#I just think his fingers would feel really good inside my body 🫣

[violethyacinth]

It’s several years later and I am still attracted to John Oliver.

#love u babe #john oliver #hot ones #vi speaks #to get a little tmi… #I just think his fingers would feel really good inside my body 🫣 #they look so good

[auras-moonstone]

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ furious at you (for making me feel this way.) — luke castellan

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 1.2K

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: y/n and luke have to share a room and tensions are released.

ᡣ𐭩 warnings/contents: suggestive. implied sexual activities. tension. enemies with benefits? sub!luke. dom!reader.

ᡣ𐭩 author’s comment: first luke fic omgomgomg. i feel like i’m cheating on ethan/jack 🫣

“luke if your fingers gets near the stereo i’ll bit them off.” y/n grumbled.

“we’ve been listening to your music the entire trip.” luke argued.

“it’s been only 20 minutes, and i’m the one driving, therefore, i’m the one in charge.”

percy, grover and annabeth, who were sitting in the back, were completely unaware of the argument. they knew that the two teenagers would soon start to bicker so they had put their headphones on as soon as they entered the car.

“well, then. let me drive.” luke said.

“oh, yeah? where’s your drivers license?” she arched an eyebrow.

“i don’t need one.” luke shrugged. “if you can do it, so can i.”

“my god, you’re a child.” y/n rolled her eyes. “and yes, you need one, unless your goal is to get arrested. and that’s not on my holiday bingo.”

“i just want to listen to something other than taylor swift.” luke sighed.

“then use these lovely things called headphones. they’re great!”

“i forgot to bring them.”

“that sounds like a you problem.” the girl shrugged. “now shush. i love this song.”

“i hate you.”

ignoring him, she turned the volume up, and the story of us started resonating inside the small car. from the corner of her eye, y/n could see luke tapping his fingers against his thigh as he slowly moved his head to the rhythm of the song.

“not that bad, huh?” y/n smirked.

“it’s okay.” he tried to play it cool, but she could feel him absorbing the lyrics of the song as well as the sound of the instruments in the background.

the rest of the drive to the coast was surprisingly calm, without arguments. though the peace was short-lived because as soon as they arrived to the hotel they were going to stay at, the receptionist informed them there had been an incident with the rooms.

y/n had booked two rooms—one with three beds for the kids and one with two beds for luke and her. but something happened with her and luke’s room so they wouldn’t be able to use it.

“okay, but do you have any other available rooms?” y/n asked the woman.

“the only ones available have one bed.”

“like really really large beds where it would be impossible for us to be close?” luke intervened.

y/n sent him a glare. “sorry about him. he hasn’t matured yet.” she smiled apologetically, and the receptionist looked between them, amused. “we’ll take that room.”

“we won’t charge you, it was the hotel’s problem. i’m very sorry for the inconvenience.”

“it’s fine. thank you very much.” y/n said politely, grabbing the keys. both of them walked back to the kids and explained the situations. “we’ll have to room differently. i’ll be sleeping with beth, and luke will stay with you two.”

“i don’t think so.” annabeth said, taking the keys from y/n before she could react. “take this as an opportunity to bond so you can stop annoying us with your constant bickers. good night!” and then it was just y/n and luke in the lobby, looking dumbfounded.

“okay. whatever i just want to sleep.” y/n said as she started walking to their room, luke following behind.

“i can’t believe we have to sleep on the same bed. this is a nightmare.” luke groaned when they entered the decent-sized room.

“i have no intentions of touching you, so i don’t see the problem” y/n said and then smirked, ready to tease him. “unless you’re worried you might not resist me and end up cuddling me.”

luke scoffed “as if. my body is repulsed by you, its staying far far far away from you as possible.”

“great. so there’s no problem, then. you can stop whining like a baby.”

he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “not whining.”

“you are. you even scrunch your face like a baby does when they’re about to cry.” she demonstrated said expression.

luke’s jaw clenched. “it’s actually my repulsed face. i can’t help it.”

“if it bothers you so much, you are very welcome to sleep on the hall.” she went to her bag and grabbed her pijamas, then she turned around—back facing the boy—and pulled her shirt off.

“what are you doing?!” his voice might’ve hit the octave. “there’s a bathroom to your right, you exhibitionist.”

y/n had to bit her lip not to laugh. there was something so rewarding about teasing luke, she was never able stop herself. “calm down. it’s just my back… oh wait, i forgot you are not familiar with female anatomy, my bad.”

luke rolled his eyes. ever since he let it slip that he was a virgin, the girl has been mocking him about it. it’s not that he didn’t catch the attention of people at camp, because almost everyone drooled over the camp counselor, but he just wasn’t attracted to anyone enough to have sex with them.

well, that was a lie. there was one girl who luke was painfully attracted to. but the gods hated him because he hated her guts almost as much as he wanted to strip her out of her clothes and fuck her like he hated her. and now he had to share a bed with said girl.

“care to show me, then?” luke wanted to tease her back, but as soon as those words left his mouth he cringed.

thankfully y/n just laughed and got under the white sheets. “in your dreams, castellan. now, please get in bed so i can turn the ligh-“ she lost the ability to formulate words when the tall boy stripped off his shirt, showing his toned arms and the lines of his abs.

“what? are you bothered by my male anatomy?” he mocked as he climbed into bed.

bothered? more like flustered, the girl thought. y/n said nothing as she turned the lamp off, the only source of light came from the moonlight. the sheets felt heavy against her heated body, so she shoved them off.

the bed wasn’t big enough. only a few inches separated their bodies and the tension lingered heavily in the air.

luke could make out the shape of her body under the light of the moon, and the sight was enough to drive him insane. “oh, fuck it.”

y/n seemed to have read his mind because her body gravitated towards him and their lips met in one ferocious kiss. in between lip bites, hair pullings and ragged breaths they got rid of their clothes.

“are you sure?” whispered y/n from above him.

luke nodded desperately. “i never wanted something as much as i want you.”

“god, luke. you drive me crazy. do you know how many times i’ve dreamt about this scenario?” y/n confessed making pauses to bite his neck. she was really drunk in lust because that was something she wouldn’t dare say aloud to him under other circumstances. hell, she was probably to regret saying it the following morning.

“probably not as many times as i did.” he squeezed her hips, eager to feel her. she was taking it slow, probably to torture him, and it was both agonising and hot. just like her.

“doubtful.” she kissed his swollen lips.

“please, y/n.” he said in a breathy plead.

“what do you want?” her hands explored his chest.

“anything. just please do something, i’m dying here.”

y/n took mercy on him and gave him what he desperately needed. and luke under her, begging and squirming in pleasure was something y/n never thought she would see. now, it was going to be imprinted on her mind forever. tattooed on her brain until her very last breath.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan fic #percy jackson #pjo series #luke castellan smut #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #luke castellan fanfic

[moonstruckme]

Omg I have another weird request. So I get really bad gas bubbles in my tummy, like to the point of curling up and crying. So what helps is tummy rubs. Can you do a cute thing with doctor remmy since he would know this and like not even care about the burps or toots 🫣🫣 it’s so embarrassing but it happens all the time mostly after I eat and I just want comforting hands of doctor Remus 🥺💕

Thanks for requesting love!

cw: stomach pains, mention of gas bubbles, and implied belching and passing gas

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 618 words

You hear Remus come home, but you can’t make yourself call out a greeting. You’re curled up on the couch, using the butt of your palm to try and push out the pain and gritting your teeth through the largely unrewarding process. You turned on the TV when you first laid down, but you can’t focus on it enough to distract yourself. 

“Dove?” Remus’ voice moves from the kitchen into the living room, his footfalls quiet. Then he’s towering over the back of the couch, concern a line between his brows. It digs in when he sees you. 

“Hi,” you manage. 

“Hi, honey.” His voice stretches with a weighty compassion. He rounds the couch to sit by your feet, hand landing atop your curled legs. “Stomach bothering you again?” 

You hum miserably. This is the worst kind of pain, in your opinion. Not harsh or biting, but buried deep, throbbing and tender like a bruise. 

“C’mere,” Remus says, scooting closer to you and worming his hand in between your stomach and your thighs. 

“Sorry,” you say, voice nearly breaking on a sob. He’s only just gotten home from work, and you’ve already given him a task he didn’t ask for. It’s hardly a sexy thing to come home to.

“Don’t be,” he replies softly, sliding his hand underneath yours on your belly. You slip yours out to let him work. 

Remus’ hands are slightly cold from the chill outside, but they warm quickly, gentle but resolute as he applies a careful pressure to the bubbles inside your stomach. He’s far kinder than you had been, easing the bubbles out rather than punishing them. His slender fingers are deft and skillful. You find yourself relaxing even before the hurt has begun to lessen. 

A belch rises up in your throat before you can warn him. You squeeze your eyes shut in mortification. “Jesus. Sorry.” 

“Quit apologizing,” Remus says, bending over you to kiss the side of your neck lightly. His hand continues to knead at your stomach with a gentle lovingness. “That’s a good thing. Does it feel better?” 

“A little.” You give him a wan smile. You wish you felt well enough to sit up and kiss him back. Your poor boyfriend hasn’t even had time to take off his scrubs; you definitely owe him a cup of tea after this, at the very least. 

“Good.” The word eases off his tongue warm and buttery, and the smile he gives you in return is just as comforting. “I can see you thinking, lovely girl. You’re feeling poorly enough, don’t torment yourself extra.” 

You cringe as another gas bubble escapes you. “You haven’t eaten dinner yet,” you say guiltily. “If I were you, my appetite would be ruined.” 

Remus hums. “Well then I suppose it’s a good thing you’re not me.” He grins, reaching up with his free hand to cup the back of your head. His thumb draws circles into your temple. “My appetite will be fine, dove. I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I was squeamish, hm? Anyway, I couldn’t eat if I knew you were hurting. Helping you helps me.”

You burp again, more of the pain tingling out of you as you finally begin to relax. “I’m writing to the Vatican,” you sigh. “You need to be considered for sainthood.” 

Remus laughs. It’s a rare, hearty sound, loud and deep and chest-tightening. You think that you’re lucky it hadn’t happened before he’d set to work on your stomach; you’re not sure your body would have been able to handle it. 

“I’m not sure I’d qualify,” he admits, considering you with his tongue stuck in his cheek, “but I appreciate the thought, dove.”

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[dreamingofep]

At Ease

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: kinda🤭

Prompt: Today is the day Elvis comes home from the army and you’re waiting for him with open arms. He wants to show you how much he missed you. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, teasing/ tension, SMUTTT, oral sex, fingering, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 5K

A/N: Hello everyone!

I love some army Elvis and he looks way too damn good to not write about him! Like who gave him the fucking right I hate it. This idea came with the help of @loving-elvis when we noticed how beautiful he looked in this interview and what fun could be had on that desk🤭 I purposefully put that bottom left picture on here for good reasons 🫣 Thank you @cryingabtab for the title name🩷

Again this man has me weak, I’ll never get over him so I hope you enjoy this little one shot and let me know what you think!

I also mentioned earlier that I'm also posting my fics on Ao3 so you can read my stuff there too if you want! The link is on my masterlist. Thank you again❤️

Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

March 7th, 1960

Excited nerves rattled your body as you waited for the white gates to open to Graceland. These last two years have felt like a lifetime since the last time you saw Elvis. He left your life in such an abrupt fashion and you couldn’t believe they shipped him off to Germany so quickly. 

You had only been seeing each other for a few months before he was shipped off so it wasn’t a serious relationship by any means. You both did have a really nice connection though. One that was so easy you didn’t need to think about being a certain way with him or do anything that you didn’t feel was right. He just had this presence that calmed you, but also left you on edge with a tingly sensation running down your spine. 

He was just as heartbroken about the news of the draft as you were. His career was taking off and he was doing what he loved. Couldn’t help but feel he was cheated of the opportunity to do more, but he’s coming back home today and you know he’s going to make a big impact with whatever he does next. 

On his last day here in Memphis, you clung to his shoulders, not wanting him to go so soon. You had hope that things could go further with him but the draft might spoil those chances. 

“When I come back, if you don’t already have a man takin’ care of ya, will you be here waiting for me?” His voice cracking with emotion. 

You gazed into his beautiful blue eyes, trying to memorize how they look into yours. 

“Yes honey, I’ll be here,” you whisper. 

He cracks that crooked smile you love so much and kisses you passionately, flames building inside you. His hands squeeze your hips, pulling you in closer to his warm body. You feel your heart gallop in your chest, your body wanting him like never before. But it’s all too late, and the wonder of what could have been will haunt your dreams for the next two years. He pulls away and looks at you breathlessly. 

“If you want, will you be good for me? Stay untouched and everything,” he asks innocently with a glint of mischief in his eyes. 

You nod your head, squeezing his hand assuredly. 

Within these last two years, no guy has caught your eye, not the way Elvis Presley does. Your friends would set you up on dates with some guys but they always fell short compared to Elvis.

His daddy let you know a few days before that Elvis was coming home and he wanted you there if you weren’t busy. You were thrilled Elvis told him about you, giving you a glint of hope that he still has feelings for you. You knew you were playing a dangerous game though. Elvis could have found a new love in Germany and forgot all about you or he might want you again. 

The white gates slowly open and the black Cadillac makes its way up the winding driveway. Everyone that gathered on the steps of Graceland buzzed with excitement to get a glimpse of Elvis after all this time. 

The back door opens and out comes that tall, blue-eyed boy you’ve missed so much. He was wearing all black, his tan chest peeking out from his dress shirt that was unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. A gold medallion hung from his neck and he flashed that million-dollar smile you had seen so many times in newspapers and magazines. His hair perfectly styled and drooping down onto his forehead when he moved. You couldn’t imagine a better looking man.

He gets rushed with hugs and kisses from his family members and you can’t help but feel the excitement grow inside you to get a hug from him next. His eyes dart up to meet yours standing there on the stoop of the entryway and he looks at you in awe. He politely parts from everyone and makes a beeline to you standing there. He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering places on your body longer than he normally would and it makes you blush. Elvis bites his lower lip as he smiles and shakes his head at you, “well goddamn. Aren’t you the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he gushes. He wraps his arms around your torso and picks you up, giving you a big hug. You can’t help but squeal as he squeezes the air out of you. You giggle as you breathe again and instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. He places a soft kiss on your cheek and sets you back on the ground, taking another look at you. 

“Is it possible you got more handsome?” You ask coyly. He grins down at you, not letting go of your waist. There’s an intense heat radiating through him, his eyes boring holes into your entire body.

“No honey I’m still just me. You on the other hand… my God you look so gorgeous. I really missed you,” he smiles. 

You can’t help but reach for his face, caressing it with your thumb, and look into those mesmerizing eyes. 

“I missed you too Elvis,” you say shyly. 

He reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers in yours. He looks back to the crowd forming and pulls you into the house, closing the door hoping no one will notice his absence. 

“Where are we going?” you say in a hushed whisper as he’s pulling you swiftly to the back of the house. 

