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willowbelle · 2 months

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The Right Direction

zoro & falling in love with you

per this request from my 500 follower event!

❤︎ roronoa zoro x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: dom!zoro, teasing, first time sex, thigh-riding, oral sex (f!receiving), piv sex, reassurance, praise, hair-pulling, rough sex

summary: poetic beginning, zoro is head over heels in love, jokes about how zoro is directionally challenged (lol) zoro is a bit jealous, gives in to his longing, zoro is very skilled with his mouth (three-sword style, duh ;) first time sex, porn with plot, zoro confesses his love. (awe)

word count: ~5,000 (omg)

tagging: @bby-deerling @eelnoise

The Right Direction

Falling in love with you was a sensation that crept up on Zoro quietly, unexpectedly, and with no warning signs.

It was an allconsuming feeling that took him abruptly, tugged at his heartstrings, and left him utterly and painfully smitten.

Zoro is persistent in all that he does; headstrong and resilient, forcing himself through the trenches without a second thought.

This quality remains true as he attempts to make you his.

He’s guarded, of course, desperately attempting to conceal the fact that he is so blatantly head over heels in love with you.

He carefully masks his emotions behind a facade of casual indifference, forcing himself to maintain his typical cool demeanor even as his insides churn and scream with longing.

Though he may feign disinterest, his heart pumps your name into his veins with every beat; loud, intense, unavoidable.

Your form is etched into every crevice of his brain, your voice a permanent chorus in his ears. No matter how hard he tries, you remain an indelible mark, intoxicating and exhilarating.

You’ve ignited something within him; a flame that courses through his veins and makes him feel new; uncharacteristically tingly and vulnerable. You coax these feelings out of the innermost parts of him; parts he'd never shared with anyone.

He often finds himself disappearing into his mind to find you; materializing your image beneath his eyelids, fantasizing about what it would be like to call you his. Your essence permeates every corner of his body, and he can no longer ignore the unmistakable presence you've marked within him.

He avoids your gaze, tilts his head up and wrinkles his nose to deny you conversation; he’s messy and obvious, but it’s fun to play along.

_____

The others notice, too; Zoro’s quieter than usual, more reserved. This brute of a man seems softer, now, entrapped in the sway of fantasy and daydreaming.

He’s been overtaken by something greater than he’s ever experienced, more compelling than sword fights, even. It’s new, foreign; it’s the unmistakable sensation of falling in love.

You've unknowingly embed yourself into every fiber of his being, having taken command of his every move, sitting confidently on your throne in his skull.

Zoro’s entrapped by emotion, and for once, he’s careful where he places his feet.

He’s quiet, sturdy, cautious. But, he persists, like he always does; bold and confidently, almost embarrassingly so.

_____

“What’s got you so quiet lately, Zoro?” Nami questions, “You seem real out of it lately.”

“I’m always quiet,” the green-haired man grumbles, not even wasting the energy to open his eyes as he sits relaxed against the wood panelling of The Sunny.

“Yeah, I know,” the young navigator chuckles, “But this seems different.”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” he sighs indifferently.

His good eye opens suddenly, ears having pricked up by the mere sound of your footsteps.

He knows you’re there before you've even arrived; chatting and laughing with Luffy as the two of you walk into the main area of the ship.

Nami notices the shift in his demeanor as you waltz by; his typical stoic behavior has dissolved entirely, and he’s now anxiously tapping his fingertips on the wooden floor, iris following your every move with a level of precision that simply couldn’t be brushed off.

A smirk tugs at the lips of orange-haired woman, and she hums knowingly,

“Ah, I see.”

“Shut up,” Zoro rasps, he’s talking to Nami, of course, but his head has tilted in the direction of your body, entranced by the hypnotic sway of your hips as you and Luffy make your way into the kitchen.

A twinge of possessiveness pricks at his skin, and although he knows Luffy is quite innocuous, and you’re certainly not his, he still gives in to the pull of his domineering tendencies.

“Fuck, hold on,” he groans, rising to his feet, following you and the captain.

Nami chuckles softly to herself as the swordsman departs,

“I see.”

_____

The kitchen is warm and lively like usual; crewmates strewn about the dining room haphazardly as they chat loudly about nothing and everything all at once.

Zoro immediately spots you, even amidst the ruckus; he’s grown quite fond of your appearance, you seem to always catch his eye.

You’re standing in the corner of the dining room, shoulders parallel to the table as you lean against the wall. You’re turned towards Luffy, head thrown back as you clutch your stomach, laughing at something the captain said.

Zoro’s heart feels funny in his scarred chest, but he can’t quite place the feeling. He feels hot; hot and anxious, seeing you there with someone else.

He grits his teeth and clutches the satin binding around his abdomen, moving forward with purpose.

For once in his life, this stubborn man lets his yearning takes the reigns and lead him in the right direction.

He advances next to you, wedging his broad shoulders between you and the captain, mirroring your action as he leans against the wall.

The sudden intrusion frightens you a bit, and you jump, playfully swatting at his muscular shoulder,

“Jeez, Zoro, don't sneak up on us like that!”

Luffy grins brightly, happy to see his right-hand-man joining in on the festivities.

“Hi, Zoro!” Luffy’s signature laugh erupts from his chest as he roughly pats the swordsman on the back.

“Luffy,” Zoro begins, lifting a muscular arm to point towards the stove where Sanji’s busily working, “Cook’s almost done, don’t let your food get cold.”

“Oh, you’re right! Thanks, Zoro!” Luffy beams, immediately perking up and bouncing off the wall, making his way towards the cook. “Sanjiiii!” the rubber man whines, his voice trailing off as he continues on.

You chuckle softly at your captain’s one-track mind and turn towards Zoro, expecting him to be laughing, too.

Except, he’s not. His face is like stone, per usual, utterly serious, his brooding demenour burning holes into your visage.

“Y/n, come with me,” he grumbles, voice low and hushed.

“What?” you question, tilting your head. Surely, you'd heard him incorrectly.

The green-haired man says nothing, just grabs your delicate hand in his strong, calloused one, leading you away from the kitchen.

“Can’t ignore it anymore,” the tall man grumbles, his back turned to you as you blindly follow his lead.

“I-Ignore what?” you stutter, “Zoro?”

_____

Desire has crept up his spine and sunk its claws into his shoulders, digging into his neck to nip at his ear; it's unavoidable, now, and he has no choice but to give in to its unwavering persistence.

In an instant, you’re twirled around and pressed against the wall of the hallway, Zoro immediately closes the gap, his chapped lips crashing onto yours with such intensity it makes your brain rattle in your skull.

The kiss is rough and electrifying in its suddenness, but Zoro is skilled, lacing his rough fingers through your hair as his thick tongue pushes its way into your unsuspecting mouth.

“Mmm!” you let out a surprised whine at the intrusion, but welcome it, running your delicate hand along his jawline, cupping his face in your palm.

He tastes like salt and booze but you like it.

You can faintly hear his golden earrings jingling as your mouths dance together, and your lips turn upwards into a smile against his.

“Whatcha smilin’ about?” the tall man grumbles into your mouth.

You playfully bite his bottom lip in response, gently tugging on the tender flesh, “I see the way you look at me," you giggle against his lips, "How long have you been waitin’ to do that, Zoro?”

He hesitates, silently weighing the choice between remaining in his familiar role as the silent, indifferent figure in the corner, or yielding to your inquiry. Though he desires to cling to comfort, something new tickles at his throat, threatening to escape.

“Too long,” he groans.

At his confession, you grant him control again, removing your teeth from his lip and pressing your tongue against his once more.

You’re ravenous, tugging on his shirt collar to get him closer, pressing your lips against his with such intensity it feels as though you’re melding into one.

You’re a moaning, sweaty mess; you’ve never been kissed like this before.

He’s rough with his lips, but kind, still, calloused thumb tracing circles into the apple of your cheek as his drool spills down your chin.

Your crewmate moaning into your mouth, his fingers dancing in your hair as he keeps you pressed firmly against the wall, coupled with the way your tongues are dancing together so intensely, passionately, you feel your head start to grow fuzzy.

You begin to lose yourself, entranced in the bliss of the embrace, so you pull away, huffing,

“Zoro,” you whine, “Please.”

He groans at the loss of contact before pulling away, too, taking a precautionary glance down the hallway.

“Walls are thin,” he grumbles, “My room,” he grabs your hand once more, pulling you along, “Let’s go.”

You don’t even think twice before following the swordsman, for once, you place your trust in this stubborn man to lead the way.

Soon enough, you’re kissing again, but this time, Zoro’s seated on his bed with you standing in front of him.

He slides his big, strong hands up and down your sides; he’s greedy with his touches, softly massaging your flesh in his calloused palms as they move up and down your ribcage.

He makes you feel small and you like it, as if he could pick you up and throw you, but still catch you if you fall.

“Come on,” he mumbles against your mouth, moving one hand down to pat his thigh, “Sit.”

You acquiesce immediately, straddling his big thigh, whining in pleasure at the new sensation. You silently curse in your head, you’ve already relinquished control to this man and you’ve only just begun; he’s got you hook, line, and sinker, and he knows it.

“Good,” he chuckles softly, lips turning upwards against yours at his ability to command you so easily.

“Shut up,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his strong neck, lips melding together once more.

His hands travel down, gripping your hips firmly. He instantly begins to move you, rocking your hips back and forth, earning delicious moans to escape from your lips as your needy sex grinds back and forth against his muscular thigh.

“W-Wait,” you rasp, and he does, holding you still and glancing up at you, “I-I want to feel you” you whine, tugging at his shirt.

He averts his gaze as his hands travel down to wrap his fingers underneath the hem of his shirt. You’d never seen him like this, he looked shy.

His fingers trace along the fabric for a moment before he slowly lifts it up and over his head. Your eyes widen as his physique is revealed; you’d seen him shirtless before, but never like this. This was passionate, vulnerable. As the fabric is peeled away, the contours of his muscles greet your eyes, and you twitch, core tightening at the sight. He’s toned and tan, beautiful.

The long scar spanning diagonally across his chest, from his shoulder to his lower abdomen, was enticing. It added the allure of something foreign to you; danger, strength, leaving you openly oggling and aching to know more.

His gaze meets yours again, and the sight of your astounded face makes a dark blush rush to his cheeks.

He pushes the shyness down, as is his custom, arrogance surfacing once more.

“Like what you see?” he smirks playfully.

You lean forwards to plant a soft kiss to his thick neck.

“You tell me,” you start, your voice a sultry whisper as you begin to kiss down his neck and chest, “Seem like I like it?”

Although he tries to push it down, a low groan inevitably escapes from his throat, making him tense at his own vocals.

The unsuspected noise makes you smirk against his bronzed skin, satisfied with your ability to make this silent, stoic man groan from a mere kiss.

You prepare to jest, but he beats you to it, already speaking before you can interject

“Don’t start,” he groans, “You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this,” he admits.

And with that simple confession, you’re the one blushing, instinctively rocking your hips against his thigh.

A satisfied noise escapes from Zoro, “See,” he smirks, “You’re no better.”

You know he’s right, so you dodge protesting, unapologetically grinding your hips back and forth as you continue to kiss down the contours of his muscles.

“Fuck,” his head teeters back as he curses, solid hands finding their place in your hair.

He leans back to rest on his forearms, giving you more access to his torso. He watches on as you make your way down, shuffling off him to sink to your knees in front of the mattress.

Realization strikes and he leans forward to cup your chin in his big palm, tilting your face upwards to meet his gaze.

“Stop,” he commands, making your eyes widen, fearful that you’ve done something wrong. However, he smirks again, settling your nerves, “Swap with me.”

Heat rushes to your face and finds its home in your core; taken off guard by his suddenness and unwavering desire to please you.

You listen, of course, rising to your feet as he does the same. He swiftly lifts you, making you giggle in surprise as he gently tosses you onto the plush mattress.

He takes your previous position, sinking to his knees in front of the bed, his large hands instantly finding their place on each of your thighs.

