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the-travelling-bitch · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ– 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

summary: your boyfriend undoubtedly loves you very much but some positions just get him going unlike any other

pairings: bachira :: nagi :: chigiri :: kaiser :: sae :: rin :: reo x fem! reader; all characters are aged up (my babies are all professional strikers now (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ)

warnings: i’ll put individual warnings on each part to not flood this intro but i’d say there’s a tendency for dom! character (overall pretty tame though), pet names, cursing; please do tell me if i missed anything ♡

a/n: ahhh i had so much fun writing this, i literally put everything else on the back burner for this; thank you again to @softbajis and @mari-on-dragonspine for boosting my ego on this, otherwise it might’ve died in my drafts; if you enjoy this, reblogs or comments would be much appreciated (feedback really gets me going hehe)

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♛ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

tw: creampies, slight hair pulling (f! receiving), manhandling, implied multiple rounds

Bachira is insatiable, to say the least. Chances are his stamina outlasts yours by a longshot. And he’s so absolutely enamoured with you, his favourite position is whichever one he currently has you in. Although there are some you find yourself in more often than others: namely riding him, which almost always turns into him lifting you up by the hips and slamming you back down on him; being nearly folded in half as his hands grab at the flesh of your thighs and Bachira presses you into the mattress with his weight alone; and burying your face into the pillow as he holds you up by the hips, one hand tangling in your hair. Absolutely has bent you over every piece of furniture in your home before, he’s a monster in his own right…

Fingers were dancing up your spine and pressing you down further into the cushions, accompanied by playful laughter that absolutely didn’t match Bachira’s ruthless thrusts which had you gripping onto the armrest of the couch harder. How did you get here again? Your boyfriend came home from practice… and next thing you knew he was rearranging your guts.

“Ah, Meguru… ‘s too deep, I can’t–” you panted, breathless from the effort of trying to keep up with the man behind you. Seriously, shouldn't he be tired after running around all day? Where did he take all that energy from?

“What was that? Sorry, baby, I can’t hear you over the sounds of your wet pussy.” You could practically see his smirk without even having to crane your head around. The hand on your back tangled into your hair, your body bowing as he slightly raised your head, creating a new angle for him to drive his cock into you, his balls smacking against your sensitive folds. “You want me to go deeper, ‘s that it?”

You loved this, you loved this a little too much perhaps. Whenever Bachira bent your body to his liking, almost using you however he pleased, it always left you with your thighs shaking and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. If you ever had to admit it, you might die of shame but with your walls clamping down on his cock and Bachira’s snigger ringing through the room, you had the hunch he already knew.

With his fingers leaving your hair, you fell forwards again but only momentarily before being pulled up entirely by his hand resting on your collarbones to meet his bare chest. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen against your sweat-slicked back, the way they contracted with every thrust upwards. Everytime he pulled you back down to meet him, a firm smack echoed around the room as his strong thighs collided with yours.

“Talk to me, baby, you know I like hearing your pretty voice,” Bachira said, giving a particularly nasty snap and forcing a sharp gasp of his name from you, “especially when you sing my name like that~”

“I’m almost there, Meguru, just hngh–”

“Me too… You can make both of us cum, right? Bet you’d like it if I did this,” your boyfriend huffed, finally showing at least a little bit of strain as he neared his release. The hand on your hip wandered to your core, his index finger pulling up the hood of your clit. When his middle finger put pressure onto the bare tip of the nub, it sent a bolt of electricity racing up your spine, making you straighten in the striker’s hold. Throwing your head back onto his shoulder you let your moans spill freely while digging your fingers into the flesh of his thigh, the other coming to rest over his on your chest. You felt the needy twitch of his cock inside of you as he groaned curses into the skin of your neck. “Shit, you’re making it pretty fucking hard to move when you clench down on me like that.”

Bachira gave a few thrusts before his hips stuttered and he pressed as far into you as he could go as warmth started to flood you and fill you up. The combination of him stuffing you full, his low moans and the practised flicks on your clit sent you straight into your high as well, cunt creaming around him as Bachira moved both hands down to your waist to stop you from trying to run from the overwhelming pleasure.

For a few minutes, your shared panting was all that could be heard as Bachira lazily moved you up and down to ride out both your highs. You were absolutely putty in his arms, more so than before, as he carefully guided your chest to meet the couch again, all the while staying glued to your body. With his weight on top of you and his cum leaking out of you, that was when you realised: he was still hard.

“You always feel so good when you make a mess all over me.” Bachira gently uncurled his and your arms from your tangled bodies, bringing them down on the cushions so he could lay his hands on top of yours and intertwine your fingers.

“Let me give you another one, yeah?~”

♛ 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

tw: cockwarming, creampies, implied exibihitionism/ voyeurism (kinda?), mentions of face-sitting, size kink /difference if you squint hard enough

Nagi is a fan of all things low-effort, not exerting himself when he sees no reason to. So why bother exhausting himself when he’s perfectly capable of making you a mess on top of him? Whether that means having you sit on his face as he eats you out ‘til your thighs are shaking on either side of his head and your hand losing its grip on the headboard or letting you ride him ‘til your legs give out and you breathlessly beg him to take over. That isn’t to say he doesn’t ever take the initiative; you can kiss your ability to walk goodbye whenever that happens though…

You loved watching your boyfriend play games. Not necessarily because of what was happening on the screen but much rather because more often than not you got to sit there for hours on end with Nagi’s thick cock nestled snugly inside of you, clad in nothing but one of his oversized shirts.

Sure, having to hold still when he was rubbing against all your weakest spots so deliciously could be considered a form of torture specifically designed for you but at the same time you felt too full to complain. Instead you merely rolled your head back onto his shoulder, bleary eyes blinking open every now and then when the mindless noises from the game sounded somewhat interesting.

Whatever he was playing didn’t seem to cooperate with him though, curses pushed through gritted teeth giving away to his frustrations. Hearing his deep groan upon having to restart the level again set off a chain event as your walls fluttered around him and you ground yourself down harder in desperate search for some friction. In return, Nagi’s hips thrust up instinctively before tightly clutching your hips to halt your movements. “Not yet, angel. Still need to beat this stupid boss…”

“Sei…” Reaching back to wind your hand into his snowy strands, you lightly raked your fingernails over his scalp and tugged his roots, which earned you a heavenly moan from your boyfriend. “Why don’t you take a break? Maybe you can focus on it better afterwards.”

“Yeah, you gonna help me relax, pretty thing?” Nagi was nosing down the back of your neck, placing open mouthed kisses to your nape as his large palms wandered under your shirt, cupping your boobs and kneading them between his fingers. You merely responded by arching into his touch and rolling your hips down on him again, accompanied by a quiet whine for him to do something, anything. “Fuck, you’re so good to me.”

Guiding your legs to rest over the armrests of his gaming chair, Nagi ran an experimental hand down to your folds, swiping through your arousal and giving your clit a quick swipe of his thumb. The short contact was enough to have you buck into his touch, a whine for more escaping your throat as you shuddered in your boyfriend’s embrace.

“Sei… Please fuck me, I need you so bad, please.”

“Eh, I guess it’s only fair. Been so patient with me, hm?” His big hands were lifting you up by the hips, pulling you off of him almost entirely before sinking you back down, slowly building a steady pace that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head with how deep he was hitting. Nagi brought you to the peak of pleasure so quickly, you weren’t even embarrassed anymore at how eagerly you were clamping down on him.

“Shit, I’m so close, baby, don’t stop,” you panted, breath hot against the side of his neck. One of his hands left your hip only to reappear on your clit, deft fingers drawing firm circles on the little bud, boneless in his grip as he kept bouncing you on his cock. The lewd squelching of your pussy combined with Nagi’s grunts and the slapping of skin against skin had you hurtling toward your high at a dizzying speed. “‘S too much, I can’t–”

“You can and you will, pretty thing,” he huffed as your nails dug into the skin of his wrists. “Almost there, too… Let’s cum together, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?”

Apparently that was all it took for you to come undone, your walls milking him for all he was worth as he held you tightly against himself as you tried to wind out of his arms. Tilting your head up, Nagi connected your lips in a messy kiss, one you tried your best to reciprocate, swallowing down all the moans bleeding out of you. With a few shallow thrusts upwards, his hips stuttered as his balls clenched and warmth flooded you.

For the next couple of minutes, you both just sat there, trying to catch your breath as his cum leaked from your hole despite his cock still stuffing you. Gently massaging your sore spots, Nagi peppered light kisses all over your temple and cheeks as you simply gazed at him in bliss.

The peaceful atmosphere was broken however when the sound of an incoming discord call rang through the room. Looking at the screen you could vaguely make out Reo’s name before the cursor hovered over the ‘accept’ button, Nagi’s dick twitching back to life.

“Wanna play a game, angel?”

♛ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐀

tw: oral (f! receiving), hair pulling (m!receiving), oral (m! receiving) implied

Any position in which you can pull on Chigiri’s cherry red locks is a good position in his eyes. Be that tangling your fingers in the strands at his nape while he gazes down on you oh so sweetly in missionary or reaching your hand back to find something to hold on to and ground yourself as he angles his hips deeper into you with your back pressed to his chest. If he had to pick a favourite, however, it would be how you grasp desperately at his hair to pull him where you need him most when he goes down on you…

His shoulders nudged your legs apart further as Chigiri settled between them, at the same time smoothing his hands up the back of your legs to push them up with him. You could feel the adrenaline pulsing through you, shifting along the mattress as his bright eyes drank in the sight in front of him. He watched intensely as your glistening pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation, slick leaking from your slit.

“Don’t you look delicious, sweetheart?” His soft voice drifted to your ears as the pad of his fingers gathered your arousal. Holding them up for you to see, the webbing between the digits was clearly visible in the dim light as he spread them. “All for me, hmm? Are you this wet just because of me?”

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled, one hand cupping his cheek as Chigiri propped himself up. “It’s only ever because of you.”

His pillowy lips broke into a grin as he feathered kisses from your knee up your inner thigh, guiding your legs to rest over his shoulders and frame his beautiful face in the same motion. “You really do know what a man likes to hear.”

“It’s the truth though, nobody’s ever made me feel this way before. In any aspect of life,” you whispered, searching for his hand on the mattress to intertwine yours with it.

You gladly pushed your torso forward to meet your boyfriend halfway as he pressed his lips to yours. Carding your fingers through the strands behind his ear, you scraped your nails across his scalp, making him moan into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. Tongues tangling together and spit dribbling down your chin, you had to break the contact to catch your breaths, Chigiri’s panting heating up the crook of your neck.

Hungry red eyes bored into yours as he swiped some of your mixed saliva from the corner of your lips. “Please let me show you how much hearing that means to me. You’ll let me make you feel good, right angel?”

Chigiri could feel the vibrations of your hum against his lips as he slowly kissed his way back down your body. His free hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you close to him as he took his previous spot between your legs, breath fanning your sensitive folds.

You gripped his hand harder as he gave the first experimental lick up the length of your pussy, thoroughly riled up from his treatment beforehand. Groaning as you slick coated his flattened tongue, your boyfriend pressed his hips into the mattress, searching for friction to relieve the bulge straining against his sweats.

“Ah shit, you taste so sweet, how’s it always so good?” Chigiri said, voice muffled by your core and sending sparks straight through you. He watched with rapt attention as your back bowed off the bed when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked firmly.

More slick poured from you and coated the lower half of his face as he pried your folds apart with his wet muscle just to hear your beautiful whimpers, which doubled in volume as he sunk his tongue into you. There was no denying how much you desired this, desired him, as you immediately clenched around the intrusion.

But you wanted -needed- more of him. With a dazed sigh of his name, your fingers tangled in his fiery strands and tugged him further into your heat. Mindlessly rutting against the bed at the sting on his scalp, more angelic groans spilled directly into you as Chigiri’s long lashes fluttered shut. The position he currently had you in, allowed his nose to rub against your bundle of nerves with every movement and it had your thighs clasping around the sides of his face, threatening to suffocate him.

The striker didn’t even seem fazed by it, in fact, his actions became more enthusiastic, driven by the goal to bring you to the peak of pleasure. And he knew you were almost there as your hips bucked upwards, trying to grind against him with his hair still secure in your fist.

By the time the coil in your stomach unravelled, there was no way the two of you could physically be any closer, even though you tried your hardest as you pressed your heels into his shoulder blades and curled your toes. Spurred on by the high-pitched whines and whimpers escaping you as your movements stuttered, Chigiri lapped up every single drop of cum you offered, completely drunk on your taste.

