#or at the side kinda let forward with just his head on the mattress

[kamitv]

Suguru walking in on you pleasing yourself would probably go something like…

“Well, shit. Didn’t know I had such a slut for a wife,” He’d comment mere seconds after walking in on you.

You’d be laying on your stomach, back arched, knees bent, legs spread, and a hand in between your legs as you fuck a rather lengthy dildo into your sloppy cunt. Your husband, who you weren’t expecting to be home so soon, seems anything but surprised to catch you like this.

If anything, Geto barely tilts his head as he approaches the bed and then cracks a smirk, “Look at this pussy… fuuck, she’s drippin’ all over the place. All because of some stupid toy?” As he makes his comments, he’s unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the side.

“Suguu… S’not ‘cause of the toy,” You huff out with a pout, shamelessly staring at your husband as you continue pleasing yourself. “I missed you.”

“Yeah? Y’Missed me baby?” He’d tease, not even bothering to take his shirt off as he can’t help but reach forward and swat your hand away from the toy stuffed inches inside your cunt. He’d purposefully drag the item out of you, listening to that filthy squelch before brining it to his mouth and licking your taste off. “Mmh. Couldn’t even wait f’me, huh? Were you missin’ me or my cock, princess?”

You let out a heavy sigh and wiggle your hips back a bit, begging for him to give you something-, anything, “Both Suguru.”

“Needy ass girl,” He’d scoff in response.

He’s actually rather kind when he catches you pleasing yourself. Which is how and why you ended up with his cock inside you not too long after he’s come home.

Geto doesn’t really like knowing you were getting off without him but at the same time, something about coming home to you whining his name as you imagined he was fucking you instead of some toy kinda turned him on. He wondered how often you did this kinda thing.

And so he decides to ask you while he’s stuffing your cunt full of his thick cock, “You fantasize about me often, baby?” He hushes out to you, staring so deep into your eyes that it makes you feel embarrassed all over. His tone is so soft and loving with you too that it just makes you shudder beneath him as if he’s not fucking you at such a merciless pace right mow.

All you can do is nod as your jaw hangs open, “Uhuh… mmgh, I-, hah, think about you a-ah, all the t-time, Sugu.” Your words come out in between moans but that only fuels his arousal.

The way his lips curve into that knowing little smirk has your nails scraping against his back before he lets out a low hiss. “Fuck. You imagine my cock’s inside you when m’not even here?” Geto asks rhetorically before shifting his hips and hitting that one mushy spot inside you, “You replay our moments together, huh? Maybe we should record it one time so you have somethin’ better to get off to.”

Your legs squeeze around his waist and he notices your back arching up off of the bed. Geto thrusts in harder and faster, eager to watch your face twist up the same way it was moments ago before he’d caught you— he’d never let you feel that euphoric sensation more with some toy instead of his cock. Not that he’s jealous, of course…

“S-Sugu,” You choke out with how rough his hips grow against yours.

His head tips down into the crook of your neck and you can feel his fat cockhead knocking deeper and deeper into your sopping walls as his strokes become more calculated-, passionate almost. “Mhm, I know baby, I know,” He coos against your skin, his breath hot and tone almost hoarse, “M’right here,” God, his gentleness was a complete contrast to those mean hips of his.

Even the way his hands traced along your arms in search of your hand to grab had you so utterly weak.

“Y’missed this right?” Geto whispers hotly as he shifts his lips up to the crown of your ear, “Missed how I treat this pussy, huh?”

Your neck arches as you toss your head back and you feel his fingers squeeze onto one of your hands whilst he presses it down into the mattress. Moaning quiet little babbles in agreement to his soft-spoken yet lewd words, your cunt gushes around his aching cock, almost invitingly encouraging him to continue talking like that.

And who is he to ignore such encouragement? Pressing against your ear again, he starts fucking you a little slower but noticeably harder, “Agh… Missed you too, pretty girl. Hah, missed how she,” He emphasizes that word with a heavier thrust, “Takes me so fuckin’ well-, shit.”

Then he moans into your ear and you think you cum at the sound alone. So clear and provocative, echoing in your ear and making your mind go blissfully blank. “Ha-ah… ngh, Suguru, I… mmh..” You moan as his cock splits you open so deliciously.

Hell, that’s all you could do. Geto weighs his body down against you, pinning you to the mattress completely as he drags his cock almost all the way out of your twitching pussy just to give you a seconds rest. Not that it really helped as he slipped his dick right back into you, his jaw dropping and a filthy moan leaving his wet lips at the way your cunt feels so utterly soaked and warm wrapped around his cock.

Geto swears he could fuck you like this for hours and hours and hours but he’s too eager to see other things.

“Gonna have t’show me how you fuck yourself one of these days, love.” He huffs out breathlessly between thrusts.

You quickly start shaking your head at that—lost between reaching your high and processing his words, “N-No…”

“No? Oh c’mon,” He puts on this pout to mock you, “You don’t wanna show me? We’re married… I’ve shown you how I touch myself when you’re not around, why can’t you do the same, hm?”

“S’embarrassing…” You mumble with your lower lip poking out so deliciously that it makes your husband smirk.

“Aw, it’s embarrassing?” He teases, “Baby, I like it when you’re embarrassed. Plus, you looked so fuckin’ cute tryin’ to fuck yourself without me. Could’ barely take that piece of plastic ‘nd it’s smaller than my cock.”

“Sugu-“

“M’just sayin’…” He shrugs, “I want you to put on a lil’ show f’me. You can do that can’t you?” You’re shaking your head all over again and he frowns, “No? But baby,” His body presses down against you as if to emphasize his words and you could feel his tip pressing into your sweet spot, “C’mon, don’t make me beg for it.”

“I-I…” You’re left stuttering and moaning as your eyes travel to the back of your skull, “Ah, Suguru-, mgh…”

“Or would you rather me demand it, huh? Should I tell you you’re gonna show me what you were doin’ with that toy before I got here?” Geto pants into your ear, his lips brushing against your warm skin as you nod frantically in response. “Yeahhh? Alright then, gimme one more ‘nd then you’ll put on a lil’ show for me, ‘kay?”

[starcrossedmusings]

Pretty Hands

Pairing: best friend!Yunho x f!reader WC: 3.2k Warnings: eventual smut, reader has a thing for Yunho's hands (who doesn't??), swearing, fingering, choking, a little bit of degradation (he compares her to a whore literally once), PRAISE so much praise, Yunho talks reader through it (you're welcome), pov is kinda all over the place just let it be, Yunho is absolutely WHIPPED for reader teehee, probably some other things that I missed (let me know)

Summary: You and Yunho have been friends for years, and you tell each other everything. He suddenly takes a much more vested interest in your love life when you can't stop mentioning your newest interest.

A/N: This is entirely self indulgent and also I just wanted to get something full posted. The Phantom fic is turning out to be much longer than I originally anticipated (and so did this one once I started writing it). Let me know what you think♡

Stepping into Yunho's apartment had always felt like coming home, and today was no exception. You take your shoes off in the tiled entryway and pad your way through the main living area, calling out to him as you walk.

"Yun? I'm here!"

His muffled response flows down from the end of the hall, "Bedroom!"

You make your way through the back hallway and enter his room, finding him exactly where you thought he would be, focused in on his computer. There's a selection of empty drink cans and snack wrappers scattered around his desk, which tells you that whatever he's currently building on Minecraft has probably occupied the majority of his day so far. He pauses the game and turns his chair to face you.

"Whats up?"

"Got bored at home and my roommate isn't even trying to muffle her pornstar moans for her new boy toy."

Yunho barks out a laugh, "Does she seriously sound--"

"Just like it Yun I can't make this shit up. I'm starting to think maybe they're recording themselves in there."

Yunho wiggles his eyebrows as he stretches his arms up and over his head, leaning back in his chair. "Well, if I ever see your living room on Pornhub I'll be sure to let you know"

You crinkle your nose. "Ew. I do NOT need to know that."

"Whatever, don't act like you haven't been talking to me for weeks about how horny you are. If I have to hear about your vibrator dying one more time I'm gonna buy you a new one myself."

"You try getting unintentionally edged three nights in a row with a full charge, it's some bullshit Yun. Besides, I'm allowed to complain about my dry spell."

Yunho scoffs, tone playful and lighthearted. "Dry spell? It's been what? Two months?"

"It's been three thank you very much." You move to sit on his bed.

"Well some of us haven't had sex in much longer."

"Oh, please, that girl that San was messing around with was all over you at his birthday party last month, don't tell me you didn't take that opportunity."

Yunho raises his eyebrows in shock, leaning forward in his chair. "Wait, really?"

"Oh my GOD Yun you are so oblivious. Yes really. She was all giggly and twirling her hair and shit. That's like...girl flirting basics."

"I am not oblivious, I am actually quite observant. I could tell you things about yourself you don't even know. I just have my sights set on someone and that someone is not her."

You shoot him an incredulous look and snort out a laugh, leaning back to lay down completely on his bed, legs dangling off the edge. "Sure Yun, whatever makes you feel better."

You hear Yunho stand from his chair and feel his weight shift onto the mattress. He appears in your vision, a challenging playful sparkle in his eyes as he peers down at you. "Okay, fine. I can tell that you're trying out a new perfume, you just went shopping because your leggings are a different brand than you usually wear, and I know that you washed your hair last night because you're wearing it all the way down today."

You do your best to ignore the way your stomach summersaults at his attention to detail about you and your routines. You roll onto your side and prop your head up on your elbow, matching his challenging gaze. "Okay Sherlock Holmes. What kind of underwear am I wearing then?"

Yunho pauses to consider before responding "a thong, probably black." You grin triumphantly and lean in just a bit closer.

"Wrong. I'm not wearing any. You lose!" You stick your tongue out playfully at him and he swats your shoulder, falling back onto his mattress.

"You set me up!"

"Face it Yun, I'm just better than you."

"Yeah yeah, whatever" Yunho pouts, voice hightening slightly from surprise. He can feel a slight redness creeping up his ears and prays his hair has grown long enough to cover it. 'I'm not wearing any.' He clears his throat. "So why go commando? You finally planning to seduce your new conquest?"

"He is not a new conquest, he doesn't even know I like him."

"He will once he knows you aren't wearing any underwear for him" Yunho jokes, smiling cheekily. You smack at his chest.

"I didn't want to do laundry last night, asshole. Get your mind out of the gutter!"

"You're one to talk" he mutters under his breath.

You sit up fully and reach for one of the pillows at the top of his bed, slamming it down on his face. "Jeong Yunho I swear to god!" On your second swing, he manages to catch the pillow with one hand and pry it from your grasp, but not before giving you an entirely unhelpful image of his long fingers gripping the plush material.

"What?? All I ever hear you talk about lately is how tall and handsome this dude is and how much his hands make you drool."

"You sound jealous."

"I'm not jealous, I'm pissed that I have to hear all about him and don't even get to know what the dude's name is."

"I told you, I'm gatekeeping this time. You run your mouth too much."

"I do not!"

"Do too."

"Ugh FINE whatever," Yunho chucks the pillow back towards you and you dodge it, leaving both pillows on one side of the headboard, "You're so agitating."

"You know you love me Yun. But just for the attitude," You adjust both pillows and shuffle your way back until you're leaned against both of them, "no pillow for you for tonights doomscrolling session."

He huffs a laugh and scoots up to meet you, pulling out his phone and settling in against the headboard.

An hour later you get up to go to the bathroom, and when you get back Yunho has stolen both of his pillows. You frown and cross your arms. "Hey, asshole, those were mine!"

"Yeah?" He taunts playfully, "Well they were mine to begin with, and my back is killing me. So deal." You roll your eyes and cross back over to the bed, crawling over the side you've been sitting on and curling yourself into Yunho's side to rest your head against his chest. You feel him tense slightly underneath you before he moves one of his arms around your shoulders to let you lay more comfortably.

"There's no way in hell I'm sitting up against that cold ass metal frame you call a headboard." You mutter as you begin scrolling. Yunho's chuckle rumbles through his chest and tickles your cheek. You both sit in silence for a while, content to scroll on your phones. Eventually, you turn to look up at him from his chest.

"I meant to ask how your new project has been going. Whatever you were building when I came in looked pretty intense." You can see the faint tinge of red trail up his ears and neck--a telltale sign that whatever you caught him building makes him embarrassed. You sit up, propping your weight on your elbow and placing a hand on his chest to shove him slightly. "Ooooo now you have to tell me what it is!"

"It's embarrassing..."

"Tell me tell me tell me tell me--"

"Okay fine, fuck. I'll tell you if you promise not to laugh--"

"I won't I swear!"

"Pinky promise?" He holds his pinky out to you, and you raise a hand from his chest. Before you can lace your pinky in his, he pulls his hand up above his head. "I'm serious, Y/N, if you laugh I'll have no choice but to tickle you to death."

He's definitely not stalling because he has to come up with a reply, because he certainly hasn't been building a treehouse for you in what he hopes will one day be a shared server. Yunho thinks to himself that he would rather die than let you find out.

You scoff, "I won't laugh...and even if I did I'm not ticklish so your threat is a moot point."

Yunho drops his hand down onto the mattress. "Bullshit."

"It's not. I don't have a ticklish bone in my body."

"Liar."

You shake your head, and Yunho takes the opportunity to gently press the pads of his fingers into the sides of your ribs. The sensation hits you almost immediately, and you feel the tight feeling in your chest as he begins tickling you. You squeal and thrash around in his grasp, trying desperately to get away from his assault.

"Yun stop it--"

"Not until you admit you're a liar!" You begin to giggle and manage to roll away from him, but Yunho is quick to follow. He swings a long leg over your hips and pins you beneath him, a single large hand trapping both of your wrists above your head while the other dances across your ribs. "Admit it," He sings out.

"Okay! Okay fine I'm a liar!" You gasp out between laughter. Yunho beams down at you and immediately stops tickling your sides, leaving you panting underneath him--

Oh fuck...you're panting underneath him.

He can almost feel the shift in the air as he stares down at you. He knows he should move, just roll off of you and make up some bullshit lie about what he was building. You like someone else, and he clearly wasn't getting out of the friend zone any time soon. He's just making a fool of himself...and yet he just can't bring himself to stop memorizing the way you look splayed out beneath his hips. Eventually he forces himself to stop staring at the way your chest rises and falls or the sliver of your tummy that's poking out from underneath your shirt that's riding up. He locks eyes with you.

Your voice comes out softer than he's ever heard you speak before. "Hey Yun?"

"Yeah?"

"You know that mystery guy I've been telling you about? The one with the pretty hands?"

A twinge of annoyance flairs in his stomach and he can't help but grumble out his reply. "Yeah?"

"I'll give you a hint. He's got me pinned to the mattress right now."

Yunho feels his heart drop deep into the pit of his stomach.

"Like...like right now he does?"

You laugh lightly. "Yeah, right now, Yun."

Yunho swallows thickly as his head starts spinning. He leans down much slower than he would have liked to, giving you plenty of time to take it back--to laugh at him and tell him you got him good. He feels like his whole body lights ablaze when you close the final gap between your lips, and suddenly he is kissing you.

In almost any circumstance that you had seen Yunho kissing someone, he was always fast-paced--hot and heavy petting in the corner of a darkened bar, dares in drunken party circles--which is why you were floored at the reverence he was kissing you with now. His mouth was steady and intense against yours, his hands roaming slowly across the expanse of your torso like he was memorizing the feel of something priceless. You gently pull your hands from his grasp and tangle them in his hair, pulling him closer and matching his intensity with your fervor. You feel his hands make their way to the lower hem of your shirt, and your skin erupts in goosebumps as you feel his fingers ghost along the sliver of skin there. He breaks the kiss and you feel his breath fan across your face as he pants. His hands gently make their way to rest just under your shirt, not quite pushing the fabric up. He locks eyes with you.

"Is this okay?"

You chuckle gently. "Yes, Yun, you can touch me. I want you to touch me." You watch his eyes darken and his hands start running up your torso, pulling your shirt up with them.

"Where do you want me to touch you, baby?"

You exhale heavily and arch your back into his touch. "Anywhere...everywhere...I don't care."

Yunho smirks and feels his ego inflate. "You don't care? Hmm..." He starts planting kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck. Slow. Teasing. "If I remember correctly, you seemed pretty keen about having my hands in some specific places baby. Can you refresh my memory?"

The low whine that escapes your throat nearly sends him spiraling. "You know where...don't make me say it."

He does know, but there's nothing he wants to hear more right now than to hear you say it. He brings one hand up to your chest, cupping one of your boobs and squeezing gently as he continues peppering your neck with kisses. "Was it here? Or..." His hand trails back down and grips your hip possessively, "Here, maybe?" He hears you huff and feels your hand wrap around his wrist. You try to tug it up, and he chuckles softly but allows you to move his hand. He nips your earlobe and asks lowly, "Where do you need my hands baby?" He feels his cock twitch in his sweats when you wrap his fingers around your throat, guiding him to squeeze the sides gently. Your hands run down his chest and drop to your sides as he squeezes a little harder. "Fuck, look at you. So pretty with my hand around your neck."

