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lenacosse · 2 months

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Worst behaviour

pairing: theo nott x fem reader (no mention of y/n)

cw: smut (sub theo), alcohol, violence and strong language

word count: 2,033

summary: your bf theo is being flirty with other girls, so you give him payback. he doesn’t like that and starts a fight, which somehow leads to him being a submissive mess teehee.

a/n: dedicated to the biggest twink ever enjoy ;)

‘i been on my worst behaviour

but, baby, i don’t need no saviour

i’m way outta line

but i kind of like the way i

feel when i just don’t give a fuck’

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The scent of sweat and cheap booze fill your nose as you push through the tangle of bodies to make your way over to the drink station. You scope the area in attempt to find either your friends or your boyfriend, after pouring your drink you catch the eyes of your boyfriend, Theo Nott who’s sprawled out on the sofa with two gorgeous looking girls. He’s smoking a joint and one of the girls is whispering something in his ear. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the great betrayal in front of you, the anger was bubbling inside of you ready to overspill and cause you to lose your shit. But you ultimately realised this was just a Theo thing to do, would he actually cheat? Absolutely not. But were you going to make him get onto his knees and beg to even be around you after tonight? Absolutely.

In one swift movement you downed your drink, shaking off the burn of alcohol as you adjust your top to show more cleavage. One final look in Theo’s direct only fuelled your fire further. You discarded off your cup and made your way back into the crowd, the Slytherin common room where you currently stand is far from empty. The only time all the houses can comfortably come together is in light of a party, no one cared what your status or your house was on nights like these. All everyone wanted was to get absolutely piss drunk to the point they couldn’t remember their own names, and that to you was nothing short of exciting.

The radio from across the room played its classic pop hits, one’s that had your hips swaying and your head thumping. Beside you was Cormac Mclaggen, the most egotistical bastard you knew, that made him perfect for your aim. Slowly you brushed your arm over his bicep, this catches his attention to lock eyes with you. A sly smirk plastered over your mouth whilst you moved closer, wrapping an arm around his neck.

“Hey,” Cormac slurred, his hands rested on your hips. Not daring to dip any further just yet.

“Shhh.” You moved your free hand to his mouth putting your finger on his lip to shut him up. His grip tightened on your hips as you sway your body to the beat. Looking over his shoulder you spot Theo at the drink station, helping himself.

Theo locks eyes with you, sending you a flirtatious wink. That is until he noticed your arms around Cormac, his expression changed to one almost unrecognisable he was undoubtedly furious, his look could kill. This only encouraged you to grind up on Cormac and move your hand into his hair gripping on in. In turn he grabbed your ass pulling you even closer into him so there wasn’t even an inch between your bodies. You moved your gaze back to where Theo was, yet he wasn’t there. As if on cue Cormac fell to the floor, you set your eyes on Theo who had his fists balled ready to punch.

Cormac scurried to his feet only to be immediately knocked down by Theo’s punch. Around you a circle had formed of drunk teenagers encouraging this fight. A tang of guilt washed through you as your gaze met Theo’s bitter glare. Before he could get another punch in you grabbed his arm and with all your strength dragged him out. As soon as you were in the corridor he pinned you against the wall.

“The fuck you playing at?” Theo fumed, his hot breath caressing your cheek as one of his legs rested between your thighs.

“Could ask you the same question.” You shoved him off you and walked off down the halls, your only want was to go to your dorm.

“What?” Theo sighed and followed after you, he was at your heel as you walked. “Ask me the same question? I wasn’t the one grinding against Cormac Fucking Mclaggen.”

“Well fucking spotted Nott I’d be concerned if you were.” You sneer, your speed only increasing as you stomp up the stairs.

Theo let out an exasperated sigh as he continued to follow you. “Would you talk to me for fuck sake? Why are you doing this to me?! You can’t just get on with someone else right in front of my eyes.”

You let out a breathy laugh and stop in your tracks. You turn around and cross you arms. “Oh so the boundaries only apply to me hm?”

“What are you on about?”

You just sigh and continue walking, you make it to your door and walk in. You attempt to slam it behind you but Theo catches it and walks in.

“Piss off Theo.”

“No not until you tell me what the fuck you’re talking about.” With that you grab his collar and slam him against the door.

“I fucking told you to piss off. You want to go fuck other girls? Be my guest.” You sneer. You drop his collar and look at him you expected to see him riled up but he was just staring at you so intensely you felt your cheeks heat up.

“You know I’d never cheat on you.”

“Doesn’t seem that way.”

Theo reached out to grab your waist but you pushed him off.

“Don’t. Just go away.”

“Im sorry, I didn’t mean to piss you off.”

“Piss me off?” You scoff. “Theo it took everything in me not to fucking slaughter you.”

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Then leave. I don’t want to be around you right now.”

“Come on baby please.” Theo grabbed your waist again, running his hands up and down your hips. His mouth brushed lightly over your neck. Making you shudder.

“No.” You pushed him off and took a few steps back, you knew at the rate he was turning you on you were close to giving in, but you wanted to make him graft for it.

“Please,” his voice came out in a soft whisper and he moved closer to you. You sighed as you crossed your arms, you expected him to just give up but he dropped to his knees.

“Theo.. get up.”

“No, I’m not moving until you forgive me.”

You roll your eyes and stare at him. “You’ll be there for awhile. Do you even have any idea how fucked off I am with you having constant fucking attention? All those girls flirting with you and giggling at your stupid fucking jokes. God! You drive me insane.”

Theo grabbed onto your thighs, caressing them as he stared up at you with the most fuckable expression you’ve ever saw. His eyes were pleading for forgiveness and his mouth was ever so slightly dressed with a frown.

“They don’t matter. I’m yours. Through and through.” His hand inched closer to under your skirt and you sucked in a breath.

“How did you feel whenever I was all over Cormac? Did it piss you off? Make you feel like shit? Cause that’s how I felt.”

“I’m so sorry princess. Just wanna make it up to you.” Theo replied as he kissed your inner thigh. You let out a soft groan but instantly moved back.

“Get on the bed.”

Theo just smirked at you and got on your bed. You striped down to just your bra and underwear as you straddled him, his hands instantly went to your hips.

“No. You’re not allowed to touch me.”

“…baby.”

“Should’ve thought about it beforehand.” You smirked as you started to underdress him. You went painfully slow, taking your time to tease him. Underneath you, you could feel him rock hard.

You got off his lap and kneeled in between his legs slowly pulling down his boxers. His throbbing cock came out, you could tell he was painfully turned on and you had no intention on making that easier for him.

“You do not cum until I say so. Got it?” You immediately attach your lips to his tip and start sucking him off.

“Y-yes, fuck.” Theo moaned, the noise making your stomach flip.

You sped up your movements, making sure your pleasuring every single part of him to the point he’s gripping the sheets in attempt to distract from the pleasure. You look up at him your eyes stern as you slowly pull back, bitting your lips as you remove your bra. You could tell he was close and was trying his hardest to obey you. His forehead had a layer of sweat and his eyes were glistening with tears. You went back down again, this time you worked him hard. You ran your tongue over his most sensitive part which caused a pornographic moan to escape his mouth, you caressed his balls which had his knuckles turning white whilst his jaw clenched.

“Please baby. I can’t hold it much longer, please let me cum.”

“No. You haven’t proven to me you’re sorry just yet,” you respond as you pull back from him. You slide your underwear off as you straddle him once again.

“I’ll do anything please, at least let me touch you.” He pleaded, his voice was hoarse and needy. You would be lying if you said you weren’t turned on more than ever. But you had to maintain your cause.

“The more you ask the worse this’ll be. Just shut you mouth and do as your told,” you lean forward attaching your lips to his neck softly sucking. As you hit his sweet spot he lets out a deep groan that has you clenching around nothing.

Slowly you move off his neck admiring the many hickeys you left in place and you grab his jaw, forcefully making him look at you.

“You’re mine. Never let me catch you so much as even talking to another girl or I’ll make you suffer.”

“Im yours princess. No one else’s.”

“That’s right,” you kiss him harshly as you move your hips to hover over his cock.

You slide down onto him letting him fill you up. His perfect length makes your eyes roll back as you move away from the kiss, you grab his shoulders and move yourself on him. Your movements are so needy and frantic that the bed rapidly pounds off the wall, you were sure anyone could hear you both but you didn’t care. It showed everyone what was yours. Your nails racked down his chest, leaving agitated hot red marks carved into his skin. You watched as Theo struggled to stay intact, you could feel his cock fighting furiously to hold back. His moans solidified it, they were messy and hot as was he right now. His eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw furiously twitching. You went faster on him chasing that release, the pleasure built up inside of you as you gripped onto the head board. Your hips rapidly slammed down on top of his as you felt yourself quickly losing control. Finally you came hard over him, moaning incoherent thoughts as you rid out your high.

You lifted yourself off him and went in between his legs again, his tip was furiously swollen and he was painfully hard. You slowly ran your tongue over his tip making him hiss in response.

“Please- I can’t anymore.” Theo moaned. “Need to cum, fuck it hurts.”

“If you want to cum Theo you can beg for it.” You smirk running you hand up and down his cock slowly.

“Please, please let me cum. I’ll never disrespect you again, please princess. Im so sorry, I just need your mouth so so bad.”

“See? Wasn’t so hard was it.”

You hum and suck him off again, barely five seconds later he came down your throat with a strident moan. Slowly you pulled back swallowing it all, the sight before you was quite literally heavenly. Theo’s face was covered in utter bliss, his eyes were sunken in and relaxed and his usually tame hair was anything but. He looked at you with a bashful grin, which made you feel warmth.

“We good now?” Theo questioned.

“Absolutely,” you grinned and kissed him softly. The two of you settled down together forgetting all feelings of jealousy and resentment.

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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My Daughter, My Little Girl

Platonic Yandere Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Platonic yandere, NSFW (spanking punishment), non-consensual spanking, spanking of a teenager, bare bottom spanking, Gojo is trying so hard to adopt you, injured reader from fighting, reader’s parents died, Gojo is a patronizing asshole

Master List

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Satoru Gojo drags you all the way back to the high school and into the classroom by your upper arm. You limp awkwardly due to your injured leg and foot, trailing slightly behind him. Keeping up with his wide gait is proving to be tough for you. He’s extremely displeased with you, but what did he expect? He never allows you to go on missions, and you’ve been at this fucking school for six months now!

He lets go of you once he closes the shoji door. It slides shut, and he whirls on you with covered eyes. His mouth is set in a firm line, his usual smile replaced with one of pure condescension.

“Look at you, almost shredded to the bone.” He grabs you by the jaw, squeezing your cheeks as they puff around his fingertips. “What was a little girl like you thinking you could do against a grade two curse? You went out on a mission you weren’t approved for, risked your life, got all nice and banged up. Albeit, I never intended to approve of you going on any missions. That’s not the reason why I brought you here.”

You furrow your browns, not understanding what he’s talking about. “What? Why did you bring me here if you don’t plan on letting me go on missions?”

“Well, you see, you have potential. No, not as a sorcerer. You’re far too weak for that life. You have potential for something else: a special place in my life…wait for it — as my daughter! Yay!”

A few beats of silence go by where you simply look at him with fear and anger.