He squeezes your plush flesh firmly, sliding his hot palms up and down your legs teasingly. You sigh in pleasure at the contact, letting your head fall back onto the mattress as you let the green-haired swordsman worship your timid body.

He continues his gentle pursuit, sliding his hands up to meet the fabric of your denim shorts. He taps your leg with the rough padding of his fingertip, making you crane your neck to look down at him,

He shoots you a questioning glance, silently asking for permission to remove your clothing.

Your heart warms at his request for consent, and you nod softly, making his lips tick upwards into a gentle smile.

A rough palm slides up your body, prompting you to relax against the mattress once more.

His thick fingers find their way to the button and zipper of your shorts, one hand traveling to the side to grip the waistband as the other works diligently on the metal confinements.

Your body tingles and goosebumps begin to bud all over your skin as the sound of your zipper along its track meet your ears; this was really happening.

Zoro’s fingers curl under your waistband and you instinctively raise your hips to aid him in sliding the fabric off your body.

“Thank you,” he smirks.

You take the opportunity to remove your shirt and bra, too, and he watches, unashamed at his blatant desire to gaze upon your naked form. His eye widens at the sight of your pretty breasts, your nipples hardening as the cool air meets them.

“Fuck,” he says, his tone is soft, but ridden with admiration as he openly ogles you, “You’re beautiful,” he praises, sliding a hand up to grasp your left breast as he nuzzles his face between your thighs.

His warmth breath meeting your slit through your panties causes a desperate, shaky whine to escape from your lips. You crane your neck to gaze down at him, your bottom lip tucking under your teeth at the sight. You nibble at the tender flesh, desperately awaiting his next action.

He slides both hands down to rest on your trembling knees before spreading your thighs, making you suck a suprised gasp into your lungs.

He shoots you a wolfish grin, gaze never leaving yours as he playfully bites at the soft fabric of your panties.

“Mm!” you whimper softly, head rolling back as heat rushes to your face, eyes screwing shut tightly in anticipation.

He kisses along the soft skin of your inner thighs before taking the waistband of your panties between his teeth.

“Hey,” he speaks clearly, despite still clenching down on the fabric, “Look at me.”

His lusful command has you complying instantly, despite your embarrassment, and you find yourself leaning up on your forearms to gaze down at the green-haired man between your legs. The sight alone makes your core tighten and flood with warmth.

As soon as your eyes meet his, he begins pulling. He slowly inches your underwear down your thighs, all the way down, allowing them to fall down your calves and pool at your ankles.

He kisses up your legs again, making your lip tremble as you whimper desperately for him.

He smirks in response to your silent plea, rewarding you with a firm, wet kiss to your aching slit.

“Sh-Shit,” you hiss, back arching off the mattress instinctively at the long-awaited contact.

You keep your eyes on him, just as he instructed, and he continues to worship you, fingers moving in to spread your wet folds, making you whine. He plants a line of passionate kisses down your needy slit, lips meeting your entrance to kiss it before slipping his tongue through his lips and swiping at your weeping opening.

“F-Fuck,” you curse, “Z-Zoro…” “Mmm,” he moans against your cunt, “You taste so good.”

His tongue works diligently from the get-go, lapping at your slit like he’s starving and you’re his last meal.

“Ah, fuck,” you moan shakily, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead as the man between your legs works greedily; each flick of his hot, thick tongue making stars erupt beneath your eyelids.

Flames of pleasure tickle your skin, singeing your flesh as Zoro works his way upwards, instinctively latching onto your aching clit and sucking ravenously at the swollen nub.

The sensation makes you cry out, delicate hands darting down to rest atop his head, trembling fingers lacing in his hair and tugging needily at the moss-colored strands.

Euphoria washes over him, the culmination of receiving everything he’s ever wanted finally hitting him. He’s between your legs, your legs, and the desire to please you overpowers any other craving he’s ever experienced. You top everything, even his passion for swords, his desire to become the world’s greatest swordsman, you reign supreme.

He wants nothing more than to please you, love you, make you come undone beneath his touch. He wants to burn himself into your brain and fill your head with nothing but visions of him, his name falling from your slack jaw over and over again like a needy prayer.

And here you are, doing just that.

He continues his pursuit, pressing his face into your cunt harder as his tongue darts up and down from your weeping opening to your pulsing clit.

Your legs begin to tremble, but Zoro’s grip remains firm; keeping your thighs wide open so he can continue his dirty work.

He’s groaning into you, earning just as much pleasure from this as you are. His gaze is penetrating, not leaving your face as you squirm beneath him. It’s undeniably magnetic, captivating, and as much as you want to throw your head back and avert your gaze, you can’t. He’s locked onto you with unyielding intensity, and you reciprocate, staring down at him, face red and mouth hanging slack as you pant. He looks unbelievably good like this, natural, even, as if his face was always meant to be slotted between your quivering legs.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he presses, his low voice clear as day even as it’s hungrily suckling on your clit.

You’re astounded by his ability, his gifted mouth, and then you remember,

“Th-The three-sword-style pays off, huh?” you tease, words shaky as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“You tell me,” he replies smugly, slowly shaking his head back and forth to treat your clit with more stimulation, "Does it?"

“Fuck!” you cry out, relinquishing control, allowing your orgasm to take the reigns, washing over you with such intensity it feels as though you’re levitating.

Your veins tingle beneath your skin, and you tremble, gushing onto the swordsman’s skillful tongue, earning a low grown from him.

“Mm, fuck,” he growls, continuing to lap at your pulsating sex, overstimulating you beyond belief.

You’re twitching and gasping for air, legs snapping shut around Zoro’s head as he slurps up all that you’ve given him.

He leans up, chin coated in your essence, a confident grin spreading across his face as he revels in his sense of accomplishment.

He rises to his feet, making your chin tilt upwards as you stalk his movements.

His scarred chest heaves up and down as he gazes down at you, attempting to catch his breath, too.

In an instant, his stong hands are at the waistband of his pants, working diligently to remove the fabric. He slides them down his tanned, muscular thighs, stepping out of the article of clothing and kicking it to the side.

His eye never leaves your face as he begins to pulls down his boxers; he wants to observe your face as he reveals himself to you, to catch every reaction and relish in each one.

Your eyes widen as his cock springs free; your face abandoning your desires to remain nonchalant. You knew he’d be big, but fuck, he’s far bigger than you thought, and you struggle to imagine how all of him was going to fit inside you.

He advances forwards, hands falling at either sides of your head as he holds himself above you.

You suddenly feel very small as he cages you in like a predator does its prey; his big, strong arms tensing as he hovers over you.

Your pupils are wide and lust-blown as you look up longingly at the strong man above you.

Your gaze is telling enough, and he smirks, bringing a hand down to grip his cock.

He slowly begins rubbing his tan, weeping tip against your slick folds, causing his bottom lip to tuck between his teeth as he groans.

He’s unbelievably sensitive and uncharacteristically nervous, determined to love you adequately, to give you what you deserve.

“Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he rasps out, abandoning his tough-guy persona to gift you with the reassurance he knew you so desperately needed.

You nod, smiling sweetly at this foreign kindness.

With your approval, he begins pressing in. The stretch is evident and you it makes you whine, instinctively reaching up to dig your fingers into his muscular back.

His good eye is half-lidded as he gazes downwards to watch himself enter you, hissing at the feeling of your tight opening accepting the blunt tip of his thick cock. “I’ve got ya,” he assures you as he continues.

“M-mm, Zoro!” you whine out, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes tightly.

It feels like he’s splitting you in half as he inches his way inside you, but you feel safe underneath this burly man, regardless of the pain.

Eventually, through tears in your eyes and nails down his back, he bottoms out, groaning at the sensation of his twitching cock being fully engufled by you.

His hand returns to its place by your head, and he leans down, planting a strong, passionate kiss to your open, panting mouth.

His kisses trail from your lips to your cheek, to your ear, “Tell me when you’re ready,” he rasps.

You stay still for a moment, allowing your body to acclimate to the intense feeling of Zoro’s big cock stuffing you full.

You lean up to kiss him, tongues dancing together for a moment before you pull away again, looking up at him with big, needy eyes.

Even though your eyes spoke volumes, conveying everything without a single word, you spoke nonetheless,

“I’m ready, Zoro.”

With your permission, he begins, bringing his strong, able hips back to thrust into you.

“Fuck,” you whine at the sensation. You could feel him in your stomach, stretching out your insides, and although there was an underscore of pain, it was overtaken by something greater, pleasure.

“Sh-Shit, y/n,” the swordsman groans, “You’re so fucking tight.”

He begins thrusting in and out of you, leaning down to latch onto one of your hardened nipples.

Your body jolts beneath him as he moves; the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of your tight walls was an overwhelming feeling that had euphoria seeping from your skin and your brain swiveling in your skull.

“Oh, Zoro,” you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist, fingers still gripping onto his back tightly.

“Fuck, I love feeling you open up for me, y/n,” he groans against your breast, picking up the pace in response to your heels desperately digging into his lower back.

“This what you want?” he smirks, leaning up to watch himself disappear into you over and over again.

“Y-Yes, Zoro!’ you mewl out, “P-Please harder!”

You had pleasure in your sight and you were chasing it hungrily; Zoro’s talented hips aiding your eager pursuit.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he groans as he gazes down at your trembling form, “As you wish,”

He begins thrusting harder, faster, making heat pool in your head as your mouth hangs slack, moaning loudly and without care.

You already feel yourself going dumb on his gifted cock, screwing your eyes shut as you allow pleasure to overtake your body.

The moment your eyes shut, he stops, making them shoot open again to give him a needy stare.

“Z-Zoro,” you whine, pressing your heels harder into his back, praying he gets the message, “W-Why did you stop, Zoro? P-Please,” you whine.

He remains still, determined to teach you a lesson, “Keep your eyes on me, y/n,” he groans, his voice is strict and authoritative, but still riddled with ecstasy, “In fact,” he begins, moving a strong hand up to grasp your hair, tugging firmly on the strands to force your gaze downwards, making you whimper. “Watch it.”

He begins moving again, blush dancing across your sweaty cheeks as you watch Zoro’s big cock move in and out of your tight folds.

“W-Wow,” you moan out, keeping your eyes on the spot where your bodies meet.

“Yeah?” he moans, “Nice isn’t it?”

“M-mhmm,” you whimper in agreement, letting your mouth fall open as blissful moans escape from it.

He starts thrusting hard again, gritting his teeth as he watches, too.

Your combined moans barely mask the lewd sounds of your sloppy cunt and your skin slapping together. Zoro’s still got your hair gripped tightly in his hand as he fucks you hard, his weighty balls slapping against your cunt each time he enters.

You feel a coil tightening in your core, tingly and ready to snap at any moment. Heat rushes to your head and your limbs feel numb as you chase your orgasm; it’s fast-approaching and you’re insatiable.

“I-I’m so close, Zoro!” you cry out desperately, and he groans, his cock twitching as he fucks you through it.

He relinquishes the hold on your hair as he thrusts into you mercilessly; confident you’ll keep your eyes where he instructed.

“Z-Zoro,” you whine, looking up at him, you’re expecting him to still be looking down at your parts, but he’s not, he’s looking at your face.

His heart pounds, blood pumping through his veins with both anticipation and trepidation as he stumbles over the sentence in his head. The weight of his emotions feels palpable on his tongue as he relinquishes control over the words that had been lingering on the tip for far too long.

“Y/n,” he whines, a new noise, uncharacteristically needy and riddled with something greater than lust.

The pace of his hips never falters as he confesses, the admission spilling from his lips with sincerity and spontaneity, as if it was always meant to be spoken,

“I-I love you, y/n” he leans down, lips dry from breathing heavily as he kisses you,

“I fucking love you.”