You whine and buck your hips up, desperately looking for friction. Yunho coos as he looks down at you, wanting to have the image burned into his memory. He adjusts his position so he's sat on one side of you and brings his free hand to your thighs, squeezing the flesh there and watching the way you spread your legs for him. "Pretty girl, I need you to use your words. Spreading your legs like a whore isn't gonna get you what you want." He revels in the way you throw your head back onto the mattress and close your eyes, frustration evident already on your face.

"Need your fingers, Yun. Please."

Holy shit, he could combust right then and there. He smiles and traces his hands along the inside of your clothed thighs. "Good girl. So polite for me." He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your leggings and pulls them down and off, leaving you bare from the waist down. "Sit up for me baby. I want you between my legs."

Yunho sits on the edge of the mattress and allows you time to sit up, moving to sit in between his thighs. He hooks your legs over his, leaving you spread and completely at his mercy. A shiver runs down your spine as the pads of his fingers run across your thighs and you gasp as they brush against your core. He presses kisses into your neck and chuckles, "You're already soaking wet, what's got you all bothered hmm? I've barely touched you..." Yunho hums and teases your entrance with this middle finger. He can feel you clenching. "Do you like my hands that much baby? All it takes is a little choking and you're putty for me." He pushes two fingers inside, pumping slowly and curling back to find your sweet spot. He feels pride flare through his chest at the noise you make, a mix between a whine and a moan that eggs him on.

Your toes curl as Yunho almost immediately finds your g-spot. The pace he sets is almost perfect, and when he begins rubbing tight circles on your clit your eyes roll back into your head. The pleasure is a building wave, and it's all you can do to keep yourself remotely still as he continues pumping his thick fingers in and out. "Oh my god, Yun, please don't stop!" You clench helplessly around his fingers and let your head roll back to rest on his shoulder.

"Awe baby I'm not gonna stop. Not until I see how pretty you look cumming all over me. Will you do that for me, sweetheart?" he coos, bringing his other hand back up to your throat and squeezing lightly. "Will you cum all over my fingers? I bet you want to right? Wanna come on my fingers while I squeeze this pretty neck of yours?"

You whine and preen at his words and arch your back. Your legs begin to shake as Yunho's circling on your clit quickens pace just slightly, the thrusts of his fingers audible from the squelching between your thighs. Your breath quickens.

"My pretty girl, you're such a mess for me, aren't you? Can you hear how wet you are? All soaked for me? I bet your hands don't feel as good as mine hmm?"

You shake your head no violently, whining as he continues to talk lowly into your ear. Your orgasm builds quickly, and at this point you have no faith in your ability to speak coherently.

"No, they don't do they? I want you to show me how good my hands feel baby. Let go for me, sweetheart."

Your breath catches in your throat as you tip over the edge, and the feeling of your release washes over you. Your whole body jolts in his grasp as he continues pumping his fingers. You feel him squeeze your throat gently, just enough pressure to remind you that he's got you.

"Atta girl, look at you! Doing so good for me." You whine and buck your hips, orgasm still riding through your body. Yunho nips at your neck lightly and slows his pumping to a stop as you continue to shake. "That's it baby, just grind on them for me." The final aftershock of your orgasm finishes, and you go limp in his arms, leaning all of your weight back into his chest and breathing heavily.

Yunho pulls his fingers out and admires the mess you made on them before popping them into his mouth. He's still rock hard, and the taste of you on his fingers makes him twitch again. He'll definitely need your help with that later. He uses the hand around your neck to brush a stray hair from out of your face. "How are you feeling?"

You huff out a breathless laugh and turn your face to nuzzle into his neck. "How do you think I feel? That was...wow."

He can't help the goofy smile that crosses his face. "Oh really? Tell me more, I'd like a full report." He jokes, pulling the two of you down to snuggle on his bed. He grabs a throw blanket from your side and pulls it over the two of you and nearly melts when you curl closer to him, burying your face into his chest.

"Give me a few minutes to recover and I'll show you exactly how I'm feeling right now." Yunho rubs a hand up and down your back.

"I look forward to that."

"And then afterwards you're going to show me what you've been building."

Yunho chuckles and kisses the top of your head. No way in hell.

[xxgoldie]

happy little accidents

in which you accidentally send your nudes to lighter, and he definitely feels completely normal about it a/n: pls excuse the random letters that refuse to italicise, tumblr post editor hates me. notes: lighter x fem!reader (reader wears lingerie + one mention of boobs, otherwise pretty gn), mature (MDNI!!!), nudes (duh), mentions of rough sex, mentions of light bondage, kinda accidental voyeurism ig? wc: 1.1k

Y/N: [2 image attachments] what do you think?

A small smile makes its way onto Lighter's face when he saw your name pop up on his phone. Normally, he'd force it away - didn't exactly need people asking who had the Red Scarf grinning at his phone like that - but you'd caught him alone for once, resting on his bed after a long day. So he let himself smile, wondering what you'd sent him this time as he unlocked his phone - maybe pretty photos of the sky, or you were struggling to choose a drink at the convenience store, or you'd impulsively rearranged your room again. Corny as it was, it always made his heart skip a beat that it was him you thought of in those mundane little moments-

His heart skipped a different kind of beat when he opened your message.

Two mirror selfies, one facing forward, one in which you stretched to show your back. In both, you wore nothing but a gorgeous lingerie set, shocking red in lace and satin, a bra and panties and a sinful little garter belt...

In an instant, Lighter's thoughts were spiralling with questions and perverted fantasies. Why on earth were you sending him that? Not that he was complaining - he'd imagined you without your clothes more times than he cared to admit, and this was somehow better than any of his daydreams. Did Knock-Knock send screenshot notifications? Were these photos an invitation? A single word from you and he'd be there - he could fuck you right in front of that mirror, watch the bounce of your pretty ass and the way he'd make your eyes roll at the same time. A quick search told him that no, Knock-Knock didn't send screenshot notifications. Two clicks and the images were in his camera roll, quick future access to his personal slice of heaven. Shit, the red of that lingerie was basically the same shade as his scarf. Had you done that on purpose? You'd look so good in just that set and the scarf around your neck. Or he could tie it around your wrists, keep your hands attached to the bed as he pounded you into the mattress. Fuck, he should probably respond. What was he meant to say? Should he tell you what he was thinking about? That he was imagining taking you from behind, those crimson panties pulled to the side, no way he'd take them off when you'd dressed up so pretty for him-

Y/N: HOLY SHIT WRONG PERSON I'M SO SORRY

Okay. Maybe not for him.

For the second time in as many minutes, you sent Lighter's thoughts spiralling. Who did you intend to send those photos to if not him? Not that he expected you to send him raunchy photos, but he didn't think you were seeing anyone. He liked to think you'd have told him, even if it wasn't serious. Had he overestimated how close you were? Or was there some other reason - did you not think he'd approve? Well, not that Lighter would truly approve of any partner that wasn't himself, but you didn't know that. As long as they treated you well, he would be happy for you. Did they not treat you well? The mere thought had him clenching his fists with the sudden desire to throttle someone. And the tent in his pants wasn't exactly helping him clear his head, especially when the beautiful cause for it was still on his screen. And the intended recipient of those photos was the nameless, faceless mystery he was in the mood to throttle.

Crap. He still hadn't responded to you. You probably thought he'd left you on read.

Y/N: i meant to ask lucy for advice on the set ur names are next to each other i'm so sorry again, u did not need to see that

Right. Lucy often gave you advice on clothes - on the times you joined him in the city, you were constantly texting her pictures of clothes you saw in shop windows, wondering if you should buy them. And it made sense - the fact he got a full view of your body between the two photos was just a heavenly side effect of you trying to show both sides of the set. This didn't mean there wasn't someone else in mind with the lingerie, but at least you hadn't meant to send those photos to some asshole who you couldn't even tell him about.

But, more pressingly, he still had to respond. You'd sent Lighter six messages now, and he'd opened them immediately and not said anything the whole time. Not even typing. Just staring at the photos of your boobs like the lovestruck, horny idiot he was. He told himself to get a grip.

He had to be chill about it. He could tell you were freaking out a little on the other end of the phone - he just had to let you know it was okay, that you hadn't made anything weird. Without any hints to the fact he was picturing every possible dirty scenario that involved you, him and that pretty lace.

you're all good, don't stress about it

Shit. That came out way too dismissive. He should have addressed the situation more. Or would that be weird? Lighter was struck by the realisation that, for maybe the first time ever, he had no idea what to say to you. Words always flowed with you, even when you had his heart thumping in his chest; conversation had always been as easy as breathing. Though, to be totally fair, this whole situation was making breathing a bit more difficult too.

Y/N: thank u T^T this is so embarrassing fr

The message had served its purpose, at least. The two of you could move on with your lives. But there was still that itch he couldn't scratch; the guilt of enjoying the accident so much without you knowing, coupled with a desperate feeling that an opportunity was passing him by.

Lighter's fingers were flying across the keyboard in an instant, lurid compliments backspaced and overcorrected with praise that was far too chaste for the situation, then back in the other direction. He couldn't exactly tell you that he was thinking about fucking you so hard you'd leave scratches down his back the same beautiful scarlet as your bra, but calling pictures like that 'cute' would probably be insulting. The respectful balance he was looking for seemed just out of reach.

Eventually, he settled on something, finger hovering over the send button a little too long until he muttered a quick "fuck it", sending the message before the inevitable panic could set in.

if it's not weird to say, you look gorgeous in it

bonus!!

lighter's the kind of guy to send a risky text and immediately throw his phone into a river bc he got nervous abt how you'd respond

[dazzlingjaeyun]

hard thought !! nerdy!jake with glasses pls pls pls

bye omg i love jake with glasses and i love you (and this accidentally turned into 835 words sorry)

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧

"jakey," you hum against your boyfriend's now swollen lips after pulling away from another kiss. his fingers are digging into your skin a little too hard, nails surely leaving crescent shaped marks on your bare thighs that are straddling his lap.

the way he just confusedly looks at you through his slightly fogged up glasses draws a chuckle from you. "you're hurting me, love."

he loosens his grip almost immediately, softly massaging the skin instead. "sorry, pretty girl," he mumbles as he pushes your skirt up another inch just to place his hands on your ass and push you closer.

"someone got a little carried away, hm?" you ask with a grin, detangling one of your hands from his hair and pushing his glasses back up on his nose bridge.

he blushes ever so slightly, the prettiest shade of pink adorning his cheeks, yet he returns a grin that looks unusually cocky. "says the one that couldn't stop looking at my hands when she should have paid attention to what i was explaining?"

this time, it's your turn to blush. "but physics is so boring," you say with a slight pout. "and you're," you scoot closer, "so", your hand moves to the back of his head again, "annoyingly hot." you slightly tug on his hair, just enough to tilt his head back a little so he's forced to look at you instead of your, fairly speaking, way too low-cut shirt, "and my eyes are up here, baby. who's not paying attention now?"

he tightens his grip again, pushing you forward just enough for you to feel his length hardening. "for the record, you're always ruining my focus," he replies casually. "did i tell you you're the only thing that's made all the science stuff feel kinda irrelevant?"

although his words make you snort, they somehow also warm you heart – but you swear they're not the reason you clench around nothing. that has to be the outline of his now perfectly hard cock pressing against you.

"jake, that's not what you say in a situation like this," you try to deadpan, but your voice comes way shakier than planned.

"you sure?" he asks, squeezing the flesh of your ass once more before sliding his hands up to your hips and pushing you away to reveal the slightly darker spot on his gray sweatpants. "cause your body's reaction kinda says otherwise. so soaked you ruined my pants too?"

before you can respond, his hands are roaming your body again, not rushed but with urgency. he pulls you closer, leaves gentle kisses across your jawline, your neck and down to your collarbones – sucking and nibbling on your skin just enough to leave some light marks. but right when you press against him harder, he pulls away, lips brushing your neck as he speaks, "also, statistically, you–"

"jake," you interrupt, but he continues, "i'm just saying that 9 out of 10 times, you–"

"jaeyun," you say more firmly, "i love you, but for god's sake. shut up."

he looks at you for just the blink of an eye. and then, before you know it, your back is pressed into the mattress, your boyfriend hovering over you, using one hand to hold himself up and the other to pin your wrists above your head.

"but if i shut up, who's gonna tell you that your heart rate increases by about ten beats when i kiss you here?" he places one proving kiss right at the most sensitive spot on your neck.

"or that your body temperature rises by probably almost a full degree when i touch you here," he lets go of your wrists, instead trailing his fingers up your inner thigh until he reaches your core.

"and that your pupils widen, like, approximately half a second before you moan?" and as if to back up his claim, he slides your underwear to the side, just so he can gently press his thumb against your clit. he watches your face, grinning when he's proven right.

"also," he traces his middle finger down to your entrance, still rubbing his thumb over your clit in soft circles, "your breathing changes when i do this." he slowly pushes the digit in, "one deep breath and then two shallow ones."

you reach for the collar of his shirt, half to ground yourself, half to pull him down, angling your head up for a kiss that you too quickly break away from with a quiet gasp as he curls his finger just right to hit your sweet spot.

"and that just proved another theory," he murmurs, voice slightly hoarse. instead of replying, you just reach out to push his glasses up again, holding his gaze while he looks at you like he studies you. and although you'd love to complain about how his random rambles about the laws of physics could really kill the mood for you sometimes, at the end of the day, your boyfriend in fact got your body down to a science <3

© dazzlingjaeyun, 2025. please do not copy.

[xosannie]

ateez’s reaction when you accidentally mark/scratch them bcs it feels so good and you just cant help it

☆a/n: sorry if this took so long I wanted it to be good🤞🏻also look at me posting fics back to back🤭

☆Genre: smut 18+ MDNI

☆Pairing: ot8xfem!reader

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Hongjoong

He might not comment on it, but the feeling of pain definitely encourages him to keep going. Dare I say it turns him on.

~

It’s no surprise that Hongjoong likes to tease you. Giving you light touches and avoiding the area you need him the most, and if he does touch you where you crave him it’s at an agonizingly slow pace. So when finally, he has you pressed against the bed holding your legs open as he thrusted into you, you can’t help but gab onto whatever body part of his you can reach. In this case you hold onto his bicep, laying limp on the mattress as you let out whiny moans. It all just felt so good, finally having his cock slamming into you that you couldn’t help but drag your nails down his skin.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

You can feel his dick twitch in you and his hips drill into you at a faster pace (you didn’t know that was possible). In return he would lean down to dig his teeth in your neck, if you mark him he gets to mark you. You yelp at the feeling, clenching around his dick as you feel your orgasm creep up.

”You’re mine, remember that.”

If you had a dick you’d be so bricked up right now cause wtf he’s so hot for that.

Seonghwa

He doesn’t give it much thought when you scratch him, but once you start biting him… it’s game over

~

Seonghwa likes to hold you close while he fucked you, he loved the feeling of your skin rubbing against his as you moaned in his ear. In this particular situation you were trying to quiet down your moans while Seonghwa fucked you deep and slow. It was the middle of the night in your hotel room, you definitely didn’t want the other members sleeping next door to hear how good you were being fucked by their hyung. You held on to Seonghwa as your thighs trembled around him. You weren’t thinking when you suddenly dug your teeth in the crook of his neck to silent your moans. Seonghwa let out a choked moan and hips stilled as he pulled away slightly.

“Wait wait… don’t do that,” he whispered.

You looked up at him worryingly, afraid that you crossed a boundary you weren’t aware of.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I almost came,” he breathed out.

Holy fuck- YOU almost came after hearing that.

Yunho

He’s sort of in the middle ground, it doesn’t affect his deeply but he doesn’t hate it either. He does encourage it though, especially when he sees you resort to biting yourself.

~

You were always too scared to accidentally hurt Yunho during sex, you would just feel to bad. But you had this habit to want to bite on something when you felt too good. So when Yunho kneeled behind you while he fucked into you, you couldn’t help it when you raised your own hand up to bite down on it. Yunho noticed and he tsked at you, leaning forward so his chest pressed against your back. The new angle made you moan louder, this way Yunho was fucking even deeper in you. He reached forward to gently remove your hand from your mouth.

“No baby don’t bite yourself, here.”

He covered your mouth with his large palm, you were so fucked out that your brain didn’t fully process it when you bit down onto Yunho’s flesh. He grunted, kissing the side of your head.

“There you go, if you need to bite I’m right here okay?”

Afterwards, when you both finished and Yunho cleaned you up, you noticed the bite mark on his palm. You gasp, holding his hand gently to inspect the bite.

“I’m sorry baby, does it hurt?”

“No, it’s okay sweetheart,” Yunho chuckles.

You already felt a pang of guilt and Yunho noticed, cupping your face to reassure you.

“Heys it’s really okay baby, it honestly doesn’t hurt.”

“Are you sure?” “Yes I’m sure,” he kissed you softly. “Besides, it’s kinda cute when you feel so good you resort to biting.”

“If you call me cute I’ll get horny again.”