“Away from everyone. I just want a second with ya before I get bombarded with people,” he says as he opens the back door and rushes into the back office outside. He closes the door and the stillness of the office brings a chill to you. Not only that, but the way Elvis feels around you is something you hadn’t experienced before. He feels so comforting and at the same time, dangerous? You can’t really put a finger on what it is but something has changed about him. And it’s not necessarily a bad thing either, it’s just overwhelming and makes you want to sink to your knees. The confidence that he carried now shined through him like never before. When he left, he was still trying to figure himself out, the fame blinded him and he was still a little shy kid from Tupelo. But now, the confidence he carries is so… attractive. You don’t want to get away from him.

Elvis’ hands find your waist once more and pulls you in to hug you, leaning down his face into the crook of your neck. A chill forms all over his body as his skin touches yours. 

More… your body screams. 

Your brain races a million miles per second and you try to calm yourself down. 

He sighs softly and looks back at you, almost unsure of what to say. 

“I’m so glad you’re here. I wouldn’t want anyone else waiting for me,” he coos, tucking your hair behind your ear, showing your face to him. 

“I wouldn’t have missed it, honey. It’s been too long,” you say, your hand snaking up to his soft hair. 

A new tension forms in the room and your heart pounds because of it. There’s a dangerous glint in his eye the more he looks at you. A look of want? Need? No, lust. Raging, burning, lust when he stares at you. He parts his lips and subtly licks them, his eyes looking like they’re intoxicated. 

“Baby?” He murmurs. 

“Hmm,” you say dreamily. 

“I need to kiss you,” he says as his breathing starts to hitch. 

Your hands grab onto the front of his shirt and pull him in closer. 

“Well what are you waiting for,” you whisper, pulling him into you and reaching up to kiss him. 

His soft lush lips press into yours and you could swear this is what heaven feels like. He breathes in deeply as he goes for another kiss, heat coming off of him in abundance. Your hand wanders over his chest, feeling the soft little hairs that lay there. His lips continue to devour yours, putting his hand on the back of your neck, making a soft airy moan slip from your lips as he deepens the kiss. 

Elvis likes this response from you, letting a moan of his own come out and he pushes his hips into your body. Your heart dances wildly, relishing in this new sensation he’s giving you, feeling his member grow hard with need. You gasp when you feel his bulge and your core begins to throb. 

You look up at him breathless, needing more of him but not too sure what to do next. 

“Oh honey,” he mutters, his hands grappling at your dress, scrunching up the pretty tulle fabric. 

“Elvis… I-I-I want you… you feel good,” you stutter out. 

A cute coy smile appears across his face. 

“You feel even better baby.” He says cutely. 

He walks you back toward the desk, lifting you up and sitting you down on the cold surface. He steps in between your legs, causing you to spread them apart more than you normally would. 

“Baby uh,” he stammers. 

“What honey?” 

“Have you been good? Staying a good little girl for me?” He asks. Heat rushes to your core as you realize what he’s asking of you. 

“Mhmm, yes honey. Been on my best behavior,” you assure. 

A little smirk forms on his face and he grabs a hand full of your dress up, moving it above your knee and stopping there. 

“Can I see? Can I feel how good you’ve been?” He says low, his voice dripping with temptation. 

Wetness pools in your panties and there’s nothing more enticing than having Elvis touch you. You want it so bad it feels like you can’t breathe properly without his skin on yours. 

“Yes, you can touch me,” you squeak out. 

He lifts your dress up higher, exposing your white cotton panties that now had a wet stain on them. He sees the stain and his eyebrows shoot up and he hums to himself in contentment. 

He loops his fingers into the waistband of your panties and you lift up your hips to help him get them off of you. 

You’re left exposed there on the table not sure what the state of your pussy might be looking like but based on the way it feels, it has to look a mess. He crouched down to get a better look at you, spreading open your folds with two of his fingers and seeing the wetness spilling out of you. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Someone’s been a very bad girl,” he tsks. 

Your whole body feels on edge and a bit embarrassed, but you know Elvis wouldn’t make you feel bad about this sort of thing. 

“I’ve only been bad since you drove through those gates,” you stammer. “Just the sight of you has me dying…”

“Oh I see honey… can I feel how bad… how bad this pussy needs attention” 

Your heart thumps wildly and you are so magnetized to him and his gaze. You never want him to stop looking at you like this. 

“Yes, please touch me,” you whimper. 

He leans into kiss you, his tongue entering your mouth and tangling against yours. You pull him in again by his collar and moan. He slowly pulls away, his eyes looking at you ravenously. 

Elvis places his index finger on your lips, rubbing it along your bottom lip. 

“Open your mouth and lick,” he instructs. 

Your breathing hitches and you nod your head, opening your lips apart and letting him push his finger in your mouth. You lick his long finger, swirling it like a lollipop, getting most of it wet with your saliva. You grab onto his wrist and continue the motions as he watches you intensely. A deep guttural growl comes out of him as you look up at him with pleading eyes, watching him come undone with this one small act. 

He slowly pulls his finger out, traveling down to your wet heat. His finger gets in between your slick, wet, folds and he cusses when he feels how soaked you are. He rubs it back and forth a few times, giving you a new shocking feeling and increasing the throbbing sensation that has formed there. His fingertip finds your entrance and he carefully plunges it into your core. You gasp, never having been penetrated before and unaccustomed to anything being inside you. His finger feels so long inside you and your walls hug it taught. Your mind races with the thought of what his dick could feel like inside you. If his fingers were long… surely he had something to hide in his pants. 

Elvis moans when he gets knuckle deep inside you, grabbing onto your thigh and squeezing it with his other hand. 

“Fuck honey, this pussy feels perfect. I want to be inside you so bad,” he moans, his finger curling up and pushing up against this spot inside you that could make you scream. 

“Mmm, oh god yes,” you moan, bucking your hips into his hand. He gives a pleased chuckle as he watches you grind more, figuring out what feels best. 

Suddenly, a group of voices start to get closer to the office and their footsteps become louder. You freeze, your heart sinking to your stomach as you don’t know what to do.

“Shit,” he mutters to himself.

He carefully pulls his finger out and licks all the slick that’s gathered on his finger. He moans when it hits his tongue and his eyes roll back slightly. 

“Mmm, taste so sweet honey. We’re gonna have to wait though, the reporters are coming, I need you to hide,” He says controlled. 

“What? Right now? Crap, where should I go?” You say in a bit of a panic. 

He pulls your dress down as the voices become louder, “get underneath the desk baby. Don’t make a sound,” he says as he leads you to the back of the desk and covers the back of your head so it doesn’t get hit. You crouch down and get in the corner of the desk, bending your knees up to your chest and try to control your breathing. 

The door bursts open and a bunch of men’s voices fill the small office. You hear camera bulbs flash and everyone trying to get Elvis' attention. 

“Elvis right here!”

“Elvis how’s it feel to be home?!” 

“Elvis turn to the left please!”

You hear his father’s voice telling them to calm down and ask questions one at a time. 

Elvis is quiet as they snap a few pictures and then he goes to sit down behind the desk. You see his legs move the chair aside and sits down, spreading his legs open and pulling his slacks up. 

You stare at how he’s sitting like he’s just teasing you in your helpless state. He leans forward on the desk, waiting for the reporters to get organized before they ask their first question. There’s little light coming through but your eyes get drawn to his crotch. There you see the outline of his hard member, pressing against his leg. You have to place your hand over your mouth from the gasp you wanted to make. He was so much longer than you could have ever anticipated and that growing need of having him inside you grew immensely. 

The throbbing grew inside you and you squeeze your legs together, needing some relief. You pray that this interview isn’t an hour long or something because you’re going to be in agony by then. Elvis starts answering questions very nonchalantly, his smooth deep voice bringing a zing to your core. His southern inflection on certain words makes your heart leap out of your chest. How can he be so sexy just doing the bare minimum?

His foot rubs against your leg, rubbing it up and down as he sits back and swivels his chair side to side answering the questions. 

Your hand snakes up his pant leg and you squeeze his calf. His leg tenses when he first feels you but then relaxes. Your fingers rub slow soft circles on his toned leg and he starts to move it. You’re not sure if he’s moving it out of nervousness or out of distraction but you can’t keep your hands off of him. 

The next question has you at attention and you stop rubbing his leg. 

“Elvis, did you find anyone special over there?”

He chuckles amused by the question, “No no I didn’t. I did meet this one girl… but it was no big love affair or anything. They just took some pictures when I was getting on the plane that’s all.”

You let out a sigh of relief, thankful he wasn’t madly in love with someone else overseas. But right now it honestly didn’t really matter, he wanted you and was wanting to make love to you and your body craves him. He scoots the chair in some more, leaning on the desk waiting for more questions. Your hand travels further up and finds his still hard length. The heat radiates off of him and it makes your mouth water. You rub it gently, up and down, feeling his body stiffen when you put more pressure. He clears his throat as he answers the next question and pushes the chair in even further under the table, giving you better access. 

His hips subtly rut into your hand and your need for him grows when he does this. You never thought you could make him feel like this but you have him all in your hand and based on how he’s moving, he’s loving it. 

You feel your wetness seep out of you and run down your leg. You were turned on like never before and needed him to pour all of his attention on you.

More…. Your body continues to scream. 

Your hands move up further until you find the button of his pants and slowly slide down the zipper. 

He puts one of his hands on his thigh and scrunches the material of his slacks in a frustrated manner. 

You make sure not to move too quickly to not give any attention to what’s happening behind the desk. Your hand reaches into his pants and pulls out his hard length. You press your lips together to hold make the moan you want to make as you stare at his cock. 

He was much longer than you thought and part of you is nervous to have all of that inside you, but on the other hand, you are so unbelievably horny for him, wanting him to stuff you to the hilt with it. You feel the tip of him leaking with a clear fluid. Your thumb swirls it, spreading it along his head and his hips jolt forward, making it seem like he was just adjusting in his seat. 

Your hand starts to slowly jerk him, feeling the heat of him in your palm like a hot rod. You feel so dirty for doing this but love that it’s with Elvis and it seems he’s enjoying it. Another really bad idea comes into your mind. One that you’ve only ever heard of from other girlfriends and right now, it seems like a really good idea. You want him in your mouth. 

Your heart continues to gallop, almost sure that everyone can hear it in this room. You decide to go for it, and pull back his foreskin and swirl your tongue on it. The clear fluid tastes salty but your mouth waters for more. You wrap your lips around him and put more of him in your mouth. You hear him take a deep breath in as he answers the last question and try to maintain his calm stature. 

Your wetness continues to pool more and the throbbing becomes almost insatiable. You try to not make any noise with your mouth but it is difficult. You have to take it slow and based on Elvis’ hip motions, he’s liking it. 

The reporters thank Elvis for his time and people start to file out. A few of them hang back trying to get another question in but his daddy escorts them out and informs them the interview is done. 

“Daddy, please let me be alone in here. Don’t let anyone in. I need a moment to myself,” He says calmly as your mouth takes more of him. You hear his audible gasp and clear his throat again. 

“Sure son, no problem,” He assures. 

The click of the door closes and Elvis stays still, making sure no one is going to come in. He moves his hips away from you and you release his length from your mouth. He stands up and swiftly goes to the door, turning the top bolt. You hear his footsteps come around the desk and he pushes the chair away from it. He reaches his hand underneath the desk and finds your arm and pulls you out from underneath. 

He has fire in his eyes and looks so unbelievably intense. Taking the back of his forearm, he wipes the desk off clean. Papers fluttered into the ground and paperweights made a loud thud when they hit the carpet. 

He picks you up underneath your arms and sits you down firmly on the desk. Your eyes wander down to his open slacks and see his length in a better light. You softly moan when you see it, veins protruding from his shaft and the head of it peeking from his foreskin, red and glistening with your spit. 

He places his hand on your chin, making you look up into his eyes. 

“Jesus Christ woman, look what you’ve done to me,” his head shoots down to look at his length. He doesn’t let your head move and you just have to wait for what he wants to do next. 

“That stuff you were doing was very bad… I liked it a bit too much,” he says devilishly. 

“Oh yeah? I wasn’t sure but… I’m glad you did. I really liked it too,” you say timidly. 

His hands squeeze your thighs, spreading your legs open and pulling up your dress to rest his cock on your folds. You gasp at the sensation and he moans deeply. He takes his cock in his hand to rub the tip of it on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp and claw at his arm, cussing underneath your breath. 

“God you’re so wet honey,” he groans as his length gathers more of your arousal on him. He watches you intently, seeing how your eyes cannot be taken away from his length. He chuckles inwardly and continues to tease you. 

“You see something you like?” He asks deviously. 

Your breathing quickens as you continue to watch him rub his length through your folds. 

“Y-y-yes Elvis I umm… oh God,” you pant, letting these euphoric feelings wash over your body. 

“What baby, what is it? Tell me what you’re thinkin’,” he tantalizes. 

You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling your cheeks turn scarlet with what you’re about to say. “I just… umm… I didn’t expect you to be so… so big,” you mutter, looking back up into his eyes. 

A soft smirk forms on his face, “it’s gonna feel even better inside you,” he coos. “Are you ready for me? You want me to take care of you?” 

Your head feels like you’re on a cloud and drunk on him at the same time. 

“Yes please,” you mewl. 

He pulls your dress up off your body and pushes you back on the desk to have you lie down. The cold surface hits your back and sends chills through you as Elvis looms over you. His hands squeeze your breasts and another bolt of lightning travels through your body to your core. 

He lines himself up and pushes the tip in, making you cry out. He grunts when he tries to put more inside of you. 

“Fuck honey you’re so tight. You need some help taking me.” He says pulling out of you and placing two fingers on your clit and rubbing there. You let out another needy moan as he works you. He coats his two fingers in your wetness and carefully pushed them inside you. 

“Ohmygod,” you cry out and your head pops up off of the desk to watch him finger you. He curls them and feels out your fluttering walls. 

“Yes baby that’s it, keep nice and relaxed for me,” He beckons. His fingers reach places you haven’t even known about, making the slick between your legs grow even more. You begin to rut into his hand, letting your instincts take over and get the most pleasure out of it. 

He groans when he watches you, almost looking envious of his fingers with how good they’re making you feel. 

He quickly pulls them out of you and you moan with feeling so empty. 

He lines himself up again against your weeping hole and looks at you, he sees your pleading eyes wild and lust-filled. 

He pushes himself in and groans heavily, your wet heat wrapping tightly around him. You cry out for him, feeling the searing pain and pleasure filling your body. He keeps a slow pace, pushing in more of his length with each thrust. You watch as he pulls out his cock and see your wetness cover it, then get buried back inside you. It’s all too much, the sensations that he brings to you are like nothing you’ve ever experienced or thought you could experience. 

Elvis hisses as he moves faster, “goddamn honey, feeling so good. Squeezing my cock so tight already,” he slurs. He grabs onto your hips and starts to drive into you like this. You moan louder, feeling the pain sear through you. 

“Elvis please,” you cry. He rubs one of his thumbs on your clit and moves it in fast circles.  

“You’re doing so good honey. Almost there,” he says as he pushes the rest of his length inside you making both of you groan. 

“Oh god Elvis yes,” you moan. Pleasure slowly starts to seep through your veins and tightens the coil in your belly. He moves his hips faster, hitting all the right places and making you feel so good. 

