#you know when u get so PUMPED ur eyes start shaking cause ur just READY

[jmkho]

[moonrisecoeur]

Ur the best sub Leon writer soooo… idk if you seen these but ppl treat las plagas parasite as sex pollen 😭 and I’m so here for it. Concept : re4 leon infected by the parasite OK but he starts out very agressive but ofc he’s a sub so he does whatever reader wants in order to yk… achieve the goal of the parasite (breeding 😔 who said that? Not me) And pls make the reader mean, I love mean femdoms sm, they are chefs kiss. If you need more clarification post it I’ll send another one idk but I’m just seeing what YOU come up with. LOVE UR WRITING btw I love how it’s pretty in character tbh cuz I read ur bully Leon one and I was like “yeah fr like he’s too caring to be a bully 💀”

OMG WAIT MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD: you said smth so mean to him that he came too early. He was so sorry for coming early and the mess he made in you But then he continued to keep going trying to pump more- OK SORRY

the BEST?? idk about that but i shall take ur compliment and deliver to you only my best work so thank u bestie i appreciate it sm !! ^-^

las plagas is crazy cuz like the black veins, the loss of control with your physical body, the pain it causes… that’s literally so hot. leon was so fuckable all of re4 but especially in the scenes where his body is being controlled that man is SCRUMPTIOUS

also just so you know. the veins on his dick are black as well ♡

no pronouns mentioned, afab parts mentioned, plaga leon has to be a top im sorry (technically in straight relationships men are always topping unless u count pegging BUT in this context i mean he’s a top more like ‘he’s a sub but he’ll fuck u stupid’ like that’s the vibe)

you spot his blonde hair from across the hall, running over to him excitedly. thank god you found him.

“leon!” you call out, grabbing the attention of the man in question, as you catch up to him. finally finding him in this nightmarish place after getting separated was the best thing possible, “holy crap, i’m so- i’m so glad you’re okay— woah, what… what happened to you?”

he takes a cautious step back, still seemingly holding a little bit of control over his body, “they said it was a gift in my…. my blood… don’t know what the fuck that was about..”

you take a step forward, reaching out your hand to touch his face, fingers tracing the black lines that were once veins invisible to the naked eye. but he stops you, his hand roughly grabbing your wrist, “don’t.”

“don’t… what?” you ask nervously, shoulders slumped.

“you need to… stay away from me,” he groans from pain, and you’re too worried to listen to his words, “stop, get away from me, you— i could hurt you! i don’t want to hurt you…”

but you don’t listen to him, betraying his wishes by shaking off his grip and reaching your hand out again. he can’t try to stop you this time. he moans, actually moans, when your fingertips touch his face, caressing him softly.

“really? it’s that good?” you ask with a small smirk on your face. leon thinks he could die.

“f-fuck…” he mumbles, finally coming closer to you. his hands wrap around your waist as he leans in for a kiss that you’re not ready for, and you both stumble backwards while you try to ground yourself.

he’s getting rough, aggressive, and you need to push back a little or else he’ll consume you entirely. not that you’d mind.

“leon, ease up,” you whisper, pushing him back slightly, and when a growl escapes his throat, you know he’s clearly not in any state to listen, “leon.”

he annoyedly makes eye contact with you, trying his best to listen to what you’re about to say. he is trying, and that’s the worst part. this is him at his most gentle, most restrained.

“you need to listen to me, okay? can you do that?” you ask softly, hand against his chest to keep him from diving too deep into you, and pressing a kiss to his lips. it’s softer. he moans into your mouth needily, but you don’t let him get rough. instead you sweetly get the taste of him. sure, it’s not a delicious taste, but he’s a delicious experience.

you enjoy the way he’s trying so intensely to control and contain himself, for your sake. he knows what you want from him is not his full fledged desires out in the open, completely unchecked.

when you pull away, he looks wrecked already, “please, you can’t do this to me, not if you’re just going to walk away and leave me desperate.”

part of you wants to reassure him. i’m not going to leave you. i would never abandon you when you need me most. but the other part just wants to ravage him, take all of him for yourself, leave nothing of him left but the perfection you’ve created. perfection in your eyes. maybe he’s not the only one infected with some kind of tainted desire.

instead, to accomplish both, you kiss him again, letting your own intensity and desire take over, potentially overpowering his. he whimpers, his shaky hands holding your hips for stability. he’s not being grossly possessive and rough like before. he’s softer now, pliable.

when you pull away, you whisper, “we need to get somewhere safe.”

“wha… what?”

“i need to take my time with you, and we’re not safe out in the open like this…” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to that sweet spot right below his ear. it’s so cute how truly weak leon is right now. sure, that’s always been his weakness, but it’s elevated multiple times over by this parasite in his blood. you have half the mind to thank that weird cult.

when you find a safe room, you’re immediately back on him, pushing him against the wall, enjoying the way he whimpers as you kiss him, his need for you multiplying by the minute.

“please, please, i need you, i need you so fucking bad, please, i need to take you, need to make you mine, need to—”

“shut up,” you groan, fingers roughly grabbing his jaw, pushing his head back and away from you, “you’re going to be good, or you won’t get what you want. i don’t care how badly you fucking need me, you’re going to be patient. you’re going to be nice and obedient or you’ll get nothing from me. and that little parasite inside of you is horrified at the idea that you won’t get to fuck my pretty pussy, hm?”

he looks pathetic, moaning like a whore at just some words, but it’s the way you say them, the way you say them, that kills him. he eventually calms himself down enough to nod with his eyes shut tightly, “i’ll do whatever you say. you know that.”

“lay down on the floor,” you command, almost growling back at him, and he opens his eyes in surprise.

“what?”

“you heard me. on the ground, beneath me, right now, leon,” your eyes narrow at him, enjoying the way he weakly sinks to his knees before sitting down completely and laying back.

“like this..?” he asks, confused. he doesn’t know what’s about to happen, and that excites him immensely.

you take off your belt with all your utility tools and your jeans along with it. then finally, your underwear. he looks up at you with wide, delicious eyes.

he asks so sweetly, even though he knows the answer, “are you… are you gonna make me..?”

“yeah, you are. i’m going to sit down on your pretty, pretty face and you’re going to enjoy every second of being beneath me, where you belong, servicing me, and making me cum.”

his heart skips a beat at the thought of belonging beneath you, “yeah, fuck, okay—”

“—and you’re not going to fucking talk until i cum, got it?”

he nods, and once you sit down upon your throne, he gets right to work. he laps up the fluids of your cunt like a dog, working tirelessly, sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. this is his place. he deserves nothing more than to be here with you, caving to your every desire even if all of his thoughts include breeding you and getting you pregnant with his babies. he’d do anything you asked if he could just have that.

he’d be at your service, at your mercy, until you chose to give him what he wanted.

but he makes you cum so fucking hard that it’s impossible to not give him what he wants, especially when rough hands grab onto your thighs as you’re cumming and he’s still giving you the head of your life through your orgasm. he grabs you just to stabilize you, but also to be possessive.

he can’t help how bad he’s gotten about jealousy and possessiveness with this parasite. he’s never been the jealous boyfriend, knowing you could hold your own and you’re loyal and stuff, but something about the way he looks at you now is different. it’s deep and primal. he looks at you like he needs to have you, and no one else can.

it’s insanely hot, but it’s also inconceivable how uncontrollable those urges are. leon has good self control, and you notice it in how he’s acting. again, this is him at his most restrained. he’s trying to keep himself from pouncing on you, taking everything he wants from you because he knows you don’t want that.

somewhere deep inside of him, he’s still himself, still that awkward and dorky guy that just wants to love you and give you everything you want. you wouldn’t want that.

when you roll off of him, laying down next to him to give yourself a moment to recover, you press a kiss to his shoulder, a sign that it’s an act, your harshness isn’t real. he returns the gesture by kissing the top of your head. a sign that he acknowledges your motives.

“please,” he whimpers suddenly, startling you out of your daze as his hand caresses your back softly, “i’ll let you control everything, you can do whatever you want with me, but fucking please, i’m so desperate to put my cock inside of your pussy, baby. i can’t think straight, and i’m trying so damn hard to control myself but i won’t be able to much longer…”

“yeah? you wanna put your cock inside of me? feel it throb inside the wetness and warmth of my cunt, fill me up with—”

he cuts you off with a loud moan, his hands grasping onto you and his eyes shutting tightly at the thought of such pleasure. he looks wrecked at the mere mention of cumming inside of you. you obviously have to capitalize on this fact.