Swallowing heavily as your boyfriend gently set your legs down on the mattress again, massaging your calves as he did, you gave him a breathless smile. Sitting on his knees, he cast one last glance at your glossy pussy, glistening with a mixture of your release and his spit. The sight made his dick twitch with need as he licked his lips, which were stained with you.

Crawling back up your body, Chigiri carefully sunk down in order not to crush you under his weight as you wrapped one arm around his neck while the other travelled down the planes of his back.

“Did that feel good?” he asked, cherry eyes searching your own for any sort of discomfort as he trailed his palm up and down your side without any sort of direction. “Could I deliver my message well?”

“You did amazing as always, Hyoma,” you grinned, watching as his eyes widened and his hips jerked forward when your fingers dipped into his sweats and cupped his bulge through his boxers. “You’ll allow me to return the favour, won’t you pretty boy?”

♛ 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋

tw: oral (m! receiving), deep throating, kaiser is a little mean, slight dacryphilia, sir kink (once)

Kaiser is a sadist and frankly… a bit of an asshole. He’ll coo at you when heat spreads through you out of embarrassment and gets off on seeing tears of pleasure, overstimulation or frustration stain your face. Having you completely spread in front of a mirror as he toys with you really gets him going. Not only does he get to see all of you, no, he can also make you watch yourself unravel for him and only him. It’s a sight that can only be matched by you on your knees between his legs, worshipping him like a king…

“You like this, don’t you?” Kaiser was smirking down at you, his tone mocking but he was right. You hated how his taunts made your stomach churn with want and your panties soak with your own arousal. “Oh, forgot you can’t talk with my dick down your throat. Apologies, princess.”

A whimper escaped you as he pulled you off of him, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his glossy tip. Mascara was running down your cheeks and your lipstick was smeared across your lips, stains of the same shade wrapping around his cock, all the way down to the base; you looked so fucked out already and Kaiser was living for it. “Go on now, tell me how much you like this.”

“Yes, Mi-“ a tug at your hair cut you off. When you looked up to meet his eyes, you shivered at the chilly raise of his brow. “Y-Yes Sir, love it. Love it so much.”

“That’s a good girl. Now put your money where your mouth is.” Sliding his hand down to hold your chin between his fingers, he tapped his cock head against your lips, the salty taste of his precum hitting your taste buds. “Come on, open up for me, princess.”

You flicked your eyes from his dick back up to his as you opened your mouth again, tongue lolling out as you took in his form looming over you. His lips curled up at the corners to see you so obedient for him. Sinking into your warmth again, Kaiser huffed out a groan as he held you still, going slow until your lips stretched around the base of his cock. With your nose pressing against his trimmed pubes, tears welling in your eyes as the breaths from your nose fanned against his skin, he held you there for a little, indulging in the clenching of your tight throat around his tip as you tried not to gag.

But that was as far as your boyfriend was willing to test his patience that day. The way your tongue ran against the sensitive vein on the underside of his heavy shaft had his balls tightening as he tried to starve off his release as long as possible. As his hips jerked forward the first time on their own, he took it as his cue to start thrusting.

Your eyes screwed shut and you had to dig your nails into the muscles of his thighs, not caring at all whether his shorts would cover the marks the next day, as his tip hit the back of your throat over and over. Saliva pooled on your tongue, spilled over your lips, dribbled down your chin and onto your chest. The lewd sight had his abs contracting as his cock twitched against your pink muscle.

Pushing his bangs out of his face before bringing his palm from your chin to the back of your head as he leaned back on the hand propping him up on the bed, Kaiser pushed you down on him completely once again as his musky scent invaded your senses. You rubbed your thighs together to relieve some of the tension as you took in the light shining onto the slight sheen of sweat coating his skin, his hair messed up from running his fingers through it, looking downright ethereal.

“Look at me while you swallow everything I give you, princess,” he gritted out as he shallowly ground his pelvis into you until his hips stuttered. With your teary eyes fixed on his again, he let a guttural groan slip from his lips as he tipped his head back and ropes of hot cum shot down your throat. “Don’t waste a single drop, got it?”

Letting you pull off his dick, he closely watched the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed. He scooped up a drop that escaped the corner of your lips with his thumb and pushed it back into your mouth, smirking as you diligently sucked the digit clean.

“As much as I love seeing you on your knees, I think you earned yourself a reward. Come here, pretty,” he said, holding out his hand for you and pulling you up to stand between his legs, sniggering when you lightly stumbled as you stretched your legs again. Pushing your hair out of your face he gave you a sweet peck before turning you around and guiding you down until you sat between his spread thighs with your back to his chest.

As he trailed kisses from the back of your hand all the way to your shoulder blade and hooked your knees over his muscles, you finally understood what Kaiser was playing at when you raised your head and met his half-lidded gaze in the floor-length mirror across from you.

Your cheeks flared with heat as your eyes flitted across your exposed form, the wet spot on your underwear clearly visible to the both of you, as you tried to close your legs in shame only to be stopped by a large palm.

“Why so shy all of a sudden? I just want you to see how gorgeous you look when I make you cum, so keep your pretty eyes on that mirror,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties. “After all, a princess is meant to be shown off, wouldn’t you agree?”

♛ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

tw: mean dom! sae, blindfolds, edging, implied overstimulation, fingering (f! receiving), name calling (slut), slight degradation, mentions of dacryphilia

Sae loves reducing you to a whimpering mess before he even thinks about fucking you deep into the mattress, his cerulean gaze sharp and almost painfully neutral. His favourite way of achieving just that has to be fingering you for what feels like hours. Not only is he stretching you nicely to take all he gives you later on, it also allows him to run that mean mouth of his. Whether he’s edging you mercilessly or making you cum so often you barely remember your own name is a gamble though…

The room was positively spinning, you felt like falling despite being propped up against the pillows on your bed. Sweat slicked up your skin as you dug your fingernails into your palms, certain that half-moons would be visible even the next day.

“Sae, no more, please. I’m sorry,” you sobbed, voice hoarse from pleading with your boyfriend for what felt like hours. With the blindfold covering your eyes you couldn’t see the way Sae’s lips tugged up at the corners as he took in your messy hair and the tear tracks visible even with the black fabric wrapped around your head. Your thighs were coated with your own slick as Sae had brought you to the brink of an orgasm more times than you wanted to count before cruelly ripping it away from you again.

“Are you? I’m not so sure,” his voice was painfully neutral as he circled your puffy folds again, lazily running his fingers over your slit but not with enough pressure to actually satisfy you. Against your better judgement, your hips twitched up to chase his touch which only made him pull away entirely with a tut. “After all, I made it pretty clear you shouldn’t touch yourself while I was still at work and yet, what do I find when I come home? My pretty little girlfriend with her fingers stuffed in her messy cunt.”

The harsh tug at your nipple ripped a groan from you. You felt his hand trace down from the valley between your breasts, over your stomach leaving a featherlight trail of goosebumps in its wake, Sae softly humming as you shuddered. His other hand smoothed up your thigh, the simple action alone tightening the coil in your stomach again, too sensitive from your ruined orgasms. It settled at your hips, rubbing small circles into the bone, an unspoken apology for what was about to happen next.

You threw your head back into the pillows with a strangled moan as he pressed two fingers onto your throbbing clit, hurtling you down the path to another high he’d possibly take away from you again. Your babbling from before started once more, begging him to finally let you cum.

“Aren’t you enjoying your punishment a little too much, you little slut? I mean, look at you,” he chided. With his thumb continuing to press down on your twitching nub, his middle and ring finger met no resistance as he thrust them into your drenched cunt. Sae knew your body like the back of his hand, so he had absolutely no trouble finding the spot that made your knees jerk up against your will. “You want to cum, is that it? Do you think you deserve it?”

“Yes Sae, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Please I won’t do it again, please.” If you could hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears, your whimpers would seem pathetic even to you. But right now, the only thing on your mind was your boyfriend’s fingers rhythmically pushing in and out of your pussy with a wet squelch as you gripped the sheets as if your life depended on it.

“Hmm, I guess you’ve behaved well enough, even kept your hands to yourself,” he mused, his tone still cool but his movements didn’t stop. “Go on and make a mess then before I rethink my decision again.”

A constant string of ‘thank you’s tumbled from your lips as you finally fell over the edge of pleasure, Sae keeping his thrusts steady even as your walls clamped down on him furiously and white hot fire set your whole body ablaze.

As you gradually came down from your high, panting to fill your lungs with much needed air, two fingers slipped under the material covering your eyes and gently pulled it off of you. You blinked your bleary eyes open at the sensation of soft lips pressing against your temple. But your attention was soon drawn to the light tap of his cock head against your clit which had you whimpering, no idea when Sae had undressed.

“What’s wrong? You said you wanted to cum right? I’m just giving my slut what she wants.”

♛ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

tw: size kink, implied multiple rounds, light marking

It has become somewhat of a routine for the two of you to shower together. While it doesn’t always end up in shower sex, Rin comes home pent-up from practice often enough and who are you to deny him (and yourself) the pleasure of sudsy hands roaming your body, feeling you up and kneading at your soft curves before he inevitably presses you into the cool shower tiles? Although, some nights, you find yourself in the shower again only a few hours later to wash away the remnants of the following round(s)...

Steam curled around your body, rising from your skin and fogging the bathroom mirror. But the water was nothing against the heat pooling in your stomach, your soft moans drowned out by the splashing of the drops. To the man behind you, they were still clearly audible though, his chest pressed firmly against your back as his hands roamed every inch of your skin.

Rin held you up with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he ground his hard cock between your ass cheeks with a low grunt. “I missed you today, (Y/n). So much.”

“I missed you too, baby,” you crooned, leaning your full weight into him. The wandering of his hands came to a halt, fingers running over your slit. “Fuck, Rin, I need you, please fill me up.”

“Are you sure, love? Let me prep you at least a little–”

“I can take it,” you cut him off, grinding back against him. “Just– Just go slow.”

“If that’s what you want. Tell me if it hurts, yeah?” Trapping one of your hands against the shower wall, he intertwined his long fingers with yours as well as he could. The arm that previously held you steady now grabbed onto your hips, pulling them back to slightly bend you over. Stuffing his cock between your legs to coat himself in your arousal, his light thrusts through your folds had his cockhead catch your clit with every movement. “Ready?”

You barely managed to squeak out the words before you already felt him prod at your core. Even just the mushroom-headed tip stretched you so well, you parted your lips in a silent scream, head hanging low as you focused on standing upright. Inch by inch, Rin continued to sink into you and you could feel every vein drag against your walls agonisingly slow. When he grazed past your sweet spot, you offered a small sob as you clenched down on him.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re doing so well,” he whispered against your shoulder, peppering conciliatory kisses along your skin, sucking a bruise into the juncture of your neck before moving up towards your jaw. “You’re always so good to me, aren’t you?”

By the time his hips were finally snug against your ass, you swore you could feel him in your lungs. Letting go of your hips, his hand came around to press down on the bulge in your stomach, feeling himself nestled inside of you so deeply. Then, he dipped your head back to connect your lips, the initially sweet kiss growing messier until you started whining into his mouth to finally move.

Rin wasted no time giving you what you wanted, revelling in the way you arched back into him as he slowly dragged out of you, groaning as your pussy didn’t want to let go of him. Building up to a steady pace, it didn’t take long for your legs to wobble slightly. He pulled you tightly against him, using his palm against your boob as leverage for his thrusts.

“Ah~ Rin, ‘s too much, you’re too big.” Your moans bounced off the walls, breathless as you clung to his arm. “Keep going, don’t stop!”

“Saying it’s too much and then whining for more? Can’t make up your mind, huh? Let me decide for you, then,” your boyfriend grunted. Gripping the back of your knee, he folded it up to your chest, spreading you open wide to angle his hips better, deeper, into your cunt. Pinching your nipple between his fingers as he reached around you to play with your clit. “At least your cunt knows what she wants, clamping down on me so damn tightly… you’re close aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, god Rin, yes. Please make me cum!” you nearly yelled. “Only you– Fuck, only you can make me feel this good.”

“That’s right, now show me how good you look cumming on my cock.” His words were searing against your neck as you crumbled underneath him. You quivered in his arms as he shushed you, gently setting your knee back down and running the flat of palms down your sides. When you had stopped grinding back into him in a post-orgasmic haze, Rin pulled out and spun you around.