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

༉‧₊˚✧ woohoo! this is my first full-length fic about a character other than law! ༉‧₊˚✧

i love zoro so very much, and have fallen for him even more while writing this! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚

i hope i did him justice! ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

& this is for my bff @bby-deerling so i needed it to be amazing ♡︎

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okay-babe · 2 months

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Headcannons ~ Alastor with a reader who has a contract with Valentino...

tags: alastor x fem! reader, established relationship (in the final third of the post), cam star! reader, possessive! alastor, valentino sucks (as usual), mild angst, mild nsfw note: okay so I got an ask wanting to know my thoughts on Alastor with a reader who used to be in a contract with Valentino and has to interact with him, but I misread it as Alastor with a reader who is currently in a contract with Valentino and has to interact with him lol, so here's this! (The actual request should be fulfilled soon, my bad anon!).

♱. At first, Alastor definitely thought you were more than just a little foolish for having made a deal with an overlord like Valentino (bro does not understand the concept of victim blaming).

♱. In his mind, the moth is so blatantly rancid that it just doesn't make any sense for anyone to ever think otherwise, even for a moment.

♱. But then, as he gets to know you better, he starts to see things a little bit differently.

♱. "This is gonna sound stupid..."

♱. You told him one day while speaking on the topic of the overlord who owned your soul, a rare occurrence indeed due to the stigma your contract seemed to carry.

♱. "But honestly, Val was the first person down here to actually make me feel like I was... I dunno... attractive?"

♱. You groaned at the end of your sentence, burying your head in your hands,

♱. "I just... I didn't recognize myself anymore, the person in the mirror wasn't me, y'know? It's like one second I was a human, and the next I was, well, this!"

♱. You exclaimed, gesturing to yourself all the while.

♱. "In a way, his absolutely ridiculous insistence that he could make me into a star made me realize that just because I looked a little different didn't mean I looked bad..."

♱. You trailed off, hands stuffed into your pockets as you looked into the distance,

♱. "And then when I learned about everything he had to offer? I mean how could I have possibly said no? It felt like a win-win back then, or at least something close to it. He promised that no one would touch me, that all he needed was my pretty face and a camera."

♱. You looked toward your then friend with a sigh, a tired smile plastered upon your face,

♱. "I guess he kept that part of the bargain, huh? I just never really thought he would end up being so... awful."

♱. You cringed at the end of your statement, eyes going glassy for a few moments before you suddenly clapped your hands together, standing up abruptly immediately afterward.

♱. "Haha, anyways, you have to have like a thousand contracts right? There's gotta be some good stories there."

♱. As you urged him to speak further on his own experiences, Alastor couldn't help but reconsider his previous thoughts regarding your deal.

♱. Perhaps you weren't as foolish as he had initially thought.

♱. Honestly though, as time goes on and your friendship develops even further, Valentino's contract with you really doesn't end up being that pressing of a topic.

♱. Most of the time, any thoughts regarding the overlord go unsaid, and your business with him is considered yours and yours alone.

♱. That is, until you miss a photo shoot for Slayboy magazine (sorry) and the moth turns up at the hotel, clearly pissed off.

♱. So pissed off in fact, that he had neglected to consider the fact that it wouldn't necessarily be you who responded to his incessant banging...

♱. With a wide grin and an almost obnoxious flourish, the radio demon opened the door, leaning slightly on his staff as he regarded the moth with an amused hum.

♱. "Oh my, the vice demon himself here to visit our humble hotel? Why, to what do I owe the displeasure?!"

♱. He exclaimed, watching as the man's eye twitched slightly in response.

♱. "Where is she?!"

♱. He growled, moving to stalk past Alastor only to be stopped at the pressure of the overlord's microphone against his chest,

♱. "Ah ah ah,"

♱. He tutted,

♱. "You most certainly do not want to do that."

♱. His voice held a hint of warning to it, and a great deal of amusement, his eyes full of malice as he spoke.

♱. Valentino glared,

♱. "Fuck off you corny old bitch, this doesn't concern you."

♱. In response, Alastor simply chuckled, his bones popping and muscles splitting as he slowly began to grow in size, in no mood for the other demon's antics.

♱. "Oh but that's where you're wrong, you insufferable wretch."

♱. He said with an earsplitting grin,

♱. "Anything that involves my most esteemed employee very much does concern me."

♱. In reaction to the sight before him, Valentino snarled, but took a step backward nonetheless, not quite stupid enough to pick a fight with the radio demon on his own.

♱. "Ugh, fine!"

♱. He shouted,

♱. "But you tell that fucking whore to be on site in thirty or I'll find a way to kill her twice!"

♱. And with that, he was turning back toward his limo, ignoring the loud radio static that sounded from behind as he did so.

♱. Of course though, that was just about the only time that Valentino ever got away with ordering you around in front of Alastor, because soon enough, your friendship began to bloom into an extremely unexpected romance.

♱. And after that?

♱. Well, Alastor became a lot less tolerant of the idea that something like your soul belonged to someone else.

♱. He was constantly glaring daggers at the moth demon nearly every time he saw him, be it at an overlord meeting, or even the photo shoots you had in studios outside of the V's gaudy looking headquarters (he might love you, but starting a war with Vox by hanging around in that tower definitely wouldn't be a very smart move).

♱. Makes a show of helping you undress at each and every shoot that he does go to though, neatly folding your clothing for you before pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

♱. "Go on then, my dear."

♱. He would purr,

♱. "I'll just be here enjoying the view if you need me." (He's so corny).

♱. Absolutely despises the fact that your deal forces you to show your body the way that you do in front of a camera. Like not a fan at all.

♱. He doesn't really judge you for it knowing why you ended up making your deal in the first place, but he has absolutely killed an obscene number of sinners and hellborn fools that he witnessed viewing your content in public.

♱. "Al, they're not doing any harm!"

♱. You commented one day after the particularly gruesome murder of a random sinner, arms crossed.

♱. "Oh, on the contrary, darling,"

♱. He'd purred with a wide and unsettling grin,

♱. "I'm afraid they were looking a bit too intently at what's mine."

♱. Yeah you didn't argue too much after that.

♱. (Not like it would ever do you any good to anyway).

♱. Whether or not he actually tries to find you a way out of your contract though, is really entirely up to you in the grand scheme of things.

♱. He certainly isn't fond of it, the idea of another man owning you and all...

♱. But in the end he'll get over it if you really want him to... Just give him a few hundred years or so...

♱. (Yeah unless you can give him like a thousand spectacular reasons not to, he's going to try to find a way to get you out of that deal with Valentino).

♱. Still, in the meantime, he definitely makes your shoots feel a little bit less daunting (although if Val makes one more comment about how lucrative a photo set with you and the radio demon would be, you're worried Al might actually kill the guy).

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hoshigray · 11 months

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So I saw this tweet and thought then and there: Toji's fingers and how deliciously thick they are. Just imagine you always looking at his hands and being in absolute awe every time you look at them...And Toji uses this little infatuation to his advantage, to which you have no complaints.

A/n: Now I know it seems like I'm stalling my make-up sex Toji fic, but please accept this as a gift from my procrastinating ass (I swear idk what's wrong with me, I'm recently getting back into drawing and trying to relearn everything waaaaaahhh)!! I saw the new trailer and squealed seeing Toji (nothing new, lol), but then that tweet popped up right after, and I noticed how thick they animated his fingers!! So I just ran to my keyboard, and boom! Here we are!! Also, tysm for 400+ followers like???!!! Y'all are far too sweet and kind, ya know that!? Tysm~~~

Cw: dom! Toji x fem! reader - fingering (obvi) - fingers in your mouth - Daddy kink - breast fondling - finger sucking - praise - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', good girl, kiddo, sweetie, sweetheart) - clitoral play (pushed down by finger)- mention of violence (reason for Toji's scars) - ends with overstimulation (fem! receiving).

Wc: 1.5k

There is no doubt that you love Toji unconditionally and blatantly. That is the truth. There's no denying he isn't an ideal man; both of you understand that. He has many flaws that you're perfectly aware of. Yet despite said imperfections, you choose to stick beside and love him as if he's worthy (which baffles the older, tall man).

There are many things you love about Toji. But if you could pick one thing you loved about Toji, it would be his hands. When he holds them, your hand is dwarfed by his big palm. When he pulls you close to him by the waist when you two are in a crowded area. Or when he cups your face and kisses you before leaving for hitman work.

Palms are rugged and large that effortlessly warm you up. Fingers calloused and decorated with faded scars that each hold a story. Veins that stem from the bulky arms contour all the way down to the back of his palms.

His hands. His big, rough, warm, and scarred hands. You love them so much. And you're not the only one who knows this.

Toji is no fool. He can sense your eyes observing him from across the room as he's washing the dishes from the kitchen. He doesn't have to lift his head to see you on the living room couch where you're supposedly reading something on your phone. But it was apparent your attention wasn't on the small screen in your hands.

"Whatcha lookin' at me for?" Again, not looking at you and finishing the dishes. His scarred lip twists into a smile when you cough nervously before responding.

"Oh, you know. Just looking at my man being so handsome washing those plates." You internally sigh in relief, saving yourself with a quick excuse.

Now Toji looks and grins at you, placing the last plate into the dish rack and drying his hands before walking up to the couch to sit comfortably beside you. His left arm is positioned behind your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. Your heart skips a beat.

Toji grabs the TV remote to change the channel to something interesting, probably sports or some sitcom. Not that you care, because you just watch his fingers press on the channel buttons and place the remote back onto the coffee table. His right hand then moves to his chin to scratch the slight stubble, and your orbs trace the outlines of the tiny scars that harbor on Toji's knuckles. He never entirely told you how those faded tissues came to be, but he'd say that he came out way better than the guy on the other side of his fists ("Fucker had it comin', sweetie. Shouldn't bring a knife to a fist fight.")

Despite coming from such rough events, you don't mind the scars on his fingers. If anything, they make his hands even more attractive to look at.

"Somethin' wrong with my hand, kiddo?"

Uh oh. Your eyes drift to Toji's face, sharp green eyes leer at you, and a smirk is plastered with a mischievous expression. I got caught!

"No, nothing's wrong with them." You place your phone on the coffee table, and your hands move up to grab hold of Toji's hand resting on his chin. "They're...I just like looking at them."

Toji lifts a brow as he hums, removing his hand from your grasp and placing it on your cheek. A big thumb lays on top of your plump lips. "Is that right, darlin'? Ya like my fingers, yeah?"

You nod sheepishly while turning into putty when his fingers squeeze your cheeks with affectionate warmth. The left hand that once rested on your shoulder snakes down to your chest, and small gasp results from the sudden grasp on your soft mound.

"You want Daddy's fingers, baby?" He asks while massaging your breast, lowering his head to your ear so his gruff voice makes you shudder. You answer him with hooded eyes and a wistful nod, his eyes narrowing slightly at the blissful sight. "Lay down fr' me then."

You follow his instructions as he spreads his legs, your upper body resting on his right thigh while the other stations your ass for him. He whistles before rubbing and kneading your ass, while your breathing becomes irregular when he removes your leggings, revealing your panties.

The position limits your view, so you use your senses to feel his fingers teasing from your spine down to the wet spot on your underwear. Your shivers aren't missed by Toji. He laughs. "Gonna be a good girl and let me use my fingers on ya, right, angel?"

"Yes, Daddy." Toji sneers at the title and slides your panties down, your pretty pussy glistening for him to see. Your breath hitches when you feel his left ring finger nestle between your folds. The thick digit slowly but surely makes its way inside you, and a short squeal leaves you when it's entirely within. "Relax, princess. Bein' so good fr' me right now." The older man coaxes you as your cunt adjusts to the finger, his right hand caressing your cheeks for comfort. He pushes the finger further when your breathing returns to a steady rhythm.

Even with the sound from the television present, Toji only listens to the mewls you let out every time he pushes and pulls his thick digit inside you, rubbing on the walls of your tight slit. He enjoys the view of your bare ass and cunt for him to see and toy with, silently humming to himself when listening to your cries of pleasure.

When he feels as though you've adjusted to his ring finger, his middle finger brushes between the lips of your pussy, prompting you to clench hard on him. He laughs at your reaction, "Easy, sweetheart. I know you can take more of me." Toji sneaks his middle between your wet cunt, and a giant gasp quits your body as your hands grip his grey sweatpants. The soft pants from your open mouth fill the room, only for Toji to insert another pair of fingers into your mouth. "It's okay, cry on these hands you love s' much."