“oh? so it’s the filling me up part, isn’t it? the ‘gift’ you have makes you really want to cum inside me, hm?” you say, smirking cruelly at him, watching his resolve crumble as he moans shamelessly, “do you want… breed me, leon?”

he gasps, breathing heavily. he’s incredibly wound up, and now you know the real reason he’s insatiable and uncontrollable, “f-fuck, i— it’s not that i want to, it’s that i need to… i need to fuck you and breed you so damn bad, i—”

you cover his mouth with the palm of your hand, enjoying the way he groan in pleasure when you straddle him. god, he’s not even inside of you, but he looks fucked out. he looks he’s about to burst already.

“god, you’re so fucking desperate,” you mumble to him, leaning in closer to whisper to him despite having him muzzled with your hand. not that he’d ever hurt you, he would never even imagine it, “you’re going to fuck me stupid, okay? you’re going to fuck me until my legs go numb and i can’t feel anything but you… and only when i tell you you can, you’ll breed me, fuck your cum even deeper into me and not let any of it escape. understood?”

he breathes shakily, not responding. obviously you forgot you have your hand over his mouth. when you take it off, he nervously says, “got it. i’ll… i’ll be good. i’ll make you feel so good.”

your voice is dark, cruel, full of malicious intent, “you fucking better, or i won’t let you cum. you’ll get to fuck me, sure, but i won’t ever give you the satisfying orgasm your body is desperately aching for. you won’t get to fill me up, and all you’ll have left to fuck for your little orgasm is your hand.”

his heart aches. the idea of disappointing you makes him feel a physical pit of nervousness in his stomach, the same ones he felt when he was more like himself. he just wants to feel like himself again.

“g-got it,” he whimpers. you get off of him, and he’s got you pinned immediately, gently resting you against the ground he was previously laying on. the image of you beneath him has him breathless. he feels like he’s worshipping a god with every move he makes.

he slides his cock into you, groaning at how easy it is, how wet you are. he bottoms out almost immediately, enjoying the way your body wraps around him in almost every sense. he silently adores you. he loves that you want him, crave him just like he craves you. that underneath all of your dominance, you’re his lover too.

fuck, he’s starting to feel possessive again. he beings to thrust into you, his body moving faster than either of you can handle, but you keep your cool better than he does.

“don’t let yourself start to think you’re in control,” you murmur, leaning up to press your lips to his shoulder, baring your teeth but not hard enough to draw blood. just enough to remind him of his place, “you belong to me. not the other way around, got it?” you growl into his ear.

he can’t even respond, too enraptured by your body and the feeling of your control over him leaving him a shuddering mess.

and you can’t even deny it. he’s putting in the work, thumb playing your with your clit just like how he knows you like, and clearly he’s getting the results he’s looking for. his body comes closer to the edge sooner than he’d like, but he tries to stave it off, for your sake.

still leaning into him, you whisper in your darkest voice, “maybe i should leave you like this, so you can stay this desperate… for me. i would try and cure you, but… not sure if i really care anymore.”

he shudders, voice giving out on him as he tries to plead with you. he cums without warning, obviously his body did it without the consent and go-ahead of his conscious mind. he already looks embarrassed at cumming without your permission. you don’t really have the mind to care right now, but you remember it for.. later.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck, leon, give it to me, give in to your cravings, your desires, your needs,” you moan in his ear, desperate for him, only him, and he’s yours, he’s all yours, it’s all he’s ever been and all he’ll ever be. he keep fucking you even after cumming, keeping you filled up, pushing it deeper, “make me yours.”

and he has no choice but to comply.

[ayyezhongli]

dom student council pres zhongli x troublemaker childe

Guess who’s back :D Back with some zhonchi smut for all u sinners. Note: Theres a lot of spelling errors bc when i wrote this i was telling it to a friend n they said i should post this n i’m too lazy to edit it so yeah! enjoy <3

summary kinda: child did something n is now stuck in detention with zhongli being a kinky president of the student council watching him.

so childe is bored asf n tries seducing zhongli. but childe has always had a crush on zhongli. thats why he misbehaves to get his attention.

so zhongli says “ur here again” n sighs

“yup did you miss me?! dont answer that bc ik you did”

n zhongli sighs again all annoyed n shit

“seems you never learn”

“maybe i’m jus here bc i love n want to see you everyday”

n zhongli taking that as sarcasm rolls his eyes

“i doubt that.”

and so for like 30mins childe is making all these noises to get zhongli’s attention and annoy him which it works. and zhongli having enough of it already decides that he needs to be punished. so he gets up n walks over to the desk childe is sitting at cups his face with his hand grinning

“u rly like to get on my nerves dont you~…..” and childe’s tryna contain himself

“is it working~?”

“idk pretty boy….wanna find out for urself~…..”

n zhongli is like inches away from childe’s face. n childe still keeping his composure decides to tease back hoping to get what he’s longed for for so long.

“idk do i~?….”

and zhongli leans in n jus as hes abt to kiss childe he pulls away and walks back over to the teachers desk and childe is really disappointed bc he thought he finally had it but jus lost it. so zhongli goes back to working on his paperwork while childe is just furious.

”Is this how u treat everyone?! tease them and leave them with nothing. take advantage of us!!”

n zhongli bursts out laughing putting his papers in a neat stack

”ur quite interesting childe, if i said it was jus u would that make u feel better??”

and childe huffs rolling his eyes still rly pissed off.

“did u want more? were you expecting something more from me? something else?”

n childe blushing looks away

“fuck off”

n zhongli gets mad at the response and pulls out one of those long ass rulers n gets up n starts walking to childe.

“thats no way to speak to the student council president. you need to be punished”

so zhongli sets the ruler aside still pissed asf

“get up.” childe ignores.

”get up right now.” childe still ignores.

so zhongli grabs the ruler smacking it against the desk childe is at.

“GET UP RIGHT NOW!”

n childe jumps a little and gets up

“ok ok chill”

so childe walks over to zhongli n stands in front of him.

“im gonna punish n force you into submission until u completely submit to me”

childe laughs

“no way. you really think u can do that? just try”

“oh i will. just watch me”

(a/n: in this fic childe has bright pink sensitive nipples bc ughh 😩🤌🏾 well both of them have bright pink nipples but zhonglis r rly sensitive.)

so zhongli turns childe around n starts grinding against him causing childe to moan ever so slightly.

“do u like that~?”

n childe tryna keep his composure laughs to cover up a moan. n zhongli looks down and grins seeing childe’s hard erection through his clothes.

so zhongli reaches down n starts palming childe causing slightly louder moans to come out of his mouth.

“your so hard for me childe….what a naughty slutty little boy~“

childe loses it bc zhongli is finally saying the things he’s been dreaming of him saying. so zhongli amused starts licking the shell of his ear biting and nibbling it which makes childe blush harder. so zhongli reaches his hand down into childe’s pants and boxers and wraps his hand around childe’s dick which he almost cums. so zhongli starts pumping him n not even 30s he throws his head back on zhonglis shoulder n cums letting out a loud moan

“fuck zhongli~…..”

zhongli smirks very amused

“so quick to cum~ do i rly turn u on that much~?”

n childe fights the urge to nod his head and submit. he’s not going down without a fight.

“no i was just pent up. why would i be for someone like you!!”

zhongli snickers and slides his hands up childes shirt n starts taking it off.

“not submitting yet i see~….”

“did u think it would be that easy asshole? ha!”

so zhongli turns childe around.

“you should just give up now! your not go-“

n zhongli interrupts him with a passionate kiss. a long deep one filled with sexual tension n desire. he leaves childe blushing like crazy and gasping for air.

“what was that? i didnt catch the last part, say that again.”

“i said that i’m never gonna sub-“

n zhongli interrupts him again. same thing happens like 2 more times until childe gives up.

“can u repeat that one more time?”

and childe looks away with a annoyed expression on his face

“glad that shut u up~”

so then zhongli looks childe up and down bites his lip causing childe to blush.

“you’re kinda cute…i think i can use u….”

n childe blushes more

“and these nipples….”

zhongli says while pinching them making childe arch his back and moan loudly.

“they look pink and innocent…but when i pinch n twist them like this…”

childe lets out n even louder moan with a face flushed even more n drool running down the side of his mouth

“….you make such naughty noises and that really turns me on.”

and so zhongli continues pinch n play with them and then starts marking his neck.