Hoisting you up with his hands grabbing at the fat of your ass, the striker caged you against the wall as you wrapped your legs around his hips. Cradling the back of your head in his large palm, he took in your fucked out expression with half-lidded eyes before stealing all air from your lungs again in a hungry kiss. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entry which you gladly granted. Tangling your tongues together, it still wasn’t enough to distract you from the way he lined himself up with your cunt again.

“Gorgeous as always,” he mumbled against your lips, cerulean eyes focused solely on you. “You can do that again for me, right? Want you to cum with me this time.”

♛ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

tw: switch! reo, soft dom! reo, lingerie, bondage, face-sitting, fingering (f! receiving), oral (f!receiving), light marking, praise, pet names, mentions of exhibitionism

Reo and you are on equal playing grounds both in and outside the bedroom. Taking turns teasing each other, riling the other up until they can’t take it anymore, that’s what makes being with Reo fun. You never know what to expect when you get intimate with him; will you watch as you order him to get himself off before you even think about touching him or will Reo have your nude form pressed against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse? Perhaps neither of you will take control as you exchange slow caresses, drunk on the taste of each other? As always, Reo does it all and he does it so perfectly…

“Don’t you look gorgeous, baby?” Lithe fingers danced across the red silk binding your thighs together, experimentally hooking his index and middle finger under the material, effectively pulling your exposed core closer to his face.

The plan for this night had been to tease him, the pretty lingerie you had put on especially for that sake lying discarded somewhere between the door and bed. Reo had apparently had a similar incentive this time around, not willing to hand over the reins so readily and the flimsy material you wore only spurred him on as he produced the red bindings from behind his back.

In his defence, you didn’t put up much of a fight as he crowded you against the bed, his large hands running up your spine to unclasp the lacey bra. As he slid the straps off your shoulders, his mouth busied itself by sucking blooming purple marks against your skin while you felt up the muscles underneath his shirt. The second his hands were free, one of them clasped both your wrists behind your back before loosely wrapping the silk around them.

“This okay, bunny?” he whispered against the shell of your ear and, frankly, the speed at which you nodded should have been embarrassing but you were way too curious to find out where this was going. The striker chuckled at your eager response, fastening the glossy red against your skin. “Aren’t you just the cutest? Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while.”

That was how you found yourself with your knees on either side of Reo’s head, quivering from both the effort to keep yourself upright and his tongue flicking continuously against your clit. You could feel the slick leaking out of you, pooling on the lower half of your boyfriend’s face as his fingers diligently worked you up to your orgasm. Curling his digits into you, he was searching for that one spot that always had you seeing stars and when he found it, you rocked your hips forward with a needy whine, trying to grind down on him to the best of your abilities.

With glossy eyes, you watched as Reo’s crinkled in amusement at your desperation, deliberately pressing into your sweet spot over and over to see you fall apart for him. Fire was licking up your spine as you wriggled in his grasp, the hand on your back immediately holding onto your bound wrists when he noticed you were about to topple over. Pulling your arms down, he arched your back to only press you further into him.

He shushed your cries of his name gently, the vibrations of his voice sending sparks directly into your bundle of nerves. “You’re doing so well for me. Now show me how good I make you feel when you cum all over my fingers and tongue, yeah?”

By now, you were reliant on the way he held you up, your own bones seemingly turned to jelly as his mouth wrapped around your clit, gently sucking on it and giving the faintest graze of his teeth against it. The effect was instantaneous as you hiccuped his name, the tight knot in your stomach snapping as you released all over him.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” letting you ride out your orgasm before slowly pulling his fingers from your pussy and licking them clean, his grin was finally visible to you. Smoothing his hands up your trembling thighs, he squished the flesh around the silk, a mischievous glint in his violet eyes.

“Let’s see what else we can use this for, now that I already have you like this.”

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brights-place · 1 month

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Can request a clay and Floyd ,branch ( separately)with a s/o who pushes themselves to much and then gets hurt one day and they decide to force them not to push themselves

Please and thank you

Young Brozone bro's with overworking S/O

Pairing: Brozone X S/O (Seperate)

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, overworking s/o

A/N: Ahhh! this is fun to write and I have been overworking myself too so this was nice to write hope you like! credits to the artist since I ran out of other brozone photos!

Clay

- Okay but Clay seems like the guy that gets so mad when you don’t eat even if it’s only been for a few hours because you’re not taking care of yourself - He entered the room after dealing with Viva and stared at you with confusion - Clay noticed that you were alseep on your bed as a look of worry and slight annoyance for you not taking care of yourself infront of him - Whenever you fall asleep from working too long/being online too long he'll always tuck you into bed and give you a kiss on the forehead.

- He has all your favorite snacks memorized and has them stocked up for you.

- When he thinks you're asleep he will tell you stories about him from his past and you will admit sometimes you could NEVER see him doing those things.

- He would kiss your cheek and tell you how much he was worried as you sigh in relaxation in his arms

Floyd

- He enters the room and looks around - Floyd was tired and yawned wanting nothing more then cuddle you while listening to some music together and talking about eachothers day - The definition of a worry wart once he sees that your head is resting on your desk fast asleep. - Finally chuckles once he realized you were just tired from a long day of running errands and doing hours upon hours of paper work that price had asked of you - Though yes you had gotten most of them done, there was still atleast a bit more to go through but he refused to let you do it considering you had already burnt yourself out

- Doesn’t take no as an answer and makes sure to treat you to your favorite things! Like food, dessert, run a bath for you and cuddle for the rest of the night. - Wants you at your very best and refuses to let you work yourself like that again. Despite laughing at the situation he was actually worried - He kisses your cheeks and peppers your face with love as he tried to convince you to take more breaks

Branch

- Branch is protective and caring, always looking out for your well-being and making sure they're okay

- He knows you have the tendency to overwork themselves and push themselves to the point of exhaustion.

- Branch often tries to convince you to take things slower and to take care of themselves but your stubborn

- Despite his best efforts you occasionally tends to disregard his suggestions and continue to push yourself

- Though yes you had gotten most of them done, there was still atleast a bit more to go through but he refused to let you do it considering you had already burnt yourself out

- Doesn’t take no as an answer and makes sure to treat you to your favorite things - Like food, dessert, run a bath for you and cuddle for the rest of the night. - branch noticed that you were alseep on your bed as a look of worry and slight annoyance for you not taking care of yourself infront of him - Whenever you fall asleep from working too long/being online too long he'll always tuck you into bed and give you a kiss on the forehead.

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pyromegalomaniac · 1 year

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SOO, I may have requested this to another author but I wanna see how others write/interpret it

Can I have a wally x reader BUT the reader is close with Frank and Frank sees the reader like his kid or somethin,. like theyre friends but they have a father-kid dynamic

an extra idea but what if frank finds out abt wally’s feelings for the reader 😭😭

Anon... this is such a good idea. Must!! Write!! Headcannons!! Ahhh!!!! I hope you like what I did with your prompt!! (I also threw in a dash of Frank x Eddie because I absolutely ship it~) Enjoy!!!

(♡˙︶˙♡)

Wally x dad/kid-type relationship w/Frank!reader headcanons🍎🦋

Hanging out in the backyard while Frank teaches you about the different butterflies

He also teaches you how to catch them, but that you should always be nice to them, and to let them go also

He doesn't like you laying down in the grass when you look at the buggies cus you get stains on your clothes

He's always telling you to "tuck your shirt in" and "tie your shoes" and stuff like that

(His kid-er, freind needs to be presentable, after all!)

He doesn't like being interrupted by Eddie the mailman when you two are observing a specimen in the front yard

But you think their interactions are cute

Thinking to yourself "He should really find someone nice to be with..."

Wally likes staring at you while you stare at the buggies

Wally will ask you to go somewhere with him (as platonic friends do, of course) and you'll ask if Frank can come too

Wally will cheerily agree after a moment's hesitation

Frank will see that Wally is obviously trying to get you to go on a date and say something like "actually I need their help with x right now..."

Eventually he'll talk with Wally and see he has good intentions and would treat you well

So he starts to gently nudge you two together

You start to catch feelings for Wally and are in the early dating stages

You'll make sure Frank knows about it before every date you go on

Except for one time where you two snuck into the apple orchard late one night and...

KISSED!!

(Oooooo!! :0!!!)

You're happy with your boyfriend but you wish Frank had someone of his own...

Suggesting you, Wally, Frank and Eddie should go somewhere to hang out (totally not a double date) like to the park

You convinced Frank to go because there might be some nice butterflies flying around

You and Wally having a nice time together, holding hands and giggling at Frank and Eddie getting along

(It seems like everyone had a good time!! Yay!!)

Wally's happy! Frank and Eddie are happy! You're happy! You're happy that they're happy! Everyone is happy!! Yayyy!!!

Sorry if there wasn't really as much x reader stuff as I maybe should've done... I kinda went ham with the Frank stuff... I still think it turned out good! I hope I was able to capture what you were asking for!! Thanks for requesting these headcanons, they were fun to write and I look forward to doing more in the future!! Much love!!!

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

#Pyro does headcanons #Pyro does requests #Pyro writes #welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x reader headcanons #frank frankly

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stormflypirateskin · 1 year

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hiii! i’ve been reading your lasts works and they’re so lovely i wanted to request something (‘: would you mind doing overworked 707 falling asleep on readers’s arms? thank youu ♡

Overworked Saeyoung Falling Asleep On Reader's Arms!

Ahhh, a request!! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you like this! I had fun making it! Tell me if there was something you didn't like and I can rewrite it.^^

I'm still a bit sick currently but I have the energy to start writing again~

You knew that Saeyoung wasn't exactly the type that rests, especially when he is overworking himself.

He had gotten a new job on Jumin's company, mostly the security or other work which some of them he worked at home.

Thankfully he tended to finish his work quite fast so he was always by your side through the rest of the day. But this was the first time he had a big task and was overworking himself in his room!

You tried constantly to get him to take breaks and even bringing him food and water so he doesn't collapse right there and he would only give you a smile and tell you that he would finish soon.

Not really liking that, you wanted to try once again, last time you saw him, he was already looking like he hasn't taken a break in months now. It made you feel sad that he wasn't taking care of himself.

A sigh left your lips as you went inside the room and found him hunched over at his desk. Slowly, you made your way towards him and rested your hand on his shoulder, which made him jump slightly before relaxing as he saw you.

"Ahh, Y/N! What brings my special angel here~?" It was cute how he was attempting to flirt but you could see how tired he was close enough. Even though he was exhausted, he still made your heart skip a beat.

"You. You need to take a break, Saeyoung." You said immediately, your soft eyes were enough to get his heart racing and his face blushing. "I know you have a lot of work but seeing you so overworked worries me." You had grabbed one of his hands as spoke.

He let out a soft exhale as he looked down, quite embarrassed. You were right, if he continued on with how he was currently, he won't be able to get off his chair from exhaustion.

"Please? Even for a while?" Your pleading eyes made his face the same color as his hair. "G-Gahh..!! T-Too cute.. alright alright!! I surrender..!! I can't resist you.. haha.." He let out a shaky laugh as he let himself get dragged out of his chair by you.

The redhead didn't even realize himself how bad his back had gotten, he couldn't help but stretch, eyes widening a bit as he realized how much time had passed. Focusing back on you, he felt warm as you laid down on the bed and gestured to him to lay down as well.

Saeyoung slowly climbed over you before lowering himself and laying fully on top of you, trying his best not to hurt you or anything. Thanks to how soft and warm you were, he was able to relax his muscles some more. Taking off his glasses before his head was exactly over where he hears your heartbeat, making him blush some more.

"You're so waaaaaarmmm.. and cuteeee.. and pretttttyyyyyy.." He smiled as he nuzzled his head on you, smiling wider now that you are so close to him. Just being here with him is enough to make him feel so soft and warm and so comfortable like this.

His muscles were starting to rest and Saeyoung completely melted when you reached out and gently rubbed his shoulders, making him let out a sigh of relief as he literally started to purr like a real cat.

"You are so good at.. this.." He closed his eyes slowly as he let you do your magic. His purring slowing down as you felt his breathing and him staying still. He felt like he was on cloud nine as he rested in your arms. You are the only one who makes him feel so nice, so warm.

It wasn't long before you heard a soft snore coming from him and you melted right there completely. He had fallen asleep! On you! He really deserved the rest after all the work he did and you couldn't be happier than seeing him get the rest he needs.