Yeosang

He doesn’t necessarily like the sting of the pain, but he wouldn’t want you to stop. He knows that if you’re marking him it means he’s doing a good job, and that turns him on.

~

Yeosang loved to pleasure you, one of his favorite ways was to have you sitting in his lap, back pressed against his chest as his fingers moved in and out of your hole. He loved to hold you, pressing soft kisses on your neck and cheek while you moaned at the feeling of his fingers fucking you. You threw your head back, resting it against his shoulder. You never purposefully hurt Yeosang, you weren’t thinking when you dug your nails in the skin of his forearm. He tries to hold back a whimper, pressing his lips together to keep the noise in.

“That feel good baby?” He asks in his deep yet soothing voice.

You nod eagerly, unable to form words from how good Yeosang fingers felt inside you.

“Yeah? I can tell. Mmm I love pleasing you.”

Of course after everything you apologize repeatedly while kissing the marks you left. He would just laugh and assure you that it’s okay.

“Don’t worry about it baby, you did it cause you felt so good. It means… I did good,” he says the last part shyly.

You pause at his words, heart exploding at how cute he looked.

“Im sucking your dick.”

San

He definitely doesn’t mind if you scratch or bite him, but his favorite if when you mark his body with pretty hickies. He loves the feeling of your tongue on him, lips sucking at his skin. It’s just so arousing and intimate.

~

You were just so horny, you haven’t seen San in days due to how busy he was. So when you both were finally alone, your grew too desperate when your soft kisses turned into a heated make out session. You both already tore each others clothes off before he pulled you closer to straddle his lap. You subconsciously rocked your hips against him, causing him to groan when he felt the way your wet pussy dragged against his bare thigh. He gripped your hips, guiding them back and forth making you to moan against his lips. You didn’t know if it’s because of how needy you were or if you’re just a sensitive slut, but the way your clit rubbed against the taut muscle made your head reel.

“I missed you so much baby, come on mark me up, let everyone know that I belong to you.”

You let out a small whimper, hiding your face in his neck to suck at his warm skin. You heard him groan at he feeling of your tongue, hands gripping tighter when he felt you nibble him just a bit.

“Yes there you go, good girl.”

”Call me a good girl again and I’m cumming on your thigh.” San laughs, placing a kiss on the side of your head.

Mingi

Honestly he doesn’t pay any mind to it since he’s too lost in the feeling of your warmth around his cock. Although, when he’s eating you out, that’s a different story.

~

You legs trembled around Mingi’s head as you entangled your fingers in his hair. The way he licked at your gushing hole while his long nose rubbed against your clit made your back arch. Your legs closed around his head but Mingi didn’t mind, he loved with when you trapped him against your pussy. You felt yourself getting closer to release, eyes rolling in the back of you head as you dug your nails in his scalp. Mingi whimpered against your core at the feeling, closing his eyes shut as you came all over his tongue. After your high was over, you realized how much you were hurting him so you massaged his scalp worryingly.

“Sorry Mingi, did that hurt? It just felt so good I couldn’t help it.”

“No don’t apologize,” he breathed out, pulling himself up to smash his lips on yours. You felt his throbbing cock press against your thigh.

“That was so hot, I want to fuck you but If I do I won’t last very long.”

Aaaand, you’re horny again :/

Wooyoung

Oh this man would looove it. He’s a pain slut just as much as you are. He loves the sting it feels good to him and he especially loves seeing the marks you left the next day. ~

You grasped tightly onto Wooyoung’s shoulder while you bounced on his length. He gripped your hips tightly, stilling your movement to drill up into your hole. You fell forward, hiding your face in Wooyoung’s neck as he grunted loudly. The feeling was so overwhelming you needed to ground yourself. You couldn’t help it when your nails scratched across his upper back leaving red trails on his tan skin. He moaned in your ear, hips stuttering for a moment.

“Do that again,” he commanded. You couldn’t comprehend what he said, getting lost at the feeling of Wooyoung fucking you just right. He slapped your ass making you yelp.

“I said scratch me again!” This time you did as you were told, scratching him without hesitation. The noises that came out of Wooyoung made you cum on his cock.

Like literally, you came so hard.

Jongho

He wouldn’t say much about it in the moment… but boy does it do something to him. He just doesn’t like to show it.

~

Jongho held your legs up while he thrusted inside you. You couldn’t stop squirming from how Jongho’s thick cock was hitting the perfect spot. You reached down, gripping his thighs and digging your nails in his skin just to drag it down scratching him. He would wince quietly but the sound would be drowned out but your loud moans. It wasn’t until hours later, when your both snuggled up on the couch after a shower that he speaks up.

“I really liked when you scratched me earlier.”

You turn your head to him, a little shocked by his confession. His gaze didn’t even meet yours, still fixated on the TV screen

“Really? I felt a little bad when I saw the mark I gave you when we were showering.”

“No don’t feel bad, keep doing it from now on.”

He pulled you in closer and you smiled at his attempt to sound nonchalant.

“Whatever you say bear,” you kissed his cheek and he fought back a smile.

Why was he so cute? :(

[brokenmenswhore]

helloooo do u think u could do a poly marauders smut where they all get jealous and punish reader 😁

absolutely i do

punish | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, & sirius)

warnings: choking, rough sex (MDNI 18+), smut, spanking, triple penetration (including anal)

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“You’re joking. I mean, you have to be joking, right?”

You toyed with your fingers, watching your hand movements in an effort to keep your head down and avoid eye contact as your legs began to shake, your feet reaching the floor as you sat on the edge of your bed. “I’m sorry, it just felt like something I should tell you-“

“It felt like something you should tell us? Fucking hell, angel, you can’t be agreeing to dates with other guys when you’re with us.”

You sighed, protesting, “but it’s not a date! He just needs help studying, I just thought it would be weird if I didn’t tell you.”

“If it’s something you have to sit us down and tell us about, doesn’t that set off a red flag?” James asked calmly, trying to level with you.

“I mean, not always,” you admitted, “I kinda have to do this with Sirius every time I even breathe the same air as a boy.”

Sirius was pacing back and forth in front of your bed, but he stopped when you spoke his name, turning toward you. “Do not act all innocent with me, you know you lead them on.”

“I don’t!” you protested.

Sirius was frustrated, his nostrils flaring as he gripped your jaw, forcing your head upward and your eyes to look at him.

“Look me in the eyes and try to tell me you didn’t say yes to him, knowing we would have an issue with it.”

“I-“

“That’s what I thought,” Sirius spat, “you knew how we would react, yet you agreed to it anyway.”

“You don’t control my decisions.”

You knew what you were doing by talking back to Sirius. He knew you made your own choices, but the truth was, you made this choice because you knew it would piss your boyfriends off. When they were jealous, they were mean.

Sirius tightened his grip. “What did you just say to me?”

“Take it easy, Sirius,” Remus said, approaching you two, “she’s clearly doing it to get a rise out of you.”

Sirius stared into your eyes. “Are you?”

Instead of responding, you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, which was the wrong thing to do.

Sirius pulled you to a stand by your jaw, spinning you around and pushing your front down, folding you onto the mattress.

“Something funny?” Sirius asked, and you shook your head no, your breath taken away by the haste of his action.

Remus leaned over the other side of the bed, his chin resting against the mattress, his face level with your own. “I tried to stick up for you, but unfortunately I think you’re going to miss your date.”

“It’s not a d-“

Before you could finish your retort, Sirius connected his palm with the flesh of your ass, causing your body to jolt slightly forward.

You gasped at the sudden pain, and Remus stuck his lower lip out, hyperbolically pouting. “Poor baby, did that hurt? Maybe you shouldn’t agree to dates with other guys.”

You sighed. “But I told you it-“

Sirius hit you again, harder this time. You nearly squeaked at the surprise of the feeling.

“Just stop talking, baby,” James said. He was standing somewhere behind you, near Sirius, but you couldn’t see him. He was always the nicest to you, and his brain felt bad when you were being punished, as much as his cock disagreed.

Sirius flipped your skirt up and pulled your underwear down your legs, exposing you from behind to your boyfriends.

“James, care to take over?” Sirius asked, backing away from your body.

James smiled, dropping to his knees, his face level with your core. You couldn’t see what was happening, but you knew it was James from the way he slowly darted out his tongue, tasting between your folds as his hands came to hold your waist, keeping you in place.

James was by far the most skilled with his tongue, so the boys elected that he would be best equipped to work you up properly.

You rested the side of your head against the sheets, whining softly as James began to taste you, swirling his tongue around your bud and sucking on your clit.

It was difficult for you to stay quiet, especially with James between your legs. The more he worked you up, the louder you became.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Shut up,” Remus demanded.

You couldn’t help but continue to moan and whine as James flicked your bud, causing your legs to shake slightly as he grabbed your ass, pressing his face even closer to your cunt.

“I said shut up,” Remus warned, “bad girls don’t get to make noise.”

“I’m not a bad girl,” you protested.

Remus gave you a wide-eyed stare. “You really wanna be punished today, huh?”

You only squealed in response when James’s tongue began to move faster and faster, trying to coax you to climax.

Remus bent down next to you and clasped a hand over your mouth, shutting you up since you wouldn’t do so yourself.

Your moans were muffled under his hand, which only worked James up more. He wanted to watch you struggle, and he wanted to make you moan so loud that it wouldn’t matter if Remus’s hand was covering your mouth or not.

You gripped the sheets, trying to steady yourself. Sirius, who was suddenly behind you, lifted one of your legs until it was bent on the bed, giving James even easier access to your core. You were even more on display for the boys with your skirt forcibly pushed up around your waist.

You were whining freely underneath Remus’s hand, your orgasm threatening to crash over you at any moment. Just when you began to squirm from the near overstimulation, James pulled away, bending his body identically over yours and moving his hand to insert a finger into your core.

You tried to press your forehead into the sheets, but Remus’s grip on your mouth was too tight. As James began to ruthlessly move his finger in and out of you, his unoccupied hand pressed the side of your head into the mattress.

“You wanna come?” he whispered into your ear, and you did your best to nod your head, but it was nearly impossible.

Just as you began to squeeze around James’s finger, he pulled completely away from you, leaving your core feeling empty and your body cold due to his body no longer against yours.

Your cunt clenched around nothing, the empty feeling causing you to wiggle your ass in an attempt to get one of the boys to give you the attention you now craved.

“Flip.”

Remus’s voice was strict, your body reacting to his instruction as you stood and turned over, laying back down on the bed. Finally facing upward, you could see what was going on.

Remus stood between your legs and pulled you toward the edge of the bed. You leaned yourself up on your elbows, but Sirius was way ahead of you, gripping your wrists and pinning your arms on either side of your head.

Remus pulled down his pants, lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance.

“Gotta remind you who you belong to, hm?” Remus said, slowly pushing the head of his cock into you.

He quickly pulled it back out, teasing your entrance as Sirius held your wrists down, watching you squirm and writhe in need and anticipation.

“Actually, I don’t know,” Remus said, continuing to tease you, “seems you might have already forgotten who’s you are.”

You furiously shook your head no, trying to demonstrate that you hadn’t forgotten you were theirs. You were so desperate to feel Remus inside of you, that you would have done anything to get him to fuck you already.

“Tell us you’re ours,” Sirius demanded, his face next to yours as he stood on the opposite side of the bed, still holding your wrists.

“I am, I’m yours-“

“So then you shouldn’t have agreed to date another guy,” James said, cutting you off.

The moment James’s sentence finished, Remus slammed his entire length into you, causing your body to hit forward.

You cried out, and Sirius dropped your wrists, instead opting to cover your mouth with one hand and your neck with the other.

Remus began to snap his hips in and out, not giving you an adjustment period before he began to ruthlessly fuck you. You didn’t dare move the positioning of your arms, keeping them up as you gripped the sheets beside your head.

You tried to moan and whine, but Sirius had a firm grip on your throat and was using the hand over your mouth to press your head deeper and deeper into the mattress.

Tears threatened to spill from the intensity, which was involuntary, but was also Sirius’s favorite thing.

“Aweh, poor baby, you gonna cry?” Sirius mocked.

You couldn’t help the slight hiccups that came as you cried, which only egged Sirius on more. “You don’t wanna be punished anymore, hm? Then maybe you shouldn’t be saying yes to other guys like a filthy fucking whore.”

You tried to nod your head in protest that no, you were not a filthy fucking whore, and you didn’t say yes to other guys, but you could barely move.

Remus was gripping your hips with no remorse, nearly bruising the skin from the pressure. He leaned over you, adding onto Sirius’s words as he whispered in your ear with each thrust, “filthy. Fucking. Whore.”

You were trying to catch your breath from your cries, but you could only take deep breaths through your nose. The boys were amused watching you struggle, and Remus was fucking you hard, consumed with his own pleasure and hellbent on denying you yours.

Your walls began to clench around Remus, and he immediately pulled out, bending over to steady himself. He had denied himself an orgasm in order to prevent yours. Still, he backed away from you, no intent to finish himself off when you were right there.

Sirius let go of your mouth and neck, but only to shift positions with the boys. You took the opportunity to immediately cry, “please, Rem, please, I need it-“

“Sh,” James took over, “I’m sorry, bunny, but this is a punishment, and you know what that means, don’t you?”

You sniffled, “I don’t get to come until all of you do.”

“Good girl,” James said, “stand up for a second for me, yeah?”

You stood, your legs shaking as James laid down on the mattress and patted his lower stomach. You crawled back onto the bed, swinging one leg over his waist to straddle him.

He was already unclothed, and Sirius was the same, appearing behind you as he knelt on the bed between James’s legs.

You looked between the two boys in confusion before your eyes widened in realization.

“Siri, I can’t-“

Sirius could tell you were nervous, so he dropped the intense wall for a brief moment to ask you for your consent.

Despite your tears, you nodded yes, wanting to please them but also aware that you could absolutely handle it.

“Up,” James tapped the side of your thigh, prompting you to raise your hips. He gave himself a few lazy strokes before lining himself up with your entrance. You slowly sank down onto his length, sighing in appreciation at the feeling of being filled again.

When you were all the way down, James pulled your body against his, holding you tightly as he stilled inside of you.

Sirius had already lubricated his cock in preparation, bending down to bite the flesh of your ass before lining his tip up with your other hole.

James held you tightly as Sirius pushed just his tip inside, a long gasp leaving your lips at the sudden intrusion.

You buried your face into the crook of James’s neck as Sirius slowly inserted himself into your ass. If you let out a particularly high squeak, Sirius stilled for a moment, but otherwise he moved as slow as he possibly could until his entire length was inside of you.

James lifted his head off the bed to peek at where your three bodies connected, bridged through you, and you took the opportunity to grab the back of James’s head, desperate for anything other than the mattress to ground yourself on.

You stayed in your position, heavy breathing as you adjusted to both boys, Sirius grabbing your hips and James’s arms remaining wrapped around your torso.

“Tell us when we can move, doll,” Sirius said, his composure faltering.

You gave it a few minutes, allowing the pain to subside as your hole stretched, before telling the boys, “I’m okay.”

James and Sirius exchanged a look, and James smiled wide as he slowly pushed his hips upward, stimulating your cunt. You moaned from the sudden movement, holding James close to you as he loosened his grip around your body, shifting and holding the sides of your torso as he moved, trying his hardest to keep you from bouncing. He was afraid of hurting you due to Sirius, but it was hard to hold back when you were on top of him with two cocks inside of you.

James set a steady pace, not nearly as rough as Remus, but not slow either. After a few minutes of adjusting to James, Sirius tightened his grip on your hips in warning.

You inhaled a sharp breath in anticipation right before Sirius slowly pulled a tiny bit out, pushing back in to test the waters. You nearly collapsed even more onto James’s body, but Sirius’s grip kept your hips tilted upward.

Sirius began to move in and out slowly, cautious of just how far back he pulled out with each stroke. It hurt like hell for a moment before the pain subsided, and all you could feel was pleasure twice over.

“Fuckin’ hell,” James moaned, throwing his head back against the pillows as both he and Sirius worked you up.

They tried to stay in a rhythm, one pushing in while the other pulled out, but quickly became too engrossed in the act to worry about the other one’s pacing.

You were still crying softly, whining and whimpering at a much higher pitch than you usually did.

Sirius smacked your ass, causing you to throw your head back and moan. He took the opportunity to grip your hair, keeping your head in position. At the new angle, James could see your face clearly, and he couldn’t look away.

“Who do you belong to?” Sirius asked.

You nearly choked trying to speak. “You.”

Sirius balled your hair up into a ponytail, signaling James to take over the hold. James grabbed your hair, pulling until your head was turned to look at where Sirius connected his body with yours.

Your holes were so tight around both boys that they both knew they wouldn’t last long.

“Looks so fuckin’ good,” James said, “you like it when Sirius and I fuck you at the same time?”

You only moaned in response, but that wasn’t good enough. Sirius spanked you again, and you looked him dead in his eyes, swallowing your pride and embarrassment and saying, “I love it when you fuck me at the same time.”

Sirius groaned at your words, especially the sight of you speaking them while looking him in the eyes, and he subsequently picked up the pace.