“what if i made u mine hmm? my little fuck toy? or how abt pet?? you could be of some use to me….”

and all childe can do is whimper. so zhongli has him bend over on the teachers desk and pulls down childe’s pants. and he like squeezes childes plump round ass and caresses it before grabbing the ruler and spanking him with it which causes childe to moan n cum immediately.

“ur such a slutty masochist”

n childe groans n is like stuttering his words

“w-w-well ur so fucking sadis-“

n zhongli spanks him not with the ruler this time but his hand n childe jus looses it.

“ready to submit….?”

n childe tryna keep the ounce of pride he has left shakes his head.

“no!”

zhongli spanks him again.

“how abt now?”

“No!”

n so zhongli gets an idea n sticks his fingers inside childe’s mouth.

“suck”

childe does so n a minute later zhongli pulls them out.

“what are you gonna d- ahh!”

and zhongli’s fingers are wiggling around inside childe tryna get him prepared. childe has just completely lost it. he’s drooling all over the desk, moaning so loudly that if there was people here they would be able to hear, clinging onto the edge of the desk like his life is on the line.

“f-fuck zhongli…ahhh”

he’s a panting slutty mess. a fee mins later zhongli pulls his fingers out n takes off his own pants and boxers lining himself up to childes entrance. he inserts only the tip of his dick causing childe to go even more crazy if thats even possible n moan so fucking loud. but its been long enough. he wants more. more of zhongli inside him. he wants all. all of zhongli inside him. so he whimpers n cries out zhongli’s name.

“whats the problem sweetheart?”

zhongli says grinning from ear to ear.

“pls..”

childe says desperately

“pls what?”

”pls zhongli i-….”

“you…? gotta tell me what u want otherwise i wont know.”

“pls i want more of u….!!”

“beg for more than.”

“Zhongli pls i want ur cock inside me so bad. pls i’ll do anything!! just fuck me already!!”

“anything…?”

zhongli says slipping half way inside him.

“y-y-yes just pls fuck me!!”

n zhongli, a very satisfied man jus starts pounding into him hitting his g spot every time.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck! FUCK! ZHONGLI PLS SLOW DOWN AHH~!!”

n that only makes zhongli speed up and childe cums like multiple times. after a while, giving a few last thrusts zhongli comes for the second time inside childe. and pulls out while childe just drops to the floor completely unable to move or anything. jus a panting blushing hot slutty mess with zhongli’s cum dripping out of him. all pride lost. pulling his pants and boxers back on zhongli lifts him up to his feet and bc childe has no strength he just falls onto zhongli resting his head on his shoulder.

“now that you’ve completely submit to me, ur all mine~….mine to do whatever i pls with. mine and only mine. No one else….”

and childe jus nods groaning bc of the pain.

”i hope u learned ur lesson now. unless…. you wanna comeback again for another visit…”

n childe jus groans again.

“i see the way you look at me childe….a look filled with lust and desire…its really quite a turn on~….. you look so desperately….so needy….so vulnerable…the amount of times i wanted to bend you over and fuck u so hard until you cant walk is too much to count. i wanted to make you mine so no one else could have that innocent slutty little boy who’s just oozing with sexual desire. any man or woman would get turned on n wanna have there way with you. u needed to be protected and only by me.”

so zhongli grinds his teeth bc of how possessive he is.

“so no one but me can fuck u stupid. and now that ur finally mine…i dont have to worry abt it so much as before”

n so zhongli strokes childe’s hair n plants a kiss on his head.

“you’re my precious little play thing.”

and childe, burying his face into zhongli’s chest smiles bc thats all he ever wanted. and then he looks up at zhongli as zhongli looks down at him smiling.

“zhongli…?”

”yes?”

“if all u said was true….why were u such an asshole to me. you were stricter on me than others, ruder to me than others, tougher on me then others….so why?”

“why?”

zhongli chuckles n childe nods

“to keep a good reputation, but i also wanted to push you, everytime u got angry and gave me attitude it only turned me on. which is why i kept going….does that answer ur question?”

n childe grunts

“u sadistic fuck!”

n zhongli laughs

“says the one who got turned on every time i public humiliated or yelled at you….”

“thats not true!!”

“uh-huh…the sexual energy u admit would become stronger and i could hear your breathing getting heavier with breathy tiny moans and u would always part ur lips slightly and rub ur thighs together and on top of that, ur eyes squint ever so slightly.”

childe was speechless bc this whole time he thought he was being slick.

“w-w-well that doesnt matter!”

childe said huffing and zhongli only chuckled and kissed his head.

“hey childe…”

“what!”

“i love you….”

childe was blushing like crazy. never in a million years did he think zhongli would say that.

“you can’t just go randomly saying those things?!!”

childe said burying his face deeper into zhonglis chest.

“b-but i love you too i guess…”

he mumbled and zhongli smirked.

“look at me.”

childe looked up into zhonglis ambers eyes embarrassed asf.

“wh-wh-what is it?”

“you’re really cute yk.”

n zhongli leaned down slightly and kissed him before he could say anything else. the end :)

thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed even though its formatted weird and kinda sorta a story. 🥰

[avenging-fandoms]

Okay u asked and I will deliver: What if ur a singer too and ur dating harry but it’s all hush hush. u come to the watermelon sugar mv shoot with him and get really jealous over all the girls there and he notices. Once hes done and ur back at ur house he shows u that ur the only one he wants by making u unable to walk the next day

harry: Are you coming today?

yn: yeah, i’m on my way. just finished recording my part of our song

harry: Can’t wait to see you❤️

butterflies always swarmed in your stomach when he always said something sweet. even after 2 years of dating, he always managed to make you feel those butterflies in your stomach. you typed the location into the gps, the shoot location over an hour away from the studio. 

you put on the sunglasses harry had left in your car, blasting your music and waving your hand in the wind as you drive to harry’s music video shoot. 

an hour and fifteen minutes later and you arrived to the beach. you hop out, smiling when harry waves to you. you head down, sitting in a chair under the tent. you can hear paparazzi cameras being snapped as you sat down, so you subtly flipped them off. 

sure, you and harry were dating, but did they have to know? maybe you were just a friend. they were just nosey assholes who need a quick buck. 

“aand action!”

you were glad the sunglasses were a dark red so no one saw how large your pupils got. your fist clenched the arm of the chair, watching girls put themselves all over harry. kissing, rubbing, every thing to get you to be the jealous girlfriend. 

“cut!” 

you unclench your fist and jaw, the girls getting off of harry. harry jogs over to you, out of breath. “hi gorgeous, are you liking it so far?”

“oh yeah, love watching girls kiss and rub up all on my boyfriend” you lean back in the chair, pulling the sunglasses down a bit to look up at him over the glasses.

“do i sense a little bit of.. jealousy, miss yn?” harry smirked and you rolled your eyes, pushing him away. he laughs, playfully pushing your jaw with his fist. “oh, nothing to be jealous of. besides.. i think these paps will put out a story soon about how close we’re talking right now and make it into us dating”

“‘cause we’re not?” you raise your eyebrows and he scoffs. 

“who said that, miss jealousy? then what have we been doing for the past 6 months?” harry winked and booped your nose. you push him away, crossing your legs again as you watch him jog back to set. he winked at you before they started to shoot again, and you couldn’t stand to see it anymore. 

you never were the jealous type, but when the whole world and those girls were all over harry, it was hard not to be. you texted harry that you’d be at your place, ignoring the paparazzi as you drove away. 

you pick up some food at a drive thru, harry texting you a couple times asking why you left and how he wished he could see you more, and that he’d be over when they were finished for the day. you kicked your shoes off and changed into pajama shorts and one of harry’s shirts with no bra, laying on the couch and re-watching ‘friends’ 

hours past, and you were on season 3 episode 2 when harry knocked on the door. you had nearly fallen asleep with the empty food bag on the coffee table. you shot up, quickly running to throw your garbage away. the door slams closed, harry just letting himself in. 

“oh please, won’t you come-” harry doesn’t let you finish, he grabs your face and kisses you, grabbing your waist and putting you on top of the counter. 

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you before you got to the shoot, and when you left, you were racing through my mind even more. you’re so fucking addicting, yn. and might i add..” harry’s fingers find his way into your underwear, making you gasp. “fucking sexy when you’re jealous”

your fingers gripped the hair at the back of his head and moan into his mouth as his thumb slowly rubs your clit. harry pushes down your shorts and underwear, tossing them behind him as he puts his middle and ring fingers into your mouth. you look into his eyes as he pumps them slowly, ripping them away and kissing you as he slides his fingers into you. 