He also looks so cute while he sleeps. You reached a hand out to stroke his curly hair gently, not wanting to wake him up. It made you grin happily as he nuzzled more into you.

You loved this man so much and you knew that he loved you back, too. It was cute how you made each other feel like this and you two couldn't be happier.

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she-is-juniper · 2 years

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Put It Into Practice — Steve Harrington x Reader (chapter three)

Pairing: Scoops Ahoy era Steve Harrington x f!Reader (she/her/hers pronouns, AFAB)

Rating (by chapter): Explicit (***18+ only. Minors DNI or you will be blocked.)

Summary: “King Steve” Harrington had been the subject of swooning for every girl in their right mind back in high school. But when his sexual dexterity comes into question the summer after graduation, Steve is not about to let his reputation become marred quite so easily. Luckily, Steve is offered the help of his new friend—to give him advice, a few pointers, and maybe a bit of healthy practice…

Word Count (by chapter): 8K

Content: more angst, banter, more Robin in this chapter, making out, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, mutual masturbation, cursing

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is not intended to be taken as truth or fact. I do not claim to own Stranger Things or any other affiliated names or fictional events. Other details, such as names, locations, and events, are also fictionalized.

A/N: Ahhh! The long awaited 3rd chapter of what's becoming one of my absolute favorite series I've ever written! This chapter proved especially difficult for me to write, given the high volume of a n g s t . But I know how much you guys will love it...and it'll pay off ♡ I'm absolutely over the moon at how well-received this series has been!! Thank you immensely to each and everyone of you! It's also worth noting that this fic is an AU of Stranger Things Season 3 in which there's no overarching end-of-the-world/Shadow Monster from the Upside Down/evil Russians plotline. It's just a bunch of normal teens with normal lives set in Summer 1985 in Hawkins, Indiana. Fun fact: I ended up hiding a bunch of song title references in this fic! See how many song titles you can find 😂 And as always, PLEASE comment if you enjoyed this, for the love of god—thank u in advance ♥ Love, Juni

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Steve is avoiding you.

It’s obvious. Aside from the fact that he hasn’t said anything to you in a week, he was also conveniently MIA every time you passed by Scoops Ahoy on your way to and from work.

Granted, you haven’t made any effort to see him in the past week, either. Clearly you’re both avoiding each other.

Whatever, you keep telling yourself. Not like I care. In truth, you do care—a lot. It still stings that Steve would rather pretend like you don’t exist than face you after what had happened in your basement a week ago.

And, well…more had happened since then.

The morning after he had come to your basement and left so abruptly, you had been determined to not let anything change. You had gone to work as usual. You had passed by Scoops Ahoy, as usual. You had said hi to Robin and Steve, as usual.

But what was not as usual was the strange, ravenous way Steve had glared at you as you came up to the counter.

“Hi, Steve,” you’d said, urging him to just act fucking normal.

But he’d just gulped and choked out a strained, “Hi.”

And that was that. You’d thought it was odd—and a part of you had been deeply nervous that he was panicking about (or regretting) what he’d done the night before—but you were already running late to work.

Later that day, your cookie store had received a delivery through the back door. You were coming in and out the dingy, dimly lit back hallways of the mall, dragging in boxes by yourself, when you’d spotted Steve down the hallway, bringing in a delivery to the ice cream shop too. And he’d met your gaze…

“Steve?” you called out, your voice echoing down the hallway.

Steve was just staring at you, looking like one of the twins in the hallway from the Shining. You wanted to laugh and make a joke about it, until he placed one hand on his hip and sighed deeply. His mouth twisted into a sly smile, and he shook his head while reciting your name, his voice inexplicably dejected: “Fuck, Y/N.”

The next thing you knew, he was striding down the hallway to meet your mouth with his.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, full of unspoken words that you couldn’t possibly speak if you tried. He was a dark storm of undisclosed desires, with his body guiding yours to the wall, where he pressed against you, pinning you there. You’d never experienced Steve Harrington like this before.

His hands raked urgently across your body, finally ending up at your face, your neck, the back of your head, tangling in your hair. The smell of him, almost familiar by now, brought back vivid memories of last night that made your head spin. There was no room for coherent thought in your brain as he ravished your mouth with his.

“Steve,” you gasped in between his kisses.

He held your face and kissed you deeply, his tongue meeting yours with a dizzying frenzy, before he broke away at last to speak your name again. “Y/N.”

His hands went from rough to soft, suddenly caressing you now, as if he was trying to memorize the feel of your skin on his fingertips. He smiled at you.

Then, there was a noise from down the long hallway. And just as quickly as the moment began…it was over.

Steve tore away from you, sucking in an inhale. He gave you one final, curt glance, a feeble apology in his eyes, before he slinked off back to the ice cream parlor and left you standing there in the back hallway, trying and failing to catch your breath and collect your thoughts under the dim fluorescents…

That was a week ago. And Steve hasn’t spoken to you once since.

Who the fuck does that?? you find yourself thinking, absolutely baffled at what had happened. He had come to your house and given you head, he had left abruptly after awkwardly rejecting you for offering to give him head, he had beseiged and all but jumped you in the back hallway the next day…and now he was avoiding you. Talk about mixed signals.

After about the fifth or sixth day of avoiding each other, you’d started to panic. And now, seven days later, you were going mental. You still feel, well, humiliated, at the thought that he’d seen you naked and now was essentially a ghost to you. And now, you feel angry, too, in the mix of emotions. Angry at him for being an immature baby by avoiding you. Angry at yourself for letting it all happen in the first place.

It was all because of your stupid idea to proposition him into getting practice going down on a girl. Stupid, stupid, stupid of you for even suggesting it to him in the first place. Because now, because of it, you may have permanently fucked up any chances of staying friends.

But really, though, what had you expected? Did you really think you’d be able to just go back to normal after what he’d seen, after what he’d done?

And now, especially after that sporadic hallway kiss…you can’t get him out of your head. You can’t shake the image of Steve’s warm eyes peering up from beneath you, can’t forget the feeling of his lips and tongue, can’t stop imagining his hands soaking up your body. You can’t stop yourself from hearing his voice replaying in your head over and over again. The intruding memories have been distracting you so badly this week that you’ve been making stupid mistakes at your job.

Like right now.

“I ordered a dozen sugar cookies, not peanut butter,” the woman in line gripes at you as she checks the bag of cookies you just handed to her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, let me fix that.” You take back the bag and prepare another one with the correct order while the woman taps her heel impatiently. It’s the day before the Fourth of July, and it seems like the entirety of Hawkins is at Starcourt, half of them with bad attitudes. The line at The Great Cookie hasn’t let up for three hours now. There’s no way your manager’s going to let you take a break today.

A familiar blue-and-red sailor uniform flashes before your eyes. Your stomach lurches. But you realize it’s just Robin standing in line. She peers at you curiously while she waits her turn to approach the counter.

“Hi, Robin,” you greet her when she finally reaches the front of the line. “Sorry, I can’t do any free cookies this week—”

“Why are you and Steve avoiding each other?” she asks you point blank with a curious smile.

“I—uh—why would you think that?” you stammer.

“Well, I know he’s avoiding you,” Robin says, leaning across the counter. “He’s been darting into the kitchen anytime anyone who even remotely looks like you passes by the shop. And I know you’ve been avoiding him, because you haven’t come by even once this week during your breaks—to which I take great personal offense, by the way—but what I cannot figure out for the life of me is why you two are avoiding each other.”

Robin speaks so quickly, in her typical Robin way, that it takes your brain a few seconds to catch up with what she’s saying. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say simply.

Robin scoffs. “You’re a terrible liar, Y/N, even worse than me.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t been by to see you this week,” you say to deflect from her other musings. “It’s just been so busy.” Frankly, you miss Robin a lot. She’s become a close friend this summer, too, just as much as Steve has. Or had been.

“Yeah, yeah,” Robin says and waves her arm dismissively. “But you have to tell me what happened. And don’t say it was nothing, Y/N,” she adds when you open your mouth to protest, “because I know Steve. I’ve had to spend every waking hour of every day with him, and he’s become even more annoyingly mopey in the past week than ever before. And you’ve gone AWOL. So something had to have happened.”

“Why don’t you just ask Steve?” you say gently. The curiosity of his inner thoughts is absolutely killing you.

“I tried, but he won’t talk to me. It’s been so annoying. You should see him. He’s been acting like a kicked puppy.”

For as bad as you feel to hear that, the other part of you feels vindicated. “Good,” you grumble under your breath.

“Oh god,” Robin says, her tone suddenly serious. “What if he’s upset about something I said? I’ve probably been making fun of him too much for the whole Lisa R. thing. Maybe I should apologize—”

“Robin, no,” you interrupt her. “It’s—it’s not about you.”

She narrows her eyes. “So something did happen between you two.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you lie. “I’m sure it’ll blow over soon.”

“That dingus probably said something dumb, didn’t he.”

“No…” You scratch your head. “We just had a bit of a…disagreement.”

“Well, whatever it is, can you two hurry up and get over it? He’s being insufferable. Plus, it’s weird not having you around during your shift breaks.”

Robin is working hard to make her voice sound casual, but you can tell by the look on her face that it’s more than just curiosity that brought her here to talk to you. She’s concerned about him, you realize. She’s concerned about both of her friends.

“I’m sure it’ll blow over in a few days,” you say reassuringly, even though you aren’t sure yourself.

“Okay, can we change ‘a few days’ to, like, ‘a day’?” she asks and pulls out a folded-up flyer with a drawing of an American flag. The flyer read, Mayor Kline Presents the Roane County Fun Fair. “The Fourth of July Fair is tomorrow. I think it’d be fun if we all three went together.”

You smile slightly. “That sounds like fun,” you say. Realistically, though, you’re not sure if Steve will stop this whole avoiding you thing within the next day. But that’s a him problem. You? You could handle seeing him. You could handle going back to being friends. If there was someone between the two of you who was going to make this weird and awkward, you’re bound and determined to not let it be you.

“Great,” Robin beams. “And then maybe you can tell me what your fight was about.”

“Uh, maybe,” you say, glancing between Robin and the growing line of impatient customers behind her. “I have to go back to work now.”

“Heard,” she says. “I’ll get out of your hair.” But there’s a little glimmer in her eyes.

“What?” you ask.

“One for the road?” she asks innocently, eyeing the cookies in the display window.

You roll your eyes. “My boss is going to kill me if he finds out how many free cookies I’ve been giving away.” But you go ahead and open the window to retrieve one M&M cookie, Robin’s favorite. She grins and claps her hands.

You also grab a chocolate chip and put both cookies in a bag, giving it to her.

“Oh, I get two this time?” she asks.

You shake your head. “The other’s for Steve.” Chocolate chip has always been his favorite. A silent look passes between you and Robin; she nods her head, acknowledging that she’ll make sure he receives it.

Part of you deep down knows that you’ve been avoiding Steve as much as he’s been avoiding you. Part of you knows he might be feeling the same embarrassment you’re feeling. And you’re willing to consider that maybe Steve wants things to go back to normal just as much as you do. You can only hope your chocolate chip cookie of an olive branch is enough for him to realize it, too.

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For as busy as the mall had been the day before the 4th, the Roane County Fair must have attracted the biggest number of Hawkins residents you’d ever seen in one place.

It’s all very bustling and exciting in a way that makes you feel like a kid again. Colorful lights sparkles from every direction, drawing your eyes to countless games and attractions. The sounds of laughter and the smell of fried treats fills the air. You smile to yourself, enjoying the moment as you make your way through the crowds.

Robin’s playing with the marching band at Mayor Kline’s inaugural speech, but she promised to meet you afterward. Steve…well, Steve’s nowhere to be found. Big surprise. You still haven’t spoken to him since that night, and hadn’t seen him since the hallway encounter, but Robin had coordinated with the both of you separately to meet up with her after her marching band commitments were finished.

Sure enough, you follow the sounds of a marching band playing patriotic music. There’s a stage at the back of the fair, decked out with patriotic bunting flags and lights. Mayor Kline is giving some kind of long-winded speech while a small group of Hawkins High Marching Band members stands at parade rest behind him.

You catch Robin’s eyes and smile at her. She rolls her eyes, trumpet in hand, and mouths to you, “Get me out of here.”

You look around the stage and shrug at her. “Come on,” you mouth back, encouraging her to shirk her duties.

Robin doesn’t need much more convincing than that. While Mayor Kline rambles off about how he “spared no expense” with the Fun Fair, Robin slinks off the stage surreptitiously. Another band member thumps her on the shoulder, looking aggrieved that she’s leaving, but Robin just ignores him.

