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64reprieve · 24 days ago

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picture you (e.w.) ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

pairing: butch!college!loser!ellie x femme!camgirl!reader

synopsis: you need promo for your business. ellie’s tuition is due. or ellie’s a college student in her junior year scrambling to get her shit together and desperate to make ends meet with side jobs. you need pictures taken by someone who isn’t a creep from craigslist and won’t kill you. your friend knows just the person.

content: angst, fluff, smut, amateurphotographer ellie!, loser!ellie, butch!ellie, soft dom!ellie, sub!reader, femme!reader, camgirl!reader, therapy session, substance use, dubcon (both parties are inebriated), miscommunication, explicit language, oral sex, pussy slapping, dry humping, cum-eating, spit-play, degradation, praise, gags, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of aftercare

word count: 5.7k

nsfw, men and minors dni

prologue ➤ chapter one ➤ chapter two ➤ chapter three ➤ chapter four ➤ tbd.

Ellie flinched at the crash of her door bouncing off the wall; sitting up wide-eyed and irritated.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She cursed, facing her laptop screen filled with pictures of you, away.

Riley groaned, flopping on the end of the bed and bunching her space-themed duvet, “She’s not back yet. You can keep me company instead.”

“Yeah, right,” Ellie scoffed, poking Riley’s shoulder with her sock, “I’m kind of busy right now.” She said, placing her laptop on her lap.

Riley scowled, poking Ellie’s eyebrow, “When did you do that? Joel’s gonna kill you.”

Ellie hissed, smacking Riley’s hand away, “Watch it– fresh piercing.”

Riley tutted, laying on her side, “And you wonder why you have no money.”

“Hey, I know how to save money! I shop at Aldi.” Ellie defended, moving her cursor around mindlessly.

“Yeah. So you can spend the rest on tattoos and stupid shit,” Riley commented, “And I looked in the fridge. There’s a case of five dozen eggs, some ground beef, and like two rotting bell peppers.” She cackled at the absurdity, “Dude, what the fuck are you eating?”

“There’s milk too,” Ellie sighed, licking her teeth unamused, “Where’s Dina?”

“With Jesse. She said she’d be here soon.” Riley shrugged, hitting her vape.

Ellie clicked out of the folder of your photos to check her buzzing phone.

Riley sat up to lie down by Ellie’s legs, “Oh, so you do know how to answer texts!”

“Shut up.” Ellie said, smiling as she typed.

Riley quirked an eyebrow, eyeing Ellie’s phone.

“None of your business.” Ellie replied coolly, letting her phone rest on her chest.

She flipped her phone over as it pinged again.

“Are you talking to someone? Done with abstinence?” Riley joked.

“I’m not talking to anyone.” Ellie protested, lightly kicking Riley’s leg.

Riley nodded with disbelief, “Uh huh.” She smirked, “Who is it?”

Ellie sighed, locking eyes with Riley, “I don’t have time for that shit anymore.”

Riley nodded slowly, pursed her lips then grabbed Ellie’s phone from her side; her smile dropping when she read the contact name.

“Dude, what the fuck– don’t do that!” Ellie scolded, snatching her phone back.

“That’s not who I think it is.” Riley blurted, pointedly staring at her.

“You tell me.” Ellie challenged with a cocky grin.

“El, I love you but I’m serious.” She insisted, “Leave her be.”

“Calm down, it’s just work.” Ellie replied, patting Riley’s shoulder.

Ellie’s gaze didn’t waver as she stared back. Riley squinted, taking a hit of her vape before blowing the banana-scented smoke in Ellie’s face.

“Asshole.” Ellie exhaled, closing her eyes.

A loud thud from outside of the room caught both of their attention. Riley slipped off the bed, sticking her head out of the open door.

“Di? Are you okay? What happened?” Riley pleaded.

Dina whined loudly before running into her room, “We broke up!”

“Oh fuck.” Riley said, hurriedly following Dina into her room.

Ellie shook her head, listening in on the two. She heard a sob followed by shushing.

She mumbled under her breath, opening her laptop, “Again?”

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“Hello?” You spoke into the phone pinned between your cheek and shoulder as you drove.

“Boo. Where are you?” Riley asked teasingly.

“I’m driving.” You answered, pulling up to a red light.

“That’s perfect. I’m at your place, so I’ll see you soon.” Riley claimed.

“What? Why are you there?” You questioned

“I’m waiting for you so we can leave.” She quipped.

You sputtered, “What? To where?”

“A friend’s. Sleepover at dorms– Dina got dumped.” She explained.

Dina. You remembered her. One out of many of Riley’s friends you’d met in passing. The last time you’d seen her was at Abby’s going away party. She’d drunkenly complimented your shoes when you came in before she threw up in a patch of Gardenias, and a taller guy ushered her elsewhere.

You arrived at your apartment with a hazy mind, digesting the session with your therapist. Rarely did you live outside the words spoken in her office, but you could meet with a semblance of normality, if only briefly.

“Hi, hot stuff,” Riley greeted, sitting at your kitchen island with a steaming mug. Of course, she’d made herself at home. You lived through her boldness at times.

“Make sure you pack a toothbrush.” Riley called out, as you brushed past to your bedroom. She came in seconds later, sitting at your desk and testing your perfumes on her wrist.

“I thought you had class today.” You noted, hanging up your jacket.

“I do.” Riley confirmed.

You breathed out, hopelessly staring into your trashed closet, “What do you think I should wear?”

“Anything,” Riley replied, using your sticky notes as sample strips, “We’re probably just gonna eat and watch something.”

“It’s not gonna be– do you know how many people are going to be there?” You ask, picking at your cuticles. You were trying.

“Barely anyone,” She reassured, catching your tension, “It’ll be us, Dina, of course, and Ellie. Cat might come but she hasn’t responded yet.”

Ellie? That piqued your interest.

Your head snapped to look at her, “Ellie’s gonna be there?”

Riley turned away, “Yeah. They’re roommates.”

Any plans to show up in your pajamas went right out of the window. You showed up freshly plucked and in your best dress with a pair of new shoes straight from the box. You wore a butter-yellow dress partnered with brown ballet flats and white knee socks; your curly hair pinned back with deep red, cherry pins.

Riley had taken one look at you and called you the funniest person she knew when you emerged from the bathroom.

Out of courtesy, you asked her to stop by a flower shop on the way over.

Dina thanked you profusely and set the bouquet on the kitchenette counter.

“Riley, who did you–” Dina groggily groaned, brightening when she spotted you behind her, “Oh, you– thank you! This is so sweet.” She whined, letting you two in. You slipped off your flats, noticing a familiar pair of tattered Converse by the door.

Dina wiped her nose, filling a vase with water. Her oversized shirt stained with water which splashed from the sink as she stared off emptily, hair tangled and cheeks blotchy.

From what Riley told you in the car, this wasn’t their first breakup.

You wouldn’t be able to tell from her appearance.

The afternoon flew by with insurmountable details of their relationship exposed and cases of overly sweet seltzers from the fridge.

Riley sat behind with Dina between her legs, detangling her hair as she nodded along and encouraged her rants.

“–And he was like, ‘We’re fighting too much and it’s not healthy’." Dina mocked his deep voice, wiping a stray tear, “What does he know about healthy? His parents are divorced!”

You lay on the rug, listening in awe and occasionally switching the music on the speaker but you couldn’t stop your mind drifting to Ellie’s whereabouts as more time passed. There wasn’t a chance you’d bring it up to either Riley or Dina given the gravity of the situation, so you kept it to yourself, counting down the hours without her presence.

Internally, you scolded yourself; you were here to provide support, not see Ellie.

There was a muted shame growing within you since you two had met, abated by an undeniable truth; you liked her.

Whether it be out of desperation for human connection or divine destiny, you didn’t care. You convinced yourself it was okay because you had no plan to pursue her, but it became harder to believe after you’d gotten off to the thought of her on your last stream.

A lot of sleep was lost that night and you didn’t log in again until two days later. You were mortified.

Indiscretions were naught the minute Ellie returned to the dorm; holding two large plastic bags, “I’m back with food.” She called out.

She didn’t look over, setting the bags down on the counter beside the flowers, “Who died?” She joked, grabbing cans of soda from the fridge.

Dina clicked her tongue, tilting her head and looking between you two pointedly. Ellie understood the hint, spotting your figure lying on the rug.

You looked adorable!

She bit her cheek, hiding her face by busying herself with unwrapping the food, “They smell nice.”

Don’t fucking blush, stupid, she thought to herself.

“What’d you get?” Riley queried, stretching as she stood up from the couch.

“Taco Bell.” She answered, tossing the empty bags into the trash.

Riley grabbed the cans and food with Ellie, bringing it over to the coffee table.

Ellie plopped a box of chocolates and lotion-infused tissues on Dina’s lap, “Here, Di.”

She found her way to the beanbag in the corner, manspreading as she took a bite of her burrito, distracted by her phone, feet inches from yours. You peered at her from your peripheral; her blue jeans had shifted lower on her lips, black boxers peeking through. There was a stripe of ink poking out, and you clenched your teeth. She wore a white wife beater, abs printed beneath and revealing her muscles. More tattoos teased under her clothes, on her collarbones, and littered her bare arms. Ellie wasn’t necessarily big but she was built.

You sat up, grabbed something from the pile then tucked in.

“It took you long enough.” Dina teased, “Did you forget about me?”

“I stayed back to ask my professor a question and I bumped into Cat. She’s not coming by the way.” Ellie told.

“Hm. Why?” Dina chewed, cupping her hand to catch her food.

“Her car wouldn’t start so I gave her a jump. She called her dad after.” Ellie shrugged.

Riley clicked through movies on the TV, tossing the remote on the coffee table, “Fuck it. I don’t wanna look anymore.”

“Smoke?” Ellie offered, shifting her legs.

“Please.” Dina sighed, kicking off her blanket.

Dina stood up, opened the windows then went into the bathroom. Ellie went into her room, returning with her backpack. She tossed it on the couch, rifling through it. Riley sat up, looking over.

Ellie smirked, “You don’t wanna do that.”

Riley faked a gag, sitting back and catching the Ziploc bag Ellie threw into her lap.

You watched as they moved methodically; Dina returned from the bathroom with shower caps, placing them over the smoke alarm.

“Backwoods.” Riley groaned, opening the bag, “You’re a monster.”

Ellie hummed, sitting between her and Dina, “I can put them away instead.”

Your eyes fixed on the blunt between her lips, the tip burning orange as she breathed in. Her eyes met yours.

Dina and Riley passed theirs back and forth, while Ellie had her own.

“Do you smoke?” Ellie piped up, smoke billowing from the corner of her mouth.

“Not really,” You paused, “But I can.”

You’re not sure why you said that. You could drink, but you couldn’t smoke to save your life.

“Do you want your own?” She asked, already holding the bag.

Riley gave you a strange look, shaking her head before looking up at the ceiling. Dina fidgeted with the remote to find a movie, the constant clicking sound in the room.

Ellie waved you over with two fingers, “You can share with me.”

You moved over, sitting between the couch and the coffee table. Her hand lowered, passing the blunt to you. It felt odd between your fingers. You said a prayer in your head before taking a hit, replaying the first time in high school when Abby had taught you how to smoke. You cheered internally when you were able to hold it without coughing, tucking your dress over your legs.

I should smoke more, you thought to yourself after a while, gaze fixed on the bright screen ahead of you; some cheesy romance at fault for Dina’s sniffling.

The room was dark aside from the light leaking out of Dina’s room and the glow from the TV.

You leaned back, sitting between Ellie’s legs; her knees surrounding your ears. Her gaze burned the back of your head, hand wrapping around to hold the blunt in front of your face. You leaned in, taking another hit, smaller this time. The smoke pricked your throat.

“Do you want more?” She drawled a whisper from above you.

You shook your head, fighting a shiver, as you whispered back, “No, thank you.”

The credits rolled, and you moved away from the couch, stretching with a yawn. Riley groaned with Dina, following her into the bathroom. Ellie stood up wordlessly, disappearing into the same bathroom before returning with a handful of things. She flicked on a small light, brushing her teeth at the kitchenette sink.

Sluggishly, you stood up and found your bag. Riley squeezed your arm and mumbled a good night to you, stumbling into Dina’s bedroom, complaining about the brightness. Ellie turned the sink off, brushing past you and into her bedroom.

You squinted, swaying into the empty bathroom, cleaning up and changing into a white slip, your eyes squeezed shut. You felt like a zombie as you made your way to the couch. You should’ve known better than to gauge your limit off of how normal you felt sitting in the dark.

Floorboards creaked, grabbing your attention.

Ellie leaned against her door in soft, red plaid pants, arms crossed against a black t-shirt.

She spoke hoarsely, “You don’t have to sleep out here, come on, it’s fucking creepy.”

Too mentally preoccupied and relieved to argue, you entered her room. Ellie set up a makeshift bed on her floor. Through the blurriness, you felt a sense of delight. She glanced at you, tilting her head toward the bed, “The bed’s yours.”

“I couldn’t–” You doubted.

“I’m serious. This is better for my back anyway.” She insisted, tossing a pillow on the carpet.

You didn’t have it in you to disagree, tucking yourself into Ellie’s bed. Your head met the pillow first, like an anchor. The sheets were a thick, dark blue weight over you. They smelled of her, and you pulled the sheets under your nose for more, closing your eyes. Ellie turned off the lights, switching on a fan; the flicker through your eyelids disappeared. You muffled a groan, head spinning.

Ellie stirred, whispering gravelly, “Are you okay?”

Another groan when you tried to speak, words dragged down by a flood of nausea. Your heart was in your ears. You heard some shuffling, then saw the gleam of the bedside lamp.

Calloused hands cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek as she looked down at you worriedly.

What was happening to you?

“Do you want to sit up?” She asked worriedly.

Your eyebrows twitched. If you lifted a finger, you might throw up.

Ellie’s hand slipped into yours, squeezing lightly, “Hey, squeeze my hand for yes.”

It sounded like you were underwater. You held your breath, squeezing back; you were going to be sick.

The back of her hand pressed against your forehead, “Think you’re just greening out.”

The dip in the bed disappeared for a minute; your panicking rose.

Ellie sat you up to sit behind you. Your back met her chest and she pushed the fan toward you with her leg. She reached over her nightstand for water, the other hand rubbing your arm in an ataratic motion.

“Take a sip, you’ll feel better,” Ellie suggested, resting her chin on your shoulder to be close.

You drank slowly, chest stuttering with uneven breaths. She shushed you, “It’s just a feeling. I’ve got you. Deep breaths.”

It was a good thing you weren’t sober, otherwise you’d have melted through the floor out of embarrassment long ago.

Your body cooled, your carousel of a brain slowing. Ellie rummaged through her drawer, holding a peppermint against your lips, “You just have to suck on it. The sugar will help, I promise.”

You conceded, taking the sweet into your mouth and letting it melt against the roof of your mouth, “I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“Don’t be.” She answered.

Silence passed before your body allowed your reprieve.

Your back left her, rubbing your eyes with deep breaths. When you looked back, she gave you a tired smile.

You smiled back, turning to face her, “Thank you. That’s never happened to me before, sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She repeated, leaning against the headboard and looking over you.

“I fucked up your sleep.” You blurted, sheepishly.

“You didn’t. I take forever to fall asleep.” She reassured.

You nodded, looking away. The embarrassment was setting in. You spit the mint into the trash bin beside her bed.

“Sure, sobered me up though.” She joked.

You smiled small, “I don’t think I can go to sleep after that.”

“Me either.” She agreed.

You shrunk into yourself awkwardly, disguising it as a stretch. Ellie patted the spot beside her, placing her water bottle in your lap.

“Is Dina going to be okay?” You asked, tucking your legs under the blankets.

Ellie nodded, turning her neck to look at you with a half-lidded gaze, “She’ll be okay. They've been breaking up for the past two years.”

“Oh.” You responded.

“Something like that.” Ellie nodded.

Her room was quaint, as expected from a dorm but it was thoroughly decorated, space naturally taken up through the past few years. Her laundry bin was overflowing, and her dresser was messily painted with and scratched with doodles. A knife stuck out from the top where it stabbed beside a small TV crowded next to a console. Her skateboard propped up against the wall adorned with posters of bands and video games, a neat stack of books piled underneath her desk.

“You have a lot of tattoos.” You mumbled shyly, fixated on her arms.

Ellie hummed, holding her arm out to you and turning it over, “I hardly notice them now.”

“When did you get your first one?” You asked, watching her fingers prod at a patch on her forearm.

��This one,” She pointed out amusedly, “I had a friend do it for my sixteenth birthday. Luckily, she had experience— not that I knew.”

