew on your man’s face as he began stroking you so hard you saw stars. you were really being a brat today which he didn’t have the time for. if you really weren’t going to say sorry this way then he was going to use an even better punishment for you. your mouth opening in a silent scream as you gripped the sheets as tight as you can. the feeling of your sensitive clit rubbing the sheets as well as your entrance being fed deep strokes made your pretty brown eyes roll. your release was right there, on the tip of your tongue and all you needed was a little more to reach your end, but then it was gone…

ony stilled right inside of you, his heavy breathing chest making the both of your bodies move as you felt him shoot his thick ropes of cum into you “fuckkk mama….so tight” he groaned, rubbing his orgasm in your face before giving you a few more strokes and pulling out. a loud whine flew from your throat as you quickly reached behind you for his arm, trying and failing to get him to enter back inside of you. “daddy waittt m’so close” ony did nothing but laugh, getting off the bed before going towards the bathroom to run himself a shower.

“if you can’t apologize then i can’t fuck you. ima give you two weeks to get it together before i fuck you again”

[elllisaaa]

Hey, how are you? First of all, I just want to say that I'm absolutely in love with your writing 🥹 you make it so fluid and fun to read 🖤

I'd like to ask a scenario/reaction for seventeen (ot13 individually, if possible) in which they have have a crush on reader, and then the reader gets cold and some other member offers them their hoodie, and they get kinda jealous and then might come up with some excuse for the reader to use their hoodie instead or something else of the sort. You can decide what each of them will do on your own, I wanna read it hehe

But just making it obvious they have a crush, even if they think they are not

Thank youuu, hope you have fun 🖤🖤

hiii lovely !! i'm doing good and i hope you are great too ! and thank you so much for these compliments, i'm glad to hear that you like my writing !! this was so fun and adorable to write even if it took me a looot of time but i hope you'll still like it ! thank you for sending in an ask !

seventeen getting jealous of you wearing another member's hoodie

-> pairing : svt × gn!reader

-> words count : 1.6k words

-> genre : fluff

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> masterlist | svt masterlist

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

He truly loves Jeonghan, he really does. But to see him smirk at him while giving you one of his hoodies was not on his bingo card of their friendship. He knew how teasing Jeonghan could get, but to do that when he perfectly knew the fat crush Seungcheol had on you felt wrong. He would get a little pouty, crossing his arms and shooting deadly glares at his friend. Right before you all had to leave for the bar, he told you that the color of Jeonghan’s hoodie was absolutely not fitting with the rest of your outfit and handed you one of his in a color that was going so much better with your other clothes. Cheol is very proud of the annoyed look on his friend’s face, and the sweet smile you give him as thank you.

YOON JEONGHAN

When he gets back from the store and sees you all comfy in Joshua’s hoodie, he’s not having it. He plays it off, asking you who this belongs to since it’s clearly not your usual style. And you give him exactly the answer he was waiting for. Jeonghan gives the piece of clothing a judging look but says nothing and just leaves for a few minutes. When he comes back, he throws another hoodie at you, one of his. And when you ask what was the problem with the one you had on, he argues that it doesn’t fit your aesthetic. You are a little confused but still put on Jeonghan's hoodie. He will spend the rest of the day watching over you with a little smirk on his face, proud of seeing you wear his clothes. 

HONG JOSHUA

I feel like Joshua is not so much a jealous guy but more of a possessive person. So he does not feel very jealous at seeing you wearing Jun’s hoodie, but he wants to make it clear that you’re his crush and not anyone else’s. He’s not even trying to hide it, it’s comical at this point. Joshua is straight up telling you that he would like it better if you wore his hoodie instead. He loves how you get a little shy by his bold demand but still agree, immediately taking off Jun’s hoodie and putting on the one Joshua is handing you. He will be so touchy the whole day, making it even more obvious that he wants you to be his. 

MOON JUNHUI

He’s so fucking smooth about it. Jun doesn’t want to see you wearing Soonyoung’s hoodie, even if he’s your best friend, but he doesn’t wanna make it too obvious either. He wants to confess properly, not giving it away because he’s jealous. So he will tell you that the hoodie your friend gave you had a stain on it, and that you couldn’t wear it for when you will all go out after lunch. Jun so kindly offered one of his instead, discarding the other boy's clothes and giving you one of his hoodies.  He feels a little bad for Soonyoung for one second, and then you flash him your prettiest smile and he doesn’t even know what guilt is anymore. 

KWON SOONYOUNG

On the contrary, Soonyoung is so fucking obvious, it’s painful for everyone else watching. As soon as he saw you walking around in Wonwoo’s hoodie, he got pouty, refusing to talk to you. His argument ? It’s a betrayal to your friendship, regarding the fact that he’s your best friend and that Wonwoo is not. He’s such a baby about it, it’s cute. And Soonyong will keep crying about it until you finally give in and accept to take one of his sweaters instead. Except that he completely forgot to do his laundry and there is no more clean hoodie for you. It’s pretty comical to see his face fall and his pout return. 

JEON WONWOO

As I’ve already stated, Wonwoo is not a jealous person, especially over his crush that is not even his partner yet. So he will not try to absolutely get you to not wear Jihoon’s hoodie or come up with an excuse like the others, even if he would’ve preferred if you wore his, just so it could smell like you once you give it back. Next time though, he’ll be prepared, either with a spare hoodie, or by wearing an outfit that allows him to give you his hoodie without getting too cold. And to think that Wonwoo does this just for you makes you feel all giddy inside, and when you make sure to acknowledge and appreciate his efforts, it’s his turn to get a little shy and bashful (he’s so cute i’m dying). 

LEE JIHOON

I swear he’s stopping it before it even happens. He told you before going to take a spare hoodie or jacket with you because even if the weather was good, it would start to get colder soon. But as usual, you didn’t listen to him because it would’ve ruined your cute little outfit. Jihoon knew that you would end up complaining because you were cold, and that’s why he put on a hoodie himself - just so he could give it to you. But he wasn’t ready for how fast Seokmin offered to take his off and give it to you. But Jihoon is quicker and he is handing you his sweater before you even had the time to respond to his friend. We love a careful king like him.

LEE SEOKMIN

Another who’s a baby about it and so not subtle about it. He sees you laughing about how big Mingyu’s hoodie looks on you. And even though you’re not wrong, Seokmin knows that his sweaters would look big on you too, and that they would even suit you more because the colors he has match your style better than his friend’s. You can see how unhappy he is about the whole thing, and you take this opportunity to tease him a little. Seokmin would not even try to hide it, arguing that if you wanted to wear an oversized hoodie, you could’ve asked for his instead. He will only stop pouting when you agree to wear one of his. 

KIM MINGYU

This big bay is sulking, like you had just back-stabbed him. And it’s only because you’re always barging about how big and oversized hoodies are the best ones, and here you are, wearing one of Minghao’s when you could’ve asked Mingyu and it would have been even bigger. He’s not telling you anything though, even if it’s kinda obvious that he’s upset over something. The next time you’re asking Mingyu about his opinion on your outfit, he doesn’t remind you to bring a jacket with you only so he could hand you his sweater and watch you drown into the fabric. Bonus point if you give it back without washing it and it still has your perfume and scent on it. 

XU MINGHAO

Minghao would not say anything about the fact that you were currently wearing Seungkwan hoodie’s, but he would still give his member a kind of side eye when he comments on how well the piece of clothing suits you. During dinner, he will unfortunately drop some food on the sweater. Oh no ! But don’t worry, he will give you one of his instead so you can stay warm. Minghao will ignore all night how Seungkwan is sulking and will simply smile at you when you say that his hoodie is very soft. It’s just feeling very right to see you walking around in his clothes, and he definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you wear them more.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

He’s not having it, like at all. Especially since he’s very obvious about his crush on you around his members, and that they all know how much he loves you, he doesn’t like the fact that you’re wearing Hansol’s clothes. Seungkwan is not even really jealous, he’s only mad at his friend for doing this even though he knows everything. He’s giving deadly glares to Hansol all day, as if he really wanted to kill him for handing you his hoodie. He knows that he’s only doing this to tease him, but still. When you ask Seungkwan what’s wrong, he’s only telling you that he’s in a bad mood. But from now on, he will jump in before anyone else if you ever need a hoodie. 

CHWE HANSOL

Nobody knows about Hansol’s crush on you, because it is no one else’s business. So he can’t be upset at Chan for giving you his hoodie because you were cold, he just wished he was quicker and gave you his. And it even feels strange that you accepted his friend’s clothing, because Hansol had told you countless times that you could borrow anything from his room, even when he was not there. Later on, he will ask you why you were wearing Chan’s hoodie, thinking that his approach was casual (even when it’s really not). When you explained that you just didn’t want to make him feel bad when he offered, Hansol simply nodded. But his cheeks quickly turned red when you admitted prefering to wear his sweater. 

LEE CHAN

Chan really tries hard to not show his crush on you, but the way he looks at you is not as subtle as he thinks and everyone has understood what was going on, even you. Hence why you’re wearing one of Seungcheol hoodie’s right now. Yes, Chan is kinda obvious, but you still want to be 100% sure that he won’t reject you. And what better than jealousy ? Plus, he’s always making a point of giving you his clothes when you’re cold, so he doesn’t understand why you didn’t ask him this time. He’s pouting and sulking for sure, even complaining to his hyung about how he’s trying to steal his crush. Honestly, he’s just very cute and he’s being a baby. The only way to get him to smile again is by agreeing to take his hoodie instead. 

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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — POV: you’re dating the giant, brutish himbo nobody can stand. || OR aoi todo brainrot.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. SMUT: size kink, rough sex, penetrative sex, spanking, oral (F receiving). mentions of canonical violence

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

I NEED to start this off by stating that Aoi is a libra man.

Libra men are incredibly hard to impress, which is clear in the way that he presents his notorious “what’s your type?” question and beats the literal shit out of anyone with an unsatisfactory answer.

It’s not that he immediately hates that your type doesn’t align with his, it’s that if you cannot state with conviction what you love—what it is that you’re attracted to—he finds that you have a weak judge of character and is immediately unimpressed.

But when you DO impress him……honey.

Absolutely OBSSESSED with you.

Worships you, adores you to no end.

You could do no wrong in his eyes.

You could deadass kill someone and he'd be like:

Crying "That's my girl right there, mhm."

Always staring at you with lovesick eyes.

At any given moment you just have a giant man following you like a puppy, staring at you like you hung the moon and stars.

He's always cooing at you, complimenting your...well, everything really. He has no qualms about listing literally everything he adores about you.

His obsession with Takada, a woman he never met? Yea, that’s how he’s going to be with you but on CRACK because holy shit! You’re actually his! Not some fantasy, your relationship and love are tangible.

Libra men are picky with their partners, but when they do choose you, their hopeless romantic side is yours and yours alone—Aoi is no exception to this.

His Instagram page turns from pictures of him working out and at Takada events to just…you.

Selfies you send him upon request because he wants to see your pretty little face every second of the day, candid photos he takes of you, pictures of the two of you together, you name it.

Mai had opted to refer to his Instagram page as a fan page for you.

Aoi doesn’t even deny it.

“Of course my page is her fan page, LOOK AT HER!”

 Just so intense with the way he loves you and adores you and not in a way that’s concerning because he’s just a naturally intense guy.

It’s a no brainer that the way he loves you is reflective of that.

Gym dates are definitely a thing.

Aoi puts a lot of effort into his appearance and finds genuine joy in working out, so why not combine something that brings him joy with someone who brings him joy!

“BABE! GYM DAY! We gotta take care of that gorgeous ass of yours!”

Will not take no for an answer. He’ll pick you up, throw you over his shoulders, and get you both to the gym that way.

If you’re a fitness/gym newbie, he’s so, so patient and encouraging with you it almost makes you cry.

He appreciates you deeply for coming to the gym with him just so he can be around you.

He also doesn’t mind seeing you in activewear and cute matching sets because he thinks you look sexy as fuck in them.

Expect quickies in the car after leaving the gym. He won’t even be able to wait until you both get home.

He’s still pumped up from his workout and following with testosterone, so these quickies are usually rough and consist of him yanking your leggings down, pulling your panties to the side, and bouncing you up and down on his lap like a fucking doll.

Because no matter what size you are, you’re lightwork for the great Aoi Todo.

“Fuck baby,” He grunts, his fingers gripping your thighs tightly. The car rocks back and forth from the sheer force of his movements. He pulls you off his cock and lands a firm spank on your rear. “Get your ass in that backseat.”

He’s definitely a giver in all aspects of your relationship. He prides himself on being able to cater to you.

Hungry? He’ll find out exactly what you’re craving and order it or cook it himself.

Tired? You have a big burly man to use as a giant teddy bear.

Sad? Stressed? Having a bad day? He’s there for you to listen, rant with you, cry to, baby you, and offer you advice which contrary to popular belief he’s quite good at.

Beneath is himbo-y, brutish, meathead exterior Aoi is actually very intelligent and insightful.