And that's all you could do as you let the man bully your poor pussy, your mouth sucking on his right fingers in your mouth while his left-hand abrade your insides. Thick digits stretch your aroused hole, causing your heart to race and your skin to heat up.

"Mmmm, Mmmph!" Words are muffled, and a scream is prevented when you can feel the digits make a 'come hither' motion. The tips of his fingers scrape your velvety walls, your brain turning fuzzy while tears and drool render your face from the stimulating abuse you're going through.

His fingers slide in and out of your slick-covered pussy faster, and you accidentally bite on the digits in your mouth. But Toji doesn't mind, for he knows he's making you feel so fucking good. "Yer grippin' on me so hard, sweetie." His fingers switch to a slow pace, making sure the pads of his two fingers tantalizingly graze your hypersensitive sex. "Gonna come on Daddy's fingers?"

Finally, Toji frees your mouth. Heavy pants exit your lips pooled with drool, saliva from your mouth coats his right middle and forefinger that retreat to holding your face once more. "Yesss, Daddy. Haaaah, I wanna come on y— Aaahh!! F-fingers..."

How can he deny you when your tearful eyes beg for release? His emerald orbs go dark in hunger, and his grin widens with his teeth emerging from under his scar.

The rough digits in your cunt quicken in reckless haste, forcing out moans to fill the room yet again. The middle and ring fingers assault the gushy walls deep inside your squelching cunt, the noises on par with the thrilled whimpers that exit your mouth.

And Toji uses this to distract you from his forefinger aligning with your clit. When the index finger comes down and swipes around the tender bud, your moans turn into electrified screams, hands gripping the man's leg holding you up. With the erratic pace of the two fingers deeply scraping your pussy, along with the forefinger pressing down on your clitoris, your orgasm hits you with no warning.

You chase out your climax with a euphoric sob, walls fluttering around the fingers responsible for your hips stuttering. After a few moments, your body relaxes onto Toji's legs which keep you still. His right-hand rubs circles on your back.

"Did so good, darlin'." He praises you, and it ends with you blissfully dozing off on his lap.

...Or so you thought.

Because it hasn't been a full minute before he starts moving his fingers in your wet vulva yet again, the abrupt movement pushing out choked cries from your throat. You send Toji a confused look which is answered with his childish smirk.

"Oh, sorry, sweetheart," No, you're not! He's absolutely not. The speed of his fingers getting faster proves it, your sensitive clit getting overstimulated by his forefinger brushing against it. "But don't think I'd let you come just one time. Make a mess on my fingers, baby. Make 'em real dirty like you."

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tra1nchi · 6 days

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*cough* slutty and maybe a little bit egocentric ftm reader that is a virgin, but he hides this and pretend that he isn't a virgin. His best friend found out that reader is hidding this and just decides to take out his virginity (degrading kink) (im fucking dirty lol) (i love your write btw)

Hnngh degradation,,MINORS DNI!!! Bttm ftm reader,, degradation,, spanking,, V card stealing,, size diff,,

He had known you since childhood,, you were never like this,, you were always so shy and meek,,needing his protection!! But ever since you both left school you've always been boasting about how large your body count is!!

He was growing tired of it,,he wanted to go back to the good old days when all you both ever talked about was nerdy shit!! But now since you were never popular growing up,,you were trying to be popular now!!

But there soon came a problem,,one of your high-school friends,,a popular jock that you had said you fucked came out and said,,you never touched him!! He knew you were lying to him,,

"Dude, I'm trying to watch the game..I really don't need to know how you fucked your co-worker.." He mutters under his breath,,shaking his head as you sat awfully close to him,,your pajama shorts riding up your thighs,,which he couldn't help but notice,,He soon went quiet,,maybe he could finally make you admit about how you were so blatantly lying to him about your V card,,

"Wait..so how did he touch you?" He drawls out,,turning to his side to place his hand on your soft skin!! He smile curls into a smirk as he watches you stutter out porn tropes,,you seemed to stumble over your words like you were lying on the spot!!!

Leaning over you,, effectively pining you to the couch!! He leans down whispering in your ear as his hand traces up to your stomach,,

"You're struggling..maybe we should recreate what he did to your hole hm?" He chuckles,,his hands grasping at your shorts to roughly pull them down,,ignoring your struggles as he places you over his lap!!

"How about first, one slap for each man you've fucked?" Your ass was so close to his hand,, your mind was in jumbles!! You couldn't remember how many men you've lied about to him!!! >□<

Your ass was red,, even his hand hurt from how many times his palm came in contact with your skin!! He titled his head in amusement as you hid your face in his thigh!!

"Aw, I'm not even half way done yet..you're such a desperate little thing" His hand rubs your hair before it moves back down,, slapping you until he's had enough!!!

"Such a disgusting boy, your pussy is so wet from just being spanked" His fingers rubbed up and down your folds,, snickering at your flushed face!!

When he had you on his lap,, his cock deep inside of your boy pussy,,his hands gripping tightly on your hips,, very likely to leave a bruise!!

"I know you're a virgin" Letting out a grunt as he feels you tighten around him "There you go, you lying brat..does pretending to be a slut make you horny?" He shakes his head as he slaps your inner thigh!!! >□<

#{bttm male reader}#bottom male reader #sub male reader #x sub male reader #x bottom male reader #{anon asks}#{h4rny ask}

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atlabeth · 1 year

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unacceptable - anthony lockwood

summary: you and lockwood don't shy away from your relationship, even in your line of work. apparently, it hasn't gone unnoticed by your colleagues.

a/n: i guess i have a thing for british guys named anthony because uhhhh okay anyways enjoy this short little thing i wrote in one sitting to get used to mr lockwood

wc: 1k. feels weird writing something so short after my past exploits lol

warning(s): nothing all fluff

“Oh, thank you,” you said with a sigh of relief as Anthony brought two cups of tea over. You picked yours up and sipped it, your shoulders relaxing a bit as the liquid warmed you from the inside out. “We seriously need to fix the heating in this place. I feel like I’m constantly freezing to death.”

Lockwood chuckled and wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Is that better?”

“It always helps,” you said with a smile. “More than your tea, I think.”

“You’ll be happy to know I’ve already put in a call.” He rubbed your shoulder as he talked, his proximity alone helping with your chills. “It should be fixed by the time we’re done with this job at the end of the week.”

“Thank god,” you muttered as you took another sip of tea, and you leaned your head against Lockwood’s shoulder. “You’re the best.”

He hummed. “I try.”

“Alright,” a voice suddenly said, and your gaze moved to see George. “That’s enough.”

Anthony raised his eyebrows. “What?”

George said your and Lockwood’s names, his arms crossed as he stared at the two of you, “we need to talk.”

Your brows creased for a moment as you pulled away from Lockwood, though still keeping your hands intertwined as you leaned against the counter. “What about?”

“Your relationship is ruining this agency,” George said simply. “It’s unacceptable.”

Lockwood went as far as to laugh, his amusement barely concealed. “How do you think?”

“There is obvious favoritism going on here!” he exclaimed.

“Favoritism?” you repeated, this time laughing yourself. “That’s ridiculous.”

“No,” George said, shaking his head, “the only ridiculous thing is how unbalanced everything’s become since you two finally got together.”

“I hope you have examples,” Anthony said.

“Oh,” he laughed, “oh, I have examples. Starting with right now.” He gestured with his hands in the open air. “I’ve been complaining about the broken heating for almost two weeks to no avail. Your girlfriend suggests it, and suddenly it’s on its way to being fixed.”

Lockwood shrugged. “It’s just good timing. No biases.”

Lucy just happened to walk in at that point, her water bottle in her hand, and George’s eyes lit up.

“Lucy!” he exclaimed, turning his attention to her; she looked back with a faint smile as she stopped. “You’re on my side, right?”

“Your side for what?” she asked.

“That we’re ruining the agency with our love,” you said dryly. Anthony laughed and pulled you closer, to which George gestured blatantly with his hand.

“Right in front of us.” He shook his head dramatically. “It’s like you don’t even care about a professional environment.”

Lucy laughed, her eyes alight with amusement as she looked over at you two. “You do take an awful lot of time getting ready in the morning because you’re too busy fawning over each other.”

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “We do not.”

“I actually timed you this morning after you were particularly lovey-dovey yesterday,” George said. “You made us ten minutes late—I’m surprised we didn’t get a ticket trying to get over there in time.”

“Which we did, by the way,” you said. “We actually got there early. Our client praised us for our work.”

“Like you haven’t caused us to be late plenty of times,” Lockwood added. “We’re just enjoying each other’s company.” He gave George a look. “Which you encouraged us to do before we got together, if you remember.”

He frowned. “I did not.”

“You did,” Lucy piped in. “You told them that being around friends while you have them is especially important in this line of work.”

“Exactly!” George exclaimed. “They’re not exactly friends anymore, are they?”

“I’d say we’re friends,” you frowned. “Just because he’s my boyfriend doesn’t mean I don’t like him anymore.”

“And I certainly like her beyond a girlfriend,” Lockwood contributed.

“Alright, we are getting off-topic,” George huffed. “My second point of your obvious favoritism—” he leveled a look at Lockwood— “you always let her sit in the front seat.”

He shrugged. “Seniority. She’s been here the longest.”

“Oh, that is cheap,” George complained. “Just because she founded it with you means we all have to rough it in the backseat?”

“Yes,” Lockwood said with a smile.

“Lucy,” he said, “we need to go on more jobs with just the two of us.”

She chuckled. “I like the sound of that. Sitting in the back with all our equipment isn’t the most fun.”

“We all have to make sacrifices,” you said defensively.

Lucy shrugged as she looked at Anthony. “And you do always throw yourself into danger for her, Lockwood.”

He frowned. “I throw myself into danger for all of you. It’s in the job description.”

“Yeah, but you always do it for your girlfriend,” George said, exaggerating your title. “You’ll push Lucy out of the way or draw your rapier for me, but you go full on action-movie hero for her. It’s honestly embarrassing, Lockwood.”

Lockwood looked down at you with visible mirth in his eyes. “Do you think I should let you die to prove I don’t hold favorites?”

You shrugged. “It’s only fair.”

“You even broke our biggest rule!” George snatched the container of biscuits from the kitchen counter and held it up. “You let her have two all the time.”

Lucy raised her finger, pointing it at the two of you with a nod. “That’s true. It’s the most unfair thing you’ve done since you two started dating.”

“So what can we do to cure this grave injustice?” you asked with mock austerity.

“I’m not going to stop kissing my girlfriend just because you think I’m showing favoritism,” Lockwood added dryly, “so don’t push.”

“The biscuits,” George said immediately. “She can only have one biscuit like the rest of us.”

You chuckled. “That’s what you’re most worried about?”

“Yes,” he said, and he glanced at Lucy.

She nodded. “Absolutely. Back to the single biscuit rule, no matter relationship status.”

Lockwood looked at you with a sly smile. “What do you think, love? Willing to give it up?”

“I think I can manage,” you said, and you gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, feeling Anthony smile into it.

“And already, I feel order being restored to Lockwood and Co,” George said with a sigh.

“I’m glad that’s all it took,” you laughed as you looked back at him, “because I’m keeping the front seat.”

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beamtori · 7 months

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭

implied fwb!ji changmin x afab!reader

1.9k words, smut (minors dni), piv sex, porn w/o plot, switch dynamics but changmin leans dom, so much dirty talk 💀, biting hard enough to draw blood, edging, kissing, swearing, overstimulation (f. receiving), fingering/cumplay, pet names (baby, sweetheart, hot stuff, good girl, etc.), aftercare is dinner lol, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it bro), low-key manhandling, it's kinda just... filth tbh (im on my period, sue me), CHANGMINS A LITTLE SHIT

a/n: this is the most self-insert i have ever self-inserted :l if it's awful, blame the brainrot!

"This has got to be a world record."

You rolled your eyes as you walked into his apartment, pointedly ignoring the smug smirk on his face and the arms exposed by sleeves rolled to his shoulders. "Do you want to get laid or not?"