Your eyes widened, eyeing where ferns met the moth, “That’s a big commitment for sixteen.”

She let out a short laugh, “Tell me about it. My dad nearly ripped my arm off.”

Your insides bloomed warmth at her laugh. A moment ago, you’d been a mess, convinced you’d never live tonight down, now you were having a first proper conversation with her.

“Do you have any?” She asked, scanning you briefly.

“No.” You smiled, sheepishly, “But I like yours.”

“Thanks, pretty.” She slipped out, “I like them too.”

If you weren’t so overwhelmed, you would have caught it.

She cleared her throat, “Did the pictures turn out well for you?”

“Yeah, they’re perfect. Thank you. You did me a huge favor, you have no idea.” You chirped.

“Good, good.” She paused, “Hope your boyfriend appreciated them–otherwise you might turn out like Dina.”

You tilted your head. Boyfriend? Where did she get that idea from? Did she not know–

“I don’t have a boyfriend or anything.” You interjected, stuck on the word.

Ellie’s eyes met yours.

“I’m a lesbian.” You blurted.

An awkward pause blanketed the room.

Ellie cleared her throat, “That’s– cool. Me too.”

You bit back a smile, raking over her appearance, “I mean– yeah.”

The corner of her mouth tugged up, feigning offense, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” You defended, gesturing toward her appearance, “You know, you’re just so–”

Ellie cut you off. She shifted resting her arms over her knees, “I’m so?” She drawled.

You inched back out of instinct, holding your breath. Ellie followed naturally, green eyes searching yours gently, “Hm?”

Your expression softened under her gaze, discreetly clenching your thighs. Ellie’s eyes flicked down to your lap, knowingly, cupping your knee.

Your chest tightened with anxiety; alarm bells sounding off in your head.

This wasn’t you.

Thorns crowded your throat, tightening in punishment; don’t fuck this up, don’t compromise yourself, you don’t know what this is, you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re both just high and drunk, you’ll regret it by morning.

You begged yourself, for what, you weren’t sure.

Ellie’s voice grounded you, hushed, “Should we call it a night?”

How much longer could you live, backing yourself into corners and never coming out? Holed up in your apartment for two more years, sitting in your car and talking yourself down for an hour before you could enter the grocery store. Lying to therapists, doctors, and your best friend then breaking down when your reflection turned unrecognizable. The monster wasn’t chasing you anymore, yet you pushed yourself to run until the asphalt bled beneath.

You’d been a shell this whole time, and you just wanted to be whole, even temporarily. You wanted her to be the one to do it.

Ellie’s eyes widened when you pressed your mouth against hers.

The sound reverberated within your bones and you dissolved just as she caught you; holding your waist and guiding you closer.

She tasted of whiskey and smoke, melting into the sugary sweetness that clung to your tongue. You weren’t sure where to place your hands.

The silk of your slip dress tickled your sides, fingers palming the material and riding up further when she lifted you over her thigh.

Your eyebrows knit, breathing against her as she pressed gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth, murmuring, “Tell me you want this too.”

“I want this.” You whispered back, shakily, hands finding solace on her shoulders.

I want you, Ellie thought to herself.

Her pouty lips trailed down your jaw and neck, to your collarbones, painting it with flowers of purple and pink like the canvases she slaved over in secrecy. You bit your lip, drawing a sliver of blood. Her head pulled back, kissing it off like a second thought as if you weren’t to blame.

For once, you were in the present— not floating through the minutes, turned to days, turned to weeks as you’d always done. You felt every breath flow through you. You were someone again.

You inched further into her lap, straddling until your knees kissed the headboard behind her.

Hands roamed, feeling the ridges of Ellie’s abdomen over her shirt before slipping beneath the fabric. Her skin burned upon your palms. You pressed further, eager to see her.

Ellie peeled off her shirt as if she read your mind. You leaned down, kissing between her tape-plastered chest until your lips tickled against the fuzz of her happy trail, drawing a shaky sigh from the woman. A firm hand carded through your hair, bunching it. You paused, mouthing over the bulge in her pants, looking up at her.

Gentle fingers stroked the back of your neck, her smile growing at your appearance. She let out a low breath, stomach twitching as you stained a wet patch on the fabric. A free hand tilted your chin up, two fingers slipping into your mouth. You latched on, moaning around them.

Ellie watched in disbelief, lips parted as a blossoming flush spread to her neck. Her fingers pressed down, opening your mouth. Drool gathered at the corners of your lips, dripping on her hips as her fingers stroked the muscle, milking your tongue for more until your chin was thoroughly soaked in spit.

“Fuck.” She cursed under her breath, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Ellie.” You whimpered, catching your breath.

“Come on, pretty.” She said, arm hooking behind your thighs to pull you closer, “Let’s take care of you.”

You straddled her lap once again and she pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling your dress up to your waist. Her finger hooked into the band of your underwear, tugging your ankle to slip the fabric off entirely. Your blue ruffle panties lay discarded on the duvet and you hissed at the cool air exposing you, thighs trembling as you held yourself up over her lap.

Ellie’s hand gripped your face, kissing you tenderly.

“You want to ride me, baby?” She asked, huskily.

Your neck could’ve snapped with the force you used to nod.

She called you baby!

“Yes.” You confessed, melting into the hold that positioned you over her.

Ellie’s hand smacked your thigh lightly, urging you to sit. Your center met her bulge with a whimper; she shifted you so the patch of saliva you’d left previously, soaked against your clit. It was warm and unavoidable, and obscene. You were going to cum before you even moved.

“Please, what?” She taunted, smirking at your reaction.

You whimpered, pressing your hips down, “Please, daddy.”

Her eyes widened in a fleeting moment, schooling her expression into neutrality. She didn’t expect you to say that, but she could work with it.

“Yeah? Give daddy a kiss, baby.” She whispered.

Your spit-soaked chin knocked into hers carelessly, tilting your head to be closer as your lips locked. You wanted to blend, to live in her skin, and never leave her.

Veined hands eased your hips against her, rocking you back and forth. She swallowed your moans, letting out a choked laugh.

Was this happening? She was so fucked.

“Please, please, please, please.” Hurried from your lips as though you were possessed.

A heat pooled in your stomach, pulsing dangerously with each brush of your clit, sending shocks up your arched spine.

“Good girl,” Ellie praised, “I’ve got you, darling. Just hold on to me.”

Your arms wrapped around her shoulders, tucking your face into her neck to muffle your whimpers and obscenities.

“Feels good?” She panted, squeezing your ass as she guided you.

You nodded, choking on your words as you groaned against her pulse, sweat building at your hairline, “I’m close.”

Ellie peppered your shoulder with kisses, paying the creaking bed no attention, “Soak my lap, darling. Show me how good you can be.”

Your stomach tensed, sensation swirling thickly as your toes curled. You bit down on her shoulder as you came, drawing out a mumble of curses. You bounced feverishly, bumping her packer harder against her clit as you rode your high with greed.

Ellie’s eyes fluttered shut, nails digging into the crease of your thighs, “So fucking good— keep going. Shit.”

She came shortly after, taking it out on your neck as her teeth nipped and marred the thin skin with bliss. You sank into her, cheek resting against her freckled shoulder.

Ellie moved you as a ragdoll, whispering praises in your ear when she turned you around on your knees, pressing flatly at the bottom of your spine to deepen your arch. Your elbows weakened, and you whimpered. She placed a pillow over her legs for your head to rest on, rubbing the front of your thigh.

You leaned into every generous touch, reveling in her tenderness.

A cry tore from your lips when you felt her fingers tease your wet cunt, smearing your release around your clit with her thumb.

Ellie shushed you, pinching your hip in warning, “Don’t be rude, keep it down. Everyone’s asleep.”

She stared at your center before spitting on it. Her saliva dribbled, running down the back of your thigh in a mixture with your cum. You moaned, gasping when her tongue licked to catch it; pulling the wetness back up and pushing it into your entrance with a squelch. Ellie’s tongue prodded desperately, lacking restraint. You twitched with each lap to your folds, slick noises rang in your ears, echoing within your skull like a mantra.

A slew of pleads and soft cries left you. Ellie pulled her head back with a sigh, grabbing your discarded panties. They brushed against your trembling lips in greeting, and your mouth parted to take it in.

“There we go. Just needed some help quieting down, right?” She cooed, “Always so polite.”

Her arm hooked around your thighs once again, locking you in place before resuming her ministrations. You sobbed freely, muffled by the fabric gagging you. Hot tears pricked your waterline at a harsh slap to your clit.

“Prettiest fucking pussy.” She exhaled, moaning at your taste, “How’d I get so lucky, hm, angel?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, toes curling and hands fisting the duvet as she ravaged you. Tears slipped down your burning skin and leaked into your ears.

Ellie took notice, staring with adoration before mocking you, “It’s that fucking good, huh? Come on, don’t be selfish. Give me one more.”

You would give her anything— anything she asked for.

Whimpers clawed at your vocal cords, shaking at the oversensitivity coursing through. Ellie kept working you; sucking on your clit and flicking at it with her tongue, only holding you tighter without forgiveness the more you attempted to twist around for relief.

“Ellie, Ellie, Ellie!” You pleaded around the makeshift gag.

She hummed against your cunt in response, pulling a groan from you. It was happening again, building up tenfold. Your vision blurred. You shook your head as you reached back for her. Ellie’s hand interlocked with yours, taking out your gag with her other hand and replacing it with her cum-soaked fingers.

Pacified by how much of her you felt; you went lax.

Ellie groaned when you clenched around her tongue, flooding her mouth with release, vision turning white and tensing suddenly. Your orgasm tore you apart, placing pressure as far as your lungs in a manner you couldn’t stray from. Your legs numbed, your thighs trembled, and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Ellie cleaned you up with her tongue until you came to as a limp, twitching mess.

You whimpered, earning a kiss on the back of your thigh. Ellie moved carefully, barely making a sound; she pulled your dress back over your lower half, gathering your sticking hair from your sweaty neck. She rubbed your back until you sighed, observing your disassociated expression.

The lamp shut off with a flick. Rough hands kneaded your wrists with an unexpected tenderness. Faint kisses sprinkled your spine, then lifted you to her as she laid down. Your cheek squished against her chest and you hummed softly at another kiss to your temple. Ellie held you firmly, folding the blanket over both of your legs.

She stared at the ceiling without blinking, rubbing your arm with soft, attentive strokes, breathing you in until you fell asleep in her arms.

What happens now?

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Apathy weaved within you in the most inappropriate moments. To abscond the numbness, solitude is currency to imagine what could be. Four walls relentlessly alchemize to hermetic traps. You’re forced to resurrect before your feet can leave the ground. You’re always almost there.

“Have you considered what we discussed in our last session?”

You picked at a loose thread on your sleeve, numbly, “I have.”

“Great. Did you find an opportunity to practice or are you still deciding?” Brooke asked, crossing her legs in the sofa chair across from you.

It’s your fifth try. You’re grateful there aren’t legal repercussions to ghosting therapists, otherwise you’d be out of insurance. You chose a psychotherapist this time after an impulsive search on WebMD and managed to charm her well enough with your issues to earn yourself two sessions per week. There are weeks when you only attend to see the fish tank in her office; she’s unaware of this.

“I don’t think I’m ready. Sorry.” You mumbled, snapping the loose thread.

The ceramic scraped against the side table before she took a sip of her coffee. Steam fogged her glasses; she tucked them in her hair.

She nodded, “There’s no need to apologize. Is there a specific aspect you’re struggling with?”

“No. I just need to think about it more.” You lied.

Brooke clicked her pen, scribbling. “You mentioned dinner out with friends. How was that?”

“It was good. My friend asked me to go and I knew most of the people there. It wasn’t very big, there were five of us at this Italian place I’d never been to, it was nice.” You divulged flatly.

“I’m glad to see you getting out of the house. Did you do anything fun after?” She asked.

“No. My friend dropped me off at home afterward.” You sighed.

She hummed, “Is this Riley, the friend?”

You hum back in agreement, attention flicking to the clock.

“Outside of class and routine errands, have you socialized with anyone else since?” Brooke questioned, tilting her head.

You bit down on your lip, “Yes. I had someone come over. A friend of a friend. I saw them again after–with other people I know.”

“That’s good to hear.” She shifted, folding her hands together, “You invited them over? What was the purpose?”

“I hired them to take pictures for work. I didn’t know them. We weren’t hanging out or anything.” You explained, withholding certain details.

“I see. How was the experience? Were you able to connect with this person?” She inquired.

You exhale, shaking your head, “It was good– I think. I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I would be, probably because she was a girl. She was pretty nice to me.”

“And this person was aware of your line of work, correct? You were comfortable sharing that with them?” She pondered, the spoon clinking against the edges of her cup.

“I mean, yes. I assume my friend said something. It was pretty obvious considering what I asked of them.” You disclosed, chewing your cheek.

Brooke hummed, pausing, “Why do you think it is that you struggle with casual tasks, but were able to invite this person into your home in a considerably vulnerable situation? ”

You bit your tongue, weighing your words carefully on what you could tell her and what she wanted to hear. That you gave up for a moment to act out of exhaustion and impulse to prove something to your detriment?

A symbol of deliverance flags your need for fortification. You wanted reassurance through devastation; your neuroses to be justified. Kindness would’ve been easier to grant yourself in this way.

You’d opened up to the world’s wrath and received Ellie instead.

Why the fuck did you meet Ellie instead?

“I mean– I was scared at first. I almost backed out but it happened so fast, I couldn’t say no. I–I don’t know. I think it was her. It made it easier that it was her. And my friend knows her so I think it’s easier to–to feel that way.” You stuttered, picking at your nails.

“And what way is that?” Brooke replied.

You swallowed thickly, “Safe?”

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ hiya, guys! i'm half asleep uploading this right now so i apologize for any overlooked typos. i really appreciate it when you guys leave feedback. it helps with improving my writing and many of them are so kind. also what's smut without fluff? anyways, enjoy the calm before the storm!

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megapteraurelia · 2 months ago

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“you’ve read the page, like, three times.”

fushiguro megumi didn’t look up. “because someone won’t stop staring.”

“i’m not staring.”

a disapproving click of his tongue, “i can feel it. shameless as you are, you’re not even pretending to look away.”

“no, you can’t,” you stretched, muscles tensing up deliciously; your hands flailing right in his line of sight and he leaned back, trying to dodge your flopping limbs, an annoyed grunt escaping him. but when you allowed your body to crumble in on itself, he didn’t move the hand that landed on his knee, right underneath the book he was holding.

fushiguro megumi huffed a sigh, and the dark blue of his eyes fluttered back to his book. his lashes, long and soft the way they shielded his eyes from the sunshine, were catching the light, painted dark with a golden shimmer. his one leg was tucked under him, his one hand propped his head up, fingers buried in his hair.

his eyebrows slightly furrowed, teeth worrying his lips as he mindlessly picked the skin off his mouth, finally losing himself in the words on paper when you stayed quiet. he shifted slightly to balance the book on his knee, hand turning the page, careful, calm. even though he muttered at you with a tone of voice that suggested irritation, his book was slightly tilted towards you, in a way that made you feel welcome, that made you feel like he liked having you around him.

“you look like the book is making you mad.”

megumi turned another page, blinking, eyebrows drawn together. “that’s just my face.”

you snorted and let your head fall onto the couch, buried in the cushion that smelled like him. his leg comforting against your hand and you could have fallen asleep right then there with the soft inhale and exhale of megumi’s chest, the warm caress of sunshine on your cheek, the silence in the air serene.

like time suspended, both of you existed here and now. no curses, no teachers, no classmates, just you and him. him and you.

“read to me?” you asked, voice a bit softer, inquiring, yearning to connect to him, to lose yourself in the way his voice would form syllables, the deep timbre hugging the words close. he knew just how to give soul to the words, how to string them along to form a sentence; when to stop, when to continue, when to give time for its meaning to sicker.

he didn’t answer for a little while, and you didn’t push him to.

when sleep knocked on your door, trying to settle over you like a thick blanket, that was when his voice infiltrated the space between you both. low, settled, a bit awkward but steady.

the sun kept dancing over your face to the edge of the couch to the floor, and time kept pretending it didn’t exist. your hand on his leg stayed there, warm, seeking, and he never flinched, never stopped reading. page after page of seemingly boring medicinal properties of tea, yet it came to life with the care that he spilled forth his being.

one hand of his quietly found its way through the strands of your hair.