There was a sudden tap on your jaw, and you cocked your head upward to see Remus kneeling in front of you, lazily stroking his cock in front of your face.

“You wanna be a good girl?” he asked you.

You nodded your head yes, and before he could even instruct you to open your mouth, you stuck your tongue out, ready for him.

He gave you a smile in return before he pushed his cock past your lips. You struggled to move your head, your body rocking in all directions from the two boys already inside of you, and Remus noticed instantly.

“Sh, sh, keep your head still, that’s it, good girl,” Remus spoke, gently holding the back of your head as he began to thrust his hips forward into your mouth.

Every few hits, his cock grazed the back of your throat, causing you to gag a moan. The sound and sight drove Sirius over the edge, and his thrusts became harder and sharper.

James didn’t calm down as Sirius became more intense, and Remus didn’t care about either of them.

Sirius hit a final few thrusts before he pulled out of you, spilling his seed onto your ass and hips, watching as it dripped down the curves of your body.

Remus was the second to come, so worked up from earlier that he knew he would be done for within minutes, and he was right. His come shot to the back of your throat, and you swallowed the entire load, sticking your tongue out to show him you had done so.

You dropped your head in a desperate attempt to relax as James continued to thrust up into you. You were fighting with everything you were to keep from coming, and you desperately needed James to release so you could, but he was arguably being the meanest of them all.

Every time he would feel himself approaching his climax, he would force himself to slow down. He was greedy, and now that Remus and Sirius were done, he had you all to himself. He knew you were fucked out, but he also knew you hadn’t come yet, and wanted to savor the journey.

“Jamie, please-“ you cried.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered in your ear.

“I’m yours, I’m all of yours-“

“No no, baby, tell me you’re mine.”

You moved to hold yourself up on either side of James’s head, looking down at him as you spoke softly so that only he could hear, “I’m yours, James, all yours.”

Your words were enough for him.

He came inside of you, his leg muscles spasming as he hit deep within your cervix.

He came down from his high inside of you, pulling out and lifting you upward, his hands on your hips as he shifted you to lay down on the bed.

You rested your back against the sheets, looking at your three boyfriends, nervous and expectant.

“I don’t know, do you think you deserve to come?” Sirius asked.

You furiously nodded your head yes, the aching between your legs growing. You were tired, but you were desperate.

“I just don’t know-“

“Please,” you begged.

“Sirius, c’mon,” James bargained, running his fingers through his hair, “she did great. Just let her come already.”

Sirius looked to Remus, who was way ahead of him.

Remus took his position between your legs, gently spreading them apart as you whimpered.

“Sh, you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you responded, “I’m alright.”

“You ready for me?”

“Please,” you breathed out.

Remus slowly inserted himself into you, your back arching up off the bed from the overstimulation.

For the first time the whole time you’d been getting punished, Remus leaned down and kissed you. You nearly choked on tears from the happiness and relief that came from the feeling of his lips on yours. While you enjoyed the roughness and punishment, it was nice to be grounded back to safety and intimacy.

Remus continued to kiss you as he fucked you, never moving too fast for fear that he may hurt you. You were overstimulated and edged enough that within few minutes, you came hard around Remus, never breaking the kiss as you whined into his mouth.

Remus didn’t pull away as your legs shook rapidly. You rested them flush against the mattress, and Remus slowly pulled out of you, giving you one final kiss before rolling off of you.

You caught your breath, unable and unwilling to move from your position from pure exhaustion.

“Gonna get you cleaned up and then we’ll all relax together, okay?” Sirius cooed, wiping the sweat-soaked hair away from your face.

“Thank you,” you said as he gently maneuvered a washcloth between your legs.

When you were cleaned up, James lifted you off the bed, and Remus pulled the sheets down before James placed you back down, pulling the sheets up over you and shifting into bed next to you. Remus joined you on the other side.

“Fuck you guys, where am I supposed to go?”

You shifted slightly forward, and Sirius took the hint, climbing over everyone to seat himself directly behind you. You rested back against his chest, exhaustion consuming your body as you fell into a sleep that meant you would most certainly miss your “date.”

[zolass]

Oblivious Idiot Top Male Oc x Bottom Male Reader

Posting four days in a row, I'm literally just using the motivation of the feedback and support I'm getting from y'all to pump out a few stories. Perfect time to say thank you for over 200 followers, the feedback in likes and obviously the nice comments. Thank you all <3 I kinda wanna do more parts to Oblivious Idiot because in my head it could be fun with at least another part. MDNI if you do, that's not my problem what you consume. content/warning: slut shaming, reader dresses feminine, slightly uncomfortable reminder of past, fingering, rutting against pillow. I hope I got everything if not I'm sry. 1.4k words

Rage bubbled underneath your skin, as you stalked down the sidewalk with quick and heavy strikes. You kept your head down, as your blood boiled like a volcano ready to erupt, and you didn’t want to be punching a stranger for looking at you funny by the way you dress.

Not after what happened not even fifteen minutes ago, what was the sore reason why you were so mad. You always wore clothes that others would describe as feminine, yet to you it were simply clothes that you found good looking on yourself. Clothes don’t define gender, so until you reached high school your clothing style would switch between ‘masculine’ and ‘feminine’, yet some boys and girls found it strange, even putting their opinions openly out, which you wouldn’t have minded if they wouldn’t straight up insult you. 

As you stopped in front of the apartment complex, in which you lived together with your childhood ‘best friend’, you couldn’t help the grinding of your teeth, as you looked through the bag you had by your side for your teeth. Fiddling with the mess of keys, until you found the right one had you swallowing hard, until you pushed the door to the complex open and quickly skipped up the stairs to the third floor, not in the mood to wait for the elevator. When you reached your floor, your legs were aching, yet you pushed forward, especially now that you were so close to your own four walls. 

When the white doors to your shared apartment finally opened with another key, you didn’t waste another minute in the hallway, before rushing in and closing the door rather harshly, which definitely caught the attention of your fellow roommate, Zachary, who was surprised by your way too early and angry person dashing past the living room, only to hear a loud bang, of the doors to your room shutting.

Quickly kicking your shoes off, before letting your bag fall beside them. Making a bee-line to your bed, you dropped on the soft mattress with a heavy sigh sprawled out on your stomach. You sniffed and wiped your tears of anger and frustration away, when a knock sounded at your door. “Hey.. can I come in?” the calm yet concerned muffled voice of Zachary was like balm on your rippling emotions

You gave a short answer, and shortly after the door opened and the mattress sunk slightly by the added weight and a warm hand placed on your upper back. At first you were reluctant to lift your head, to show your roommate, your best friend, your goddamn crush, the mess you were emotionally, but the soothing caress on your back and the calming hums of a unknown melody made you rest your head on your arms, exposing your slightly puffy eyes. 

“What happened that got you so fired up?” Zachary asked, and obviously he couldn’t know, yet thinking to what happened made you clench your hands into fists as you glared at the blanket, “Ask your friend–” you sat up, feeling how his warm palm left your back, as you stared in his honey brown eyes, “Ask your himbo of a teammate, Aaron–” you cut yourself off as your teeth digged into you lower lip. 

Your blunt nails digged into your palms, as you swallowed hard trying to steady your breath before you continued, “He thought it would be funny to ask me– how much I take for an hour,” 

Never in your life did you experience this, odd looks or a few comments that never reached this degree. 

Biting your lip at the silence, you looked back at Zachary, after you had looked away while grounding yourself. The look in Zachary’s eyes was one you would describe as murderous, you never saw him this angry before. You watched with big eyes as the other suddenly stood up, “I’ll talk with him and take care of this,” his usual soft demeanor was cracked yet he gave you a tender kiss on your forehead before he stormed out of your room. You only heard him picking up his keys before the front door opened and quickly shut.

Now you were alone in the apartment, pursing your lips you slowly got up and walked out of your room, walking into the one across from yours. As you stood in Zachary’s room, you couldn’t help but take in the scent that lingered inside the room, but your attention was quickly on the bed on which you threw yourself. You simply wanted a hug, yet Zachary seemed to be blinded by anger that it even surprised you, unable to even utter your request of a comforting hug.

You buried your nose in the pillow, hugging it close to your chest. Sighing as your mood seemed to lighten by simply being in Zachary’s room. Yet you couldn’t help the pout forming on your face, Zachary was oblivious to your feelings that you harbor since you weren’t even sure when you started to feel different towards your best friend. It also didn’t help that you were always so close with him, living together and when you guys were younger you lived across the street from each other.

As you steered your mind even further into more peaceful waters, you couldn’t help but be reminded of the lingering touches, sending excitement down your spine into your dick. Your breath hitched as you started to rub yourself against the blanket, the white underwear slowly forming a wet spot from your precum, as from today you wore a simple skirt that reached the middle of your thighs. 

Slowly you let out breathy moans, the pillow that you hugged only a minute ago was now between your plush thighs as you rutted your hips into the cushion, the friction sent shivers down your spine. But deep down you wished it was something else giving you pleasure, someone. The wet spot on your panties got larger and larger yet your orgasm seemed still so far away.

Taking three of your fingers in your mouth, you sucked and licked them until they were wet enough, before you pulled your panties to the side and quickly pushed two digits in, a moan left your throat as your head bobbed back in pleasure, your eyes closed as you imagined that instead of your fingers it were the thick and long ones of Zachary. 

As you pushed your third finger in, you remembered the time where you were accidentally flashed by Zachary, the image of his hard cock burned into your mind, you two never spoke about it, but right now you wished you did. Whines left you as you fingered your hole in a frenzy brushing against your prostate, making you whimper in frustration, yet the stimulation on your weeping cock, helped you getting closer to your sweet relief, all the while shameless moans left you.

“R-right there Zac– fuck yes.. Ahh–” a choked moan left you, “fuck me, please–” your mind was blinded by lust, the coiling in your groin as you were on the edge of your orgasm, “My oh my– what a naughty boy,” you brushed against your prostate as shock paralyzed you for a second, before your head snapped to the door. 

There he stood, breathing heavy while his fists were clenched, yet when your eyes collided with darkened eyes, something about that look pushed you over the edge, making your spurt white ropes of cum, soiling your panties and the bed, while a choked “Zachary,” left your lips, your back arched slightly and your brows furrowed slightly.

While your mind was in a state of bliss and panic, the other took slow steps inside his room, eyes solely on you, “I found it actually nicer when you moaned my nickname that you used to love to call me by,” his words were dripping with what you would describe as lust. You couldn’t hold eye contact for long, when your gaze dropped you spotted the bleeding knuckles. A gasp left your lips, you reached your hand out, before pulling it back as it was the exact hand that you used to finger your ass. Also because you weren’t sure by the way he clenched his fists you would be the next to have these in your face.

“What happened?” you decided to simply ask, glancing up at the honey brown eyes. Zachary raised one eyebrow at the lack of actions you would’ve usually shown, he couldn’t help but frown but he did also notice your tense shoulders, while you obviously also tried to move on from what he caught you doing. 

But he wouldn’t be mean, and simply indulge in your attempt, “He had it coming– after all nobody gets to shame you and come out scott free.”

[shotmrmiller]

Uninvited, Unexpected.

a/n: it's nice until the very end. it hints at baby trapping. one solid sentence that's kinda degrading (i couldn't help myself ok) this was in the works for so long, i did so much research just to use words. english is hard. and ignore the plot holes, for my sake. my sanity.

this is SMUT. 18+mdni please (if im missing anything else, lmk)

ty to my wonderful beta readers @waves-against-a-cliff & @xoxunhinged

wc: 3,1K

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!reader

my contribution to the @glitterypirateduck ghost challenge. idc if i wrote it much earlier lol.

You're awoken by a loud noise. At first, you think you dreamt it. Exploding head syndrome, maybe. You strain your hearing but it's quiet, save for the occasional creak of the house settling, its old bones creaking in the dead of night. Rain gently patters against the windows, blurring the world outside.

A flash of sudden light illuminates the bedroom, casting elongated shadows across the floor, followed by a loud crack that rattles the glass. Thunder. You should've guessed.

The frantic beating of your heart slows to a gentle roll, and your eyes leaden with sleep. The soft pillows beckon, the warm blankets cradle you as you sink back onto the mattress.

Only for you to be snapped back into reality, drowsiness dissipating like a morning mist.

Someone's knocking on your door.

Your heart is in your throat as you quickly peel off the blankets, the chill of the floorboards underneath your bare feet seeping into your bones.

In the bookshelf sits the gun Simon had given you before he had moved out, the rumble of his voice a ghost in your ear. "For protection," he'd murmured, placing the cold metal onto your open palms. "Jus' in case."

Your trembling fingers fumble as you search for it in the dark, flinching as a couple of books spill from the shelf onto the floor, pages rustling in your urgency.

The knocking persists.

The metal of the grip is unyielding in your clammy hands. You've never tested it before, never had the displeasure. As you hold it close to your chest with a quivering breath, you hope tonight won't change that.

Simon's instructions echo in your mind as you approach the front door. "Thumb the safety. Hold the grip with both hands. Do not, under any circumstance, put your finger on the trigger unless you're plannin' on sendin' hate. Clear?"

Your throat tightens, a phantom snake coiling around the narrow passage, and panic grips your heart as you reach for the blinds, slowly hooking two fingers and carefully pulling down to look at who is—

Simon.

Simon?

Sweat-slick fingers flip the light switch before quickly undoing the locks, the hinges groaning in protest as the door opens.

"What the hell?"

It's Simon, disheveled— maskless— swaying on his feet. His eyes are half-closed and unfocused. Johnny's holding him up by the arm, struggling to keep him upright.

"S'ry, bonnie. We wen' out fer a few 'nd clearly, he's out 'is face. Quite crabbit, too. He said ye'd let 'em sleep 'ere," he slurs.

Simon's not the only one who's pissed. With a resigned sigh, you gesture at the couch with your free hand. "There, I guess."

That he thought of you even in his drunken haze tugs at your fragile heartstrings.

Johnny guides him to the catch, a quiet C'mon LT to spur him forward. Heavy boots thud against the floor as they stumble toward the living room while you carefully place the gun on the kitchen countertop before reaching for a water bottle in the pantry. Johnny snickers under his breath as Simon collapses onto the sofa, the springs protesting his weight.

Two bottles, then.

You watch Simon's head loll as you hand Johnny the water. "Tell me you aren't the one driving, Johnny," you grumble.

He takes it with a quiet thanks. "Naw. Cap'n's stone cold sober."

Small mercies.

Johnny gives Simon a rough slap to the side of his leg as he bids him goodbye, pulling you in for an embrace tight enough that your spine pops before walking out the door.

You let out another sigh as the lock clicked back into place. The tangy, sour scent of stale alcohol mixed with stings at your nose, as does the invasive smell of smoke.

His boots are mud-caked, and you'll be damned if he stains your nice furniture with his mess. "Shoes off." He groans but complies. The laces come undone quickly, and you tug his shoes off with a grunt. "Simon."

His glassy eyes meet yours. "Drink your water." The burning need to chuck it at his head is one you have to vehemently smother into embers. Moron. Only Simon would have the gall to show up unannounced months after the separation. And drunk.

You push the bottle into his chest roughly and make to go back to bed when he encircles his hand around your wrist and the world spins on its axis, suddenly finding yourself beneath him with his face nestled in the crook of your neck.

Simon's breath is hot against your skin, the weight of his body pinning you down so achingly familiar. It stirs up past memories that would have you pressing your thighs together if he wasn't right there, using his broad waist to spread them apart.

"Missed ya, love." A confession. "S'much."

The breath you draw is jagged, his slow-spoken words hanging in the air. You want to push him away, scream at him for stumbling in and disrupting your night, your rest, your carefully crafted peace. But there's a part of you that can't help but soften at the tenderness in his tone.

"Simon," you whisper. "You're drunk. You don't know what you're saying—" his lips find your fluttering pulse. You find purchase in his shirt, shaky fingers grasping at the hem.

"'M drunk, no' no liar." Your resolve wavers. No, he never had been. Honesty hadn't been the reason for the split. It wasn't the truth he'd spoken but the truths he'd kept to himself. A fortress around his heart, the bridge to its gates raised. Unwilling to share a burden, share a life.

His warm tongue licks a hot stripe up your neck reaching the lobe of your ear where his blunt teeth sink into it. A choked gasp spills from your mouth, spine arching in reflex— your treacherous body remembering his touch, yearning for it.

"Simon—" your words get caught in your throat; snag like fishhooks when he undulates his hips, arousal creeping along your veins like ivy.

"Don't ya miss me, pet?" You've asked him to not call you that because it never fails to stoke the fire in your belly, to sodden your knickers. Before you can chide him on his choice of words, he shifts. One arm, an inked column under the soft light of the living room, holds him up just enough to bring his rugged face into focus. His eyes, like a stormy night's sky, swirl with untamed desire.

You know it's dangerous to play with fire. Touch it and burn, ache, blister. But the passion of this old flame beckons like a siren with sharp teeth. Each drag of his prominent erection against your core only succeeds in pulling you away from the shore of clarity. It's disorienting, insistent.