It’s one of the reasons why you love him so much. There’s so much more to him than meets the eye.

He’ll still beat the shit out of anyone who even looks at you wrong though.

When it comes to sex, you always come first—literally and figuratively.

He’ll have you coming around 3 times before even fucking you. He just wants to be able to indulge you, but selfishly a part of him gets off of making you feel good and being the only one to do so.

When he’s eating you out, you have to practically shove him away between your legs.

He basically turns into a shark when it gets its first whiff of blood in the ocean when it comes to your pussy—frenzied, greedy, and primal.

“Baby,” You whimper as his tongue continues to flick your clit. You’ve already came twice on his mouth, but he’s not slowing down whatsoever. He chuckles deeply as he feels your thighs tremble in his hands.

“You’re so cute.” Aoi coos condescendingly, sucking your pearl in between his lips. “All shaky and whiney for me.”

You cry out loudly when his tongue flicks your clit once more, instinctively jerking away from him. His dark, predacious eyes snap up, staring up at you.

“Don’t try and take my pussy away from me.” He warns, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. “That’s my pussy.”

All in all, you are absolutely taken care of in that relationship.

For someone whose biggest fear is boredom, Aoi is surprised to learn that he actually cherishes the more quiet, domestic moments he experiences with you.

Grocery shopping for dinner, cooking together, bandaging each other up after exorcising curses, napping together—he’ll take all of those things over whatever cheap thrills he once longed for any day.

The life of a sorcerer was dangerous.

Sure, he was unwaveringly confident in his strength and abilities, but the truth of the matter was that his life was always on the line.

It’s a heavy fate to have constantly looming over you, but in a swarm of darkness…is you. You.

You’re his home, his person, his solstice, his fucking girl.

You’re everything.  

© all rights reserved to honeystevie — do not translate, repost, or plagiarize.

[rae-writes]

don’t mind me~ [role reversal]

om brothers x poly!reader

wc : 3.k

warnings : nsfw

synopsis : why should they keep their hands to themselves if you’re dating all 7 of them?

a/n : role reversal you say? why don’t mind if I do-

first ver.  

Just the feel of his presence behind you is enough to make you falter in the conversation, pact tingling faintly at the acknowledgement of his pride. Lucifer’s fingers curl around your wrist in greeting, thumbing at your sped-up pulse, while his lips place slow, open mouthed kisses against your shoulder. The sensation is sensual- sinful - as he moves to your other shoulder, and the goosebumps that follow almost make him purr. By now, you’re fumbling and stuttering, trembling hands clenched as you try desperately not to feed into Lucifer’s ego, but when you feel the lightest brush of his teeth over your skin, your eyes tear away from whoever you were talking to- conversation be damned. What was supposed to be a stern look turns almost pleading when it meets his sly one, and at the sight of his smirk peeking over your shoulder, you swear you’d do anything he wanted.

Mammon was trying to fucking talk, thank you very much- He is so upset at his brother for ruining ‘his mc time’ and if he didn’t get so mad at the sight in front of him, he would’ve thrown a fit. Instead, he’ll just settle for stealing Luci’s credit card

Oh…sure, he wasn’t excited about the conversation or anything…!!! When his brain processes just how sensual the scene is and how just a few kisses have you making that face, Levi is fleeing with his heart pounding and his face blistering…oh what he wouldn’t give to be that bold

Satan’s glad he wasn’t holding anything or he would’ve broken it. How dare Lucifer interrupt your conversation? Stupid smug bastard…though on second thought, the fourth born thinks he’ll join in- he’s gotta make sure the front of you is loved too

Asmo is a giggling mess- he’s practically floating at seeing all your cute reactions. The way your body shivers at Lucifer’s touch, the pretty blush blossoming across your face, it’s all right up his alley. Ruined conversation forgotten, he could sit and watch this the entire day!

The sixth born doesn’t really complain- he was probably hungry anyway, so he’s content just letting Lucifer do what he wants; despite that, Beel stays rooted to his spot for a while, not being able to look away from your pretty reactions until your eyes meet his (making him blush at being caught)

Unlike Mammon, Belphie will throw a fit with no qualms about it. He doesn’t give a damn- he wants all your attention to be on him again! And while he does appreciate you trying to keep the conversation going, he doesn’t want your divided attention, he wants it all!

You don’t pay any attention to the feel of him kneading the flesh of your hips, which makes Mammon bristle in annoyance. Deft hands make their way up to your waist, prodding briefly at the ticklish spots, before finding purchase along your chest. His fingers brush over your nipples, nails scratching lightly at the base of your throat, and the chuckle he lets out when you shiver is absolutely dangerous. Still irritated that you’re continuing with the conversation, Mammon’s hands move back down- only this time they go past your hips. You trail off a bit, confused at what he’s doing, but when a sharp slap is delivered to one of your thighs, the words leave your mind in favor of focusing on his triumphant blue hues. He’ll proudly bare his teeth, smug about finally getting your attention; his hands, too, celebrate by grabbing your ass possessively— go on, Mc. Finish your conversation. What was it about again?

If he wasn’t so tired of Mammon’s bullshit, Lucifer would smack him upside the head, but alas. Even so, he’ll keep the conversation going as long as you’re able just so he can piss off his little brother (and maybe make you a bit more flustered) 

Levi actually hisses at Mammon, though it clearly does little to stop anything. Could be the avatar of irritation with how annoyed he looks, but not with you, Mc, of course not! He’ll just go sulk off till you’re done..that’s- that’s fine…

Good thing he’s behind you, or Satan’s tail would’ve knocked the shit outta- anyway, the fourth born doesn’t really appreciate being interrupted, so out of petty spite he’ll just stand there with a clenched jaw until Mammon is done

Oh my! Asmo certainly doesn’t mind this side of Mammon’s greed- just look at how cute your shocked expression is! He’ll get closer, trailing his fingers along your features teasingly; let’s see just what the party duo can do together, hm?

Beel’s more concerned about Mammon slapping your thigh over anything else, but once he sees you’re perfectly fine, he’ll relax again. He’s content with just picking the conversation up later but maybe a kiss before he leaves? Please? 

Ohoho, no. No, no, no— Belphie is not happy with this in the slightest. Those are his thighs you’re slapping Mammon, thank you very much. He has no problem slapping Mammon’s hand in retaliation and will growl in displeasure until your attention is back on him (or will fall asleep at your feet so you can’t go anywhere)

Despite his shy nature, Levi can’t help the envy that shoots through him, so you aren’t surprised when he begins to tug at your sleeve mid-conversation. He practically whines when you hold a finger up, desperately wanting your attention on him; surely you won’t mind if he just…With a gasp, you stare at Levi completely bewildered when he yanks you to him by the waist, feeling his arms slither around you and tighten. Even though he’s the one who initiated it, he’ll bury his face into your shoulder out of pure embarrassment and busy his mouth by placing soft bites everywhere. One of your legs gets trapped between his as he ruts against your thigh, keening loudly into the crook of your neck. Forgetting all about the other person present, Levi’ll start whimpering and begging, pleading you to pay attention to him. Y-you love him, r-right?! He n-needs you, p-please! And once your hands place themselves on his hips to help his movements, cooing in his ear about being a good boy, he cries out loudly, envy finally satisfied.

Lucifer blinks, not really expecting Levi to do something like that. A bit proud of his brother for being so bold, though that doesn’t excuse ruining his conversation…he’ll overlook it just this once, however

You know when cats meow angrily and it’s more funny than taken seriously? Yeah, that was Mammon. He was appalled that Levi would interrupt the two of you like this— absolutely betrayed when you began coddling his younger brother…maybe there’s some room left for him, too? 

Impressed at the boldness, Satan smirks and tilts his head, audibly teasing his older brother and laughing when you grin. He doesn’t mind the ended conversation as much as he thought he would- making fun of Levi like this is entertaining in itself 

Go, Levi! That’s what Asmo likes to see, his adorable big brother finally getting out of his shell! He’ll actually slot himself behind you, cheerfully adding fire to the flaming inferno that is Levi’s red face

He’s gonna be honest…Beel didn’t even realize at first. It was normal for his brother to have his head buried in your neck, but when he caught on to your small giggles, he blinked and began blushing. Wow, Levi, you’re really going for it, huh? Good for you

Internally throwing a fit and outwardly seething, because fuck that’s a really good idea. Belphie glares at Levi’s back for the longest time before he catches your knowing eye and stammers when you pat your other thigh- sure, he’ll join, if you’re offering (like you can’t see the sheer joy that crosses his features when you do)

As a hopeless romantic, it’s only natural for Satan to be a gentleman, so he’ll stand beside you quietly while you’re in conversation. An arm wraps itself around your shoulders lovingly— but it’s all an act. His tail is sneakily slipping past your bottoms, pushing into you without a moment’s hesitation. The concern on his face when you choke up your words is broadway performance perfection and the glare you send him does nothing but make him shove his tail deeper inside you. Your conversation is nothing but stuttered words on your end, though save for the blush, you aren’t as affected as he’d like you to be. That won’t do. Satan gives you even more of his tail, purposefully ramming against the spot inside you that makes your knees buckle. His arm will tighten to keep you upright, smirk shining with smugness. He can’t stop his eyes from darkening when you bite down on his hand and he promises this conversation will be the last thing on your mind once he’s through with you.

Lucifer’s silent rage could rival Satan’s at this point- and it’s honestly funny how alike they are sometimes; Lucifer will stand there out of petty spite and start playing with you as well to see who you pay more attention to. Let the competition begin, Satan. Hope you can keep up

The rate at which Mammon’s blood pressure spikes should be an emergency. Whaat the fuck, Satan?! T-that’s a b-bit too..far…oh, your expressions are so pretty though…alright, he supposes he can forgive the ruined conversation- as long as ya let him stay and watch 

Levi is on the floor, face hidden, and hand slamming against the ground to try and gain some composure. This is something he’s dreamed of doing and there Satan is, doing it like it’s natural. ‘s so not fair!…a-ah, don’t mind his tail sliding up your leg…two feels better than one, doesn’t it? 

Squealing is all that can be heard from Asmo— what a good use of your tail! He’s almost jealous he can’t do that himself, though his brother looks simply ravishing while he does! Azzy will give you a fleeting kiss, wagging his fingers as he settles down for the show

Again, Beel wasn’t paying much attention to Satan himself. When your knees give out, though, he helps steady you with a hand on your lower belly- and only when he feels the faint bulge- does he realize what his brother is doing. It makes Beel flush down to his lower neck and stutter; he’ll be in the kitchen when you’re done…

Belphie ends the conversation before you do, throwing a silent fit because he can’t do that with his tail. It’s almost comical- the way he’s pouting- and if you weren’t so distracted, he knows you’d be laughing at him. The thought makes him huff and storm up to the attic— he’ll be back for you later

Asmo rarely joins a conversation, finding it boring if your focus isn’t on him, but he doesn’t mind entertaining himself while you’re occupied. Perfectly manicured hands will grasp yours, fiddling with your digits until you wiggle them in acknowledgment. Only then does a charming smile break out on his face- a warning, if you will - before he’s taking your fingers in his mouth. Asmo runs a bit warmer than most, so the feeling is shockingly hot and wet. The brief look you cast his way makes him purr and gives him the initiative to push your fingers deeper— he wants to choke on them; Azzy doesn’t have a gag reflex necessarily, but it still makes his eyes roll white when they hit the back of his throat. Instead of receiving your full attention like he anticipated, all he gets is your fingers massaging his tongue, pressing down until saliva pools. Without even glancing at him, still continuing with the conversation, he feels himself flush against his will and choke out a moan when you grin. He won’t be moving until you’re well satisfied, so he better get comfy.