AUTHOR'S NOTE | for the nonnie, who asked me to write for megumi: i'm working on it!!! you have actually spurred my mind on to do a deep dive into megumi's psyche and,,,, nfgnghnngn so i'm so sorry if it'll take a bit longer. i just!!! have an idea!! and need to put it to paper!!

have this little domestic moment between megumi and yn tho in the meanwhile! :33

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katsbakugou · 2 months ago

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𝑻𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒌 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅

— 𝒀/𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚.

⋆☆　 katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆　warning : swearing , sexual talk , mention of pounding , fluff , drabble

•❣•୨୧　wc : 990

-ˋˏ authors note : 2 stories in 1 day!!! This idea popped up when I got home from college. anyways! let me know if I missed anything !!! Enjoy !!!

It was a regular day, and Katsuki was at home, seated at the dining table, as he worked through reports from yesterday's mission. Focused and serious, he barely looked up from the papers in front of him. Upstairs in their shared bedroom, Y/n lay sprawled on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok out of boredom.

As she swiped through videos, one in particular caught her attention—a girl asking her boyfriend to take off her bra, and the way he smoothly unhooked it made her giggle. An idea sparked. Why not try it on Katsuki? With a mischievous smile, Y/n sat up, taking off her shirt, only wearing her bra. She headed downstairs, calling out, "Katsuki?" He didn’t look up. “Hmm?” he hummed distractedly, still buried in paperwork. “I wanna see how fast you can take off my bra,” Y/n said, tilting her head with a teasing smile. Katsuki finally looked up, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?” “Uh… I saw this trend on TikTok,” she explained, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. “A girl asked her boyfriend to take off her bra to see how fast he could do it…” She trailed off, embarrassed. Katsuki stared at her for a moment, stress etched all over his face. “No,” he said flatly, turning back to his paperwork. “Katsukiiiiii!” Y/n whined, grabbing his shoulders and giving them a playful shake. “ ’m not doing ya dumb TikTok trends,” he grumbled. “You don’t love me,” she pouted dramatically. “Never said that, woman,” he muttered, glancing back at her. “Please, Katsu—just this once? I swear I’ll stop after!” He sighed sharply. “No.” “But—” Without another word, Katsuki stood up in front of her, his arms went behind and with one swift motion, unhooked the bra like a pro. It slipped off and fell to the floor, leaving Y/n stunned—and topless. “Katsuki!” she shrieked, covering her chest. “What now?” he asked, deadpan. “That was too fast!” she said, eyes wide.

“What? Ya told me to do it. So why’re ya complaining, woman?” Katsuki asked, his tone flat and unbothered. Y/n, still in shock, stared at him. “How did you unhook it so fast?!” Katsuki glanced at her briefly before plopping back down in his chair and returning to his reports, completely ignoring her flustered reaction. “Katsuki!” she called out again, pouting. “Seriously, how did you do it that fast? Be honest—have you done this before? With other girls?” She crossed her arms, sulking now, suspicion creeping into her voice. Katsuki froze and whipped his head around. “Huh?! Are ya serious right now?” Irritation written all over his face. “Ya already know ya were my first, so don’t start spouting shit like that, woman.” Y/n stayed quiet, still pouting as she looked away, clearly not over the shock of his move. "My boyfriend of four years is out here having sexual encounters with other women..." Y/n muttered dramatically before flopping onto the couch in defeat. Katsuki let out a deep sigh, setting his reports aside and walking into the living room. He crouched in front of her, bringing his face close to hers. “Princess, stop,” he said softly.

“Ya already know I’m yers. So why the hell are ya sayin’ stupid shit like that?” His voice was gentle, even if he wasn’t the best with words. “I love ya. Only ya.” Y/n turned her head away, still pouting. “No, you don’t.” Katsuki groaned quietly before gently turning her face back toward him and placing a soft kiss on her lips. “I love every part of ya,” he said, voice low and sincere. “The way ya body fits perfectly against mine… the way ya hand slips right into mine like it was made for it. I don’t want anyone else. Just ya.” He kissed her again, firmer this time, and Y/n squirmed slightly, trying to hide the blush blooming across her cheeks. "Stop making excuses," Y/n muttered, pulling away from the kiss. Katsuki smirked. “Then maybe I should find someone new, huh?” Y/n immediately sat up, eyes narrowed. “No, you are not.” He laughed at her reaction. “What? Didn’t ya just say I don’t love ya?” “Katsuki!” she huffed, smacking his shoulder. He just kept laughing. “Go put ya bra back on before I lose the last bit of restraint I’ve got,” he growled, eyes flicking down to her bare chest. “Then do it—if you love me,” she challenged, arms crossed. Before she could react, a firm smack landed on her butt, making her yelp. “Ow! Katsuki, that hurt,” she winced, rubbing the spot. “Ya say that, but ya like it more when we’re in bed, don’t ya?” he shot back with a raised brow. “Ugh, you’re such a pain,” she grumbled, turning to head upstairs. “Hurry up, I’ll be up there in a sec,” he called after her, pointing toward the stairs. “You’re disgusting,” she said, tossing him a fake-disgusted look as she paused in front of him. Katsuki leaned in, grinning.

“Ya won’t be sayin’ that when my cock is pounding the fuck out of ya, takin’ my time devouring every inch.” Y/n gave him an exaggerated look of horror. “I feel violated.” “Shut up and get upstairs,” he laughed, swatting her butt again as she squealed and ran off giggling. “Damn woman’s a whole headache,” he muttered fondly, picking up her bra from the floor. With a chuckle, he switched off the lights and followed her upstairs into their shared bedroom.

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whatifitis · 6 months ago

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♡ You Make Me Crazier - LN 4 ♡

Summary: this is based off this request! Lando spends most of the night playing Tarkov with Max and ends up keeping his gf awake for hours. so guess who's in a bad mood in the morning while the other is just vibing 😀

WC: 1781

CW: fluff, lando being loud (NOT IN THAT WAY PERVS), pillow tossing

Finally, the end of the season has come and the peace can begin. Lando and yourself had joined the team in celebration of Mclaren winning the constructors’. But Lando decided to leave the party quite early as he’d wanted to play some Tarkov with Max. You didn’t argue, you were pretty exhausted from such an eventful day, you were excited to hop into bed and get some much needed rest while Lando played some games.

The two of you had arrived back in your hotel room and Lando quickly pressed a kiss to your lips before letting you know he was going to play Tarkov immediately. You watched him race to the desk with his laptop. You didn’t mind him playing video games, you knew it did him some good. Tarkov was sort of a safe place for him to forget about the real world a bit and you were grateful that he had something like that. Although, you’re not sure how he finds that game peaceful as it is one of the most stressful games you know of. It’s not like Animal Crossing where you just talk to villagers and hunt and gather.

You got ready for bed, taking a nice shower to get rid of the smell from being out all day and partying. You think there was a bit of rose water still in your hair. Taking your time, you smile as you hear Lando’s laughter from the main room. It’s rare to hear it nowadays.

Once you’re ready for bed, you walk over to Lando and tap him on the shoulder, “Love, I’m going to sleep now. Don’t stay up late, we have to be at the track early tomorrow for testing. And don’t be too loud, I wanna sleep a decent amount and I don’t want another noise complaint from the hotel.” you tease.

“Alright, darling. I’ll try and keep it down and I won’t be long. Goodnight.” he says as he softly kisses you before returning to his gaming session.

You got settled into bed and closed your eyes, ready to drift into a peaceful sleep. But the universe decided you weren’t going to sleep yet as Lando could not, for the life of him, keep it down. One second he was laughing his head off and the next he was doing some sort of accent that was a mix of German and Bulgarian?

Slightly opening your eyes, you peer up at him and you silently scold him for being too noisy. You grab a small pillow off the bed and toss it in his direction, watching as it bounces off his back a bit. You can hear as he whispers “Guys, I think I fucked up.” before removing his headphones and turning to look at you, “I’m sorry, love. I’ll keep it down now, swear.”

With that statement, you flop back down and sink into the bed. Thinking you’ve successfully gotten him to quiet down, until you hear him nearly wheezing from something Max said. This went on for another few hours, each minute passing you got more annoyed. But you didn’t want to say anything because you knew that these moments were hard for Lando to get and you knew he needed this time a lot. He needed to spend time with his friends and enjoy himself. He deserved it.

So there you were, eyes dry as Oscar Piastri’s humor, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, waiting for Lando to log off for the night. You look at the clock and it was already 2 am. Your alarm was set for 7:30 am so that you could get ready and maybe eat before heading to the track. You cursed the universe and time difference, questioning what you did to deserve 5 hours of sleep.

Finally, you heard Lando tell Max that he was done for the night and that he was logging off.

Praise the lord.

Lando shut his laptop and quietly got up from his seat, turning to see you still awake and on your phone.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“Are you for real?” you blankly stare at him.

“What?”

“You were still loud, Lan. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me to shut up? More than once? You know I’m not a very good listener.” he jokes.

“I know. But you love being able to play Tarkov and stuff with Max and them. I didn’t want to stop you from doing that.”

“Oh, baby. Next time smack me over the head. I don’t like that I kept you up for so long.” he says, walking to sit by you on the bed.

“It’s okay, Lan. Seriously. I can still get about 5 hours of sleep.”

“That’s absolute rubbish. Why don’t you sleep in? You can meet me on the track later or you can spend the day relaxing.”

“Nah. I wanna go with you and see the car. I also wanna mock Zak cause I know he’s gonna be hungover as fuck.” you laugh.

“Fine. But I’ll make sure you get some Celsius tomorrow, even though they don’t sponsor Mclaren! Monster does. Just make sure to cover the can if there’s cameras.”

“Thanks. Now shut up so I can sleep.” you say, rolling to sleep on your side.

“Alright, we’ll sleep now. Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight, gorgeous.”

-=+=-

It was indeed not a goodnight. You woke up to your alarm blaring loudly in your ear. Your eyes felt as if they were glued shut, you couldn’t open them to turn off your alarm. After a few attempts of trying to find your phone with your eyes closed, you reached over to Lando and shoved him, “Lando, turn it off. If it keeps ringing, I’m gonna kick both you and the phone into a wall!”

“Damn, someone’s already in a bad mood.” Lando mutters as he reaches across your body to grab your phone and mute it.

Finally, some peace and quiet. That was, until Lando’s own alarm started going off. You were already off your rocker and his alarm sent you off the edge. He was still hovering over you and setting your phone back down so you end up “accidentally” tossing him off the bed with your eyes shut. All you heard was the thud that came from his body hitting the floor.

Lando was so thrown off. He quickly stood up with his hands on his hips as he stared down at you. “Okay, I was gonna let you off for slapping me awake and making me turn off your alarm. But that was rude! You just tossed me off the bed. Not cool, babe.”

“Your fault for keeping me up for so long. Now I’ve had about 5 hours of sleep and you’re already on my nerves.”

“Since I’m so generous, I’ll let you sleep 10 more minutes. If you don’t wake up, I’ll be rolling you off the bed.” With that, he softly kisses your head and goes and gets ready for the day.

Lando had taken a shower and gotten dressed, so it was time to awaken the beast, aka you.

He quietly walked over to your sleeping figure and sat next to you. Gently, he places a hand on your back and slowly rubs it, letting you know it had been 15 minutes and that it was time for you to wake up. He was met with an annoyed groan and a swatting away of his hand.

“Okay, wake up. If you don’t get up now, I’ll make sure all the Celsius and coffee are hidden from you today.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” you side eye him.

“Oh I would.” He smiles cheekily.

“Piss off.” you, hitting him with a pillow, causing him to dramatically flop onto the floor.

“Damn, you make me fall all the time. I’m so unbelievably in love with you.” he says, trying to flash you a cheeky smile but you were not having it. You got out of bed and locked yourself in the backroom so you could get ready for the day.

After about 4 minutes, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Through muffled sounds, you could hear your boyfriend begging to be let in, “Baby, can you let me in please. I feel so lonely and bored. I want to hug you, please. Let me in, please. Let me innn, let me innnnnnn.”

As much as he was pissing you off, you loved him too much to leave him out there alone. Plus, you were sure he was going to break something, a bone, if he’s left unsupervised for too long. Opening the door, you watched as Lando slid down the door and onto the floor. He was leaning on the door with all his weight so he didn’t land gracefully.

“Oh would you look at that? I’ve fallen for you, again!” he laughs, still you’re not having it.

You go back to doing your makeup in the mirror. You’re focused on your eyeliner when you feel something, Lando, grab your ankles. He pulls himself closer and wraps himself around your legs.

“Koala mode. Oscah mode. Mark Webbah mode.”

“Off.” you try to shake him off.

“Not until you love me again.”

“I still love you, somehow. Get off.” you try and shake him off again.

“Please. Please. PLEEEAAASSSEE” he squeals.

“Lan! Up.”

Almost as if he were a soldier being commanded, he jumped up to his feet.

“I’m sorry, babe. Really, I am. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” he says, hugging you from behind and planting soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, “I shouldn’t have stayed up for so long and yelled so much. I’ll be better, I promise. Please, forgive me.” he’s gone all soft now, truly afraid he’s messed up.

You turn in his arms to face him, “Lan, listen to me, yeah? As much as your late night gaming can annoy me, I wouldn’t change it for the world. There’s a sense of peace I feel whenever I get to hear you talk and laugh. People would claw for pieces to get that type of peace. So don’t worry. I still love you and will continue loving you. Even if it means less sleep. You still owe me a Celsius though.” you smile at him.

His heart feels like it’s surrounded by butterflies. He loved hearing how much you love him and he’s relieved that you aren’t too mad at him.

He softly connects your lips with his. He only feels happy and safe when he’s with you. So he thanks god everyday for you. He also thanks god for the fact that you can be bribed with Celsius.

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paxtito · 7 months ago

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and they were roommates

pairings: tara x reader (g!p)

word count: 2717

warnings: smut 18+, masturbating, oral (r receiving), p in v, swearing

summary: tara is out running errands, she’d be gone for hours- or so you thought

a/n: i’m working on multiple request atm— wenclair x reader one and the radiohead song (i’m just listening and reading the song to get an idea atm) also thank you to the anon for requesting this and their kind words!

The dorm is quiet, unusually so, and it’s kind of nice. Tara had mentioned heading out for the day—something about running errands and meeting up with Sam—and while you’re used to the hum of her presence, the silence isn’t unwelcome.

You glance around the shared space. It’s small but cozy, a mix of her personality and yours crammed into every corner. Her side of the room is meticulously organized—her books stacked neatly, her bed made with precision. In contrast, your side looks… well, lived-in. A pile of clothes rests precariously on your desk chair, and your bed is a haphazard mess of blankets and pillows.

You plop onto your bed, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly through social media. Without Tara around, you’re left to your own devices—literally. You snort at a meme, sending it to her out of habit.

“That’s stupid,” she’d probably reply, but there’d be a hint of fondness in it.

After a while, you glance at the clock. Noon. The day stretches ahead, and you find yourself feeling restless. You could clean up your side of the room, but… nah. Instead, you wander over to Tara’s desk.

Her books catch your eye first—old classics mixed with crime thrillers and a few surprisingly heartfelt poetry collections. You pick one up, flipping through the pages idly. A note scribbled in the margin catches your attention, her handwriting sharp and deliberate: “This makes no sense. Why didn’t he just leave?”

You chuckle softly. Even in her annotations, Tara’s blunt honesty shines through.

Your gaze drifts to her bulletin board. It’s a mix of pinned photos, ticket stubs, and little reminders. One of the pictures is of the two of you, taken on move-in day. You’re grinning like an idiot, throwing up a peace sign, while she’s glaring at the camera, her arms crossed—but there’s a subtle upturn to her lips that gives her away.

You flop onto your bed, the old springs creaking under your weight. The small TV in the corner flickers to life as you jab at the remote, the sound of canned laughter filling the room. It's some trashy reality show, but it's mindless and distracting—just what you need right now.

As you settle in, your gaze drifts around the room. Tara's side is always so pristine, everything in its place. It's annoying how tidy she is. You, on the other hand... well, your side looks like a bomb went off in a thrift store.

You reach for the bag of chips on your nightstand, tearing it open with a loud rip. The salty scent mingles with the faint smell of Tara's lavender body spray, creating a strange but not unpleasant odor.

You munch away, eyes glued to the screen, as snippets of conversation from the show drift through your thoughts.

"I think I'm going to kill her," one of the contestants is saying, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

You snort. Yeah, right. They're all too busy primping and preening to actually do anything. Unlike the Ghostface killers, they've got no balls.

You check the time again, just to be sure. Tara won't be back for at least a couple of hours. With the coast clear, a mischievous grin spreads across your face. Time to take advantage of the privacy.