“Ugh, that was so boring,” she groans when she finally meets you where you’re standing at the side of the crowd.

“You know you can quit band, right?” you tell her.

“Yeah, but all my friends are in it.” She tears off her shako and gauntlets. “Let’s get out of here before the others notice I’m gone.”

You follow her, laughing as she struggles with the zipper on her uniform. She leads you to one of the band buses in the parking lot where she throws her uniform and instrument. Once she’s done, the two of you make it back to the fair, laughing with each other about how sleazy Mayor Kline is.

“I heard he only organized this whole fair to make himself look good after the protests last week,” you remark.

“Yeah, my parents hate him. He’s slimy as hell.” Robin smiles and spins around. “But I love a good time.” She looks around, then, and frowns. “Where’s Steve?”

You shrug. “Dunno. Haven’t seen him.”

“You guys still haven’t made up?”

Little did she know it wasn’t going to be that easy. “It’s whatever.”

“He’s probably running late because he’s doing his stupid hair.” Robin stares at a food stall that’s caught her eye. “Wanna get some cotton candy?”

“Duh.”

You and Robin exchange tickets for two massive sticks of cotton candy, enjoying it and giggling about past drama from school while the fireworks start to go off. Even though you and Robin had lost touch since your middle school band class days, it was surprisingly easy to go back to being friends years later. You’ve never met someone with such a propensity for talking, whether it was to rant about a bad customer or to ramble during a movie, but you find it endearing and relatable.

When Steve still doesn’t show up after a few minutes, you and Robin decide to ditch waiting around for him to go on some rides. The line for the Big Top swing ride is relatively short, so you and Robin race for the turnstiles, laughing and jesting with each other. The ride is more than a little rickety, which only serves to amplify your laughter with an added layer of nervousness. But there’s nothing better than the feeling of the cool evening air as it whips through your hair.

You go on a few more rides together—the Gravitron, the Matterhorn, and then the Fun Slide after Robin starts feeling too nauseous from the more intense rides. And then you decide to just walk aimlessly around the fair eating corn dogs, but it’s kind of nice.

A few weeks ago, your friendship became solidified when Robin called you one evening asking for advice. She’d been distressed that she almost revealed a secret to her friends from school; a secret she wasn’t yet ready to tell the world. You’d helped calm her down and reassure her that everything was going to be okay. Since that day, she trusted you like an older sister, and you vowed to keep her secret safe with you.

You trust Robin, too. You know she genuinely cares about you and Steve.

“I think Steve and I may have overstepped a boundary with each other,” you say hesitantly after a lull in the conversation.

“Overstepped a boundary?” she repeats. Then her eyes go wide. “Oh god. Do I wanna know? Did you guys—”

“No,” you say too quickly. “Well, yes. But not really, not all the way, not like—we’re just friends,” you blather.

Robin raises an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re trying to say, but what I do know is that there’s no way in hell that Steve thinks of you as just a friend.”

You gape. “What? What do you mean?”

“Y/N.” She lowers her voice. “I may not be into boys, but I’m not blind. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

You’re at a loss for words. “I… I don’t know, Robin…”

What had Robin seen that you’d missed? You’d never even fully felt seen by Steve until he had agreed to go along with your proposition last week. Before that, though…he’d given little to no indication that he saw you in any other way than as just a friend. Or were you just blinded by your own bias?

You think about the way he’d rejected your advances last week, the way he’d contradicted himself. First it was, I don’t want that with you, and then it was, well I do want that, but I can’t go back to being friends if we did that…? You’d been overanalyzing his words for far too long. You don’t know what to think.

You’ve considered that he just isn’t as into you as you’re into him—entirely possible, since you won’t even admit to yourself how much you like him. But why would he have agreed to get you off…for nothing in return for himself?

Or maybe it was just about getting practice. Maybe all he really did want in return was the experience…a notch in his belt…a verbal reassurance that he didn’t totally suck in bed.

And then the whole hallway encounter just confused you even further. That wasn’t something that just friends did. So many elements to your interactions—the way he looked at you that night, the way he treated you, the way he’d kissed you—all indicated that it was more than just an experience opportunity for him.

And yet, you couldn’t help but wonder… If some other girl instead of you had come up to him with the same proposition, would he have accepted?

Did Steve just really like pussy, or did he like your pussy?

God. What a crude thought.

“He asked me if you were seeing anyone, you know,” Robin says, breaking you away from your racing thoughts.

“What?!”

“Yeah. A couple weeks ago. It was the day that you nailed him on the forehead with ice cream and he kicked you out.”

It’s true; you had been trying to annoy him by catapulting spoonfuls of pistachio ice cream from across the shop. After you’d successfully struck his forehead, he’d griped like a grouchy old man and shooed you out. You and Robin laughed about it for days after the fact.

“He asked if I was seeing anyone?” you repeat.

Robin nods. “I told him you weren’t. But then I told him he had a pretty weird fetish if he found it attractive when women assaulted him with ice cream.”

You had no idea about any of this. You bury your face in your hands and sigh.

“What?” Robin asks.

“I just don’t know what to think anymore.”

“What’s there to think? It doesn’t seem that complicated to me. I mean…do you like Steve?”

“Well, of course.”

“Yeah, but do you like like Steve?”

You don’t know what to say. “He’s become one of my best friends,” you answer instead.

“So what?”

“So… I don’t know. What if you’re wrong?”

Robin finishes the last bite of her corn dog and chucks the stick into a trash can. “He told me something else,” she says.

“What?”

“He told me a while ago that he hasn’t been with anyone since Nancy.”

You gape. Nancy Wheeler? His long-term girlfriend…the Princess of Hawkins High…the Nancy Wheeler who left Steve for Jonathan Byers last October?

“That can’t be right,” you insist. “What about Lisa R.?”

Robin shrugs. “I’m guessing she would have been the next. But we both know how that turned out.” Robin gives you a level look. “And…if you and him…”

“We’re just friends,” you say again, the statement automatic and ingrained.

“I’m just saying, if he did like you, and if you guys did hook up…it might be the first time since Nancy the Priss.” Robin shakes her head and smiles. “Steve tries to pretend like he’s over her, but I don’t think he is. So he tries to act like he’s this big womanizer, but I don’t think he’s been that way for a long time. And I actually do think he really, really likes you.”

You walk silently beside Robin, your mind galloping like a racehorse. You have absolutely no idea what to say, what to think.

A few long minutes pass, and you hadn’t even realized that Robin hasn’t spoken in awhile until you turn to look at her. Which is a long time by Robin’s standards to not say anything, but she’s focused on something else. It’s a group of band kids standing by a drink stand, still in their uniforms, laughing with each other.

“Are we still trying to avoid your band friends?” you ask.

Robin shakes her head. “No…”

“You wanna go join them?”

Robin’s eyes go wide like you had just asked her to start singing on a stage. “No way.”

“Why not?”

“Because…because that’s…that’s…”

You squint your eyes to make out their faces. “Oh. Oh my god. That’s her, isn’t it?”

Vickie, the clarinet player. The one Robin was starting to develop a crush on. And her friends—those are the friends Robin thinks she almost accidentally outed herself to.

“Don’t worry, they probably already completely forgot about what happened,” you reassure her.

Robin shakes her head. “There’s no way they forgot about how I agreed when Vickie made that joke about how our last marching formation on the field last season looked like a pair of boobs from the stands.”

“You didn’t agree, you just nodded, remember? And it was a funny joke. Anyone would have laughed.” You clasp her on the shoulder. “You’re in the clear, dude. No one’s suspecting anything.”

“Yeah, but…what if they are?”

“They’re not. You’re being paranoid.”

Robin breathes out a big sigh. “Okay…Okay.”

“Besides…if Vickie the Clarinet Player’s making jokes about boobs on the marching field, then maybe she’s also—”

“Ah! Enough!” Robin cuts you off, waving a hand frantically. You giggle.

“Okay, sorry, sorry. But still…you should go talk to them,” you encourage.

“But she’s with them.”

“Who?”

“Vickie the Clarinet Player!!”

“Exactly. Don’t you want to get to know her, too?”

Robin muses and says quietly, “Yeah…”

You shove her shoulder. “Then you should go!”

“You won’t come?”

“I’ll catch up with you guys later.” You could use a moment to collect your thoughts. “And…maybe I’ll go try to find Steve. He’s got to be around here somewhere.”

Robin nods and bids you farewell, hesitantly walking over to her friends by the drink stand. You walk around a bit until you find an empty bench to sit and think.

The news about Nancy Wheeler being the last girl Steve has been with... Is that why he hadn’t wanted to do anything more with you on that night last week? Because he wasn’t over Nancy yet?

Was it because he’d rather it be Nancy than you?

Albeit painful, that was easier for you to wrap your head around than the notion that Steve Harrington might actually, genuinely like like you. Besides, what if Robin was wrong? What if he didn’t actually like like you?

It wouldn’t be the first time for you that a boy broke your heart. You handled it just fine the other times. Frankly, even if Steve broke your heart, you’d be okay. You’d get over it.

But what you won’t get over is losing him as a friend.

You weigh your options. You could keep ignoring him until he decides to talk to you again—not ideal, because you already sense growing animosity between the two of you. And because you really miss him. The other option is to make the first move to try to go back to being friends and hope he follows your lead. And just ignore everything that happened in the basement, ignore the hallway encounter, ignore your feelings.

But there’s another option…

You could confront him. You could ask him why he’s been avoiding you. You could go off of what Robin said and just ask him outright if he likes you or not. Get it out of the way. Rip off the band-aid.

Just the thought of doing that makes you nervous. You really hate confrontation…and you’re willing to bet Steve does too. But what if it gave him an opportunity to admit it…to admit that he likes you too? It could be a good thing. It could be a really good thing.

And if he says no…then it’s just friends.

At almost the exact time you decide that’s what you’re going to do, you spot him from across the fairgrounds.

He’s leaning against the steel support structures at the side of the Fun House, glancing around like he’s looking for someone. For a boy wearing the most basic, Steve-like outfit—gray jacket, navy t-shirt, jeans, and his trusty white Nike’s— he looks achingly good. And you’re willing to bet he’d spent way longer than necessary to style his hair so it sat just perfectly at the top of his head, just as Robin had suspected.

He’s here late, as per usual, but he’s probably been looking for you and Robin for a while now. You haven't laid eyes on him in literally a week, and the sight of him set off a series of neurons in your brain. Images of the last time you’d seen him in your basement flash in your mind, but you cast those images away, determined to keep your head straight for the conversation you’re about to have with him.

You get up from the bench and start heading over to him, rehearsing in your brain what to say and how to say it. Steve, I know you’re avoiding me, and I want to know if it’s because you have a crush on me. I like you, and I think you like me, too, but if not, that’s cool, we can just be friends—

Someone else is walking up to him, too.

She gets there before you do. She steps in front of where Steve is leaning against the steel beams. At first, you can’t make out her features, but you can see Steve’s with crystal clarity…the way his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, the way his posture straightens.

The goofy smile. The hand running through his hair.

And then she smiles at him, standing way too close for a stranger as they talk…her black ringlets of hair, her perfectly painted red lips. And suddenly, you know exactly who she is.

Lisa R. steps closer to Steve. She places a dainty hand on his chest and leans in. Steve’s cheeks redden as she whispers something in his ear. He smiles and says something back to her that makes her purse her lips. She reaches up and touches his cheek with her fingers—

You’ve seen enough. But just before you look away…Steve’s eyes meet yours.

You whirl around on your heel and start marching in the opposite direction. You don’t have any particular destination in mind—just as far away from Steve and Lisa R. as possible.

While your legs work in overtime to take you far away, your mind sears with a million different thoughts. The exuberance of the carnival music and bright lights almost feel nauseating now, almost claustrophobic. You can’t believe you were about to say something so stupid to him. You can’t believe how dumb you were to have thought that Steve was here to see you and Robin.

You can’t believe how foolish you were to think that maybe Steve has a crush on you when there’s girls like Lisa R. and Nancy Wheeler.

Maybe Lisa R. showing up was serendipity. Because otherwise, you had been about to make the biggest fool of yourself in front of Steve.

“Y/N!”

His voice carries faintly over the cacophony of carnival games and cheering children. He’s following you. You pretend not to hear him, allowing yourself to become engulfed by a large crowd standing around the fair’s exit. The fair was about to close down for the night, you realize, and everyone is headed home. But it wouldn’t be long before the crowd dispersed to go to their separate cars and Steve would spot you.