“You don’t seem too excited. Don’t worry. Once we get your punishment over with, I’m sure we can find some way to bond. Get to know each other a little. What do you say?” He pokes you in the ribs.

“I’m not your daughter, and I never will be!”

“Aw, you’re breaking your old man’s heart here. Well, either way, your ass still has a date with my hand, so why don’t you go on and hobble up to the desk over there?”

Limping past him, you shudder a deep sigh as you look at the hard surface that you’re meant to bend over. He can’t seriously do this to you. It has to go against some kind of school regulation.

When you arrive, you give him an unsure look.

“You can bend over now you know?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re an asshole?”

“Hmmm, not that I can recall, but keep on talking like that to your Papa, and I’ll have to stick a bar of soap in your mouth. Wouldn’t want that, right? I’d suggest keeping the curses to a minimum and just trying to behave.”

You’re so angry that you grab your hair and stomp your uninjured foot. “You’re not my Papa! Stop it!”

“Oh-ho-ho, getting a little pouty now are we? Someone’s gonna need a nap after this.”

Gojo instantly appears right behind you, pushing you down onto the desk. Your hips bump against the edges uncomfortably, and you hate how easy this was for him.

You try to take it stoically, biting the inside of your cheek as his heavy hand mercilessly scorches your backside. You feel like you might burst into tiny pieces if you don’t scream, but you hold that feeling in, shoving it down to the very bottom of your being.

“Hm, must not be doing it hard enough,” he says behind you.

Your eyes grow wide, and you turn to look over your shoulder at him. Not hard enough? No, no, he’s spanking you so hard to begin with!

Lifting your skirt to reveal your black, sheer tights, his palm cracks down like lightning, and this time, oh, this time you can’t help but howl.

“Are you even allowed to do this, Sensei?!”

“Uh, obviously, I can do whatever I want.”

Still cracking jokes.

You clench your fists with fury. “Oh, you’re just the worst!”

“You know-“ he lands a particularly hefty blow to your right thigh, “you never were that great with insults.”

“Fuck you, damnit!”

He stops spanking you and simply cages you with his hands on both sides of your waist. He leans in against the shell of your ear, scolding you. “Hey now, this is a high school to learn about how to defeat curses, not a place to throw them around in.”

You scream into your folded arms when he takes the final steps in lowering your tights and panties. You try to reach back to block him from doing so, but all he does is swat your hand away.

“Settle down, we still have a while to go.”

Shaking your head, you sob at him. “No! I don’t want anymore!”

“How about this: if you say ‘I’m sorry, Daddy’, then I’ll stop. Deal?”

No. Absolutely not. No way in fucking hell!

“Get bent, old man…”

You’re not sure why THAT came out of your mouth, but you’re pretty sure it was the wrong thing to say because Gojo immediately starts targeting the most sensitive part of your bottom and thighs.

“Why do you even want me to be your daughter?!”

Satoru’s hand never pauses as he answers, “Because you’re just such a little bat shit crazy cutie, and it’s obvious that you need a dad in your life. I wouldn’t want anyone else taking that role.”

It’s getting to a rough point where you don’t think you can take this much longer. The words to end this punishment are tempting to say, right on the tip of your tongue as tears cascade down your scarlet cheeks. Should you just relent and say them? You might not even have to mean them. You could just say it to end this fucking stupid spanking.

Fuck, Sensei is such a damn asshole!

But you can’t. You can’t do it. You feel it would be so disrespectful to your papa’s memory, the one who died when you were twelve. He was a great papa, and your mama was the best too. You had such great parents, but they’re gone, and now your sensei is trying to take your father’s place.

It strikes your heart, and it makes you cry even harder. Your shoulders shake as you wail and howl into the desk. No, no, no!

You don’t want to say it. You don’t want to.

But the absolute burn in your hide is too much.

It would be disrespectful to your papa’s memory!

Satoru’s hand is coming down even harder against your raw skin.

And then he does something absolutely wicked. Sensei drags the tips of his nails lightly over your well-punished flesh.

Your eyes widen as you yelp from the sensation. It feels like everything, down to the last nerve, has been amplified.

One more smack, two more, three more. It’s all raw, and the burn is deeper and more lively now than it was before.

You clench your nails into your palms and wail, “I’m sorry, Daddy!”

His hand suddenly stops. “I didn’t quite catch that. Wanna repeat it?”

Oh, the smug asshole!

You gulp down breaths and sobs, you try to wait until your throat is clear. “I…I’m sorry…Daddy…”

Fuck, you didn’t know you could blush any harder than before.

“Awww, it’s okay, sweetie. Daddy forgives you.” He helps you up off the desk and holds you in his long arms. “You just cry it all out. Go on. That’s a good girl.”

As you stand there, your skirt falls back into place. However, your tights and underwear remain at mid thigh.

You hate how patronizing he’s being. Condescension drips from his tongue like venom, and you want to punch him in the dick.

But the comfort’s nice, and at least he’s not inflicting pain on you anymore.

“How about you go take that nap now, hm? How does that sound?”

You nod in response. Anything to get away from him right now.

But he doesn’t let you off that easily. No, he pats the seat of your skirt as a warning.

“Yes, Daddy. It sounds good.”

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wegc · 4 months

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All of this perv! Talk is getting me 🫠🤤

I love the way you write Chan but how do you think the other boys would be as pervs

I feel like Han would be the nastiest perv

Seungmin would be secret like taking upskirt photos and stuff

Minho would be possessive as hellll

But let me know what you think, doesn’t need to be a full think if you want just some thoughts

Love the work you put out, can’t wait for more!🧡

If it’s available can I be 🧡anon?

first of all, thank you so much🥹

and YES omg, i agree with you completely. jisung and minho (i think) would be the nastiest and would be the only two with absolutely no shame in what they’re doing (especially minho hehe).

jisung holds first place for panty stealing and shows no remorse when he encounters you looking for them! i can picture him purchasing a cute gift box that contains all your stolen underwear—articles of cotton and lace fabric messily shoved in there.

he also definitely takes photos of you in compromising positions and fists his little cock to them, moaning and whining loudly, with zero intent to secrete what he’s doing.

and seungmin taking up-skirt photos omg. he finds you so captivating when you’re dressed up girlishly, and skirts are his absolute favourite, not only because you look so lovely, but because you’re extra accessible. he can’t help but stand behind you, pretending to look for something as he takes quick photos of your covered cunt to keep for later (he prays one day that he’ll catch you naked under the skirt).

i can also see seungmin grinding his hard-on against your ass whenever you’re sitting on his lap, sighing and squeezing your hips firmly as you look behind to stare at him curiously.

minho would be so possessive, oh my gosh.

i can picture him trying to figure out your cellphone password in hopes of discovering nudes in there when you’re not around.

once he ultimately figures it out, he steals your phone as you’re sleeping and impatiently unlocks your hidden photos, his cock swelling upon uncovering hundreds of photos of your tits and cunt—photos of you in lingerie, videos of you fucking yourself—holy shit, he thinks, were you always such a fucking slut?

he immediately sends them to himself and deletes the chat afterwards to keep you from finding out.

after scrolling through all of your photos and having his fair share of pleasure jerking himself off to all of them, he looks through the rest of your phone late into dusk, dedicating hours to examining your messages, social media, etc. who just followed you? who did you just call?

he feels himself grow irritated with the number of men you speak to, not many to the average individual but enough for lee minho—you didn’t send any of them your nudes, right?

whatever, whether you did or didn’t, you certainly weren’t going to anymore—not when he’s blocking every single man he’s concerned about from your phone. he’ll confess to you soon anyway—you’re already his, as far as he’s concerned.

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mamisfavmosher · 6 months

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hi love, can i request something similar to tap out but where reader’s being too overstimulated and passes out please? thank you!

of course! thanks for the request!

pass out // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

(see what i did there?) anyways, sorry this took so long...

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: kinda rough!judgment day, reader passes out, spanking, degradation kinda, slapping, almost safewording, crying, etc

Readers POV

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!" I pleaded.

To be fair, I had been a brat all day and it was only a matter of time until I did something that the rest of the Judgment Day deemed out of line. The act in question was intentionally tripping Damian on his way to the ring just to be petty. In the moment, he had immediately turned to glare at me, but refused to acknowledge the situation anymore until we reached the dressing room.

"Oh, so now you wanna apologize? Too bad. You've been a brat all day and I'm sick of it!" Priest raised his voice. His hand closed around my throat, pinning me to the wall. I watched in a panic as Rhea's lips painted a sinister smile onto her face. "You dumb whore." Damian shoved me toward the couch where Rhea was now sitting. I felt tears starting to gather in my eyes as I knew what was coming.

Rhea cracked her knuckles and pulled me over her lap. "You think you can humiliate the Judgment Day, huh?" Her hand came down hard on my ass and I immediately tried to squirm out of her hold. I gasped in pain as I felt the tingle starting to form on my skin from where her ring-clad fingers had struck. "Bad news, you little bitch," Her hand came down hard again. "You can't." I writhed in her grip as she continued spanking me, the pain increasing greatly with each hit.

"Mami, please! Please, stop, it hurts!" I sobbed as tears rolled down my cheeks. She only hit me harder.

"Serves you write, chica," Dom moved closer and fisted his hand into my hair. "You wanted to act like a brat, so now we're gonna treat you like one." He bared his teeth toward me in an evil grin, the hand in my hair moving to roughly shove my face to the side before slapping my cheek. Tears pricked in my eyes as the pain spread through my face. "Open up." His thumb hooked into my mouth and forcefully opened it wider. Dom quickly shoved his pants down his legs before thrusting into my mouth.

Rhea made a sound of approval from behind me as I gagged and choked on Dom's cock, her finger nails scratching over my sore flesh. "Why don't you two boys come and join in on the fun, too?" She looked toward Damian and Finn who had been watching the scene play out so far. The two men smirked at each other before making their way over to us.

Finn was now side by side with Dom, swiftly pulling his pants down his legs and taking hold of his cock. Damian had walked behind me, muttering comments to Rhea about fucking the brattiness out of me. Both of his hands came down hard on my ass, a loud slap resonating through the room. I let out a yelp and flinched at the stinging ache. "Maybe you should think twice before you try and embarrass me of all people, you fucking brat." Damian seethed out and shoved his cock into my ass.

A pained squeal escaped my throat as the burning sensation of being stretched too quickly appeared. Nearly two seconds later, Dom removed himself from my mouth so Finn could have a turn. Finn pushed his dick all the way to the back of my throat causing me to gag and sputter. His hands were placed on the sides of my head as he held me in place, my nose pressed against his stomach. I moved my hands to shove at Finn's legs, my oxygen running low.

Finn moved away for a few seconds as Dom came to kneel by my side, a look of feigned pity on his face. He quickly captured my wrists in his hold and nodded at Finn to continue. I inhaled a small gasp before I was pressed back into the same position. "Brats don't get to fuckin' breathe, lass." He sneered at me.

Small mewls sounded from the back of my throat as I squirmed in attempt to escape the situation. Periodically, Finn would back up long enough for me to take one breath before swiftly blocking off my oxygen again.

All the different sensations had black dots forming in my vision. Rhea's nails felt like a chainsaw ripping my flesh. Damian's aggressive penetration had my entire body ignited on fire. Finn was causing my mind to spiral into a panic as he seemed to be offering me less oxygen each time. Dom's position of restraining my only defense is causing an intense fight or flight reaction within me, and right now, flight is winning the war.