Relentless.

"My pretty little love," he mumbles. Simon's gaze drags from your glassy eyes to the delicate contours of your collarbone. His fingers trace lines of intimacy onto the swell of your breasts before using the pad of his thumb to swirl the stiffened peak of your nipple. "Say the word 'nd it all stops."

The scent of alcohol clings to him, a bitter reminder of the loss of inhibitions it brings as it warms one's chest. Blurred lines he might not mind, but you do. Lost boundaries. Rejection sits on the tip of your tongue, on the edge of your teeth when he says something that frays the last threads of your resolve.

It comes undone.

"Please. Jus' tonigh'. All I need." His words sound like footsteps in winter mire, slushed, syllables blending together.

You'll just have to kick him out on his arse in the morning.

"Okay," you breathe. Just one night, you tell yourself. He's always been good to you in the bedroom. One last hurrah wouldn't hurt. Maybe it'll allow you to finally close this painful chapter in your life and start anew, with pristine white pages and fresh ink.

Your hands, trembling with nerves and anticipation, cradle his face. The roughness of his stubble in contrast with the softness of your palms is grounding, keeping you from being pulled under your own swirling emotions.

" 'M righ' 'ere, love. You're safe with me, always." He whispers the last words reverently, a vow. Simon's breath mingles with yours as he leans in for a kiss.

The world around you fades, your senses tunneled on the feel of his lips, the taste of him— mildly sweet with a hint of peppermint. He slants his head to deepen the kiss, and the bruising ache in your heart is replaced by another, one that burns brightly and threatens to sweep you away.

The lulling sound of the pouring rain outside is drowned out by the beating of your racing heart.

The bed creaks when Simon perches you on the edge of it, quietly ordering you to take your top off.

"What about my bottoms?" You bite down on the gummy inside of your cheek when he pins you in place with a look— a predator eyeing its prey.

"Those are mine." Resounding. Final. A gavel in a courtroom.

You fling your shirt off, tossing it into some forgotten corner in the room, and cheekily watch Simon undress. It's not methodical like it used to be. No longer a means to an end. Experienced fingers undo the buckle of his belt before he takes it off, the leather material snapping in the air, slicing through the silence.

A quip tumbles out of your mouth faster than you can stop it. "Gonna spank me with that?"

The air around you thickens— or thins, you can't be sure— when his eyes flash to you. He kicks off his jeans, one foot after the other, wobbling as he does. "Tha' wha' you want?" The words he didn't say ring out loud and clear.

Don't rattle the cage, sweetheart. This dog isn't muzzled.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from saying anything else, something that he might take you up on, instead focusing on the way his heavy cock hangs in between legs (dangling with each step forward—)

"M'eyes are up 'ere." Your nose scrunches at his joke. Cute.

He lowers himself onto his knees, your legs cradling his face as it hovers over your sex, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on your heated skin.

The sleeping shorts you're wearing are ratty and worn. They're thin too, practically translucent from constant use. Which means that he can see that you're not wearing any undergarments underneath.

"Hope you know I can—" Heat licks up the sides of your jaw, pooling in your cheeks as you cut him off with a snappy remark.

"Yes. I know."

The tip of his pointed tongue drags along the seam of your shorts, right along your slit. Your breath hitches, and you clench your jaw to keep from making a sound. Your back bows involuntarily, the feeling startling, intense.

"Can see tha' clear as day, as if lookin' through a windowpane, pet," he taunts. The words that are forming, almost ready to spill out, freeze in place when his mouth comes in direct contact with your slippery cunt. He licks once, twice, through your folds, slightly dipping into your slick entrance, only pulling away to nuzzle your pearl with his misaligned nose.

"Sweet as a peach, jus' like I remember," he purrs, the timbre of his voice buzzing against your puffy lips. "Missed this." A mewl slithers past your grit teeth when he gently sinks one thick finger into you, curling and twisting. Arousal drips onto his knuckle, tracing a hot path down to his wrist. He coos at you when he adds another digit, hissing at the sharp but brief pinprick of the stretch.

"Bloody fuckin' tight." Simon rises off the floor, the quiet sound of his knees popping swallowed up by your harsh pants. "Gotta let me in, love. Relax."

He keeps the thrusts shallow, his fingers dragging deliciously along your nerve endings. The sting soon fades, giving way to a gentle warmth that unfurls inside of you, letting Simon reach deeper until—

Your muscles stiffen, tight like a spring when he brushes over the rough patch of skin that has bursts of light appearing across your eyelids.

"Look at ya. Droolin' like a mutt with my fingers stuffed up your pretty cunt."

There's a pressure in your lower belly that's steadily building with each sloppy thrust of his hand, pulling squelching noises from your sodden pussy. He finally, finally, latches onto your neglected clit, lightly sucking on it in tandem with his fingers.

Your chin drops to your chest as everything nears a breaking point. The pressure inside you has your body wound tight. The fibers of your muscles contract, almost painfully, preparing for the release of what's to come, what can't be ignored.

The swirling of his golden tongue pushes against the boundaries of your endurance, pushes you to the precipice, where you finally hit the point of no return. You can feel something about to give, ecstasy trickling through the cracks in your foundation, uncontrollable, raw. Your fingers thread through Simon's hair, curling tightly, pulling it taut when you feel something about to give—oh fuck—

Snap.

The structure that holds everything in place collapses.

A sudden release of pent-up energy and emotion erupts like a dam bursting, a cleansing flood that washes away the grime of old wounds, of bitterness, leaving the edges softened so they can heal; knit closed and scar over. Closure. It touches every part of you, filling you with a sense of liberation.

Your heart beats freely, it throbs with life as a wave of relief washes over you, soothing, a balm over scraped flesh, a rush of cool air into starved lungs.

A lightness that comes after being weighed down with burdens for so long.

Simon's hands encircle your arms firmly— fingers digging into the meat of your biceps— and effortlessly maneuvers you toward the center of the bed as if your lethargic form were a feather caught in a breeze; weightless, insignificant.

Gentle but unyielding.

There's a ringing in your ears that muffles his voice, blurring the edges of his words, an unintelligible hum, as if you were underwater. The sensation leaves you feeling adrift in a tranquil sea, cradled in its silken embrace. The only anchor you have to the muzzy reality is his warm touch.

"'M sorry, sweetheart. I can't," he apologizes, hooking your right leg over his shoulder. You let out a sibilant hiss as he leans forward, pushing your knee to your chest, the corded muscle of your hamstring pulling to its limit. "Can't wait anymore, 'm sorry."

Simon gives you a sloppy kiss as his heaving length prods at your swollen entrance, the tip breaching your pussy with a warm burn that starts from under your navel and only flares, radiating from your core outward. It's searing, the initial bite of the stretch disrupts the haze in your muddled mind, bringing the world around you into cutting clarity.

A guttural noise claws up his throat as Simon sheathes himself halfway, his growled words not the salve he was hoping for. It only grates at already raw nerves, abrasive.

"Jus' a little more, you can take it." He winds a hand downward to draw messy circles on your slippery clit, to stifle the roaring fire in your stomach, your chest. "You already have."

His jerky touch does its job, transforming the sharp burn of him wrenching your walls apart fiber by fiber into a quiet glow; smoldering heat now simmering. You soften, mellow and pliant, accept him into your body as he sinks to the hilt with a quiet groan.

"There's my girl. Takin' all of it like you were made f'me." Simon's words of praise tangle around your spine, electric, prickling. Your heart gallops like a herd of horses, wild and free. "Liked tha' did you? Jus' about strangled my cock with your tight cunt."

He rolls his hips once, twice, searching for signs of discomfort, but when only warm pleasure laps at your heels, when the barest of moans spill from your open lips, Simon begins to put his weight behind his thrusts.

Through half-lidded eyes, you see a raw, primal hunger reflected in his eyes— his soul, the one he'd claimed to have lost long ago, back with his reason, his sanity.

Yet he looks down at you as if you were his only salvation. A lifeline he grabs onto with an unyielding grip, his only tether to hope, purpose. A lighthouse shining in a raging storm, a beacon calling him home.

Simon presses a large hand onto your lower stomach, his work-worn palm pushing until you wince, brows furrowing at the fleeting whisper of pain.

"Can feel myself right here," he sluggishly mumbles, drunk of the feel of your cunt, the taste of your skin on his tongue— sweet like ripened figs. The sensory overload has him sinking his fingers into your flesh until it dimples.

He murmurs something under his taxed breath, something akin to mine, only mine as his lips leave a slick trail of saliva on the dip of your collarbone, the gentle curve of your shoulder, the thin, soft skin of your bicep up to your inner wrist, where he laps at your pulse.

As if savoring the present. The precious gift he's unwrapped, here and now. The last taste of you, which he hopes with a reverence that borders on prayer, lingers on his tongue long after the fruit— the sweet evidence of this one last intimacy— falls from the bough.

Simon comes with his teeth in the crook of your neck, biting down with a crushing pressure that has an acute pain digging its spurs into your consciousness, cutting the blazing euphoria of your own release short.

His cock is still twitching as he fills you with his spend when he takes his thumb and collects some of your slick to take you over the edge one last time.

"F'me. You can take it, yeah? I'll go slow, I promise."

Simon presses a kiss on your sweaty temple, his large hand cupping your jaw as he lazily watches you succumb to sleep, your breath evening out.

He reaches for your arm again, feeling for the birth control implant you'd had there when the both of you were still together.

Gone.

Sweet girl. You'd let him in without a fight. (He makes a mental note to wash the beer off of his clothes tomorrow.)

He knows your cycle better than the lines that are etched onto his palm. Better than the voice of the captain who rumbles in his earpiece, ordering him to go for the throat.

From the moment you'd stepped into his life with eternity in your eyes and the warmth of the sun on your lips, you were his. And he'll do anything to remain in your orbit.

(left unable to distinguish prison from paradise when each poison-coated kiss softens the world he'll build for you and for what's to come.)

[frannyzooey]

kinda interested in #9 with Frankie or Joel hehe feel like it’s one you’d usually see with Javi so I’m going Frankie or joel!

frankie morales x f!reader

prompt: revenge sex

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"Just a fuck," he called you last week, when you pressed to define what you were to each other. "Just having fun," he said.

Your stomach sank, but you didn't let him see it. Instead, you took that hurt and disappointment and turned it into calculating fury.

A fixture in their group since Benny had brought you along one night to hang, you got on fast that night with Will and Santi, but it was Frankie who held back; those dark eyes under the brim of his cap flitting over to you every now and then.

He was the quiet one that night at the bar, but he was far from quiet when you got him alone later.

It was all "tell me how you like it" and "fuck, you're so tight" and "you take it so fucking good". Filth poured out of his mouth until you were rung out and sprawled across his bed, his warm spend sliding down the inside of your thigh.

When being desperately manhandled and pounded into the mattress one night a week wasn't cutting it for you anymore, he pushed away your attempt at defining what you were to each other out of some sort of fucked up self-loathing. Forcing distance, "for the good of you".

Well if he wanted to play a game, you'd play it. If he wasn't going to stake claim on you, then you'd give someone else a shot.

Never mind that you didn't really want anyone but him.

You felt his eyes on your back when you sat at the bar instead of their usual table. You felt the heat of his constant, burning gaze when you were approached by a stranger. You felt the tension he radiated from the other side of the room every time you did your best fake laugh.

When you placed your hand on the thigh of the man who had been talking at you for the last fifteen minutes and when he responded with a sly smile of his own and an offer to pay the tab so you could get out of there, his vacated stool was immediately occupied by someone else.

"What are you doing?" he seethed, low, under his breath.

Your heart hammering at his proximity and your panties a damp cling at his warm, familiar scent, you kept your face cool and collected when you turned to meet Frankie's eyes.

"Just having fun," you replied, the picture of nonchalance.

His eyes flashed under the brim of his cap, and he leaned in closer.

"Does he know you aren't going home with him?" he pressed.

"Who says I'm not?" You pretended to pick a piece of lint off your jeans, and he snatched your wrist. His hold was firm, yet delicate enough not to hurt -- a picture of his entire personality.

He used his grip to tug you close.

"Me."

--

You don't know what happened to the man you left at the bar, and you don't care.

All you care about is getting Frankie's belt buckle open in your frantic fumbling, the rough fabric in the bench seat of his truck scratching your back, the hot, solid press of his body on top of yours and the slide of his tongue in your mouth.

He kisses you like he owns you, like he can't stop until he's consumed you, and with the anger simmering between your bodies, it ratchets the heat even higher. You claw into his shoulders, and he grinds his hips harder between your thighs. You dig your heels into his back, and he circles your wrists in a one-handed hold to trap above your head.

"Why do you even fucking care?" you pant between his kisses.

He groans deep when he tugs his zipper down, pulling the heft of his cock out. "Because you're mine. You go home with me."

"I thought I was just a fuck," you mock, your words losing their edge as he slides the thick tip of his cock along your soaked seam. "I thought --"

Pushing the air from your lungs with a filling surge forward, tandem sounds of pleasure sound through the small truck cabin, the air humid with lust.

"You thought fucking wrong, okay?" His confession should sound sterner, but the desperation in it pairs with the groan he lets out with every rock forward. "You're mine. This is mine."

"Don't say it if you don't mean it," you whine, your jaw clenching as he forces himself deeper. He's always a lot to take, but he's fucking you like he needs to merge your bodies together, like he'll die if he doesn't burrow under your skin.

He sucks on the length of your neck, scraping the delicate skin with his teeth. His hips never ceasing in their roll, you match his rhythm with your own, relishing the stretch of his cock inside.

"I'm sorry, baby," he confesses. His voice is softer, low, for your ears alone. "I didn't mean it before. I never should have -- fuck, you feel so good," his eyes clenched tight, "I never should have said that."

The words and the sentiment are more romantic than your location: the parking lot of a shitty bar, sprawled out inside the cab of his truck -- and yet it's his eyes that make you forget it all.

Those eyes. Those beautiful, doleful eyes, so full of depth from the very first time you met.

The previous anger in them has melted away, leaving behind hooded lust, rich with promise.

"You gonna come, baby?" His mouth presses along the center of your chest, and your fingers thread through his thick curls. His back rounds with every stroke of his hips, and you cling to him, opening your thighs wider. "My pussy gonna come for me?"

His.

It is his. It's been his since that first night, and it's his tonight.

"Yours?" you ask, the one-word question holding your heart and everything else along with it.

He makes sure your eyes are on his before he answers; a plead within his own one word response.

"Mine."

[fayelero]

ⓘ 01. JUST FOR SCIENCE !

⤷ SMUT ﹫ nerd!tsukishima kei x fem!reader ﹫ mdni ﹫ university au!

⚠︎ mdni, (kinda rough?) fingering, dirty talk kinda, p with plot, established relationship .ᐟ.ᐟ

it was a req! but I weirdly couldn’t answer it so, here!!

Tsukishima had been deep in a study session at the university library when you sent the message. He almost didn’t check it—his phone buzzed against the table, and he rolled his eyes before flipping it over lazily. The preview alone made his entire body lock up:

“Babe I saw this vid and thought of u. Try it on me later?”

Attached was a screenshot from a TikTok that screamed chaos. It featured some guy, dead serious, explaining how to make a girl squirt—his voice flat, instructional: _“Press down right here on her lower stomach, tense your fingers hard, and shake—_like actually shake—if you do it right, she’ll flood.”

Tsukishima had paused, blinked once. Then again.

And again.

Of course you would send something like that.

He’d cleared his throat and tilted his screen away from Yamaguchi, who was mid-rant about some biochem professor being a demon in human form. Kei pretended to nod along, face schooled into neutrality, but his ears burned red hot. He tried to shove the image out of his mind—your voice asking him to try it on you, the mental picture of your thighs trembling under his hand, your face twisted in overwhelmed pleasure.

God, he was not going to survive the rest of this class.

⸻

By the time he got back to the apartment, his brain was a mess of formulas, suppressed hard-ons, and way too many tabs open on his laptop—half were lecture notes, the rest were very, very specific Reddit threads.

The place was dim and warm when he walked in, the lights low, the curtains drawn. You were already there, stretched out on his bed in nothing but one of his hoodies, scrolling your phone like you hadn’t just ruined him in the middle of a public academic setting.

He dropped his bag and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

You didn’t look up. “Learn anything in class today?”

Kei kicked off his shoes and stalked over. “Mm. Something like that.”

You smirked but barely had time to react before he was over you—knees pressing into the mattress, one hand bracing beside your head, the other pushing your thighs apart with no preamble. He didn’t even kiss you first. He just looked at you with a sharp, unreadable gaze and murmured, “Still want me to try it?”

You blinked. “Try wha—oh.”

Then it hit. You swallowed.

He leaned down and kissed the side of your neck, slowly. “Don’t get shy now. You asked for this, didn’t you?” His voice was low and lazy, but his fingers already curled into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down. “Sent me fucking tutorials in public.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “You liked it.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m letting it slide.” He ghosted his knuckles along your inner thigh. “You made me sit through a 90-minute lecture with a hard-on. You’re paying for that.”