You reach over to your bedside table, fishing around in the drawer until your fingers close around the cool, smooth bottle of lotion. You pop the cap open with practiced ease, squirting a generous amount into your palm. The slick, slightly cold sensation sends a shiver down your spine as you rub your hands together, warming the lotion.

With your other hand, you unlock your phone and pull up your favorite porn site. Your fingers fly over the screen as you type in your search, already feeling the familiar stirrings of arousal. A few taps later, and a video starts playing, the sounds of moaning and grunting filling the now-silent room.

You settle back against your pillow, one hand already slipping beneath the waistband of your sweatpants. Your cock is already half-hard, twitching in anticipation. You wrap your fingers around it, giving it a slow stroke as you watch the scene unfold on your screen.

You stroke your cock slowly, teasingly, savoring the building pleasure. Your other hand roams over your chest, pinching and tweaking a nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. The dual sensations send sparks of electricity shooting through your body, making your hips buck up into your touch.

On screen, the actress lets out a particularly loud moan, and you match it with a groan of your own. Fuck, that's hot.

Just as you're getting into a rhythm, the door to your dorm swings open without warning. You freeze, your hand still wrapped around your throbbing cock, as Tara steps inside.

"Shit!" she exclaims, her eyes widening as she takes in the scene before her. You're sprawled on your bed, pants pulled down, phone in hand, and a sticky puddle of lube on your stomach.

Mortification floods through you, and you frantically try to cover yourself, grabbing a pillow and pressing it over your lap. Your face burns with embarrassment, and you can't meet Tara's gaze.

"I-I thought you said you'd be gone for hours!" you stammer, trying to come up with some excuse. But there's no hiding what you were doing.

Tara stands in the doorway, frozen in shock. Her eyes dart between your flushed face and the pillow. After a moment, she seems to shake herself out of her stupor.

Tara's eyes flick down to the pillow, then back up to your face. Her expression is unreadable, but there's a glint in her eye that makes your stomach flutter with nerves and excitement.

She steps further into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The sound seems to echo in the tense silence.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," she says, her voice low and teasing. She saunters over to your bed, the mattress dipping under her weight as she sits on the edge.

Your breath hitches as she reaches out, her fingers brushing against the pillow in your lap. Slowly, she pulls it away, revealing your straining erection. You whimper at the sudden exposure, the cool air hitting your overheated skin.

Tara's gaze rakes over your cock, and you feel yourself grow even harder under her scrutiny. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, and your hips twitch involuntarily.

"Looks like you were in the middle of something," she purrs, her hand resting lightly on your thigh. Her touch is electric, sending shivers racing up your spine.

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be back so soon," you manage to say, your voice coming out breathier than you intended.

Tara leans in closer, her breath ghosting over your ear. "Don't apologize," she whispers, her lips brushing against your skin. "I think I can help with that."

And then, before you can process what's happening, she's sliding down your body, her hands pushing your legs apart. You gasp as her mouth hovers over your cock, her hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin.

"Fuck, Tara," you groan, your fingers tangling in her hair as she takes you into her mouth. The wet heat of her tongue is almost too much to bear, and you buck your hips, desperate for more.

Tara hums around you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. She bobs her head, taking you deeper each time, her hand wrapping around the base of your cock.

Your head falls back against the pillows as Tara works her magic. Her mouth is a wonder, hot and wet and so damn perfect. You can feel every ridge and valley of her tongue as it glides along your shaft, tracing the veins and swirling around the head.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," you groan, your hips rocking up to meet her movements. Your fingers tighten in her hair, gently guiding her pace.

Tara hums in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. She takes you deeper, her nose brushing against your pubic bone as she swallows around you.

The sight of her, head bobbing in your lap, lips stretched obscenely around your cock, is almost too much to handle. You feel yourself getting close, your balls tightening and your stomach muscles clenching.

"Tara, I'm gonna..." you warn, your voice strained and breathless.

But she doesn't pull away. Instead, she doubles down, her head moving faster, her hand pumping in tandem. She looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes dark with lust and something else, something intense and hungry.

It's too much. With a guttural groan, you explode in her mouth, your cock pulsing as you spill your seed down her throat. She swallows it all, not spilling a single drop, and continues to suck and lick until you're spent.

Finally, she releases you with a lewd pop, sitting back on her heels and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks immensely pleased with herself, a satisfied smirk on her kiss-swollen lips.

You collapse back onto the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Your whole body feels like jelly, boneless and sated.

"Holy shit," you breathe, running a hand through your sweat-dampened hair. "That was... wow."

Tara giggles, the sound low and sultry. She crawls up your body, straddling your hips and leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

You roll over, pinning Tara beneath you on the bed. She looks up at you, her eyes dark and hooded with desire. You capture her lips in another heated kiss, your tongue delving into her mouth to taste yourself on her tongue.

Your hands roam her body, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to caress the smooth skin of her stomach. She arches into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Breaking the kiss, you sit up and pull her shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly aside. Your eyes drink in the sight of her, clad only in a lacy bra. You lean down, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the swell of her cleavage.

Tara's fingers thread through your hair, tugging gently as she holds you to her. "More," she breathes, her voice husky with need.

You oblige, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It falls away, freeing her breasts to your hungry gaze. You take a moment to admire them, full and perfect, before lowering your head to take one pebbled nipple into your mouth.

Tara gasps, her back arching off the bed. You lavish attention on her breast, sucking and nibbling until she's writhing beneath you. Your hand slides down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her jeans.

"These need to go," you murmur against her skin, hooking your fingers in the denim and pulling it down her legs. She lifts her hips to help, kicking the jeans off and leaving her in just a pair of matching lace panties.

You sit back on your heels, taking in the sight of her laid out before you, flushed and wanting. Your cock twitches, already hardening again. You reach down to push your own pants fully off, kicking them away.

Tara's eyes widen as she takes in your naked form, her gaze zeroing in on your erection. "Fuck, you're so hot," she breathes, her hand reaching out to wrap around you.

You grind your cock against her, feeling the heat of her through the thin lace. Tara gasps, her hips lifting to meet yours, seeking more friction. The rough drag of your hard length against her clothed clit sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you both.

"Please," she whimpers, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "I need you inside me."

You don't make her wait any longer. Hooking your fingers in her panties, you yank them down her legs, tossing them aside carelessly. Tara spreads her legs wider, inviting you in.

You position yourself at her entrance, the head of your cock nudging against her slick folds. Tara's breath hitches, her eyes fluttering closed as you press forward.

You sink into her inch by delicious inch, groaning at the tight, wet heat enveloping you. Tara is so fucking perfect, her walls gripping you like a vice. You bottom out, your hips flush against hers, buried to the hilt inside her.

"Fuck, you feel so good," you pant, fighting the urge to just start pounding into her. Instead, you hold still, letting her adjust to the stretch.

Tara rolls her hips, urging you on. "Move," she demands, her nails raking down your back.

You don't need to be told twice. You start to thrust, setting a steady rhythm that has you both gasping and moaning. The room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and the creaking of the bed.

Tara wraps her legs around your waist, using the leverage to meet your thrusts. Her tits bounce with every snap of your hips, and you lean down to capture a nipple in your mouth, sucking hard.

"Yes, just like that," Tara hisses, her head thrashing on the pillow. "Don't stop."

You have no intention of stopping. You fuck her hard and fast, chasing your pleasure and hers. The coil of heat in your belly winds tighter and tighter, signaling your impending release.

You can feel your orgasm building, your balls tightening and your thrusts becoming erratic. But you force yourself to slow down, to focus on Tara's pleasure instead of your own.

Tara's nails dig into your shoulders, her teeth sinking into your neck as she holds on for dear life. Her walls flutter around you, tightening and releasing in a rhythm that tells you she's close.

You redouble your efforts, angling your hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. Tara keens, her body tensing beneath you.

You reach between your bodies, finding her clit with your fingers. Tara bucks against your hand, her hips moving in frantic circles as you rub tight circles over the sensitive nub. You can feel her getting closer, her inner walls starting to flutter around your cock.

"Come on, baby," you urge, your voice low and rough. "Come for me."

Tara's body goes rigid, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her. She cries out, her pussy clamping down on you like a vice as she comes undone.

The feeling of her coming around your cock is too much. With a guttural groan, you pull out, your hand flying over your shaft as you stroke yourself to completion. Your cum spurts out, painting Tara's stomach in thick, white ropes.

You collapse beside her, both of you panting and sweaty. Tara turns her head to look at you, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face.

"That was intense," she murmurs, reaching out to brush a sweat-dampened lock of hair from your forehead.

You grab some tissues from the box on your nightstand, quickly wiping the cum from Tara's stomach. She sighs contentedly as you clean her, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

As you toss the used tissues aside, you can't help but let your gaze wander over her naked form. Tara is a vision, her skin flushed and glowing, her hair splayed out on the pillow like a halo. She looks thoroughly debauched, and the sight sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through you.

But then reality starts to set in. You just had sex with your roommate. Your best friend. What does this mean for your relationship? Will things be awkward now?

Tara seems to sense your thoughts. She sits up, pulling the sheet around her naked body. "Hey," she says softly, reaching out to cup your cheek. "We okay?"

You nod, not quite trusting yourself to speak. Tara smiles, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Good," she murmurs against your mouth. "Because I want to do that again. Soon."

With that, she hops off the bed, completely unselfconscious in her nudity. She pads over to her closet, rummaging around for something to wear.

You watch her, your mind still reeling. What have you gotten yourself into?

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request: where reader and Tara are roommates and reader thinks Tara is out so reader starts to masturbate but Tara comes home early and walks in on reader so she gives a helping hand (a blow job) then they do it yk?

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #x reader #tara carpenter x g!p reader #tara x you #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter fanfic #tara carpenter smut #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x g!p reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega smut #x g!p reader

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littlelovelunette · 4 months ago

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Sevika and her wife (reader) are really sleepy and they're both heading to bed but once reader's head hits the pillow, they start doing that revenge bedtime thing(so pretty much reader's just on their phone doing whatever), so Sevika tries to get them to stop bc they rlly need sleep

Phone Later

Sevika was exhausted.

It had been a long day—one filled with fights, late-night dealings, and more bullshit than she cared to deal with. The only thing keeping her going was the thought of sinking into bed beside you, finally getting some damn sleep.

You were just as tired—she could tell from the way you had leaned against her on the walk back to your shared room, eyes barely staying open.

You had even mumbled something about how you couldn’t wait to sleep when she helped you change into something more comfortable.

So why the hell were you still awake?

Sevika was already half-asleep, her body sinking into the mattress, when she felt the soft glow of a screen against her eyelids. She cracked one eye open. Grey eye reflecting the light of your phone as she peered to see your mindless scrolling, snoring muted when she woke.

You were lying beside her, head propped up on the pillow, phone held inches from your face.

Your fingers scrolled mindlessly, eyes locked on whatever held your attention.

She groaned. "Seriously?"

"Hmm?" you murmured absentmindedly, not looking up.

Sevika exhaled sharply through her nose, rolling onto her side to face you. "We literally just got in bed. You were just complaining about how tired you were."

"I know," you admitted, voice groggy, but your thumb kept swiping. "Just… five minutes."

Sevika narrowed her eyes. "That's what you said last night. And the night before that."

You didn’t answer, too absorbed in whatever nonsense was keeping you awake.

With a tired sigh, Sevika reached out and snatched the phone right out of your hands and placed it away on the bedside table.

"Hey!" you protested, reaching for it but Sevika held you down by her flesh hand.

"Sleep first. Phone tomorrow," she said flatly, arm like a heavy log over your body.

You huffed, flopping onto your back dramatically. "You're such a mother."

Sevika snorted. "Yeah? And you're a menace."

A smirk tugged at her lips as she rolled onto her back. When you tried to climb over her to grab your phone, she caught your wrists easily with one hand, flipping you onto your side and locking you in place.

"Sevika!" you whined, wiggling against her hold.

She only hummed, tucking her face into your neck. "Mhm. Keep squirming and I'll just hold you tighter."

You huffed again but stilled, defeated. After a moment, you grumbled, "This is unfair."

"Life's unfair. Now sleep."

You sighed, finally relaxing against her. Your body molded into hers naturally, warmth spreading between you.

Sevika smirked, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder. "See? Not so hard, huh?"

You mumbled something incoherent, already slipping into unconsciousness.

Sevika chuckled softly, finally letting her own exhaustion pull her under.

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heartyluv · 12 days ago

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Note: —Click here— to see the original request! Am I ovulating? Yes, yes I am LOLLL. Thank you so, so much for the kind words, pretty 🥹!! I’m sorry this took me a little bit to get to, but I hope you like it! Sylus would actually cure me right now, btw.

Creds to @/sisterlucifergraphics for the dividers!

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1.9K

Sylus/Reader - Ovulating

Today has been nothing short of absolutely fucking difficult. While your boyfriend has been busy since the warm sun rose, you’ve been trying to get him to notice how badly you needed him to fuck your brains out.

And it was all because you were ovulating.

Of course, you wanted to sleep with that man at any given opportunity you had, but when you were like this? You didn’t want to do anything but lay flat on your back, your sides, or with your ass arched in the air as he pumped you full of his cum.

It’s like you needed him to breed you, and it drove you insane that it wasn’t your current reality at the moment.

Typically when you got this insatiable, Sylus was more than willing to fulfill your filthy desires. But he’s been terribly busy for a man who’s supposed to be enjoying a day off.

You first felt the ache when you woke up to see him already gone as you stirred beneath the silk black sheets. It was like your pussy could feel his absence just as much as your eyes could see it.

The dilemma in your panties only got worse when you found him on the phone in nothing but his black underwear that made you jealous of them for being able to touch his cock like you wished you were doing. He was the embodiment of perfection, calmly making demands into the expensive device in his hand. Your kisses down his shoulders and back didn’t deter Sylus as he told the man responsible for his ports on the other end of the line to be prepared for the shipments he was setting up.

Not even the brief heated makeout session you had against the counter while you caressed his hard body, was enough to show him how much you were aching. He simply pressed a far more gentle kiss to your lips before he whispered “good morning, sweetie” and went about his day.

You tried your luck again when he was in his office in the early afternoon. When you saw that he was still on the phone, you wanted so badly to toss it at the wall and watch it crumble to pieces before you pulled his cock out and bounced on him as he praised you for doing it.

You felt like a cavewoman. It got that serious for you.

He was discussing something that held no importance to your lust-filled brain when you tried kissing down his neck. Your hand cascaded down his chest, then his abdomen before you palmed him through the silk pajama pants he threw on earlier. You saw the way he looked at you in the corner of his eye, a smirk sporting on his lips when he paused his conversation briefly. In that moment, you thought—no you knew—you had him.

He was finally about to bend you over his desk, pull your shorts down, and your panties to the side.

But what did he do instead? He resumed to converse about money, ammunition, dates, and meetings like you weren’t on the verge of tears beside him. You were livid, huffing out the most agitated breath of a lifetime before storming out of the office and flopping down on the couch in the living room.

You tried to distract yourself with TV, mindlessly pressing the button that allowed you to scroll through lists of things you didn’t even want to bother yourself with. But then you felt a pleasure that—while it wasn’t what you wanted—felt so damn good.

At some point, your panties began to dig in between your pussy lips. When you shifted your hips a certain way and they’d grind against your clit just right? You couldn’t stop yourself from exploring more of that pleasure.

You could’ve easily went upstairs and touched yourself, got your pussy nice and wet as you brought the slick that gathered up to your hard clit to grant yourself some relief. But one thing Sylus taught you? Never settle.

And pleasing yourself with your slender digits would never fulfill you the way his fingers or his cock could. But with the position you were currently in, you’d be damned if you don’t take advantage of it.

You didn’t move from where you sat so that the friction stayed right where you needed. Bracing your hands behind you flat on the couch cushion, you began to hump against the cotton with vigor. Moans spilled out of you uncontrollably and you were in no mood to try and contain them. You wanted him to hear you, to know what he was missing.

“Fuck…mm..” you whined as you quickly felt your orgasm already approaching. You were so sensitive and incredibly needy that you nearly weeped. Your toes were curling in your efforts with your bottom lip being pulled by your teeth. And just as you were getting ready to come, your eyes fluttered open to see Sylus leaning against the doorframe of his now open office door.

Him startling you did stop your movements, but the need only grew. Your chest rose and fell in unison with the throbbing in your undoubtedly soaked panties.

“Please,” he smirked, tilting his head. “Don’t let me stop you.”

“Sylus…” you whimpered, your back arching like your body is gravitating toward him. “I need you. I need you so bad..”

“Ah.” His red eyes scanned down your body before returning to your flushed face. “Is that what you wanted all along?”

“You know that’s what I wanted!” you exclaim with irritation.