I attempted to inhale, but as nothing reached my lungs, my vision went out. My body lost all strength as it gave out and went completely limp.

Dom was the first to notice. He was the only one with a clear view of my face. Remaining silent for a few seconds, he observed to try and understand what was happening. Once he realized I had passed out, he quickly alerted the others. All four of them stopped what they were doing immediately. "Sweetheart?" Dom's thumb gently rubbed across my cheek. "Can you hear me?" He was panicking now.

Rhea moved my body so that I was lying on my back on the couch, her hand gently running through my hair, trying to bring me back. "Baby..." Her eyebrows furrowed as I remained unmoving. "Babydoll, c'mon.... wake up." She muttered.

Finn had run off to get some water and a snack as the other three still worked on bringing me back.

Damian gently rubbed at my legs, Dom was tightly holding my hand, and Rhea was consistently observing my face while running her fingers through my hair.

As my body calmed down and a steady income of oxygen had reentered my lungs, my eyes slowly opened. The three of them had relieved looks on their faces.

The reminders of what had just happened flashed in my mind and I immediately flinched away from their touches.

"Mi amor..." Damian removed his hands from my legs, but stayed close by. "Are you okay? What just happened? Talk to us." In the back of my mind, I knew he was concerned along with the rest of them, but all I could hear right now was the aggression in his tone from just a few moments ago. I faintly shook my head as hot tears began to streak down my cheeks.

Finn ran back into the room with a water bottle and snack in hand. He set them down before quickly kneeling down next to me. "Is she okay? What did I miss?" He asked in a hurry. Dom quietly filled him in that I had just woken up.

".... I couldn't breathe." My voice was weak and quiet, coming out in sobs. "And- and there was nothing I could do about it." I cried. My hands wiped at the tears streaming down. The weight of the room became heavy as they realized their mistake. They had given me no way of escaping the situation.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I didn't even notice." Rhea said, almost speechless at the realization. "We're so so sorry, please." Her hand fidgeted on the edge of the couch, itching to grab mine. I chewed on my bottom lip, contemplating everything in my head. My eyes drifted to the ceiling as I choked back another sob.

"It was so scary, Mami." I sniffled, my hand sliding into her warm palm. She acknowledged the sign that I was ready for touch and immediately pulled me into her strong arms. I was placed on her lap and the boys sat on either side of us.

Rhea cuddled me into her chest, pressing soft kisses to my head. "I know, baby. I know. I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise." She shushed me.

"I'm sorry for being a brat, but I didn't think it would lead to this." I mumbled into Rhea's neck.

"No, no, no. Baby, this isn't your fault at all. It's ours. It never should've gone that far and that's on us. Don't blame yourself for something you can't control. We love you so much and it breaks our hearts to see that this happened because of us and our carelessness. I just hope you can forgive us, sweetheart." Priest spoke passionately with a comforting hand on my leg.

"Love, ya mean the world to us and I hope you know that. And I'm sorry for what happened tonight, but you have my word that we would never do this on purpose." Finn reassured.

"...I know." I glanced around at them all.

"We love you, pretty girl." Rhea peppered kisses on my cheek. "So so much!" A deep kiss on the lips. "And we're so sorry."

"I love you guys, too." I gave them a soft, reassuring smile.

They spent the rest of the night holding me close and continuously telling me how much they loved me and appreciated me, and how sorry they were.

At the end of the day, they could be very rough, intense people, but they loved me endlessly and made sure to show me.

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shittyassffblog · 7 months

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Free Bird

Noah Sebastian x Reader

I felt horny as shit and couldn't stop myself so here is some smut with Noah <3

Warnings: P in v sex, use of Y/N, best friend!noah, oral sex

Pt 2 here

"And you can take your lame ass excuses and shove them up your ass! We're done! Goodbye!" You hung up and threw your phone on your bed, emitting a loud, frustrated and high pitched groan. You heard your PC ping on your desk and you glanced at it to see what was going on. It was Discord that alerted you that you had a message.

noah: wanna come on?

You stared at it, kind of angry that he didn't anticipate that you had just broken up with your boyfriend, but the rational part of you spoke louder and decided to just tell him you weren't in the mood.

you: naw, bad day. talk to u later tho <3

He was already typing so you sat in your chair and waited for his reply.

noah: at least call me and tell me what happened, maybe I can make your day better?

You bit your lip as you considered his offer. He was your best friend since you met at the Hot Topic you used to work at. He was just a tall, lanky emo buying A Day To Remember merch and you instantly had a connection with him. Since then, you started being friends and talking to each other every day. It's been 10 years now and you meant the world to each other. You had supported him through everything when it came to Bad Omens and you were so proud of how far he and the boys have come. So given how close you were you decided to just call him.

You put on your headset and glanced in the mirror beside your desk to see if it was noticeable that you'd been crying and decided that it wasn't. Not even five seconds passed after you pressed the "video call" button and he picked up.

"Hey sweets, what's up? Wanna talk about your bad day?" Noah asked and you sighed. You didn't even know where to start.

"Me and Chase broke up." You said shortly and Noah was silent for a while.

"Oh. Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice. Noah never liked your boyfriend and you knew that. You were half expecting him to clap in enjoyment.

"Not really. I was kind of expecting you to congratulate me." You said, still not looking at him.

"Why would I do that? You don't seem like this was a happy choice." He said.

"I broke up with him. But he cheated." You said and a tear fell down your cheek.

"God he's such a dick. But good for you that you left him. That doesn't mean that you're not allowed to be upset by it though." Noah said and you looked at him with tearful eyes. You were about to answer him when you heard a loud noise coming from him.

"Alright that's it, I'm coming over." He said, slamming his fist in his table.

"But it's 11 pm?" You said, almost as a question.

"Yeah well my best friend is sad over her shitty ex boyfriend, you don't think that warrants me coming over with pizza and booze? C'mon, what kind of a friend would I be? I'll be there soon. Love you!" He said and hung up before you could answer You sighed as the silence settled in your room and you looked around. You noticed Noahs hoodie hanging on your lamp and you decided to put it on. You walked into your bathroom to access the damage of your tears and found that it wasn't too bad. You wiped away a few stray tears with your sleeve and walked into your living room, seeing a few of your ex' stuff lying around. You grabbed a box from you last amazon shipment and filled it with everything you could find, including the stupid Five Finger Death Punch t-shirt he had given you, thinking you'd like it. As if. He didn't even know the bands you listened to.

Amid your rage cleaning, you heard the doorbell ring and you stopped as you dropped a shoe into the box. You looked at it and the memories of your past relationship came flooding back, as did your tears. You went to let Noah in and he immediately went to hug you.

"I'm so sorry you're going through this." He said and kissed the top of your head as the hood of his hoodie fell down. You cried into his chest and he rubbed his hand along your arm.

After a while he lead you to the couch and set down the pizza and beer bottle he had picked up for you on the coffee table.

"Wanna tell me what happened? How did you find out?" Noah asked, separating from you to wipe away your tears.

"She fucking DM'ed me. The girl he was with, her name was Emily or something. She had slept with him and then found him on Facebook to find that it said he was in a relationship and decided to tell me about it and apologised. Of course i don't blame her, she didn't know. But man, it just felt like a knife in my gut." You said, sniffing. Noah grabbed a napkin from the coffee table and handed it to you to help you blow your nose.

"Then did you call him?" Noah asked, taking the pizza out of the bag so you could use the bag as a trash can your your snotty paper.

"Yeah and I spent like 20 minutes yelling at him. He tried saying something like she was lying or something but she had sent me screenshots of him asking to pick her up or something." You finished and Noah sighed, pulling you in for another hug.

"He's isn't worth your tears c'mon. You're far too good of a catch to let a guy like that ruin you." Noah said and you smiled up at him. The doorbell rung again and you looked at Noah quizzically. He got up and opened the door for you. It was Chase. You felt your whole body stiffen.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." Noah said, immediately tensing his body. Chase only laughed when he saw Noah, and then looked over at you.

"Really Y/N? Not even an hour later and you're already on to the next one? Knew I couldn't trust you, fucking bitch." He said and before you could answer, Noah had pushed Chase out the door.

"Yeah you don't get to make accusations you know nothing about. I think you should leave." Noah said, his words and tone calm but his body ready for whatever Chase could come up with.

"I knew there was more to this...thing, you and her call a friendship, so much for the bro code huh?" Chase said, trying to upset Noah.

"Don't think for a second I think of you as a bro. Not for one damn second. It is very easy to treat a woman right without expecting something in return and you couldn't even do that so leave." Noah said, pushing Chase once more. You couldn't do much but watch as everything happened. You were frozen.

"You're just gonna sit there looking stupid? What's wrong with you bitch, say something!" Chase yelled, charging forward towards you but was stopped in his tracks as Noah grabbed a handfull of his hair and dragged him outside. You ran to the door to see what was going on and Noah forced Chase down on the ground, got down on one knee and grabbed his throat.

"You leave her alone. Got it?" Chase nodded weakly and as soon as Noah let go and stood up, he ran as fast as he could. Noah walked quickly into the living room, grabbed the box of Chase's things and threw them after him.

"Don't think about coming back." He yelled and watched as Chase pathetically picked his stuff up from the ground. Noah walked back to you, taking a deep breath to calm down and grabbed your face.

"Are you okay? Did he always talk to you like that?" He asked calmly and you nodded.

"He has anger issues." You said meekly and Noah wrapped you in his arms.

"Let's devour that pizza now, shall we?" Noah asked and you smiled at him as you nodded.

"Didn't know you were that strong though." You said, trying to lighten the mood.

"I may or may not have been working out while I was on tour." He said flexing his arms playfully. You laughed as you sat down to enjoy the pizza.

A few days passed and you were doing surprisingly well. Noah was practicing for the next leg of the tour and you were setting up dating profiles. You decided that you needed a palate cleanser to get rid of the "chase cooties" as Noah called it when he suggested you try it. You were apprehensive at first but ultimately decided it was a good idea.

You were in your kitchen waiting for your leftovers to heat up in the microwave as you were swiping on tinder. No one really captured your eye except this one guy with a dragon tattooed on his neck. His name was Steven and he was not far from you. You decided to swipe on him, and not long after your microwave dinged so you locked your phone and went to eat it. As you sat by your counter and ate your food, a notification came up that Steven had matched with you. Not long after he sent you a message.

Steven: Hey, nice tats. Wanna grab a drink this week?

You stared at the message. No emojis. He had two pictures on his profile, but it linked to his instagram. You looked through and he seemed real enough so you said yes to the drink.

You planned to meet the following friday and you texted Noah to let him know where you'd be in case something happened.

Noah: go get em tiger! get ur dick wet!

You laughed at his message and sent a gif saying 'disgustang'.

Friday came and you were getting dressed for your date. You put on some dark red lipstick and a low cut top Chase never allowed you to wear and headed out the door. You felt very liberated that you could make your own choices again and happily waited for Steven a few blocks away from your apartment.

Not long after a black sports car Xoomed up to your and packed right in front of you. A very attractive man with a dragon on his neck emerged from the car.