“fuck harry” you gasp, holding onto his biceps as he fucks you fast with his fingers. his thumb quickly rubs your clit back and forth, leaving hickies all around your neck and collarbone. “harry.. i need to..”

“nuh uh, i want you to cum around me, sweetheart” he pulls you off the counter, sliding off his shirt and pushing down his pants, kicking them behind him with your shorts and taking off your shirt as well. you spit in your hand, pumping his cock a bit before he roughly bent you over the cold counter. your nipples hardened against the granite, moaning as harry thrusts his cock into you. “no one could ever compare to you, princess, no one”

harry held your chin up, making you make eye contact with him as he roughly thrusted into your. “fuck harry, i’m sorry for being j-jealous, fuck” you gasp, letting out a moan and shaking your legs as harry hit your g-spot. harry stopped, turning you around and picking you up. he kisses you roughly, pushing you over the arm of the couch. 

harry’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he pounded into you, loud moans and grunts coming from yours and harry’s mouths. harry’s fingers rub your clit in a fast circle, your legs trembling around him. you clench around harry as you cum, scratching down his chest as you squirm. he slowly moves his hips, making you twitch. 

“i’m not done with you yet, princess, i’m gonna show you you’re the only one i want, tell me when you’re ready, okay?”

--

you woke up the next morning- it was basically afternoon considering it was noon- in harry’s arms. your bodies were stuck together, a night of endless sex. harry had come over at 9, and the two of you didn’t stop until nearly 11. 

you kiss harry’s nose, peeling his arm off of you and taking the covers off, going to get up but you hiss in pain. harry immediately shot up, rubbing his eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asked in his morning voice. 

“erm, had a bit of a rough night last night, and now i can’t walk” you blush, harry laughing and falling back agains the bed. you fall back in bed with him, hitting his bicep. “it’s not funny, styles. it’s your fault”

“well, it’s both of our faults. but it’s more my fault ‘cause i fucked you so hard” you blush, leaning forward and kissing him softly. “good morning princess”

“morning harry. can you.. uhm.. help me shower?” he smiles, kissing your forehead and getting up. he nods, heading towards the bathroom to start the shower. 

“so..” he placed his fists next to your hips, hovering over you and looking at you with hooded eyes. “who’s mine?”

“hm.. i think it’s me” you wrap your arms around his neck, twirling his curls around your fingers. “and who is mine?”

“why, i believe it’s me, miss yn” he smiles, leaning down and kissing you passionately. “i love you, darling”

“i love you more harry” 

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

in ur ABO universe do omegas get periods, like maybe they only last 2 days before heat or ? If they do then could u do one where she gets a stain while they’re both sleeping and he comforts her, if they don’t have periods then that’s completely fine, your not obligated to do anything ❤️

So... Its a bit long and I got carried away cause well I really loved this ask. I had to write it on phone, so all errors are my own. Warnings- smut, talk of past abuse.

Word Count- 1.5k

You didn't even think about it when you woke up with tingles lacing through your body. Nothing alarming, just a need. You needed to feel your Alpha spread you open and fill you, his hands holding your down and those growls of his making demands. 

You should have thought about what it meant to be that horny, but you couldn't. Your Wolf whined at your lust, and you pressed in against Steve's side, your body, hot, seeking. He woke to you biting on his shoulder and smirking with a tease next to him. 

His eyes flashed in recognition and he pulled himself up to hover over you, cage you in against the bed. "Wound up Little One?" 

"Maybe? Maybe I just want to feel you." You rolled a bit to touch him but he grasped your hip instead, flipping you till your ass arched into the air, your face pressed into your pillow. Steve knelt behind you, looking while giving admiring strokes of his fingers between glistening folds. 

"Your drenched Little One, absolutely soaked." Giving the slightest tap against your clit, you bit the pillow and pressed your face into it to keep from yelping at the feeling. Arousal starting to run down your inside thigh, making Steve ache in his own need. 

His hand grasped around his shaft, slick with you, a couple pumps to coat himself before he pressed at your entrance. "Oh shit" he groaned as he sunk into your core, bottoming out with a dirty grind of hips sure to make you howl into the pillow and clamp around his cock. 

"I got you." Steve growled while grasping your hips and rocking you forward till he almost pulled out. Another hard thrust, angled just right had you nodding while hissing "right there Steve, harder right there." And he drilled that spot that might have made you embarrassingly wet around his cock, but your mind was in a scramble. Not thinking, just reacting. You just dug your fingers in those crisp white sheets and held on. 

The room filled with slapping hips against a plump ass from the way your back arched, Steve caging you in against the mattress that muffled your cries for more while he pinned your shoulder down with a hard bite and urgent growls against your ear. 

"Going to Fuck you stupid Little One, a mess in my bed" 

It was all you could ask for, and you withered into the mattress, thick cock splitting you open till you were crying. "Alpha! Please I want to cum, please"

Hearing your needing cries he splayed a hand against your clenched belly to hold you from collapsing, and his other found that little bud between your thighs, rubbing vigorously to make you spasm. "Oh! Alpha, Fuck. I'm gonna-" you twisted and wriggled underneath him, it felt so good, you couldnt help yourself.

"Do it, your Alpha demands it. Cum all over my cock, so pretty when you do Little One." He growled while a lap of tongue against your neck marked you with his scent. You started arching while locking around him, squeezing and milking for his seed, a soundless cry finally found a voice and it was his name you were screaming. 

Steve wasn't far behind you. "Fuck, oh Fuck, shit…" his hips slamming into you until he spilled, his knot swelling and locking inside of you while he slouched to his elbows, panting against your shoulder. 

"Alpha?" You said softly and he groaned in answer, tightening his arm around your stomach and rolled you two enough to get comfortable until he softened. You yawned and pressed your back against his chest, looking up at him, nuzzling your nose under his chin covered in that reddish tinged beard. "Goodnight." 

"Wake me up again if you need to." Steve chuckled against your hair while dropping a kiss to your temple. Now you were full and sated, it was easy to fall asleep. 

That next morning found you stretched on your stomach, warmth all over, you sensed Steve next to you, still sound asleep, and arm settled over his eyes to block out the light. 

You shifted to get up and felt the stickiness coating between your thighs. You paid it no mind, thinking it was just from last night. A shower would clean you right up. Untill you caught the rich iron scent. No! shit! You leaped up and there it was. A red damning stain on the white sheets, one you wouldn't be able to hide from Steve. Panic and some embarrassment start to creep up your neck as you try to think of what to do. 

<Calm down y/n, we can fix this. Steve won't be mad.>

They always disciplined us before if we ruined stuff. 

<Steve isn't Pierce.>

No, but what if it bothers him? You questioned irrationally, rushing into the bathroom to wash yourself, willing the water to warm. Maybe I can scrub it out. 

<Y/N! Would you stop please?> the Little Wolf pleaded, but you were stepping into the hot water, almost too hot and started scrubbing at your skin, feeling like you were dirty, Steve would find you dirty. 

Steve woke to hear the shower cranked and figured you were just getting ready for the day. Before his eyes slid closed, he shifted the blankets and found the stain. At first he was worried he might have hurt you, but then he caught the scent that you were close to your heat. 

<Must be why she's in the shower> 

Will just change the bedsheets and go check on her. Steve responded as his Wolf settled back into sleep. Quickly he had stripped the bed, and found darker sheets to put on, not worried about the incident. Or realizing you were in the midst of panic while in the shower. Knocking on the door, he was hit with a facefull of steam, and could see you on the other side of the curtain scrubbing under the spray. 

He was about to close the door for you when he heard a whimper above the water and he turned back. "Y/N? Little One?" No answer and he went to pull back the curtain to see you bright red from the water, and you went to turn it off, confused as to why you seemed upset. 

"I'm sorry Steve… I'm really sorry, please dont be mad." 

"Mad?!" He said with surprise and picked up a nearby towel, holding it open so you could step into it. "Baby, why would I be mad?" 

Hesitating, you stepped forward and Steve was careful to wrap it around you. When you grabbed the edges to hide yourself, he cupped your face, studying you a second. 

<She's scared.> the Wolf rumbled with unease, wanting to reassure you.

I can smell it… Steve agreed, and was careful to scoop you up, carrying you into the cooler bedroom.

"You're not mad I ruined the sheet?" 