His face looks gorgeous like this, so concentrated on you but so lustful. He makes the most delicious noises when he takes you, grunting and panting for air as he stuffs you completely. His eyes are glued to his length going in and out of you and how each snap of his hips makes you moan even louder. 

The pain subsides and all you can feel is mind-blowing satisfaction. You sit up on your forearms to look at him fuck you, your coil tightening by the second. His hips pound into you harder, rubbing your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, bringing you closer to orgasm. 

His eyes drink you in and suddenly stop when he looks at your belly. He cusses and places his hands on your lower belly, putting a new pressure there making you feel so full. Every snap of his hips drives you wild and you’re so close to screaming his name. 

“Look baby, look how deep I am inside ya,” he grunts breathlessly. He lifts his hand and you can see the poking of his head pushing up on your lower abdomen. You moan deeply, unable to take much more. The squelching coming from between your legs makes Elvis take you faster, wanting to take you to the edge. 

“Fuck Elvis, that’s so good,” you gasp, placing your own hand on your belly to feel him inside you. 

He growls, too far gone with lust raging through him, “Oh honey, takin’ me so good. You’re gonna make me cum,” he groans. 

He leans down to suck on your breast, licking and biting at your nipples. Your walls flutter and you know you’re going to cum. He sees the panic and pounds into you harder, almost knocking the wind out of you.

“Come on baby, let yourself go,” he pleads.

You throw your head back and scream for him as your walls squeeze around his girth. Your entire body radiates with pleasure and you can’t catch your breath with how he’s taking you. 

He moans your name too, barely able to contain himself while he’s inside you.

“Goddamn baby, I need to cum…” he grunts through his teeth, his hips becoming sporadic and his strides uneven.

He abruptly pulls out of you and jerks his cock in his hand. You watch as white-hot spurts come shooting out of him and into your belly. You watch in awe as he comes undone in front of you, probably one of the single most hottest things you had ever seen in your life. The way his eyebrows furrow together and opens his mouth before letting out the most satisfying-sounding moan you’ve ever heard.

Elvis pants over you, wiping the sweat from his brow and leaning onto the desk with one hand. You look up at him in a daze, unable to comprehend what has happened within this last hour. Your body feels weak yet floating on a cloud. You have no idea sex could be that good let alone it being your first time. Those famous hips put in the work and left you breathless. You look down at the pool of his arousal sitting on your belly, and back up to him.

“Was that okay for you honey? Did I do a good job?” He asks innocently. You nod your head yes quickly, almost laughing that he even had to ask you that. 

“Oh yeah honey, you were… God I have no idea what to say, It was so damn good,” you gush.

A smile forms on his face as he looks at your body again, “Good baby, I loved it too. I couldn’t get enough,” he teases, wiping your belly off with a tissue.

“Well umm… I’m free for the rest of the day…. If you decided you wanted some more of me,” you tease.

He lets out a little chuckle and his eyes light up, “I might just have to take you up on that,” he coos.

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😨🫣sub juni who's into choking,,,,and the fact that you have so much control over him drives him insane so he just might cum on spot when u lay ur hands on his throat let alone squeeze it gently 🫠

nononononononononono, because now you got me THINKING,

perfect pretty bunny juni who has a dirty little secret, hiding it from you like you won't happily indulge in it for him🙄

so you have to find it out one day when he's just so needy, you haven't touched him in days, too busy with other things like work and school and being tired the rest of the time,

he's just so pent up and desperate for anything you have to give him,

but you're still busy☹️

still sitting at your desk, ignoring his whining and attempts to gain your attention. ignoring his hands running up your thighs and over your shoulders, leaving little pecks on your neck, careful not to go too far without your permission.

but you give him no reaction, not a moan or a sigh or a warning that he'll be punished if he doesn't stop soon.

he whines.

"please. just pay attention to me. me, i'm right here. please, please, please."

you finally glance at him, look at him out of the corner of your eye, but it's enough, he'll take anything he can get at this point.

but if he doesn't act fast, he knows that your attention will quickly wane off, back to whatever boring paper you're writing.

"I'll let you fuck me!"

nothing, a blank stare in reply to his heated outburst.

"i'll get off on your thigh,"

nope, c'mon there has to be something

"i'll let you play with my nipples-i'll eat you out? dress me up-i'll put on my prettiest-" you look back down at your paper and his heart drops,

"nono, please! i'll-i'll" he grasps at straws, "i-i can ride you? put on a skirt for you?"

"look bunny, i'm really busy, maybe now's not the best ti-"

"-choke me!"

your full attention is on him. 100%, fully, body turned to face him. "what did you say?"

"ch-choke me?" he sounds unsure, before slowly gaining confidence. "I-i want you to choke me. please."

"okay bunny."

in no time at all, you're paper is forgotten and his body is shoved on top of it, your body pinning his against the desk, eyes dark and hungry for him. for him.

"want me to choke you, huh? such a dirty little thing." he shivers and nods, helplessly grabbing onto your upper arms as your hands trace around his neck, feeling around. "such a pretty neck. so perfect, just like the rest of you."

you run a finger over his adams apple, pressing a quick but burning kiss to his skin. "would be even more perfect with my handmark. right," your hand presses lightly, not yet adding pressure but enough that he feels you firmly, "here. wouldn't you bunny?"

he doesn't trust his voice. doesn't trust it not to tremble and crack if he tries to reply, so once again, he nods, swallowing.

you can feel it all under your hand, feel him swallowing, feel his heart beating so fast you're almost afraid it'll try to leap out of his chest.

"tell me if it's too much."

and then you press down, squeezing just hard enough for his thoughts to slip away, for his thoughts to become incoherent and the words on his tongue turn into a gaspy kind of moan.

his heartbeat quickens and his face turns red, a single tear slipping from his eyes.

"m-more~"

he didn't think it would feel this good, didn't think he could feel this good. all floaty and high, his hips rut down, practically riding the thigh you've placed between his legs.

it's been so long, so long since you've touched him, since he's felt like this.

that's why he feels the undeniable coil tightening inside of him, his orgasm fast-approaching. it's because he's been denied so long and now he so sensitive.

that's what the tells himself.

you press harder and a choked moan scrambles past his lips, jarbled. "so pretty like this, so pretty being choked-does it feel good?"

he'd nod but he can't. can't nod, can't talk, can't fucking think besides wondering how the hell this feels so good?

"aww, close already? but i've barely done anything." you taunt, "guess i'll just have to stop." he nearly sobs when you pull back, when, when,

you shove him harder against the desk, effectively ripping a moan from his lips with the roughness. "wanna play with you more before you cum."

this is so much longer than i though it'd be, sorry😭

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[moonlightndaydreams]

Body Language

NSFW // minors do not interact

Pairing: Lee Minho x female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers // romance and smut

Word count: 5.2k approx. mostly spicy smut 🌶️

Story: whilst attending a gathering at Felix’s apartment, you meet his new housemate, Minho. You don’t speak Korean, and Minho knows very little English, but somehow he understands exactly what you need.

Warnings: mentions of physical disability (reader has a hand impairment and wears a leg brace), anxiety and body image issues. Smut warnings below.

Note from Sorsha: This is my first piece where I talk about disability and body image issues. A person’s experience of living with disability is unique to them. I’m not implying that all people with disability experience anxiety or self-consciousness around their disability. But I do personally live with a physical disability and can only draw from my own experiences. Unfortunately my experience doesn’t include having hot sex with Minho 😫

Smut Warnings: unprotected piv sex (pull out method 🫣), oral sex (f. Rec), nipple play, aftercare.

I hope that even if you don’t have lived experience of disability that you still read this story as I think the character will still resonate with many of you.

Love you, and enjoy xxx

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You take a deep breath as you approach the door of your friend’s apartment and ring the doorbell. While you wait for an answer, You look down at your chosen outfit. A White floral print on duck egg blue background ensemble of a tight tank top and matching maxi skirt. The skirt has a split up the front of one leg, your “good” leg. You always seem to refer to that leg as your “good” one. It isn’t even all that good, it just works better than the other leg. The one with the leg brace. No heels for you, but you’re sporting you favourite white sneakers. You run your hands over the fabric, satisfied with how you look today. You look great, and this party is going to be fine. You tell yourself.

But as you wait for the door to open, you can hear many voices from the inside of the apartment, and it makes you feel sick.

It isn’t the leg brace that makes you self-conscious, or that your balance isn’t so good. You actually “embrace the brace” because it is a tool to help you do what you want and need to do. It’s your hands that are the problem. No one can really see anything is wrong, not unless they look closely and really pay attention. But they hold you back from interacting with the world the way you want. Your impairment makes fine motor tasks near impossible. You can’t even undo buttons to save your life. And writing, well that went down hill at some point in the last three years, and you can barely fill out a form these days. Not being able to play guitar anymore is pretty shit too.

But your biggest anxiety inducing situation is eating in front of strangers. Cutting up food is awkward, holding finger food is risky for the floor and your clothes, and fucking hell, if chopsticks are involved you’re doomed to starve.

You are anxious. You hadn't anticipated how anxious you were going to feel when you told Felix you’d come to celebrate his promotion. But of course Felix didn’t quite know the full extent of the dread that filled your body whenever you had to be in a “dining” setting. You’d confided in him about your fears and anxiety somewhat, and he’d promised that it would all be okay and you could use anything that would help.

“It’ll be just a small gathering, y/n.” He’d smiled at you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. You didn’t want to say no.

And now here you are, at your friend’s. You have turned up. You haven’t bailed.

But you you want to run away. No. You will stay, even if you don’t get to eat.

“Y/n!!!” Felix beams at you as he opens the door. “Come in, love.” He steps to the side allowing you to enter the apartment. Sure enough there are a dozen or so people already mingling and chatting. Music was playing from a Bluetooth speaker over on the right.

“Are you feeling, okay?” Felix whispers in close to your ear, and you nod and swallow hard. You’re not really okay. You tell yourself that nothing bad is going to happen. That no one is even going to care, and as you find a place to sit and take in your surroundings, you realise no one is even looking at you. See, it’s fine. This isn’t that bad. You are okay. You don’t recognise anyone, they seem to be Felix’s work friends, whereas you are his childhood friend, but after about ten minutes of polite hellos, and introductions, you begin to feel your nerves settle just a little bit.

“Y/n, want a drink?” You look up to see Felix offering you a can of soft drink. You nod and your eyes flicker to the man standing beside him. A man you have never seen before. This must be Felix’s friend from Korea. From what Felix had said previously, he has moved here for a while for work and study. What is his name again?

“This is Minho.” Felix gestures to the man standing nervously beside him. Minho. “Hello, Minho. I’m y/n.” You smile. But Minho simply nods curtly, barely making any eye contact with you.

“He’s nervous. He doesn’t speak much English yet.” he chuckles and opens the can of drink for you before passing it to you. You use every ounce of concentration to grasp the can securely, hoping to god you don’t drop it and spill it everywhere. Satisfied you have got a good hold on the can, you look up to find Minho has disappeared.

“Oh, he’s gone?” You say surprised.

“He’s just gone to start bringing the food out. He loves cook-”

“Lix!” A voice from across the room cuts him off.

“Excuse me for a sec.” Felix pats you on the shoulder as he walks away in the direction of the voice.

Minho returns the room shortly after with trays of what looks to be various finger foods, and begins to place them on the coffee table and dining table that has been set up to the side of the living room. Mini pizzas, fried chicken pieces, some type of vegetarian situation, and several other awkward looking foods that you were not planning to attempt to eat. Although, it all looks absolutely scrumptious. You feel your stomach rumble and you regret not filling up on food beforehand.

You watch the other people pick some food and use flimsy napkins as plates. It looks so easy for them, and you feel a pang of jealousy. Stop that now. You tell yourself. How can you solve this problem? You need an actual plate, and maybe a coffee mug to have another drink in, you think, looking at your tight grip around the now empty can. You look around the room and see Minho standing to the side watching the positive reaction to the food. Everyone is absolutely loving it. You look back at Minho again and catch his gaze on you. He looks at you quizically and then turns to go back into the kitchen. Fuck! You must look like a stuck up bitch.

Okay, let’s go find a plate and a fork, and a cup, or you’re just going to miss out on eating altogether. All you need to do is get up and go to the kitchen. This is always how your internal dialogue goes. You need to plan in your mind how you are going to navigate your surroundings. Are there any obstacles you need to work your way around? Which is your quickest route?

You enter the kitchen surprised to see Minho still working away chopping food, even though there is already plenty of food in the living room. Your eyes drift over his frame, and you’re surprised by the flushed feeling in your cheeks. He is attractive. Felix had mentioned he was a dancer with a passion for cooking. Hmm.. yes he definitely has a dancer’s body. You can tell his thighs are toned from the way his trousers cling to them. You bite your lip as you eyes follow his thighs up to his taught ass and you bite down even harder on your lip. Fuck. Stop looking at him, you tell yourself. You quickly lift your gaze to his upper half, his thin cotton button down draping over his back muscles. And his arm. Fuck! You can’t stop staring at the veins in his forearm as he chops a tomato.

You are suddenly brought out of your not-so-innocent thoughts when the knife in his hand stills. Shit. You quickly remember why you came in to the kitchen in the first place, and open the overhead cupboard to fetch a mug, and opening the fridge to see what beverage options there are.

Your breath catches in your chest when out of nowhere, a veiny hand grabs onto the fridge door, opening it further and reaching in to grab two cans of soft drink. You step out of the way to give the owner of the hand room, only to find Minho standing there with a Sprite in one hand and a Coke in the other, holding them both up to you in a way that could only mean he’s asking you to choose one. But all you do is stare blankly at this gorgeous man in front of you.

Minho nods his head, gesturing for you to take one. Fuck his eyes are captivating. You reach out to choose the coke, but instead of him handing it to you, he takes both cans to the counter and places a second mug down next to yours. You watch him, intrigued, as he opens both cans - one handed - and fills the mugs part way with the drinks. You take a step closer, wrapping your hand around the handle of the mug of coke, and tentatively make eye contact with him again. “Thank you.” You whisper. He nods shyly in return and mumbles a “your welcome.” Then gets back to what he was working on.

You don’t move. You barely breathe. This can’t take your eyes off of him. You are sure he can feel your eyes on him too, because his movements are little stiffer, more hesitant than when you first walked into the kitchen and he didn’t know you were there. You wondered if you were making him nervous.

He takes two plates and begins to arrange much of the same food he’d taken out to the gathering earlier. Mini pizzas, fried chicken, but also a little salad on the side. Then he proceeds to cut up everything up into bite size pieces. On both plates. What is he doing? You are intrigued. To finish off, he gets two forks out of the cutlery drawer and takes both plates over to the little two seater table in the opposite corner of the kitchen. And then he’s brushing past you to take the two mugs of soft drink, setting them down with the two plates of food.

When he is done, he looks at you expectantly. You are unsure what is happening. His gaze alternates between the little table and you. “Eat with me?” He says carefully. Wait. What? You glance at the plates on the table. This is for you? “You want me to eat with you?” You double check, even though you’re not sure how much he understands. He nods with a smile and sits himself down in one of the chairs.