"Y/N?" He asked and you nodded. He walked around the car and grabbed your hand to kiss it. "Pleasure to meet you, gorgeous." he said and you blushed.

"Likewise." You said and he smiled while opening the car door for you.

Not long after you arrived at the bar and he ordered you a drink and a beer for himself. You talked for a while and had a genuinely good conversation. You went to the bathroom and texted Noah an update and he sent a sports gif of a tiger mascot. You laughed and put your phone in your pocket, ready to get out the guy again.

When you came back, Steven started asking you some personal questions. At first you didn't think much of it, but the question got more and more sexual and you were feeling quite uncomfortable. When you answers got more and more short and cold he started berating you, asking why you were such a prude and generally being a dick to you.

"Do you think you just get free drinks and then that's it? No no, you gotta do something for me too sweetheart." He said and you picked up your phone, texting Noah to come get you.

"You don't seem like a very nice person." You said, finishing your drink and locking eyes with the bartender. He nodded at you, meaning he would keep an eye on you.

"I'm very nice, trust me, but only to nice girls, not gold diggers like you." He bit back and you put on your jacket. You didn't answer him, only stared at him.

"What you're just not gonna say anything?" He asked and you still didn't answer. The bartender came over.

"Hey so I think you should leave now." Said the bartender and Steve looked up at him like he was dumb.

"You can't kick me out, I didn't do anything." He said, rolling his eyes and looking back at you.

"Yes we can , we have the right to refuse service to anyone for any reason. So leave." He said back and you started to feel scared of what Steven would do.

"Let me speak to your manager." said Steven and the bartender agreed. Steven got up and went to the bar, and while he was arguing with the bar manager you slipped out, waiting for Noah. Just as you got outside, he pulled up and you got into the car,

"Hey sweets, how was it?" Noah teased and you rolled your eyes.

"Horrible, he was a giant dick." You said, grabbing the water bottle Noah brought for you. You took a giant gulp of it.

"What do you mean?" Noah asked as he drove you home.

"He was just horrible, I don't really wanna talk about it. " You said, and he nodded, respecting your privacy, You would talk about it when you wanted to.

"Don't let this one guy deter you from online dating though. It can be really fun you know." Noah said and you scoffed.

"Yeah for guys maybe." You said coldly and Noah glanced at you. He knew you didn't mean anything by it.

"Wanna elaborate?" He asked and you sighed.

"Well it's just, for guys it's fine, you can just order women to do what you want and if they don't want to it's on to the next one and then you put your dick in them and then that's that. For women it's like, if I reject this guy, will I be dead by the time the sun comes up?" You said huffing. Noah nodded in understanding.

"I mean I know that's a real fear that women have and that sucks a lot, but there must be a space where you can have fun too right?" He asked carefully. He didn't want to seem like he wasn't empathetic to your pain, but he still wanted to help you get over your ex.

"Yeah with a person you trust sure. But online dating is a rapists wet dream." you said. "And even then, sex isn't even worth that much."

Noah looked at you quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I just never felt that big climax that people talk about. I guess my orgasms aren't very intense when I have sex." You said and Noah looked questioningly at you while still keeping an eye on the road.

"Well what about when you're alone?" He asked and you looked at him. Might as well be honest now, you thought.

"Yeah then I feel great, but when I'm with someone it's like it's just there a little, then it gets kind of good but then they're done." You said shrugging your shoulders. Noah let out a noise you had never heard before.

"You never had anyone give you an orgasm?" Noah asked incredulously.

"Well I don't know. Maybe?" You said. "I've only ever been with Chase." You said. And Noahs eyes were bigger than you've ever seen them before. You were arriving at your house and he put the car in park.

"What about when he ate you out?" Noah asked, genuinely curious.

"Chase thought it was gross. Don't you?" You asked, turning your body a little. He looked at you like you were crazy.

"What?" You asked.

"I love eating pussy, it's my favourite passtime!" He said and you laughed.

"What do you mean? Does it even taste good?" You asked and he nodded wildly

"Yeah I mean it depends a lot but generally yeah I like the taste." Noah said.

"Well, Chase never liked it so we didn't do it." You said, crossing your legs. Noah chuckled a little.

"He really was a little bitch huh. You deserve someone who loves eating your pussy." He said, grabbing your leg, like he'd done many times before, but this time it was different. This time his hand shot electricity up your thigh, making you squirm a little in your seat.

"Would...Would you show me?" You asked and his grip on your thigh tightened. You glanced a little at him and you could see his jaw tightened.

"I uh..I don't know if that's a good idea Y/N." He said and you looked at him properly. He wouldn't meet your eyes, but his hand stayed where it was.

"C'mon Noah. I've clearly missed out on a lot. Show me." You asked, getting closer to him. You didn't know where all this confidence came from, or why you wanted your best friends mouth on you so bad, but you did. He turned to look at you, but his eyes were trained on your lips. He let out a shaky breath and let go of your leg. You leaned back, afraid you had upset him or made him uncomfortable, but he was taking off his seat belt.

"I'll show you. But just this once, I don't wanna ruin our friendship. And we don't mention it to anyone." He said and you grinned, unbuckling your own seat belt and got out of his car. You already felt yourself getting excited.

"Wow you are really horny huh?" Noah said as he locked the car, holding out his arm to wrap it around your shoulder as he walked you inside. You unlocked the door and led him to your bedroom.

As you closed the door, he sat himself on the bed. You sat beside him and a kind of awkward silence fell between you. You felt like you kind of sobered up by the reality of what you had asked your best friend to do.

"If this is gonna ruin our friendship we could just forget it or something." You said, not meeting Noah eye. He looked at you for a moment not answering.

"We could also just agree to not let it ruin our friendship. This is a one time thing, to show you what you should expect from guys that you date in the future, and to get to know each other better." Noah said, and you were surprised he seemed to have thought this through.

"That doesn't sound too bad." You said, looking down at your hands. He reached over and held one of them, squeezing it to make you look at him.

"I love you, Y/N. I want to keep being friends so this will just be two people having fun for a night and then never doing it again, right?" He asked with a sweet smile and you nodded. He smiled a little wider and before you knew it, he was leaning in, closing his eyes in the process.

"Woah what are you doing?" You said, pulling away. He opened his eyes and looked at you quizzically.

"Well I need to turn you on before we begin, only way I know how to do that is to kiss you first, is that okay?" He asked softly. When he said it, it makes sense. But no one ever did this with you. Cared for your pleasure like this. It was different.

"Y-yeah, that's umm...that's okay." You stuttered out, and he smiled again, this time moving closer to you and lightly grabbing your chin with his thumb og index finger. You let yourself relax and Noah do what he wanted to. He seemed to know best. When his lips touched yours it was light and soft, yet had passion. Like he wanted something you didn't know to give him, and it was his job to pull it from you. You kissed back, and before you knew it, his tongue was in your mouth. You had thought about kissing Noah before, but this was way different than what you had imagined. Good different, but different.

His hand on your chin fell to your neck, tracing down your arm and landed itself on your waist. He pulled, as if to get you to move closer. Already this was way better than what you had experienced before, Noah clearly knew what he was doing. You wondered where he had learned it, but decided to not ask. This was too nice.

A soft moan fell from his lips and you were brought back from your train of thought. His lips left yours and for a second you thought about whining, but when his lips attached to your jaw, right below your ear and then your neck, that whine quickly turned into a moan.

"Sensitive on your neck?" He asked and you let out a breathy sound that was supposed to be a laugh. He went right back to kissing your neck, teeth getting involved sometimes and the moans that were falling from your lips were fewer between.

"Can I take your shirt off?" Noah asked and you nodded. He smiled and grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it up over your head. "It's a shame though." He said, eyeing up your chest.

"What is?" You asked, kind og dazedly.

"Taking your shirt off. You looked really good in it. Why don't you ever dress like that for me?" He asked smirking while laying you down on your back, leaning over you.

"Well I don't make it a habit of sleeping with my best friend." You said smiling slightly.

"You should, he's enjoying it so far." He joked and you laughed while he kissed you between your breasts. "Can I take off your bra too?" He asked, looking up at you. His voice was low, which only made this all the more enticing. You nodded slowly, laying your head back to try and think of something else besides your best friend looking at your tits. You lifted your back little so he could fit his arm under it and unclasp your bra. He slowly guided the straps down your arms, a soft groan emitting from his lips.

"Goddamn, if I knew you were hiding these under your baggy hoodies we would have done this a long time ago." Noah said, and you laughed a little.

"Yeah cause when we met at 14 my tits were definitely this size, right." You joked, but your sentence ended with a gasp as his lips closed around one nipple while his hand massaged the other. He was soft about it all, like licking a soft serve ice cream. It caused you to mewl, which Chase could never have done to you. It was like Noah knew how to handle your body, without ever asking you.

"Kinda wanna think about your adult tits right now if you don't mind?" He said as he shifted to the other nipple. You chuckled at that and let him do his thing. He moved on to your stomach and when he reached the edge of your pant he stopped and looked up at you yet again asking, "Is this okay? can I take your pants off?" You nodded and lifted your ass, his slender, tattooed fingers grasping the edge of your pants and pulling them down, kissing just above the edge of your underwear.

"These too?" He asked and you laughed a little.

"You gonna ask every time you do something new?" You asked and he stopped what he was doing to look at you.

"Yes, how else do I know what I have consent for?" He asked.

"That is the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me ever." You said and he laughed.

"You gotta raise your standards babe." He said, going back to kissing the lower part of your stomach. "You gonna answer my question?" He asked, running his hands up and down your legs.

"I forgot what the question was." You said truthfully. He laughed as he rested his head again your hip.

"I asked if I could take off your underwear too." He said, and your heart started beating faster.

"Uh yeah. Yeah that's okay." You said. The seriousness of the situation was starting to settle in and you were kind of nervous. When he pulled off your underwear it would be crossing a line that has never been crossed before and it couldn't ever be uncrossed again. Noah could sense your hesitation so he stopped.

"If you wanna stop, tell me. It's no fun if you're not having fun." He said and you knew he meant it.

"No it's okay I'm just kind of nervous." You admitted and he came back up to your face.

"Hey. It's just me. It'll be okay." He said smiling and you smiled back, taking in a deep breath as he lowered his body again, kissing along your body as he did so. He grabbed the hem of your underwear and pulled them down. You were worried he would be repulsed by then smell of you, but when you looked down at him all you could see was hunger in his eyes. It made you feel better to know that he didn't care about the smell, so you tried to relax in his presence.

He kissed the inside of your thigh, grabbing them both and pushing up so you bend your knees. You felt very exposed, and you wished he would just get on with it.

"So pretty baby. Can't wait to taste you." He said and it made your stomach soar. Did he really not find it gross?

"You know, you don't have to do this either, like if it's too gross for you or something." You said, biting your lip. You wanted him to continue, but you understood if he didn't want to.

"I don't wanna stop. And nothing about this perfect pussy could be gross." He said, kissing up your other thigh. You took a deep breath and let him do as he pleased.

He kissed your pussy as if he was knocking for entrance, and spread your legs further. He then started at your clit, licking small, tentative licks as to not overwhelm you. When you sighed in pleasure he took that as a sign he could continue, and let his tongue wander down to your entrance and licked into you.