You duck behind a hot dog stand. It’s so dumb. The way you’re feeling right now, it’s so stupid. You have no right to feel upset about seeing Steve with Lisa R. after you’d been actively encouraging him all summer to ask her out.

“Y/N!”

Steve’s standing in the crowd, whipping his head around, still looking for you. You take off again in the opposite direction, swimming up the river of people and back toward the attractions. But he spots you, and you know he’s right on your tail.

“Y/N, wait, please just wait,” he calls out. You want to beeline for cover—behind the ferris wheel, in one of the portable toilets, in the woods, whatever—but he grabs your arm and you have no choice but to turn around and face him. His eyes are wide and fixed on yours.

“What?” you ask, deadpan.

“I didn’t know she’d be here,” he says in a rush. You just stare at him and say nothing. “I didn’t know Lisa R. would be here.”

“Well, I bet you’re happy she was.” You try to yank your arm back but he holds it tightly. There was such intense tension in his touch and in the way his eyes held you captive.

“I saw you,” he explained. “Watching us.”

You frown and glance away. “Yeah. Sorry to ruin your special moment.”

“There wasn’t any moment! I—Y/N,” he calls again as you wrench your arm free and storm off.

“You don’t have to lie about it, Steve,” you say as coldly as possible.

“I’m not lying! Can we please just talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“There is. Please.”

You slow down a bit, finally stopping in your tracks. You sigh deeply; you know you’re being childish by running away. So you turn to face him again. When he doesn’t say anything—just stares at you with a dumbfounded expression on his stupid, beautiful face—you spit out, “We’re talking.”

“Will you tell me why you’re upset?”

“I’m not upset.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not. Can I go now?”

He blinks. “I didn’t know Lisa R. was going to come up to me like that,” he says again.

“You already said that.”

“Yeah, but—but I wish she hadn’t,” he explains. “I’d be happy to never see her again, Y/N.”

You give a humorous laugh. “You and I both know that’s a lie,” you retort. “You’ve been trying to get with Lisa R. all summer, so don’t pretend like you weren’t happy to see her.”

“I was trying to get with her, but that was until—” Steve stops himself and snaps his mouth shut. You glare at him, unblinking, waiting for him to finish his thought. But he doesn’t. So you sculpt a mask of aloofness on your features.

“It’s not that deep, Steve. You’re allowed to be with Lisa R. Just don’t sue me for not wanting to be there to watch it happen.”

“I don’t want to be with Lisa R. Not anymore.”

You raise your eyebrows, shrug, and huff a laugh, still playing the part of indifference. “Alright,” you say coolly. “Good for you. Now you can get with literally any other girl you want. Is that it, or can I please go?”

“Stop it, Y/N.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Stop trying to pretend like you’re not upset!” he yells. You flinch a bit; you weren’t expecting him to raise his voice.

“Don’t yell at me,” you spit. “You don’t get to avoid me for a week and then yell at me for no reason.”

“You were avoiding me,” he accuses, his voice still the same volume. “You didn’t come once during your shift breaks this week!”

“Yeah, well, Robin said you hid in the kitchen anytime someone who looked like me came in,” you say indignantly, “So excuse me for not wanting to come by.”

“Screw Robin,” Steve snapped. “You didn’t want to see me.”

“I did want to see you!” you shout back. “Of course I wanted to fucking see you! Will you stop bothering me?”

“Why didn’t you come, then?”

“Because I’m embarrassed, okay?!” You immediately look away from him after admitting it, but you can feel his eyes boring into you.

“You’re embarrassed?” Steve asks gently, all of the sudden. “Why?”

“Because—” You glared at him, your skin hot. Because he's seen me naked? “Because I should have never asked you what I did in the first place.”

“Why not?” Steve presses.

Because you should have known you and Steve wouldn’t be able to go back to being friends after that. Because you should have known that feelings would get in the way. Because you really, really fucking liked him.

But you don’t say any of that.

“Because now you’ve made it all weird,” you accuse him. “You kissed me in the hallway, and you started avoiding me, and you’re yelling at me. So I know you’re embarrassed, too. You just won’t admit it.”

“I am not embarrassed about what happened,” Steve declares.

“Then why were you avoiding me?” you say, enunciating your words dangerously slow.

Steve would be foolish to try to blame you for the same again, and he knows it. He doesn’t say anything. The tension grows and grows until you’re almost choking on it.

At last, he says, just as articulate as you, “Why did you run away when you saw me with Lisa R.?”

“Because she was a bitch to you, and you’re clearly too dumb to turn her down,” you spit.

“If you must know,” he responds with venom in his voice, ”I rejected her. Right as you walked away.”

You want to say, he’s pretty good at rejecting people this week, it seems. But you bite your tongue.

“Why?” you demand.

“Because I don’t want to be with Lisa R,” he repeats. “Why did you run away?”

“Why were you avoiding me after you kissed me?”

It’s a stand-off. Neither of you are willing to put your pistols down. Seconds pass, and all you can do is just stand there in the middle of the fairgrounds and stare at each other. Waiting for the other to give in. But you’re both too stubborn.

In the end, it’s Steve to give in first. But not to answer your question. Instead, he presents an entirely new one.

“You said you should have never asked me to practice with you,” he says, his voice thick. “But why did you ask me?”

You want to keep the stand-off going. You want to retort something snarky back at him again. You want so badly not to give in. But you can’t do it anymore.

He’s not dumb. And you’re done playing guessing games with him. He has to have figured it out by now.

“Why do you think, Steve?” you say despondently, your voice barely audible, even though there’s no one left in the fairgrounds anymore. “Why do you think I ran away when I saw you with Lisa R.?” You find yourself leaning closer, even though every instinct is telling you to turn away. “Why do you think I’ve been avoiding you as much as you’ve been avoiding me?”

It’s all he needs to hear. As if the bubble of building pressure finally bursts with your words, Steve grabs you by your waist and kisses you.

It’s rough. It’s messy. And it takes your breath away.

Steve kisses you exactly like he had in the back hallway a week ago—as if his entire life depends on it. With his hands on your back, his arms completely enveloping you, he holds your body against his so tightly that you couldn’t get away if you tried. But you don’t want to get away, not anymore. All you want is him.

You don’t know where it came from, but suddenly there’s a short metal staircase leading up the back of one of the attractions. Steve’s pulling your body along with his up the stairs, where he then whirls you around and pins you firmly against the wooden door. His mouth never once leaves yours.

A noise from behind Steve causes him to whip his head around. It’s a gaggle of police officers, wielding flashlights and sauntering around the now-empty fairgrounds. They’re looking for any remaining stragglers who haven’t left yet. Steve curses and looks around, locking his eyes on the handle of the door he has you pressed up against. You step away as he jiggles the handle anxiously; it’s stuck a bit, but it eventually gives way and the door opens. Steve ushers you inside and closes the door before the cops catch the two of you.

You look around. It’s the Hall of Mirrors. The neon lights are still on, casting endless colorful arrays off of the mirrors that surround you. But as far as you can tell, there’s not a single soul in the attraction besides you and Steve.

He’s on you again, kissing you fervently, as if he can’t help himself. There’s a million things you want to say, a million things you want him to say…but none as powerful as his kiss. He pushes you again, guiding you away from the emergency exit door and through the hall. You shriek as he pushes you against what looks like it’s a mirror, but it’s actually a pathway. Steve smiles against your lips; the feeling makes you want to rejoice.

“Steve,” you breathe out. Same as you had that day in the hallway. He responds by wrapping his fingers in your hair at the base of your neck and pulling down, gentle but firm. You gasp, and his lips find your neck, and whatever thought you’d been wanting to say scatters like leaves in the wind.

Your body longs for him, and clearly, his body longs for you, too. You can feel how hard he is in his jeans as he presses his body against yours. The feeling—the thought alone—sets you on fire.

“Are you still upset with me?” he murmurs against your neck as he touches the straps of your sundress.

“Yes,” you say.

He makes a noise—disapproval? Determination? You can't tell.

“I can’t avoid you anymore," he says, and he kisses his way back up your neck, your jaw, your chin, your lips. Meanwhile, his hands fall to the hem of your dress, hiking it up as he grabs your ass. A stifled moan emits from your mouth.

And then his fingers trace the lace of your underwear. “I can’t stop thinking about you," he says resolutely.

Is that why he’d stayed away from you? Because every time he saw you, he wanted to do this? You grasp for his shirt, slipping your hands underneath it, feeling the skin on his back.

“You’re a dingus for avoiding me all week.” Your back arches as his fingers brush against your heat through your underwear.

“Hey,” he murmurs, dipping his head to kiss your collarbones. “Only Robin’s allowed to call me that.”

You tangle your fingers in his hair. “Well, Robin’s not here right now.”

“Thank god for that.” He kisses in between your breasts as he holds your mons pubis in his palm. He breathes out hotly and pulls you tighter to him with the arm around your waist. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Me, or my pussy?”

“Both.”

As he begins to rub you through your underwear, your mouth falls open and a hot flash ripples through your body. Steve watches your eyes, your lips, his forehead pressed against yours, as he feels you move against his fingers, your body itching for more.

Steve pushes his torso into you so you’re pressed firmly against one of the mirrors. He hooks his thumbs in the elastic of your underwear and slides them down. And he trails kisses all the way down your body as he crouches before you.

Oh, god, you think as you realize what he’s doing.

Steve hoists one of your thighs up and on his shoulder, ducks under your dress, he plants a kiss right against your pussy.

Oh my god.

A small voice in the back of your mind reminds you that this is probably not a great idea, that you and Steve probably should have a conversation with each other before you do something like this again. But the voice is easily squashed by the blank nothingness that washes over your brain, replacing all logical thought with your more primitive desires.

And fuck, he’s so eager for you.

His tongue moves against your clit just like you’d taught him last week, just like he knows you like it. You can’t see him from beneath your sundress, but you see a thousand variants of your own reflection in all the mirrors, his figure crouched beneath your dress, his arms wrapped around your thighs as he sucks the life out of you.

How the hell did he learn to maneuver you into a pose like this? You moan his name, letting your head fall back against the mirror. You rake your fingers through his hair and he groans against you at the feeling. As his tongue begins to find a familiar rhythm against your clit, a familiar itching ache blooms across your pelvis and torso. You gasp, grinding against him, hoping to god your knee doesn’t buckle.

You want to come on his tongue, but you want him inside you even more.

“Steve,” you say, urgently now. He pulls away and peers up at you. “I need you inside of me.”

“I…” He frowns, clearly unsure of how to make that happen logistically. Impatient, you tug up at his shoulders, urging him to stand up. He does, and you kiss him sensually while you guide his hands back to your heat again.

“Please,” you whisper, pressing his fingers against your bare skin where you’re dripping with desire from his mouth. He moans as he slips a finger into you, and you echo his moan when that finger curls up into you.

“Fuck,” he sighs. With his other hand, he cups your face and kisses you again, but you’re far too distracted by his finger inside of you to kiss him back.

Your own hands grasp for anything they can…his biceps, his back, and finally the belt of his jeans. You want to touch him, but you hesitate, remembering how he’d reacted last time you’d tried this. But this time, as your hand halts, he presses closer to you, pushing his hips into your touch. You pull your head back to look in his eyes as you dip your hand lower to feel his erection through his jeans. His eyes grow darker with desire, and he doesn’t stop you.

So you manage to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip him. His mouth falls open and his finger inside you stops moving as you feel him through his underwear. He feels exactly how you’d imagined he’d feel, and even better was his unguarded reaction as you squeezed him gently.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, the word long and drawn out this time. Your grip tightens and you can’t help but smirk at his reaction, the way he bucks his hips, the way he inhales sharply.

You reach around and pull the elastic down, just far enough to free his dick so you can touch it without the barrier of fabric.

The atmosphere changes completely as you jerk him off. He fingers you at the same time now with a new vigor, one that leaves you breathless and determined to replicate the same energy. Meanwhile, your breaths become one, his mouth brushing against yours. As you pump him, his member suddenly swells in size in your hands, and you can feel the warm wetness of his precum dribbling from his tip, lubricating your motions.

And his hand…as his finger curls into you, coaxing out your moans as he hits that sweet spot every time, the palm of his hand presses into your clit. A sheen of sweat breaks on your forehead as you realize how determined he is to make you come.