Your stomach flipped. You spread your legs a little wider, feeling heat pulse through your core. He sat back and took in the sight like he was memorizing it—your body under him, already flushed and open.

Tsukishima rolled his sleeves up. “Let’s be clear—this is science.”

You snorted. “Science, huh?”

“I’m testing a hypothesis,” he said, dry. “Let’s see if your little video was telling the truth.”

⸻

He was careful at first—methodical. It was annoyingly hot how analytical he got about it.

Two fingers in, slow. A curl. A press.

He watched your face like he was taking notes in his head.

“That it?” he asked. “Right there?”

You gasped, hips twitching. “Yes—yes, that’s it—”

His glasses slid a little down his nose as he adjusted, leaning forward for better leverage. His fingers pressed deeper, and this time he added pressure with the heel of his hand to your pelvis. You cried out, thighs tensing.

“Okay,” he muttered more to himself. “Now… tense up the forearm…”

You could feel it—his entire arm stiffening. Then his fingers shook, a small, fast motion inside you that felt like a jolt of electricity.

You arched, moaning, nails digging into his wrist. “Kei—!”

“There it is,” he said softly, like he’d just discovered a new species.

He kept going, movements precise but brutal, and you were unraveling fast. He pressed down harder, rubbed exactly where you needed it from inside, and when your stomach jumped under his palm, he glanced up with a smirk.

“Feel that?” he murmured. “That tension right here—that’s your bladder shifting. But don’t worry. You’re not going to piss yourself.”

“Wh—what—?”

He was still talking. “Squirting is basically a form of female ejaculation—it’s expelled from the urethra, but chemically, it’s not urine. The Skene’s glands—sometimes called the female prostate—produce a fluid when stimulated—”

“Kei—!” you gasped.

“—and when the anterior wall of the vagina is stimulated enough, like this—” he curled his fingers harder, grinding them into that spot again, “—it builds pressure until the pelvic floor releases.”

You were close. Too close.

“I—I think I’m gonna—wait—I don’t know if—”

He didn’t stop. “It’s fine. Let it go. It’s just your body responding to stimuli—completely natural, really. Biomechanics at its best—”

You slammed a hand over your face, panting. “K-kei, just shut up—!”

He laughed, dark and low. “Oh? You want me to stop being educational while you soak my bed?”

“I’m serious—!” your voice cracked, and then your body tensed, thighs shaking, muscles locking up so hard you thought you might explode.

Then—

It hit. Hard.

A sudden rush, a high-pitched cry ripped from your throat as your body convulsed, hips jerking up against his hand. You felt warmth, wetness, everything crashing down in an overwhelming wave. Your legs refused to stop twitching.

You lay there gasping, limp, soaked, and stunned.

Kei pulled his fingers out slow, slick and glistening. His face was flushed, his glasses slightly fogged. He looked at his hand like a scientist who just cracked open a star.

“Huh,” he said calmly. “It worked.”

You swatted him weakly. “I can’t believe you talked through the whole thing.”

He smirked. “It helped, didn’t it?”

You groaned. “You’re the worst.”

He leaned in, pressed a kiss to your jaw. “And yet you still squirted all over my sheets.”

You rolled onto your side, completely boneless. “Shut up and take your pants off.”

He stripped in record time.

a/n : im sorry if its not good, i just can’t write for tsukishima, i find myself struggling to write for a character i don’t really like. (no hate!) so pls don’t ask me for tsukishima again cuz i lowkey think its bad :(

[strwbrychffoncke]

"—baby take off my clothes cause i got somethin' to show ya,, 1.9k words ⸺ event masterlist synopsis: your plan to make rafayel stay with you a little longer before his newest art exhibition works a little too well.... contains: nsfw! lnds rafayel x afab!reader ,mc!reader ,reader is wearing a dress ,teasing (giving) ,u get carried ,kissing ,making out ,marking ,biting ,missionary(?) ,needy!raf ,kinda whiny!raf ,overstimulation (brief) ,creampie ,some cute fluff afterglow ,implied cunnilingus ,thomas cameo at the end lmao ,think thats it note: (mostly edited pls standby....) released much later than i intended but i had sm trouble writing but we somehow prevailed..........

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"do you really have to go, raf?"

he lets out a long sigh, strokes from the paintbrush light and airy on the canvas in front of him.

"i already told you that you should come with me."

"but i want you to stay here with me," you almost whine, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind and leaning forward, pressing you body against his.

his breath stutters ever so slightly at your clinginess, heart picking up its speed in his chest.

"and besides...."

you rest your head on his shoulder, lips just centimeters away from his ear.

"isn't this a little much for an art exhibition?"

your voice is a hushed whisper, the sheer sound and feeling of it sending sparks through rafayel's entire body.

he's long since lost interest in his current piece, vouching to save it for later as he feels you unravel your arms and step back to give him room to turn around.

and rafayel feels his breath hitch at the sight before him.

its nothing extravagant, but maybe the simplicity of it is what stirs something up inside of him: you're wearing a silk pink slip dress, the color resembling a seashell you once found on the beach and gifted to rafayel, for good luck you'd said with a smile— and he feels like he was feeling that look right this moment, being able to look at you like this).

the neckline is just low enough for some cleavage to peek through, the top part hugging your breasts so nicely, simple crystal-like ornaments embellishing the outline (reminding him of the way light reflects off of the ocean's surface) while the bottom accentuates your waist and falls perfectly around your hips, ending just above your ass— if you so much as bent over slightly, you'd easily flash someone.

"'too much?'" rafayel mumbles your words back to you, hands reaching out to grab a hold of your hips.

"if you ask me, this is too little."

you can't help but let a laugh slip as he pulls you closer, hands pinching and caressing the silk of the fabric hugging your hips, gaze roaming up your body before making eye contact with you.

"no way am i letting anyone else see you in this."

his eyes are narrowed but his expression resembles a pout as he holds you close against him.

ah, there was that possessive side of him.

you laugh again in amusement, short and sweet, hands moving up to cover his momentarily before slowly trailing up his arms then up to hold his face, one of his hands shooting up to wrap around your wrist, turning his head towards it and planting a kiss directly onto the pulse point.

you pull him closer towards you, leaning down just slightly as if you had some special secret reserved for his ears only (despite the studio being occupied by only you both).

"then take it off."

in the next second, you capture his lips with yours, and as rafayel kisses back with equal and slowly growing fervor, the last thing on his mind is the art exhibition he's supposed to be attending in a little under an hour.

-

rafayel thinks you must've cast some sort of spell on him

since the very first time he met you to this life, you've had him wrapped around your finger without even trying— the sea god, folding to your every will.

sometimes, he thinks you forget the sheer amount of power you hold over him.

you don't know when exactly he's carried you to his bedroom, but you feel the soft mattress beneath you as he continues devouring your lips, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close as his hands roam over your body and slowly begin sliding the silk straps of your cute dress down, eager to free your breasts. he doesn't waste a second in leaning down to kiss and mark one, sucking hard on the nipple while squeezing and prodding the other in his warm hand.

"hah, raf—ah—"

your hands bury themselves in his unkempt hair, tugging at his lavender locks, pleasured sounds filling the room as rafayel switches to the neglected one, swirling his tongue around the bud, taking his time marking your tits in pretty bruises and bites.

after a couple of minutes he releases the mound with a pop, pulling back slightly, hair a mess and panting, taking in the sight of you.

he leans up towards your face once more. "you're terrible, y'know?" he mumbles against your lips before stealing kiss after kiss from them. "invading my mind like this... look what you do to me, princess."

he pins your wrists against the mattress, swallowing your whines when he bucks his hips between your thighs— against your dampening panties.

patience wearing thin, he leans back to his full height, ridding himself of his pants and freeing his hard, leaking length from their confines.

you feel your mouth water at the sight, wanting nothing more than to be filled of him completely.

rafayel smirks at the sight, stroking himself a few times before grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you impossibly closer, groaning at your choice of panties— a thong-shaped one with lace, color matching your dress— sliding them down your legs and tossing them to the floor. he grabs hold of your thighs, spreading you open, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder and holding it there with one hand, other aligning himself with your leaking entrance.

"ready, princess?"

he doesn't wait for your answer.

with a single thrust, he buries himself completely inside of you, immediately moaning at the feeling of your walls hugging him tight at the sudden intrusion and growing more aroused at the moan you let out, back arching off the bed and gripping the sheets tight.

already impatient, his hips quickly form a rhythm, throwing his head back and panting into the air of the room, pleasure heightened by hearing your sweet whines and groans.

"sl-slow, slow down, raf—"

"can't— you can take it, can't you? the way you're— ahh— squeezing me tells me en-ough—"

his voice is strained and god he sounds so needy despite being the one on top, and he is— he can never get enough of you; no matter how much time you spend together, its never enough.

he's been patient, so patient, and every day with you is a blessing and a curse because he always wants more.

and you can feel it in the way he's thrusting into you, beads of sweat forming on his body, hotly panting and whining as you squeeze his cock because he always felt too good to imagine.

you think he's a bad influence. his neediness has rubbed off on you.

but he's more than willing to give every part of himself to you in every way you desire.

"ah—!"

"that feel good, princess? there?"

he pries the leg against the mattress wider, granting him more space between you as he continues hitting the same spot within you that seemed to make you flutter around him.

at this point, he knew your body and mind exceptionally well, making his mark on you in every way that he could.

"you feel too good, too good— hah, ahh— should buy you more of those pretty dresses, yeah?"

you huff out a laugh that's quickly cut off by a moan, throwing your head back deeper into the mattress, hands flying up to grip his strong arms hard as you feel yourself coming undone.

"close— so close, rafa-yel, please—"

"gonna— hah— cum inside, ah—"

your arms reach up around his neck again, pulling him closer to kiss him.

your tongues dance to their own tune as his hips slam into yours, and with some final particularly hard thrusts you gush around his cock, breaking the kiss as you cry out in pleasure.

rafayel lets your thigh down in favor of leaning his body against yours, keeping you in place as his lips trail down your jawline towards your neck, sucking marks into the sensitive skin as he chases his own orgasm.

"too— much, too much, raf—"

you're whining into his ear, sensitive from your orgasm, overstimulation intense, legs wrapping around his waist and tugging him impossibly closer against you to try to ground yourself in any way.

"so good, so good, princess, i'm gonna cum—"

with a couple more thrusts and a harsh bite to your shoulder, he spills himself inside of you, cry escaping your lips at the sensation of his teeth as his warmth fills you.

he rides out his high with a few more languid thrusts, planting soft kisses against his marks on your neck and shoulder before his movements completely cease.

neither of you speaks for a long moment, only holding each other close as you both catch your breath.

you rake your hands through his messy hair (courtesy of you), giggling as he pushes into your touch, eyes flitting up to you.

"so needy," you jest with a little smile.

rafayel lets out a scoff, lifting his head to look at you properly.

"says the cutie that was vying for my attention," a teasing smile tugs at his lips. "it seems i'm rubbing off on you," he proclaims, all too smugly.

"you're a bad influence," you huff, pinching his cheek.

"your bad influence," he winks and you roll your eyes, reaching to peck the same cheek you pinched.

you both stare at each other for another long moment before the artist moves to get off of you, standing at his full height, holding your thighs as he slowly pulls out, rubbing them in an act of comfort when you let out a small whimper at the loss.

"hey," you breathe out, lifting yourself up onto your elbows. "aren't you going to be late?" you tilt your head, remembering the reasoning behind this passionate night in the first place.

he lowers himself to the ground, face level with your heat, watching the globs of cum drip and stain the sheets below. he can feel himself get hard again at the sight as his hands give your thighs a gentle squeeze, planting a kiss on the inside of one before his dark gaze meets yours.

"who says i'm still going?"

-

epilogue:

thomas called the familiar number for what felt like the upteenth time that evening, trying not to lose his mind outside of the venue where more and more guests began showing up.

"where the hell is he???"

by the time and hour had passed since the designated time of arrival, thomas had already baked up some half-assed excuse as to why rafayel wouldn't be showing his face at yet another exhibition.

thomas lets out a frustrated sigh once he gets the chance to take another breather.

"at least i have the paintings," he mumbles to himself, swirling the glass of champagne in his glass as he fishes out his phone from his pocket to check for any update.

1 new message.

he unlocks his phone to check it out, and in the next second, he's gripping it so hard he thinks he might crack the screen.

"oops left my phone off thx for covering for me"

the animated sticker that accompanies the message does nothing to quell his frustrations as he shoves his phone back into his pocket without bothering to answer and downing the champagne in one go.

he makes his way back inside, deciding he'll need a lot more than just one glass tonight.

-

a/n: why is rafayel so hard to write for i have to scroll through art to get inspo but i love him very much :x

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[evergreen-endo]

PRAISE INTO SUBMISSION – h. umemiya + c. takiishi

a/n: separate drabbles! they make you feel so good you can’t help but, well, tell them! but they’ve never been praised so sweetly, so thoroughly; it kinda makes their brains melt and limbs go weak. :] cws: 18+ mdni. these are both pretty soft but chika’s starts out a little rough <3 you’ll forgive him though! (I hope <3) wc: roughly 540 for each chara.

H. UMEMIYA

“Hajime,” you pant, “you’ll take over, yeah?”

You’re out of breath, hips grinding against his as your thighs start to burn. Two droopy, lidded eyes gaze up at you, hazy with love. Umemiya’s voice rumbles from his chest, no hesitation, just how you like him, “Anything for you.”

He pulls his knees up, feet planted on the mattress with two large palms slotted right above your hips, thumbs tracing the skin with adoration. Slowly, his hips slam into yours as his mouth drops open into a drawn out moan. He looks gorgeous like this, abs twitching and lungs heaving as he lifts you up and down on his cock in perfect time with his thrusts.

Your voice is shaky as he bounces you, running your hands through his messy hair, “Oh, my sweet angel. Doing so good for me.”

His head rolls back, dopey grin on his lips, “Ahh– am I?” Umemiya’s going a little dumb even though he’s fucking you at this point, and it’s so endearing your pussy squeezes around him to mimic the beat of your heart.

“Mhmm. Always so perfect for me.” Your voice is saccharine sweet, forehead pressed to his as you pant into each other’s mouths. He smiles at that, and you swear you hear the beginnings of a high keen in his throat as he cranes his neck forward in pursuit of a kiss. You indulge him, of course, letting out encouraging hums when his hands roam over all your favorite spots.

You murmur between kisses, “Just can’t keep your hands off, can you?” You giggle as he nods his head no, circling one of his arms around you to grind you deeper onto him. His other hand trails down from your chest to your clit, rubbing perfect circles with the pad of his thumb. He swallows your gasp, pulling away to admire the way your face contorts in pleasure at his touch.

As you flutter around his cock, squeezing him with every brush of his thumb, you can see how close he is to falling apart. Umemiya looks like an angel like this, and you tell him so every chance you get. When his cheeks are flushed pink, lidded eyes full of adoration with kiss-bitten lips and a heaving chest, you can’t help but coo praises at him. “So pretty when you’re close, Haji. Gonna cum inside me?”

So doting and respectable as always, he tries his damndest not to. Not before you, at least. But when you murmur in his ear how much he deserves it for making you feel so good, nipping and licking at the shell of his ear, he can’t help it. A hand flies to your waist to ground himself as he twitches, thighs trembling under you as you come undone with him.

It’s overwhelming for him; panted I love yous and the aftershocks of your orgasm making his hips buck. He’s out of breath, eyes closed, fingers twitching at your thighs as he pulls his hips away to guide you off. But you tut, “Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” 

The hot blood from his heart melts straight down to his cock again, drunk on the love you can’t seem to stop smothering him in.

C. TAKIISHI

“Oh my god Chi—“

He muffles your moans when he shoves your face into the mattress, hips pounding against yours from behind as the headboard slams into the wall. He does it until you’re trembling and blabbering, thrashing beneath him. He can hardly make out your words, and he knows he doesn’t need to. It’s more fun to make you go dumb. 

His curiosity gets to him anyway, dipping his head next to yours and adjusting his grip on your head so only the side of your face is squished. You gasp for breath as your mouth and nose become free to breathe through. The corners of his lips twitch into a subtle smirk at the sight of drool connected to soft sheets beneath your lips. You continue, “So good, feelssogood, fuck—“ you choke on your words before you can finish as he hits that gummy spot, making your eyes roll back. 

“There?”

“Yesyesyes— hah, makin’ me feel so fucking good, can’t even—”

“Who? Who’s making you dumb like this?”

“O-oh god, I–”

His lips twitch at that. It’s almost satisfying, vaguely flattering, but it isn’t what he wanted to hear. So he wraps your hair in his hand and pulls until your eyes meet his. It’s a silent challenge; a sharp, demanding gaze that falters for a split second at the sight of your lash line spilling over with tears, pupils dilated with desperation. But you’ll have to give him what he wants for him to let up.