"Oh my god." You said, already it felt better than it has with anyone else. It seemed to urge Noah to go further, so he licked a big broad stripe up your pussy and you hummed.

"Oh Noah it feels so good." You said lowly and he smiled. A devilish smile, one that you felt was too cocky for his own good but you were struggling to care. He pleasured you with such patience, the tight feeling in your stomach building and building and you almost thought he was a magician, as fast as he was getting you worked up.

What you didn't expect was the finger that was circling your opening before entering you gently.

"Holy fuck, Noah." You said and he hummed a soft 'hmm?' as if asking what was the issue.

"Oh you make me feel so good Noah." You said and his finger slid into you further and further, stopping and then curling, reaching a spot inside you that made your whole body writhe. He was rubbing the spot, not letting one movement of his finger go without touching it.

"What the fuck Noah?" You asked, sitting half up as you grabbed his hair to keep yourself grounded. He detached himself from your pussy and smiled up at you.

"That feel good baby?" He asked, his eyelids hanging low on his eyes. You could do nothing but nod as the movements of his fingers didn't halt for even a second while he took at good look at you. He went back to your clit, this time sucking on it gently and making your hips buck up into his face. It only seemed to spur him on, as his movements sped up. You felt a familiar feeling coming and you tangled your fingers in Noah’s hair, pulling when he hit a particularly nice spot inside you.

“Noah, I’m so close.” You warned, and he sped up yet again, only he stopped sucking your clit and instead look at you through heavy eyelids, right into yours. You were a moaning mess, not being able to control it anymore as you came on his fingers, yelling his name out. He helped you through your orgasm and when you were panting for air he slowly pulled his finger out of you and made sure you saw him lick it clean. You couldn’t believe what just happened, your best friend just gave you the orgasm of your life.

“How in the hell did you do that?” You asked him, still not being able to catch your breath.

“Well practice makes perfect I guess” he said laughing. You laughed with him and he came up to lay beside you. A silence fell between you, but it wasn’t awkward. You were still coming down from your high and you noticed Noah shifting a little, seeming restless.

“You okay over there?” You asked and he looked at you with a little blush on his face.

“Well, I told you I love eating pussy” he said chuckling slightly as he readjusted himself in his shorts You considered your options. You could leave the room, pretend you had to pee and let him do his thing. Or…

“You want help with that?” You asked, turning to him. He looked at you, searching your eyes for any sort of insincerity, but he couldn’t find any. He nodded slowly and you smiled, reaching hesitantly over to kiss his lips. You tasted yourself on him, and you couldn’t imagine what Chase would have against the taste, it was not bad at all. You were taken by surprise when Noah wrapped his arms around you and pulled you on top of him, deepening the kiss.

“You are wearing far too many clothes.” You said between kisses and he hummed a sound of agreement. You pulled off his hoodie and went right back to kissing him, hungry for him in a way you never were for anyone else. He grabbed two handfuls of your ass, not caring if his grip left bruises on it, grinding you down onto the bulge in his shorts. It made you moan into his mouth, giving him an opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth. You grinded on him as your tongues pushed against each other, revelling in this new feeling with each other. It felt liberating, to not care where the line was or how far it was crossed.

"How do you wanna do this? Hm?" Noah asked, and you were confused by what he meant.

"What?" Was all you could muster out, being out of breath.

"Do you wanna have sex?" Noah asked directly this time and you thought about it for only a second before nodding wildly. He smiled at that and rolled you around, getting up from the bed to undress fully. You could not contain your stare, and you wanted to touch yourself so bad. He had clearly been working out on tour, his once lanky frame was replaced by the lean muscles of his arms, his legs were carved like a god and the tattoos definitely only made it better.

"Touch yourself for me." Noah said which brought you back to reality.

"What?" You asked, wondering if you had heard him correctly. He couldn't possibly mean that, right?

"If you're comfortable, then touch yourself for me. Want to see you pleasure yourself." He said as he pulled off his underwear. You didn't dare look, afraid it would make him uncomfortable so you looked at the ceiling as your hand travelled from your stomach down to your core. You ran your fingers along your clit in a circular motion and you felt the bed dip as he came to lay beside you.

"You're such a good girl Y/N. You really are. Look at you, doing exactly what I told you. Such a good girl." Noah whispered in your ear and it only made your fingers speed up.

"You have a condom sweetheart?" He asked and you pointed towards the nightstand you had by your bed. He turned around to grab one, and while we was distracted you took at look at his member and let out a moan you didn't mean to let out. He was big, bigger than Chase and you could barely imagine it would fit. You fingers stilled as your gaze was caught on his thick cock.

"What's wrong sweets?" Noah asked, rubbing his thumb along your thigh.

"Oh nothing uhh, nothing." You said, smiling at him. He could tell it wasn't nothing though.

"Hey, you can tell me, do you want to stop?" He asked, and you shook your head furiously.

"No! No no, I'm just, nervous I guess." You admitted, looking down. He turned to hug you and kissed your forehead.

"Nothing to be nervous about baby, it's just me." He said smiling.

"Will it fit though?" You asked sheepishly and his eyes shot to yours. You worried you had said something wrong.

"That is the hottest shit i've ever heard." He said, kissing your lips. You smiled into the kiss, your hands grabbing his face and letting the kiss overtake you. He rolled on top of you, slotting himself in between your legs, groping your body and worshipping the softness of your skin. He started grinding against your heat, pulling moans from your lips.

"God Noah, please do something." You whined and he smiled mischievously, kissing you one last time before sitting back on his knees and stroking his cock a few times before running it up and down your slit. This you knew how to do. This was familiar terretory. Or so you thought. He pushed into you slowly, relishing in the tightness of your pussy, and when he bottomed out, he let out a long groan, burying his face in your neck. You had never felt so cared for and filled to the brim with pleasure before. You were overwhelmed with emotion and felt tears spring to you eyes.

"You just tell me when I can move- hey are you okay?" Noah immediately changed demeanour when he saw your wet eyes.

"No yeah I'm good, really, I just...uhm I don't know why." You admitted and he smoothed down your hair to comfort you.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked and you shook your head, smiling at him.

"No it's okay, you can move. I promise I'm fine!" You assured him as he looked at you questioningly. He didn't seem convinced.

"I promise I'm fine Noah, I'm just a bit overwhelmed, no one ever took care of me like this before." You said, avoiding his eyes. He kissed your cheek.

"Okay, but you have to tell me if I have to stop okay? Can you promise that?" He asked, trying to catch your eyes. You nodded, and he smiled a comforting smile as he kissed your neck again.

"You can move." You said, and he pulled almost all the way out, only to slide right back in, in the same excruciatingly slow pace. You wrapped your legs around his lower back, boring your heels into him, desperate to have him fuck you senseless.

"Noah, please, c'mon." You plead and he chuckled.

"Tell me what you want baby." He murmured in your ear, his pace still as slow.

"Please fuck me Noah." You asked, looking him directly in the eyes. He looked back, and before long his hips picked up speed, pounding into you as you threw your head back in pleasure.

"Oh Noah!" You moaned, not caring how loud you were. If your neighbours heard, you'd hear about it in the morning. The sound of your moans only spurred Noah on, his thrusts relentless and his breath fast.

"Fuck Y/N. Fuck we're definitely doing this again." He said and you laughed breathlessly as you dug your nails into is back. He moved slightly and with that he started hitting a spot that felt incredible many times, over and over, eliciting screams from your throat.

"Holy fuck Noah, shit shit shit, fuck, oh fuck." You rambled and Noah kept up his thrusts, moving his hips back and forth. You could feel the feeling come back, the incredibly intense feeling in your core building and building, and before long your nails dragged along his back as you screamed out his name. Your pussy clenched around him and you couldn't hold back even if you tried. Your orgasm overflowed and wouldn't stop, you legs shaking as the intense waves of pleasure washed over you. Noah kept thrusting into you through your orgasm, and when you opened your eyes again he turned you around so he was under you.

"You okay?" He asked breathlessly and you nodded lazily.

"Yeah just...intense." You said smiling. "Did you..?" You asked.

"No not yet." He said smiling. "Are you okay to continue?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm okay." You said, moving your hips slowly. He grabbed your ass, holding onto you tight and lifting you a little and started pounding into you even more relentlessly. You could barely think straight as he used your pussy until he came into the condom, deep groan escaping his throat. His hips slowed down and he let you go, burying his now softening cock into you as he caught his breath.

"Holy shit Noah." You said out of breath ad he laughed.

"Was that okay?" He asked and you nodded, kissing him. You didn't know when would be the last time you got to kiss him like this again so you decided to enjoy as much as you could. He grabbed the base of the condom and told you to get off and you did. He removed the condom and wrapped it in some tissues you had on your nightstand, as well as wiping his dick. When he was done he looked over at you and smiled. You smiled back and you wrapped yourselves in each others arms, enjoying the bubble you two had created that no one could penetrate.

The morning after woke up alone, your clothes on the floor and a feeling of complete satisfaction, yet complete loneliness.

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 23 days

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There's an anger in me (I think I learned it from you)

hope here needs a humble hand - series masterlist here

pairing: platonic bruce wayne x reader, platonic dick grayson x reader

length: 1.9k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

warnings: reader and dick get into a fight and dick is so mean. reader definitely has trauma and issues but Good Dad Bruce Wayne is here so it's fine and also Big Brother Dick in the end

a/n: I'm not a dick grayson hater but I do think he'd be the biggest bitch and say the meanest shit in a fight. anyway life is kicking my ass so bad rn so idk if this is even any GOOD but you can have it <3

Alfred sighs to himself, a disapproving sort of frown finding its way onto his face as he listens to your raised voice, you and Dick butting heads again. It's not uncommon for you to find reason to argue with the others, but it is tiresome - frustrating to him that you can't seem to lay down this constant fight of yours that you live with.

And Dick? Well, as he spits an insult back and you and you shove at his chest, Alfred idly thinks that maybe he's your worst target so far. Dick Grayson may be kind under typical circumstances, but anger like this brings out the worst in him.

"At least Bruce wanted me," he snaps at you. "You just shoved your way in."

That doesn't just stop you, it stops everyone in their tracks. It especially stops Bruce, who had come into the Cave when he'd gotten word from Alfred about another fight. And there's just… silence at first. You, staring up at Dick with wide, hurt eyes while his anger slowly melts, regret replacing it.

"Hey, I didn't mean -" but you don't stay to listen, fleeing past Bruce and out of the Cave, despite his calls of your name. You don't stick around to hear the way Bruce rips into Dick about it, berating him for even suggesting such a thing, before he follows you up to the Manor.

Alone in your room, with the walls closing in on you and your lungs squeezing painfully, your breath catches as you hear footsteps approaching. Bruce's knocks on your door are as gentle as the way he calls your name, asking you to please open the door.

You don't.

How can you? He's right, he's right, he's right - Bruce didn't want you. How much trouble have you caused since you got here? - too much, your brain supplies. And Dick is right, Bruce didn't want you… he couldn't have. You, with your headstrong determination, pushing your way into anything and everything that you'd ever wanted. You, with your heels always dug in and your arms always crossed and your shoulders always squared. How could he possibly want that?

You pace behind your locked door, pulling on your hair as your breath quickens, words you've heard a million times running through your head.