Is debating whether or not to simply just walk away because Lucifer is just so done with his brother’s shit. The mischievous glint in your eyes makes him think twice, instead choosing to watch you humiliate Azzy with a sadistic grin. He’ll leave eventually, but not until Asmo is crying from embarrassment 

Mammon grimaces at the loud sounds Asmo is making, side-eyeing him with intent to kill. He loves his whore brother, don’t get him wrong, but that doesn’t mean he has to be a whore on Mammon’s Mc time!…Pft- just look at the embarrassed look on Asmo’s face! Let him take a picture real quick— 

Shy baby Levi is fully ready to curl up on the floor and either melt or die; how can one person be that confident?! And the way you’re continuing the conversation makes Levi even more of a mess, faintly wishing you’d make him your little toy too, though he’d never admit it out loud (unless maybe you asked) 

Satan’s gotten good at tuning out his annoying brothers, so as long as you keep gagging him like that, the fourth born doesn’t mind; he appreciates you keeping your attention on him. Maybe he’ll award you with his own fingers? Open up, love, Tannie’s got a treat for you

Beel doesn’t understand why Asmo enjoys having your fingers in his mouth so much, so he’s just a bit confused. He’d love to try, it seems kind of fun actually…huh? oral fixation? Hmm…sure, give him your other hand and he’ll find out- don’t mind if he scrapes your fingers with his teeth though. He won’t bite, promise

Excuse you, Asmo, Belphie was trying to woo Mc into taking a nap with him dammit- move! He will push you down the stairs— actually..stay there, he’s quite enjoying the humiliated tears that are forming. Please, Mc, make him cry harder. It’s funny

His intention is never to spoil your conversation, but Beel just gets so hungry sometimes and food isn’t always enough to cure it. He’ll approach you and crouch down, running soothing hands up and down your legs, massaging your thighs until you pet his hair lovingly. At your affection, he beams and buries his face in your crotch area. Skirt, shorts, pants- whatever- he just wants to feel your warmth pressing against his face. It also doesn’t help that he’s got a more advanced sense of smell, so the scent of you makes his mouth water and his arms tighten around your legs. The thought of getting a taste of what’s behind your clothing alone is enough to satiate his hunger a small amount, but it’s the subtle way your fingers press into his scalp that has him pushing closer and mouthing at you. In just a few seconds, the fabric is damp with his saliva, and while that can’t be a comfortable feeling, Beel can’t stop. He thinks he can actually taste you now, his favorite flavor that’s so so close— only some scraps of clothing shutting him off from what he really wants. He’s not above begging and he’ll look up at you with something akin to a pout, nuzzling in between your thighs. The warning tug you give his hair causes him to growl; do it again, Mc. Harder. You’ll need something to hold on to, anyway.

Thankful that his younger brother is quiet, Lucifer chooses to just ignore it and continue with the conversation until it’s finished; by that point, though, the first born is quite interested in the subtle expressions you’re making, so he’ll think of something to keep said conversation going— anything

Mammon can’t even get mad at his little brother- he just looks so innocent and he actually apologizes for ruining the conversation. Even the greedy second born can’t argue with that. He supposes he’ll just go hang out in your room till Beel is done…you’ll have to pay him back later, ya know?

Personally, Levi thinks he’ll just go scream into his pillow, thanks. When you catch his hand as he’s leaving though, he can’t really help the whine that leaves him nor the speed in which he’s also getting on his knees for you. Levi’ll just get comfy with his arms around one of your legs and his head resting on your thigh (but only as long as you pet his hair)

Like his older brother, Satan can’t exactly get mad at Beel, so honestly he doesn’t even know what to do at first. While thinking of a response, Satan focuses his attention on the way your hips roll slightly against the redhead’s mouth and decides he’ll just watch for now

Asmo is grinning from ear to ear, like the smug, shit-eating kind that’s oh so rare on his pretty face. He’s so tickled at Beel’s rather desperate display, he’ll just stand there giddily before he finally skips off to go run a bath. Don’t worry- you can join him when you’re done here

Belphie won’t mind his twin’s intrusion, carrying on your conversation with no issue. When you begin getting distracted, he’ll simply walk behind you and circle his arms around your waist to hold you still as Beel gets his fill— of course, he’ll want a turn too, but he doesn’t care to wait

Being an absolute brat by nature, Belphie simply cuts off your chance at continuing the conversation. His face will only be in your line of sight briefly before his lips are on yours, uncaring of who he interrupted or what you were even talking about; he wants you, so he’ll have you. His tongue will smoothly push its way into your mouth and take over, grinning ever so slightly when yours immediately tangles with his. It’s like there’s no one else there as he wraps one of his hands around your throat, squeezing lightly until he hears you moan. He has no shame in the way he pulls you closer, slotting one of his legs between yours, nor does he mind when spit begins dribbling down his or your chin— Belphie likes it. He likes it messy because you look so undeniably his. Slowly, he’ll break away- almost giving in when you chase him with a whine -but will still make his way to your neck. His lips barely brush over the skin before he’s pulling back entirely and giving you a cocky grin. Oh, he’ll continue, you just have to follow him first.

If you listen closely, you can hear the sound of Lucifer’s patience thinning. He won’t give his little brother the satisfaction of breaking it, however, so he’ll just calmly tell you to come see him later while he goes to seethe quietly in his study 

Mammon is not surprised (but still irritated) at Belphie’s sheer audacity. He could easily break it up, but he’s always spoiled the twins, so he’ll give you a kiss- making sure his tongue grazes yours- before backing down. Don’t get him wrong, though, he’ll be waitin for ya in your room 

[cue boss music] : enter Leviathan, Avatar of Envy. His health meter’s already knocked down by this as he again wishes he could be that bold, b-but he’s totally getting Belphie back for this! He slinks back to his room with a plan…and a request for you to come game with him after

Satan has two reactions and no in between. He’s either pissed at the blatant interruption and will leave or he’ll grin at your flushed face and join his partner in crime, taking to your left side while they take turns swapping spit with you (hoping Lucifer will catch them on his way through the halls)

Who is Asmo to disagree with simply taking what you want? Good job, Belphie! Though he does think they spoil him too much, Asmo will blow a kiss, maybe take a quick picture or two, and leave his baby brother to it (do tell him all about it later)

Beel blinks in surprise before smiling a bit, playfully poking fun at his twin for being needy. There’s a cute blush high on his cheeks as he shuffles closer, silently asking to join. Once he’s settled behind you, though, his shyness completely disappears while he focuses on nibbling your neck 

[rainba]

Yan. Luka x GN ! reader// Tied Up

TWs: 18 +, degradation, noncon, force feeding, kidnapping, small mentions of blood, Luka being Luka

A/N: For this, it’ll be under the prompt of Luka having kidnapped his darling– and partially what his routine is directly before and after he leaves and comes back for work. ( ´ ω ` )

MDNI!!!

❤️ When Luka kidnaps you, there’s a variety of places he’ll keep you tied up at: his basement, his bedroom, his attic.

On the days where he wants to keep you close, he’ll have you tied up in his bed, your body completely naked and your wrists bound to the headboard. There’s LED lights on his walls, and he loves to keep them a purple tint. He usually lights candles in his room, so it always smells nice. He particularly likes the floral smell of jasmine and rose.

Before he leaves for work, he’ll kiss you on your lips and run his hands over your thighs, telling you to behave while he’s gone. There are heavy black drapes over his windows, and every exit has a padded lock on it.

He also places a gag in your mouth– just to make sure the neighbors can’t hear you potentially screaming when he’s gone.

Usually it’s a normal gag– but if you’ve been acting up lately? He might straight up lodge a dildo in our mouth and use that as your gag.

And when he gets back from his job, the first thing he always does is walk to his bedroom and shower you in love and attention.

When he has a good day, Luka will be relatively peaceful. He’ll leave little kisses all over your body while he asks you what you want to eat, genuinely wanting to please you. But if you’re rude to him and tell him to fuck off? That’s alright. You just won’t eat that night. If you cooperate and act kind to him? He’ll give you anything you want.

…However, when he has a bad day, things aren’t so pleasant for you.

You can always tell when he’s had a bad day. His footsteps are heavier, his ears lay flat, and his fluffy tail drags on the floor as he barges into the bedroom. May or may not slam the door behind him.

He doesn’t say a thing as he begins to furiously unbuckle his belt, throwing his black hoodie to the side and pushing his pants down to his knees.

It doesn’t matter if you scream, beg, or cry– he fucks you regardless.

Luka forces his cock inside of you immediately, absolutely no foreplay whatsoever. It almost always hurts. He digs his nails deep into your hips, muttering obscenities under his breath. Everything he says is incoherent, and his grip on you is so harsh that it leaves dark marks on your skin.

And don’t even think about struggling. If you squirm and writhe and scream at him to stop, he’ll only grow even rougher– rough enough to draw blood.

His painted black nails cut your skin, his teeth bite into your flesh, and he pushes his cock so far into you that it’s impossible to fit any more of it inside. He’ll call you names– call you his dirty little fuck toy. His stress reliever, his no-good, disobedient slut. But if you cooperate, he might do the exact opposite: praising you for taking his dick so well.

And no matter how much you beg him not to– he’ll cum inside you regardless. He loves the way it overflows and drips out of your body.

If he’s particularly angry, he might fuck you another one or two times, uncaring if you’re overstimulated.

When everything is done and he’s all spent, though, the post-nut clarity will hit him like a truck. He’s leaning over you panting like an animal, sweat dripping down his slim toned body. He looks down at the mess he’s made and feels a bit remorseful– so right after he fucks you, he’ll leave a warm kiss on your forehead, then ask if you want anything to eat.

If you’re sobbing from beneath him though, he’ll take the time to kiss your tears away, not saying a single word. Since he already knows what your favorite food is, he’ll just go ahead and make you that.

Even when it’s time to eat, he still won’t untie you. He’ll carefully feed you every single meal, being relatively patient with you the entire time. (But if you’re being difficult, he’ll simply chew the food for you then spit it into your mouth. After all, he doesn’t want you to starve. So… If you don’t like that, you better just eat the food directly from the fork…!)

…If he’s feeling particularly sensual, he’ll pick up the food with his hands and stick his fingers in your mouth, letting you lick and suck on his fingers all the while. Doing this will cause him to fuck you– it doesn’t matter if you both have already done it multiple times that day. His libido is crazy.

And every night, he’ll untie you from the headboard– but instead, he’ll tie you to him by the waist, and he’ll be the big spoon. He’ll also wrap his arms and tail around you, just to be extra safe.

[no-saints-around-here]

Sleeping in the Nude

Yandere TR Boys

Masterlist

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tw: somnophilia, reader has female parts, explicit smut, dubcon/noncon, molestation, mentions of forced pregnancy, fingering, anal fingering, panty licking, oral, dead dove do not eat

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trying a bit of a different style of these, as usual didn’t manage to write all the boys, but if yall want to see any particular one just send it in!

Yandere Boys who sleep in the nude and insist you do too: Kazutora, Izana

“B-but you have to!” It would be the same song and dance every night with a very needy Kazutora should he ever manage to worm his way into your bed, this boy tugging at your sleeves, pleading with you to strip, all the while trying to block you from getting into bed. Full waterworks and the like, with his fingers hooked into the hem of your pjs trying to pull off your pants, insisting that he won’t - can’t - sleep unless he’s skin to skin and sharing body heat with you, his face buried in the crook of your neck and breathing in your familiar scent, breasts pressed up against him. Even likes to knead your boobs and sleep on them if you let him, but somehow he ends up there even if you say no and you don’t have the heart to push him off. It’s comforting to the point he can’t sleep without the sound of your heartbeat under him and his face being squished between your breasts. But Kazutora would be alot more reluctant to tell you another reason he’s so insistent is that sometimes he likes to rut between your soft thighs after you’ve fallen asleep while suckling at your breasts, whimpering and panting and making a mess of himself. Usually just finishes all over the bedsheets, but sometimes when he’s feeling more courageous, Kazutora will cautiously try and push himself into you and finish inside you, taking so much care to make sure you don’t wake (because if you do and you get angry at him, this boy has no idea what he would do). You just look so peaceful asleep, and you were right here with him. Treating him so well both in the day and at night, taking good care of him. All his.

Izana on the other hand wouldn't even begin to stand for any of this sleep-with-clothes nonsense. If he says the two of you only sleep naked, then you just simply have to follow along. Will insist and insist and throw a fit if you don’t let him pull of your pjs and underwear, and if you still hesitate, all the emotional manipulation and blackmail will start to leak out. “You hate me, don’t you?” Asking you if it’s something about him that you hate, that you were just trying to drive him away, accusing you of cheating on him and sleeping with others because why else would you be so reluctant. Right up till you give in and let him pull off your panties, and then instantly Izana is all smiles again, excitedly tugging you to bed and snuggling into your chest. For some reason if Izana is ever back later than usual and you’re already all snuggled in bed with your clothes on, he will very helpfully strip you out of your clothes himself whether or not you’re already asleep. Even sometimes secretly pull back or kick away the covers so you snuggle even more into him. Loves to help himself to you when your breathing has evened out; running his hands over your soft skin, lightly pinching your nipples and cupping your breasts, dipping his fingers into your pussy - you just look so delectable when you’re so vulnerable, and he can simply lean over and take a nibble of your very seductive shoulders. Having you naked helps even more when Izana is feeling especially horny - this boy wouldn’t hesitate to slip himself into you for a quick fuck, never rough enough to wake you from your beauty sleep though it doesn’t matter to him even if you do. Usually opts to finish inside your warm walls (his absolute favourite), but sometimes opts to press just the tip of his dick into your mouth and cum there instead when he gets possessive. Sometimes would even leave his soft dick inside you when he falls back asleep huddled up against you. And when you wake up the next morning with hickies and bruises all over your shoulders and neck and a sticky residue between your legs or in your mouth, there is no trouble some watery eyes can’t get him out of. If you got pregnant and tied down to him, even better.