“I am a man capable of many, many things. But unfortunately, mind reading is not on the list of my abilities, kitten.”

He begins to approach you, your hungry cunt clenching tirelessly when the mix of his expensive cologne and natural pheromones fills your nostrils. “If you wanted me to fuck you, it would’ve been in your best interest to use your words.”

“That’s not even fair!” you mewl shakily like a cat in heat when he caresses your jaw.

“Life isn’t fair but when I came into yours, I told you that whatever you needed from me, you tell me. Did I not?”

“You did.”

“So tell me again what it is that you need. Perhaps if you ask politely I’ll give it to you.”

“I need you to fuck me, Sy…Please, I need your cock so much it hurts…”

“I know you do.” He brings you to your feet when you place your palm in his outstretched hand. “It’s an insult to that pretty pussy of yours to think that she would be pleased with pitiful fabric.”

Like you’ve been given oxygen, you inhale sharply as he kisses down your neck. “You’re going to take what you want from me and I want you to remember this edacious hunger in between your legs the next time you think actions speak louder than words.”

You paw at him like what he said went in one ear and out the other. In truth, you’re just unable to answer, but he knows you heard. You almost beg again when he pulls away, but to see him at your disposal when he sits on the couch with his legs spread wide, makes your spring into action.

Tugging your panties and shorts off, you eye the bulge that’s grown beneath the dark colored material of his pants. Stepping out of the small bunch, you climb into his lap and your hands are ravenous as they pull roughly on the silver-white strands of his soft hair. Sylus groans beneath you and smirks knowingly into your avid kisses.

You inhale him selfishly like you need to have his scent all over and in you.

Your pussy grinds against the soft silk, heat burning within you as the heaviness of his cock that you’re growing more and more crazy for, teases you with what you could have if you just took him out.

That’s exactly what you do next, becoming frustrated with how long you feel it’s taking the more you tug on his waistband.

“Help me,” you whine. “Take them off.”

“Good job, sweetie,” he coos. “You’ve always known how to learn fairly quickly.” He’s teasing you, but the lowered tone of his voice and the way he breathes deeply, tells you he’s just as needy as you are.

When your boyfriend gets his cock out, the last thing you want to do right now is stroke it or admire it like you typically do. Instead, you put yourself back right where you were before you gave him room to free himself and begged him to put it in.

Tears pooled in your eyes when his tip first pushed inside. Your breath fanned across his face the more bated it became as you sank down to feel every hard and veiny inch inside your tight walls.

He felt so good that you didn’t even want to move.

“Don’t stop now,” he kissed your nose and then the tear that rolled down your cheek. “Make us come, kitten. Show me how badly you needed me.”

You squeeze his cock tighter, giving yourself leverage by holding onto the back of his neck. Grinding is always your favorite when you’re on top, so you do it slowly to savor the feeling. His large hands hold onto your waist with every fluid motion and it fills your body with so much love.

When you begin to make your hips rise and fall, Sylus meets you in your movements by thrusting upwards to hit deeply where you’ve been craving him.

“Sy…You feel so good inside me..”

He kisses your shoulder when you press closer him. “My cum will make it even better,” he chuckles breathlessly through a groan.

The way your tightness clings to him and the way he fulfills you always makes you feel like you were puzzle pieces created for one another.

You hold onto him like he’ll disappear the moment you let go as you fuck him on the large couch. Both of you are moaning, grunting, and panting into each other’s ear, no words needed as you chase the high you’ve been pleading for.

His cock pleases you effortlessly with every stroke inside of your heat. You can feel every twitch and addition of precum that’s added to the mix of fluids being pumped inside of your cunt.

You were already on the verge of an orgasm before he got here, so you hope he’s just as close as you are.

“I’m about to c-come,” you tell him, nearly drooling.

“Good,” he grunts. “I’ve been waiting for you, sweetie.”

Knowing that he was ready to come already before you were and has been holding it, makes you double in your efforts. With your clit being stimulated by the small amount of pressure against his pelvis, your movements abruptly stop as your body jolts from your orgasm rocking your body.

Sylus needs only to thrust up into you three more times before he’s spilling his load deep into your pussy. Your walls keep clenching around him in an effort to make sure you recieve every drop of him.

Coming back to your senses, it’s like you feel human again after he gave you what you wanted.

“I apologize for my outburst.” You can’t help but laugh when you rest your forehead on your shoulder.

“No need to say sorry,” he assures, rubbing down your back. “I enjoy you like this.”

You purse your lips when you pull back to look into his hooded eyes and that know-it-all smirk. With a kiss to the corner of his mouth and still feeling him inside of you, you shake your head.

“I bet you do.”

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deespace smut #love and deepspace sylus #sylus smut #sylus x reader #sylus x you #lads smut #lads sylus

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gyuuberryy · 1 month ago

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bro, you good?

pairing: loser!beomgyu x best friend!reader

synopsis: beomgyu is the absolute worst best friend to have a crush on. he’s loud, clingy, and always in your space—flopping on your bed, stealing your snacks, and treating your personal bubble like it owes him rent. the worst part? he’s recently gotten hot. like, dangerously hot. and lately, messing with him has become your new favorite hobby, especially when a little harmless teasing leaves him red-faced and malfunctioning.

you were just having fun testing his limits. until you accidentally pushed too far… and he pushed back.

genre: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, comedy, suggestive content

warnings: heavy making out, suggestive content(no full smut), partial undressing, swearing, whiny!beomgyu, reader being a menace

note: first installment of my 2k celebration yayy! also this is based off beomgyu's part in "brain empty, just you". enjoyy!

word count: 4.6k

if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

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the absolute worst part about having a crush on choi beomgyu is that he makes it impossible to not have a crush on him. which is ridiculous, because he’s also the most annoying person you’ve ever met. loud, clingy, and constantly in your space like a human shaped parasite. he flops onto your bed like he owns it, steals your snacks without remorse, and treats your personal bubble like it’s public property. and yet—here you are, stuck pining after your best friend like some tragic rom-com side character.

it’s a perfectly normal weekend afternoon, the kind meant for lazy reading or mindlessly scrolling through your phone, when your bedroom door flies open with a dramatic bang. you don’t even have to look up to know who it is.

"i’m dying," beomgyu announces, like he’s delivering breaking news, before collapsing face first onto your bed. the mattress dips under his weight, and you barely manage to save your phone from being crushed under his flailing limbs.

"you’re heavy," you grumble, shoving at his shoulder.

he doesn’t budge. instead, he rolls onto his back, arms spread wide like a starfish, stealing even more of your space. his hair is still damp from a shower, tousled and slightly messy, and—god, why does he have to smell so good? it’s unfair. like, illegally unfair. fresh soap and something faintly citrusy, mixed with that stupid cologne he swears isn’t for anyone’s benefit but his own. you hate that you notice. you especially hate that it makes your stomach do a stupid little flip.

"how’d you even get in here?" you mutter, trying to sound annoyed instead of painfully aware of how close he is.

"your mom let me in, duh," he says, grinning up at you like he’s won something. "she loves me."

"she has terrible taste," you shoot back, but there’s no real bite to it. beomgyu knows it, too, because his grin only widens.

without asking, he snatches your phone right out of your hands, thumb already swiping through your notifications like he has every right to. "who’s texting you?" he asks, squinting at the screen. "is this junho? since when do you talk to junho?"

you lunge for the phone, but he holds it just out of reach, laughing when you half-climb over him in your attempt to grab it. "give it back, you nosy loser—"

"make me," he taunts, wiggling the phone above his head.

you huff, resorting to digging your fingers into his side, right where you know he’s ticklish. beomgyu yelps, jerking away, but in the chaos, your fingers brush against the bare strip of skin where his shirt has ridden up.

the second you make contact, his whole body tenses like he’s been electrocuted. his breath hitches, just barely, and his cheeks go pink. not just a little flushed—full on, unmistakably red.

you freeze.

beomgyu, who’s always the one invading your space, who slings an arm over your shoulders without thinking, who leans into every casual touch like it’s nothing, just short-circuited because you touched him.

and oh.

oh, this is interesting.

a slow, dangerous grin spreads across your face. beomgyu’s eyes widen like he already knows what’s coming. "what?" he asks, voice slightly higher than usual. "why are you looking at me like that?"

"like what?" you ask innocently, letting your fingers trail lightly over his waist again, just to see what happens.

he jolts, nearly falling off the bed. "hey!"

you can’t help it. you laugh, delighted by this newfound power. "what’s wrong, gyu? you’re always all over me. can’t handle it when it’s the other way around?"

"shut up," he mumbles, but he’s not meeting your eyes anymore, his ears still burning.

and just like that, a game is born.

because if there’s one thing you love more than anything, it’s messing with choi beomgyu. and if there’s one thing he apparently can’t handle?

it’s you.

it starts as a game—just harmless teasing, really. you don’t even mean for it to become a thing. but the way beomgyu reacts every single time your fingers accidentally brush his skin, or when you lean just a little too close under the pretence of looking at his phone screen—it’s addictive. like poking a sleeping bear and watching it startle awake, all clumsy limbs and flustered noises.

at first, you tell yourself you’re just doing it to annoy him. payback for all the times he’s invaded your space without permission, flopped onto your bed like he owns it, stolen bites of your food with that infuriating smirk. but then you notice the way his breath hitches when your knee bumps his under the table. the way his fingers twitch like he wants to reach back whenever you "fix" his collar, your touch lingering a second too long. the way his voice goes just a little higher when you whisper something close to his ear, like you’re sharing a secret.

it’s fascinating.

beomgyu, who’s always been the clingy one, the one who drapes himself over you without a second thought, suddenly can’t handle it when you initiate contact. and the more you test it, the more obvious it becomes that he’s not just flustered. he’s affected.

so you escalate.

you start "accidentally" letting your hand rest on his thigh when you’re sitting side by side, pretending not to notice the way his entire body goes rigid. you lean against him more than necessary when you’re tired, tucking your face into the crook of his neck just to feel the way his pulse jumps under your lips. you play with his hair while he’s trying to focus on something, twirling the soft strands between your fingers until he groans and swats at your hand, his cheeks pink.

and the best part? he never stops you.

he complains, sure. he whines and calls you annoying and shoves at your shoulders halfheartedly. but he never actually pulls away. if anything he leans into it, like he’s trying to prove he can take it, like he’s determined not to let you win.

which is how you end up here: beomgyu sprawled across your lap like an overgrown cat, his head heavy on your thighs as he scrolls through his phone. you’re both supposed to be studying, but neither of you has opened a textbook in at least an hour. instead, you’re absentmindedly running your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp the way you know makes him melt.

he’s trying so hard to act unaffected. but you can see the way his fingers have slowed on his screen, the way his breathing has evened out like he’s fighting not to sigh.

"you’re like a dog," you murmur, grinning when he cracks one eye open to glare at you.

"shut up," he mumbles, but there’s no real heat behind it.

you hum, dragging your nails gently down the back of his neck, and there—the full body shiver he tries (and fails) to suppress. you bite your lip to keep from laughing. "you good?"

"you’re the worst," he mutters, but he doesn’t move. doesn’t even try.

you’re about to tease him more, maybe poke his side, just to see him squirm, when suddenly, his hand shoots up and catches your wrust. your breath stutters.

beomgyu’s grip isn’t tight. it’s not rough or demanding. but the way his fingers circle your wrist, warm and firm, sends a jolt down your spine. your pulse jumps under his thumb.

for a second, neither of you moves.

then beomgyu tilts his head back to look at you, and—

oh.

his eyes are dark. not playful, not exasperated. just intense, in a way that makes your stomach flip.

"you’ve been messing with me all week," he says, voice low.

your throat feels dry. "i don’t know what you’re talking about."

he raises an eyebrow. "really."

"really," you say, but it comes out breathier than you mean it to.

beomgyu holds your gaze for a long, long second. then, slowly, he tugs your hand down—not away, but closer, until your palm is pressed flat against his chest. you can feel his heartbeat, rapid and unsteady, under your fingers.

"then keep going," he challenges, voice barely above a whisper. "since it’s nothing."

your brain short circuits.

because this—this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. he’s supposed to blush and sputter and shove you away like always. not dare you. not look at you like that.

your fingers twitch against his shirt.

beomgyu’s lips curl into a smirk. "what’s wrong?" he taunts, echoing your words from earlier. "can’t handle it when i push back?"

oh, it’s on.

you lean down before you can second guess yourself, your nose brushing his as you stop just short of his lips. his breath catches. "who said i was stopping?" you whisper.

beomgyu’s grip on your wrist tightens.

and then—

your mom calls your name from downstairs, and the moment shatters.

beomgyu jerks back like he’s been burned, nearly rolling off the bed in his haste. you yelp, grabbing his arm to steady him, but he’s already scrambling upright, running a hand through his hair like he can’t believe what almost happened.

"i—" he starts, then stops, his ears burning red. "we should—your mom’s calling."

you stare at him. he stares back.

then, slowly, a grin spreads across your face.

beomgyu groans, covering his eyes with one hand. "don’t."

"don’t what?" you ask, all innocence.

"you’re insufferable," he mutters, but he’s peeking at you through his fingers, and his lips are twitching like he’s fighting a smile.

you kick his shin lightly. "you love it."

he doesn’t deny it.

the thing about beomgyu is that he's always been tactile—always reaching for you, always in your space, always treating your personal boundaries like mild suggestions rather than actual rules. lately it’s gotten worse, with every touch feeling like something more. like there's electricity humming just beneath his skin, sparking where your fingers brush against him. and you can't stop poking at it, can't stop testing the limits of this new, fragile thing between you.

it's been days since the almost-moment on your bed, days of careful avoidance and pointed teasing and lingering touches that neither of you acknowledge. and now here you are, curled up in your room watching some b-list horror movie because beomgyu had whined until you gave in, his eyes doing that stupid, pleading thing you've never been able to say no to.

"this is so dumb," you mutter as the protagonist on screen wanders into yet another obviously haunted room. "why would anyone—"

"shhh," beomgyu interrupts, nudging your shoulder with his. "you're ruining the atmosphere."

"the atmosphere of what? bad cgi and worse acting?"

he gasps, pressing a hand to his chest like you've wounded him. "you take that back. this is cinematic gold."

you roll your eyes but don't protest further, settling back against your pillows. beomgyu shifts beside you, his arm brushing yours, warm and solid. you try to focus on the movie, you really do, but it's hard when he's right there, smelling like laundry detergent and that stupidly expensive cologne he pretends he doesn't carefully pick out. when he's close enough that you can see the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks in the dim light of your laptop screen.

then—

a sudden, earsplitting shriek comes from the movie, a grotesque face filling the frame, and you're lurching sideways before you can think, fingers digging into beomgyu's arm as you let out a startled yelp.

and beomgyu—

beomgyu squeaks.

it's high pitched and undignified and absolutely ridiculous coming from someone who spends half his time trying to act cool, and for a second, you're too stunned to even process it. then the sound registers, and you're turning to stare at him, mouth already opening to tease—

but the words die in your throat.

because beomgyu is frozen, his breath caught, his eyes wide and dark and fixed on you. your fingers are still wrapped around his arm, your nails pressing crescent moons into his skin, and you can feel the way his pulse jumps under your touch. the air between you is thick, heavy, the silence stretching taut like a wire about to snap.

your own breath stutters.

beomgyu's gaze drops to your mouth, just for a second, so quick you might have imagined it—but you didn't. you know you didn't, because your heart is suddenly pounding loud enough that you're sure he can hear it, your skin buzzing where you're touching him.

then—

the moment shatters.

beomgyu clears his throat, jerking his arm away like he's been burned, his cheeks flushing pink. "you—you scared me," he mutters, avoiding your eyes.

you blink. then, slowly, a grin spreads across your face. "i scared you?" you echo, leaning closer. "beomgyu. you squeaked."

"i did not—"

"you did," you crow, poking his side. "like a—like a mouse or something—"

beomgyu groans, covering his face with his hands. "oh my god, shut up—"

"a tiny, terrified little mouse—"

"i will end you," he threatens, but there's no real heat behind it, not when he's peeking at you through his fingers, his lips twitching like he's fighting a smile.

you laugh, bright and loud, and something in beomgyu's expression softens, his shoulders relaxing as he drops his hands. "you're the worst," he grumbles, but he's leaning into you again, his arm pressing against yours.