Spoiled, selfish, stubborn -

Bruce's voice on the other side of the door isn't enough to drown it out, his promises of, "I love you, we all love you. Dick didn't mean that, and he'll apologize to you when you're ready. Please come out, sweetheart… I love you, and you have always been wanted by me. You've always been wanted by this family."

You stare at the door as if glaring hard enough would make it soundproof, your breath still coming out in short little gasps as you clench your fists, nails digging into the skin of your palms. You watch through blurred vision as Bruce's shadow shifts and darkens under the door - you watch as he settles on the other side of the wood, determined not to leave you to do this alone.

"You come out whenever you're ready, sweetheart," he says gently. "I'll be here."

You scoff, turning abruptly away from the door - away from him. He won't stay - he won't, he won't, he won't -

"I won't leave you." Bruce's voice is heard again and you squeeze your eyes shut. It's like he knows, and you can't figure out how, can't fathom the idea that he really has been paying attention all this time, that he knows you and your ticks and your traumas. You curl up on top of your bed, determined to just shut down until it's all over - until he gives up and leaves you be. Maybe then you can leave, too - leave for real. Maybe it would all be better if you slipped out quietly, off into the city, into someone else life and away from this one. Maybe there really wasn't room for you in this family.

When you wake later, the first thing you're forced to notice is the throbbing behind your eyes and the light that streams in through the window, the sun beginning to set and bathing you in a halo-like glow. Sitting up, you notice a shadow still stationed on the other side of your door, having stayed, unmoving, for as long as you'd been hiding.

Getting up slowly, you make your way to it, sitting down with your back against the door and letting your head thump rather loudly against the wood of it. It's only then that Bruce moves, shifting on the other side. You clench your fists on your lap as words get caught on their way out. I'm sorry, I love you, thank you for staying.

"Why are you still there?" Is all that ends up coming out, the words harsh as they cut through the air. You flinch at hearing them, your own voice hatefully foreign to you.

"Because I love you," Bruce says simply, like it's such an easy thing. "And I promised I wouldn't leave you." You sit still after that, turning what he's said over in your mind again and again and again before standing abruptly and wrenching your door open, relying on Bruce's reflexes to get himself up and standing by the time you do.

Fortunately, he's always been a little faster than you, always a little better. By the time you're looking at him, he's standing in your doorway, his shoulders slumped as he slouches down to look you in the eye. He's making himself smaller, you realize, something that feels like regret eating away at you. He's making himself small and it's your fault.

But Bruce isn't looking at you like he blames you, and the way he ever so gently puts his hands on your shoulders and presses a kiss to the crown of your head speaks only of love. Only of forgiveness. You stand straighter when he does, a silent urge for him to do this same - for him to be tall for you. Maybe then, you wouldn't have to be.

"It's true, though, isn't it? You ask, something pained in your voice that you can't quite hide.

"It's not." There's a way he says it, like it's written in some holy text somewhere and he's promising it now because faith demands it. "You are always wanted here. And you always will be."

"What if I never believe that?"

"Then we'll keep telling you." You shoot Bruce a look at his assuredness, one that just makes him smile down at you.

"Even Dick?" You ask, uneasiness finding its home in you despite your clenched fists and set jaw.

"Especially Dick, he answers easily. "I'm sure he'll spend a very long time trying to make up for this. He never means it, you know - there's this anger in him that he can't quite shake sometimes." Your shoulders slump at his words and you drop your chin, eyes trained on the floor.

"Yea," your voice is bitter. "That, I understand."

You find, later that night, that you wish Dick didn't care quite so much. Your mask covers your face, the hard set of your jaw and the annoyance that pulls down your brows, but in the faint moonlight of the docks, you're sure Dick can see the taught pull of your shoulders.

Thank god it's a slow night, you find yourself thinking as you perch on the edge of a rooftop, kicking your legs over the edge. You know he's around, watching and waiting and trying to find a moment to approach you. You think you'll have to find the moment for him when Nightwing finally sits next to you, his movements silent and slow. He looks at you long and hard, his own eyes hidden behind his mask as you stare out at the water, waiting for him to decide how this will all go.

"I don't always say the right thing," is what he ends up confessing. "And it wasn't fair for you to be on the receiving end of that. I'm… sorry."

"I started it," you say simply. "You shouldn't apologize for biting back."

"No," Dick says carefully, tapping his finger on his thigh. "But I should apologize for how I did it." You look at him, then, eyes searching his face and cursing the masks you both wear, layers of protection against anyone who would try to know you.

"Did you mean it?" You finally ask. "Is it true? Because if it is… if it is, then you should only apologize for lying to me up till now."

"It's not," Dick answers, and there's something in the clear ring of his voice that reminds you of Bruce. Your lips twitch into a smile as you think of how unhappy he'd be to find that out. "Things with Bruce and I… well, I'm sure you know they weren't always good."

"I don't actually know everything," you huff back. "Even my eavesdropping has limitations - especially with all of you. You're a lot harder to hide from than everyone else." Dick grins at that, a self-satisfied sort of thing that makes you regret speaking.

"Well, it's lucky, I guess," he goes on. "The Bruce you know now - he's a lot better than he was in the beginning."

"Don't you think we all are?" You ask before you can stop yourself, eyes snapping back out to the water as you desperately try to close yourself off from him, heart hammering at the response you're sure to get. There is no part of you that's getting better. There is no part of you that can be good. But Dick just readjusts how he's sitting, sliding closer so that your shoulders bump and he can tap your hands with his own, a silent chide for the way you twist your fingers nervously.

"You're right," he says plainly, and suddenly you're glad for the masks. You're not sure what would happen if you looked over and saw that big brother, sick-with-pride look he's so fond of. "When Jason came along, it felt a bit too much like being replaced. I know it was a long time ago, but… maybe I still feel it a bit more than I should - whenever anyone new comes along. It's not your fault… it's not your fault and I'm glad you're here."

You sigh at his words, tipping back until you're laying on the rooftop, your legs still kicking over the edge as you pretend to look up at the stars, blinking tears away rapidly behind your mask. You're sure he knows, but you're also sure he's too kind to say anything, laying back with you and interlocking his hands behind his head to lean on.

There's a lot you think you should say right now. I'm sorry, I love you, thank you for coming back for me. Thank you for not leaving me behind. Thank you for not giving up on me.

"What are you hanging around here tonight for, anyway?" Is what comes out instead, but you find you aren't so bothered by it this time.

"Want me to stick around? Finish your patrol with you?" Is his only answer. You huff.

"I don't need help taking care of the docks. I've been doing that longer than I've been involved with you idiots." Dick laughs, loud enough that you groan and roll away from him, standing up and crossing your arms.

"Well, you never know, then," he responds easily as he swings himself to his feet. "Maybe we could learn something from each other."

"Fine," you snipe back, but you can't help the way you bounce on the balls of your feet, a weight you hadn't realized you'd been carrying starting to lift. "Maybe we can."

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faetreides · 28 days

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summary: racer!john b x s/o!reader x racer!jj

cw: dom/sub undertones, spanking, dp in one hole, goes without saying but… unrealistic sex lol, threesome, armpit action (jj with john b), BOYS KISSING 😨, written in the middle of night while watching the powerpuff girls so once again don’t think just vibe, f1 racer john b & jj coded but i didn’t care enough to make it super accurate 💀, fucking on the hood of a car, possibly ooc since this is my 2nd obx piece, implications of plus sized reader

wc: 999

block & move on if uncomfortable !!!

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“C’mon dude, be careful, ‘m gonna hit my head on the windshield if you don’t slow down.” JJ moans, lazily sucking your tongue. Every one of John B’s thrusts sends you further up the hood of his race car, which the three of you are recklessly fucking on top of. They just wanted to celebrate their positions on the podium with their biggest fan.

The garage in which the car is being kept is so cold your nipples could fall off, but the body heat being shared between the three of you will probably keep it at bay. Probably.

Both John B and JJ were drenched in sweat and some kind of grease, the smell only makes your pussy clench tighter around JJ, his hips shoot up in surprise.

“Oh F-fuck! Just like that, mama~ So tight….”

John B’s pace in your ass slows so he can smack JJ upside the back of his head, “Told you to be fuckin’ quiet, don’t wanna get your bare ass on the news, maybank.”

Before JJ can retort that he very much would not mind him accidentally mooning whatever poor race track employee stumbles upon them, John B is grabbing his hair in one fist with the hand that’s not clutching at your fat ass and shoving his smug face into his hairy armpit.

The lesson does nothing, like usual, JJ just moans as his boyfriend’s strong musk invades his senses. He can wet smacking sounds that are obviously you and John B making out while John B rams your asshole. Since JJ already came before the two of you earlier, he busies himself with cleaning John B’s armpit and weakly slapping his balls against you when the friction fades away too much.

“Always yapping our baby’s ear off for no reason, when you know what else your mouth should be doing instead.”

The unabashed freakish behavior tests John B’s resolve, and he slaps JJ’s face to signal him to stop so he can drag him into a sticky kiss. Your clit throbs at your favorite sight of your boyfriend’s tongues curling around each other, especially when the string of spit that connects them when they pull away snaps and falls on your face.

You’re suddenly taken hostage into a threeway french kiss, which you pull away from to gasp when out of nowhere John B gropes your jiggling ass before harshly spanking it. You moan and try to stick your hips out as far as possible in your sandwiched position, earning you more rough spanks that leave the flesh stinging like hell. Just what you wanted, with a red handprint to match too.

“Yeah I know you like that, baby. This pretty little ass looks so good in red.” John B coos, smoothing his hand over the raw skin to soothe the welcome pain.

JJ pouts at the display, despite his cock seeming to harden inside of your creamy cunt. You lean down to suck on his nipples to placate him, silently communicating that he always gets spanked after you anyway.

JJ threads his hands into your hair, making sure you keep his chest lookin’ pretty as he mentally prepares himself to start fucking up into you again. You’re just so heavenly and wet and warm and tight, he really does think you were put on this earth to drain the life outta him via his balls.

John B’s warning glare stops him, and when he obeys and keeps his hips still, the former’s gaze softens and JJ’s rewarded with a soft kiss on his forehead.

John B slowly eases out of your throughougly fucked ass, his thick tip catching on the puffy rim. You look over your shoulder to watch as he gives his stupidly big cock a few quick pumps before aiming the head at your stretched pussy. You nod and bite your lip when he shoots you a questioning look, having been together so long at this point that none of the three of you really needed any words to speak to each other.

The look of sheer excitement on JJ’s face when he feels the other man’s cock slide up along his inside of you is almost better than how pleased your greedy hole is.

“Oh shit, are you sure you can take it, mama? You’re already shaking over me, ‘s cute.”

“They’re doing just fine, aren’t you, peach? So good for us, our little cheerleader.” John B answers for you, you moan out a ‘yes, babe i can always take it’ to JJ as you get used to the stretch.

You don’t indulge in this often, and truth be told your boyfriends are usually hesitant to give you both of their dicks. Winning never fails to get them so horny that they’d be willing to listen to the devils on their shoulders that are their cockheads though. It’s why you always run to jump in their arms with an extra pep in your step when they break through the crowd of press and racing personnel.