Slowly, you make your way to the other chair and nervously sit down opposite him. You can’t help but chuckle to yourself. The plates of food, all chopped up small, coupled with the cold drinks in what one would normally drink a hot beverage from, looks exactly how you set up your own dinner. At home, you have a special knife to cut your food up and you make a mental note to start keeping it in your handbag. But are you allowed to carry knives around like that?

“You don’t like?” Minho breaks your thoughts again.

“Yes… No… I mean I do like.” You say and stab your fork in a piece of chicken and pop it into your mouth. Your eyes almost bulge out of your head. “Oh my god, Minho!” You say with your mouth full. “This is delicious!” You cry. “Yum!”

Minho smirks, a satisfied look on his beautiful face. “Yummy?” He asks. You nod frantically. “So good. Yummy.” You grin back, before going in for more food.

Minho digs in too, and as you both fall even more silent than you had already been so far, you wonder why Minho hasn’t joined the others in the other room. Maybe he’s shy? Maybe he’s unsure because of the language barrier? But he seems so confident, and you imagined that if he were surrounded by his people he’d be boisterous and maybe even a little obnoxious. He has that look about him. Devious. As you place the last bit of food into your mouth, you realise that you hadn’t even thought about your anxiety for a while. Minho, a complete stranger, has made your dining experience one of the least stressful in a long time. And you hadn’t even had to explain anything to him. Felix must have mentioned something to him, you decide. How else could he have known what you needed?

You look up and give Minho the biggest, most thankful and authentic smile. “Thank you, Minho. That was so fucking good.” His eyes blink rapidly at your use of the word fucking, and he quickly breaks eye contact, and a look of confusion crosses his face. His cheeks turn a shade of pink. Hmm, so he knows that word?

“There you two are!” You both look up startled as Felix enters the kitchen and crouches down beside you both. He scans the empty plates and peeks into your coffee mug curiously.

“Thank you Felix.” You say, but he looks confused. “For what, love?”

“Letting Minho know my challenges…you know, with food.”

“Honey, I never told him anything.” He shrugs. “But I probably should have. Fuck, I’m a shit friend, I didn’t even see if you needed anything.” He scratches his head. “Anyway, I came to tell you that we are all heading into town now. Are you going to come?”

You glance at Minho who seems to be pretending to be interested in how his Sprite looks swirling around his mug, and then you look back at Felix. He shakes his head “Minho already told me he won’t be coming out.”

Oh. You take a moment to consider how your night would pan out if you went out with the group. It would most likely be fun, although your feet would hate you in the morning. A night out is extremely tiring. You cast your eyes around the kitchen. There are plates, pans, rubbish absolutely everywhere, and who knows what state the living room is in? If Minho was left here on his own, you were positive he’ll clean it all up himself.

“No, I think I’ll just stay here. Help tidy up.” You say brightly. Felix raises his eyebrows and looks to Minho and says something to him in Korean. You watch Minho as his eyes widen and when blink rapidly as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Eventually he meets your eyes and offers one polite nod. You nod in return, like you have both just agreed on something important, and you feel a nervousness in your stomach. Or is the feeling something else?

“Well,” Felix stands up. “I may or may not be back before dawn. If you want to crash here tonight, y/n, you know you are more than welcome, right?” He gives you a hug and then hugs Minho. They exchange a few more words, and you are sure Felix has just teased Minho, because Minho suddenly raises his voice in a loud “Ya!” making you jump, and play punches Felix in the arm. “Okay, okay. I’m going.” He laughs as he leaves you and Minho alone once more.

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After the group has left, and after Minho cuts you a second piece of cheesecake, you watch him begin the mammoth task of cleaning up. The place feels so silent, apart from Minho pottering around collecting plates. You retrieve a garbage bag from the third drawer down in the kitchen, because you know where everything lives at Felix’s, and go about the apartment collecting any rubbish. You aren’t really sure how much help you’re going to be, but thankfully most people had only used napkins and canned drinks, so most of the washing up wasn’t the breakable kind. Pots, pans, and cooking utensils mostly, and you find you are managing quite alright with putting those away in their homes.

Once everything was relatively tidy again, you dim the kitchen lights a little, because your eyes are tired, and set to work filling up the kettle. “Minho, would like a coffee?” you gesture to the jar of instant coffee. His eyes light up. “Mmm, coffee. Yes…please.” He smiles. “Okay, great.” You chirp spooning out the coffee and open the fridge for milk. Again, just like before, Minho’s veiny arm grabs the fridge door. But instead of grabbing the milk, like you expect, he closes the door and gently grasps your arm and turns you so your back is against the bench. The gesture is soft and gentle, not aggressive or demanding, and it makes your breath stop. Your hands grip the countertop on either side of you, trying to steady yourself in this unexpected situation. He is standing directly in front of you, close, and there is nowhere for you to avert your eyes. He swallows hard and stares into your eyes questioningly. You open your mouth to speak but you don’t know what to say. It doesn’t matter though, because Minho speaks first.

“Thank you.” He whispers. You aren’t entirely sure what he is thanking you for, but you assume he means helping him tidy up. “For eating with me.”

Your heart absolutely melts. Who is this man? “You’re welcome.” You choke, staring back at him just as intently. His brown, almond eyes convey a myriad of emotions. Nervousness, desperation, hope, desire. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then lower as he takes a really good look at your body, before returning to your lips. Then his eyes drop to one of your hands. He reaches for it, closing the gap between the two of you in the process, and brings your hand to his lips. You are caught off guard at this gesture. You don’t really like bringing attention to your hands, and having Minho deliberately tending to them makes you feel exposed. You try and pull away, but Minho just brings your fingertips back to his lips and proceeds to kiss the backs of each of your digits. Slowly. One by one.

You suck in your lower lip, both frightened and aroused in equal measure. He lowers your arm down to your side, but still holds your hand securely, and he brings his other arm to rest on your hip.

“This? Okay?” he asks, trying to guage your reaction to his touch. You nod. That’s all you can do.

You feel a heat wash over your body, and you know you are blushing. The butterflies in your stomach flutter around and there is an unmistakable ache in your core. You bring your free hand to rest on his bicep, and you bravely pull him closer to you. He reads this gesture as invitation to lean in closer to you. His eyes still linger on your lips, and his warm breath on your skin makes you quiver.

“This? Okay too?” he whispers in a husky voice, sending shock waves straight to your cunt. “Yes” you squeak and Minho chuckles low before turning serious again. The silence in the room suddenly feels excruciatingly loud as Minho pauses, centimetres from your lips, and it feels like you’re frozen in time. His lips brush yours in a featherlight kiss. It is barely even a kiss, but it feels more intense and passionate than any other “first kiss” you’ve had. He pulls away slightly, only to come back in with more intensity. He let’s go of your hand and cups your jaw instead, pulling you in towards him. You part your lips in the hopes he will explore you with his tongue, and he immediately does.

You feel yourself losing your balance slightly and grip onto Minho tighter. He slides his hands around to the back of your thighs and lifts you effortlessly setting you down on the counter. He breaks the kiss, panting and out of breath, and leans his forehead on yours to compose himself. You rest one hand on the back of his head, your fingers threaded through his dark brown locks.

Once he’s composed himself, Minho suddenly drops to his knees in front of you, taking you by surprise. You watch in anticipation as he very slowly, and very intentionally, lifts your skirt and drapes the fabric over your knees. You feel a surge of embarrassment and want to hide, and you berate yourself for how easily all that hard work of “self-acceptance” has come undone in a single moment. You force yourself to look down at Minho to find he has a hand resting on the velcro fastening of your leg brace, and he is looking up at you waiting. “This? Okay?” he repeats the same sentence as before as his fingers undo the strap a fraction. You nod. “Yes, it’s okay.”

You watch Minho’s expression intently, trying to catch any glimmer of disgust, or worse, pity, but you see none of that from the man at your feet. He carefully removes your brace and shoe, placing it carefully on the floor. Then he removes your other shoe and places that neatly beside the first. Next, he peels off your socks.

You have never felt so exposed in your entire life as you do right now. But as Minho starts to kiss and caress your calves as he makes his way back up to standing, you realise he is captivated by you. And as he pushes your knees apart to makes space for him to come in close to you, you feel that he is indeed very aroused by you too. It makes you hungry for him, and you reach up to the buttons on his shirt. There is no way you can undo these yourself, but it’s okay because Minho’s hand is there and he unbuttons his shirt swiftly with one hand while you watch in awe. You help him slide the shirt off his shoulders and it drops to the floor. Minho hurries to peel your top off over your head, discarding it carelessly. He is focused on only one thing now, the clasp of your simple cotton t-shirt bra, and he undoes it like a pro. You raise your eyebrow at him, suspicious as to why he is so skilled at undressing. But he just smirks and let’s your bra fall away.

He immediately takes a nipple in his mouth and cups your other breast. You arch your back into him and hum a “yes, Minho, yes.” He moans in reply and you rake your hands through his hair, panting as he rolls his tongue over your hardened nipple.

“Minho? Your bedroom? Hmmm…” you moan. “Bed?” You throw the words around hoping he understands. He lifts his head to look at you and you nod your head towards the hallway where the bedrooms are.

He wastes no time lifting you off the counter and you automatically wrap your legs around his waist. He devours your lips with his as he carries you to towards his bedroom, stopping on the way to press you against the wall in the hallway. You moan again, and throw your head back while he hisses as he grinds his hardness against your clothed cunt. Your body is craving his, and you would absolutely let him fuck you right then and there against the wall if he wanted to.

He pulls you away from the wall, biting and sucking the skin on your neck as he carries you to his room and carefully lays you on his bed. He continues to kiss you, alternating between your mouth and breasts, like he can’t decide what to settle on.

His kisses slowly move lower down your body, peppering your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your skirt. He lifts his gaze to check in with you yet again, and you nod your head, giving him permission to remove your skirt, leaving you only in your pale lavender cotton briefs. Minho’s face hovers incredibly close to where you’re aching to be touched. He hums in approval as he traces a finger over the wet patch of your underwear and brushes it over your clit, watching the fabric cling to your lips as he does so. You suck in a breath at the sensation. He smirks, satisfied with your response, then rubs his finger over your clit again. “Fuck!” you cry out. He locks eyes on you while he rubs a little harder. You furrow your brows and beg him with your eyes to remove your panties.

He peels your underwear off and you let your legs fall open for him, offering yourself to him completely. He doesn’t go straight for your cunt, but tenderly kisses your inner thighs and slowly makes his way to your centre. He knows, he has to know, what this is doing you. How wet, how soaked you are. How much you need him inside of you. “Minho, please.” You sob his name. He replies by licking a stripe from your entrance to you clit. Your hands fling to his hair, holding him against you, and he stops his teasing. He’s on a mission to take you to the stars.

His tongue slips inside you while his fingers finds your clit again. You are barely holding on by a thread as he expertly tongue-fucks you. And then he swaps, bringing his fingers to your entrance and tongue to your clit. He crooks his fingers, somehow knowing exactly where that spot is. You whimper, cry out, moan, almost choke on air, as he digs into that spot over and over, and his tongue laps at your clit in some kind of synchronised dance. It’s relentless, and you can feel the tightness inside you about to - “Oh…Ohh…I’m…I’m coming.” You cry as your orgasm surprises you. It is fast and intense, and you feel your walls clenching and releasing rhythmically.

Minho lifts his head, his eyes glimmering with satisfaction and his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. He takes a good look at your pussy, before quickly discarding his trousers. Your eyes widen when they land on his hard cock. Mouthwatering. Veiny like his arms. Fucking perfect. You don’t take your eyes off of it, and you lick your lips when you see pre-cum leaking from the pinkish tip. Minho kneels between your legs, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him rub the tip along your lips. Your vagina clenches in desperation to be stretched and filled. You swallow and look up at Minho. His gaze is fixated on the tip of his cock as it pushes against you and threatens to slip inside. His eyes are hooded and full of desire, his lips are parted, perhaps in awe. Then he looks up, catching your gaze, asking for permission. He needs to be inside you. You can tell because he looks like he is absolutely going to die if he doesn’t fuck you soon. But there is also hesitation in his eyes. You know he doesn’t want to hurt you or take advantage of you.

Your reach up and cup his cheek and nod your head. Then you reach down and grasp his length, relishing in how hard he feels in your hand, and you feel like a fucking goddess when his body shudders in some sort of primal way. You let go of his cock and return to leaning on both your elbows. He crashes down on top of you kissing you, transferring your juices from his mouth to yours. And then you feel it, his thick, hard cock stretching you open. He holds your face close to his, keeping eye contact as he slowly stretches you, sinking deeper and deeper inside of your body. He mutters something in Korean, and it turns you on beyond belief. You know he notices your body’s response to the way he’s speaking, because he continues to say things, watching your reaction. Even though he you can’t understand him, his tone is gorgeous, and your body doesn’t care what he is saying. It’s just responding.

Your bodies are sweaty, your cunt wet and noisy, and with each thrust a loud slapping sound resonates in the room. Minho’s noises become a mixture of Korean words, grunts, hisses, and even growls, as he builds the pace, and it only turns you on more. You respond with your own moans and whimpers, crying out every time his cock kisses your cervix.

Sweat drips off his nose, and lands on you as he repositions himself slightly so he can watch his cock fuck in and out of you, all whilst still moving his hips expertly, finding that spot again.

Watching Minho watch himself fucking you is the most stunning thing you’ve ever seen. He is concentrating so hard on chasing both his and your pleasure. He’s so precise in his movements. Careful. Controlled. Measured. But you want him to lose himself to the moment. You want him to forget himself.

Without thinking, you reach up and tap him on the shoulder. He stops immediately and his eyes widen with worry as he tries to work out what is wrong. You pat your hand on the mattress beside you, indicating you want him to lay down. He does as you ask and you throw your leg over to straddle him. He grins up at you and you can’t help but grin back. He holds your hip with one hand, helping you lift up enough for him to guide his cock back to your entrance with his other hand. You both exhale in relief when he is snuggly back inside.

Minho waits for you to take the lead, and you experimentally grind your hips. The angle feels incredible. He is so deep inside you, your bodies flush with each other. Minho helps you set a steady rhythm and pace by guiding your hips back and forth along his length, and you are on the brink of your second orgasm. You sob at how good he feels inside of you and lean down onto Minho’s chest where he holds you close. He digs his heels into the mattress and begins to brutally snap his hips up into you. The force of each thrust takes your breath away and you come hard around his cock, crying out his name. You finally feel Minho snap and he somehow has you on your back again. You hold onto his shoulders as he knocks the breath out of you with each forceful thrust. And then he pulls out of you moaning as he paints hot ropes of cum all over your stomach. He collapses on top of you panting trying to catch his breath, neither of you caring in the slightest about the stickiness between your bodies.

Eventually your breath returns to normal, and Minho slips off the bed and pulls on a pair of sweatpants. He disappears out of the room only to return with a warm cloth, a mug of water and the items of clothing you had left in the kitchen. Somehow he is able to hold everything at once. You watch him clean you up and offer you the drink. You gulp it down, not realising how thirsty you are while he goes to his chest of drawers to retrieve an oversized t-shirt for you to wear.