"you love me," you sing-song, nudging him with your knee.

beomgyu doesn't answer. just rolls his eyes and turns back to the movie, but you don't miss the way his fingers flex against his thigh, the way his breath hitches when you shift closer.

the movie plays on, the tension between you easing back into something familiar, something comfortable. but beneath it all, beneath the teasing and the bickering and the easy touches, there's something new. something fragile and unspoken and achingly sweet.

and you can't wait to poke at it some more.

the moment your selfie goes up, you know it's trouble. not because there's anything particularly scandalous about it—just you in your favourite going-out top, hair styled a little more carefully than usual, lips shiny with that gloss beomgyu always says smells like candy. but something about the angle, the way the light catches your collarbones, the hint of a smirk playing at your mouth—it feels dangerous. like you're dangling bait in front of a very specific, very excitable predator.

your phone vibrates in your hand before you can even set it down.

beomgyu: ???? beomgyu: where are you going looking like that

the message burns through you like a live wire. you can practically hear his voice—that particular tone he gets when he's trying (and failing) to sound casual, the way his pitch jumps just slightly when he's flustered. your fingers fly across the screen before you can think better of it.

you: why? you wanna come with?

beomgyu: thats not— beomgyu: i was just asking bro

you bite your lip to keep from grinning. the three dots appear and disappear three times before you finally get:

beomgyu: ...are you meeting someone?

there it is. that tiny crack in his usual bravado. you're about to respond with something suitably teasing when your doorbell rings, an insistent, impatient buzz that could only belong to one person.

when you swing the door open, beomgyu is standing there looking unfairly good for someone who supposedly rushed over on a whim. his hair is slightly damp, curling at the ends like he just showered, and he's wearing that stupid tank top that shows off his arms, the one that makes your mouth go dry. in his outstretched hand dangles your charger—the one you're 90% sure you didn't leave at his place.

"you forgot this," he announces, pushing past you into your apartment and into your bedroom, like he owns it. the scent of his cologne, something warm and expensive that clings to all your hoodies after he wears them, fills the space between you.

you raise an eyebrow as you shut the door. "did i?"

"yes," he says, too quickly, already making himself at home on your bed. "you're so forgetful. it's a miracle you function without me."

you don't call him out on the obvious lie. instead, you lean against the doorframe and watch as he tries (and fails) to look casual, his fingers tapping an uneven rhythm against his thigh. the neckline of his tank top slips slightly with every movement, revealing more of his collarbones than strictly necessary.

"so," he says, eyes scanning your outfit with poorly concealed interest, "where are you going?"

"nowhere special," you say, moving to sit beside him. the bed dips under your weight, forcing his knee to bump against yours.

"then why do you look like that?"

"like what?" you lean in closer, watching with satisfaction as his breath hitches.

beomgyu's throat works as he swallows. "like... like you're trying too hard."

you gasp dramatically, pressing a hand to your chest. "rude. maybe i just wanted to look nice."

"for who?"

the question comes out sharper than he intended, his fingers twitching against the pillows scattered on your bed. something warm and pleased curls in your stomach at the possessive edge in his voice.

before you can answer, beomgyu suddenly flexes his arms, his biceps straining against the thin fabric of his sleeves. "you see this?" he says, grinning that stupid, cocky grin that makes you want to kiss it off his face. "this is what peak performance looks like."

you roll your eyes. "please. i could bench press you."

his eyes light up with that competitive gleam you know all too well. "oh, you wish."

"prove it."

the challenge hangs in the air for all of two seconds before beomgyu grabs the nearest pillow and smacks you square in the face with it. you shriek, more out of surprise than actual pain, and immediately retaliate by grabbing another pillow and swinging with all your might.

beomgyu blocks it effortlessly, laughing as you growl in frustration. "weak," he taunts, dodging your next swing. "come on, is that all you've got?"

in a flash of inspiration, you toss the pillow aside and lunge at him instead. beomgyu's eyes widen comically as you collide with him, sending you both tumbling across the mattress in a tangle of limbs. you end up straddling his hips, immediately going for his most vulnerable spots; his sides, just above his hips, where you know he's ticklish.

beomgyu shrieks, actually shrieks, his whole body jerking beneath you as he dissolves into breathless laughter. "s-stop—fuck—" he gasps, trying in vain to squirm away, but you've got him pinned, your fingers dancing mercilessly along his ribs.

"give up," you demand, grinning down at him.

"never," he chokes out between laughs, his face flushed pink, his hair a wild mess against your cushions.

you're both laughing so hard it hurts, the sound filling your apartment, and for a moment everything feels perfect. light. easy. like this is exactly where you're both meant to be.

then you realise.

your hands are splayed across his stomach, his abs flexing beneath your touch with every ragged breath he takes. his own hands have somehow found their way to your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin through the thin fabric of your top. the warmth of him seeps into you, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath you, and suddenly you're hyper aware of every point of contact between you.

because—

oh.

oh no.

beomgyu is hot. like, stupidly, unfairly hot. the kind of hot that makes your mouth go dry and your thoughts scatter. his lips are parted as he tries to catch his breath, his eyes dark and fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. the muscles in his arms are taut where they bracket your thighs, and suddenly all you can think about is how badly you want him to choke you.

before you can finish the thought, beomgyu moves.

in one smooth motion, he flips you over, reversing your positions with embarrassing ease. your back hits the plush mattress of your bed, his weight pressing into you just enough to make your pulse skyrocket. then his arm slides around your neck in a playful, but surprisingly firm chokehold, his biceps flexing against your throat.

your mind whites out.

your mouth, unfortunately, does not.

"god, that feels so good," you moan, the words slipping out unbidden, your voice embarrassingly breathy.

beomgyu freezes.

you freeze.

beomgyu stumbles back like you’ve just set him on fire, his entire face burning so red it’s a miracle he hasn’t spontaneously combusted. his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, his hands flapping uselessly at his sides as he chokes on air. you’ve never seen him like this—beomgyu, who’s always so loud, so obnoxiously confident, reduced to a stammering, malfunctioning mess because of you.

your own heart is hammering so hard you’re surprised it hasn’t burst out of your chest yet, but the longer he stands there looking like his brain has short-circuited, the more the initial panic starts to melt into something dangerously close to amusement. because god, he’s such a loser. your loser. and before you can chicken out, before you can backtrack and play it off like a joke, the words are tumbling out of your mouth—

“i think i like you.”

beomgyu’s jaw drops. like, actually drops. his eyes go comically wide, his entire body freezing like you’ve just hit him with a stun gun. for a second, you’re terrified you’ve broken him completely, that he’s going to turn around and bolt out the door and never speak to you again. but then—

“what?” he chokes out, voice cracking embarrassingly.

you swallow, suddenly feeling exposed. “you heard me.”

“i—no, say it again.”

“no.”

“please.”

“beomgyu—”

he makes a noise that’s half-groan, half-whine, dragging his hands down his face before pacing across your room like a caged animal. his fingers keep tugging at his hair, his breathing uneven as he mutters to himself, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, smoke nearly coming out of his ears from how hard he’s thinking.

you should probably be more nervous, but mostly you’re just endeared. and a little annoyed.

“you’re freaking out,” you point out, trying to sound casual even though your palms are sweating.

“yeah, no shit,” he snaps, spinning to face you with wild eyes. “you can’t just—you can’t just say that and expect me to be normal about it!”

“i didn’t expect anything! i was just—”

“just what? just casually dropping the bomb that you like me after moaning when i choked you—”

“oh my god, shut up—”

“no, because what the fuck—”

you groan, flopping back onto your bed and covering your face with your hands. this is a disaster. a nightmare. you should’ve just kept your mouth shut, should’ve played it off like a joke, should’ve—

“i like you too, idiot.”

your hands drop.

beomgyu is standing at the foot of your bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his cheeks still flushed but his gaze steady now. your breath catches.

“...what?”

he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair again. “i like you. like, like like you. have for—fuck, i don’t even know how long.” his voice drops, softer now. “i just didn’t know how to deal with it. thought you didn’t see me that way.”

you sit up slowly, your pulse roaring in your ears. “...are you serious?”

“yes, i’m serious,” he mutters, looking away. “you think i’d be this much of a mess if i wasn’t?”

you stare at him. he stares back. the silence stretches between you, thick and charged, until—

you burst out laughing.

beomgyu’s face does something complicated, caught between offence and confusion. “why are you laughing?”

“because you’re such a disaster,” you wheeze, wiping at your eyes. “all this time, and you were just—god, you’re pathetic.”

“excuse me—”

“you heard me.”

he growls, actually growls, before closing the distance between you in two long strides. his hands cup your face, rough but gentle, and then his lips are on yours—hot, insistent, perfect.

you melt into it immediately, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kiss him back with all the pent up frustration of months of pining. beomgyu makes a noise low in his throat, something between a whimper and a groan, his grip tightening as he nips at your bottom lip. you gasp, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your stomach flip.

his hands roam your sides, slipping under the hem of your shirt to trace the bare skin of your waist. his fingers are warm, calloused from playing guitar, and the way they dig into your hips sends shivers down your spine. you arch into him, pressing closer, and he lets out this noise—this pathetic, whiny little sound that goes straight to your core.

you freeze for half a second. “bro, you good?” you whisper, half teasing, half wrecked yourself.

beomgyu groans, hiding his face in your neck. “do i look good?”

“fuck,” you breathe against his lips.

beomgyu pulls back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide, his lips swollen and shiny. “you—you’re killing me,” he whines, his voice wrecked already.

you grin, dragging him back down. “good.”

he kisses you again, messier this time, his hands sliding up your back to fumble with the clasp of your bra. he’s terrible at it, his fingers clumsy, and he groans in frustration when he can’t get it undone.

“help me,” he mumbles against your mouth, his cheeks burning.

you laugh, reaching behind you to undo it for him, and the way his eyes darken when he realises what you’ve done is priceless. his hands slide up your bare back, his touch hesitant at first, like he can’t believe he’s allowed to do this.

“you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, his voice shaky as his fingers trace the curve of your spine. “fuck, you have no idea—”

you cut him off with another kiss, rolling so you’re straddling his hips. his hands immediately fly to your waist, gripping you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. you grind down experimentally, and the way his breath hitches, the way his fingers dig into your skin—god, you could get addicted to this.

“please,” he whimpers, his hips jerking up involuntarily. “please, i—fuck, i can’t—”

you lean down to nip at his earlobe, grinning when he shudders. “can’t what?” you whisper.

“you know what,” he groans, his hands sliding up your thighs. “you’re evil.”

you laugh, kissing him again, slower this time, savouring the way he melts under you. when you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours, his breathing ragged.

“fuck, fuck—” he’s babbling now, his usual eloquence completely gone as he kisses down your neck, your collarbones, his teeth scraping lightly over your skin. “you’re—shit, you’re so pretty, i can’t—fuck—”

you tug at his hair, pulling him back up to kiss him properly, swallowing his desperate noises. his hands are shaking where they grip your thighs, his breath coming in ragged pants against your lips.

“beomgyu,” you murmur, your voice low and teasing. “you’re such a mess.”

he groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “you did this,” he mumbles, his lips brushing your skin. “you turned me into this.”

you hum, running your fingers through his hair. “and you love it.”

he lifts his head just enough to glare at you, but there’s no heat behind it—just fond exasperation and so much want it makes your chest ache. “yeah,” he admits, his voice rough. “i really fucking do.”

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　𐔌　you love me? ₊˚ ♡

︵︵　notes: bimbo!reader x nerd!bakugou, , valentines drabble, slightly suggestive (reader mentions lingerie), fluffy, katsuki is a little insecure, most of this is unedited, ALSO just bc he goes to the gym doesnt make him a macho man he is still a little dweeb!!!!!!!! ︵︵　word count: 1.4k

you lie sprawled across your pink, plushie-filled bed, while your boyfriend sits at the foot, tying his shoelaces with unhurried precision. mindlessly, your hand strokes your purring kitten as you gaze up at the ceiling, your legs swinging lazily back and forth. “i mean, i would work out, because it's like healthy and whatever,” you say, turning your head to watch as katsuki stands up to grab his headphones from your desk. “but like... it’s just so gross! you get all sweaty, and you have to like... lift super heavy weights.”

"that reminds me," katsuki grumbles to himself, grabbing his key and shoving it into his pocket. "i needa put together that bike fa you."

you hum in confusion, sitting up and pulling princess onto your lap. the tiny kitten meows softly before scampering over to the edge of the bed where katsuki stands. “i dunno how to ride a bike,” you huff, watching as katsuki’s large hand gently rests on the kitten’s back.

he grins lightly, lifting princess into his arms. “it’s a stationary bike, baby. all ya haveta do is sit on it and move your legs.” he scratches princess behind the ears before gently setting her back down and walking toward you.

rising to your knees, you reach for his face, pulling him down for a brief goodbye kiss. he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip before pulling away, playfully squishing your cheeks in his hand. you grin and flop back down onto the bed. “and people say smart people can’t be hot,” you tease, dramatically flinging your hand for emphasis.

"ya, ya, whatever." he tsks in faux annoyance, though he really is a whore for your dumb comments. "don't do anythin stupid while m gone. got it?" he points toward your figure before marching to the door.

you glance up at him upside down, your expression soft and hazy. “yes, sir!” you chirp with a salute, but your acrylics accidentally scratch your forehead, making you shriek.

katsuki grins and shakes his head, stepping out the door, swinging his gym bag over his shoulder.

as soon as the door thuds shut, you're up on your toes, startling your cat in a flurry of excitement. it's valentine's day, and of course, bakugou didn't remember. or maybe he did, and just didn't think it was important. well, you do. you love the cheesy movies and dorky affection that come with the holiday. and you were gonna give your boyfriend the best valentine's ever!!

as his first girlfriend— and hopefully his last— you’re determined to make this day unforgettable. you rush to your closet, pulling out a box of decorations you’ve carefully chosen. dropping to your knees, you pull out heart-shaped streamers and fake rose petals, your face lighting up as you shout at alexa to play a romantic playlist. by the time you’ve hung everything and scattered the last petal into place, you suddenly remember the candle you lit earlier to set the mood. gasping, you blow it out and look around, wondering if the sweet scent is really that essential. yeah..! no biggie.

“okay…” you whisper to yourself, surveying the transformed apartment. glitter and flowers fill every corner. you had also bought a seductive red lingerie set, but when should you wear it? well, you should put it on now, but you don’t want to ruin the ambiance with your impatience. and all your hard work would get ruined! maybe after taking some pictures...

as you stand there, trying to use your brain for once, the sound of a key turning in the door lock startles you. you spin around, wide-eyed. you weren't expecting him back until later!

"I'M NOT READY!" you shout, peering down at your messy appearance. but bakugou's already inside, his eyes widening at the unexpected apartment makeover.

he freezes for a moment, his bag hitting the floor with a soft thump. his fingers run through his sweaty hair as he takes in your eager, pouty face. you shuffle toward him, wringing your hands nervously. “you weren’t supposed to see it yet…!”

he chuckles, pushing up his glasses before kissing your head, still taking in the sight around him. "i text you earlier when you were at the store sayin i was only gonna be an hour. you didn' see?"

you look up, pausing to recall... nope, nothin!

"ohh." you hum. you rub your lips together before spreading your arms out wide. "well, happy valentine's day!!"

katsuki's almost- awkward? he nods, tapping his fingers against his leg. it's like he's unsure of how to respond. he exhales, quickly swooping in to peck your cheek before heading into the kitchen.

you blink at the spot where he was just standing, confusion flooding your chest. what's wrong with him??? you spin around slowly, watching him pull a glass out of the cupboard. you tiptoe after him, cautious as if he'll run away if you move too fast. "do you... not like it?" you ask softly, your eyebrows bent in uncertainty.

without turning around, he pours himself a glass of water. “uh, yeah, i do,” he mutters, taking a sip while his crimson eyes remain fixed on the floor. the silence stretches between you, heavy and awkward. it’s the complete opposite of the atmosphere you were hoping for. a lump forms in your throat, and you tap your foot impatiently, waiting for something, anything, to break the tension.

his gaze lifts, catching your troubled expression. with a grunt, he places his glass down and strides toward you. his hands find your cheeks, rough yet gentle as he holds your face in his palms, humming quietly at the softness of your skin.

"i do like it." he mutters, swiping a tear that had just fallen from your eye. "s nice."

your pout deepens, dropping your head onto his chest. "did it cuz i love you and i thought you'd be more excited..."

all of the air in katsuki's body suddenly leaves him.

his heart patters against his chest, louder than it ever has before. time slows down as the words you said too casually hang in the air between you. in your head, it's obvious you both love each other. you've been together for over a year, and you make it known every day how much you adore katsuki bakugou. but for some reason, you've never said it until today. maybe it's because you're trying to make him feel better or maybe you're just an idiot who doesn't understand the weight of what you just uttered.

love. does he love you? probably. is he smart enough to actually form the words, look into your eyes, and offer a piece of himself in return? maybe. or maybe not. katsuki bakugou deems himself as the smartest. but in this moment, with your body against his, for the first time in forever, he feels dumb.

hesitantly, he pulls back, meeting your teary gaze with his own. his breath catches, and his lips suddenly yearn for yours. his breath hitches in his throat. “you… love me?” he blurts out, his voice tinged with disbelief.

you blink, tilting your head to the side in confusion. “…yeah?” you smile, as if it’s obvious— because it is.