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Yandere Boys who sleep in the nude but you do you: Kakucho, Koko, Baji

Kakucho and Koko have never been shy about liking to sleep naked, especially in the summer months when it gets so warm even at night, but the moment anything becomes about you, these two boys simply become a blubbering mess tiptoeing around you with a red face. “Y-you wouldn’t mind?” Took so much stammering and you holding their hands and running your hand through their hair for Kakucho and Koko to even have the courage to tell you that they like sleeping in the nude when you share their bed for the first time, so there is absolutely no way these boys would even dare of dreaming to ask you to do anything. Some nights they only strip down after you fall asleep because they just can’t bring themselves to do it in front of you (what if you see something you don��t like?), and they make sure to put their clothes all back on before you wake). You wanna sleep nude? Wanna sleep clothed? Wanna sleep in just your underwear? Great! They support you 100%, you wouldn’t hear a single peep of complaint from either. So hesitant about even touching you while you’re asleep that you have to give him the explicit permission to cuddle - I mean, they wouldn’t make noise about it, but you can see the pathetic looks they sneak your way when you don’t, and you caved so hard.

But the thought of you choosing to be so vulnerable around them - trusting them to keep you safe and allowing them to be in such close proximity to you that they can bury their noses in your hair as they fall asleep - you can’t blame them for getting hard. You were just so close. Just there. On most nights Kakucho can get off just by pressing his nose into your shoulder and giving himself a good rub, but on those especially needy nights, he might escalate it to rubbing his hard on between your butt cheeks, be it clothed or not; your soft grip on him enough for him to cum, which if Kakucho doesn’t catch in a tissue, will very embarrassingly make sure he clean off you before you wake. As for Koko, he prefers to rub himself between your boobs, something he would never do in broad daylight - would cum all over your chest and face before this boy hastily wipes you clean, though the memory of you being covered in his cum is seared into his mind, and no doubt Koko would masturbate to the same memory in private again and again. Neither would ever let anyone see you like his, and they wouldn't think twice about making sure of that be it with their fists or more permanently.

“Whatever you want.” Baji is a bit of a different case from the other two - he’s only the slightest tad shy about being naked around you because of the manners his mother drilled into him about being respectful to women, but while this boy does like to sleep nude because he is a walking furnace and most nights are just too hot for him, Baji doesn’t mind you sleeping in clothes because there is something so arousing about slipping his hand into your pants and panties to touch your privates while you slumber away. Loves the feeling of the cloth on the back of his hand as he plays with your clit before slipping his fingers into you, hearing you whimper and whine in your sleep as you almost grind yourself against him, and if he hasn’t already cummed from just watching you, he’s rubbing himself off with his other hand. It feels so wrong to be touching you like this, especially when you placed so much trust in him, but at the same time its so hot, and Baji is no doubt extremely turned on watching you. Finishes into the sheets directly below himself so that it would be easier to hide from you with himself to wash at a later time. Wouldn’t mind if you slept naked either actually, given he can spread your legs and lips to watch his fingers disappear into you, maybe even have a quickie with you. Would be so ashamed at what he did when post-nut clarity sets in, but does it again anyway.

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Yandere Boys who don't sleep in the nude but insist you do: Mikey, Ran, Kisaki, South

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For South, I would say its more along the lines of trust. Always reasons with you that you would have no problem sleeping in the nude if you trusted him to keep you safe throughout the night. And you do trust him right? “I’ll keep you safe.” He would tell you that he is only sleeping in a pair of pants (but bare-chested) was in case he needed to get up for a fight, but that was nothing you had to worry about ever as long as you were with him. There was nothing in the night that could hurt you. But you being innocent you, you took him at his word, and had no problem stripping down and cuddling this giant heat-radiating teddy bear to sleep; you never had to worry about getting cold either. What you didn't realize was that the biggest monster of the night was the one you were hugging, and South absolutely loved to rake his eyes over you, running one large hand over you as you slept on. You look especially helpless when you're asleep, depending on him to look after you. Helps that he doesn't have to go through when he wants to slip one thick digit into you, and then two, watching your face twist in your sleep as he finger fucks you into an orgasm, or when South wants to pull you ever so carefully on top of him, push his dick into you and give you a quick bounce on his cock. You would groan and grunt with his size and how much he stretched you out, but wouldn't wake up despite complaining about how the area between your legs ached and burned the next day. Cums into you every time without fail.

Mikey and Ran are two boys who get cold very easily and absolutely hate to feel cold when they sleep - absolutely will not stop shivering and fussing and freezing until they are comfy in their pjs and tucked nicely under a blanket, but with the same breath would insist that you sleep nude, and would refuse you everything else. These two boys definitely come up with reasons and excuses to get you to agree. Ran would calmly explain to you that he had read "in studies" (Ran doesn't even read) that sleeping naked helps improve your complexion, and that you had much catching up to do when compared to even him, while Mikey would be unable to come up with any good reason, try random excuses like better cuddles and something about the stats of dying by pajama strangulation, before resorting to straight out temper-throwing and crying until you give in. And when you try to insist that you feel cold too in the night, all they would offer you would be more snuggles with them.

Two parts to why both Ran and Mikey would insist on you sleeping naked. First is because of the power play dynamics they had over you however small - there is something intrinsically arousing about how much more needy you got when cold, depending on them to keep warm you at night - and second is that they just liked to see you naked. There just simply isn’t enough time for that during the day, and it also helps that when you are asleep, you don’t complain or whine when they want to touch you and feel you and take in what was theirs. Mikey is so obsessed with your boobs, this baby boy just needs to be constantly touching and playing with them, pinching your nipples lightly and imagining milk leaking out. Likes to wriggle his way on top of you and suckle from you while you sleep, watching you worm around trying to get away from his persistence before instantly trying to cuddle back cause of the cold. And when his dick inevitably gets hard, its easy to shove it into you so that you can keep him warm. Ran on the other hand loves to finger your ass, which you would never let him do while you're awake - but when you're fast asleep, you don't wake up for anything. Which means the older Haitani has free reign to press one digit, and then two up your anus, watching your face cringe with discomfort and then pain as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of your butt. Wouldn't put his dick in there though given he doesn't want to actually hurt you, but your pussy is fair game if he's up for it.

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Yandere Boys who would pretend they don’t care, but forces you to do what they want when they feel like it: Hanma, Sanzu, Inupi

Yandere Boys who don't sleep in the nude and insist you don't either: Mitsuya, Draken, Rindo, Taiju

"Shit, Ran's at home!" Rindo truly, honestly has no problem with you sleeping in the nude. Honest. In fact he would prefer if the two of you could sleep nude together every night - after all, what's the point of having you share his bed if he couldn't cuddle with you? He'll cross his hard if you asked him to. The problem he has was with his older brother and Ran's complete inability to knock before entering his bedroom. There’s no way Rindo would ever let you be seen naked by anyone other than him, especially not Ran - that's his privilege only and this boy intends to keep it as such. Keeps his boxers on at night, and makes sure you were at least somewhat decent should his irritating brother despite to burst in through his double locked door, but no clothes are going to stop him from feeling you up under the covers when the lights goes off and you fall asleep on his arm, pressed up against his bare chest. Rindo is so eager to put his hand into your pants, pressing his fingers hard against your clothed pussy, while the other hand's two fingers are lightly eased into your mouth and pushed down against your tongue. And when you do eventually drench your panties in your fluids, this boy would slip those wet fingers into your mouth, and finally pull down your pants and push your underwear aside to slip himself in. Have to bite his lip just to muffle those grunts and groans cause god you feel so good clenching around his dick, and your troubled face though asleep look somehow even more innocent in the dim light of the night. Always make sure to wear a condom because he doesn't want to accidentally get you pregnant and have to explain anything to Ran. Rindo does make sure to pull all your clothes back down properly though, just in case.

Taiju would never allow any sort of heresy in his good Christian household, which interestingly extended to not allowing you to sleep in the nude until the two of you were married, but not to you sharing his bed before marriage. Would buy you decent, comfy pajamas for you to sleep, and make you throw away everything else you previously owned that met his exalting standards. "Cover yourself up, you look like a whore." Dresses, shorts, underwear only, all those went in the trash be it if you threw them yourself or he did it for you. And you weren’t allowed to pout about it either, with Taiju picking you up, tucking you into bed with him and with a combination of warmth and rocking you, lure you to sleep. But its not like Christianity is enough to stop Taiju from having his way with you when you're no longer awake - if you don't know and he doesn't take your virginity before marriage, then it can't be sinful can it? Plus you were always such a tease during the day, what with your innocent doe eyes. So conscious of not even holding your hand in broad daylight, this boy uses the night to relief his urges and desires that he keeps so suppressed. Pressing your mouth open and slipping his thick cock in, its a wonder that you don't wake from being choke as he starts to pump himself down your throat at a frantic pace. He would have gone slower, but he's been blue-balling himself for so long that he just needs to cum now. Switches between cumming into your mouth or onto your face, Taiju would have loved to leave his mark on you for the world to see that you belong to him, but forces himself to clean you up after because well. He didn't sin, did he?

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Hanma doesn't usually bother himself with what he wears out, let alone with what he or you wear to sleep, the lazy bastard. Happy to let you do whatever you want as long as he is nearby, either to scare away the gawkers or for cuddles when he finally thinks its time to sleep. However, even for Hanma there are those days where his urges come up, and that is when he simply forces you to do whatever his particular desires that day need. Usually it involves you and your panties, so if you like to sleep naked, tough luck - he will wrestle you into at least underwear, and then wrap you up in his limbs like an anaconda so that you can't attempt to strip again. "Come on, don't be difficult." It's not about you being vulnerable or looking innocent for this boy though - its more that you being unaware of what he is doing is part of the turn on. Hanma loves when he can tease you until you drench your panties unconsciously before stripping you of them, proceeding with watching you sleep on unaware as he rubs himself with them until he cums into the soft fabric. Far from the end, this boy instead presses the now-soiled panties into your mouth, making sure to rub the mix of cum and your fluids onto your tongue, cleaning off most of the dirtiness, after which he will have a quickie, cumming inside you before pulling your panties back on for you. And you are none the wiser all the foul things Hanma subjects your body to, waking the next morning ready to pamper him all over again.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Hello!!

Love your writing!!

I seen your post for prompts..

If possibly can you do Eddie x slightly thicker best friend...

Maybe sees her upset with her body or something

The numbers that popped into my mind thinking of this was any of the following ahaha

10,18,44, 47-50 😅😅

Thanks so much, lovely! I love this request!

cw: MDNI 18+ smut (p in v), mention of fatphobia

You stood in the dressing room of a store that you didn’t want to go into wearing a dress that no one was ever going to see you in. It was short and black and clung to your body in a way that didn’t feel right. You were so used to covering up your body in baggy clothing that it felt weird seeing every curve. You were always covering it up so you couldn’t even remember what it had looked like.

You had always hated shopping, never being able to find anything in your size and even if you had, it was always somehow too small. It always ended with you crying while you looked at your body in the mirror so you just ended up buying your clothes online to avoid the embarrassment.

Eddie had chosen the tiny number for you, assuring you that you would look hot, but also made sure that you knew that you didn’t have to if you were uncomfortable. You tried to hype yourself up, but all you could hear was the comments that your mother always made.

Is that really what you’re wearing?

You could stand to lose a few pounds.

Are you sure you want to eat that?

People had always made fun of your weight and as much you didn’t want to believe them, how could you not have? It seemed like no matter what you did to feel good in your skin, you couldn’t seem to shake all of the fatphobia you had experienced.

Eddie had been the only one who had made you feel even slightly better about yourself. He always made sure you felt good, whether it was telling you how nice you looked in your clothes, especially when you were wearing something that clung to your body or giving one of your thighs a loving squeeze when you would sit next to him.

He knew that his assuring words and gentle touches weren’t a cure since the wounds were so deep, but he had hoped you knew that he was telling the truth. If anything, your body was just more that he could love. If ever got the balls to make a move.

There was a knock on the door and you panicked, knowing that Eddie was on the other side. You grabbed your jacket from the hook and were quick to throw it on, zipping it up so the dress was completely covered.

“Who is it?” You asked, feeling your heart hammering in your chest.

“It’s Eddie. Can I come in?” You opened the door and he slipped inside, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes moved to your jacket.

“You okay?” He asked, just knowing that something was up with you. He was always able to read you like a book.

“I’m good,” you nodded, crossing your arms over your chest so you could hide your body even more. “It’s just tight.”

“Oh, do you need to size up?” For once, that hadn’t been your problem. The dress had fit like a glove but you just didn’t have the confidence to wear it. It would end up back on the rack with all the other clothes you couldn’t get yourself to wear.

“It’s not that, it’s tight. You can see the outline of my body. I mean, it leaves nothing up to the imagination.”

“Well now I have to see it.” You slowly unzipped the jacket and shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. Eddie’s jaw dropped as his eyes scanned over your body.

He thought you looked fucking hot and couldn’t help but imagine what it would have been like to press his lips to yours while the dress fell to the floor. He had been fantasizing about kissing you for so long.

“You look fucking amazing.” His eyes were filled with something that you couldn’t quite make out and were unsure of what it meant.