He leans in to kiss you. “This… this was okay?” he asks softly. You nod. “Yes.” And he grins sheepishly, pulling you down beside him and curling up behind you whispering words in Korean as you fall asleep.

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A/n: I had someone ask me since writing this how LK knew what reader needed. I suppose I wanted to tap into Minho being rather observant of other people’s needs (and I didn’t convey that well), or maybe Felix did say something to him afterall? I will leave it up to you to decide how you want Minho to know her needs.

Xxx. Sorsha

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i’d like to what happens to y/n in tattoo roulette 🫣🫣

Tattoo Roulette

A/N: another highly requested blurb for you all! more Late Late content is on its way lovies! 💚

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 Masterlist

“Welcome back to the Late Late Show! We are about to play what is probably the craziest game we’ve had on our show. It’s a game that m’already regretting thinking of.” The audience members laugh while the band snickers behind him. “It’s time for Tattoo Roulette with One Direction.”

When James pitched this game idea to the band, everyone was relatively on board with it (expect one Irish lad that was notably less enthusiastic about it than the rest but was a good sport anyways and agreed to it after YN convinced him that if he happened to get picked, she would take the tattoo for him).

YN looks down and notices Harry's nervous habit of his thumb digging into the other tips of his nails. Not knowing that their hands are in view of James's camera shot, YN discreetly taps her pinky against her band mate's hand. She gives him a small smile, glancing at his hands in a knowing look. She's sees him do the same, nodding his chin to her other hand and to her surprise, she finds that her thumb has been subconsciously twisting the ring of her index finger—her anxious give-a-way.

They both huff out a quiet laugh through their noses, both revealing to each other how nervous they really are for this game. Fans rewind, pause and screenshot how Harry links their pinkies together, squeezing them other in a comforting motion before letting go.

After explaining the rules of the game to the audience, James goes to stand with the band. YN is standing smack in the middle of the line up, sandwiched between Harry and Louis. Despite wearing heels, she’s still about a head lower than the rest of the boys. 

Niall is just a bundle of nerves at the end of the line. YN honestly feels bad for the lad. She still remembers when she was getting yet another butterfly tattoo last month in her hotel room, Niall had come in to curiously check up on her. As her usual tattoo artist was working on the singer’s hand tattoo on the dining table, YN had her chin propped up on her other hand as she watched the needle paint her skin. 

He looked a lot like he did now: pale faced, jittery hands and wide eyes. 

“Niall, your hands are actually shaking!” James nervously laughs. It's clear to anyone that Niall's laughs and jokes are a means of attempting to cover up his nerves. After the blonde lad takes his pick, it was Harry’s turn.

“Harold, how y’feeling?”

“M’actually fine.” Harry chuckles. 

When Harry descends down the short steps of the platform, he takes a glance over to YN, throwing a smirk her way before facing the waiting red boxes. 

“YN, how are you feelin’ about all of this.”

“I love yeh, James. But I don’t fancy yeh this much to get this on my body.” The audience members chuckle while the host lets out his infamous high pitched laughs.

As YN looks at the row of red boxes, she goes to grab one, hesitates, and instead grabs the one next to it. The audience members all make a collective "oOo" sound and YN giggles when Harry makes a dramatic shocked expression, covering his mouth with his fist as she goes to stand next to him.

After it’s revealed that Liam, Louis, then James are safe—as much as she doesn’t want to admit it—she’s getting a little nervous. She had felt some sense of comfort in the fact that the odds of getting the stupid tattoo were 1 to 6, but halfway down the line with no red lettering inside the boxes made her start to get anxious.

YN balls her fists by her side as she does quick little giddy stepy-steps. 

“Alright.” YN throws her hair behind her shoulders before rubbing her hands together. “Let’s do this.” Her shoulders move sharply when she takes in and lets out a breath. 

Not a second later, the eerie music sounds off and the lights dim around her, leaving her in a solo spotlight with a red hue.

“Why does the lighting make me more nervous than the actual tattoo?” Her rings tap against the wooden box.

“Y’got this, YN.” Harry encourages from beside her. He tries to hide his growing smirk by running his fingers over the side of his mouth and YN tries to ignore the feeling of how that’s only making her even more nervous. 

She slowly tugs the tiny white strip of elastic from its slot to make the anticipation more exciting and to delay what’s inside the box.

YN squeezes her eyes shut, her teeth showing as she grits them together and she opens the box. The reveal sound goes off and when she opens her eyes, she lets out a sequel when the white words SAFE are shown. 

In true YN fashion, she’s quick to point a finger at Harry and laugh in his face. But her smile comically turns into a pout when she faces Niall with extended arms, “I am so sorry.”

The blonde lad laughs and he receives her hug, no doubt trembling in her arms. 

"Quite intimidating that light." Harry comments to her. She raises her eyebrows in agreement, hands on her cheeks as she lets out a giggle out of nervousness. The audience chuckles along with her as they anxiously wait for the results.

"Look at Niall's face!" James laughs hysterically, going in for a hug as well.

It was all down on to him and Niall—well her and Harry. And with that, her nerves came crawling back in. All that stood between her or Harry getting that silly tattoo was one word inside his red box.

"I mean—" Harry lifts the lid to reveal the red word TATTOO on the inside. The smirk on his face and the way he throws down the lid makes her tummy twist with a feeling she finds herself having to shove down more and more lately. Suppressing the feeling doesn't go down as easy when it's her turn to hug him out of sympathy.

During the commercial break, YN takes a small Snapchat video of Harry getting his Late Late tattoo, shaking her head in disbelief with a smile on her face. After handing her phone back to her PA, Harry beckons her over to him with a curl of his fingers.

"How's it goin', babe?" YN asks, leaning her hand on the back of his chair, the other rests on her hip as she watches the tattoo artist trace the lettering on his skin.

"Bloody hurts." He playfully scrunches up his nose and he's rewarded with her signature eye roll. They both know and share a secret, guilty addiction to the way the needle feels on their skin. It's a pleasure they both discovered and shyly confessed to one another when got their matching butterfly tattoos; one on her forearm and one on his tummy.

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She knows he feels it now when he blinks up at her with his pupils dilated.

"Mhm, sure it does." She teases with a smile.

"Think I need someone to hold my hand..." Harry mindlessly waves his hand in front of her, playfully and dramatically looking up at the ceiling.

"M'sure I can find someone here to do that for yeh," YN humors him and makes a show of looking around the room. She lets out a laugh when he throws his hand down on his lap in frustration. "Alright, alright, yeh big baby."

The fans in the audience scream out in excitement at the sight of the two holding hands, the them being the top shipped duo out of the band.

The audience doesn't stop their giddy squeals and yelling when their hands stay intertwined together when James welcomes the cameras back in. The fans don't miss the way Harry looks up at her with a smirk tugged on his lips, squeezing her hand before eventually having to let go to show the camera his fresh tattoo.

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[strangethlngs]

heyyyyy!!! could i request an eddie x innocent!reader / naive!reader where he has to explain the elements of sex to her 🫣 much love - blair ❤️

i hope this fits what u were asking for!!

caution: smut below. 18+ only!!

The second things started to get heated you got nervous. You'd never gone farther than kissing with Eddie, maybe a little bit of grinding and fondling, but that was it. You jumped away when you felt the cold of his rings slide up under your shirt.

It wasn't that you didn't want to. God, did you. You just started to internally panic. No one had touched you like this before. No one had seen you naked before. It wasn't that you were intentionally ever avoiding it, though. You just felt that the right opportunity hadn't presented itself. You never felt that special moment come along. You'd never had a boyfriend and weren't the type of person to want to do anything with anyone you didn't feel a spark with. Well, not until Eddie came along.

He'd been your first for pretty much everything. Kiss, boyfriend, love. You loved him in a way you'd never loved anyone before. Everything was just right. After time and time again of trying to find that spark in other people, you had finally found it with Eddie. So why on god's green Earth were you terrified to go to that level with him.

"Woah, woah, woah," he pulled his hand back. You frowned at the loss of contact. "Are you okay?"

You felt immediately bad. He was so good and patient to you. You knew any other dirtbag man you'd go this far with would treat you like shit if you ever held out so long. But Eddie knew your situation and never wanted to push the limits.

"I'm more than okay," you sighed, hands cupping his cheeks, kissing him softly again.

"Do you... want to stop?" he asked, big brown eyes gazing into yours, not knowing what your intentions were.

"No..." You whimper. You'd always pictured your first time being this crazy romantic scenario with candles and roses. But this, this was perfect to you. Sure it was in Eddie's tiny trailer and it wasn't a 5-star-hotel, but it was Eddie himself that made the space feel perfect to you. It felt right. You decided, there and then, this was what you wanted.

"I want this," you began. "I..." you started, feeling shy. "I want you to make love to me, Eddie Munson."

"Are you sure? Like, one hundred percent sure?" he asks, looking directly into your soul.

"Yes," you whisper back. "Just... be gentle."

"Of course, baby. I'll go slow. I want you to feel good, okay? So you'll have to be vocal with me on what you want," his body follows you as you lay on your back, Eddie on top of you, kissing you with a little more force now.

"Eddie..." you start and he sits up. "I don't really... know... what I like," you say, shyly. "I think I'll need you to kind of... walk me through it."

"I can do that..." he smiles down at you, this time gently kissing down your neck.

And he does. Before he takes any item of clothing off he asks permission, and he does it slowly, watching you lustfully. When he gets to your bra, he reaches behind you to unclasp it and slowly pulls the straps down your arms, the material hovering just above your skin, goosebumps forming as he moves the straps down your arms. As the bra falls off, exposing your breasts to him. He slips his own Hellfire shirt off, and you unashamedly stare down his chest and stomach, fingers reaching out to trace his chest tattoo. He kisses your neck and pulls away, lips hovering over your collarbone.

"You're so beautiful. What I'm..." He whispers, "gonna kiss my way," he continues with sloppy kisses just below your ear and moves down to your center chest, "down to your beautiful chest."

He explains every movement to you just as he does it, even helping you through as his fingers work their way inside you. Your tight walls clench around his finger as you rock against him, feeling the chill of his rings at your entrance. His thumb swipes across your clit. He asks every time he moves his finger a certain way if it feels good, and you praise him endlessly.

"So beautiful," he coos and you look up into his eyes, face screwed up in pleasure. "I didn't think you could get more beautiful."

"Make love to me, Eddie. Please," you tangle your fingers into his curly hair, pulling slightly and a moan escapes his mouth. You clench as he does so.

Eventually, his hard length, covered in a condom, hovers in front of your hot core. You take in his appearance, making note of all the little crevices and tiny tattoos and birthmarks you'd never seen on his torso before.

He encourages you through as he slowly buries into you, your tight walls stretching around him, squeezing his dick. He takes it almost painfully slow ensuring you feel good and never feel an ounce of pain. His hair tickles your face as he adjusts his position on top of you.

He sits in you for a while until you nod, signaling for him to move. And he does, taking it slow at first and slowly speeding up as your moans grow more intense. After a while, he reaches down and brings his thumb back to your clit. Every time your name leaves his mouth along with a breathy moan, you get moved closer to orgasm.

"Eddie, I think I'm about to cum," you whimper. He moves his head from in the crook of your neck up above you, eyes locking with you.

"Do it, princess. Let me watch you cum," he moans. His beautiful body rocks with yours and one of his hands finds yours and locks fingers. You grasp onto him as the thrusts work you through the amazing orgasm. Sure, you'd made yourself cum a few times in the past, but nothing could have prepared you for how this one felt. Eddie muttered praises to you, telling you how good you're doing, how beautiful you are.

"Do you want me to cum, baby?" He asks, hips not faltering their thrusts.

"Please, Eddie," you reply, and he buries his head back into your collarbone. Hearing him moan your name so freely brings you to another orgasm you didn't see coming. Your fingers scratch down his back and you feel a twitching sensation inside of you as his hips slow down.

He pulls out of you slowly, sitting up on his knees. His hand traces down between your tits, lightly tracing your skin.

"Are you okay?" He asked. He wanted to make sure you were completely okay before getting off the bed.

"I have never been better," you smile, breathing out a loud breath.

He moves to toss the condom into the trashcan and moves back to you. He kisses you on the cheek and helps you up.

"Wanna take a shower? Post-sex showers are the best, trust me," he takes your hand in his. You smile and follow him into the bathroom, overflowing with love for the curly-headed freak Munson.

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[gojos-thot-patrol]

Valentines Day date w Gojo Satoru at home 🫣🌶

You mean I get to spend the day with my fictional boyfriend and dont have to deal with any of the valentines day crowds? sign me the fuck UP.

Now Presenting...

Starring Satrou Gojo, some good ol cunnilingus, and a little Dirty Dancing.

You had always been a homebody, and luckily for you, your boyfriend had been as well. You smiled as you saw Satoru return from your kitchen holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sat them on the coffee table as he sat next to you on the couch, opening the bottle as he looked to see what you chose to watch. “Dirty Dancing?” he asked, pouring your drink.

“Yea, I figured it fit the occasion” you smiled, “It is Valentines day after all.”

“When you’re right you’re right beautiful” He smiled, settling into the couch and gesturing for you to press play. 

By the time the two of you had gotten to the “Love is Strange” scene, you were already a bottle and a half of wine in and were laughing at things that weren’t even jokes, giggling at the way Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey crawled to each other.

“God, this dance is so ridiculous” Gojo giggled, his red face making the room glow. It drew a warm smile out of you.

“Really?” You asked, tilting your head as you stood up on admittedly uneasy legs. “I think it’s…kinda sexy.” you shrugged. 

“Really now?” Gojo asked, adjusting himself to get a better look at you. You took out your phone and started to play strange love, your hips starting to sway as you gently tossed your phone to the coffee table. 

“Really.” you winked, inviting him to join you. He took the invitation, rushing to move to you and place his hands on your hips. His hands which you quickly moved to your shoulders. “Not so fast, Lover boy..” You giggled.

“We’re really doing this?” Gojo tried to seem annoyed, but his bubbly laugh and smile betrayed him. 

“We sure are,” you smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder and taking his free hand in yours. “Lets cha-cha” you quoted the movie. He immediately went in to try and kiss you. “Hey!” You laughed as you dodged him, “You’re in my dancing space!”

“Wanna get into my dancing space?” Gojo asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He took the opportunity to pull your body flush to his, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you into a warm drunken kiss. You melted into it quickly, tangling your fingers into his hair to pull him even closer. Just in time for him to completely pull away. “Sorry! Sorry,” he teased, “Didn’t mean to get into your dancing space.” He smirked. 

“Oh fuck off,” You giggled, pulling him closer to you. “Get over here Loverboy.” you pulled Gojo back into a kiss, feeling his soft lips move against yours. He moaned softly, moving his hands to squeeze your thighs. You got the message, jumping into his arms. Satoru held you up easily, as if you weighed no more than a kitten. The perks of dating the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Now, he would have taken you to the room, but there was a perfectly good couch he could press you into right there!