His name slips past your lips in a stutter, nearly unsure at first before he slams his hips into you in a way that jostles every other word you’ve known from your brain. It slurs together on your tongue with choked pleads for him not to stop, a breath of fresh air from the cries for mercy that he’s used to. Something shoots through his body other than arousal– warm in an unfamiliar way. It’s in his gut and his chest, and it grows with every salacious cry of his name ringing from your throat.

He can tell you’re close, and the grip on your hair softens before you feel him smooth it down with his palm. His chest is on fire as he presses it to your back, and tears stream down your cheeks as his hips roll into you. He licks up your tears in one gentle long stroke, pausing when you whimper. When his gaze flickers back to you, his chest jumps at the stars in your eyes. His thumb plays with the drool threatening to drip from your bottom lip as he waits for you to speak. “Chika,” you breathe, “you’re so pretty like this.”

He blinks, dick twitching inside you, murmuring in your hair something you can’t exactly make out before he pulls away. Sliding two fingers onto your tongue, his thrusts grow sloppy as he picks up the pace again, too close to his orgasm to wonder how it could’ve crept up on him like this. And he can’t hear the praise tumbling from your lips when he’s muffling you, but it doesn’t stop him from playing your words on repeat in his head as he spills inside you.

[author-kweenyluv]

... Reverence ...

[Reader having their first time with Kurt] [this is an 18+ ficlet! minors, pls don't interact]

Your breathing had gone slow and heavy, skin pricked with heat all over, knees pressed into the mattress, and hips swaying slow and languid over the man below you. The blue fur of Kurt’s body tickled as it brushed against the inner sides of your knees and thighs as you held yourself right above his flushed-purple length, your entrance just shy of his tip.

You were nervous was the thing, of sinking down onto it, and the feel of Kurt’s hands was kinda the only thing keeping you grounded in the moment. One hand held yours, fingers intertwined and grasp gentle, while the other braced on the back of your left thigh as he leaned back against the headboard. His elbow dug into the mattress to support your weight and his tail sat coiled around your hips, waiting for your say so to help you sink down and ready to help you lift back off at a moment’s notice.

You weren’t… you weren’t scared per se, you just, had a lot of nerves wrapped up in the act of intimacy. Kurt understood, he always understood, and it was one of the reasons you trusted him so explicitly with your body.

“Spatzl, are you alright?” Your head bobs up and down as you take a shaking breath to steel your nerves. His voice is as soft as it is understanding, and the sincerity eases that bundle of nerves coiled in your chest.

Very, very slowly, you begin to lower yourself down onto his waiting length, already stretched out and well prepped. Kurt was a thorough lover, you’d give him that, and he’d made sure the foreplay he’d given you before was extensive. You could probably take him in one go if you were more relaxed, or if you bit back some pain, but that could be a test for another day.

With Kurt’s gentle guidance, you let out a stuttering breath at the feel of him dragging along your inner walls. As you sink down, something lights up in your brain at the sensation, raising goosebumps on your skin as your whole body tenses like a live wire, spine stiff and ears buzzing.

Fuck. Fuck, that felt good and there wasn’t really anything similar to compare the sensation with. It was something between the prickling feeling of a sleeping limb, the drop in your stomach from Kurt’s teleports, and lightning; all of it spreading out from your entrance, around the seam where your hips met your legs, up your pelvis and into your body.

It was soft. Warm, and soft, and sweet, and so different from what you were expecting you wanted to cry.

Kurt noticed the way you trembled as you took him to the hilt, the wetness gathering on your lashes as your breath caught around tears. He tightens his grip on you and leans forward to press his forehead to yours.

He murmurs quietly as he says your name like a prayer, like a hymn of devotion. “You’re shaking mein Schatz. Do… do you need to stop?” Your eyes crack open, your hadn’t even realized they’d closed them, and your breath hitches as you shake your head. “Words, Spatzl, I need to you tell me or I won’t know if I can continue.”

It takes you a moment to muster up the strength, but you manage to get your trembling lips to cooperate as you grip his hand tighter in yours, the other holding onto his shoulder.

“…m’okay Kurt, s’just…. a lot.”

“Good a lot, or Bad a lot?” He prods gently, his voice soft. He clearly doesn’t want to push you, but he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable either. As good as he might feel, your comfort was the first and foremost thing on his mind. You don’t meet his eyes as you continue to shake.

“Good a lot. I-It’s just, overwhelming me a little.” You mumble out, before leaning your head down to bury your face in his shoulder. “…feels good, m’not used to it.” A sad smile works its way onto Kurt’s lips at your muffled confession.

“Oh Spatzl, mein süßes, tapferes kleines Herz,“ he murmurs to you, voice quiet and sweet, “Meine perfekte Liebe, I promise, I’ll always make you feel good when you’re with me.”

His hand lets go of yours then, his fingers going to cup your cheek and lift your gaze to his. “I will never hurt you Meine Spatz, not in this, or any other manner.”

At his words, you close your eyes and lean into his palm for a moment to soak up the affection and assurance he so readily gave, before leaning up to place your lips on his. The kiss started out as warm and sweet as the rest of the interaction, but slowly as you relaxed on Kurt’s lap it grew more heated.

With a small shudder that sent tingles all the way up to the tips of your ears, you slowly wrapped your arms around Kurt’s shoulders as you ever so gently began to rock your hips, and his own free hand lowered to rest on your bare side to steady you.

The action sent lightning prickling in your veins as your trembling breath was swallowed by the kiss. You could feel Kurt twitch within you, and the feeling sent another hitch in your breath as he pressed against your walls. You could tell he was holding back, that keeping himself still was taking more of his effort than he was admitting, but you couldn’t help but feel grateful for his restraint.

Kurt had promised to take every step of this at your pace, and his dedication to that promise only made the nerves bundled in your chest unravel further as heat pricked under your skin.

For the first time in a very long while, you wanted. You wanted this. You wanted him. You wanted Kurt and everything he was willing to give you. You wanted to give him everything you had of yourself to offer in return. You wanted to know what it felt like to give yourself over in love and be given love in return. You wanted the intimacy of giving everything you had to someone who would take it with reverence rather than rapacity.

With trembling thighs and Kurt’s tail tightening and tensing around your hips, you broke the kiss and slowly started to lift yourself up off his length. The drag of him against your inner walls was fucking exquisite, eyes rolling back and closing as you leaned your head into the crook of his neck with a soft moan, blood rushing in your ears and knees squeezing around his hips in a silent bid to hold him closer.

You start to lift yourself up and sink down onto Kurt with his help, slowly beginning to ride him as shivers wracked your frame. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, gods, was this what sex was supposed to feel like? Like lightening in the most addictive sense? Like fireworks sparking in your brain? Like falling apart and burning and re-experiencing every inch of your body for the first time? Fuck.

Your breathing was going ragged.

“K-Kurt? Kurt,” —God, you sounded breathless even to yourself, and frankly it was making you dizzy— “please please please-“ Kurt’s grip on you tightened as you rocked into him and bounced up and down. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Shhh, Spatz, it’s alright, you’re” —he shudders beneath you as you take him to the hilt once more and squeeze, his grip tightening just a bit as he bites his lip with a muffled groan and his accent thickens— “Lieber Gott im Himmel, du fühlst dich so gut an— y-you’re doing so gut. Just, just enjoy yourself Schatz.” His breath tickles your shoulder for a moment before he starts to press chaste kisses to the bare skin before him. “You’re so beautiful Liebe, so wunderschön.”

His hips stutter as he bucks up just a bit to meet you, pulling another moan from your lips. Your nails scratch lightly at Kurt’s back, parting the fur as you press yourself further against him. You were panting now, breath coming in short, heated gasps as you clung onto him and felt his length going in and out of you. His name was falling from your lips like a prayer, over and over as thoughts of anything other than him seems to leave your mind.

There was just Kurt. His hands on your waist and under your thigh. His tail wrapped around your hips. His thighs under you, his chest against yours, his lips on your shoulders and the underside of your jaw and the tips of their ears as your face stayed buried in the crook of his neck. His fur brushing against your quivering thighs with every languid bounce to press him deeper inside. His fuzzy hips squeezed by your knees, tickling the skin there as well. Him.

You lose track of how long you stay like that, the quiet sounds of your body meeting with Kurt’s on top of his bed making the springs creak.

At some point, the hands on you tighten and quiet mutterings of increasingly frantic German are whispered into your skin as Kurt’s hips pick-up the pace and begin to stutter. Your own body was hot, skin overheated with desire as warmth washed over you and something started tightening like a coil in your belly.

“Kurt, I-I’m, I’m gonna.... Fuck.” The heat under your skin grew hotter as the tension in your belly tightened further and further. The trembling in your frame lessened as your muscles tensed and lightning prickled in your blood like a shot of pure ecstasy, chest brushing against Kurt’s with how close you were pressed together. Your breathing increased in pace and your vision started to unfocus.

Kurt’s hold on you was tight enough that your skin was paling under his grip, his tail and hands working in tandem to bounce you up and down on his lap as he started to chase his own release, just a bit. The spaded tip of his tail trails down from where it was resting at your navel, traveling lower and lower until—

The tip of his tail curls down to the aching spot between your thighs, rubbing on you just as he thrusts up into that spongy spot inside once again and the edges of your vision spot black as white-hot starbursts flare behind your eyelids and you choke. Knees squeezing around his hips, nails scratching grooves into his back and a stuttering, broken moan falling from your lips, you fall apart in Kurt’s arms as he buries his face in you neck and his length in your heat as he tumbles over the edge of ecstasy with you.

The world goes a bit hazy after that, your focus going in and out as the humming of ecstasy in your veins begins to dull and you ground yourself in the feel of Kurt’s fur against your skin. His tail had unwound itself from your hips to rest loosely around your lap, his grip softened and steady against you as he held you close while you both came down from your highs.

Kurt, in all his ungodly— ha —stamina, recovered quickly, his breathing settling into an even pace after a few minutes as he continued to hold your trembling form in his arms, lifting his head to rest it atop yours. You held him tight, weight leaned entirely onto him as your breathing stuttered back into something even. Your eyes were glazed, your grip weak, and soft hums rumbling quietly from your chest, a blissed out look on your face. You were flopped limply over Kurt’s lap, occasionally twitching with mild aftershocks of your coupling before his own chest rumbled.

“Hmmm, you did so well Sptazl, so gut for me.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair right atop the messiest part. “Are you alright?” You nod, burying your face in his chest and mumbling some incoherent affirmation. The reverberations of Kurt’s quiet chuckle rumble through your frame. “I need words Spatz, you know this.” You take a trembling breath before mumbling quietly into the fur of his collarbone.

“...mhmm, good. W‘s... w’s r’lly good.... ‘ah feel f’zzy... ‘n c’mfy....” (Was... was really good.... I feel fuzzy... and comfy....) You take that moment to snuggle further into Kurt’s chest, the smallest of winces slipping out as the movement causes Kurt to drag along your now oversensitive insides. He catches the movement, and he catches the even smaller whimper that you let out from the back of your throat.

“Spatzl.” His tone is soft, but gently chiding, his hands moving to tilt your head up so you would look him in the eyes. “Don’t hide it.” You deflate slightly at the words and lean into his hands— this close he could see your blown-out pupils slowly dilating, your eyes averting your gaze. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“.....I, ‘m sore.” You murmur softly, head drooping lightly as you lean further into his embrace. “...movin’ hurts....” Kurt’s face softens as he brushes a thumb against your cheek.

“Oh Schatz, why didn’t you say something?” The softest of kisses are brushed against your lips then, light as a breeze and just as sweet. “Come now, I’ll go run us a bath, hm? Help ease some of that tension.” Without further ado, he shifts off of the bed, holding you in his grasp and standing in one fluid motion. You whimper quietly at the movement and grip him tighter, thighs wrapping tight around his waist.

He murmurs sweet nothings as you adjust, giving you a moment to settle before ‘BAMFing’ you both to the bathroom. “Shh, shh... It’s alright, let’s get cleaned up now, yes?”

Slowly, he lifts you off of his length with a small hiss, a soft whimpering moan falling from your lips as he finally pulls out. He sets you down on the bathroom counter, gently pulling out of your hold as he grabs some wet wipes and a small towel to clean the worst of the mess now starting to drip from between your thighs.

You watch blearily as he cleans you up and starts the bath, humming lightly as he adjusts the temperature and adds a few products to make it bubble. You cling on he lifts you from the counter and gingerly steps into the bath with you, laying back and letting you lie against his chest. The sigh in your chest hisses out as the heat of the water sinks into your aching muscles, nuzzling into his embrace as you both relax in the water.

You mumble quietly under your breath as the feel of wet fur on your skin slowly registers in your mind, mouth muttering little nothings of endearment without thinking. Blinking slow, you tilt your head back to look Kurt in the eyes as you finally come back to some form of coherency.

“...Kurt?” You mumble out, listening as he hums out a soft acknowledgment. “Kiss me...?” You ask, soft and sweet and pleading.

Kurt indulges you almost before the words are fully out of your mouth, tail wrapping lightly around your leg under the surface of the water. When the kiss breaks, you find him looking at you with the same kind of adoration he usually reserves only for his prayers.

“You are so amazing mein Schätzelein, absolute perfection. If you will let me, I will hold you close like this for as long as you allow.”

[rafessecret]

can you do a kidnapped reader rafe and Barry, where she gets in trouble with Barry and seeks reassurance from rafe. Like a good cop bad cop kinda thing or something like that.

⋆˚࿔ precious¡ reader && rafe cameron with barry

YOU DIDN'T DESERVE THAT PRECIOUS.

Barry's rage never used to scare you. Not like this.

It’s a vicious, snarling thing now—something sharp-edged and unforgiving, pacing just beneath his skin. You’d wandered off at the gas station, taken too long, maybe looked at someone too long. He’d been watching, always watching. And whatever you did—it set him off.

The motel door slams hard enough to rattle the walls. The light overhead buzzes, sickly yellow, flickering like it’s afraid of him too. The room reeks of smoke and motor oil. Barry stands in the centre of it, radiating fury, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, jaw twitching.

❝You think you’re fuckin’ slick?❞ he growls, stalking toward you. ❝Think I don’t see you playing dumb little games? Looking around like you’re hot shit.❞ His hand cracks across your face before you can answer. Your head jerks to the side, cheek flaming. You gasp, more from shock than pain. ❝Stupid little bitch,❞ he spits, grabbing you by the hair, dragging you toward the bed. ❝Need a goddamn leash. Maybe then you'd learn how to behave.❞

You stumble, trying to stay upright, but he shoves you hard. Your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and you collapse forward, breath knocked out of you. His voice is acid in your ears, venom laced with something darker. ❝Begging for attention everywhere we go. You like being watched, don’t you? Like people thinking you're free.❞ You don’t respond. You’re too busy trying not to cry, not to breathe too loud. Your lip trembles anyway. He notices. He loves that.

He spits—literally spits—and it hits your cheek. Your eyes squeeze shut. His boot presses to your thigh, deliberate, unrelenting. ❝I should leave you right here. Let you cry it out like the needy little slut you are.❞ When he storms out, he leaves the door open like an insult. You sit there, skin burning, shaking like a kicked dog. And then, like smoke drifting in after the fire, Rafe arrives.

He doesn't speak at first. Just watches from the doorway, jaw tight, ocean eyes burning beneath his lashes. The door creaks shut behind him, and he crosses the room in a few silent steps. Kneels. ❝Hey.❞ His voice is low, restrained. Controlled. But it simmers beneath—like he’s swallowing a storm. ❝Sweetheart.❞

He brushes a hand over your knee. Featherlight. You flinch, and he stops—hands hovering, careful. His eyes flick over your face, tracking every bruise, every tear. His throat works around something unsaid. ❝You okay?❞ he murmurs, but he already knows the answer.

His thumb catches a tear, his other hand ghosting up your arm. He’s gentle, but tense—coiled, barely holding himself back. You fall into him anyway. Crumple into his lap with a shuddering sob, and he pulls you close without hesitation. His arms wrap around you tight and secure, one hand pressed flat between your shoulder blades.

❝You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t do anything wrong, precious.❞ You cry harder at the sound of it—precious—because it sounds like kindness, like something fragile you forgot you were allowed to have. His hand cups the back of your neck, grounding you.

❝He shouldn’t touch you like that,❞ Rafe says, quieter, but darker. Like it costs him to keep his voice down. Like it’s taking everything in him not to chase Barry down right now and make him regret it. He presses his lips to your temple, breath heavy. ❝You’re not dirty. You’re not his to break. You hear me?❞ You nod into his neck, and he kisses your jaw. Soft, reverent. His touch sweeps over your back, your hair, and your shaking thighs. Every motion is deliberate. He’s trying to memorise what Barry hurt—so he can undo it.

He helps you to the bathroom. Wipes your cheek clean with a warm towel. Makes you sit on the closed toilet while he brings you water. He watches you drink it, jaw still tight. When you’re back on the bed, curled beneath the blanket, he sits beside you. The silence stretches. Until—

❝He won’t touch you again.❞ You glance at him. Rafe’s eyes are glassy, cold, still burning. He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t offer false comfort. Just a promise. And when Barry returns later, stomping back into the room like a monster in a bad dream, Rafe stands. Calm. Still. But lethal. ❝Touch her again, and I’ll make sure you never use your hands for anything again.❞ His voice is steel. And Barry—Barry actually pauses. You don’t know what will happen next. But for the first time in hours, your lungs remember how to breathe.