Ji Changmin closed his front door, tongue poking his cheek, but it did nothing to conceal his smile. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "How many red lights did you run?"

Heat rose to your neck and you scowled. "I'm literally going to walk out the door right now."

"Try me, sweetheart."

So maybe you had dropped everything to get here when he sent you that blatantly obvious thirst trap photo, but you were thirsty; what could you say? It was a fucking shame he knew your weakness.

"Aww," he cooed, taking the few steps to meet you. He gently grabbed your chin in one hand and jutted his bottom lip outward. "Don't pout, baby. You know it'll only make me wanna kiss you."

You licked your bottom lip. "I get to draw blood, then we'll call it even."

There was a gleam in his eyes, the one that first got you addicted to falling into this man's bed. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."

This was what you meant by drawing blood.

Changmin's moans filled the room, his breathless, desperate "ah, ah, ah"s would engrave themselves into your flesh like you nipped at the skin on his neck. You could taste the iron in your mouth, dark and sticky, red staining your teeth and your lips as you kissed and lapped at the wound. Each bite would bloom his favorite shade of purple by morning. Your forearms braced against the bed sheets on either side of his head, your knees growing sore from the steady rocking of your hips.

Flesh stuck to flesh, his hands grappled at your body to hold on for dear fucking life as you rode his cock and marked his pretty canvas of a body for your own. Sweat glistened, further highlighted by the warm glow of the lamp on the nightstand.

"Baby, baby, baby—" he babbled as his hand buried itself in your hair to pull you out from his neck, "—tight. Oh fucking hell, you're tight. C'mere."

He caught your kiss, his blood smearing across his own lips. You licked him clean as always, humming against him as he spoke through the earnestness.

You suddenly pulled away from him and braced your hands on his pecs. The view from this angle was enough to make you clench: Changmin splayed beneath you, lips and neck bruised appropriately, a dazed glaze over his dark eyes, sweat making his skin shine. "Oh, look at you," you purred, giving him an indulgent roll of your hips.

Changmin gritted his teeth, hand clutching your thigh and inching higher. "You don't move, sweetheart, and I'll move for you," he smiled thinly and backed his statement up with a firm spank of your ass.

You lurched forward in surprise; his chuckle filled the room.

"I have power, too, you know."

"Okay, hot stuff," you huffed, brushing your hair from your eyes. "You realize you could have flipped us over a long time ago, right?"

A smirk-like grin curled onto his lips, devilish and enough to make you squeeze around him again. "I know. But you looked like you were having fun up there, princess. Plus, your tits look so good like this."

You rolled your eyes. "You're such a dude."

"Yn, I sent you a thirst trap to get you into bed with me like, an hour ago; now you're calling me a dude?"

You sighed, sitting upright, warming his cock. "True."

"Baby. Sweetcheeks. Apple of my eye—"

"Hm?"

"As much as I love that you're just sitting on my cock like your throne," he drawled, "I wanna make you cum as many times as you ran red lights."

"I didn't run any red lights—"

You squealed, your world twisting and your back hitting the sheets. Changmin grinned from over you, one large hand palming your right boob.

You were breathless. He leaned down to devour your mouth. A trail of spit clung between your lips when he pulled away for a second. "So what you're saying is you want me to edge you?" He husked, tongue swiping along his bottom lip, his eyes shining with a dark glimmer.

Genuine fear spiked through your heart. "Ji Changmin, I swear to god—"

He gave one powerful thrust, and you clung onto him as your swear melted into a whine. "The government name? Only good girls get to cum, Yn-ie. Be a good girl, hm, and moan for me."

You dug your fingernails into his back as he drove his cock into you so hard you could see stars circling. He swallowed all of the pretty, desperate noises coming out of your mouth with his own. You arched your front into him, hips lifting slightly to meet him until his hip bone smashed against you.

"That's it," he grunted, kissing you as your high approached and his thumb grounded into your puffed up clit. "Take my cock so well; fuck—me—"

You were so close, and you nodded to what he said—nodded so desperately as you dragged your nails down his back and chased that high like a fucking dog—

Everything stopped.

"You want dinner?"

He was leaning over you to grab his phone off the nightstand, the light making the sweat dripping down his chest glisten like liquid pearl. His cock was still inside you, but you could feel the impending tightening of your orgasm slowly deflating.

Your blood pressure spiked. "What the fuck, Changmin?"

He tried to hide his smile. Tried. He sat over you as he opened a food delivery app and showed you the screen. "They've got that new Hawaiian restaurant and that fried chicken place you like."

"You are such an asshole." You draped your arm over your eyes, pussy clenching around him as if that alone could get you back to bliss.

You felt him shift, and then he was laughing fondly, removing the arm from over your eyes and pressing kisses to your face. "Aw, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know you were close; just wanted to tease you a little bit."

You glared. "You're fucking evil."

He grinned. "Clearly you like that." He kissed a trail from your nose down to your ear, murmuring, "Like calls to like."

You bit your lip and tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Please, can I cum?" You didn't know where it came from, but you knew he wouldn't resist the pleading, because as he had said, like called to like.

A kiss right below your ear. "Well, aren't you sweet when you're desperate? Whatever you want, baby."

You sighed as he brought his lips back up to yours—thank fuck. One of his hands curled lightly around the side of your neck, the other wrapping around your right thigh to hike your leg up. His cock dragged through you at a slightly different angle, and you squirmed, hands clinging onto his shoulders and back.

"You wanna cum, baby? I'll give you what you want."

He groaned into your neck, teeth nipping at the skin there like he was grounding himself. Cock bullying into you, hand around your neck, the pressure so sweet and delicious. You were going start seeing things, your throat was losing breath as you begged for sweet, sweet fucking mercy.

Changmin suckled on the joint between neck and collarbone. "So good for me, huh?—dropped everything to see me—" He moaned into you, the sound urging you over the edge.

"Changmin," you cried out desperately. Closecloseclose, oh my god, you were close. "Changmin, baby, please. I'm so close—fuck."

Sweat dribbled down the slope of his nose as he hovered over you and continued to fuck you through until you were leaping over that cliff of pleasure—literally throwing yourself—thighs shaking in his grasp. You let out a loud whine when he didn't stop moving inside you; he was still rock hard and he locked your ankles at the base of his back to curve his cock up into you.

You clawed at him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"My good girl can give me another, can't she?" His nose nudged against yours, a sharp contrast to the obscene sound of his balls slapping against your skin and the wet squelches of his thrusts. "Came all this way just for me…"

He brought his hand away from your neck to draw brutal circles around your clit, desperate to feel you clench around him again. His eyebrows creased, coaxing another orgasm out of you as he chased his own.

"Changmin," you stammered.

"Gonna come for me?"

"Yes," your breath came out in a delirious pant, pussy deliciously overstimulated. "Gonna come, gonna come, Changmin."

You were quivering around him again, incoherent thoughts half-babbled and half-moaned. The tension in your belly was mounting faster and faster now, and you could feel Changmin's thrusts getting sloppier. The tension snapped, and you drowned in it. You cried as you clung onto Changmin's form and he stilled, emptying out ropes of warm cum into you and making you squirm again.

As you both came down from your highs, he pressed his lips to the sides of your neck, eyes closed in a blissful daze. "Fuck, I owe you dinner for that. Shit."

You shifted uncomfortably as he slowly pulled out of you. "I did bite a chunk out of your neck," you exhaled. Both yours and his eyes wandered down to where your bodies met, your folds a mess of your combined fluids.

You saw him lick his lips, eyes glued to your cunt. "Earth to Changmin," you chuckled, poking his dimple.

His eyes shot to you for a moment before he was dipping his finger into the mess, swirling the cum around and pushing it back into you.

You mewled. "Dude," you shivered as the girth of his fingers filled you.

"You did not just call me dude when I'm pushing my cum back inside you," he grinned, crawling back over you and sealing off any chance at a response by kissing you. Your hips pushed into his hand, grinding against his finger. "Mmh, greedy."

You playfully pushed him off you. "Off, Changmin."

He laughed, but obliged, pulling away and helping you sit up. He took his cum-soaked finger and stuck it in his mouth to clean it. "Okay, but for real, do you want dinner?"

You grimaced as you moved yourself onto your knees to shuffle over to him and inspect the nasty little bite you left on him. "Dinner sounds good. Whatever you want." You frowned and gave the blooming bruise an experimental poke.

Changmin hissed low under his breath while he perused the delivery app on his phone. His hair stuck up in weird places and he ran a hand through it. "Whatever I want?"

"I did a number on you," you muttered. "Lemme clean it up so it doesn't get infected."

"It's all good, sweetheart; I got it. Just sit and rest." He shoved his phone into your lap and disappeared into the bathroom before you could object. You found a comfortable position against his headboard and decided on a place you knew the both of you would like.

From the bathroom, you could hear his whistle. "I'm almost sorry I have to cover this one up," he marveled, inspecting the bite mark. "If you hadn't drawn blood, I could leave it out for people to see."

Your heart leapt. "So people know you're sleeping with a vampire?" You joked half-heartedly.

"Well, sure," he mused. But he turned his head to send you a wink. "But also so people know I'm taken."

a/n: the ending is for ME, OKAY? :')))

tbz m.list

#the boyz smut #the boyz x reader #ji changmin smut #changmin smut #the boyz fanfic #the boyz oneshot #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz drabbles #ji changmin oneshot #ji changmin x reader #ji changmin imagines #ji changmin scenarios #ji changmin drabbles

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moonlightdancer26 · 6 months

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Can you give your take on this? Because for the life of me I can’t comprehend why lily started dating James right after the worst memory.

Like yeah you’re upset and rightfully fair too, but I feel like she sorta had a liking for James way before the whole thing with sev, like she must’ve thought he’s amusing or something, and I kinda feel like severus might have seen it too, but of course that’s just my thinking.

Correction: She didn’t actually date James right after SWM, she began dating him in 7th year, which was around 2 years after SWM occurred. I don’t think she could be that cruel to date James right after he did something that awful to Snape lol.

I do think she was at least attracted to James during SWM, JKR herself has even confirmed that Lils somewhat fancied James during that period (“You’re a woman, you know what I mean!” no.. no I don’t, JKR 🤨). Her behaviour with James in SWM was concerning as hell, her best friend was legitimately on the ground after just having been choked with soapsuds and her first reaction was to not even glance at him and automatically start bickering with James and talking about his broomstick and his “stupid hair.” 💀 like Lily ily but.. wtf are you doing??

But to be fair to Lils, when she dated James, she genuinely thought he had changed and became a better person. She wouldn’t have dated him if he was still bullying Snape and other people, she would’ve still been attracted to him like she was in SWM, but she wouldn’t have actually gone out with him. However, my issue with that is the fact that she was willing to go out with him AFTER she saw that he SA’d and bullied her (at the time) best friend for YEARS. Lames shippers like to say “oh but she and Snape weren’t friends anymore!! She didn’t ‘owe him anything!’” but like.. at the time, Snape was her best friend of 7 years, and James (knowing that they were friends) had no issue blatantly torturing him and publicly exposing him and then blackmailed Lily (not Snape, but Lily herself) into going out with him. This isn’t an issue about Snape or them not being friends anymore or whatever, it’s the fact that James—at least at one point of his life—had literally zero issue hurting the person Lily cared about and blackmailing her and threatening to hex her. The fact that he was even capable of SA, choking someone with soapsuds, immobilising them, relentlessly bullying them for years, all while knowing that they were someone Lily cared about, should have sent her running for the HILLS. All of that is putting aside that he also had no problem blackmailing Lily and then threatening to hex her when she wanted to defend her friend (“?? wtf girl? How dare you try to help out your friend after I just SA’d them and blackmailed you?? You better not make me hex you too 😠”).

And to make things worse…… what did James even do to change?? Stop bullying people?? Wow so incredible of him! That’s definitely going to reverse the damage of the people he did all that shit to! We should all applaud him for doing the absolute bare minimum!! I should definitely look past him assaulting my now-ex-best-friend-but-who-was-still-someone-I-cared-about-and-respected-at-one-point-in-my-life for 6 whole years, even though he never actually apologised to my now-ex-best-friend… which… would’ve been the proof that he actually changed… Oh who cares? I’m definitely going to date him anyway!