He chose the couch option, pressing you into it and kissing you with a passion you had never felt before. You wrapped one of your legs around his hips as his hand moved down your body and slipped under the elastic of your underwear. “Fuck darling, you’re soaked.” Gojo teased, causing embarrassment to bloom inside your chest. “And I’m just getting started.” he hummed, his fingers expertly finding your clit and rubbing calculated circles into it. You moaned out softly, kissing his neck in an attempt to not disrupt your neighbors too much.

Gojo groaned softly, readjusting his hand to slip a finger into your dripping cunt, his thumb maintaining the pressure on your clit. “Fuck, ‘Toru..” you whined out needily, clawing at his back. His long fingers curled perfectly inside you, sending static throughout your entire body. Despite his ice cold eyes and snowy hair, Satoru’s touch had always felt like fire to you. It burned, it lingered, it demanded you attention in ways nothing else did, and it felt so fucking good.

“More.” you panted out desperately to him.

“More what babygirl?” He asked, his smirk dripping in condescension.  

“Toru, please!” you wined, already struggling enough to form words, let alone full sentences.

“Please what darling?” he cooed, “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is.”

“God damn it Satoru,” Suddenly you had found your voice, “Fuck me, please!” you begged. His self-satisfied grin was both the most attractive and slappable thing you had ever seen. 

“See? That's all you had to say.” Gojo giggled, removing his hand and pulling down your underwear. He sat up, pulling his sweatpants down enough to free his cock. He pulled you closer to him by your hips. He leaned down, catching you in a kiss as he pushed himself into you. You had been dating Gojo for about a year now, and you were sure you were never going to get used to this stretch. You squealed into his mouth, clawing at your boyfriend's back as you tried to adjust to his size. 

Gojo pulled away to catch his breath, panting heavily. “Fuck babygirl, its like you were made for me.” he moaned, bucking his hips into you experimentally. You moaned out his name, feeling a knot start to form in your stomach already. The pace he sent was rough but slow, making sure to massage your g-spot with every stroke. You could already feel yourself starting to hit your high, fire and electricity filling your veins and your senses, your head making its way to the clouds.

“‘Toru, I’m close.” you moaned out, clawing onto his shoulders like a drowning woman clinging to a life preserver. 

“Then cum for me.” Gojo said, moving his hand to massage your clit. It was exactly what you need, pushing you over the edge as euphoria exploded in your veins, your body lost in the sea of pleasure, your senses clouded by ecstasy. You assumed you were moaning, but honestly you weren’t all that sure. 

Gojo fucked you through your high, almost cuming himself from the way your walls clenched around him. He was convinced there was no sight quite as pretty as your face when you came, scrunched up and breathless, drool dripping from your mouth. He stilled as you came down and came back too, smiling down at you. “Feel good darling?” He cooed. You nodded gently.

“Mmm-hmm…” you muttered.

“Good,” he grinned, “‘Cause I’m not done yet.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Chapter 13: Buir

A/N: Coming in hot. I have a cold that I feel is going to knock the fuck out in the next few days so dragging this out early.

Warnings: Erm…feelings as always. ND mannerisms, probably incorrect medical talk and incorrect Mando’a. This leads somewhere I promise.

Word Count: 3.7k+

Tagging: @dreamqueenkala @ravenclawbitch426 (I think I forgot last time? Sorry, apparently I have adhd 🫣)

You hated it. The feeling like you were drowning under the weight of your own trauma. Floundering like a fish with nothing to swim through but rocks and dirt.

Desperately you tried to claw free, to rise above the suffocating white armour of the clones but more and more kept coming. Empty helmets, devoid of life, shells of chest plates, the hollow rattle of vambraces and greaves as they kept piling onto the mountain that threatened to overwhelm you.

Something grabbed your wrist but you couldn’t even scream, air didn’t seem to exist in this hellscape. Light exploded above you but it wasn’t a relief. It was hot, molten red and violent. Shielding your face you felt the pressure on your wrist once more and you risked a glance through your fingers.

He had armour that reflected the red of the fire, a black visor filled with stars from the voids of space and blue markings that reminded you of clear skies you’d seen in a past life.

Then he let go, letting you sink once more into the horror of your nightmares. Only a whisper followed as the darkness swallowed you up, an echo of memories that had your heart aching.

Ad’ika…

Once again you woke up to the sound of your own screams, ripping from your chest as you sobbed. Sweat coated your skin as though the fire of destruction had been real. You quickly got up and rubbed your hands over your body, in an attempt to get rid of the weight of the dead clones armour. At least there were no clones in it this time. You shuddered violently, nearly loosing your balance as you made your way to the refresher.

The shower was soothing. The water hot and you felt yourself relaxing under the bright lights. You had no idea on the time when you stepped out, slightly perturbed at the advancement of the sunrise in your room and you hurriedly changed. Yes, you were late.

Tech was already up, a nervous adjustment of his goggles told you he was unsettled as you rushed through his obs. His leg brace was complete and propped up beside the bed against the wall, then you remembered you told him he could try it out today after some tests.

He let you go through the motions without a word, just observing you out of the corner of his eye. “I haven’t forgotten,” you told him suddenly, pointing at the leg brace as you updated his records. “We need to take a scan of your leg, but all being well you should be able to test it out today.”

“I have calibrated the brace and by my accurate calculations it should work flawlessly.” You allowed yourself a smile.

“I would be so very surprised if it didn’t work. You are very seldom wrong.” He looked a little shocked at your words, his eyes searching the floor for a response.

“Stitch…?”

“Yes?”

“I heard you.” You lowered the datapad and looked up at him in horror.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry.”

“No. I was already awake.” He seemed like he wanted to say more but couldn’t get the words out, so you waited patiently; watching his good leg bounce absently. “Have you meditated recently?”

“I haven’t really had time,” you confessed. “I’ll set up the tomography machine.” It wasn’t something you really wanted to talk about. You’d attempted the meditation, just like Rex had said and then Tech’s accident had happened. So now you worried if you took time out to do it again something awful was going to happen.

Tech held onto his leg brace as you helped him to sit on the side of the machine. It was a source of independence for him and you honestly hoped it would work. Propping it against the wall you made the lights glow blue and illuminate him inside, the comforting whirring telling you the machine was scanning.

The picture came up and you carefully studied it from all angles, happy that your rods and bolts had held fast and the bone looked like it was healing nicely. “Looks great, Tech. How is your pain today?”

“More of an ache. Constant.”

“Shall we try this brace?” He guided you in how to seat it correctly, so his leg was in the perfect position. The straps automatically adjusted when he pushed a button on the side and the frame took his weight. You saw his foot was millimetres off the ground, so the pressure was taken off his leg and distributed through the frame. It really was ingenious.

You let him stand on his own, enjoying the way his face lit up when he was finally standing by himself. “Take a step toward me. Slowly.” You heard the frame hissing as pressure was released from the mechanism when he moved but you kept your arms out anyway. “Good! And again!” You backed up as he came forward, the steps slow and steady. “This is great!” You exclaimed.

“You sound surprised,” he stated. “As if there was any doubt this would not work.”

“All right, Mr. I don’t want you running marathons just yet. You can walk, supervised. You hear me?” You used your stern medic voice, pointing at him with your datapad and he bobbed his head in agreement.

“Though your concern is not warranted, it is appreciated.”

“Just doing my job,” you muttered. He followed you back to his room, instantly grabbing his own datapad and adjusting some settings on the brace.

“Have you thought about it?” He suddenly asked and you had to try and think about what. When you didn’t respond he looked up. “The meditation. Now I require less observation it would seem you have time.”

“Oh. I mean—I could do it now.” The medbay was shut today with just you and Tech in. “Beetoo will be sterilising the bays if you need anything but my buzzer will still work.”

“I shall be fine, Stitch. You need to be fine too.” He went back to doing his adjustments, his fingers tapping heavily on his datapad and you headed back to your own room now you had nothing to do. You could do his physio afterwards.

Closing your door you stood in your room for a moment, wondering why you’d just agreed to this and deciding to go with it. You set up the system, selecting the purrgils and sat awkwardly in your room. The standing position hadn’t been working for you, so now you crossed your legs and tried to figure out what to do with your hands.

You attempted to banish all thoughts from your mind about how stupid this was and what waste of time it was. But Tech seemed to think it could work and you held Tech’s opinion in high regard, so you tried until you felt yourself slipping into a current you couldn’t see.

The purrgils were singing, their music wrapping around you like a soft blanket making your brain slowly calm. Taking a breath, you fell into the soothing rhythms that teased your mind, beckoning you into a journey where the footsteps felt familiar.

The path wound through the dark, stars arcing endlessly in the void of space. Stretching, moulding, filling your vision with molten silver twinkles that looked like gems set in the deep fabric of a Naboo queen.

They faded in the glow of a sun, banishing them back to their places and waiting for the dark to encroach again so they could sparkle once more.

The grass felt so real under your hands, spiking up through your fingers with stiff stalks and you plucked one. The flat of the leaf was pliable, the green growing darker as you cracked the outer layer and let the liquid from inside ooze out.

Your name.

It sounded so real, he sounded so alive. Turning you looked at the ship that was hidden in the mottled shadows of the trees, his silver armour catching the light and chucking it back at you. The helmet you had dreamed about tilted as he regarded you, the blue lines surrounding the black visor and you knew he was looking straight at you.

“Are we going, Buir?” You asked, getting up and running to him. Bending his knees he caught you with his strong gloved hands, lifting you up and swinging you round. Your giggles filled the space and you held out your arms, pretending to fly as the breeze whipped your hair back.

“Yes, we are going.” As he carried through the trees you held your hands out and touched the wide, flat golden leaves. They glinted in the sunlight, singing a sweet song that only you knew you could hear on the wind. “The trees singing again, Ad’ika?” His voice was melodic and comforting through the vocoder.

“Yes,” you replied simply. He mounted the ramp, placing you in your seat and you looked up at the sky through the viewport. You always enjoyed this part, sitting in a seat but feeling like you were laying down until the ship righted itself. Your hands were calm in your lap, safe and content with him beside you always.

You smiled when he came back, taking his helmet off to reveal a face you knew intimately. His brown eyes looked at you from the faces of many, his smile mirrored by millions and his voice echoed through the years.

“Ready?” You nodded eagerly.

“Yes, Jang’buir.”

You were in a daze when you went to go and check on Tech. Relying on your muscle memory as you recorded his vitals into the datapad. He watched you, a small frown on his face knowing that you were acting odd. You didn’t greet him, barely looked at him and he knew this wasn’t you.

“Did the meditation work?” He finally asked, not able to contain his question anymore.

“Meditation?” Your speech pattern was too slow, you looked confused as you gazed at him.

“You went to meditate. You’ve been gone for 197 minutes.” He fiddled with the rim of his goggles, disliking the worry that grew in his chest.

“I went back in time.” Tech tried to place your statement, he had no idea how the Force worked and he really would love to meet a Jedi and glean some insight for you, but the Empire saw to it so that could never happen.

He knew your visions were sometimes things that hadn’t happened yet and you had presented details too real to ignore…so it would be deemed logical to be able to tap into memories you already had.

“I can see him in your face.” He leaned back slightly, confused by the closeness as you studied his features, your eyes searching for something he wasn’t sure he had.

“To whom are you referring?” He needed a name, his features could be linked to anyone of the millions clones that had been made for the GAR.

“Buir. You look like Jang’buir.” It had been a while since he had heard Mando’a used in any capacity but he had recently been running through the words he picked up on Kamino in the bacta tank.

“Papa Jango? Jango Fett? The Bounty Hunter who provided the genetic code for the Clones? Of course I would represent him, he makes up my genetic code.” Your gaze drifted away from him and Tech tried to read the expression on your face. Was it shock? Realisation? You were acting so odd he couldn’t place or predict what could possibly happen next.

“Jango Fett,” you whispered. “It was him. He looked after me until I went into the Medical Academy.” Tech sat deathly still as he digested this information, his mind desperately trying to make the link between your birth father, Sifo-Dyas and the legendary Bounty Hunter and clone template Jango Fett.

He knew the basics, and he knew Fett had been recruited by the Kaminoans after the Jedi had ordered the Clones, but you were a confusing link and he couldn’t put his proverbial finger on. He knew your age, making a timeline in his mind and seeing how you slotted so effortlessly into that—your time at the Academy began when Jango started to reside in Tipoca City.

“Tech.” He looked up to see your grief-stricken face, the quivering haunt of tears in your eyes as you gazed desperately at him. “What does this mean?”

“I do not know. But I would presume he did not sell you to the Trandoshans. That someone quite possibly discovered who you really were and they decided you were a worthy trophy.” You swallowed harshly, your hands twisting so the skin on your fingers rippled. “Stitch. You are remembering.”

“I don’t want it,” you whispered. “All this time he’s been a blank space in my mind, a—a dark shadow that had no face or voice and suddenly,” your eyes magnetised to his and he watched with utter fascination as your pupils dilated. “I’m surrounded by him.”

Tech felt a flash of something hot in his stomach and he wanted to reach for your hand but he knew the no touching barrier was up. He could tell by the way you recoiled, the panic in your eyes and the clawing of your nails in the vain hope the pain would release you from the demons that hounded you.

“I don’t want to go back there,” you whimpered, your eyes closing and forcing the tears to dash on your cheeks. He needed to do something.

“Am I a far enough deviation from his likeness, so that I may provide some comfort?” Tech asked quickly, his fingers flexing in his lap.

“I—I,” your throat was closing up and he could tell you couldn’t fight your mind. He pushed himself up, wincing slightly at the dull pain in his leg, but the brace did it’s job and he was able to walk the few paces towards you.

“I have witnessed you hold yourself in times of deep distress, I am therefore led to believe that deep pressure may be beneficial to alleviate your symptoms.” He needed you to say yes, he needed you to acknowledge what he was saying but he refused to touch you unless you gave him permission.

He eyed you carefully, counting the quickness of your breaths, concluding you were heading for hyperventilation if you didn’t slow down. “Stitch.” Your eyes were restless but when he said your name in such a firm tone you focussed. “Breathe in for four.” It took a few goes but you did it, dragging a deep breath in. “Hold for four.” His arms ached, he knew that if you let him he could help even more, stimulating your brain with oxytocin and helping keep the panic at bay. “Breathe out for four.” Your breath was shaky, the sobs threatening to ruin your hard work as your face became anguished once more.

You shifted away from the wall and automatically his arms came up. You dived into them, snaking your hands around him and he wrapped his own around you, squeezing as hard as he rested his cheek on the top of your head. He could feel the effect of your closeness, the warmth that bled from your body, the rush of his own heady oxytocin and it helped distract from the pain in his leg.

Your body was shaking, each shiver slightly less than the one before but they turned into deep sobs that soaked through into his chest. He didn’t move, not wanting to unsettle you and he knew he’d stay here for as long as you needed him.

The longer he stood there the more he realised he liked this with you. It wasn’t solely for your benefit anymore and he found himself coming to a realisation about himself that he’d never had before.

He had never held a female in such an intimate way, never breathed one in like he was doing to you now, never felt one like he was, as he pressed his fingers into the fabric of your clothes. You were so gentle and soft. So different than anything he’d touched in his short life and he found himself holding you impossibly closer.

“Tech?”

“Mmmhmm?”