Had this become a competition, too? Was it a game to see who could make the other come first? It wasn’t explicitly said, but with the energy between the two of you, you could feel it.

Frankly, you were losing. His finger—two now—just felt too fucking good.

You match his energy, cupping his balls with your other hand, and he moans against your mouth. There’s nothing graceful left in either of your actions; it’s raw passion, gritty, fast, desperate.

“Steve,” you moan. You can feel wetness running down your inner thighs, inevitably covering his fingers.

“Irresistible,” he says huskily. His fingers speed up, which in this context feels fucking unreal. The neon lights in the mirrors’ reflections start to spin. You’re losing yourself in him. You’ll lose this unspoken game unless you double down. So you adjust your grip and settle into a rigorous rhythm for him, one you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. Sure enough, Steve’s breath shudders.

But as Steve begins to fall apart, so do you.

“Come for me, baby,” he coaxes. You fall over the ledge.

The heat emanating from the friction of his fingers overtakes you at last. The neon lights in the mirrors become kaleidoscopes in your vision. You moan out again and your knees shudder as a massive wave of pleasure racks your body. You lose your grip on his dick, instead grasping desperately at his shirt as your orgasm ripples through you.

Through the haze of it, you realize Steve has taken matters into his own hands—literally, as he jerks himself off to the sight of your climax. Steve’s hips tremor and his breath gets caught in his throat—and then he’s coming, too, all over his hands, just as you’re descending from your high.

Seconds pass, maybe minutes, there’s no sound except you and Steve gasping for air.

"I wasn't sure if you saw me as anything more than just a friend," you finally say in between gasps.

“I'm not the only dingus in the room, then,” he breathes. "Besides...we're still friends."

“Just friends don’t do this.”

“Fair.” Despite the mess you and he had just made, Steve dips down to kiss your lips once more. “Maybe more than just friends.”

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A/N: Ooooof talk about horrible communication huh?? What are we all thinking? Any predictions for how Steve and Reader's relationship will change in the next chapter after this?? We still have a lot of ground to cover!

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#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things s3 #works by juniper

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nixytea · 2 years

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dear bus noona | n.rk

pairing: non-idol! nishimura riki x noona! reader

genre: romance, fluff, letter, bus crush (i know cafe crush is kind of a genre but what about bus seatmates?)

inspired by: my bus rides lol

summary: in which ni-ki writes a letter to the noona who’s on his bus every day :)

wc: 646

warnings: older crush(?), mentions of crying, cat canvas bags, sad books (???i liked it so im not sure if it needs a warning)

dear bus noona:

the first time i met you, you stole took my seat. my favourite seat!!! the window seat. and because you were sleeping, your head blocked my view so i nearly missed my stop >:(( next time sit on the outside okay? but you looked kinda cute when you were asleep…

then i started seeing you on the same bus. every single day. IN THE SAME SEAT. i caught a glimpse of your id while you were putting away your bus pass. that’s how i know you’re a noona. clever, aren’t i? :> but anyway. at least you weren’t asleep the second time. you know noona, you should sleep more, instead of relying on the horrible-smelling coffee you carry around all the time. sometimes you stare at the trees passing by, and i guess it relaxes you because after 5 minutes on the bus you look less tense than when you first get on.

last week, you started carrying a really ugly canvas bag. noona, i love cats too but please stop carrying that bag around the poor kitten’s face is misshapen. the manufacturer of your bag doesn’t do cats justice. seriously, the cat face print looks more like a pig than a cat. return it if you bought it, unless you got it as a gift, which in that case please never bring that out in public again. it’s an eyesore.

the other day, you had a new keychain on your bag zipper, with cha eunwoo’s face on it. does noona find him handsome? are you really a cha eunwoo fangirl? i’m even more good-looking than him what’s your favourite kdrama then? i’ve watched a few of the really popular ones but i don’t really know what else to watch. can noona give me some suggestions? so long as they don’t have cha eunwoo in them.

noona, you looked so funny on the bus last wednesday, crying while reading that english book that i can’t remembering the name of. (was it swing sideways? i don’t know.) i’m sorry for laughing at you. but if i hadn’t laughed you wouldn’t have yelled at me for teasing you! so you should thank me for laughing, ok? don’t be mad at me…i just thought it was cute that you could be so worked up about books. even though i’m not close to noona, just watching you has already told me so much about what you’re like. our chat was really fun, and you’re really fun too.

ahhh, noona, sometimes you’re so cute when i see you. your fashion sense makes me wonder if i’m older or you are. you’re so weird, noona! you’re such an odd person, and i can’t help but want to be friends with you. so dear bus noona, talk to me more ok?

with love,

the kid on the bus who squished your crocheting project by accident ♡

riki sighed, head tilting backwards as he leaned back into his chair. the white light from his desk lamp illuminated his ghostly complexion, and he realised he’d been up far too late for a kid who still had school the next day. twirling his favourite pen absentmindedly, riki reread his letter one more time, before humming in satisfaction when he found no more areas to be corrected. in went the fancy parchment paper, and all that was left on riki’s desk was a lavender-scented manila envelope held in place by a piece of twine. (he’d borrowed konon’s perfume, and he’d make sure sola took that secret to the grave.)

unbeknownst to riki, there was a small smile gracing his lips as he went to bed that night. he needed the sleep, after all tomorrow was going to be a big day. with the flip of a switch, the room was plunged into darkness, but the tiny flame of hope in riki’s heart glowed brighter than anything.

a/n: so…here we are. i just think ni-ki’s adorable. i’m not even older than the beloved maknae so why am i writing about being his noona T-T but anyway! this is my first time writing fluff in a long while so im very rusty but it’s my soft hours so enjoy it while it lasts

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sadisticyouko · 1 year

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Hey lovely! I love your writing!! I kept wondering what it would be like to go to an amusement park with kurama! (is he a rollercoaster person, someone who's vibing, or is he getting dragged lol). I've been going to disney a lot during last semester after school to refuel and I think it's so cute seeing couples going on carousels and the teacup ride together! SORRY IT GOT LENGTHY 😭 THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME YOU'RE DOING GREAT 💖💖💖

☆ NOTE. ahhh thank you for sending in a request ! going to Disney sounds like so much fun, I’m glad you’ve been having a good time ! x3

I made a banner btw because I just cannot resist ! I did this headcanon style too, hope u don’t mind ! ♡

☆ WARNING. none ! mostly just some fun fluff <3

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 to amusement parks, Kurama’s the perfect person to go with ! He’s not afraid of roller coasters, is flexible with setting the pace or following your lead, and he always knows when you’re ready for a break or for something more exciting !

༄ never really cared for amusement parks as a kid. took a while before he warmed up to them. after all, what would a hundred year old fox need with a faux adrenaline stimulant ?

༄ started enjoying them more once he got closer to his mom, and eventually really started enjoying them once he got to know you

༄ his favorite part about going is just watching you. the way your face lights up when you see something new, the way your nose crinkles when a ride looks too scary, the way you squeeze his hand a little tighter when you’re about to suggest another ride or something delicious to eat

༄ if he had to pick a favorite, it’d probably be the ferris wheel. it’s a quiet time alone just for the two of you. you can relax your tired feet and take in a great view of the park. at the very top, Kurama can’t help but place his tender fingers under your chin, pulling your face in closer for a soft and intimate kiss.

༄ if the ride gets stuck, you better brace yourself for an intense makeout session. he doesn’t mind getting you all hot and bothered while it’s just the two of you up in the sky. teasing you is part of the fun anyway, and he doesn’t mind if you have to walk the whole park with a prominent hickey on display.

༄ the amusement park is just another place where Kurama can prove he’s the perfect partner. loves holding your hand as you two make your way through the crowd. will carry your water bottle and any stuffed toys he wins for you at the arcade. if you two stay late enough, he’s definitely pulling his jacket off and adjusting it onto your shoulders, keeping you warm as your eyes fix on the nighttime lights and fireworks, all while he’s mesmerized by your expression

༄ even if the park is super packed, he makes it feel like it’s just the two of you. he’s great at reading your energy level and always makes your needs a priority. he also takes countless pictures of you two together, and you definitely catch him setting it to his phone background !

༄ yeah, he never thought he’d be the kind of the person to enjoy silly games and rides, but he quickly determines that any time or second (no matter how small) he gets to spend with you is time well spent. he’s already trying to plan out the next time you two will get to go, and how far he’ll be able to take his teasing if you let him ♡

☆ NOTE. thanks again for requesting ! I really wanna go to Disney now 😂

#kurama x reader #kurama x you #yyh shuichi minamino #shuichi minamino #kurama #yyh kurama #kurama yyh

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iwaasfairy · 7 months

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fairy fairy fairy!!!! Your first kinktober 2023 fic got me screaming crying throwing up, it is so well-written!!!!!!!! I’m a real sucker for asylum-themed stories during the time when science was full of inhumane sht and women were considered mad when they don’t fit the stereotype, so perhaps it’s best to throw them in a mental institution. That lobotomy procedure was bone-chilling, you really did so well describing the scene and it really did convince me to also search where the rod should be inserted during the surgery (And it really hurts ugh pls tell me she at least passed out a few minutes bc of enduring too much pain SHDJDNND). The fic is so amazing AHHH though pls spare me bc i have some questions and i think it’s my tiny brain’s fault for missing a lot of details in the story >_<

1. reader may or may not have killed her partner bc of getting abused so she was sent to the asylum? Was she given the verdict of being a mad woman instead of going to prison bc someone pulled some strings?

2. Who is iwa really? He is a doctor, that’s for sure, but how did he know reader? Like what is their history?

Have a lovely day, fairy! Happy spooktober/kinktober 💀👻

Thank you so muCH LOVELY ♡♡♡ me too me too thiS WAS SUCH A FUN IDEA N prompt to write because it’s just really ?? dehumanising and sad by nature so I had a lot of fun playing w it

AcKJFJDJR AND Yea she most definitely passed out after, I think it’s impossible to get a metal rod jammed through your skull without having a little nap pFFFFGETRHE I laugh but it’s really not funny, some of the stuff I learned while researching for this fic was actually very upsetting

As for your questions !!! I think that Iwa probably pulled some strings to get her to come down with “insane woman disease” instead of just normal judging of second degree murder. But then again, reader doesn’t remember anything :< did she even commit the crime? was it self defence? or was there maybe another option that the judges didn’t even consider?? who knows, if Iwa says she belongs in the insane ward, she probably does right? Hehehhe

And as for their history, you can have your own backstory or ideas! I left it open for you to interpret. But personally I think Iwa probably does have prior knowledge of the pretty, soon to be newlywed down the street. Maybe his crush has dragged on for a bit longer than he’d like to admit. Maybe he’s got his own house where a sweet little housewife that doesn’t have to worry about nothing at all would fit really really well- and well, isn’t he just so very lucky that you happened to kill your fiance, and that you’re able to be in his care 24/7. Life is full of little coincidences ·◌̊ˈ*(⁰̶̶̷ ˙̮ ⁰̴̷̷๑ॢ॓).°◌̊

#honey mail #ty ty ty for the lovely words aAAHDHFJF #IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED ITTTT #tw.lobotomy #tw.yandere

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ja3hwa · 1 year

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Hiii! I recently started using tumblr and I'm basically very into the whole werewolf ateez dynamic so I have a request for werewolf hard Dom!yeosang and werewolf female!reader as mates.

(Overstimulation, degradation and choking please)

Basically alpha yeosang and Luna reader get into a fight just about before the luna's heat starts and they're both too mad at eachother to even talk but then her heat gets so bad she just has to go to yeosang and asks him but he's too cocky so she just bursts and says,

"I swear to fucking God yeosang if you don't do something I will go to your fucking beta and ask him to fuck me and I'm sure as hell he would be happy to oblige and make me cum."

So yeosang gets angry and drags her to the bedroom and proceeds to absolutely rail her and make her cum so much <3

(Sorry this is long)

Hi!! I'm so so sorry it's taken me so long to get to your request. I kept seeing it and I really wanted to get to it but I had others before yours and ahhh it's just been hectic.

But! I bumped you up since I thought your idea would be a perfect fit for my event I'm currently doing so! I hope you don't mind me putting your request as one of the day prompts but I couldn't help myself.

Also Thank you for your ask! I love the idea so so much. And I had a lot of fun writing it so I hope you enjoy it ♡♡♡♡

Here is your link -> [Click Here]

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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I've been such a fan of your work and I'm so so so excited your requests are open again! And that you write OM, too! I'm honestly torn on what to request because Hitoya is my lawyer husband (I have a commission done of him and my OC Nana) but Beel is my himbo husband.