Like, I don’t even care if I wasn’t friends with that person anymore, the fact that YOU had no problem assaulting that person and making their life miserable for YEARS even though you know how much I care about them and then trying to force me into going out with you would be enough for me to not want to go out with you. Simply knowing that you were capable of doing such atrocious things to ANY human being is horrifying. That isn’t even regarding that he showed no hard evidence of changing, merely stopping the bullying does nothing to heal the victim of what you put them through. Like, if I went out and killed a bunch of people, and I suddenly decide to stop killing people, does that mean I’m not guilty of murder?

So, I don’t hate Lily, but I’m definitely not fond of her character. All her scenes show her being pretty unpleasant and she ended up marrying JAMES of all people, so yeah I’m definitely not going to think very highly of her intelligence level…

Anyway, that’s my take. I’m sorry for how long this got, but your ask really triggered something in me that’s been waiting to rant about this 💀

#anti lily evans #sure #anti jily #ughhh it’s been too long since i’ve used these tags #low-key miss it ngl #anti lily potter #tw: mention of sa #anti james potter #anti lily evans potter #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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sadsstoptalkingfr · 3 months

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(Kinda self indulgent and based off of that one rant post LOL)

Spence stimming with friend!reader and starting to see her as motherly

I poured my heart out in that rant post😭

REQUEST ALWAYS OPEN! OPEN:3

(based on how I stim with my mum)

You turn on the coffee machine, putting your cup down next to it with a small sigh. You were only halfway through the day and you felt awful

"Save some for me?" Spencer asks as he walks up behind you, to which you instantly turn around to meet his gaze. "You can have this batch, I've already had a cup today" you tell him sweetly, looking up at him as he smiles down at you.

Many of your friends have told you that you give off mom energy, and you never really saw it until you met Spencer Reid. You'd end up sacrificing things for him and bringing him his favorite snacks from his favorite Café whenever you had a few minutes to kill before work just because you knew it would make him happy.

Spencer pulls his hands up, his palms facing the ground, and he slightly shakes them to get your attention. "You still free for star trek this week?" He asks, and you slightly nod, lifting your hands, palms facing the ceiling. "You fell asleep-" you groan as Spencer's hands slap yours as if he were giving you a down low high five.

"I know-I know I fell asleep, so now we have to rewatch episode 6" you interrupt him before the coffee machine stops. "Oh-need my hands back" you tell him softly, one last slap placed on your palms before he lets his hands fall back to his sides. You pour his coffee into his mug. "And here you are, my good sir" he nods "thanks".

Since the first day you met the team, Spencer always seemed to be the odd one out, being talked over and blatantly ignored, and this behavior upset you more than anything. You made it your mission to befriend Spencer Reid, and now he follows you around like a puppy talking your ears off, and you don't mind it because you know he feels comfortable around you.

"Don't overflow your cup with sugar" you tell him as you start up another batch, making Spencer playfully rolls his eyes.

#fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #x reader #platonic #fluff #early season spencer #x platonic!reader

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whore4hockeymen · 1 year

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Jealousy

~Trevor Zegras~

y’all don’t understand what this man does to me

no hate the Willy in this, I’m absolutely in love with that man, I just needed a guy to use. he’s portrayed as an asshole but i don’t actually see him like this lol.

TW: Fighting, Cussing, Not full-blow smut but very suggestive at end

word count: 1433

Trevor’s POV

Trevor was thankful for having a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend, but at times like these, he wished that he could put a plastic bag over your face. No, not just your face, your whole body. The two of you were at a media party with the Toronto Maple Leafs, just before the game that was tonight. And you had decided to wear the most mouth-watering, toe-curling, hottest dress ever, which he definitely made a note to thank you for later.

However, the dress drew the wandering eyes of too many people that Trevor was comfortable with. He gripped your waist, slightly embarrassed of the territorial feelings he had over you. But he worked goddamn hard to get you, he wasn’t letting you go. Unfortunately, Trevor was pulled away for an interview and you gave him a kiss before leaving to the bar.

“Are you confident in the game tonight?” The interviewer asked.

Trevor nodded, “Oh yeah for sure, I’m not saying the Leafs are bad, but I think we’ve honed our skills enough to beat them.”

The interviewer continued to talk, but Trevor’s eyes wandered away to you at the bar, talking to Troy Terry’s fiance and laughing. He went to look away, but saw William Nylander stride up to you and do a blatantly obvious sweep of your body. Trevor tightened his fist, but said nothing and kept watching the interaction between you and Nylander. He watched as Nylander stood a little too close to you for comfort and brushed his hand against your arm.

“Yeah that’s it,” Trevor said, ignoring the protests from the interviewer and walking over you. He draped a protective arm over your shoulder and plastered on a smile, “Hey baby,” he said to you and turned to William, “Hey Willy.”

William smiled, “Hey Trevor, I was just talking to your beautiful girlfriend here.”

Trevor’s teeth clenched, “Ah, well we best be going now, see you on the rink.”

He steered you away from Nylander and out of the room, you turned and draped your arms around his neck, his hands coming to rest on your hips, “I’m gonna go home and change and be right back for the game,” you said, smiling up at him.

All of Trevor’s annoyance sweeped away at the sight of your smile, “Aw, but I like this dress.” He laughed as you rolled your eyes and gave him a quick kiss, turning around to leave, “Wear my jersey, yeah?”

You grinned, “Always!”

A few hours later, the arena was filled with fans, chatting, and music. Trevor grinned as he did his warm-ups, he always loved the atmosphere of the games, and the fact that he saw you sitting up at the glass wearing his jersey made him happier.

The first period kicked off smoothly, with Troy scoring the first goal, but Matthews scored a goal at the last second. The second period was similar, Vatrano scored a goal and so did Marner. It was in the middle of the third period where things started to get rocky, Nylander had scored a goal and they kept pushing offense.

The puck flew to the boards and Trevor quickly skated over, but William was also there, the two of them struggling over control. That’s when everything went downhill.

“Your girlfriend is a looker eh? Mind if I have a hit?” Nylander said with a cocky smirk.

Trevor’s head snapped up, he barely even noticed Troy come in and take the puck, “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

William leaned in, “I said, I want to fuck your girlfriend,” he pronounced each word slowly. That’s when Trevor lost it, he shoved William back into the boards and pinned him there, ignoring the shouts from the players on the ice.

“Keep talking Nylander, I dare you,” Trevor said, his hands starting to visibly shake.

“Why are you being so defensive Zegras? Scared that you aren’t pleasing her enough? Hey, maybe I can make her scream my name and you can watch to take notes.”

Trevor shoved him again and threw his stick down, taking off his gloves and throwing the first punch. William responded by taking off his own gloves and fighting back, launching himself at Trevor. The referees tried to get in between them, but he shoved them away. William landed a good hit on Trevor, he could feel his lip split open and start to bleed. He smirked and wiped at the blood with his thumb, proceeding to hit William in the jaw. Their helmets had come off by now, laying discarded on the ice. After a few more hits, and a little bit more spilt blood, the refs were able to rangle them away from each other.

Reader’s POV

You’ve seen Trevor in plenty of fights, but you had never seen him that mad before. You couldn’t hear what Willy said, but it sent your boyfriend into an absolute frenzy. The rest of the third period went by in a blur, with the Ducks being able to score two more points and winning the game.

Soon enough, you were driving the car back home with Trevor in the passenger seat, completely silent. You could tell he needed to cool off, so you gave him space. Once the two of you got to your shared apartment, he went straight into the bedroom and you went into the kitchen. You decided to grab him an ice pack for his busted lip and went to the bedroom. He sat at the edge, hands holding his head.

“Trev,” you said softly, he looked up at you and you walked over to him. Sweeping his hair back with one hand and gently pressing the ice pack to his lip with the other, “Are you ok?” He didn’t answer, he just stared at you for a moment before removing your hand gently. He stood up and grabbed your waist, guiding you back until you hit a wall, “Trev?” you asked.

Suddenly, his lips were on yours, tasting slightly like copper. He deepened the kiss, softly biting your lower lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your hands wander up to his hair, tugging on it slightly, to which he hummed in approval. A tap on your thighs signaled you to jump up and wrap your legs around him, you could feel him pressing against the area that was getting increasingly tense.

You tugged at his hair again as his lips wandered down your jaw line and to the soft spot between your shoulder and neck, definitely leaving a mark there, “Trevor, please,” you whined, hips pressing into his.

He smiled against your neck and went back up to attach to your lips. He turned the two of you around and placed you onto the bed, kneeling just above you. You watched in fascination as he took off his shirt, revealing his toned abs from his years of being an athlete. You immediately ran your heads down his chest and across his stomach, never tired of exploring every inch of it.

You went to take off your own jersey, but was stopped by his hands grabbing yours, “Keep it on, I like it on you.”

You smiled as he dipped for another kiss and slowly started to inch his way down your body. He went to slide down your leggings and panties, with your help kicking them off. Your legs trembled in anticipation as he stayed there at the base of your shins.

He picked your leg up slightly and pressed a soft kiss to it, “You’re all mine, you got that?”

You whined as his lips traveled up your leg to the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Unfortunately, he stopped there, teasingly drawing circles with his fingers on your other thighs.

“I asked, you got that?” he said again. You nodded your head, just wanting him to move his mouth a few more inches. He hummed against your thigh, an agonizing feeling, “Use your words sweetheart.”

He looked up at you through his thick lashes, “I’m all yours,” you said.

He smirked and finally moved, you ended up saying that phrase a lot that night.

#hockey players #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #hockey men #willy nylander #spice #jealousy #hockey #fight

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hum-suffer · 4 months

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I'm Yours 2

Ishan has always been a light sleeper. His mother was proud of him and his dad, a man who craved snacks at midnight, bemoaned his habits.

So when he wakes up on Sunday morning with a fresh gajra tied on his wrist, for a moment, he wonders if this is a hallucination or a dream. He blinks and pinches his thigh, the sharp sting reminding him that it's reality. He frowns, and touches the gajra. It's real.

Ishan takes a deep breath.

"Let's bathe first and then deal with this," he says to himself. Another beat passes as he reconsiders his promise to himself. "Maybe have some tea first."

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He's so fucking glad that he had the tea first.

The moment he was more awake, he was panicking.

Someone fucking broke into his house? His house? His ancestral, beloved house that had marble flooring which made clancking sounds everytime he walked? Ishan cracks his neck and takes another fortifying breath, staring at the discarded gajra on the dining table. It feels very audacious. And flattering.

The thought is horrifying and for a moment, Ishan imagines his grandfather shaking his head at the bloody idiocy Ishan possesses. Wryly, he says outloud,"I'm a very good source of entertainment, aren't I, Dadaji?"

The house obviously remains silent. In a surprising turn, the loneliness he often feels seeps right back in.

He glances at the gajra again. "Hey, at least, someone alive gets entertainment from me."

He knows he should report this. But for now, he doesn't want to care. It's a bloody Sunday and he will be damned if something ruins his Sunday, even if it's a stalker/admirer.

A message pops on his phone just as he's about to wash his cup. 'Did you like the gajra, love?'

'don't have the hair for it, dude.'

He probably shouldn't antagonise a probable sociopath.

But hey, what is life, if not had decisions taken in the spirit of loneliness?

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When he's more settled, in the evening, Ishan goes out for a walk. His body aches in protest and the ink marks on his fingers dictate his profession to anyone who cares to see.

End of semester season is horrible, but more so when he already has to plan so much. Tomorrow's the seminar for something techy— Ishan doesn't know, he's the Hindi teacher, and he'd rather prefer not to know. Those things just rot his brain and he hates the seminars more than students, probably, but he'd do just about anything to take some load off of Virat bhaiya. Jaddu almost always lightens the mood at seminars, and he's back from his holiday to Jamnagar, and Ishan is counting on him to be the better part.