Settling in a chair in the corner of the room, Steve situated you in his lap, his hand stroking along your bare thigh the towel didn't cover and his arm wrapped around your back for support. 

"I can just wash it Little One, I don't care there's a bit of blood on it." He said with confusion. His hand heavy as he rubbed along your leg, trying to ease your tension. He tilted his head and let his mouth brush along your neck, breathing in against the curve. You were still tense in his hold, and moving his hand, he gently grasped your chin to tilt towards him. "Why would you think I would be upset?" 

You couldn't look away, when he held you in his hold to face him like this, your instincts were to stay put, give him what he wants. The words bubbled up to answer. "Pierce and the others would punish us if we ruined something like that." You were quiet a moment before adding. "It won't happen again, I swear it." 

Steve's eyes widened as he realized you expected this from him, thought it was normal for partners to be disgusted and upset. 

Oh Little One no… Steve thought and his Wolf snarled in anger at what Pierce had done to make you fear him. 

"Never, ever would you make me angry, it's natural Little One. The sheet is nothing but a thing, and I will replace them every time if it bothers you to see a stain after it's washed." His forehead leaned against yours. 

Your eyes searched his for any sign of anger, but they were crystal clear and bright. There was no displeasure darkening them. You wrinkled your nose and gave a small apologetic smile and he pressed his lips to yours, nipping at them gently. "You wanna get dressed and I will take you off the mountain, into town? You can get supplies you need and we can have a morning out exploring?" When you nodded, he tapped your thigh gently to have you stand and get dressed. 

He wasn't mad!

< Of course not. He cares for you, he isn't going to be bothered by something that happens every month.> 

Steve was getting ready to take his own shower when you leaned against the door frame. It occurred to you how fucking lucky you were to have such a patient Alpha. "It really doesnt bother you?" 

Pausing a moment, he gave a shake of his head. "What kind of Wolf would I be if blood bothered me? Fuck its like a trigger. Knowing your close to heat again." He gave a smirking growl as he stepped in the shower, wriggling his brows at you while closing the curtain. You couldnt help but laugh at his suggestive teasing. 

"You are an animal." 

"Got that right Little One." He shot back while turning on the water. "Always will be." 

[rocketmanmadden]

“oh how I fucking love you”

Requested by @l0ve-0f-my-life

Heyy could u pls do anything Steve Harrington x reader that’s best friends to lovers? Whether it’s fluff or smut idm!! Just need me some more Steve pls lol maybe even accidental declarations of love would be great also x

Warnings- SMUT, like all smut until the end, then it kinda chills out. Dom Steve. Unprotected sex (be safe my dudes), swearing.

A/N- To the person who requested, I hope you like this! I feel like I kinda took a risk because you probably weren’t expecting this at all, but you said you didn’t mind smut so I thought I’d just go for it! In my head this was kinda a good fic idea so I hope you enjoy it:) PS: I still suck ass at titles, sorry loves.

You and Steve were best friends. Best friends who happened to hook up from time to time, and what you mean by ‘time to time’ is like once a week. Of course no one knew besides the two of you, your friends already had their thoughts that you guys liked each other. Telling them you were casually fucking wasn’t going to make it any better. You think quite often about what they say regarding you and Steve liking each other, you would date Steve in a heartbeat, you do like him in that way, but letting him know that could destroy your friendship- and the fact that you get to have sex with him without him knowing you have a hard core crush on him. Tonight is one of those nights, his parents are out of town and he has the house to himself, meaning you two get to have some fun.

You go to your locker one last time before heading home from school, opening it and finding a note slipped inside

“Can’t wait to get in those pants later, wear something pretty for me. See you at 7 ;) -Steve”

You shake your head at the note, trying not to laugh that he actually drew out the smirk face. “He’s extra horny today” you think to yourself before putting in your bag and walking out to your car, which you park next to Steve’s everyday.

“Get my note Y/L/N?” He smiles at you, leaning against his car waiting for you

“Oh I got it alright Harrington” you laugh

“Why don’t we skip the whole you coming over at 7 part? My parents are gone already, we can start earlier” he suggests

“Keep your dick in your pants Steve, you can wait until 7”

“I can’t” he whines “I’m sex deprived and you’ve been teasing me in that skirt all day”

“Fine” you sigh. “I’ll be there earlier. Just let me go home and get cleaned up. I still need to change into something pretty for you” you wink at him before getting in your car, waving goodbye and driving to your house.

You go inside and head up straight to your room, taking out a few pretty bra and panty options you can wear. You end up deciding on a red lacy set, knowing it drives Steve crazy. You put it on under your shirt and skirt that you were apparently ‘teasing Steve with’, along with some lipstick before heading back in your car, driving to his house. Before you could even knock on the door, he opens it pulling you in, attaching his lips to yours

“You think it’s funny teasing me in that skirt all day?” He says slapping you ass “You think it’s funny being a little slut a school?”

You’re in for a real treat tonight, you were only in his house for a minute but he’s already showing how dominant he’s being. I guess he really was sex deprived like he said. Then again, he tries to be dominant and ends up getting all soft halfway through. He can never seem to stay in control or be rough with you.

“For your information Steve, I didn’t even think of you when I put this skirt on” you sassily tell him

“Steve? I thought you knew better than that princess”

“Sorry daddy” you roll your eyes. “Are you gonna take me upstairs or fuck me in the doorway?”

He picks you up gripping tightly on your ass and practically runs up the stairs, whipping his door open and laying you down on the bed.

“Did you wear something pretty for me like daddy told you to?” He traces his finger up your thigh

You nod, sitting up to take your shirt off, his eyes fixated on your lacy bra, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts.

“So pretty Y/N, red really is your color, I really think you’d look better if we take it off though” he says reaching behind you and unhooking your bra. He throws it onto the floor and attaches himself to your breasts, sucking one and groping the other.

You lay back and pull him on top of you, lightly moaning, you begin tugging on his hair while he keeps sucking and licking at you

“Tell me what you want angel” he whispers against you

“Anything, your mouth, your fingers, your cock. I just need you. Please” you whine

“Lets do ur all then” He winks, pulling away from your breast and takes his shirt off. He tugs your skirt down, followed by your panties before crawling up the bed in between your legs. “I know it’s only been a week but I missed this. I missed how pretty your pussy is, how wet you get for me” he runs a finger in between your dripping fold causing you to gasp out a moan. “So hot” he says before diving into you with his tongue, hands gripped tightly on your thighs.

“Oh daddy” you moan out knowing how much the name turns him on, causing him to let out a deep groan against you, as he keeps licking and sucking at your clit.

He removes a hand from your thigh and brings it down to your clit, where he removes his tongue and starts rubbing it in circles with his fingers, before running it through your folds and slipping it inside of you causing you to buck your hips and try to grind against his hand for more friction.

He grabs onto you to stop you from grinding against his hand, adding a second finger pumping in and out of you. “My hand is not what your gonna be riding tonight baby girl” he says before he starts licking your clit again, still finger fucking you

“Oh Steve fuck, I’m getting close, so close. Your tongue is like fucking magic” you pull harshly on his hair

“Cum around my fingers baby” he looks up at you, chin glistening from your wetness and juices, adding a third finger, slamming them into you

You feel yourself starting to clench around him, thighs trembling as your first orgasm came over you hard, cumming around his fingers as he slowly pumps in and out until you come down from your high. He crawls up and lays down next to you in bed, turning over, you can feel his erection pressing into your thigh through his jeans as he pulls you into kiss you, letting you taste yourself from his lips. You palm the bulge in his pants with your hand before looking into his eyes

“I think we need to take care of that” you say to him with innocent eyes. “How can I help daddy?”

“I want you to ride me, no condom, I want to cum in your mouth, understand?”

You nod at him as you start unbuckling his pants, and he inches them off. You run your hand up and down his boxers before pulling them down, letting his erection spring free. You kitten look the top of it before he puts his finger under your chin and tilts your head up

“Not right now, save that for later” he says pulling you on top of him, lining himself up with your entrance. “Ready?”

“Yes daddy please” you says before he slowly starts lowering you down on him, but immediately starts picking up the pace, thrusting up into you quickly a few times before slowing down and letting you lead as you start bouncing up and down on his dick- you were the one who was supposed to be riding him after all.

You lean down to kiss him, running your fingers through his hair and pulling onto it tightly as you keep riding his dick. “Keep going baby, just like that. I’m gonna cum soon princess. God you just make come apart so fast” he says before you attach your lips to his in a rough kiss, moaning into each others mouths.