You wiggle your hips to indicate that they can move, and they start fucking with gentle thrusts. They speed up their pace soon after, both of your boyfriend’s moaning at the feeling of their cocks rubbing together inside of you. Not one of you is thinking coherently, you’re all too preoccupied with panting into each other’s mouths and scratching red lines down whatever parts of your sweaty bodies you can reach.

It’s a miracle you and JJ don’t slip off of his car’s hood, there’s countless kinds of fluids all over you and you depend on John B behind you to hold you up. JJ’s too fucked out to down to earth. You suck bruises into his neck when he throws it back against the car as John B hunches over to bite down your back.

Two sets of hands toy with your fat clit, and your orgasm makes you black out so hard that you miss the questioning shouts outside.

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sturnish · 19 days

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𝜗𝜚⋆ LOCKER ROOM 𝜗𝜚⋆ | | ⋆˚࿔ Chris Sturniolo 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

ᡣ𐭩 | Warnings - Smut ᡣ𐭩 | Summary - Chris Sturniolo gets into a fight with a guy who called y/n hot in a hockey game and Y/n helps him "release his anger" on her in the locker room.

The moment Chris sees the guy who had the audacity to cat call me, his fists clench in anger. He gives him a death glare before shoving him hard against the wall. The guy tries to retaliate, but Chris is quicker and stronger. He pins the guy to the ground, landing several solid punches to his face. The refs finally manage to break it up, but I can tell Chris is far from done.

He storms off the ice and into the locker room, slamming the door behind him. I follow him, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and concern. When I find him, he's already tearing off his equipment in a fit of rage.

"Chris?" I say hesitantly, approaching him. He turns to face me, his eyes blazing with anger. His chest heaves up and down as he struggles to catch his breath. "Are you okay?" He growls and grabs me roughly by the shoulders, pulling me closer. "No, I'm not fucking okay!" he shouts, "That asshole."

I can feel the anger rolling off him in waves, and I know there's only one way to help him let it go. I take a deep breath and summon up the courage to say, "If it'll make you feel better, Chris… I'll help you relieve some of that anger." His eyes narrow as he studies my face, and then he lets out a harsh laugh. "You think you can handle me, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice laced with doubt. "I can handle whatever you give me," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. There's something in my voice that must reassure him, because he releases me from his grasp and backs up a step. His eyes flicker over my body, taking in my curves, and I can see the hunger burning in them. "All right, then," he growls. "Let's see what you're made of." And before I can even react, he spins me around and slams me against the locker, pinning my arms above my head. I gasp as the air is forced from my lungs, feeling the cold metal dig into my back. I can feel his erection pressing against my ass, and it takes everything I have not to moan. His other hand moves down between my legs, roughly parting my folds. I arch my hips into his touch, unable to help myself. "That's it, sweetheart," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Let me feel how wet you are for me." He slides one finger inside me, stretching me, and I cry out, my hips bucking wildly against his touch. "Fuck, you're so tight." He curls his finger, finding my G-spot, and I scream, my body shuddering with pleasure. My nails scrape against the locker door, leaving little lines in the paint as I struggle to hold on to some semblance of control. "That's it," he whispers, his hot breath fanning across my ear. "Let go, let me make you feel good." He thrusts his finger deeper inside me, finding a rhythm that has me seeing stars. I can feel my orgasm building, growing closer with each passing second. "Chris!" I scream, my voice echoing through the empty locker room. "I'm gonna come!" He answers by thrusting his finger harder, faster, and I collapse against the locker, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. "Fuck, you're so good," he growls, his voice low and rough. He withdraws his hand, only to push his hard length against my aching entrance. I moan at the sensation of being filled, of being claimed by him. He starts to move, slowly at first, but picking up speed as he finds a rhythm that matches the frantic beat of my heart.

"Are you enjoying this?" he demands, his voice harsh with lust. "Tell me how much you want it." "I want it," I manage to gasp between breaths. "I want you, Chris." He groans, and the sound vibrates against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He begins to move faster, harder, his thrusts more forceful as he loses control. I can feel him building toward his own release, and when it comes, it's sudden and intense. He growls and slams into me one final time, his body shuddering against mine as he cums. We stand there, panting and sweaty, our hearts racing as we try to catch our breath. Finally, he pulls out of me and releases my arms. I slump forward, my forehead resting on the cool metal of the locker. He places a gentle hand on my back, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "You okay?" he whispers. "Yeah," I manage to reply

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makur0 · 1 year

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No Nut November?

synopsis — they’re drawn into this daring challenge, all hoping to win. but who really has the guts to do so? [various enstars! x gn! reader]

featured characters — kuro kiryu, hiyori tomoe, shu itsuki, mika kagehira, mao isara, izumi sena, niki shiina, madara mikejima, adonis otogari, jun sazanami, tsumugi aoba, rinne amagi (phew a mouthful haha)

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. rough sex, jealous sex, cunnilingus, use of toys, penetration (both reader and character recieving), some hard dom! chara some reader, reversed role, sexual frusturation, teasing, degradation, face sitting, crack in some, fluffy sex in some, all of them being absolute whores (including me lets not lie)

author’s note — CROWD CHEERING IM BACK TO SMUT Y’ALL (tbh i failed the challenge like a week in but never actually opened that up bc... yeah.) and special thanks to all my mutuals for the characters, lol (these skanky-ass whores are kinda... mmm)

word count — 3559

Give it up for Rinne Amagi y’all, for he isn’t trying to win. I swear this man has no intention of going clean for even twenty-four hours, what makes you think he’ll do it for a whole month? In fact, just to piss off all of the contestants he’ll drag you into his room and go feral on you. Good thing Hiyori and Kanata had decided to bunk at a different dorm (they probably saw this coming) or else they would see Rinne fucking you into his mattress, your tear-stained face shoved into the pillows as you moan shamelessly every time he slaps his pelvis against your ass. Calling you dirty names, leaving handprints on your ass, hickies, bruises and even broken skin littering your chest and shoulders. He literally turns you into a dumb stuttering doll as he pulls countless orgasms out of you, soaking his bedsheets underneath you and generally creating a mess. Which he’s honestly aiming for. Riling up all those so-called ‘clean’ people and making them regret their choice for accepting the challenge. It’s in his nature, after all, to stir up chaos.

Oh? You were planning to participate in the challenge too? Well that has him even more hyped up. He’s gonna scramble your mind (and insides) so much that you’ll be so fucking glad that you didn’t take up the offer and instead stayed with him. If he can make you feel this good, why throw it away for such a shitty gamble that you wouldn’t even gain anything from it?

I don’t think it’s quite obvious, but Jun Sazanami would have lost within the first day. He may have a bit more dignity than our favorite redhead, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a horny teenager at heart. Dragged into this mess by Ohii-san and taunted by him, he was really set on winning it, poor man. He only realized his fault as soon as the first day, when he went out with you. Jun really couldn’t help himself as he would constantly steal looks to your body, feeling himself heating up even more than usual due to the challenge itself. (Literally why are you the most horny when you want to become clean?) I feel like he won’t just fold you and start rutting into you like a bitch in heat— well to be honest i want him to do that— but he’ll secretly jerk off away from the prying eyes of his friends, in hope that people wouldn’t notice. Frantically fisting his hard-on, his other hand desperately muffling his moans, as he comes for what seems like the third time that night. Imagining that it was your hand around his cock, pumping his seed out, and your tongue licking up all of his cum. Goddamn- he can’t escape from your hold.

Of course Hiyori finds this out, but Jun isn’t really all that pissed about it... at least he can fuck you now without worrying about this stupid challenge anyways.

Talking about him, Hiyori Tomoe wouldn’t last either! Definitely hypes himself too much, proclaiming that he will win this challenge easy-peasy. But that’s him talking when he gets pussy/dick almost every night. Even going as far as teasing his friends about it, catcalling them, but soon enough he’ll be eating those words when it hits him that he can’t call you. At least, to call you to meet him at his room again to do their almost-daily quickie. And what?! He can’t even masturbate too??

Somehow he gets through the first week (with him grinding against his sheets softly I may add- which unfortunately made the man even more needy) but it soon turns to be futile as every time he lays eyes on you, dirty fantasies fill his mind. Damn the challenge; why can’t he just have you sit on his cock in public, your nice little hole drooling over his length as you grind impatiently against him? You look so cute in those clothes anyway...

And when you get irritated? By god he’s spiraling. He wants- no, needs you to peg or ride him until he’s seeing stars. Losing his sanity by the second, he’s shoving you into the nearest bathroom stall, impatient to finally get off after so long. And please do help him... he’s been good for a week, right? A whole seven days! He surely deserves a treat, no?

As a joke, Madara Mikejima would take on the challenge fully knowing that he’ll loose... so why? Just to see your face when he announces it? He’s fully aware that you can’t handle the sexual deprivation (even more so than he), so you’re devastated when he tells you his plan. Of course this is all just to see you break and whine to him just so he can tease you about it, but not just yet...

You couldn’t keep your composure for even a week, so soon enough Madara finds you getting off to your toys, trying to keep your loud moans at bay. He doesn’t bite for a minute or so, but once he sees your blissful face once you come undone on some fucking silicone something eats at him. Within a second he’s towering over you, throwing that slicked-over toy and biting at you with a tight smile that clearly tells you that you’re in for it. He’s being extremely petty over getting jealous by a toy, but he’s set on making sure that nobody, not even nothing can make you feel as good as he is right now. Surely, with the way you’re screaming his name for all the neighbors to unfortunately hear, right? And the way you’re convulsing on his cock, pushing him to fuck you even harsher and deeper, yeah? In the end Mama set you up for a trap but he fell in it instead... but really, what does it matter when in the end he has you fold for him?

Poor Tsumugi Aoba, trying so hard for the sake of... what was it exactly? Did he hopefully write it down? Anyways, there’s no shot that this baby wins with all the work stress he’s under. How can he lose you, his main source of relief, for an entire month? He’s likely one of the few people who took the challenge but realized the struggle, so as soon as he’s starts he starts drowning himself in even more work, as ironic as it sounds. It’s successful... for what, the first week and a half or so? But there’s only so much work to be done. He somehow burns through a whole month’s work in a span of a week, and comes up with nothing after that. That’s when the real struggle happens.

It’s almost like he’s death-staring you as he sits with you at the dinner table, but in reality he’s having a mental conniption. All of his walls melted like ice thanks to the lack of distraction, and he’s trying to stop the flow of dirty, dirty thoughts about you. His dick getting hard within a snap of your finger, his face getting flushed and hot, it doesn’t take long for you to connect the dots and mentally sigh. Usually Tsumugi would listen to you thoroughly, but as soon as the words he wanted to hear slipped out of your lips he’s pressing against you like a dog in heat, apologizing profusely as he fucks you right over the table. And he’s likely going to keep you there for a good hour- this man has stamina. Prove me wrong >:(

Kuro Kiryu is struggling because you are. See, if he didn’t catch you biting your lip in frustration, rubbing your thighs together subtly, even ghosting your hand over your sex, he himself wouldn’t feel himself getting hot and hard. What’s turning him on is your sexual frustration... which later on would definitely put it to good use. Unfortunately for him though, he’s still tied into the challenge so he has to at least try. It’s probably the worst two weeks of his life as he tries not to fold your sleeping figure next to him in bed, instead going as far as staying up through the night and taking out all his frustrations on a poor sandbag (I’m telling you, by the end of it his dick his harder than that lmfao). Yes, he loses. Halfway through November, itching for some intimate touch, he nearly praises the lord above when he catches you playing with your sex like a bitch in heat, hurriedly trying to get off.