“I do?” Your eyebrows furrowed and Eddie just kept staring at the dress, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes darkening.

“Absolutely,” he nodded enthusiastically. “You have to get it.” You wanted to, but you were unsure if you could actually go through with it.

“You mean it?” You gave him a small smile and he just nodded again.

“You know I’d never lie to you, sweetheart.” That much was true. Eddie would have never lied to you and you knew that. He was always honest even if the words weren’t what you wanted to hear.

“I’m just afraid of what people will think.” His eyebrows knit together at that. It hurt him hearing that coming from you. He had been trying to work with you on your confidence and you were slowly making progress.

“The only thing that matters is what you think,” he rested his hands on your shoulders. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to get it.” The more you thought about his words, the more you wanted to make the purchase. You liked the way he was looking at you when you wore it.

“So you really think I look good?” He really did. So much so that he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to press his lips to your neck, hearing pretty moans escape your mouth.

“I mean, fucking hot would be my preferred choice of words.” His eyes got even more dark, filled with lust. He was trying to not think about how hard he was.

“Eddie-” You were caught off guard by how forward he was being. If he had it his way, he would have had his way with you right then and there, but he didn’t exactly think that a dressing room was a place to do it.

“If you don’t buy it,” he stepped forward, resting his hands on your hips. “I will.” He reached up and hooked his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. His lips brushed yours briefly before he pulled away.

“Why?” You could hardly get the words out, your brain short circuiting from the different kind of attention you were getting from him. And you were eating it up. You wanted more.

“Because as much as I’d like to see you in it,” he paused, leaning over so his lips were right by your ear. “I’d love even more to see you out of it.” Your face went hot at his words. You had never had anyone say those kinds of things to you, let alone even wanted to actually have sex with you.

As soon as the words left his mouth, you shooed him out of the dressing room and he reluctantly went. You changed back into the outfit you had come in. You then draped the dress over your arm and exited the dressing room, making your way to the counter.

You purchased the dress and you and Eddie exited the store, heading to his van. He opened the passenger door for you, helping you up into the seat before closing the door and heading to the driver’s side.

He started up the van and cranked up the metal tape that he had put in before picking you up. He was driving faster than normal, almost flooring it as he drove and you were just grateful that you had been on an empty backroad as opposed to the busy highway.

You both soon pulled up to his trailer, the two of you sat in silence and you noticed that he wasn’t making any move to exit the van. You turned to each other at the same time. You looked at him in confusion as to why he wasn’t moving and he looked at you with lust filled eyes again.

He leaned closer to you, your faces only centimeters apart. You looked up at him from underneath your eyelashes and he gave you a smile in return. He reached up and moved some hair away from your face before resting his hand on your cheek.

“Can I try something?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You bit down on your lip and nodded, knowing exactly what he was getting at.

“Yes,” you responded and he grinned, his smile reaching his warm brown eyes.

He leaned forward slowly, gently capturing your top lip between his two. Your lips moved together as one as your hands moved to his arms and his free hand rested on your thigh, the space where it usually made a home.

He pulled away before you were ready and smiled at you, resting his forehead against yours. The pad of his thumb rubbed gently along your cheek as your eyes stared into his warm brown ones.

“Eddie, I’m not wearing the dress anymore,” you told him, turning away to stare at the dashboard. He hooked his finger under your chin once more, making you look at him.

“Sweetheart, this has nothing to do with the dress.” He licked his lips. “Can’t you see how badly I want you?” His eyes bored into yours and even though you knew there was truth to his words, you couldn’t quite believe him.

“You want me?” Your eyes widened at that. You looked up at him, tears welling up in your eyes and he could have sworn he heard his heart break at your reaction to his confession.

“Honey, I’ve wanted you since the day I met you.” You had no idea. All the signs were there and you had no fucking clue. He had been so obvious and you had only just now connected the dots.

“You have?” You honestly weren’t sure how to react. No one had ever wanted you, or at least, they hadn’t been so up front about it like Eddie had.

And you wanted him too. He was your best friend and you couldn’t have imagined being with anyone else. He was the one who was always there for you. He had been there for you every step of the way. He had loved you for exactly who you were and you loved him the exact same way.

“I have,” he nodded, his hand moving into your hair. “So badly.” The words came out almost like a whimper.

“I want you too,” you responded, your words running together. He pressed his lips to yours once more, this one more desperate than the first one. His hand wound its way further into your hair, pressing into your scalp. Your hands grasped at his shirt, balling it in your fists as your tongue swiped along his bottom lip.

“A bit eager, are we?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Shut up,” you commanded before diving back in. Your tongue moved back to his lip and he opened up, letting you in. Your tongues swirled together, his hand trailing up your skirt. His other one grabbed a fistful of your hair, giving it a yank and you let out a whimper at the feeling.

“Wanna make that sound again, sweetheart?” He asked, needing to hear it one more time.

“More,” was all you were able to respond and he gave your hair another yank, a little harder this time. A full on moan escaped from your lips and he was desperate to hear more from you. He needed to hear you scream for him.

He pulled away from you, looking into your eyes. He could see that you wanted more, but he felt the need to ask before he continued. He wanted to make absolutely sure that you wanted it as much as he did. That he had your full permission.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his hand stroking your hair gently.

“Of course I do, Eds,” you nodded.

“Don’t want to move things to the back?” He nodded his head in that direction.

“Please,” you begged. He let go of you completely and you already missed his touch.

“Ladies first,” he gestured to the back of the van with his hands. You slowly got onto your knees in the passenger seat before throwing your leg in between the two seats. You made it into the back safely and Eddie wasn’t that far behind you. The blanket beneath you had been meant for a picnic for the two of you, definitely not for you to have sex.

You moved so close that your knees were touching and he reached for your hands, looking into your eyes. They were soft and warm, the look that had been reserved for you and you alone.

“I know this is your first time so before we do this, I want you to know that you can back out at any time and I won’t be mad,” he brought your hands up to his mouth and brushed them with his lips.

“I’ll be there with you every step of the way, alright? So feel free to do whatever feels natural. Let me know what makes you feel good, what you like.” He pressed a kiss to each hand before interlacing your fingers.

“Okay,” you replied, feeling your heart race in your chest as you realized what you were about to do. You were about to have sex with your best friend. You were about to have sex with Eddie.

“Do you want to move to my lap to get more comfortable?” He asked, rubbing your knuckles with the pads of his thumbs. You looked at him, unsure, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Aren’t I going to crush you?” You knew that you were bigger than him so you didn’t think it was wrong to ask.

“Crush me?” Eddie let out a chuckle. He actually kind of liked the sound of that. “No, honey. You’ll be just fine. Now c’mere.” He patted his lap and you hesitantly moved closer to him. You lowered yourself onto his lap so you were straddling his waist and his hands rested on your thighs, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you ready?” He asked, gauging your face for any last minute hesitance. Your eyes were lit up with excitement and he could tell that you were just as eager as he was.

“Yes,” you nodded. “I’m ready.”

“I’m just going to kiss you for now, okay? I’m warming you up.” He wanted this to be an enjoyable experience for you and wanted to take his time to make you feel good.

“Okay.” His hands let go of your thighs, moving up to your hips. He pecked your lips a few times before covering them with his once more and they moved in sync while your arms wrapped around his neck. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth and he slipped it inside letting it move with your own as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

His hands slowly started to trail down your waist and up your shirt, his palms laying flat against your lower back. They were cool and rough, but you liked the feeling, wondering if he was going to leave scratch marks.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, moving his hands to fiddle with your bottom hem.

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly and he slowly pulled it over your head before tossing it to the side. He then attached his lips to yours once more, taking no time to stick his tongue back into your mouth.

His hands were then on your back again, slowly moving them to your bra. His lips pressed kissed to your cheek all the way down to your neck, stopping at the spot below your ear. He sucked lightly on the skin before grazing it with his teeth.

“Oh,” you let out a moan and he loved hearing the sound come from your lips.

“That was a beautiful sound, honey, wanna make it again?”

“Yes,” you whined and his teeth grazed your neck once more, harder this time and you let out a louder moan.

“Oh, Eddie.” He loved hearing his name come out of your mouth in that way. It sounded so filthy and hot and he needed more of it.

“That’s right, honey, say my name.” He diffused the sting with a swipe of his tongue and the sensation caused you to let out a whimper.

“Eddie,” you whined. “Need you.”

“I know,” he gave your lips a gentle kiss. “We’re almost there.” His lips moved back up to yours and captured them in a bruising kiss while he moved his hands up to your bra. “Gonna lay you down, okay? Can I remove this?”

“Yes.” Your eyes were lustful and he loved seeing the look on you. So different from your usual innocent self. He removed his own shirt before he unhooked your bra and threw it to the side then laid you down onto the blanket. His eyes widened as he stared at your naked upper half in awe. His lips parted as he took in all of you; your curves, your breasts, your stretch marks. He always knew you were stunning, but seeing you like this, he was convinced that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

You had never been naked like this in front of anyone and you hadn’t really been thinking about how it made you feel as Eddie looked down at you. You could see that he was doing nothing but admiring your body, but you just felt so vulnerable.

“Fuck,” he said, the word falling from his lips before he realized what he had said. You quickly covered yourself with part of the blanket, making sure to pull it over your face so he couldn’t see you.

“Hey, don’t go shy on me,” he said gently, trying to calm you down. “You look so pretty like this.”

You pulled the blanket back down slowly so he could at least see your face again. His face was nothing but loving and you could tell he was telling the truth. He thought your naked body was pretty.

“Really?” Your cheeks burned at his compliment and all he could do was chuckle at how adorable you were. Eddie never said anything he didn’t believe.

“Of course, baby,” he assured you. “I’m going to fucking worship you.” His voice was deeper as he said the last sentence, more raspy and your pussy was getting even more wet.

“Worship me?” Your lips parted as you gingerly removed the blanket, laying back down on it. He slowly lowered himself down onto you, gently pressing his lips to yours.

“Worship,” he gave your lips a peck. “You,” he captured your top lip between his two in a brief kiss before moving his lips down your neck in open mouthed kisses. They made their way to your breast and he was quick to swipe his tongue along your nipple before he pulled it between his teeth, giving it a tug.

“Oh,” you let out a moan, louder this time and he took that as an invitation to do it again, but harder. Your moan was even louder, and your hands moved to his back, giving it a hard scratch with your nails. He let out a whimper before moving to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned again and he gave one last tug, the hardest he could without actually hurting you and you let out the loudest moan yet. “God, Eddie, please.” Your nails scratched down his back again and he let out his own moan. It was soft but raspy and it sounded so hot.

He moved his kisses down your stomach and he stopped once he got to your skirt. He looked up at you in approval and you looked down at him, your eyes darkening as you thought about what he was going to do.

“Remove them,” you commanded and he kind of liked that you were bossing him around.

“Yes, ma’am.” He slid the skirt down your legs and tossed it behind him and went for your underwear, removing those as well. He looked down at your sopping wet pussy, eating up the fact that it was all because of him.

“Well, look at you, princess,” he looked up at you with a devilish grin. “Didn’t know I could get anyone that wet,” he winked.

“Eddie,” you let out another whine.

“What, baby?” He said the words so innocently, as if he had no idea what he was doing. He loved the idea of making you wait a little longer.

“Need your cock.” You were getting desperate and hated how needy you were starting to sound.

“I know, sweetheart. Just give me a second.” He hurried to his glove box and grabbed a condom before coming back to you. He quickly pulled off his pants, deciding that he had made you wait long enough and tossed them to the side. He then removed his underwear just as quickly, revealing all of himself to you.

You stared down at his cock, realizing that you had never seen one in person. It was bigger than you had imagined, better. He rolled the condom onto his dick and grabbed hold of your hips before lining himself up with your cunt.

He slowly thrusted into you, wanting to be as gentle as possible since it had been your first time. You let out a moan at the sensation, and Eddie leaned over you, that devilish grin making a reappearance.

“You look so pretty under me,” he said as he continued to thrust, picking up the pace. “Prettiest partner I’ve ever had.”

“You say that to all your partners.”

“I don’t because none of them have ever been as pretty as you.” Your cheeks turned even more pink at his compliment. He always knew exactly what to say to make you blush.

“Trying to get into my pants, Munson?”

“Afraid I’m already in them, sweetheart.” He continued to thrust and as much as you were enjoying it, you didn’t think he was being rough enough. You needed more.

“Very funny. Now do it harder,” you commanded.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He didn’t want to risk hurting you during your first time.

“You won’t. Just do it.” He obeyed and pounded into you, causing you to let out what almost sounded like a scream. His dick hardened even more at the sound.

“Oh,” he chucked. “I like the sound of that. Wanna make it again?”

“I will if you go faster,” you promised.

“As you wish.” He pounded into you once more, but faster and you made the exact same sound, only louder. He continued and you let out moan after moan as he went to town.

You grabbed onto him, burying your face into his neck as he continued to pound into you. Your hands went to his back and you scratched it up even more at his actions and he let out his own moans, throwing his head back as he did so.