His hands gripped to your ass tight enough to the point where you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow, occasionally slapping it as he screams out his “oh fucks” or just his deep moans, which you love to hear, guiding you up and down as you keep bouncing on him, circling your hips. You can feel he’s getting close as his cock is twitching inside you, probably doesn’t help him hold on any longer at the fact you are too, which is causing you to clench around him tightly.

“Fuck I want you to cum first baby girl, then I can cum right after” he says in between heavy breathes

“You still want to -ohh- c-cum in my mouth?” You ask on the verge of falling apart

“Y-yeah” he pants, starting to help you by thrusting into hard since your starting to get sloppy

“O-okay. I-I’m gonna cu-“ you get cut off by your orgasm rushing over making you clench tightly around him, with your whole body shaking

“Fuck Y/N fuck you clenched hard, oh my god I’m gonna cum,” he says as you get off of him and start quickly sucking his dick.

“I love you, oh how I fucking love you. I’m not even kidding. I wish we could do this every day. Why aren’t we fucking dating yet, feels so go- he gets cut off with a loud moan leaving his mouth as he thrusts his hips up into your mouth one last time before shooting his seed down your throat.”

Not his cock, but it was his words that made you choke as you swallowed what he shot into your mouth, lifting your head up and looking at him

“What did u just say?” You give him a face of ‘what the fuck’ and confusion

“I said that out fucking loud didn’t I” his eyes widen

“Yeah, and I’d really like for u to repeat that, because I’m trying to figure out if that was an ‘oh my god we’re having sex I love you’ or a ‘wow I want to be with you’ I love you”

“I’m sick of just fucking you. I want to make love to you, I don’t want anyone having sex with you but me. I don’t just go around sleeping with my best friends, I love you, I want to be your boyfriend, I just don’t know what our sleeping arrangements mean to you.”

All you can do is shake your head and laugh

“What’s so funny?” He asks in a serious tone. “Last time I checked me spilling my heart out isn’t funny”

“Steve. I don’t just go around sleeping with my best friends either. I keep going through with our sleeping arrangements because I love you, I always thought it was just sex to you, to me it was something I honestly look forward to and went through with because I felt like this was my only chances of having you in a different way then friendship. I didn’t know you felt the same way I did, I want to be your girlfriend” you giggle

“I should’ve known it, you definitely aren’t the type to sleep with around for fun” he laughs with you

“No, I’m definitely not. You were a big exception.” You smile at him

“So, why don’t we give this whole dating thing a chance? We can get our clothes on and I’ll take you out on a real date. It’s dinner time anyways, it works out perfectly” he suggests

“I’d love that, but one thing” you ask

“Yeah?”

“Can I please shower first? I feel like sex.”

“Only if I can join you” he smirks

“Of course you can, you’re my boyfriend after all” you wink and get up to go shower

“I really like the sound of that” he follows after you

So that’s what you did, for the first time ever in that shower you guys passionately kissed, touched, and held each other. You appreciated all the little things about each other that you never did before when you were just hooking up. After you guys got out and dried off, you went on your first real date, and by the way it went, there will be a lot more of them to come.

[doctorgerth]

Hi hun! I'm not sure if this'll make it in time, but can I plz get a nsfw helmeppo x f reader where they have rlly slow, passionate sex for the first time? If he's 2 hard for u 2 write, may I plz ask for Rob lucci x shy f reader nsfw scenario where they meet; find they have a really strong, mutual attraction right off the bat n end up having hot sex? Tysm 4 reading our requests & taking the time 2 share ur writing with us! Feel free 2 ignore if this is 2 confusing. ^^' (really srry if it is)

Hi there sweetheart! I’ll definitely go with your first request since it’s the one you want the most and I haven’t written for Helmeppo before! ❤️ but plz hold onto your Lucci request for when my box opens again because I would love love love to write that one for you too 👀

Thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy it! 🌸

warnings: cursing, explicit sexual content, very much ns.fw

Going All the Way (Helmeppo)

Word Count: 1692

"Is this okay?"

Helmeppo pulled away from you, a clear blush accentuating his pale features as his lips were plump and bruised from your heated make out session. You looked equally disheveled, a mix of desire and embarrassment riddled along your face as you stared back at him quizzically.

You were visiting his quarters, something totally off limits as Marines, but you were sneaky and you couldn't stand another lonely night without your boyfriend. He was a little hesitant to let you in, but he had missed you just as much. Discreetly touching elbows in the mess hall was no longer enough for the two of you. You two wanted to touch and feel each other, reassurance that what you felt for each other was real. You wanted to make your adoration for one another more concrete, more physical.

This wouldn't be the first time you had gotten intimate with Helmeppo. You two have gotten lost on each other's lips countless of times before, but that's all it ever started and ended with, steamy kissing sessions. You both were inexperienced so the idea of heavy petting, and sex itself, was enough to make you tremble from sheer nervousness. But you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it from time to time.

Your eyes trailed from his concerned eyes to his lips. You were hungry for them, eager to have them on yours again. Yes, this was okay. This was more than okay. You two had been dating for quite some time, and after months of pushing the boundaries, you decided you were ready to fall over the edge with him.

He watched you, growing increasingly impatient for an answer. Helmeppo was nervous as to what was to come, but more nervous about you changing your mind right now. He hadn't said it, but he was ready to go all the way with you if you'd let him. He had never wanted any one more than how badly he wanted you in this moment.

"Yes." Was all you had to say before his lips crashed onto yours again. The heat from his embrace warming your body yet again as he relaxed you back against the pillows. Helmeppo hovered over your body, his arms supporting his weight from either side of your head. You couldn't help but arch into his chest, begging for more contact while he attacked your lips with harsh kisses. He lowered his weight onto you, fully embracing you now, leaving your lips to trail wet kisses along your neckline.

A small moan escaped your mouth into his ear, and this sent a chill throughout his entire body. He continued his ministrations on you while you tangled your fingers in his blonde locks. Your nails scraped at his scalp with each nibble of his, and you couldn't help but to squirm desperately under him. Your writhing caused something hard to poke at your thigh.

The feeling of his dick hardening against you seemed to bring you into reality and made your body flush from embarrassment. Helmeppo tried to pay this no mind as he trailed further down your chest, licking down your cleavage causing you to squeal out.

"Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable, okay?" He pleaded with sincerity, looking up at you from his resting spot between your breasts. The way he looked at your body so hungrily, so lovingly, and the pool you felt forming between your thighs, you knew there was no way you were going to turn back now; no matter how embarrassed you felt. No matter if this was your first time or not.

It was hard to believe that it was Helmeppo's first time as he removed your shirt with ease, exposing your breasts into the open, nipples instantly hardening due to the cool air. He seemed so suave, like he knew exactly what he was doing as he kneaded your mounds, flicking and pinching your nipples until you were writhing underneath him again. Even once his lips, teeth, and tongue explored your chest, he seemed so calm and collected.

Internally, that was not the case for Helmeppo. His mind was dizzying just as much as yours, if not more so. However, the way you moaned his name lightly at his affections on your breasts, he knew he was at least doing something right. He never had a chance to learn anything about pleasing a woman from his dad or from close friends (we all know Coby is just as clueless) so he was praying the information he gained from locker talk would prove fruitful.

Your back arched as he continued to suck on your left nipple while kneading your right breast. His hips instinctively bucked into your groin, begging for friction. You attempted to help by reaching down and palming at his jeans. He moaned against your breast at the contact, pulling from your nipple with a slick pop as he came up to kiss you again, encouraging you to keep touching him. You attempted to unbutton his pants, but from your angle it was proving rather difficult.

Lifting up from you, he awkwardly fumbled out of his jeans, removing his shirt afterwards. Helmeppo was left in nothing but his boxers as he resumed his position above you. Your curious hands trailed down his chest, along his small abs, and down to the fabric of his boxers. It wasn't hard to find his member as it was so hard and ready for your touch. As soon as you gripped it, Helmeppo hissed in delight, "Fuck."

You felt proud of yourself as you continued to grasp and palm him, eliciting some delicious pants and moans from him as he didn't even try to hold them back. Your eager hands slid his boxers down, desperate to feel him for real. His cock was hard, veiny, head soaked with precum already which aided in your jerking of it. Your eagerness got the best of you as you pumped Helmeppo near his limit, his body twitching and shaking from the sheer pleasure you were giving him.