"oh." katsuki breathes out with a nod, his face flushing slightly. "that's cool." he mutters, yknow, like a moron.

but you already know. you don't need to hear it from him. why would you? he shows you every day too. in little ways, like how he knows exactly how to make your coffee or how he melts into you whenever he's overwhelmed. you're not too smart, "not the sharpest lightbulb in the shed", as you say. but you're not blind. you silently hear, "i love you. i need you." from katsuki in every moment you spend together. and that's enough.

you nod with a dorky grin spreading across your lips. "ya." you giggle, watching him visibly relax. you hum, leaning closer to the man to inhale his scent. "i was gonna put on a little show for you when you got home..."

katsuki smirks, raising a brow. "well, go on then. don't keep me waiting long." his hand reaches for the back of your head, pulling your forehead against his lips, leaving a loud smooch against the skin. you smile toothily, skipping into the bedroom.

the blond sighs dreamily, looking around the apartment. maybe it's about time you two move in together.

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kxsagi · 1 month ago

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𝟎𝟏. 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢’𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭

“THANK YOU, TOKYO!!!”

isagi’s voice tore through the crowd, raw with adrenaline and sweat-soaked pride. he stood at the edge of the stage, one hand gripping the mic, the other raised like he was holding up the sky.

“EVERYONE GET BACK TO WHERE THEY’RE STAYING SAFELY TONIGHT! WE LOVE YOU!”

the stadium thundered back with a wave of cheers. fans sobbed. phones waved in the air like gospel.

behind him, kaiser stepped forward with the confidence of a man born to be worshipped, flicking blond sweat-damp strands from his forehead. he didn’t speak, he didn’t need to. his guitar wailed, high and violent and perfect. his fingers blurred through a final solo that tasted like fire.

even isagi glanced back, jaw tight, as the outro shredded through the stadium speakers.

bachira took the opportunity to leap over his kit, landing like a feral cat. he skidded toward the front of the stage and ripped the mic from isagi’s hand with a wicked grin.

“I’LL BE GOING LIVE IN A COUPLE HOURS, YOU FREAKS!” he shouted, eyes wild. “LET’S SEE WHO CAN STAY AWAKE THE LONGEST!”

the fans lost it.

and then the lights dropped.

the replay was already making the rounds on social media:

“that kaiser outro solo??? we need that in the next album 🔥”

“isagi yelling like our divorced dad telling us to get home safe 🥹”

“no one talk to me i’m mourning the end of the best concert of my life 😩”

backstage nearly two hours later, bachira’s livestream notification pinged phones like a bat signal.

[LIVE started]

@bachibachi 🥁

LIVE: 102.6K viewers

caption: “vibing <3”

bachira’s face filled the screen, upside down.

“HEEEEYYYYY!!!” he screeched, bangs flopping over his eyes. “my ears are still ringing and i think i chugged a red bull meant for rin.”

the camera flipped as he sprawled across a couch. dim light glowed behind him. the background was filled with makeup-smeared mirrors, towels on the floor, and faint rock music in the background. the growing chat was exploding with hearts and comments.

@bachirasdrumsticks: “BRO YOU KILLED THAT DRUM SOLO”

@kaiser_kisser94: “where is kaiser tell him i love him”

@isagishotassgf: “i swear isagi looked at me and i saw god”

@rinplssteponme: “no one is gonna talk about rin with his bass???”

@shidousrightnutsack: “PLS GIVE SHIDOU THE PHONE”

“okay okay okay,” bachira cackled. “i know you’re here for tea. let me see who’s still awake.”

he panned to shidou eating pocky on the floor and rin giving the camera the finger. sae stood in the corner, scrolling on his phone mindlessly.

“kaiser’s somewhere, i think he went to grab a glass of wine. isagi’s– hey! yo, say hi!”

isagi appeared, grabbing a towel. he nodded, giving a half-smile.

@tokyonoisejunkie01: "why does isagi look pissed lol"

@kxsagi: "his eyeliner is SMOKED he’s hot as hell wtf"

bachira smiled and turned the camera back towards himself, resting it on a table to give a clear view of the whole room. “anyway, Q&A time. drop your questions, i’m bored.”

@saintegoday1fan: “who parties hardest after shows???”

“‘who parties hardest after shows?’ oh, that’s EASY. it’s shidou. we lost him in osaka for like four hours. man came back with a bleached eyebrow, a matching tattoo with a bartender, and no memory of either. rin tried to fight him. 10/10 night.”

“just saying, don’t take it so personally, man,” kaiser’s voice can be heard in the background.

“you hijacked my moment again. you always do. the solo? after i told them goodnight?” isagi retorted.

bachira freezed, trying to laugh it off. “okay, woah, chill, we’re live–”

“your moment?” kaiser stepped closer to isagi. “it’s our band. you’re not the fucking messiah, yoichi.”

isagi lost it and shoved kaiser hard. the wine glass fell from the blonde’s hands and shattered into pieces on the hardwood floor.

“you also dragged my name for a soundbite. what part of that isn’t personal?” isagi’s voice was low, sharp. “and you’ve been doing this for months. undermining me in interviews, on stage, behind my back.”

@isagibitesconfirmed: “wait what is happening rn”

kaiser shoved him back, harder this time – jaw tight, movements deliberate. isagi barely caught himself from stumbling.

“yeah?” he snapped. “because i’m tired of pretending this band belongs to you just because you cry in a notebook.”

@kaiser_apologist: “NOOOO NOT LIKE THIS”

@rinsdeluluwife: “STOP THIS RN”

@saintegostan420: “can't believe we're witnessing this live holy sh–”

“in that interview last week, you said the band got famous for your looks.”

“i said ‘stage presence.’ but hey, if the truth hurts–”

“this band was never yours, kaiser. no matter how many times you try to act like you’re the reason we’re here.”

“you’re just mad i said what everyone’s been thinking since the second tour started: you’re dead weight in eyeliner.”

@yoichicoded: “ISAGI STAND UP”

@saintegogettherapy: “HE DID NOT”

“guys– yo. chill. seriously,” bachira tried, half-laughing, half-panicking.

“say that again,” isagi threatened. “say it to my face.”

“I JUST DID.”

suddenly, isagi swings. a punch connects with a sickening thud. kaiser reeled back, crashing into a chair. the phone hit the carpet with a muffled thud, landing crooked. fans watched pure chaos in a tilted frame – sae trying to pull isagi off, rin yelling something nobody could hear, bachira cackling “holy SHIT–”

and then the screen went black.

twitter, ten minutes later

#ISAGIWASRIGHT trending.

#kaisersupremacy trending.

#saintegoimplosion trending #1 worldwide.

#bachirastiktoklive

#letthemfight

#rinjustwatching

#PRmanagerwhereareyou

#notthenotebookcomment

#saintegounhinged

@crustybachirafan: NO WAY THIS HAPPENED WHILE BACHIRA WAS LIVESTREAMING TO 300K VIEWERS

@rinthevoid: rin’s face during all this... he was calculating whether murder is legal in some areas

@saeishotidc: sae’s job is actually horror

@eyelinerwars2025: not kaiser calling isagi “dead weight in eyeliner” i would NEVER recover

@kaiserbrokeme: no bc i’m team isagi but that line... that line was crazy.

@isagiprotectionsquad: MY BOY SWUNG FIRST AND I’M STANDING BY HIM

@thebandgroupie: they are gonna make a GRAMMY-WINNING breakup album after this omg

@kaiserscoldfeet: WHY IS NO ONE DEFENDING KAISER??? ISAGI PUNCHED HIM FIRST???????

@chokiigan: hey guys, it’s nagi. i go live ONE HOUR from now. we’re dissecting this whole mess.

sae stared blankly at the TV monitor in his office, arms crossed, jaw tight.

the replay had been clipped, slowed down, and meme’d in under fifteen minutes. the fight was everywhere. and so were the fans – choosing sides, writing threads, digging up old interviews, turning the whole thing into a war.

he sighed loudly as he ran a hand down his face.

“they had ONE fucking job.”

masterlist | ch. 02

taglist: @nensi @ro4love @avaxoxo13 @levisgoonerr @jnkosstuff @simpingmyassoff @sunsettsguitar @trinkets-of-time @cinneorolls @silverwings920 @mymeloreo @satorella @gkattdoesstuff @lovingmayday @pixelpancakes @vverie @nicfics @nevvynev @astro-3000 @mihyas-dieehefrau @i-eve-i @ohagiyoo @aadahyax @yumerinns @rie-cecooker @neeeooon

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dilf-c0nn0isseur · 11 months ago

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can you write a smut where the reader rides logan's abs, i mean 😍

wishing this could be me right now🫡 enjoy!

riding his abs - logan howlett x fem!reader 18+

NSWF! MDNI!

Logan looked like he had been sculpted by God himself. I mean, those abs? Dude is cut.

You were currently lying in bed next time, admiring his perfect body. Your index finger traced lightly over the divots of his muscles. "God Logan, your body is unreal." No matter how long you'd been with him, his physique never fails to amaze you. Your compliment made the corners of his lips twitch up into a smirk.

"You like what you see Bub?," he teased with a flex of his muscles, putting his veins on full display. A puddle formed between your legs, the wetness seeping through the thin pair of underwear you had on. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. Cocky motherfucker.

"Holy shit Lo, you can't just tease me like that."

"Who said I was teasing?"

With one muscular arm, he lifted you easily up so that you were sitting on his abdomen. You gasped as he flexed with you on top of him, your soaking core pressed against his abs. He cocked an eyebrow up at you, smirk returning. "Is that really all it takes to get you going?," he snorted. "Dirty slut." With another swift movement, he ripped your panties off and flung them to the floor.

His confident, cocky attitude made you even hornier than you already were. Without even realizing, your hips bucked into his stomach against his rock hard abs.

"Pleasuring yourself on my muscles now?," he blew out a low whistle. You realized what you had been doing. An embarrassed blush crept up your face. "Sorry-"

"Don't apologize. I mean fuck, I could sit here all day and watch you get yourself off with my body."

His approval came as a surprise to you. "Really?"

His eyes grazed your body hungrily. "Yes, really, now get to work sugar," he ordered.

The thought of you pleasuring yourself on his abs with him sitting there and watching you brought another flood in-between your legs. Biting your lip, you began to grind on him slowly, pressing your hands against his chest for support. Fuck, even his chest was rock hard muscle.

Sure, he could just sit there and watch the show you were putting on, but come on, it was Logan. There was no way that man could keep his hands off of you. He grabbed your tits in both of his hands- his huge hands- and squeezed. "Fuck doll, you're so wet." His pet name for you made you buck your hips again, grinding your clit against his hard stomach. "Oh fuck Logan!"

The natural lubricant that seeped out of your cunt made it easy to slide back and forth on him. It was like when you were younger, an innocent, mindlessly humping a pillow, except now, it was a man beneath you, his muscles aiding you in your pleasure. Things really do come full circle, don't they?

The rough calluses of Logan's thumbs swirling around your sensitive nipples sent waves of pleasure through your body. You felt yourself climbing towards your peak.

"Getting close sweetheart?," his low, husky voice asked.

You nodded and responded with a high moan, unable to answer him with words.

"Good girl, finish yourself off on me. I want you to make a fucking mess of me."

The growl in his voice, the praise, brought you to your climax. Your hands moved to his hair and dug your fingers in, pulling at it as you lost control and came on him.

"Good girl, such a good, fucking girl," he talked you through your orgasm, somehow making you cum 10 times harder.

Once you came off of your high, you slid off of him, flopping down on the bed next time. You shivered. Then, you took in the mess you had made of his stomach. Your cum had pooled around his abs, glistening. "Oh, shit Logan, I'm so sorry-"

"Don't apologize," He cut you off, sliding a finger up his stomach to collect the mess you had just made, and stick it in his mouth to get a taste. He threw his head back and let out a throaty groan around his finger. "Y'Taste so good doll."

Logan lifted up your chin to bring his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself.

"You are the only person that could ever do that to me," you murmured.

He snorted and looked back at his toned abdomen, shining with your cum. "You did that to yourself, Bub."

#logan howlett oneshot #logan howlett smut #logan howlett x reader #wolverine smut #wolverine x you #wolverine imagine #logan howlett x you #deadpool and wolverine #smut imagine

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thollandsgirl2013 · 12 days ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → SMUT!! 18+, mention of period, oral (f receiving), fingering, P in V, aftercare, Peter being a horny little shit, language, College AU

Summary → You're done with your period, after Peter found that out, he couldn't wait any longer.

You lay in bed, scrolling mindlessly through social media, half-heartedly watching funny cat videos. A faint chuckle escaped your lips, but then suddenly a sudden realization hit you. The pads. Peter had dropped them off earlier before rushing out the door, claiming there was a robbery he had to stop. Sitting up, you grabbed the paper bag he left on your desk and peered inside.

You pulled the pack out, blinked at it, and immediately facepalmed. Extra long night pads with wings.

"Extra long night pads with wings," you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. Peter always meant well, but his superhero life often left him a bit too distracted for the details. He probably grabbed the first thing he saw.

With a groan, you flopped back on your bed, grabbed your phone, and texted Peter.

You: Peter, I said non-winged pads.

It didn’t take long for him to reply, even though he was probably swinging through the city right now.

Spider-Baby: What did I get you?

You exhaled, already knowing the confusion that was about to unfold.

You: extra long night pads 🙂

The little dots popped up instantly, meaning Peter was scrambling to respond.

Spider-Baby: well, isn't it better? You'll be all secure, no leakage 😎

You let out an amused huff, shaking your head. Secure, no leakage? As if that was his primary concern. You could just imagine the innocent, clueless look on his face as he texted that.

You: babe, I’m on my 5th day, I don't really need them. It’s just for safety when I go out tomorrow.

There was a brief pause.

Spider-Baby: oh

There was a beat, and then:

Spider-Baby: wait.......

Your fingers hovered over the screen, knowing exactly where this conversation was going.

Spider-Baby: your period is done? 👀👀

You rolled your eyes so hard you nearly saw your brain. Of course, that’s where his head was at.

You: I’m gonna lock my window.

Another buzz.

Spider-Baby: noooooo baby please, I didn't get anything for 5 days! Please please please, you said you were horny yesterday too, don't deny it!

You flopped back onto your pillow, laughing despite yourself. He sounded like a desperate kid who’d been grounded for a week.

You: Exasperated sigh

You typed the words with a grin on your face. Peter knew exactly how to get under your skin, but in the sweetest way possible. You knew you could say no and he’d back off, but a part of you enjoyed teasing him.

Spider-Baby: baby, come on, I’ve been patient. Sooo patient. You don't know the struggle. 😩

You rolled your eyes again, imagining him dramatically pacing on a rooftop, phone in hand, giving puppy eyes to the empty space.

You: okay, come over when you're done, you horny little spider.

The response was almost immediate.

Spider-Baby: YES! I love you, see you in a bit.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. This boy. Five days apparently felt like an eternity to him.

You: Love you too.

You tossed your phone to the side and stretched out on your bed, a grin still tugging at your lips. Peter acted like he'd been deprived of water in the desert, when really, it was just his hopeless obsession with you that made him this way. You glanced at the window, imagining him swinging through it in his suit later, all buzzing with energy and excitement.

Your mind drifted back to his response; 'sooo patient' and you snickered. Peter and patience didn’t exactly go hand in hand when it came to this. The irony was almost too much.

"He can’t even keep it in his pants for five days," you muttered, shaking your head. But deep down, you loved that part of him. The way he was so infatuated with you, how just the thought of your period ending had him all flustered and eager. He made you feel desired, loved, even if his approach was hilariously obvious.

Five-day prison sentence? To Peter, that’s exactly what it was.

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An hour later, you heard the familiar knock on your window. You sighed, already knowing who it was. Standing up, you unlocked the window and slid it open, watching as Peter crawled inside with his usual grace, his mask still on.

Peter pulled it off and pouted dramatically. “You said you wouldn’t lock it,” he whined, tossing the mask aside.

“I never said that,” you corrected, rolling your eyes. “You asked me not to lock it.”