“Trying to ruin my back, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you fluttered your eyelashes in innocence.

“Good,” he pressed his lips to yours in a filthy kiss, his tongue taking no time to swirl around yours. “Got one more in you, honey?”

“Yes, Eds.” He pounded into you one more time and you let out one final moan before he pulled out. He discarded the condom and grabbed some napkins from the glove compartment before helping you clean yourself up.

Once you had finished, he pulled the blanket back to reveal another one under it. You both slipped between the two of them and he was quick to pull you to him, bare skin against bare skin. One of his hands moved up to brush some sweaty hair away from your forehead before stroking the back of your head. His other hand rested on your waist while yours went to his chest.

“You did so great, baby girl,” he gave you a sweet smile. “Took me so well.”

“Well, I think you’re just good at it,” you batted your eyelashes. “It definitely lived up to the hype.”

“So you’ve thought about it?” He teased with a wink.

“Oh, don’t pretend you haven’t,” you winked back and he just gave your hip a little pinch, causing you to let out a squeal.

“I definitely have,” he responded, pressing his lips to yours. “And it was well worth the wait.” He pulled you into one more kiss and you were quick to return it, knowing that there would definitely be more where that came from.

[kittenwalker]

The Evans getting turned on by you.

notes : hiya i’m starting a series where it would be how the Evans (Evan, Tate, Kit, Franken Kyle, Frat boy Kyle, Jimmy, James and Kai) would react to you doing something and requests would be greatly appreciated, thank you!! xxx

here’s a little preview, xxx

Evan Peters :

- wearing his clothes really turn him on ( but he would definitely rather you naked ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) )

- preferably his shirts or hoodies, it would look very baggy and long on you and Evan would find that hot.

- he thinks you wearing his clothes is like a marking that your his

- you would walk out of the shower, his shirt draping over your small frame

- Evan would see you and dramatically gasp and act like he fainted then running over to you like a little kid 

- “ you look wonderful in my clothes, you should wear them more often “ he said in a low grunt then he unexpectedly picked you up and put you over his shoulder. Making you shriek, surprising you with the swift move. After carefully laying you down, he would smother you in kisses.

- it would either end up with cuddles or a steamy, segssy time

Tate Langdon : 

- seeing you choke on his cock pushes him off the edge

- he loves deep-throating and fucking your mouth

- likes to see you go all the to the base of his dick and gagging on it

- “ Come on y/n, you can fit it all the way you’ve done it before “ he says encouraging you to take him whole. You opened up your throat pushing the rest of his cock into your mouth, closing your mouth around it and hollowing out your cheeks. Tate would throw back his head in pleasure, accidentally pulling your hair in the process. After a few more thrust into your mouth, he would release his load into your mouth. “ Good girl, and now good girls get rewarded. “

- he would then continue to pleasure you as a exchange for sucking him off

Kit Walker :

- he thinks you look hot being angry ( like literally when your on fire, he’ll think your hot. get the pun? ok i’ll stop )

- he would cut you off in the middle of your rant or argument and just kiss you to make you shut up. Making you so confused but going along with it.

- “ My boss made me do another shift tomorrow even though I specifically told him I was busy the next day! ” you shouted out of frustration, putting both your hands onto your temples. Massaging them so you wouldn’t get a migraine. “ Well did ya tell em again that you’re not available the following day? ” “ Yes, yes I did Kit! But that bastard ignored it.” you replied, kicking the pillow in front of you. You kept going on about how your boss was an ass, until Kit couldn’t take it anymore. He crashed his lips on to yours, making you stop talking. “ Thought ya take the hint when my eyes was going all over you “ he muttered in a deep voice while making love bites on your neck. “ Let’s take this to the room, yea doll? ”

- would only want to pleasure you so that your mind could take time off after being angry

Frat boy Kyle Spencer :

- he loves to see you dress up sexy

- roaming his hands over your body

- shooting you with compliments left and right

- would want to just ditch the event you were getting ready for

- walking out of the your room, you asked Kyle to open his eyes then giving him a twirl. He would look absolutely star struck, eyeing your black silk dress exposing a bit of your breast. His hands roaming all over your frame, he leaned into kiss you but you backed away knowing his trick. “ Nonono, I know what you’re tryna do, one kiss and we’re not leaving hmph? ” “ Maybe let’s just skipped this one, please babe. “ he pleaded but you shook your head “ Nope I spent way too long getting ready for it to go to waste, c’mon let’s go .” you walked away from his grip, hearing him groan.

- he would make a fuss out of it and try to leave the party early

Franken Kyle Spencer :

- he doesn’t really understand what getting turned on is

- but he loves your love bites and bobbies

- he would then get hard but he wouldn’t know why so you’ll help him take care of it

- you were helping Kyle bathe and he would beg you to come in with him. Mostly because he feels shy being naked under your gaze, so if you don’t shower with him. He’ll just pull you in so that now you’ll be wet and mind as well take a shower. But it’ll turn south because it would just end up with you two making out in the bathroom. “ Suc-ck n-neck ” he’ll say so you'd give give him hickies and you would do as told. He plays with your breast while you’re sucking on his neck, kneading them like dough and pinching your hard nipples.

- you would also just end up having shower sex because Kyle would be too impatient

Jimmy Darling :

- dirty talk is his thang

- you in silk lingerie would make in make him do flips

- you moaning while his fingering you

- honestly just combine all of the above and he would drop dead

- you would notice Jimmy being tense up the whole day due his new act that he is going to perform tonight. So you decided to give him a little treat in the caravan at the end of the day. 12.33 am, Jimmy would be coming back soon so you slipped on his favourite lingerie set. Then you’d lay in a sexy position on his bed, waiting for him to walk in. “ Hey darling I’m bac- woah ” his eyes opening wide, definitely not expecting this. “ Like what you see? ” walking up to him and palming him while whispering into his ear. “ Let me take care of you tonight alright? ” you said while kneeling down

- he would definitely give you aftercare

James Patrick March : 

- lovessss to see you beg and call him zaddy

- would purposely do something out of your favour just to see you beg

- while having sex you’ll have to call him daddy or you would get punished ( sometimes you would intentionally disobey him so he could punish you, which is usually spanking. ) 

- “ Do you want me inside of you my dearest? ” he said, teasing you. You nodded hungry for attention at your cunt. “ Use you pretty mouth dear, come on, beg for it .” “ Daddy please enter me, I really need you to make me come. ” “ Good girl y/n ” James praises

- you usually are exhausted after sex, so James would clean you up and tuck you into bed. 

- Giving you a goodnight kiss on the forehead 

Kai Anderson :

- he likes it when you sit on his lap

- you would see him working very hard for his cult that day and would want to distract him a bit ( but would deeply regret it after )

- when he is working, you asked if you could on his lap and he would let you but you couldn’t distract him too much.

- testing the waters, you moved around trying to grind him but just said you’re trying to get comfortable.

- you knows he enjoys it but he also had a lot of work to complete

- you could feel him getting hard underneath, so you would full-on grind him until he got mad and carries you into the bedroom.

- he then violently throws you on to the bed and makes sure you learned your lesson to never do it again.

Peter Maximoff :

- he likes you riding his dick

- would absolutely die if you praised him

- when you ride his cock he always stares at your tits going up and down

- " yes y/n just like that " peter moaned while you bounced up and down. " Fuck maximoff, your cock is hitting all the right places " you whimpered, tugging on his soft sliver hair. His ears tingling after hearing you praise him.

- would swallow all of your cum that has spilled out.

god i’m so sorry if this was absolute ass i kinda struggled writing this :’)

[bidisastersanji]

IT IS HERE! the filthy french smut epilogue of the Zoro learns French story is here. Get it right here on this hellsite (ch.1 ch.2 , ch.3 and below) or straight from the source on AO3. Thank you to everyone who comments or screams in the tags you absolutely give me life

Special shoutout to @jooqlz for their wonderful art inspired by the story I'm still not over that check it out right here: (pt 1 & 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5)

And without further ado, please do not ever perceive me after reading this absolute filth. thank you.

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Sanji had always been a very handsome man. A man so distractingly handsome that Zoro had to put effort into not noticing certain...things about the cook, effort to keep his eyes from wandering to dangerous places that would unfailingly leave him wanting and ears pink from the lecherous thoughts swirling between them. He’d retreat to the crow’s nest and train his impulses away, hoping that the heavy weights and burning muscles would ground him back into a relaxed, meditative state. 

It was the hypnotising way his fingers danced, so elegant and long when working in the galley- he simply couldn’t tear his eyes off them when they handled his impeccably sharp knives- or how deliciously taut and strong his calves and thighs would feel against him as they sparred. More than once had Zoro woken up breathless, drenched in sweat, uncomfortably hard and blinking away the vestiges of a dream where those deadly legs had been wrapped tight around him. There was just something so enticing about the resounding power emanating from Sanji- his mind going haywire from the knowledge that this man could handle him, meet him blow for blow all while cheekily throwing taunts and insults in his face. 

It was also how beautifully free his form looked when he jumped above him in a skywalk, the way his ocean blue eyes would crinkle when he laughed at the crews’ antics and how his soft blonde curls would catch the sun sometimes. Those moments were possibly harder for him to get out of his system, leaving him with both a heavy and fluttering sensation in his chest. 

And his ass. Oh fuck, his ass.  

Zoro was an ass man through and through: he’d sailed up and down the Grand Line and had never seen anything else like it. The cook’s proclivity for crisp, tailored suits that stretched decadently across his backside with every kick made it impossible to ignore. So many times had he been dangerously close to just reaching out and grabbing it. Fingers tensing at the primal urge to know how they would fit, would feel in his hands, it fanned the flames of an ever-growing heat in the pit of his stomach. Those perfect, round mounds of muscle just out of reach, teasing him whenever the cook bent over to retrieve something in a low cupboard or when he’d catch a glimpse of their bare pallor in the baths. No wonder he didn’t spend much time on hygiene- Sanji always took his damned time in there, and he wasn’t a glutton for punishment. 

The blonde also had a rather elegant neck, just begging to be kissed. To be fair, there was nary an inch of Sanji that Zoro didn’t think of kissing. For so long had Zoro fantasized about just tugging him by his tie or the lapels of his jacket to shut him up nicely, tasting his nicotine-stained lips. Which he had the pleasure of doing right now.  

Finally. 

He’d imagined this a hundred- no, a thousand times over, but it still didn’t compare to actually holding the beautiful man pressed against his body and hearing him let out positively sinful little whines of pleasure as they hurriedly kissed in the Sunny’s unoccupied first mate’s quarters.  

Brunch had been a rowdy affair as usual, with Zoro buzzing for it to be over as soon as possible, knowing the cook wouldn’t be able to relax until everyone had had their fill. 

The wait was worth it, he thinks to himself as one of his hands slithers its way down from Sanji’s flushed cheeks, enjoying the soft little exhales he lets out as his hand caresses down his neck, his chest, his narrow waist, his lower back, finally settling on his perfectly round butt. He pulls Sanji in even closer- the other man’s growing arousal poking against his thigh, firm and warm through the fabric separating them. Zoro treats himself to the enticing thought of that heat in his mouth but is quickly distracted by the fingers the cook had threaded into his short hair suddenly tightening, the pleasing pulling sensation on his scalp shooting down his neck like a shiver.  

Fuck. That feels good.  

Zoro can’t fight the needy groan that rips out of his throat at finally getting his hands on the cook’s ass, and his other hand quickly joins it, happily palming and squeezing it, fortuitously causing some delicious friction between their legs. He drops his head into the crook of Sanji’s neck, overwhelmed by the all-encompassing need coursing through his veins. Need to feel skin flush with skin. Need to make this man come undone and cry his name, over and over. This was a long time coming. 

“J-J’ai envie de toi...” he stumbles a bit on the delivery, the foreign words still unfamiliar on his kiss-swollen lips. (I-I want you...) 

Pressed up close, he doesn’t miss the high-pitched moan that Sanji tries to swallow down before he feels himself get tugged up by his hair, his eye brought back to level with the cook’s own. Maybe it’s the gratifying sting of his hair being pulled some more, or maybe it’s the heavy-lidded, wanton look that Sanji gives him, but he feels a shiver run across his skin. Nervously, the blonde’s pink tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, catching the swordsman’s eye. 

“Comment me veux-tu, abruti?” (How do you want me, moron?) 

Zoro honestly could go either way, but something in him stirs at Sanji’s provocativeness, and the following words spill out of him, words he’d have never said with a straight face before his run-in with a certain type of French literature.  

“Je-” his voice comes out raspy, deep. “Je te veux...plié en deux sur ce lit me suppliant de te prendre,” he starts, and Sanji’s breath hitches, his hand dropping to grip at Zoro’s shirt, steadying himself.  

“que tu te serves de tes satanées cuisses pour te bercer contre moi.” Zoro grins, confidence growing, feral at the sight of a lone drop of blood oozing from Sanji’s nose. “Et quand tu seras assez désespéré, je veux te faire jouir jusqu'à ce que ta voix se brise.” 