Well, I'll let you pick. Something fluffy and NSFW would be lovely. After reader/OC had a long day and they pamper her? 💕🙏 I look forward to it and I hope you have fun with the next bunch of drafts!

Hitoya pamper his fem! s/o after a long day

ahhh hiii sweeeeetiiiie!!! thank you very much for your kind words, it warms my soul..! ^^ here, I hope you will enjoy this one work too!

femreader, fluff, fingering (receiving), sex in bath;; 2553 words;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

Ah.. such a hard, long day, indeed. You almost can't feel your own legs as you walk home, loud thrumming in your ears makes your head empty and aching, and all you can't concrete in was a good hot bath and cuddles with your husband, while you two bending each other's ears, complaining about your stupid jobs.

The door of your house crack as you get in, surprised to see lights being on. Can't it be..?

"Welcome home.." - Hitoya, your husband, walks in the corridor to meet you, already in home clothes and a cup of coffee in his arm.

"Good evening.." - A deep sigh breaks from your lips as you take off your jacket and get closer to him with a small chuckle. - "I'm the one who's late today, am I? When was the last time you got home earlier than me? It's so unusual.."

"I don't remember myself." - he chuckled too, cupping your cheek with his hand. Ah, such contrasts between his warm skin and your cold from street one makes shiver run down your neck. - "Have a rough day today?"

That's why you love him. Because, despite his grumpy cold demeanor, Hitoya always was so attentive to your needs, reading you like an open book even when you tried to hide some of your emotions. His gray eyes were serious but gentle, as he looked at your face with understanding in his pale gaze. And you can't help but freeze for a moment, mesmerized by his beauty - his ash brown hair was already uncoiled, framing his pale, tired face with messy locks. These light wrinkles and dark circles just gave him an air of consummate elegance, making your husband even more charming in your eyes. And of course he noticed your fascinated face too.

"Hey, you hear me?" - Hitoya smirks and pinch your cheek, bringing you back from the clouds to earth. - "Come on, it's cold here, let's get in the kitchen, I have something to show you.."

"Ahh, wait, I can't even walk normally, I'm so drained.." - you sigh a little, knowing damn well he would never get annoyed with you and your small tantrums.

But when you change into your comfy home clothes too and walk in the kitchen, you get silent, greeted with a bunch of dishes on the table, still warm and juicy, and the smell was so delicious.. You turn to look at your husband just to see his proud smirk.

"When I got home and didn't find you I thought to order some delivery.. Yet then I thought that I didn't spoil you for a really long time, didn't I?"

"Ah, Hitoya.. How sweet you can be sometimes.." - you mumble with a small smile, quickly sitting at the table, as your mouth is already watering from all these delicious meals.. Oh, he even cooks your favorite food, along with his favorite ham and cheese casserole.

"Stop with this lovey-dovey stuff.." - as usual, he scoffs, acting tough towards any softness, yet smirks after. - "At least leave it all for later, as I have more plans for our evening tonight.."

"Oh? You know how to intrigue.." - you can't help but giggle a little, wondering what exactly your husband hides behind this grin.

"And you don't know how to not fall under my intrigues, aren't you?" - now this smirk got even wider as he sat in front of you. - "So be a good girl and enjoy my treatment today..

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Hitoya knows how to cook, and how to cook well, enjoying his hard work with you. Small talks quickly relax your mind and your body as you listen to his day and then venting about yours. Such a good, peaceful evening together, you adore this side of your husband so much, as he gets softer, not ashamed to tell what annoys him today at work or even makes him sad. And, of course, listening to your problems with such attention and care, giving your small advice or just cursing your stupid boss together with you.

"Mm.. that was wonderful.." - you sigh happily, leaning back on your chair with a pleasant smile. You eat so good yet you don't have this pressure in your stomach that you're full, just perfect.

The same smile plays on Hitoya's lips too as he quickly cleans the table, shushing you when you try to help him. You can't help but chuckle, as it was kinda amusing - the way he showed his love with a mix of light sullenness sometimes.

Well, as he tells you to not worry about dishes, you walk in the living room, slumped into the couch with a small yawn. You don't even know what feels better - the delicious dinner itself or the fact that your dearest husband makes it just for you, probably being no less tired than you are. And now even taking care of all dirty plates too, while you luxuriate among soft pillows.

"Mm? You didn't fall asleep?" - his sudden voice behind your back makes you jump a little and then you giggle:

"How can I? I remember your words about something more.." - you murmur as Hitoya places his hand on your head, messing with your hairstyle.

"Oh yes.. Sit here for a little bit more, okay?" - he leans closer and kisses your forehead, before leaving you again. What kind of surprise did he prepare for you? You didn't know, yet also didn't mind waiting a little, resting in the softness of the couch, kinda understanding why he was surprised you didn't fall asleep - it was hard not to..

It didn't take long as your husband got back with a smile and bent over the back of the couch, tickling your shoulder. Soft giggle bursts from you as you get up, grasping his hand and pulling Hitoya closer into a quick but playful kiss.

"Come on, don't make me wait for too long.." - your whisper tickles his lips and he can't help but chuckle too, admiring this excitement in your eyes and the way you bite your lips, inpatient:

"Of course, darling. Everything is almost ready so let's go.." - he takes your hand and leads you through the corridor to the bathroom, and you don't believe your eyes - is this really your bath?!

In the dark, lit only by small candles, it looks like some magic room from fairytales, and the sweet citrus smell of an oil along with the airy clouds of a bubble bath makes it even better, as you can't look away, shocked.

"What? Was it worth the wait?" - A low whisper tickles your ear as Hitoya gets closer, hugging you from behind. As you turn back to face him, first that you notice was his playful smile, he was clearly amused by your reaction..

"Dear.. When did you manage to do this?" - your voice dropped to a whisper too, your hands run from his shoulders down his arms as you hug him back. You both lean closer to each other, touching noses and looking in eyes.

"Mm.. While cooking, another thought crossed my mind.." - his words tickle your skin, and the light feeling of his lips touching yours drive your mind to another dimension, makes you wonder how far care of your husband will go today. - "I thought that for the last few weeks we didn't get enough time to pay proper attention to each other, don't you think?"

With these words Hitoya just pushes your fantasies even further, as playful lips to lips tickles turn into a more deep and passionate kiss this time. Hands on your waist get more ardent too, reaching blindly down and playing with your shirttail. You both probably could just keep things like that but he suddenly pulled away, only a thread of saliva connected your lips now.

"We don't want to get too carried away, okay? Let's take things nice and slow today, I want to prolong it as much as we can.." - Hitoya whispers and steps back, throwing away his shirt and of course you don't need any requests to repeat after him, also undressing yourself slowly, revealing more of your skin to your husband and enjoying his gaze that didn't leave your body even for a second. As much as your eyes kept roaming around his figure, in this mesmerizing semi darkness muscles of his shoulders and chest looked so smooth and enormously prominent, making you forget about everything around once again.

"I just told you to not get too carried away, baby.." - his low chuckle along with a slap on your ass wakes you up, pulling a little gasp from your chest. Hitoya smirks and gets into the bath first before extending a hand to you.

"Sorry.. It's kinda hard when you look at me like that.." - you bite your lip, meeting his gaze, these always pale gray eyes get so dark now, only small reflections of candle's light sparkle in this depth of lust.

Water was warm enough to make shivers run through your body, but not too hot to melt you right in place and raise your blood pressure to the point your minds get dizzy. There's other things that will bring you to this point..

You leaned back, pressing yourself to the wet and soft chest of your lover with a trembling sigh, relaxing your muscles. Despite all you can think right now was this intimacy between his body and yours, you have to admit the bath itself was also really good - unctuous water on your skin feels so nice, and smell of oil along with faint gleam of candles' light on water surface gets you in some romantical, sensitive mood.

"So my gaze was enough for you?" - the way his whisper tickles the nape of your neck makes another small sigh escape your lips. - "How cute.."

Oh of course, what would Hitoya do without his favorite teases? Even in such a smooth atmosphere he wanted to play with you a little, wanting to know how you would react to something more than gaze, maybe for some touch..? As his hands quickly wrapped around your waist for a few moments, holding you suffocatingly close to him, to the point where your ass pressed against his half hard dick. Your mewl makes the corner of his lips lift even more as Hitoya gets more bold, moving to your thighs and squeezes it under water.

Oh, how amusing it is, to watch you slowly melting under his hands, as he tickles your inner thighs with his fingertip, another arm cupping your breast, twiddling your nipple.. And you can't even return the favor and tease him back, only grasping his knees, whining. All you can do is just rub your hips against his crotch, pulling low groans from your husband.

And he can go like that for a long time, just mocking you with slow drags of his fingers on your labia, with sweet teases in your ears about how quickly you fall for it, fall for his games and teases, get so aroused when he doesn't even do much..

"Hitoya.. stop with your games.." - a whine bursts from your trembling lips as you pinch his leg in anticipation, just to hear another laugh from him:

"How can I? You sound too cute when whining like that.."

"Oh, that's it? You don't want to try to make me sound more.. pleased?" - you chuckle, pressing yourself to him again as you can feel how his dick starts twitching more, rubbing against your back.

"So you give me a challenge now?" - he leaned closer to kiss your temple, before finally moving his hand further, pressing your throbbing clit then caressing your folds.

Closing your eyes, you whine, as the first wave of goosebumps washes over you after the long - awaited touch to your pulsing core. As your husband, he knows by heart all your sensitive spots, and if you decided to goad him like that then now be prepared that he will only abuse these weaknesses, quickly turning you into a squirming moaning mess. Your loud whines and small whimpers under breath lead Hitoya in the right path for your delight, as he changes his pace and angles just to hear more shameful sounds from you.

Tight grasp of your trembling hand on his forearm, shaky hips that keep moving forward his finger with every thrust on your clit, weak voice of yours.. A beautiful masterpiece just for your husband to enjoy. He bit his lips, feeling the aching throb of his dick, as he kept grinding against your spine. His own hand that now slowly sinks inside you, stretching your walls, also starts trembling a little. This nagging urge started burning in his chest more, and Hitoya leaned closer, nibbling on your neck, hiding his groans in your skin.

Your legs spread more on its own when he hit your sweet spot inside, and you can't help but almost scratch his arms with your nails, drowning more and more in pleasure. Tossing back your head, you stop controlling your voice and body, calling your husband's name again and again, so desperate and needy.. Any thoughts fade away as you completely give way to your feelings, almost riding his fingers now, gyrating and bouncing on it.

"Hitoya.. I'm so close.." - your strength was only enough for a few seconds before your words turned into another whine. The pushing knot in your abdomen gets so tight, you can't think about anything else but your burning walls that clench around his hand, sucking his fingers more inside.

Hitoya didn't answer but sped up, thrusting in and out at just the perfect pace, making you lose the last piece of your sanity. His free hand moves to your waist, grasping on it so you would squirm too much when your orgasm hits you. And very on time - just a few moments and you moan loudly, suddenly squeezing your thighs together and locking his arm between it, your walls frozen around his fingers tightly as you came hard, with mind blank and whole body empty as all your feelings concentrate on your womanhood.

You collapse on your husband's chest, panting and whining. His hand didn't leave your body, caressing it more gently now as he helped you calm down, yet you can feel how hard his dick pushing your lower back, and his breath so heavily..

"Mm.. I think you sound pleasant enough right now.." - Hitoya mumbled with a light chuckle before lifting you and turned face to face with him. Now his cock rests against your tummy, hot glans tickling your skin. - "What about let me have some fun too…?"

"Right here?" - you raise your eyebrows with a smirk, hands playfully running on his chest and shoulders as you get lower and touch his hard cock.

"It didn't bothers you few minutes back so what the problem now?" - he murmurs, getting more tense under your touches.

"No, nothing, dear.." - leaning closer, you pull him into a kiss, tickling his lips with your tongue. You feel so refreshed and playful now. - "But it means it's my turn to play with you, no?"

"Oh, and I thought to spoil you a little bit more.." - Hitoya grasps your waist, rubbing his crotch against yours. - "Why don't you just relax and let me take more care of you today, darling..?"

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hitoya amaguni smut #hypnosis mic hitoya #hypmic hitoya #hitoya x reader #hitoya amaguni #hitoya Amaguni x reader

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