Peter’s pout deepened, his big brown eyes widening in mock hurt. “Same thing!” He protested, making his way over to you, those puppy-dog eyes working their magic. No matter how hard you tried, you could never stay mad at him when he gave you that look.

“Uh-huh,” you muttered, still trying to keep up the act, but the smile on your face gave you away.

Peter took full advantage of that, his lips curling into a grin. “Okay... Sooo... Can I kiss you now?”

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you sighed dramatically but couldn’t help but smile. “Come here, you dork.”

Without missing a beat, Peter pressed the spider emblem on his chest, his suit loosening and pooling around his feet. He stepped out of it, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, nearly tripping over his eagerness, as he crawled onto the bed to hover over you.

His lips met yours in a desperate kiss filled with need and longing.

You could tell immediately just how desperate he was. The way his lips moved, his hands gripping your waist like he was holding on for dear life, it all screamed I’ve been waiting for this for five days.

“God, I missed you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck as he peppered kisses along your skin, trailing down to your collarbone.

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head to give him better access. “You saw me this morning, Peter.”

“Yeah, but that was before you told me about the whole, you know...” His eyes flicked down between your bodies, clearly hinting at your period being over. The eager grin on his face was almost too much.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You really can’t go five days without touching me, can you?”

“Not when I’ve got the most beautiful girlfriend in the world,” he replied, his voice low and full of that familiar lovesick tone. His hand rested on your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin. “I’ve been going crazy thinking about you all day.”

“Alright, alright. You big sap,” you teased, but your smile gave away how much you loved hearing those words from him.

Peter's hands slid under your shirt, his warm palms brushing against your skin as he slowly tugged the fabric up and over your head. Without missing a beat, he unclasped your bra with practiced ease and tossed it aside. His lips found your nipple almost immediately, and you gasped as his mouth worked over your sensitive skin, his tongue flicking teasingly.

"Peter..." you breathed, but he was already lost in his own world, lavishing your chest with attention as if he hadn’t seen you in weeks. One of his hands massaged your other breast, his thumb circling the soft skin while his lips alternated between each side.

"I missed these," he muttered between kisses, moving from one breast to the other. "Your boobs are perfect. I could do this all day."

You let out a soft laugh. "You're such a boob guy."

"Can't help it," Peter mumbled, his voice muffled as he nuzzled against your chest. "They're so soft..." He trailed kisses down your neck and over the swell of your breasts, making you arch into him, a breathless moan escaping your lips.

Peter’s kisses began to trail lower, leaving a wet path down your stomach. He made quick work of your shorts, tugging them off and tossing them to the side, revealing your panties, already damp with arousal. His lips hovered teasingly over your clothed core, his breath hot against the wet fabric.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice husky and full of desire. “You're already so wet.”

You groaned in embarrassment, your cheeks flushing. “Shut up.”

Peter smirked, pressing his finger over the wet patch on your panties, teasing you with just enough pressure to make you squirm. Slowly, he peeled the panties down your legs, kissing your thighs as he went, drawing out every second. You bit your lip, your breath quickening as the anticipation built.

“Peter…” you whispered, fingers tangling in his messy hair.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed beneath his touch. "What is it, babe? You sound so... needy."

You let out a frustrated groan. "You're literally the worst. Quit teasing me."

"But I love teasing you. Your little sounds are adorable," he teased, his lips hovering dangerously close to where you wanted him but never quite giving in.

You glared down at him. "Peter, if you don’t stop playing around, I’m gonna ban you from sex."

That got him moving. "Alright, alright. No more teasing." With a mischievous grin, he finally leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your core. A gasp escaped your lips, your back arching slightly at the sensation.

“There we go,” Peter muttered, glancing up at you with dark, mischievous eyes. “That’s the sound I’ve been waiting for.”

His lips moved exactly where you needed him the most, and you let out a soft moan as his tongue expertly worked over your most sensitive spot. Your hips bucked involuntarily as the pleasure began to build, and you could feel yourself getting lost in the sensation.

After a few moments, Peter added his fingers, slipping one inside you while his mouth focused on your clit. You gasped at the sensation, your back arching off the bed as he slowly added another finger, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside you.

Your body trembled beneath him, the pleasure building quickly as he continued his relentless assault on your senses. Every flick of his tongue against your clit sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through you, making your thighs tremble and your grip on the sheets tighten.

“Peter… oh my God,” you gasped, your hips bucking slightly against his face. He was always so good at this, too good, really. He knew exactly what you liked, how to push you right to the edge but never let you fall until he wanted you to.

His free hand reached up, gently squeezing your breast while his mouth and fingers worked their magic below. The combination of his fingers curling inside you, his tongue flicking against your clit, and the way his other hand toyed with your sensitive nipple was almost too much. You were so close.

Peter’s gaze flicked up to you, and even though his mouth was still busy, you could see that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. He loved watching you come undone for him. Soon enough you were clenching around his fingers, your legs trembling as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” He mumbled between kisses against your inner thigh, pausing just long enough to speak before diving right back in.

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence, but you managed to choke out, “Y-yes… oh, fuck, yes.” His fingers pumped faster inside you, curling just right to hit that sweet spot that made you see stars.

The pressure in your core tightened with every stroke of his fingers and every flick of his tongue. “Peter, I—” Your voice broke off into a moan as the pleasure became overwhelming, your whole body shaking.

“Come on, baby,” Peter urged softly, his voice muffled against you. “I want to hear you.”

With one final flick of his tongue, your body tensed, and the wave of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out, gripping the sheets even tighter as you came hard, your entire body trembling as Peter guided you through your orgasm.

“I missed this. Missed the way you taste, the way you sound… You’re perfect,” he whispered, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

He didn’t stop until you were a panting, quivering mess beneath him, only pulling away when your breathing began to slow. Even then, he pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs, soothing you as you came down from your high.

His lips brushing softly over your clit one last time before he moved up, kissing you softly. You could still taste yourself on him, but it only made the kiss more intimate. “God, I love you,” Peter whispered, his face hovered over yours. His brown eyes were full of adoration, his lips swollen and red.

When he finally pulled back, you watched as he stood and slid off his boxers, your eyes immediately drawn to his hard length.

You always loved admiring him like this, vulnerable, exposed, and completely yours. He was beautiful, every part of him. Peter noticed you staring, his face turning red as he mumbled, "Stop staring."

You grinned, unable to help yourself. "Can't help it, you're hot."

His blush deepened, but he didn’t say anything else as he reached over to your bedside table, pulling out a condom. You watched as he rolled it on, his eyes dark and full of hunger when he looked back at you. He hovered over you again, his body aligning with yours as he kissed you deeply. Then, without further delay, he pushed in, and both of you let out a moan at the sensation.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," Peter groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly began to move. You could feel every inch of him stretching you, filling you completely.

You gasped, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. "I missed you," Peter whispered breathlessly, feeling the familiar heat between your legs intensify with every thrust.

"It was only five days, Peter," you teased, though your voice was shaky, betraying how much you really had missed him too.

"Felt like five years," he panted, his pace quickening as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

Peter's movements became more urgent as he buried his face deeper into your neck, his breath coming in hot, uneven puffs against your skin. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it hard to think about anything else. Your nails dug into his back, leaving little crescent-shaped marks on his skin, but he didn’t mind. In fact, it seemed to spur him on, his pace quickening as he angled his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you.

"Fuck, I love you," he muttered against your neck, his lips grazing your skin with each word. His voice was low, rough, filled with so much need that it made your heart skip a beat.

"I love you too," you managed to gasp out between breaths, your body arching into his, chasing every ounce of friction you could get.

Peter pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at you, his eyes clouded with lust but still full of that familiar adoration. "You're perfect," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss before he picked up the pace again, his hips snapping harder against you.

“Peter…” you gasped, your nails raking lightly down his back as you felt yourself nearing the edge again.

“You feel so good,” he panted, voice thick with emotion.

You could feel that tight knot in your core winding tighter with every thrust. Peter could sense it too, his breathing becoming more erratic as he pushed you both closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he groaned, his voice husky in your ear as he kissed your jawline, his hand slipping between your bodies to rub your clit in quick, circular motions. The added sensation sent you spiraling, your body tensing as your orgasm washed over you. You moaned his name, your legs trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

Peter followed right after, groaning into your neck as he buried himself deep inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic before he finally stilled, his entire body tensing as he reached his peak. His breathing was ragged, his body heavy on top of yours as he rode out the last of his pleasure.

For a few moments, neither of you moved, both of you too caught up in the afterglow to care about anything else. Peter eventually pulled out, discarding the condom before collapsing beside you, pulling you close to his chest.

“Sorry for the whole pad mix-up earlier,” Peter murmured with a soft chuckle, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You laughed, snuggling closer to him. “It’s okay. You more than made up for it.”

Peter grinned, “Good. Because I really do love you. And I promise I’ll get the right ones next time.”

He tilted his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You good?”

“More than good,” you replied with a sleepy smile, your body still tingling from the intensity of it all. You let out a content sigh, “You're such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I'm your dork,” he teased, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly.

After a moment, Peter got up and headed to the bathroom. You lay there, still catching your breath as the aftershocks of pleasure tingled through your body. When he returned, he had a warm towel in hand, his eyes soft as he knelt beside you.

“Let me take care of you,” he said softly, parting your legs carefully. You shivered at his touch, feeling the warmth of his affection envelop you.

"You're still sensitive," he whispered, kissing your thighs as he gently cleaned you up. His touch was tender, almost reverent, and you let out a soft sigh, feeling a bit of that sensitivity linger.

“You should go pee,” Peter reminded you softly, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke.

“In a minute,” you said lazily, still too blissed out to move right away. But Peter wasn’t having it.

“Come on, you don’t wanna get infected,” he urged, giving you that playful yet concerned look.

With a groan, you finally pushed yourself up and went to the bathroom, freshening up before crawling back into bed beside him. Peter immediately pulled you into his arms, both of you still naked and cozy under the blankets. His body was warm, and you felt his fingers tracing light patterns on your back.

It didn’t take long for you to start teasing him. "You really couldn’t wait five days, could you?" You said with a grin, poking his chest. "You’re such a horny little spider."

Peter whined like a child, burying his face in the pillow. “It was torture, babe. Five whole days,” he complained dramatically, his voice muffled by the pillow.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “You act like you were starved or something.”

“I was starved,” Peter insisted, peeking out from the pillow to pout at you. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to not touch you? To not be in you? I was dying, Y/n.”

You couldn't help but laugh harder at his theatrics. “You’re adorable.”

“You love me,” Peter grinned, pulling you closer until your bodies were completely tangled together under the blanket. His hand drifted down to your waist, and he squeezed you gently. “Admit it, you missed me too.”

You pretended to think about it for a moment before nodding. “Maybe just a little,” you teased, but the smile on your face gave you away.

Peter's grin widened as he leaned in to kiss you softly. "I can work with that ."

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Hongjoong – The Subtle but Intense Jealousy

Hongjoong isn’t the type to be openly possessive, but when he feels like he’s not getting the attention he deserves, he starts acting out in subtle ways. Maybe you’ve been on your phone for too long, replying to messages and laughing at your screen, completely ignoring him while he’s sitting right next to you. At first, he just watches, silently tapping his fingers against his knee, waiting for you to realize he’s there. But when minutes pass, and you’re still absorbed in whatever is on your screen, he clears his throat dramatically.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” he mutters, rolling his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m just your boyfriend, but who cares about me, right?”

You finally glance up at him, and his pout is unmistakable. His usual confident, charismatic demeanor is replaced with this sulky, needy energy that is both endearing and amusing. If you tease him about it, he’ll scoff and pretend it doesn’t bother him only to pull you into his arms and steal your phone away, forcing you to focus on him instead.

“I guess I’ll just have to steal your attention back,” he says, smirking as he leans in close.

Seonghwa – The Passive-Aggressive Sulking

Seonghwa is usually very mature and patient, but when he gets jealous, it’s a different story. He’s the type to go completely silent, his usual warmth replaced with a cold, distant demeanor. Maybe you’ve been caught up in a conversation with someone else for too long, laughing and engaging with them while Seonghwa watches from the side, arms crossed. He won’t say anything at first, but the moment you turn to him, his expression is unreadable.

“Are you done?” he asks, voice calm but laced with clear irritation.

If you ask what’s wrong, he’ll shake his head and say, “Nothing.” But the way he stiffly stands beside you, barely making eye contact, tells you everything you need to know. He’ll only break when you finally grab his hand and give him your undivided attention, at which point he lets out a small huff.

“I was starting to think you forgot about me,” he mumbles, looking away with a pout.

Once you shower him with affection, he’ll act like he wasn’t sulking at all but you know better.

Yunho – The Overdramatic Baby

Yunho is normally the easygoing, playful one in the relationship, but when he feels neglected, he turns into the biggest, most dramatic baby imaginable. Maybe you’ve been on a call with a friend for too long, or you’ve been too distracted by a show to pay attention to him. He tries to be patient, but eventually, he sighs loudly, flopping down next to you with the weight of someone carrying the world’s burdens.

“Wow, I can’t believe I’m suffering like this,” he says dramatically. “My own partner, ignoring me like I’m invisible… is this what heartbreak feels like?”

If you ignore him further, he ups the theatrics placing a hand on his forehead like he’s about to faint or even lying down across your lap with a pitiful sigh.

“Guess I’ll just die of loneliness,” he mumbles.

The only way to get him to stop is to finally give him attention, at which point he immediately perks up with a grin, acting like he wasn’t just being the most dramatic person alive.

Yeosang – The Silent but Deadly Type

Yeosang doesn’t show his jealousy in loud or obvious ways, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel it. If you’re too distracted with something else and not paying him attention, he won’t say anything but he will start giving you short, clipped responses and sending you piercing, unreadable glances.

If you’re talking to someone else and ignoring him, he’ll suddenly get very interested in his phone, scrolling mindlessly but not really reading anything. The air around him will be heavy with unspoken irritation, and if you don’t notice soon enough, he might just get up and leave without a word.

The moment you finally approach him, he’ll pretend like nothing is wrong, though his cold attitude remains.

“Oh, now you notice me?” he’ll say with a raised eyebrow.

It takes a lot of coaxing (and maybe some extra kisses) to get him to let go of his sulky mood, but once he does, he’s back to his usual quiet but affectionate self.

San – The Clingy, Affection-Starved Puppy

San is naturally affectionate, so when he’s feeling jealous or ignored, he doesn’t hold back on making it very obvious. If you’re too distracted, he’ll start by sitting closer, then even closer, until he’s practically glued to your side. If you still don’t give him attention, he’ll wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing dramatically.

“Are you ever going to notice me?” he whines.

If you keep ignoring him, he escalates nudging his nose against your cheek, playing with your fingers, maybe even tickling you just to get a reaction. If you’re talking to someone else for too long, he straight-up inserts himself into the conversation, draping an arm around you and giving the other person a charming but territorial smile.

Once he has your attention back, he immediately goes back to being his usual playful and affectionate self, acting like he wasn’t just desperate for your love a moment ago.

Mingi – The Grumpy but Lovable Jealousy

Mingi’s jealousy is a mix of frustration and sulky adorableness. He tries to play it cool, but he’s terrible at hiding his emotions. If you’re too focused on something else and not paying attention to him, he’ll start shifting around, sighing loudly, and muttering under his breath.

At some point, he just straight-up whines.

“Babe, why aren’t you paying attention to me?”

If you keep ignoring him, he’ll cross his arms and pout, refusing to look at you until you finally give in.

The funniest part is, if you tease him about it, he immediately denies it.

“I’m not jealous,” he grumbles, only to immediately demand a hug a second later.

Wooyoung – The Shamelessly Possessive One

Wooyoung doesn’t do subtle jealousy. The moment he feels ignored, he makes it his mission to steal your attention back, no matter what. If you’re on your phone, he straight-up snatches it out of your hands. If you’re talking to someone else, he inserts himself into the conversation like he’s been there the whole time.

“Wow, that’s so interesting,” he says sarcastically, pulling you closer to him. “But you know what’s even more interesting? Me.”

He’s all over youwrapping his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, being a complete menace until you finally give in.

Jongho – The Stubborn “I’m Not Jealous” Act

Jongho’s jealousy is quiet but intense. He won’t say anything outright, but his whole energy shifts. If you’re not paying attention to him, he just sits there with his arms crossed, expression blank but clearly annoyed. If you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll just shake his head.

“You’re busy. It’s fine,” he says, but the tightness in his voice says otherwise.

It takes a lot of reassurance and coaxing before he finally admits, “Okay, maybe I was a little jealous.”

Once he gets your attention, he acts like he wasn’t sulking at all but he secretly loves when you pamper him.

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