(I want you... bent in half on the bed, begging me to take you, using your damned thighs to rock yourself against me. And once you’re desperate enough, I want to make you come until your voice breaks.)  

He can almost feel Sanji’s brain short circuit in front of him. Things are a blur after that. It’s a race of getting each other out of their stifling garments, the singing relief of skin-to-skin contact, desperate kisses, nips, bites and nails pressing deep into Zoro’s biceps as he works the pliant man under him open with two lubed-up fingers. 

They’re both on the bed now, Zoro holding himself up over the writhing blonde, hair a sweaty, curly mess in a beautiful halo around his head and his legs hooked in a vice-like grip around his torso, arms wrapped around his neck. The messy, pleasured noises Sanji makes are positively obscene, shooting straight to his dick, and it’s taking all his concentration to focus on rubbing up against his sweet spot, just enough to drive the cook crazy but slowing down every time he can feel him clench hard, getting closer to the precipice. 

“Enfoiré! Si tu-” (Bastard! If you-)  

Sanji’s impassioned rant at Zoro edging him is immediately cut short by a third finger pressing against his rim, and he eagerly presses his hips up into the pleasant stretch of Zoro’s thick fingers spreading him even more, eyes screwing shut. 

“Mnh! Yesss,” he purrs into the swordsman’s ear. 

A wet heat envelops his earlobe and his three earrings chime against each other as Sanji decides to play with his them. Head foggy with lust, Zoro wonders how Sanji was so easily able to find this weak spot of his, his hand’s pace stuttering and slowing down at the sensual licks against his sensitive ear. 

“S-shitty cook-” 

“Bet you can’t say that in French,” Sanji coyly challenges him, a hot whisper in his ear. 

Zoro times his answer with a couple of sharper thrusts, making Sanji cry out at the onslaught against his prostate. “Cuistot de merde,” Sanji can probably hear his smugness in his voice. “What, you don’t think that’s one of the first things I asked to learn?” 

“You- hnng! You fucker, even in French you don’t call me a proper chef!” 

Zoro chuckles and decides this is a good time as any to still his fingers once more. Angry, needy eyes with blown out pupils crack open to stare deeply into his own. He takes the moment to wipe away the blood under Sanji’s nose and licks it, the metallic taste coating his tongue beautifully. 

“Fine. If that’s how it is.” The stubborn cook leverages his legs’ hold on him to fuck himself onto Zoro’s fingers. He slowly builds himself up again, simultaneously rocking on the swordsman’s hand and stroking his length with his own, and it’s not long before his eyes flutter close in concentration, chasing his release, brow damp with sweat. 

Zoro makes a little strangled noise, dumbstruck by how stupidly good he looks taking his fingers, how hot and swollen his dick is, and how the obscene wet noises and hypnotising dance of his hips are making the tip of his cock leak against his stomach. Why wasn’t he fucking him into the mattress again? 

Sanji’s breathless voice cuts through the fog. “You happy? ‘this what you wanted, mosshead?” 

Ah, right. He remembered now. “Close. I said I’d make you beg for it, curly.” 

“Fuck. You wouldn’t dare. Not again.” Sanji’s free hand shoots down to try and stop his thick wrist from pulling away. 

“I would.” 

Sanji makes a choked, desperate sound at the feeling of Zoro's hand starting its slow retreat, a small litany of ‘nos’ dropping from his lips as he once again feels his orgasm get away, his practiced hand stroking his dick not nearly enough to get him there at this point.  

Adorable. Zoro hears his blood roar in his ears at the sight, making a point to burn the cook’s desperate look into his memory. He’s aching to be inside him at this point, but unless he hears the magic word, he’ll keep holding himself back. 

After a few more fruitless pumps, head thrown back, Sanji seemingly makes up his mind. “Please,” he sobs. 

Zoro’s three fingers immediately resume their movements with purpose, pressing perfectly against Sanji on each powerful thrust. The swordsman is positively transfixed by the sight of the sweaty, flushed and desperate man before him, the shaky moans and gasps egging him on, driving him into a frenzy as he builds him up once more. 

-- 

Sanji felt dizzy with want after having been denied so many times. First, the stupid brute short-circuited his brain by whispering those filthy things to him with his cute stupid little accent, and then had the gall to call him a cuistot, and fuck! 

He honestly can’t even form a coherent thought at this point. He can only feel. His body is so strung-up and buzzing with pent-up pleasure, the mind-numbingly good stretch and press of Zoro’s fingers inside him and the stuttering jerks of his fist around his cock are all that his world have boiled down to, and nothing short of a buster call can stop him from coming into his lover’s arms. 

Distantly, he feels Zoro ghost his lips over his collarbone, whispering dirty nothings to him, licking up his throat, kissing his jaw... How dare he be so stupidly attentive, so good, so- 

“MMmn!” He bites down on his lip, hard. 

Sanji comes, dissolving into pleasure, rippling, splintering heat rushing through his body, muscles pulled tight as Zoro keeps working him through wave after wave, kissing his temple and holding him close as spurts of his cum stain their stomachs. He faintly registers that the moans and repeated cries of Zoro’s name and yes, more, please, right there are his own voice, but he’s too far gone to care. 

Once he’s semi lucid again, he loosens his legs’ death grip on the man’s torso, idly wondering if bruises will bloom there overnight. Chest still heaving, he opens his eyes and is met with a sight he’s sure to never forget. Zoro’s wild look of pure, unadulterated hunger as he licks a drop of his cum from his fingers would make his knees buckle if he were standing, and knowing he’s like this- a panting, flushed and sweaty mess because of him makes Sanji preen with pride. He’s barely even touched the man. 

Speaking of, he finally gets his hands on the broad, scarred chest he’s itched to grope oh so many times, letting his thumb experimentally start teasing a nipple. He drags his eyes down and wets his lips at the sight before him. He’d been right. Zoro truly has it all, and he can feel himself stirring again already. 

“Like what you see?” 

In lieu of an answer, Sanji reaches down and wraps his long, deft fingers at the base of the swordsman’s wonderful girth, earning him a little hiss of pleasure as he starts lazily gliding up and down the velvety heat. 

“Que veux tu mon grand?” his voice comes out hoarser than he expected, and the cook revels in Zoro’s nearly predatory gaze and the hitch in his breath. 

(What do you want, big boy?) 

“Mes mains?” His strokes get more precise, faster, taking care to rub the head just right. 

(My hands?) 

Zoro groans, and Sanji’s pink tongue darts out to lick his lips, smiling devilishly as he calls for the marimo’s attention there. “Mes lèvres?” (My lips?) 

“Ou...” he trails off and guides the aching, leaking length to his entrance, giving a little teasing wiggle of his hips.  

(Or...) 

The dark expression on Zoro’s face is absolutely intoxicating. His callused hand grips Sanji’s hip and pushes up, wordlessly encouraging the cook to flip onto his front. Still a little blissed out, Sanji grins and complies and positions himself on his hands and knees. The blonde watches over his shoulder as the swordsman reaches for more lube, lathering a generous amount onto his cock before aligning himself with Sanji again, kneeling at the edge of the bed. 

Feeling a little vulnerable, Sanji can’t help teasing his lover. “C’est pour aujourd’hui ou pour demain?” 

(Are you gonna do it this century?) 

And then Zoro presses into him and oh fuck- the stretch of each thick inch sinking into him is a divine mix of pain and pleasure that steals his breath away. The swordsman's’ grip is bruising on his hips, evidently doing his best to let Sanji get used to him before he loses control. 

A few moments later he must hear Sanji’s breath even out a bit and he adjusts against him, finally burying himself to the hilt fully, hands possessively taking hold of his ass cheeks.  

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me like this,” Zoro’s words were going to be the death of him, Sanji thinks as his face burns like a furnace. He was sure of it.  

“Can I?” 

“Ye- mmn, yes go ahead,” Sanji spreads his thighs wider and braces himself on his forearms. 

He feels Zoro pulling out slowly, his fingers climbing up and digging into his slender waist, and then he’s being pulled down onto his dick once more as the man starts thrusting into him earnestly. With each slap of the man’s hips against his backside, each steady glide against his prostate, he feels so perfectly full, so good, and his toes curl when Zoro leans over and nuzzles his neck, his grunts and growls of pleasure a sweet melody he’ll never tire of hearing. 

“Tu me prends si bien...” 

(You take me so well...) 

Sanji bites the back of his hand to stifle a moan and keeps throwing his hips powerfully back against Zoro’s rutting. It feels mind-numbingly good to finally let go and be able to use his full force like this, knowing he can give as good as he’ll get. 

-- 

Zoro doesn’t think he’ll be able to last long if the cook keeps looking and sounding like that.  

Fucking hell, what a sight. His lithe, athletic form splitting itself open on each thrust, their bodies working together towards rapture, harmoniously in synch from years of sparring and fighting side by side. The swordsman briefly worries that he won’t be able to spar without getting distracted by the memory of this, of the blonde splayed out under him, back arched sensually and hands straining against the crumpled sheets. 

He’s not surprised that Sanji is a vocal lover- he expected it, has fantasised about it on some lonely nights in the crow’s nest. But he didn’t expect that each broken moan and sigh he fucks out of him would bring him closer and closer, fire pooling low in his abdomen and coursing through his veins. He straightens back up and off Sanji’s back for a better angle and oh no, that was a mistake. He groans. He’s once again met with the tantalising sight of his dick burying itself in Sanji’s ass, again and again, a small ripple dancing across the tempting flesh to the rhythm of his punishing pace. 

“Fuck” 

He slides his right hand around to take hold of Sanji’s dick, and Sanji melts at his touch, head dropping straight against the sheets and moaning his name with abandon at his ministrations. 

“Oh-oh god, Zoro, I’m so close-” 

Zoro redoubles his efforts, fucking Sanji into the mattress with abandon, chasing both of their releases. Sanji’s muffled mewls of pleasure grow into louder and louder moans and expletives, stuttering with the pounding of their hips and the fist milking his cock.  

“Come for me, cook.” 

The blonde stills against him, crying out his name as he comes, shuddering and tensing beautifully in the low-lit room. Zoro falls right after him with a shaky moan of his own, time slowing at the feel of Sanji’s glorious, clenching heat around him. Tight, white, hot electricity rolls like waves through his body as he spills, pulsing into his lover. 

Craving to stay close to Sanji, Zoro drops and rolls them to their sides, spooning the blonde from behind, arms tight around his waist and nose nuzzling the nape of his neck. 

“Je t’aime.” the loving words come out like a sigh. 

A dazed, sleepy Sanji hums and clasps his hands on top of Zoro’s, inching himself even closer against him. 

-- 

After getting its fill of sleepy cuddles, Sanji’s blissed out mind slowly comes back online and the questions that have been gnawing at the back of his mind return in full force. Just where had the stupid swordsman learned to speak French, let alone say things like that? 

His cheeks feel warm at the mere memory of it. Now that he thinks about it, it’s even a bit odd- he assumed that Zoro wouldn’t be the type to say such corny, vulgar stuff in bed- if he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was straight out of one of his romance novels. It was uncanny that he’d kind of played into exactly the kind of things Sanji was into. 

He lets out a small, amused sound at the thought of Zoro reading those kinds of books. Did Zoro even know how to read? 

“What’re you thinking, curly?” Zoro asks gruffly, his hands still distractingly caressing his skin from behind him. 

“Wondering where you learned that kind of language, marimo. ‘s not the typical vocabulary people get when learning French.”  

Sanji turns in his lover’s embrace to face him and waits for an answer, idly thumbing at the scar on his face. 

“Oh, that.”  

Was Zoro...blushing? “Yes, that.” 

“Learned it from those, uh, Harlequin books.” 

Sanji’s mouth parts, flabbergasted, but Zoro isn’t done surprising him. 

“I thought if you’d read that kind of book multiple times it must’ve meant something, so I kind of...went on a limb earlier.” 

Sanji is beet red. “W-wait so you,” he takes a steadying breath. “You've read my Harlequin book?” 

“No.” 

A sigh of relief. 

“I’ve read way more than one.”  

Shock. 

“From Mihawk’s private library.” 

“mIHAWK?!!!” Sanji sputters. 

“Yeah, I accidentally let him find out that I’d been learning a bit of French and then next thing I knew he was forcing me to learn it proper ‘n all.”  

Sanji feels his chest warming as he starts connecting the dots. “A-and you’d been learning French-” 

“-for you, yeah.” he grins. 

Unable to stop himself any longer, Sanji closes the distance and captures Zoro’s lips in a tender kiss. 

“Imbécile.” 

“Ton imbécile.” 

They both smile stupidly at each other. 

“I can’t believe you. I’m gonna tell everyone you accidentally learned French because of your crippling addiction to boddice rippers.” 

“Oi!” 