Because Rafe’s here.

And Rafe is yours.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : ahhh, love writing for this! thanks @mcnns love you !

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire @browniepop62 @urcoolgf @folksriddle @loverliner @delicatelyquiet @rafeysbrat

©RAFESSECRET ⋆˚࿔ est. 2025

[httpdwaekki]

movie night | s.c. ft b.c.

summary: after a rough day all you wanted was a movie night with your favorite boys, but when they forget it feels like you’re world is crumbling.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: hurt/comfort, fem!reader, gendered terms of endearment (sweet girl, baby girl, etc.), crying, meltdown.

a/n: i kinda got lost in the sauce w this one but week three wooo!!! don’t forget to check out @straykeedz versions!!! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

(i tense switch alot during this, i wrote it half asleep most of the time, i’ll edit it eventually lmao)

my library | bee’s vers | bee | binnie month | fundraiser

(pictures not mine! credit to owners!)

you were having a terrible day, nothing was going right and the only thing keeping you from completely breaking down was the movie night you had planned with your boyfriends.

8 o’clock came and you were all set up in your living room with snacks, blankets and of course wolf chan and dwaekki. you were sat on the couch, barely containing your excitement for the night ahead.

but then 8:15 came and you were still sat there alone, and then 8:20 you decided to send them a gentle reminder.

from sweet girl <3:

hi my loves, i’m all set up for movie night whenever you guys are ready 🖤

but 8:30 rolled around and then 9:00 and by that point you had sent several texts

from sweet girl <3:

i’m assuming you guys are still at the studio, just let me know when you’re on your way! love you guys 🖤

it’s getting kinda late, i hope everything’s okay, love you both very much 🖤🖤

i hope everything’s okay, but it’s getting late so i’m heading to bed, we can do movie night another night, goodnight my loves

now it’s 10:00, you had a terrible day and now the one thing you were looking forward to fell through, you were defeated. at your last texts you moped into your room needing nothing more than your warm bed and comfort movie.

luckily you had already put the snacks away after an hour of waiting realizing they probably forgot. once cozy in bed, you put monsters inc on your tv and pulled the two stuffies to your chest.

it was at this point the realization of what happened hit and you couldn’t stop the breakdown that followed. tears streaming down your face, breathing terribly uneven, and incoherent words falling from your mouth.

“they- they forgot about me.” you whimpered, hugging the plushies impossibly closer to you. the hoodie from changbin that usually helps calm you down, was now just a painful reminder of the two missing people.

you ripped the article of clothing off in an attempt to calm yourself, throwing it across the room. you settled back into the soft mattress, placing the gray and pink plushes to the side, opting for your soft blanket to calm yourself.

luckily after a few minutes your comfort movie had worked it’s magic and you felt yourself relax enough to finally fall into dreamland, tears drying against your skin as you slept.

unbeknownst to you, your boys were scrambling 15 minutes away in the studio. the producers had a habit of locking up their phones during their working hours to limit distractions but unfortunately that caused them to also forget about the plans they made with their favorite girl.

“oh fuck, hyung we gotta go, like now.” changbin shot up out of his chair once he realized the time. they were supposed to be at your apartment 2 hours ago to start movie night. “huh? what, what happened, what’s wrong?” trying to figure out what could’ve pulled such a reaction from the younger boy.

“look at the time,” he points to the time to emphasize his statement. “oh fuck,” the older of the two’s eyes goes as wide a saucers, whipping his head to the former. “we were supposed to be there 2 hours ago.” bin nods his head before moving to shut everything down.

“okay, okay, relax bin, let me save everything, you pack everything up then we can leave, okay?” changbin nods, realizing he’s right, this will all be completely in vain if they lost everything they were working on.

in the midst of gathering their items, changbin finally looks at his phone where he finds all the messages you sent, the last one being sent 15 minutes ago. he quickly texts out a response, hoping you hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

from binbin <3:

princess we’re so so sorry, we got caught up in work, we’re packing and heading to you now. we love you so so much baby. 🩷🩷

he puts his nail in his mouth, gnawing on it anxiously as his leg shakes. after saving all the files and shutting everything down, chan turns back to find a very anxious changbin staring at his phone.

he makes his way next to him, placing his hand on the shaking leg. “hey, what’s going on?” he asks gently. changbin looks up, unshed tears line his soft eyes. “she texted us 11 times.” his breathes, shaking his head, showing him the phone screen.

“and we ignored every single one of them. what if she was hurt? what if something happened? we would’ve never known” he rambles, sending himself further into a spiral.

“hey, hey,” he gently grabs the younger’s cheek, “she’s safe, she’s home in bed asleep,” his thumb slowly stroking his cheek, soothing the anxious man. “we’re going to her now, everything will be okay, okay?” bin nods his head, closing his eyes, letting a stray tear or two run down his cheek.

chan wipes the tears before placing a soft, loving kiss to his temple. “okay, let’s go see our girl.” chan smiles, grabbing his hand pulling him up with him.

once they made it to your apartment (not without breaking a few traffic laws), they let themselves in with the spare key you made them. quickly discarding their shoes, practically running to your room but not without missing the wrapped up snacks in your kitchen or the discarded blanket pile on your couch.

changbin pauses, guilt clutching his heart as he sees your discarded preparations. “come on.” chan quietly ushers, pointing to your room with a quick movement of his head. bin is quick to follow, needing to see you as soon as possible.

chan opens your door, finding a sleeping lump in the middle of your bed and none other than monsters inc playing softly on the screen. that alone told them everything they needed to know but then the thrown hoodie on the floor and two plushies laying next to you instead of clutched to your chest?

they knew they messed up, big time. bin went to rush to you, to wake you up and apologize profusely but chan stops him. “hold on, you might scare her.” bin nods understanding that even though he means well, you were in a very fragile mental state.

the older man carefully sits on the side of your bed, placing a hand to your shoulder. it was only then did he catch a glimpse of the tears stains dried to your chubby cheeks. his breath hitches, causing changbin to look after, catching sight of the same thing, his eyes filling with tears once more.

chan holds out his hand to give him a quick squeeze and a kiss before turning back to the problem at hand. he lays his chin on your shoulder, softly rubbing your arm to coax you awake.

“sweet girl,” he whispers, placing kisses to your shoulder, trying to wake you up as softly as possible. “wake up baby girl.” you slowly come back to consciousness, realizing that there was someone touching you.

you would have been scared if you didn’t recognize the familiar aussie voice. chan sits back as he feels you stir, bin coming to sit beside him, placing a hand to your thigh.. you turn to find your boys looking at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen.

you feel the familiar sting behind your eyes but you quickly rub your eyes, masking your tears. “hi” your voice quiet, sleep lacing your voice. “hi sweetheart.” the aussie coos, “hi bunny.” bin whispers, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs soothing him you.

“we’re sorry baby, we completely lost track of time, and we put our phones away so we didn’t see you texted, we’re just- really sorry bubba.” you nod, willing your tears away before you spoke.

“it’s okay, i understand.” you say lowly, fidgeting with the soft material to keep your composure. but try as you might the two boys knew you all too well.

“no it’s not,” bin finally speaks, causing you to catch a glimpse of him. two streaks shine on his soft cheeks against the glow of the tv, caught your eye. you sit up, moving chan, attempting to reach changbin.

“it’s not okay, we knew we had plans with you today, and not only did we miss it, we ignored you-” you cut him off with a kiss, your hand coming to wipe the wet streaks away. you pull away, your own tears making their way down your chubby cheeks.

“i am upset, but i’m not mad. i just had a bad day and this was the one thing i was looking forward to and it was just the final straw.” pause, sniffling as chan grabs the hand still in your lap.

“i was inconsolable and your hoodie and the stuffies just felt like a reminder of my bad day.” you look down, your hand falling from the soft man’s cheek to your lap, where he grabs your hand. you hear a sniffle, cause your head to shoot up where you find them both with wet streaks on their cheeks.

your lip wobbles as you see your boys upset, you shake your head frantically. before you can even open your mouth, chan shakes his head before moving behind you, pulling you to his chest. binnie moves to sit in chan’s previous position, placing a soothing hand on your thigh.

“do not apologize, you did nothing wrong, us being upset or missing movie night is not your fault, nor is it your problem to fix.” he whispers in your ear, rubbing your soft tummy. your lip wobbles again, dropping your head into your hands as you sob.

bin moves to wrap his arms around you, bringing you to him as best he could with you against chan. they knew you were upset and the best thing for you was to let you cry it out as heart wrenching as your sobs are.

they just hold you as you calm down, binnie rubbing your back, placing kisses to your temple. chan rubbing your tummy, placing kisses to your shoulder.

you pull away once you feel calm enough, wiping your tears as you sniffle. “thank you, both of you, i love you both more than you know.” you give bin a kiss first before turning around as best you could, doing the same to chan.

“come on, let’s get you to sleep, we’ll talk more in the morning, sweet girl, okay?” he pats your tummy, waiting for you to nod your head before moving the blankets to give you space in the middle of the bed. you carefully move over, shivering as you land on the cold side of the mattress.

both boys get up, chan rounding the bed to get to the other side while binnie goes to grab his discarded hoodie. he makes it back to your side as chan sits on the edge of the bed.

“sit it up for me quick bunny. “ he says, kneeling on the bed, scrunching the fabric. you sit up, lifting your arms so he can slip the familiar fabric over your head. once you slide your hands through the sleeves, the hood covering a part of your face.

you give him a cheesy smile before shooting out to wrap your arms around him. he wraps his arms around your shoulders, placing a big kiss to your hood covered head. “mwah!” he plops down next to me, getting comfy under the blankets.

you adjust the hoodie a bit before leaning against the plush pillows. chan lifts up the two stuffies, placing them to your chest, wrapping your arm around them. you smile once again, rolling over to place a big kiss on his cheek.

once you settle back into the bed, they both wrap their arms around you, making you feel safe and secure. “good night bubba, we love you,” chan whispers in your ear before placing a loving kiss to your soft cheek. “so so much bunny.” binnie finishes, placing a kiss to your other cheek.

you melt right into their arms. you get comfortable, turning on your side to face binnie, laying your head on his chest, grabbing chan’s arm to stay around you. “i love you both too, more than you know.” you mumble, placing a kiss to bin’s pec and chan’s hand.

you all melt into each other, relaxing slowly as sleep welcomes you, the soft sounds of monsters inc playing as you all lay peacefully in each other’s arms.

[nana-luvy]

-> 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

warnings: fem!reader (intended at least), no mention of reader's cabin, boyfriend!luke x reader, +18 content (reader's discretion advised. thanks) (fyi, it's my first time writing smutty smut, it might kinda suck...)

“You sure you wanna try? I mean, you could get h-”

You cut him off swiftly, taking his jaw in your hand to make him look right at you. For a moment, neither of you said anything, gaze lost in each other's, your eyes following the lines of his face. Your heart was already beating fast, but it was practically working overtime as you took in his rough appearance, a mix of heavy breaths falling on your skin through his parted lips, sweat drops casually dribbling down along the line of his now messy curls, and longing looks that spoke volume from his half-lidded eyes.

“Luke?” you started, your voice breathy and low. “I love you, and you know I'm not made of glass, yeah?” You smiled as his gazed dropped to your lips for an instant, watching you mouth soft words, before looking back up and gently nodding. “So just…be great.”

You intended to pat his cheek almost patronizingly, like you often did when joking around with him, but he was quicker to catch your wrist, effortlessly pinning it next to your head while your free hand still sat under his jaw.

“I think you’re getting a little too comfortable, you're right, maybe we should get you out of that comfort zone.” You swore you could've melted on the spot when he leaned in just a tad closer, his voice brushing against your ear. “You said it yourself, you're not made of glass, I can rough you up a little.”

You really wanted to shoot back with one of your usual smart comments, but all thoughts left your mind when your boyfriend let go of your wrist to bring his hand to the side of your face, leaning in and capturing your lips in a fraction of a second. Your back arched off the flimsy mattress to try and get closer to the boy, who was apparently getting a kick out of letting you chase his mouth for more everytime he pulled a fraction of an inch away, sweaty chests pressed together in the still warm air of the early summer evening.

It wasn't long before the brunette's patience wore thin, his own resolve to make you work even just a little more for it wavering the more he got a taste of you, the sweetness of your chapstick still lingering on your lips.

He let out a little groan as he hooked his hands under your knees, bringing your legs up to rest along his torso, your calves hanging off his shoulders as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. His lips parted in a silent moan that matched yours as he eventually pushed back inside you, slowly sinking in with his eyebrows scrunched up.

Luke took a moment to gather himself, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, and you took the opportunity whisper in his ear. “You’re no fun,” you chuckled, offering a teasing smile through the evident haze in your expression. “A real vanilla guy.”

The boy didn't even protest, only suddenly sitting back on his heels, grabbing your hips to forcefully thrust your body back on his, a whimper escaping your parted lips, hands fisting the sheets under you. “Vanilla? I’mma give you fucking vanilla.”

But maybe Luke had been just a little too ambitious with his movements, because next thing he knew, as he laid you back properly on the bed, looming over you, a pain shot straight through his upper arm, making him wince and fall on top of you. You let out a yelp from surprise, concerned by the distress etched on your boyfriend's face as he rolled off you with a pained groan.

You quickly moved, sitting on your heels at his side, too scared to hurt him more when you didn't know what went wrong. Your fingers hesitantly reached for his face, softly brushing his cheek.

“Luke? What is it?” you asked shortly after, your words slightly rushed from your concern, and the guy would be lying if he said he wasn't just a little pleased that you were so worried about him.

He let out a groan as he moved his arm, trying to understand what had happened. “I don't really know,” he started, tentatively pressing around his upper arm with his other hand. “I think I- ow!”

“Shit, can I do something?” you immediately reacted as Luke let out a pained sound, leaning forward with your hands on his torso. You scanned his face for any sign of further incomfort, but all you found was a sly smirk like the ones he knew so well.

He let out a small chuckle, taking in your troubled expression, all mouth lips and scrunched brows. “It's fine, I just pulled my muscle, I think. You worried about me that much?”

You leaned back, annoyed with his playful teasing, and going as far as to land a small smack on his injured bicep in retaliation—and you couldn't help but smile as he scrunched up with a pained groan. “You little fucker… Of course I'm worried, though I'm questioning if you really deserve it.”

“Brutal.”

“Deserved.”

Luke shrugged with a smile, that one that spoke volumes about how much he appreciated those moments without having to word it, extending his other arm as an invitation for you to lean into him.

“Shouldn't you, like, ice it or anything? So it doesn’t get swollen or-”

“You worry too much, it can wait a little. I just wanna hold you right now,” he assured, looking at you with this lazy grin that made your cheeks heat up and your body comply without question.

You snuggled into his side, your hand going to trace soft patterns on his still damp and warm chest while his arm draped across your shoulders. “You know, I'm actually gonna make you warm up beforehand, now,” you muttered with a smug chuckle.

“I-” Your boyfriend let out a groan of fake annoyance, pressing you closer as he ran his hand in his curls. “Please don’t, getting hurt from that is already shameful.”

“Yeah, and having to explain how you pulled your bicep might also be punishment enough.”

“By the gods, I'm hiding in your cabin until I'm better, or the others are never letting me live it down,” he whined, snuggling in your hair, reveling the scent of your shampoo. “Fuck, this is so embarrassing…” he muttered, and tour smile only broadened.

You shifted at his side, picking yourself up to lean on your elbow. “I think you should see this as an opportunity.”

You let the silence linger for a second, taking in his confused expression as he tried to understand where you were going.

“You know… I can be your very own medic now,” you started, moving to straddle his abdomen, but his answer made your face drop.

“Nooo, don't say medic, I'm picturing Lee fucking Fletcher now-”

“Oh my gosh, Luke- are you just ruining the mood on purpose?” You dramatically dropped on his chest, making him let out a surprised huff as you rest your head under his chin. “Yep, no mood left. I’m just hungry now.”

Luke let his hand trace along your spine, his voice soft in your ear. “You think you can go get me ice, or…?”

“Huh, insufferable patient at that,” you teased, getting up slowly as you threw him a nasty glare. “Well, whatever the big boy wants, I guess.”

“Oh, big boy? What did this one come from?” the boy asked, still laying back on a pillow with an eyebrow arched questioningly.

You were quickly putting your clothes back up, ready to head out to get a bag of ice, before turning to him as you zipped up your shorts. “Nah you're right, Glass boy sounds better. Cause you're the only one in this cabin that actually got hurt in the end.”

You blew him a kiss with a wink before heading out, and Luke could've swore it's stupid moments like that that made him melt everytime he did as little as think of you.

Whew, never wrote this kinda stuff idek if it's actually good, but....yk....

I hope you like it, anon, and thank you so much guys for the requests, it's actually so cool to get some wtf ??

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