Apart from Shubhman, that is.

Ishan cannot get over his silly little crush, no matter how hard he tries and he hates it. That's a celebrity. A good looking, smart philanthropist who also owns a registered firm.

Ishan doesn't know the name of the firm, he realises with a groan. He gets his phone out, shoots a quick text to Shreyas to prepare the introduction speech for Shubhman.

The admirer, has sent him another message.

'Do you have any favourite colour?'

'yes, it's the shade stfu of the colour mind your business.'

'Lol. Really, tho. Don't make me dissect your wardrobe and make a guess, love'

Ishan's eyes narrow. He's not going to be ordered around by this bullshiter.

'Be my guest, love'

'i'm gonna overlook the rudeness for that endearment'

'Im gonna kill u'. Ishan doesn't even realise he's smiling until he casts a random glance at the windows of parked car. He controls his smile instantly.

'your looks already have'

Ishan scoffs at the blatantly cheesy line. Ew. 'Stay dead.'

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'You have an awful amt of blue clothes'

The message greets Ishan early in the morning, and so does the smell of jasmines. He looks down and there it is— a gajra tied on his wrist.

The pounding headache that he already has becomes more pronounced as he passes through the motions of his schedule, the message a background chatter in his head until he has the cup of tea in his hands.

So.

That happened.

Yesterday's gajra and today's gajra, side by side, stare at Ishan. Ishan gulps. He should not have done that— any of that.

"Kya kar Raha hai tu," he mutters to himself as his thumb hovers over the block button. Why is he hesitating?

(Maybe because he doesn't care of he's dead or alive. Maybe because he wants the attention. Maybe because the idea of being so desired makes him warm. Maybe because someone only focusing on him makes him feel cherished.

Ishan doesn't dissect these ideas.)

He blocks the number and reports it for good measure.

He's already almost late— the quest to find his beloved oversized blue silk shirt had taken too much time. He's probably left it back home, maybe. He doesn't remember taking it there but he's always been clumsy so who knows? He'll continue the quest later.

The smell of jasmines cling to his nose even after he's deliberately choosen a woodsy perfume.

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Shubhman is at perfect time.

Avesh, the admin staff manager, came almost running to Ishan when Shubhman, bless him, called in advance to say that he'll be at the college withing fifteen minutes.

If Shubhman keeps this up, Ishan will do something embarassing— like quoting Hannibal or something. The sheer appreciation Ishan feels for the man is beyond words.

As always, Rohit bhaiya had forgotten the matchsticks somewhere but Jas had come through and Ishan is now running around only making sure the height of the mic and the placement of flowers.

Siraj drags him forcefully to the gate of the faculty, to greet Shubhman. A volunteer student clicks photos as Virat Bhai hugs Shubhman, who always appears star struck at the attention from their resident King. Rohit bhaiya squeezes Shubhman in a tight hug and the smile Shubhman has on his face is blinding.

(Ishan wishes someone was as happy to see him. His colleagues are always fun, but they have lives— Ishan doesn't.)

When Shubhman turns to him, Ishan can't help but stare. He's wearing a navy blazer over a white shirt and dark blue jeans. His eyes, they're dark and intense. Ishan feels frozen.

"Ishan." His voice sounds so fucking good. He steps forward and before Ishan can hold his hand out for a handshake, Shubhman steps in his personal space and gives him a side hug.

Ishan breathes in, to calm his heart, and catches a distantly familiar scent from Shubhman. It's probably a kind of perfume Ishan knows, he's obsessed with scents.

"Shubhman. It's a pleasure to meet you again."

What the FUCK is he saying. Ishan wants to dig a hole in some lonely ground and bury himself. A pleasure to meet him? Could he be anymore obvious?

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine."

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The seminar goes on for two hours, perfectly adhering to the scheduled time and Shubhman has prepared enough to be also able to do a QnA. Ishan will marry him.

The students rush out of the seminar hall without a second thought, all of them sleepy and wanting to enjoy the rest of their day after the cancellation of their classes.

Ishan hums to himself as he wraps up the extra papers and wires, the bag for Shubhman ready to take. "Tulsi, reusable pen, certificate." He counts everything outloud and puts the bag aside. Someone lifts it up instantly. Ishan whips around, seeing Shubhman standing there grinning at him.

"Hello, there."

"Hi, Shubhman. How long have you been standing here?"

"Just long enough to hear that aap Mumbai aa sakte hai."

Ishan feels his face heat up instantly and shakes his head. Shubhman laughs. "Come on, I feel like we should close this hall before someone closes us inside it."

Would it really be so bad?

Oh god, when did he turn into a desperate teenager?

Ishan follows Shubhman out, talking about measley things like movies and songs, to see him off and help him settle with the gifts but they're met with Virat bhaiya and Rohit bhaiya standing at the gate of the faculty and a thundering rain.

Fuck.

They both despise the rain. Ishan does too, to be honest. Almost everyone at the college hates it. Mostly, because after rain, their usually pristine college roads turn into water holding corners at some areas and the greenery in their college always allows for mosquitoes after a good rain.

Virat bhaiya shakes his head,"Unnatural rains, at the time of diwali no less! Kya zindagi hai yaar."

"Why are you being dramatic?" Ishan asks with a groan,"I have to go back on my bike! I'm already applying for sick leave for tomorrow, Rohit bhaiya."

Before Rohit bhaiya can say anything, though, Shubhman frowns at him. "But why do you want to get soaked? I have my car, I'll drop you off at your place."

"Absolutely not, I'm not going to impose on you like that. And what about my bike?"

"I'll send Rutu or someone with it tomorrow to pick you up, bhai." Rohit bhaiya says. "Don't get sick uselessly! Shubhman is right, you don't need to get soaked for nothing."

Shubhman nods along,"And it's not imposing if I offered. Come on, let me do my good deed for the week."

Ishan looks helplessly at Virat bhaiya. He lifts his chin and gives him a reassuring look.

"Okay."

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Tagging: @mayakimayahai @kyayaarkiraa @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou @onthecloudseven @khwxbeeda @ek-ladki-bheegi-bhagi-si @fortunatelycrazyyouth @ishkrisq

#desiblr #suffer ye suhana nahi #desi tumblr #ishman #shubhish #shubhman gill #ishan kishan

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mrkis · 2 years

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𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :: 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

✗a little warning, this is very long and very detailed.

✗renjuns, chenles and jisungs sections may be shorter than the others because i'm still new to writing abt them and i find it a little tricky trying to see them in such a way at the moment so i'm sorry if its shitty. @saintlyhyuck helped me out with renjuns.

✗sidenote, donghyucks section is a slight spoiler to his series i'm going to be doing lol. it gives off stalker/yandere vibes, please be cautious when reading or skip it if you're not comfortable with that!!!

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you meet mark at a café where you work and he’s never been here before, but he only came because he lost a bet and had to buy everyone drinks. mark definitely has that ‘love at first sight’ mindset going on so the second he makes brief eye contact with you? he’s immediately in awe. he’s so infatuated. he can’t stop looking at you, he’s a stuttering mess ordering the drinks. purposely sits down just to stare at you longer even though he desperately has to be somewhere.

you know exactly what’s happening by the way. it’s blatantly obvious but honestly?? you don’t mind. not only do you kinda like the attention but it’s from the most prettiest boy you have ever laid eyes on??? its a win-win situation right here.

eventually, mark does makes the first move. he literally just scribbles his number onto a napkin and leaves it open on the table hoping that you'd be the one to pick it up and not some random customer or another worker, god he really should've thought this through because now he's panicking about his number getting into the wrong hands and— never mind you called him.

you talk back and forth for a while. he even meets you during your breaks just so he sit with you and keep you company. it doesn't take long for him to feel comfortable touching you. his shoulders brush against yours, his thigh pressed against yours, his fingers linger on your arm a little longer than usual. he definitely does that fake yawn and put his arm around your shoulders manoeuvre, thinks he's so slick and cool. it doesn't take long for the both of you to share a few small kisses when he walks you home or even in the back alleyway when you go outside for some fresh air on breaks.

mark, without a doubt, wants to sleep with you now but he will not be the first to initiate anything... which leaves you in a difficult position. you have never slept with anyone. it hasn't crossed your mind. you weren't interested in having sex with anyone until you met mark. but he doesn't know that and you're far too embarrassed to admit it... until you invited him in one night (purely under innocent intent) and his lips were feverishly on yours and his hands were moving beneath your shirt.

saying he was shocked is an understatement. he has no words. probably gets a little emotional over the fact that you're basically giving him your virginity but then it dawns on him that YOU are GIVING HIM your VIRGINITY and its suddenly becomes the hottest thing ever. he's gentle with you. laying beside you on the bed as he kisses you, shyly caressing your body and calling you the most beautiful girl. the two of you for sure share some giggles and some laughs, but it eases the tension. he makes you feel really good even though he has a extremely hard time controlling himself around you, especially while he's now hovering above you with your walls contracting around his dick, trying to accustom to the size.

he's breathing so heavily through his nose, his brain fuzzy, unable to comprehend what the fuck is actually going on but he's able to voice small little praises, his hands gently caressing your cheek and pushing your hair out of your face, asking how you feel and if anything hurts. he wants to move so badly but he remains still just for you. it's torture, but you matter more.

renjun is a friend of a friend, someone who is in your friendship group but never really speak to. he keeps to himself, head buried into a book with his glasses slipping down his nose, drowning in oversized sweaters and wearing bulky headphones to block out the chatter around him, way too focused on the words that are written on the pages. you'd be lying if you said you weren't intrigued by him. there was just something about renjun that piqued your interest, and it wasn't a secret that you were clearly attracted to the quiet nerd in the group. you're positive renjun even knows about your little attraction towards him, although he's never made a move much to your dismay.

that is until you two are alone at a small gathering one of your mutual friends hosted, the others disappearing to go buy more beers and snacks while you both are made to stay at the house, the car too small to fit all of you inside. as always, renjun brings his book, but you're not entirely convinced he's able to focus on the words with the way he's peering over the top of the book to meet your eyes across the room, cheeks tinted a light shade of red.

he asks why you're staring at him to which you reply that he's pretty to look at, the alcohol giving you a boost of confidence. he's flustered, the book almost slipping from his grasp but he clears his throat to regain himself, muttering how you look pretty too with his own sudden confidence. it doesn't take long for you to clamber into his lap after a few back and forth compliments, ripping the book out of his hands and throwing it somewhere to the side before your lips connected.

the kiss is awkward. it's soft and hesitant, but it's one of the best kisses you've ever had. to be fair, you haven't shared a lot of kisses with other people, but you're giving renjun everything you've got and he seems to be giving his 100%, fingers gripping your hips tightly as your lips trail down his neck, marking him up, almost claiming him as yours. he's a whining mess, hips jerking beneath yours as his cock strains against his pants, desperate to be touched. you want to touch him, relieve him of his pent up frustration, but there's just one problem. you have no idea what you're actually doing.

when you whisper to him that you're a virgin and haven't gone further than some very light petting, something inside him switches. he flips you both around, your back crashing down against the sofa cushions and he's hovering above you, eyes dark and wild. that sub exterior completely slipping away, replacing with a dom that's eager to take control which excites you. clothes are immediately peeled off of both of your bodies once he mutters that you don't have a lot of time to yourselves until the others get back, his hips uncontrollably rut against yours, tip brushing against your clit.

you're whining for him to touch you, almost pleading him to do something, to do anything to help get rid of that ache between your legs but you gasp as you feel a sting spread across your cheek, looking up at renjun in surprise at the sudden slap. you never expected this from the quiet nerd in your friend group and you never would expect him to wrap his hand around your throat as he slowly eases his cock inside of you, making sure not to move too abruptly and hurt you, which is a complete contrast to his actions a mere few seconds prior. he's grunting in your ears about how tight your pussy feels around him, fucking you slow and deep that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hands grasping at his around your throat.