THE END--

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this story, it's been so fun and lovely and your reactions make me so happy!!! I like to think that after this Zoro just takes advantage of the fact that only he and Sanji (and Robin) speak French to flirt and say absolutely debauched things in public to embarrass him. But also he uses it to say soft, romantic things when Sanji least expects it. and Sanji makes good on his threat and tells the crew about Zoro's peculiar French syllabus.

[bratphilia]

sooo ummmm william feeling like a perv for wanting reader (bcs of age difference) + reader being the dominant one……………..

yesyesyesyes

from the moment you catch steve, your neighbor who lives across the street, peeping at you while watering his garden, you start to purposefully undress out in front of the window just to give him a show.

on top of that, you frequently take more walks around the neighborhood. strolling around in pretty outfits that show off your cleavage, your ass, or your pretty legs — or sometimes even showing off it all in a tight, short dress that ends around your upper thighs! only if you think he deserves it, of course. you wave at him and smile innocently every time, making a point to stop in front of his house. he flashes a quick smile back at you, but immediately turns back to what he was doing, clearly embarrassed he was caught in the act of creeping on you.

it's clear he's not going to make the first move, so you take the initiative yourself.

you knock on his door, wearing that tiny black dress and matching black heels. the moment he opens the door? his adorable, already flustered face appears and his eyes are raking up and down your body, before he clears his throat and asks how he can help you.

in due time, that dress is thrown somewhere around his bedroom floor, forgotten. you're smothering your delicious cunt on top of his face as he moans onto your clit, leaving vibrations that make your core pulse. your thighs are red from his beard scratching against you.

you tug on his hair and he groans at every pull. "doing so good for me, baby. your tongue feels so good."

shortly after you gush on his face, you pull away from him. he looks like a kicked puppy, clearly missing you on top of him. instead you're straddling his hips and undoing his belt. you smirk as you pull his hard cock out of his boxers and pump him ever so slowly. he sits up and leans on his elbows, practically salivating at the attention you're giving him. you shoot him the most innocent eyes you can muster up as you lean down and kitten lick the tip of his cock. he throws his head back and groans, bucking his hips up.

"so needy," you comment. he's such a freak for wanting this so badly, you think, for being so desperate to fuck you. he fits the dirty old man trope to a 't' and you absolutely eat it up.

letting go of steve's cock you position yourself on top of it and sink yourself down. he lays back down as you start riding him in rapid succession. you lean over to grasp at his shoulders for leverage, moving up and down. by the loudness of the noises he's making, he's obviously enjoying this, which turns you on even more and encourages you to go faster.

"fuck, i'm gonna come," he practically whines and it makes you grin.

"gonna come for me? bet you came in your pants the first time you saw me, huh? you fucking pervert," you say, earning a moan from him. he's not disagreeing which makes you want to laugh at how pathetic he is.

you slow down your movements. you want to make him beg.

"please," he says almost automatically. practically whines it actually. "please, 'been so good for you."

"hmm," you pretend to ponder. "i guess."

he reaches upwards to grasp at your breasts, but stops half way. "may i touch them?"

you guide his hands to touch your nipples and watch his eyes widen as they turn into hard little peaks. he connects his mouth to your left nipple and begins to suck earnestly, flicking it rapidly with his tongue.

steve's attentiveness is getting to you. you move faster on his dick, not just for his sake but for yours too. you're right on the edge when you pull him close to you, stopping your movements right when he's buried inside of you to the hilt. he moans as he comes before you and the feeling of his semen shooting into you pushes you to orgasm instantly.

when you roll over next to him, he's looking up at the ceiling still trying to catch his breath. you run circles over his bare chest, brushing your fingers through the patches of hairs there and tracing the scars around the area.

[ryo-apologist]

Shiggy's Slutty Lil' Waist

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

CW: Smut, Minors DNI, I will block your ass, talk about crop tops on men and gray sweatpants. Don't like? Bully me it'll be foreplay <3 /j

AN: I saw a picture of Johnny Depp in a crop top. We all know the one. And yk what? Shiggy has the same slutty lil waist. And so far all three of my posts have been about Shiggy. Will that change? Idk ask me next week. It's my comfort character and I can seek toxic comfort WHEN I WANT-

~Darling XOXO

☾ Shigaraki Tomura has the sluttiest fucking waist.

☾ That's it. That's the post.

☾ No, I'm kidding. I'll elaborate for thirsty whores like me. And Barbie. Shout out to them.

☾ Shigaraki obviously has the fits going for him. Name one outfit he wore that didn't slap. Exactly. You can't. So contrary to what people think, I think Shigaraki takes a bit (Not a lot, do not get me wrong) of care in how he looks. He has an image to maintain after all. How can he be expected to be the big, bad leader of the LOV if he doesn't look like it.

☾ That being said, I think at some point it just comes naturally to him to dress in ways that suit his body.

☾ And we all know he has the body to do so. After he left that big ol' test tube? Did y'all SEE his arch? Fuck man I couldn't arch better if I TRIED. Like,-

☾ Okay before this post turns into a tiktok comment section on the thirstiest of Gojo Edits, let me continue.

☾ My point here, is he probably doesn't dress like we see in the anime all the time. That would get tiring. Drain his mana level if you would. And he needs time to recharge.

☾ So, In this essay post, I'm here to argue that Shigaraki Tomura wears crop tops that barely brush past his nipples to show off his slutty little waist.

☾ You know, the shirts that had a hole in the front? Instead of sewing them like a reasonable man, he rips them from that hole all the way around. Which means his crop tops vary in length. Every single one of them.

☾ And that leaves perfect access for you to wrap your hands around his waist and just hold him like that. He hates it. No, he doesn't.

☾ In all truth, Shigaraki loves the feelings of your hands on his midsection because it's such an intimate place to him. He loves feeling you touch him with no fear, even though he knows the second he's done with you, he's taking those hands and dusting you.

☾ Y'all didn't think I was about to turn my greatest number one villain into a *gasp* nice person, did you? /lh

☾ Sorry, not here. Shigaraki does not do love. Only with me, dw guys I'll treat him right :). He's a man with needs that get in the way of his bigger plans. Sorry, not sorry.

☾ Anyway, trail your hands up his ribs and play with his nipples. Pinch them and roll them between your thumb and forefinger. It buys you another day. Additionally, you get to play with his fat tits.

☾ He has one shirt that he outgrew after his transformation that absolutely hugs his double dee, mommy milking, calcium cannon, honga-bazongas, dippin dots, whatyoudoingouthere withallthattiddies, boinga boinga, bouncing bangers.

☾ This one magically turned into a crop top. It was crazy. Shoutout to whoever put it in the wash to shrink it. They a real one.

☾ It was me.

☾ And it's like that one meme of the guy looking at something with his pecs right there and the lady is just O-O at them. Which...Yeah me too.

☾ Anyway, he wears it all the time because he's convinced it still fits.

☾ Play with his...pecs... through the shirt. He has the most sensitive nipples and it just brushes against them just right and...He likes it is all I'm gonna say.

☾ Now, I know what we're all thinking, 'Darling, what about the pants?' And Darling's got you, baby cakes.

☾ I only tease in the bedroom :)

☾ Grey sweatpants season is EVERY season for this man. He's got like three pairs he cycles through. Kurogiri HATES them. He tries to throw them out and replace them with sensible jeans or slacks.

☾ Never works. He's like a raccoon with stocks of them EVERYWHERE.

☾ Anyway, so he's got his gray sweats and his slutty little crop tops. Let me paint this picture for Y'all.

☾ Shigaraki Tomura wearing a tight white t-shirt that's shrunk into a crop top, clinging to his chest as he stretches his arms above his head, biceps straining against the fabric. His toned abdomen is constricting with his every breath of his, on full display along with the angles of his slutty lil' waist. Your eyes follow down to his belly button and following the trail of white hairs that lead to his v-line, the waistband of his pants just barely clinging to his hips but hugging the delicious outline of his cock, which, while even flaccid, is enough to make anyone drool.

☾ Y'all seeing the vision now? Because I do.

☾ I'm seeing the vision. I'm salivating over the vision. I'm ready to turn into a Gojo fan girl at this point. Like I'm drooling. No lube. No protection. No-

☾ And if you start playing with his tits like this? In this outfit?

☾ He's trying to swat you away, you're getting in the way of his game, but your hands are feeling too good. He's only half paying attention to the pixels anyway, but it's about the principle of letting you get your way.

☾ But you can see you're winning with the way his cock twitches in his pants, throbbing in plain sight.

☾ Your lips trace along his neck and suddenly the pause screen pops up. There's a dark patch already soaking through his pants and they're lose enough your fingers can dip right past the band and trace along his shaft.

☾ He's already groaning, debating if this is worth his time. Worth the distraction.

☾ When your pretty little fingers wrap around his cock and give it a firm tug, he decides it is.

☾ Do not think he rolls over and let's you do as you please however.

☾ No, no, no. He's pulling you over the couch and pinning you as he gets rid of the bigger distractions stopping from doing exactly what he wants.

☾ If he leaves you a dripping, drooling mess on the couch, that's your own fault really.

☾ But who really cares at that point, because in the end, you won anyway <3

☾ But FUCK does Shiggy have a slutty lil' waist.

[aurora-sturniolo]

Best Friends Boyfriend Pt. 1

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜:  y/n x chris sturniolo 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: chris might be a bad boyfriend, but y/n becomes a much worse friend after falling for her best friends boyfriend. 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: no smut yet - swearing/suggestive?

*not proofread*

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

“This dress would make your boobs look great”

Ever since Hazel started dating Chris at the beginning of our Senior year, she has been all over me trying to find me a boyfriend. Every single party we have gone to has consisted with her throwing random guys at me hoping i’d connect with one eventually. I can’t blame her, she was my bestfriend and I knew all she wanted was to see me happy. 

“I am absolutely not wearing that dress, and I am not going out tonight come on” I groaned, rolling onto my back on the bed. “Look Chris invited us and it’s going to be huge, everyone is celebrating the beginning of winter break” she grinned, pouting her lips and starring at me. “You know I don’t like to drink, plus every party ends up with me driving all of you guys back home drunk while you and Chris are practically fucking in the backseat of my car” I sighed sitting back up.

While I wasn’t necessarily best friends with the triplets, I would say we were friends considering how much time i’ve spent dropping off Hazel at their house. She refuses to drive so that automatically makes me her designated driver. 

“Please, tonight will be different y/n I promise you and if you really aren’t having fun you can leave or never come with me again. Come tonight, for me” she smiled looking up at me from the floor. “Fine” I groaned as she squealed and instantly jumped up. “Only if I can borrow that dress” I smiled. 

I can’t even lie, the dress did make me look great. It was light pink with a small bow attached to the front. The dress was extremely tight, but it fit me perfectly. My hair perfectly clashed with the dress and I knew the perfect heels to wear with it. If I wasn’t going to have a good time, atleast I was gonna look hot. 

“Hurry up they’re waiting for us” I screamed at Hazel from downstairs. My phone was already blowing up from the groupchat with the guys. They were wondering how far away we were and when we would be there. “They can wait” she smiled as she came downstairs, still trying to put her shoes on as we were walking out the door. 

It didn’t take long until we were outside the Sturniolo’s home. The sun was just beginning to set as we walked up beside eachother to their door. Before I could even knock, Chris was opening the door reaching smiling. “You look so good baby” he grinned, scooping Hazel up showering her in kisses. “Okay okay, I get it you guys are young and happy and in love no need to make me more jealous, now let me inside” I groan, pushing my way inside. “Someones mad she gets no dick” Chris blurts out laughing. “Chris!” Hazel giggling, slightly hitting his chest as she laughs.

I walk inside, greeting Matt and Nick who waiting inside ready to go. They were dressed way more casual than Hazel and I, only wearing some shorts and a t-shirt. “I feel overdressed” I say, crossing my arms in front of me. “You look good y/n, relax” Matt assures with a slight smile. 

While Chris was off limits, that didn’t mean Matt wasn’t. I couldn’t lie, they both were really hot but with my best friend dating one of them, it felt awkward inserting myself or trying to flirt with them. That’s why I was strictly friends with them, always just kind of existing alongside Hazel. 

“Who’s driving” I question as everyone finally makes their way inside and into the kitchen. “Me” Chris says, walking over and grabbing the keys out of my hands. “Not so fast, that means your not drinking, since when do you not drink at a party, let alone the biggest one of the year?” I chuckle. “Since I decided I didn’t want to drink tonight, got any more questions?” he spits back. “Nobody cares, let’s go it’s getting dark” Nick blurts out, walking towards their car in the garage. Everyone makes their way into the garage while I run back to my car in the front to grab my purse and lipgloss I forgot. When I walk back inside, Chris is standing by the front door waiting for me.

“God you scared me, why aren’t you in the car I just had to grab something” I say, closing the door behind me. “I forgot something in my room, I heard you coming back inside” He shrugs. I begin to walk away when I turn to hear Chris say something. “You do look good y/n, i’m sure you’ll find someone to fuck wearing that dress” he grins walking towards the garage.