He had to stop you before he lost all control. This foreplay was great, but if he continued any longer he knew he would unload right here and now. You two continued exploring each other's bodies, Helmeppo helping in warming you up for him. His fingers and lips explored your core, stretching you out and getting you wet. Everything was so fast paced and exciting, you two were so eager to bring each other pleasure that you got a little carried away at times, but you were professing your love for one another in the most sensual ways possible.

At long last he found himself prepping at your entrance. His body hovered over yours again, and you waited under him, unsure of just what to expect.

"Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop."

Helmeppo was unsure of what to expect as well, all he knew was that he didn't want to hurt you. He only wanted to make love to you. You nodded, giving him the permission to slide into you. With slow movements, his cock eased inside, stretching you and filling you more and more with every inch. Your mind was hazy, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you adjusted to this strange new sensation of being filled up. He gripped into the sheets, knuckles turning white as you were squeezing him so tightly, suffocating his dick. It was taking everything in him not to unload into you right now.

As soon as he reached the hilt, he stilled in you, allowing you time to adjust. He caressed your face, easing you through any pain you might have been experiencing. With heavy breaths, he awaited your approval to move. It was becoming uncomfortable being so still in you, but your comfort mattered most to him.

"Y-you can move." You whispered, brows furrowed in concentration.

Helmeppo held onto you as he retreated from you completely, your body growing cold from the lack of contact, until he pressed into you again, slowly. He continued this same pace until he was sure you were ready for more.

"You feel so good, (Name)..." he stated with eyes shut blissfully. He bit his lip to stifle the moans that scratched at his throat.

As you gripped into his biceps, you encouraged him to pick up speed. It still wasn't very fast, but it was enough to make your head spin. Feeling him leave and enter you repeatedly was easily making the knot in your abdomen grow tighter and tighter.

"I love you!" You cried out as he continued thrusting into you, driving you crazy with love and desire. Your body was flushed against his, but you needed so much more of him.

"I love you more." He replied through gritted teeth, trying to maintain his composure. He pulled out of you to your dismay, relaxing back onto his heels before pulling you into his lap. You were on top of him now, but as he entered you, he made it clear that he was still in control of the movements. His arms roamed your figure, clawing and grasping at your soft bare skin with adoration.

"You're so beautiful like this." He whispered into your neck. His lips leaving sweet kisses along your heated skin, "I want to love you forever."

The room was full of both your intimate moans and cries of pleasure now as Helmeppo made sweet passionate love to you. He held you up and rocked into you like you were the queen of his world. Seeing him look up at you, the heat of sex littered along his face, pure love and enchantment in his eyes, made you come undone right on top of him. Feeling you squeeze his cock as you released all over it caused him to release as well, coming undone deep within your body. A physical confirmation of his love for you.

As you both fell back into the sheets, bodies sweaty and heaving from the intense session, you couldn't help but look at each other and smile. You were crazy for one another, and as you both caught your breaths, you knew this night was far from over.

[kairoseok-blog]

i wanna touch, baby

Perhaps it was the way the two full cups of alcohol you downed a few minutes ago started to mess with your head, or perhaps it was the way your friends taunted you that pricked your ego to the point where you were mildly annoyed, but you find yourself taking a step towards him, hand finding its way to his nape before you pull him towards you.

When your lips are just about to touch, you sigh, "I'm going to kiss you now, try to at least make this feel good for the both of us."

genre: what do i even tag this as // college!au

word count: 2.8K

pairing: seongwoo x reader

a/n: let me know what you think! it really keeps me motivated :”)

"Come on," Jaehwan whines as you kick your running shoes off to the side, "you know the party will be absolutely terrible without you. Besides, you look good today."

Having the most sociable person on campus as your best friend is both a blessing and a curse. Kim Jaehwan is a human magnet, drawing people in with a charming smile and one of his frustratingly hilarious jokes. His ability to make friends with just about anyone earned him a permanent spot on invites to parties, which is why your time on campus has been anything but peaceful.

It is not as if you hate meeting new people or socialising with others, you just believe that there is a time and place for everything. With an important essay due in two days that you have yet to start working on, tonight is definitely not a night you can waste at a party. No matter how much you love dancing and having fun at parties with your friends, risking your near perfect grade does not seem like a good idea.

You shake your head at Jaehwan, who has his lips pursed and both hands on his hips. When he sees you trying to dart past him, he immediately slides in front of you, an incomprehensible noise leaving his lips.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance and stops you in your tracks, "you have to come, everyone else is going to be there."

A heavy sigh slips past your chapped lips and you cross both arms in front of your chest. Of course every single person in this goddamn school is going to the party. It is, after all, the party of the year. One that resident rich boy Park Jihoon throws at the end of a semester to kick off a number of smaller ones that will follow after. You frown as you think about how it usually ends with a bunch of people knocked out on the front yard of his house and the random pieces of clothing that will be found all over the place the next day.

"You know how important this essay is," you start to explain before two slight buzzes of your phone interrupts you.

[23:46] daehwi: r u coming

[23:47] daehwi: u better be on ur way

Jaehwan leans forward to catch a glimpse of the messages sent and smiles in triumph before saying, "I knew I could count on them to support me on this mission."

Your lips curve into a small smile and you can't help but burst out in laughter at the silly expression on his face as he rambles on about his noble cause. Jaehwan never fails to put a smile on your face.

"Quit with the dramatics, Jaehwan," you laugh before thumbing out a quick response to a very impatient Daehwi, who had sent about twenty different emoticons in just two minutes.

As you watch the speech bubble pop up on your screen, you mentally weigh out both decisions in your head. You can stay at home and finish the essay while everyone has fun without you, or you can head to the party which will only last a few hours given the time it is now and start on work when you get back. A day and an all-nighter should be enough for you to churn out a decent essay... Right?

Jaehwan stares at you expectantly, impatiently bouncing from foot to foot before pumping his fist into the air with a loud cheer when you begrudgingly mumble an 'okay'. He quickly pushes you into the bathroom, pulling out a dress from your closet and tossing it at you.

"You have half an hour to shower and get ready," he taps on the make-believe watch on his wrist, "you better hurry."

It takes you approximately twenty-five minutes to finish up, and you inwardly curse at the short amount of time your sorry excuse for a best friend gave you. With just two minutes left on the clock, you find yourself stumbling towards the door, slipping on your heels that have been at the same spot of your shoe rack for days now. Jaehwan hums in approval before trailing behind you, fingers busy typing out a text to the rest of your friends.

When the both of you finally pull up in front of the dimly lit house, you step out of the car and welcome the loud thumping of the bass and a vaguely familiar melody slipping through the cracks of the house. You squint your eyes in the dark and make out a few shadowed figures stumbling out onto the front yard, most probably drunk as hell.

The overplayed lyrics of what you recognise as an Ed Sheeran song hammers in your ears and you tut at the lack of quality music on the playlist. You make a mental note to have a long talk with the person in charge of the tunes tonight. Swiftly dodging a couple tripping over themselves, you roll your eyes at how they disappear behind the wall of the house. You decide to not imagine what they might be up to in the dark and slip through the front door, stepping into the very same house you've been in a few times now. Over the intelligible chatter and the roaring of the music, your ears register someone yelling your name before arms are thrown around you, catching you off guard.

"You're here!" Daehwi shouts, having to raise his voice so you can hear him over the music.

You break out into a smile and hug him back, giving him light pats on the head before the wind is knocked out of you by two more people rushing to give you a hug of their own. As Daehwi complains about how Jisung is terrible with alcohol, Sungwoon nudges you in the direction of where they sat. He then thrusts a plastic cup into your hands, flashing a toothy grin before chanting, "drink, drink, drink!"

Choosing to let loose for the night, you tip your head back and down the drink in one go. You aren't sure what is in it, but it only leaves a slight burning sensation as it travels down your throat. The one-shot is welcomed with a series of cheers and you raise your glass in acknowledgement before making your way to the kitchen to get a refill.

You find yourself in front of the designated bartender for the night, Park Woojin, who nods in greeting as he pours one of his crazy concoctions into your cup. You never really know what to expect when he mixes anything, considering the fact that he comes up with a new combination every single time.

"On duty tonight?" You ask as he pours himself a drink of his own, moving around the kitchen counter to sit on the stool next to you.

He lets out a hearty laugh, snaggletooth on full display and takes a sip from his cup.