“I’m feeling much better now.” Regret, it wasn’t a sensation he was familiar with but he certainly recognised it for what it was when you moved away. “Thank you.”

“I would do it again,” he blurted out.

“That’s good to know.” He caught the smile on your lips, the way your eyes sparkled in the light and found himself wanting your attention more and more. He wanted you to look him in the eyes, he wanted you to touch him with your hands, he wanted to rewind and selfishly go back to 5 minutes ago when he had you in his embrace. He felt oddly empty and bereft now you weren’t in his arms, so he made himself head back to his bed, limping slightly.

“Your leg! Tech!” Deflection, distraction. You needed a change of topic as you wiped the wetness off your face.

“It is fine.”

“Did the brace work ok?” He thought about it, adjusting his goggles as he checked the cybernetic panel he’d applied to the metal frame.

“Yes. Although the rush of oxytocin helped as well.”

“Oxy—,” you word died in your mouth and you coughed. “Yes, that will do it.” You watched as he disconnected the brace, his expression pulling slightly. You drew yourself up, surprised by how much better you felt after being held by Tech. Your insides were with quivering from it still. The way he had enveloped you not just with his arms but his force signature as well, how it coalesced with your own and swept away the negative feelings was something you hadn’t experienced before. It made you want to seek him out even more and with that came the connotations of guilt.

You had to distract yourself, to forget what you’d seen. To hold the clones apart from the man who had looked after you for most of your youth.

“Right,” you announced. “Time for the moment you hate the most.”

“Ah, yes.” He lay flat on the bed and you approached, seeing him settle into the correct position, injured leg outstretched with the other leg bent and foot flat on the bed. Your fingers flexed straight and curled back in again before you touched him, watching his face as he fixed his gaze on a point of the ceiling. You saw the flutter of his eyes, the soft grunt when you ran your hand firmly along his muscle. The wound itself had closed due to being immersed in bacta, leaving only a long thin scar.

“The ache…?”

“A seven,” he breathed. His hands twitched on the covers and you retreated.

“You know the drill.” Tech’s jaw clenched when he raised his injured leg off the bed and you reached out to feel what he was feeling. As he repeated the movement you could feel the ache gathering in your own thigh and you stopped him at 10 reps, noticing the beginnings of sweat on Tech’s forehead.

The next exercise he leaned against the wall, both hands flat and stretched his leg out behind him, but Tech kept bending his knee and you had to intervene. “Tech, feel my hands.” Grabbing his thigh you felt him flinch, a soft noise falling from his slightly open mouth and he accidentally donked his head on the wall.

“I am struggling,” he stiltedly admitted and you nodded.

“I know, but these exercises have to be done correctly. Now, concentrate.” Gently you ran your hands down his leg, straightening out his knee and helping him lift. “Can you feel that?” You asked, sensing the pull in his muscles and he grunted an affirmative. There was a subtle shake in the limb as he held the position and then dropped it. “Good. Next we need to stop you arching your back.” You moved behind him, just off centre and asked him to stretch his leg again, observing the effort he was putting into keeping his knee locked but then his back arched and you planted your hands on him, offering some resistance. “Engage your core, keep yourself steady because we want these muscles to stretch, they need to work to get stronger.”

“How many of these must I complete?” He gasped roughly.

“Three groups of ten.” The sigh he gave you was resigned and you had to stop yourself from telling Tech he could take a break. By the time he’d completed the exercise his body was flushed, sweat gathered between his shoulder blades and his eyes were slightly unfocused. You helped him sit on the edge of the bed, noticing his hands clenching repeatedly and decided to introduce a new exercise tomorrow rather than today.

“This is far more restrictive than I thought it would be,” he admitted into the quiet. “I find myself…at a disadvantage.”

“An injury this severe can be debilitating. The recovery is the hardest part, Tech.” You crouched before him, resting a gentle hand on his leg that was bouncing and he slowly stopped the tapping. How quickly your dynamic had changed from you falling apart to you being a strength for him. You tried not to dwell on it but it made you glow in the inside. “A few days, ok? It will get easier but I will do all I can to get you through this.” His eyes were so clear behind his goggles, drawing your attention as your gazes magnetised together.

He had made the connection many times when you needed it and now you did it for him. It flowed between you, absorbing some of his discomfort and he visibly relaxed with a quiet sigh. “A few days of this and I’ll look at how your pain levels are before we attempt to head outside. Something to work towards.” He nodded and you dropped your gaze, missing the way he leaned subtly into you as you stood up. “Rest, I’ll see if the boys can come visit and bring some food.”

Tech didn’t respond. He watched you from the corner of his eye as you grabbed your datapad, his feelings confused and awkward as he flattened a hand against his thigh. He could still feel your touch, running seamlessly down his leg and the heat came back to his face. He didn’t know why you evoked such a response from him, but he did know it was something he could get used to.

#sanctuary #tech x f!reader #tech x reader(stitch) #tech x reader #tbb tech x reader #tech x you #tbb tech x you #the bad batch

[davinashifts333]

sugar daddy namjoon😌

okay this REALLY made me think but i initially loved the idea, hope this was good.

WHAT NAMJOON BEING YOUR SUGAR DADDY WOULD BE LIKE:

⚫️summary; basically just headcanons of you being Kim Namjoon’s sugar baby. 🥹

⚠️warnings; implied smut, sugar daddy/sugar baby established relationship, swearing, sex for gifts/money/etc. 18+ please go away. thanks.

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-when Namjoon, or as he likes you to call him, Mr. Kim first asked you to be his sugar baby he had no idea he would genuinely prefer spending time with you over his wife.

-after 3 months he divorced his wife to be with you full time. still never establishing a serious relationship but knowing you were his & he was yours.

-he showers you with gifts, jewels, rings, dresses with crystals embedded in the lining, heels with diamonds & accessories GALORE.

-he LOVES to hear you call him; Daddy, Mr. Kim, Daddy Mon, Mr. Monster, Namjoon, etc. he especially likes when you scream his name but that’s for a more private setting.

-Namjoon as a sugar daddy is so demanding yet so sweet. he hated the idea of people claiming you were just a whore or his personal sex toy… which you kind of were but you genuinely cared for one another…

-the Bangtan boys often hear your late night shenanigans so when they see you leaving they always tease you.

“byeeee Y/n, hope you had a fun night! 👀”

-Namjoon never expects it but seeing as he’s a dominant man he would do anything for you, he’s even let you take control sometimes, mostly ending the night with him punishing you for edging him so much.

-the sex is literally GODLY. this man is a BUILT- as Jungkook would say - “Big Body” guy so it’s literally him trying not to break you while he’s ramming himself inside you.

-Namjoon calling you; Babygirl, My Dirty Little Princess, Honey, Sweetheart, Pretty Little Slut, etc. but especially loves calling you Mommy. 🫣

-MAJOR DADDY KINK.

-MAJOR DEGRADING KINK.

-calling you at 3am after he gets home from an awards show so you could help him destress or celebrate.

-obviously you’re younger than him so when he sees you pouting he lightly slaps your cheek before grabbing your face in his hands while telling you;

“Oh sweetheart. Stop pouting before I make you choke on my cock.”

-him flying you from your hometown to Korea (if you’re not from there, if you are he has you driven to the BTS house just to have his way with you).

-buying you a shit load of lingerie just for you to have him rip it off your body.

-saying things that make you melt in every way for him;

“Look how pretty you look all drunk on me. Do I make you wet baby?”

“You feel so good sweetheart. Roll those hips a little harder for me.”

“Cum baby. Cum.”

“Now we don’t want the boys to hear you. Or maybe we do, go ahead… scream my name babygirl.”

“Who bought you this sexy outfit? Go ahead, say it baby.”

-knowing all of his sweet spots so when you’re out together, you make SURE to tease him.

-after care is a MUST he loves bathing with you because it just ends up with a cock warming session.

-SHOWER SEX.

-STUDIO SEX.

-LIMO/CAR SEX.

-obvi he can’t drive so think of it as the song Partition by Beyoncé. driver trying to sneak a peek while he fingers you in the backseat & rips your dress off, only to have to turn back around instead of reaching your destination.

-THESE HOT WORDS COMING OUT OF HIS MOUTH;

“Stop complaining i’ll buy you a new dress. Just get on your knees.”

“You look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth baby.”

“My pretty little slut, get on the bed.”

-he loves physical affection so seeing as you’re the only one who gives it to him the way he likes, he cannot get enough of it. or you.

-when he sees you out at a club in that tight little dress he bought for you & the huge iced out necklace sitting right above your perky tits he takes you to his private room he always has reserved & fuck the living daylights out of you.

-in nicer & sweeter terms he always looks out for you. 

-no matter what he will always be a call away if you need anything.

-one month you barely made rent & had little to no money left for yourself so he had staff go over your head & pay your bills 5 months in advance as well as sending you $3000 so you could be set.

-obviously after you tried to decline the help he had you faced down on the mattress begging him to let you release. im which he had the audacity to say;

“Let your Daddy help you & he’ll let you cum babygirl.” as his paced slowed down & before you could say yes he slammed back into you, turning that yes into a scream.

“Good girl. Daddy’s gonna take care of you don’t worry.”

-mocking him about the ‘expensive girl’ cover he did & making him sing it to you.

-wearing his button up shirts with nothing under it just so he can have easy access.

-idk what else to write because just the THOUGHT OF KIM NAM FUCKING JOON BEING YOUR SUGAR DADDY IS SUCH A TURN ON. k bye i’m done now lol. maybe i’ll make a part 2. maybe not.

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MORE TO COME! ENJOY! 🫶🏼

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[lipglossanon]

it’s ripe spooky season finally and my god i had to stop myself this wasn’t even finished but it’s too long already 🫣 imagine if dark stepdaddy leon and reader went costume shopping and she gets all excited a prop gun and he gets ideas 👀 (which is never a good thing considering him 🤭) but you two get home and he’s instantly back in whatever headspace you wanna call it a dom headspace, daddy headspace whatever and makes you get undressed except your collar and you ask if you can wear clothes which he would normally get upset over but you were flustered so he asked why and you said you liked it when he ripped them off and he helped you pick out a pair of panties, shorts, and a top to wear before taking you back to his room and laying you down asking you if you wanted this to be consensual and you shook your head and he said okay, you two struggled for a bit before he pulled the prop gun out and you said i want the real one i know this one won’t hurt me and pouted so he obliged getting an unloaded one from his desk and coming back to you he’s over top of you pressing the barrel to your head and threatening you when you grab his hand and move it down to your mouth lightly wrapping your lips around it staring at him making him hesitate giving you space to lick the length of it and giggle asking him if he really likes it that much when he smirks you guide his hand to shove it in your mouth making you moan and spread your legs, wishing he could see you close around nothing he tells your take them off so you do and leave your panties on and push them to side so you can slip your middle finger on each hand into your hole and spread yourself for him while he rocks the gun gently into your mouth again making you moan and clench causing him to curse and place the gun in the nightstand drawer and pick the prop gun back up gliding it across your folds so it’s slick when he inches it into your cunt making you loudly moan and cry out daddy while he braces his other hand on your stomach and fucks into you with the barrel of the prop gun when you finally cum around it you’re squeezing it too tight him to remove and when he tried again you remove your fingers and grab his hand pushing the gun further into your pussy while you orgasm and he finally pulls it out and your putting it back in your mouth to suck your juices off of it and he gets an idea and gets up and retreat to bathroom after digging through his dresser and he comes out in (to save the word count re4 remake leon fit,,,, ya know the one) and you squeeze your breasts making you moan and spread your legs just from looking at him while he settles between your spread legs he runs the gun across the inside of your thigh making you tremble and whisper please daddy while he tells you to wait but you’re impatient and start feeling him up and he can’t tell you no when you’re moaning and practically working you’re self into an orgasm from touching/seeing him and he can’t complain when you finally do, your body shakes he holds you’re spasming legs while you shudder as the last of it washes over you and he bends over you to breathily whisper against your ear while you arch your back into his touch “i don’t think you told me how much power i had over you momma” and you’re not even coherent anymore Just Dick™️ at this point like you’re clawing at his pants to free his cock while he chuckles and tells you to slow yourself and you can’t do anything other than whine and he finally pulls himself out and starts stroking it while you lightly touch the tip and watch it jerk slightly so you start pumping it with both hands moaning more than him when he finally gets close you’re practically pulling his torso to you so he’ll be inside you when he comes and he does just that, costing your walls and helping you along by shoving the gun down your throat again making cum instantly

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“i don’t think you told me how much power i had over you momma”

God why is this man fictional 🙄 lol

💀 anon, back at it with another banger 👏 👏

Gun kink is just chefs kiss 😌 especially with dark stepdad. He definitely pairs that with his knife and it gets to the point of when you see them you’re soaking wet 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #dark stepdad!leon s kennedy #gun kink #gun play

[harryconcepts]

part 14 I haven't posted in so long so I have like 6 more of these sitting in my notes app 🫣

the way anne would love you so so much 😔 you're a little nervous to meet Harry's family because they mean so much to him 😔 and he tells you a million times they'll love you because he loves you and because you're amazing 😔 and then when you finally get to the house Anne is so excited to meet you and she says "I've heard so much about you, harry never stops going on about you" and you look at him and he's blushing so hard and looking at his feet 😔 and then that night when you're brushing your teeth and doing your skincare and he's watching you from the bed with the most lovey look on his face and when you climb in next to him he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead and says how much he loves you 😔 and how happy he is that you've met his mom and how she loves you so much 😔 then Anne is so happy watching the two of you together because she can tell you make him so happy 😔

i'm literally going to throw up harry staying on the line after you're asleep ...,.... he realizes you're out pretty fast but he's not ready to hang up on you yet 😭😭so maybe he talks softly for a bit, telling you how much he misses you and loves you and can't wait to see you again 😭

when you and harry have sex without a condom for the first time he is just absolutely feral, telling you how good you feel and how you're going to make him cum 😵‍💫 he rubs his fingers over your clit and says "i know you're close baby, can feel you squeezing me, are you gonna cum for me?" 😵‍💫 and you nod and tuck your face in his neck 😵‍💫