jeno's your next door neighbour that you've been friends with for years that suddenly got hot over the summer break and now you can't stop thinking about him in such vulgar ways. you've been close since middle school, always sharing secrets and stories, having sleepovers and laughing until the crack of dawn. you could confidently say he is your best friend and you are his but the summer break got too busy to the point you were unable to see each other. you didn't hang out at all.

the first time you see jeno is when the summer break is almost over and he's standing in his front garden, shirtless, holding a beer in his hand and standing next to his best friend who's grilling meat for their get together bbq that they have almost every weekend. he's so pretty to look at, especially with his newly dyed pink hair that's tousled from the amount of times he ran his fingers through it.

the first time jeno sees you is when you emerge from your house in the most tiniest of shorts to accompany your family members who were relaxing in the garden. jeno was, admittedly, staring at your legs and your ass the entire time, wondering when the fuck did you have that glow up. he has always found you cute and adorable since you were both young, but now? you're hot. you're sexy.

your mother notices him looking over and is the first to initiate the conversation, beckoning him on over and asking all types of questions, even complimenting his appearance which makes you embarrassed at her behaviour, but this helps start yours and Jeno's first conversation of the last remaining week of summer break. you click straight away.

you're back to hanging out and talking every day, sitting in his garden under the blazing sun in your most tight fitted bikinis which jeno starts to notice, but he doesn't comment on it, instead he wears his own tight fitted swim shorts, flexing his thighs whenever he sits down beside you. you both get a little tipsy and this is where the honestly rolls off of your tongue. you tell him how you don't want to be a virgin anymore and that going into college with no sexual experience sounds lame (although it really doesn't). jeno just stares at you with a smirk on his face, nodding and humming along to all the things that you say and then he says it.

the way he so casually offers to take your virginity almost makes you choke on your own saliva but you keep calm and collected, simply nodding your head. you thought maybe jeno would've dropped the subject after that or laughed and told you that he was joking, but what you didn't expect was jeno to take your hand in his and tug you inside of his house, immediately pulling you onto his lap the second he sits down on his sofa.

he leans back against the cushions, smirking with his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shoves your bikini bottoms to the side and circles his fingers around your entrance. jeno is all but kind to you for your first time. of course he makes sure that you are wet enough but he at least wants to make you cum twice on his fingers before he even thinks about shoving his cock inside you. he makes you do that. he makes you sit on his cock, gesturing you to grip his cock and put it in yourself with a simple nod of his head, capturing your lips with his in a messy kiss as he first enters inside of you.

the thing is with donghyuck, he obsesses over things and gets attached pretty easily. if there's a new game he likes, he'll continuously play it as if there's no other game in the world. if there's a new food he likes, he'll only eat that until the thought of it makes him violently sick and he finds something different. with people he crushes on, donghyuck does everything and anything to be around them, forcing his way into their comfort zone... and you were his next target.

he first met you during a morning class you shared together and you were made to sit next to him due to a minor inconvenience, bare faced and covered in an oversized red hoodie, smelling like fresh strawberries. donghyuck froze in his seat, unable to tear his eyes away from the side of your head. his favourite colour is red and he really likes strawberries. what a coincidence? you're perfect. you're his.

his staring wasn't subtle, which made you feel a little more annoyed than you already were from being forced to move seats, and you turn to look at him to tell ask him what the fuck he was staring at until you see the look in his eyes. they're filled with want, with desire, with need. a smirk is now plastered across his lips and he leans his elbows on the table, his eyebrow raising at your own staring but you tear your eyes away from him in an instant, focussing your attention on the professor in front.

you notice the appearances donghyuck starts to make in your everyday life; sitting near your table at lunch, studying at the library while you're there, present in every class you're in together, following you on your social medias, liking your posts on instagram, creating stories with your favourite music playing in the background... he isn't slick, and he knows it.

you eventually end up cornering donghyuck the next time you see him, especially when he ends up sitting in one of your favourite restaurants eating one of your favourite meals (which, by the way, you have never posted or hardly spoke about).he's beaming when you plant yourself in the chair opposite him, demanding him to answer all of your questions about him knowing so much about you, but obvious donghyuck doesn't care, not when he finally has your attention after craving it for so long.

how you end up in a five hour conversation with him is beyond you. you expected to be gone after confronting him, but you're captivated by his smile and the way he talks to you, so you didn't have it in you to get up and leave just like that. he's already got you wrapped around his fingers, he's already obsessed, but he feels his obsession grow a little more stronger when he manages to get a raw confession out of you.

your virginity hardly meant anything to you. you never actively went out looking for a hookup nor are you saving it up for that 'someone special', it was just there. but donghyuck manages to persuade you to bring him home with you, promising that it wasn't for any other motive than to hang out, but you eventually end up with both of your clothes thrown carelessly on the floor and him in between your legs, desperate lips biting and sucking at your skin, savouring the way you taste. he's always been curious.

donghyuck feels like he's in heaven once he's sheathed inside of you, buried to the hilt, body flush against yours. he feels like he could cry as he cradles your cheek in his hand, a smile creeping onto his lips as he watches your face contort from pain into pleasure, nails digging into his biceps and creating raw scratch marks that he can't wait to admire later. his grip tightens around your jaw, his thumb harshly digging in your bottom lip before pushing through the small gap, pressing his thumb against your tongue as he rolls his hips forward, your squeals and moans filling his ears. he's got you. you're his.

jaemin is your flatmate. he's a good flatmate. he's clean and tidy, he makes dinner every other night, he washes the dishes and he helps with the laundry. he's a perfect flatmate... so, what's the problem? you are, undoubtedly, cursed with a fuckboy as a flatmate.

he fucks loud. it's loud and obvious. his bedframe rattles against the bedroom wall, his grunts fill the hallways and his hookups scream the whole flat down with their squeals and moans of pleasure. he has zero shame.

truth be told, you're jealous. not because he's having sex with other people and not you. you're jealous because he's able to have sex whenever he wants without any concerns or problems. you're too shy to look for a hookup and you most definitely don't want to hookup with just any person. it's frustrating and it's irritating... which is why you make the stupid decision in finding the courage to ask jaemin to be your first.

he emerges out of his room one morning shirtless, scratch marks decorating his shoulders and lower back, a smile on his lips as he leads last nights hookup to the front door, waving her a quick goodbye and allowing her to plant her lips on his cheek before leaving. he closes the door, meeting your eyes across the room that stare at him. he's pulling a face, asking you what's wrong as he walks on over, hands resting on his hips with sass.

the look on his face when you tell him you want him to experience what sex is like with him would've made you piss your pants if it wasn't for your embarrassment and insecurities. when he asks you why you want him, you're taken back. you expected a simple yes or no, not an explanation which makes you feel a little awkward now, refusing to make eye contact with him when you explain your situation. you even add on that you want your first to be with someone experienced... and jaemin has a lot of experience.

he takes his time to answer and you accept defeat, preparing yourself to get turned down and be a helpless virgin for the rest of your life but jaemin's already taking your hand in his, dragging you to his bedroom with such urgency.

it baffles you how gentle jaemin is with your body, knowing what he's truly like behind the four walls of this bedroom. the light touches and soft kisses he makes on your skin makes your head spin. the praises and words of encouragement warms your heart. he's all about foreplay he claims, fingering you open with his middle and ring finger, talking you through the process all while leaving kitten licks and soft kisses on your folds.

he allows you to control the pace even though he's on top, not before making sure you're comfortable and ready. you're scared, gripping his bicep tightly in your grasp, sucking in a deep breath when you tell him to just fuck you. he's laughing, cooing at you words, calling you sweet and cute as his cock slips into your prepped pussy. he whispers sweet little nothings in your ears to calm you down when he feels your body tensing up, mumbling about how tight you feel around his cock and that you feel so good, that you're doing so well for him.

he even holds your hand throughout it, smothering your face with the most tender kisses, waiting for you to tell him his next move.

you hate chenle. you hate him with a passion. he's loud. he's annoying. he's sassy and he's overly confident that it makes you sick. he lives and breathes to tease you, to rile you up and cause a reaction. you loathe him.

chenle knows this, of course. he thrives off of it, almost making it a mission to make you angry at least once a day. he makes small comments, he steals your shit, he mocks you when you talk and he tries to trip you whenever you walk by. it's a game for him. a sick and twisted game that makes you want to strangle him to death.

you never really laid your hands on chenle before, minus a few arm punches here and there, but the first time you actually touched him with the intent of killing him was when chenle took his teasing a step too far. your hands were around his throat before realising, cursing and shouting at the top of your lungs as you climb onto his lap for a better grip, threatening to end his life for making your life a living hell.

chenle's cackling, finding joy in your anger as he tries to peel you off of him, digging his hands under your armpits to tickle you, pinching your sides to throw you off but his ministrations die down when he feels the way you're moving on top of him, your hips accidentally grinding down on his to keep yourself stable.

he's gulping, eyes blown out wide, hands resting on your waist as he stares up at you and you go to make a comment about who the fuck he was staring at until you feel it, the hardness poking at your inner thigh. you reel back in surprise but chenle's got you trapped in his hold, unable to move off his lap without you struggling, causing you to move on his cock that continues to grow in his pants.

you call him a sick fuck, chiding him for enjoying this but he's not listening, panting heavily with each movement of your hips. you raise your hand to hit his arm for his attention but he's quick to grab it, pressing the palm of your hand around his throat tightly as he begs you to do it again. you're dumbstruck, unable to form a sentence as you stare at him incredulously.

you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the position you were in, allowing yourself to wrap your fingers around his neck and grind your hips down on his cock. he's gasping and grunting, his own fingers digging into your waist to quicken your movements and it doesn't take long for him to remove each of your clothes, begging to be touched and pleased.

before either of your underwear are thrown across the room, he confesses that he's never had sex before, that this is his first time to which you nod your head, admitting that you've never gone this far with anyone either. a few messy handjobs and awkward fingering sessions have been present in your lifetime but never sex. this is new for the both of you.

it's exciting. it's exhilarating to have sex with someone you despise so much, but that's what makes it so fun, especially when you're fucking each other with so much hatred and pent up frustrations.

jisung has been your boyfriend for a little over four months. relationships are fairly new to you both and being as shy as you are, neither of you have gone further than a few shared kisses. it's not like you didn't want to have sex with jisung, because you really do, it's the fact that you literally have no idea what to do and you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of your first boyfriend.

jisung is in a similar position, he wants to have sex with you, he wants to know what it's like to be so intimate and close to you... but how the fuck is he supposed to do that with no experience? what would happen if he can't please you the way you deserve to be pleased? what if he can't make you cum? god, he's a mess. his head is in his hands and his phone is unlocked beside him with multiple tabs open with articles and videos teaching him how to please a woman, some a little more intimidating than others, babbling to himself how he's going to be a virgin forever.

you're standing at the bedroom door, watching him with wide eyes and the second you step further into the room, the floorboards creak beneath your weight and his head snaps up in alarm. his hand slams down on his phone when the woman on a video starts to explain where the clit is and you try your best to supress your laugh when his face turns red and eyes glassy, clearly embarrassed at being caught.

jisung's rambling now, confessing while also making excuses that make no sense whatsoever but his words die down when you sit beside him and unlock your phone to show him your own research, flicking through countless of tabs that teaches you how to give a handjob and how to ride a dick. he swears that he even saw a article with the title: "how to make someone cum"

this stirred something inside of jisung so he, shockingly, made the first move to kiss you and you happily reciprocated. the two of you awkwardly move around on your bedsheets, struggling to peel items of clothing off of your bodies and you laugh at the way his sweater gets caught around his head. laughing helps eases the situation and you both share a few giggles but the nerves come immediately flying back when jisung is between your open legs, hands shaking as he rolls the condom on his length.

your body trembles with anxiety, trying to hold yourself back from covering your most intimate areas and you refuse to meet his eyes when he hovers over you, his breath fanning across your cheeks. jisung feels his own body shake with anxiety as he wraps his hand around himself, nudging his tip at your entrance and the painful gasp you let out during his first initial push makes him freak out, pulling back almost immediately you shake your head, fingers interlocking with his tightly, eyes staring into his so lovingly as he pushes back into you.

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