"Worst position to be in on a night like this, but Minhyun owes me a favour and I might get him to take over." Woojin tells you, shooting an exaggerated wink at a girl who passes by.

Giving a friendly pat on the back, you yell a 'good luck' over your shoulder as you make your way back out to the party. You find your friends in the corner of the room, drawing on the face of an unconscious Jisung. Daehwi looks up as you arrive and wiggles his brows, turning back to continue drawing something that you can't quite make out.

Jaehwan moves to the side, nodding at the now empty space next to him and you plop down beside him. You spend a few minutes working on a doodle of your own, choosing to draw the peach emoji on Jisung's left cheek before deciding to let the rest continue having their fun. Glancing around the room, you snort at how the people on the dance floor are barely even dancing. Sweaty bodies grind against each other and you watch as some leave to the rooms upstairs, deciding to relieve themselves of pent up frustration.

"I'm bored," Daehwi proclaims, bringing your focus back to your friends, "can we play a game or something?"

Kicking his legs up onto Jisung, he leans back against the couch and traces circles on its velvet material. You take a sip of your drink and look at the rest of your friends, waiting for someone to come up with something, anything.

Just when you think that maybe you should go get a deck of poker cards, Jaehwan abruptly stands from his seat, a look of mischief on his reddened face. He downs his drink and slams his now empty cup on the table, shouting, "I say we play a game of dare or dare!"

His suggestion is met with a mix of responses, some people calling it a horrible and tacky idea, while some just shrug and flash a thumbs up. Within minutes, a group of seven people are rounded up and seated around the table, an empty beer bottle settled on top of it. You recognise all of them, having seen them in at least one of your classes.

"I'll start!" Jaehwan says, reaching forward to spin the bottle.

It takes awhile before the bottle finally lands on you, and you find yourself awkwardly rocking from side to side as your friends stare at you intently, determined to come up with a dare good enough to top those that have already been said. You didn't think that they would come up with anything that might be too difficult given the fact that half of the people were already drunk beyond belief, but of course, Kim Jaehwan is a force to be reckoned with.

He straightens up and shushes everyone, swatting blindly at the air to have everyone's attention on him. When he is finally satisfied, his lips curve into a sly smile as he states his dare for you, "I dare you to make out with the first person who walks through that door."

"You're losing your touch, Kim Jaehwan," you tease and send him a playful wink, "this is weak."

All he does is shrug his shoulders and laugh, watching as you shift yourself forward to spin the bottle. Honestly, how bad can it get? The worst thing that can happen is having that greasy, slobbery guy from psychology burst through the front door, but he never gets invited to parties anyway so you are pretty much safe. Which is why when the bane of your very existence steps through the door, your eyes widen in disbelief. If you weren't sober before, you sure as hell are now.

Ong Seongwoo walks into the house, two of his friends following behind him as they scan the area for an available spot. He has on a plain, white shirt underneath a midnight black jacket, paired with stone-washed jeans that accentuated his lean body. He has the kind of face that makes people pause in their tracks, an air of confidence surrounding him carried through with dark eyes that intimidate most people, but you absolutely hated him. Alright, maybe hate is too strong of a word to use on someone you barely know, but Ong Seongwoo has tormented you for months now and you don't even know why.

"Honestly, fuck you," you turn to glare at Jaehwan, who is hunched over laughing his heart out, "and fuck this game."

You slump in your seat and let out a groan of frustration. Can you get out of this? Maybe if you offer to buy their lunches for a month, they might choose to be good people and let you off. Thinking of ways to get out of your unfortunate predicament, you slump over the table and repeatedly knock your forehead against it.

Sungwoon snickers and pokes you in the side, "I wouldn't think about backing out, if I were you."

There are many reasons as to why you have developed a strong dislike towards Ong Seongwoo. For one, he seems to pick on you for every little thing even if it doesn't concern him. An example being how he had rebutted every single one of your statements or ideas in literature class just for the sake of pissing you off. Your fists clench at the memory of him carefully folding paper planes with his printed notes, sending them flying to hit you in the back of your head. You have no idea why he finds you a great target for pranks and tactless remarks, given the fact that you try to never give him the response you know he seeks, but his actions are enough to make you want to never meet him unless you absolutely have to.

Daehwi lets out a low whistle as you stand from your position, searching the room for Seongwoo. You finally spot him on the opposite end of the room, back turned towards you as he runs a hand through his hair. Determined to just get the dare over and done with so you can get back to living your life avoiding him, you make your way across the dance floor, squeezing through the gaps in the crowd.

You find yourself tapping on Seongwoo's shoulder, plastering a forced smile on your face. He turns and you watch as his eyes widen in surprise before he quickly downs the alcohol in his cup.

"Well, well," Seongwoo comments, eyes travelling from your eyes to your legs, "what do we have here?"

Perhaps it was the way the two full cups of alcohol you downed a few minutes ago started to mess with your head, or perhaps it was the way your friends taunted you that pricked your ego to the point where you were mildly annoyed, but you find yourself taking a step towards him, hand finding its way to his nape before you pull him towards you.

When your lips are just about to touch, you sigh, "I'm going to kiss you now, try to at least make this feel good for the both of us."

You then press your lips against his in a firm kiss, pushing him against the wall as you try your best to ignore the loud cheers that erupt over the deafening music. There is a slight buzzing in your ear, and you are not sure if it is the alcohol or the adrenaline from doing something like this. Seongwoo freezes for a second and you pull away, tilting your head in question as he stares back at you.

"You sure do look surprised for someone who does this all the damn time, are you not as great as they say you are?" You tease him, tapping a finger against your chin.

The sense of triumph is short lived, however, because you find yourself being pinned against the wall, dark eyes levelled with yours. Seongwoo has a hand gripped firmly around your wrist, a hold strong enough to keep you from fighting back, yet gentle enough to prevent it from hurting. You feel the steady thumping in your chest increase in speed and you startle at the way he makes you feel.

Seongwoo then speaks, tone even and controlled, "I urge you to not start something you can't finish."

You raise a brow at his statement and tilt your head up in defiance, staring directly into his eyes to show him that you are not intimidated. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you pull him towards you with a harsh tug, leaning forward so your mouth is brushing against his ear.

"Try me, Ong." You growl, before pushing him away from you in an attempt to spite him.

It might be a mistake to piss off the very man that can easily end you right then and there, but you are too far gone to care about the consequences of your actions. Seongwoo presses his body against you, and you find his lips on yours again. You stumble at the sudden force that knocks the breath out of your longs, hands gripping the sleeves of his jacket as he snakes an arm around your waist to hold you up.

The exhilarating rush of kissing him, someone you supposedly hate, causes you to feel lightheaded and absolute intoxicated. His tongue runs across your bottom lip and you barely register his hands tracing circles on your hip. Your brain is going off with a warning, telling you that to enjoy it this much means that you lose, but with rational thinking thrown out the window, you suppose that maybe losing once isn't too bad of an idea.

You unconsciously melt into his hold, trailing your fingers down his cheek to the side of his neck. Seongwoo gasps when your fingers brush the sensitive spot on his neck, and you take the opportunity to bite down on his lip. You then move your lips to his jaw, planting a trail of kisses all the way down to his neck. He hisses as you work on leaving a mark on him, and for a second the word 'mine' flashes in your head.

"F-fuck," he curses, and you thank him for distracting you from your thoughts, "stop doing that."

As you work your way back up to his lips, he slides his hand to the back of your thigh and squeezes it, causing a tingling sensation to shoot up your spine. You forget that you are in a room full of people, in which some are staring at the both of you, mouths hanging open in shock.

You smile against his now swollen lips, threading your fingers through his hair before crashing your lips against his again. He tastes like mint with an aftertaste of regret, and you know that continuing this any longer will result in you giving in to that selfish need for pleasure. Which is why the moment you catch sight of Sungwoon a few metres away from you flashing the 'okay' sign, you know it is time to go.

Seongwoo blinks his eyes open when he feels you pull away, frowning when you shrug and say, "thanks for this, you aren't too bad Ong."

To say that he is confused would be an understatement, and as he watches you walk back to where your friends are, he releases a shaky breath, slumping against the wall. Even as his friends come rushing over, drunk out of their minds, and make him down another cup of alcohol, his mind still travels to the way you challenged him with a dangerous glint in your eyes and how good it felt to have your body pressed so tightly against his. Never in his life has he ever felt so frustrated and he hates how you're laughing with your friends as if you did not just fuck him over minutes ago.