I'm literally so h word thinking about harry being on top when you're kissing 😵‍💫he loves being able to lay between your legs and touch all over your body and feel your little whimpers against his lips 😵‍💫 and the way you grip into his shoulders and whisper "please" when you're getting worked up 😵‍💫

no because ruby or other little kids calling him harry 😭😭😭😭 they're all "haaaaaarry come play with me" and he can't say no to them 😭😭😭😭 he sits at their tiny tea parties and and makes funny voices to talk as their stuffed animals and he plays hide and seek but he stands somewhere they can obviously see them 😭 like under the table with his feet sticking halfway out and when they say "I found you!" he acts soooo surprised 😭

and after she says goodnight to him you take the phone back and go in the other room to talk to him and you just say "harry i miss you so much" and he says "i know honey, I miss you too" and you're so sad but he says "please don't be too sad, I'll be back before you know it" and you nod and he says "can you bring me back in the room? i have a special request for our girl" so you do and hand her the phone and you hear him saying "your mama is a bit sad right now, so i need you to give her extra love until i get home okay?" and she nods very seriously 😭 then you get the phone back and he says "now you have love from both of us to tide you over until I'm home" 😔

i think Harry reeeeeeally likes finding out what you like during sex 🫠 he subtly tries all sorts of things to figure out what makes you moan and clench on him and one day he says "such a good girl, always make me feel so good" and you cum literally seconds later 🫠 and then after he's soooooo cocky and saying "guess you like being called my good girl, hm?" and he smirks when you hide your face so he won't see how much you're blushing 🫠 and then he calls you his good girl all the time just you rile you up 🫠

harry is definitely obsessed with the way you smell 😵‍💫 before he goes down on you hes holding your legs apart and pulling you closer and he take a big breath in and says "you smell so fucking good baby, gonna let me have a taste? make you feel good?" and kisses the inside of your thighs when you whimper 😵‍💫

yes I will be inserting myself into every lyric of as it was SO you're harrys best friend and he's been really sad lately, he's kind of cutting himself off from everyone and everything and one day you call him and the whole "you're no good alone" convo happens and you tell him you're coming over and he tries to argue but you put your foot down and a few minutes you're at his door and you tell him to get dressed because you're going for a walk 😔 he doesn't feel like leaving but you insist the fresh spring air will make him feel better 😔

staying at Harrys house and you're just chilling in bed and then his phone alarm goes off and he says "excuse me i have to make a call" and he taps around a bit and then lifts the phone to his ear and says "hiiiiii ruby" with a huge smile on his face ....., he asks her about her day and finishes the call by telling her to have amazing dreams ...,......

a few months before Harry's album release stuff starts really gearing up he would definitely take you on a long vacation 😔 he says stuff is about to get pretty hectic and he never wants you to think he doesn't care about you anymore so he wants to make sure you get to spend time together as much as possible beforehand 😔 you spend a few weeks in Italy or some tropical island or wherever you feel like, walking around exploring and eating lots of delicious food and having lots of sex 😔

what about being soooo drunk and harry is just watching you and trying to keep you from getting in too much trouble and then you see the pool out of the corner of your eye and your face lights up and he sees what you're thinking right away and he goes "nope... no, we are not going swimming right now" and you beg and beg until finally he gives in and says "go get your suit then" and he helps you into it because you're a little unsteady and then when you get in the water the two of you just float around for a bit, youre wrapped around him and the two of you are just talking and laughing and everything is lit by the dim pool and porch lights and you can see so many stars 😔

harry "helping" you study but every time you get a question right he gives you a kiss and almost every time it leads to a mini makeout sesh 😌

harry would be hyping you uppppp every time you get your nails done he would be all "let me see them baby!" and he would take your fingers to get a good look at them :( then he would give each finger a kiss :(

going to a party with harry and he tells you to enjoy yourself because he's not planning to drink that night so you get a liiiiiitle (a lot) tipsy and he's just watching you and laughing at you 😭 hes just entertaining all your rambling and he thinks you're so cute 😭 then when you're ready to go he helps you off your chair because you're a little wobbly and he says "alright cutie, let's get you home" and then once you're home he helps you get your makeup off and get you ready for bed 😭 he sets out some Tylenol and water on the nightstand because he knows you won't feel great in the morning 😭 and then he kisses your cheek and tell you how much he loves you 😭

NOOOOO harry taking care of you when you're drunk 😭 he turns his back for one second and when he looks back he sees you're gone and he's just like 🙄oh boy 🙄 he finds you in the kitchen trying to open a box of mac n cheese 😭 and he says "whyyyy don't we try that in the morning" and pulls you back toward the bathroom 😭 and he says "let's get your pajamas on hm?" and starts to unzip your dress so you gasp and say "are you trying to get me naked? how improper of you 😤" and he just laughs and says "you're a menace when you're drunk, you know that?"

harry probably hangs mistletoe alllll over his house around Christmas time and then he's constantly going "oh noooo looks like you got caught under the mistletoe 😌guess we'll have to kiss 😌"

no he woild do stuff like that all the time, coming up to you and being all 👀 hey pretty girl are you here alone 😌 and you say "no actually I'm here with my boyfriend" and he would say "well he doesn't have to know 😌" as he leans in to kiss you 🫠

but best friend harry being a flirty pest at a wedding you're both at 😌 he's following you around and telling you how pretty you look and at one posts he asks you to come back to his room and you're not sure if he means it like ~that~ but you agree and as soon as he closes the door behind him he says "I've wanted to kiss you all night... can I?" and you basically jump on him 😌 and since he's annoying he would giggle a bit and pull away to say "guess I'll take that as a yes?" and you just roll your eyes and kiss him again 😌

harry would love having you come over to his house 😔 just both of you doing your own thing but being in each other's space 😔maybe you're both on opposite ends of the couch each reading your own book or being on your phone but your feet are touching at the middle 😔after a while he asks if you're hungry or need anything so you decide to make a little snack together 😔then you're in the kitchen together, he lifts you up on the counter top and stands between your legs with his hands on your waist and he's looking at you with the most lovey face while you talk about whatever 😔

harry would think it's so cute watching you do your little nighttime routines ☹️ like I have to make my bed every night so the blankets are all straight before i can sleep and I feel like he would love it so much and he would help you☹️

harry asking you to touch yourself for him, he's guiding you and telling you exactly what to do and he has to keep telling you "slow down, we have all night and there's no rush" bc he likes to drag things out and make you whine 😵‍💫

harry definitely has a begging kink and I'm going to scream and cry just thinking about it, he edges you over and over with his mouth and fingers until you're shaking and nearly in tears and begging him to do anything and just let you come and he presses a gentle kiss between your legs and says "you're doing so good for me baby, can you give me a few more?" and you know he's nowhere near done with you 😵‍💫

do we think harry is more of a lights on or lights off guy during sex 🫠 i can see both bc he definitely likes to see you but also there's something about dim soft lighting and only being able to see faint outlines that makes him feel a little feral 🫠

harry would never tell you he's tired he would just slowly lean more and more on you until he's basically completely on top of you and his eyelids droop more and more but when you ask if he's ready for bed he says "no I'm not even that tired"

he's on the couch and you walk past and he puts his hand on your waist to stop you and says "come here, let's kiss for a bit" and pulls you onto him 😵‍💫

soooo many guys are so confident about their skills in bed and they do not deserve to be but harry.... he deserves to be <3

sleepy sex with Harry.... 🤌🏻🤌🏻 he knows you're more sensitive than usual and he's just whispering in your ear how good you are and how good you feel 😵‍💫 he holds you so close to him and reaches around to rub circles on your clit 😵‍💫

smoking with harry and you're both feeling a little sleepy and needy so you're just laying against each other kissing slowly and moaning into each other's mouths 😵‍💫

I'm gonna cry after you've been kissing for a while he pulls away a little out of breath and says "want you to show me- show me how you make yourself feel good" and you don't catch on right away but then you get what he's saying and your eyes go wide and you say "you want me to- really?" and he nods and says "want to see you touch yourself, show me exactly what you like" and you're so turned on so you nod and push him back a little so you can get your shorts off 😵‍💫 but he stops you and says "let me help with that?" and pulls them off for you 😵‍💫 then he sits back and says "go ahead baby, show me what you do when I'm not here" 😵‍💫 then he's encouraging you the whole time and telling you what a good girl you are doing what he asked 😵‍💫 he can't take his eyes off you but he doesn't know whether to watch your fingers or your face 😵‍💫 and he's so turned on he can't help but reach into his pants and toucu himself too 😵‍💫 and then you pull him in and kiss him so you're just moaning against his lips when you come 😵‍💫 and he kisses you through it and as you're coming down he murmurs "now that I know what you like, i think it's my turn to do the touching" and he flips you over so he's on top 😵‍💫

harry would loooove to have you do his makeup 😔 he has you sit on his lap and he lets you curl his eyelashes and give him some cute eyeliner 😔 then afterwards you tell him how pretty he looks and he's just smiling and blushing and holding your hips 😔

harry is going to be the best dad ever 😔 he carries his babe around with him everywhere and narrates everything he does and pretends he understands her little babbling noises 😔 he gives her kisses on the cheek every few minutes and whenever you're out he sends you pictures of the two of them doing random stuff togerher 😔

i feel like harry randomly gets in a filthy mood where he's just all over you kissing you constantly 😵‍💫 he probably loves to have you under him so he can hold your hands above your head and grind on you a bit 😵‍💫 and he pulls back a bit to kiss your neck and he leaves a few little love bites 😵‍💫 he runs his thumb over the pink spot and smiles at the way your breath hitches 😵‍💫

he pulls you away from the group pretending he needs to talk to you and then he just gives you a kiss and says "I'm sorry, just needed to kiss you" and gives you another 😔 then when you're ready to go back he says "just stay a few more minutes, I'll miss you if you go" and he's so cute you just can't say no 😔

once you stay over at Harry's house for the first time he's always begging you to stay the night 😭 he says he'll miss you so much and he'll be lonely without you and he promises to make you breakfast in the morning (but he calls it brekkie because he's a baby) and he's kissing all over your face to make you giggle and say yes 😭

no because harry would be such a fucking TEASE all the time during sex, always edging you like that anon said and saying "oh did you want something? you want me to make you come don't you?" and smiling when you whine at him to keep going 😵‍💫

i think Harry is into some light name calling 🫠 like when he's been teasing you for a while and you're whining for him to touch you like you want or just do anything he smirks and says "you're a bit of a slut for it, aren't you?" 🫠 sorry to feminism but that's 🫠

harry knowing you're inexperienced so he's always slow and careful with everything he does and then one day you're just making out on the bed and he starts trailing kisses down your jaw and neck and he bites down a little and you gasp and grip his shoulder and he murmurs "I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry" and licks over the spot gently 😵‍💫

ok this is so niche but in my anatomy class we're learning the bones and muscles and my teacher encourages us to find things on ourselves or a partner to visualize better where everything is and how certain muscles move and why do I feel like harry would be so down to help you 😭 he just sits and lets you touch all over him, he maybe giggles when you brush over a sensitive spot on his tummy but overall he's a very helpful model 😌 and he would be all cute and asking you to tell him the names of everything ☹️ and then when you're done he goes "okay my turn now!" and tries to name all your bones but he doesn't remember most the names so he makes stuff up or says something like "the pointy one with the little floop" and you're both just laughing the whole time ☹️

wahhhhh harry would be so good about making sure you take breaks ☹️ he brings you a snack and asks if you need anything else and you barely even look up at him before you nod and just keep working and then he comes back a while later and sees you haven't eaten anything and he just sighs and says "baby it's time to take a break" and you shake your head and say "I need to work on this" and he slowly closes your computer even though you're arguing the whole time and he pulls it away from you and says "you are going to take a break and we are going to eat a snack and watch a movie" and you know he right so you just nod and let him pull you against him and hold you ☹️ and he holds a granola bar up to your lips to get you to take a bite ☹️ and your water to make sure you're drinking enough ☹️

speaking of spreading you open harry definitely does that during sex when he's laying between your legs he uses his thumbs to spread you apart just to look at you 😵‍💫 he says "you're soaking, baby, such a needy little thing" as you whimper and try to move your hips 😵‍💫then he says "and you smell so good... but you taste even better" and leans forward to lick you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

sex with Harry would literally be so overwhelming because it's so intense and he always makes your pleasure his priority 😵‍💫 and he's so into teasing and foreplay and making you beg to get what you want 😵‍💫 and he's probably into making you come more than once if you're up for it because he loves seeing your face when you're feeling that good 😵‍💫

I bet harry likes having his hand on your neck when you're kissing 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 maybe squeezing a little every few minutes but mostly just resting there because he likes to feel your heartbeat and feel a little bit in control 😵‍💫

harry would be so happy when you fall asleep on him 😔 when he can feel your breathing even out and see the way your fingers curl around his shirt 😔 he loves knowing you trust him and feel safe with him 😔

i think Harry would definitely make a song that includes the two of you moaning 😵‍💫 maybe some steamy home studio moments or something of the sort 😵‍💫 maybe it's a private song he keeps just for the two of you but still 😵‍💫

I'm going to sob and cry the thought of harry walking around with you the evening before the album drops, holding hands and sharing earbuds so you can listen together and he gives you his sweatshirt because it got a little chilly and everything is glowing golden because the sun is setting

i fear harry likes dragging things out during sex 🫣 he likes edging you and taking his time to make you absolutely desperate before he even considers letting you come 🫣 he waits until you're begging him and close to tears before he finally gives you what you want 🫣 I'm so afraid of him 🫣

college bf harry fucking you one morning and then after he glances at the clock and swears bc he's running late for class so he jumps up and starts rushing to get ready but before he leaves he leans over you and braces his hands on the pillow beside your head and he says "I'll be back in an hour, and you'll still be here. I'm not done with you yet" then he gives you a quick kiss on your forehead and walks out 😵‍💫

harry styles would definitely get a tattoo of your handwriting 😔 and he says it's so he can have you with him even when you're apart 😔

i bet harry likes taking your chin between his fingers and getting you to look at him before he kisses you 🫠 and i bet he also likes making you look at him during sex bc he knows eye contact makes you 🦋🦋

harry is perfect for me actually because I know he likes sleeping with his arms and legs over you. and recently i learned that I have a very hard time sleeping without my weighted blanket so I think we would be a perfect fit <3

I just got my period and i literally feel like shit and I feel like harry would be so good 😭 bringing you medicinr and a heating pad and holding it against your stomach to help you feel better 😔 and if you had mood swings he wouldn't get mad at you he would just go with it and keep being sweet with you 😔 he would take a nap with you even if he wasn't tired and he would get a bath ready for you 😔 and he would make you food and overall he the best ever 😔

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles/reader #harry styles/you #harry concept #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles

[after-dark02]

🦉Okay but anon ..what does feel like to empty your balls

Anatomy is hard

Hey there 🦉

Hey, @crispy-pancakes I think this question is for you. I’d like to know too… I mean I’ve got my imagination and you could maybe confirm or deny but I’ve noticed how sometimes just before a guy comes his balls start to creep up and up and up until you see them almost squeezing just to get out all the cum. What does that feel like what are the overall sensations you get… maybe it would help you see what we mean if I describe how it is for me?

Like I know just before I’m about to cum, I feel myself getting tighter and tighter and tighter, tension just building until it just… releases and the muscles clench and release over and over.

Right before I tip over the edge I become very aware of my whole body, feel little zaps like electricity all tingly starting at my clit and travelling to my fingers and toes. It feels soooooo good 🥴

When I have my fingers buried inside me I can feel my wetness gushing around them, all sticky and clinging to the inside. I can feel it dribble between my ass cheeks a bit, sometimes I end up with a wet patch on my bed 🫣 I wonder what it feels like to squirt, really wish I could but I don’t know how 😞

But I’ll also say my little piece here too…

I did think about you in the shower, teased myself a whole lot and typing this out really isn’t making things any easier 🫣 but unfortunately I don’t have time to finish 😞 I really can’t wait to get back to my place so I can really go to town with some toys 🥺 you guys have got me so worked up and horny every time we talk 😘 thank you for that I mean it, hope you have fun too 💕

#🦉 anon #crispy-pancakes #ask response #and a little msg #nsft