He’s your man, so of course he has to help you! Just thank him by spilling your loud whorish moans into his ear as he fucks you on the cold bathroom floor, the heat radiating from both of your sweating bodies competing with the hot shower steam. His pent-up energy is either a blessing or a curse to your poor body, because he’s not letting go of you until he’s come at least... be real. Five or six times. And plus I’m normal about breeding so of course he’s watching his thick cum seep out of your hole, decorating the already-white marble tiles. He can’t help but take a picture for masturbation food, seeing your slicked-over hole and ass pairing with the purple, red, and pink marks he proudly left behind. Is he ashamed of losing the challenge? Honestly a bit during post-sex and when he finally has reason... but he’s learned so much that he wouldn’t know before. So it’s a 50/50 for him.

Shu Itsuki struggles because you aren’t. The Shu Itsuki, the self-proclaimed best artist, a man of culture, is frantically trying to calm down his raging hard-on as you waltz away from him, perfectly fine and calm?? No no, it should be the tables turned! You should be the one begging him to please you, and he should be scoffing at your brazen behavior! But no matter how much he wishes it to be this way, your lack of attention, sexually, has him bucking into his expensive sheets, whining into his already-soaked pillow as he tries to get himself off. I feel like Shu is the type of person to train himself to control his sexual desires when you’re not around, taking extreme caution to not to try to come over anything but you. Oh how it bites him in the back now, frustrated tears falling from his lilac eyes as he can’t bring himself to reach an orgasm even once. And he’s not the type to use toys, as the traditional man he is, so there’s nothing in his house that could accommodate to his needs. So he’s, in the worst time possible, stuck.

Finally dropping his pretentious ego, he comes to you as a whiny, horny flustered mess as his obvious hard-on pokes through his pants. You can’t help but coo at his helplessness, teasing him bit to further rile him up. But you can’t have your pretty princess wait for too long, or he’ll actually lose it. So give him a good hard fuck, riding him or pegging him it doesn’t matter, and break him over your lap until he’s a babbling flushed mess. Because of how sensitive he is you have his watery cum staining your slacks, feeling the cool liquid touch your hot skin, but you could care less as you please your baby <3.

Mika Kagehira is adamant on making sure nobody finds out he’s cheating. Who is he kidding- a person who basically lives on your quickies almost every day wouldn’t survive this challenge. But you just look so hopeful as you turned to him to win, genuinely thinking that he’ll succeed. So for your sake he’ll stay quiet, although it’ll probably kill him that he won’t be able to feel you for a while. All he has to survive off of are shitty sex toys and every once in a while plushies that permanently smell like you, so it’s definitely not the best but it could be worse.

But out of all people (although looking back he was relieved) you were the first one to find out that he was cheating all along. Walking into him whining against his pillows, grinding his dick into the cum-soaked sheets as a vibrator was shoved into his ass at the highest speed. You’re frozen in your spot for a good minute, trying to process the scene in front of you, before your wrenched out of your thoughts as the male moans out your name quite shamelessly, gripping onto the ropes he wrapped around his wrists for the thrill of the burn. He was so far gone that he couldn’t even care who walked in on him, which, good for you, could enjoy the show a little bit more before you intrude on his session. So there you are, sitting at his desk, staring at the writhing boy pleasing himself at your name. Around ten minutes pass by, and Mika’s looking pretty worn out so he reaches for the remote. But before he could shut it off you suddenly appear on him, resting your hand over his. The poor boy is flabbergasted, trying to come up with some silly excuse before your other hand is rubbing dangerously close to his dick. Even after all the orgasms he’s had he feels himself getting hard again at your touch, and soon enough wanting more like the spoiled whore he his. But dear me, he’s expecting you to be nice to him especially since he hasn’t had you for so long. He broke his promise after all, didn’t he? Hope he doesn’t mind a bit of pain...

To be fucking funny, Niki Shiina would have won. So hard. Just the way his mind works has him thinking about food all the time, and of course your one of his favorite snacks but somehow it hasn’t brutally affected his sexual deprivation. Somehow. Butttt of course you go and screw everything up. Just like Rinne you fucked the whole challenge... but why is Niki doing it??? Who the hell convinced him to do so? And just ditch you? Nope, not on your watch. You’re gonna make sure he looses, and hard.

He only realizes your intention halfway through, but it’s too late. Because of your influence his dirty mind is turning everything sexual, and it’s pushing him over the edge. He’s pretty much had enough. So, completely disregarding the challenge, he manages to corner you and outwardly express his aggravation, throwing a tantrum like the little kid he is. You simply laugh at his antics, dragging a finger across his collarbone and... wow, you can’t remember what happened after that. All you could focus on was how harsh he was shoving his face into the sheets. The high-pitched whines and moans did not match at all with the brutal pace he set on you, destroying your insides. All you could do was grip on the sheets for dear life, your pupils blown wide and face extremely flushed as Niki fucked into you like a dog in heat. If you didn’t have the pillows masking your sight, you would’ve seen the man have tears streaming down his face in pleasure, his lips stuck in a pout as he watched your hips bruise under the iron grip he had you in. For such a soft guy, he sure is rough... tenfold if he was pent up.

Izumi Sena would be close, but not enough to win. Without you he definitely has the mindset for it. You would think he would get so frustrated by his model workload but ironically it’s what keeps him sane. Give him more than a few days off and his mind will be in the gutters in no time, no matter how much he tries to resist. But the gods seem to be on his side for the entire challenge (how he learned of it, who knows. why, confidential i guess) because the more work he got the less he talked to you. Of course you two contact on a regular basis but nothing more than a short, sweet call or texting each other for minutes at a time. It seems to be enough for him, at least. Whereas you, with a much much higher sex drive, is crying in your sheets. You just want to get off so badly and that’ll just be the end of it, but with the cocky idols teasing you and the haunting nightmares of Izumi being extremely disappointed in you helps you hold off... at least for now. You’re not sure if you can hold it out for any longer.

Fortunately for you, unfortunately for him, the Knights had an ‘emergency’ and he was called back to Japan a week before he was scheduled to leave. The emergency in question was just a lost Leo Tsukinaga, which was solved in no time, but that left Izumi back with you in person while there was just one week left in the challenge. And oh boy did you use that to your advantage. You couldn’t wait when the two of you were alone after the whole fiasco- in fact within the next day the man woke up to your naked figure sitting on his chest, tracing your fingers along his collar. With that and his usual morning wood, Izumi’s sanity and patience snapped like a twig. Flipping you over and immediately pushing inside of you, he’s plowing into you like a starved man, which he is. All of his manner, ego, and common sense is thrown out the window as he moans and curses into your chest, trying to go faster than the pistioning pace he’s already setting on. He’s reduced to a horny teenager, saying how much he missed you and your hold, even coming within the first minute of fucking you. But as soon as he has that post-orgasm mindset, and realizes what you’ve done to him with a flushed angry face, he’s not letting you go for the rest of the day. Be prepared to call out from work tomorrow, because he’s gonna make sure that you get more than what you bargained for.

Mao Isara perseverance is so godly I’m jealous of this man. ...Ok, maybe he acts like a teenager with a middle school crush around you during this challenge, but that doesn’t mean that his common sense and rationality is leading him the right way. But major kudos to the President himself because he’s balancing the stress of work and deprivation for an entire four weeks.

Like all he gets itchy when his time is almost up, and almost loses when he has a sleepover with you, seeing your slumbering body so flush and close to him he’s immediately getting hard. But no, for the sake of his reputation he has to continue, just for a little while. Then he’ll get the prize he’s drooling for. He’s jumping on you, asleep or not, and shoving his face into your sex as soon as his phone says December 1st (which he has been checking several times). He missed your taste and smell so much, he literally comes into his pants as your scent hits him like a brick wall. You’d be waking up to him devouring you from in between your legs, already waking up disoriented and, frankly, now needy. But don’t worry- he’s not letting you go anytime soon until he quenches his thirst and has you come several times for his pleasure. Even after that he’d be fucking you into the mattress, babbling about how much he missed your tight hole and thanking you so much for being patient with him, wrenching out an almost high-pitched moan every time he empties his overloaded balls into you.

Adonis Otogari has the most control over himself so of course he’s one of the very few winners among these horndogs of idols. By no means does he win for boasting rights or to tease the others, but he genuinely believes that it’ll impress you- I swear this boy will jump on any opportunity to see your face light up in excitement; he lives for it. So if this challenge will have you jumping up and down in joy, he’s down.

Minimal struggle. Of course he wakes up with the occasional morning wood, but calms himself down within an hour or so before Koga points it out and shit crashes and burns. Further into the month he has to use more... creative ways (I swear this man is willing to bathe in ice cold water to get his dong to freeze up and feel nothing) but somehow he perseveres as everybody around him starts dropping like flies. And when that clock strikes twelve on the last day of November he’s on cloud nine. Fortunately you’re with him at this time, so he doesn’t waste a single minute to drag you into bed and indulge in you for the remaining nightly hours. Instead of being rushed, harsh, and overall needy (although he is don’t lie), he’s going to take his sweet time and remind himself the pleasure he gets from either fucking you nice and slowly or eating you out so that both of your minds are reeling. He survives, but don’t expect him to do this again anytime soon.

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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I just think edging and masturbating with reiner would be so fun 😫

content warning: self pleasure, p!rnstar reiner, hand holding, sexual content, watching p!rn together, use of toys, rei wearing a cock ring, squirting, edging, mdni!!

📝: I’m so going to blame this on my fever and not on the fact that I’m down bad for this man.

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“Ah—haaa..shit, I don’t know how long I can keep this up..”

“Ooh..uh—don’t tell me you’re throwing in the towel already, big boy.”

the exchange taking place between (y/n) and your longtime boyfriend and partner in porn, Reiner. The relationship has been by far the most adventurous and loving you had ever experienced. He was a wonderful man..always attentive to your needs, caring greatly for you and of course, keeping things spiced up in your sex life, which you appreciated! Hence why now, the two of you were currently in your bedroom, lying across your king-sized mattress; opposite hands clenched together whilst the others?

“Nah..and let you beat me? Not a chance, darling. I’ll definitely make you come for me first. Just wait..”

working away between each of your thighs, attempting to make each other crack first. You with a vibrator sitting idly against your sensitive, swollen clit and him with a firm grip around his cock. His shaft residing within his enclosed fist and a silver ring clasped around the base. Hitting his sack with each stroke..his balls were so swollen and full, just brimming with his seed that he was dying to fill you with. But alas, that would only occur if he could hold out long enough. Meanwhile, that constant vibration was attacking your sensitive nerves..causing you to twitch with every passing second. Your chests heaving and falling, breaths shallow and catching in the backs of your throat. With every passing second, the frequency of each of the devices were bringing you closer to the edge and peak of your climaxes but neither of you were ready to give in quite yet.

“C’mere, baby. Fuck..” commanding in his grovelly voice before clutching you by your throat and pulling you in for a searing kiss. Shoving his tongue between your jaws and swirling it around your own. “Mmphm..” the sounds of your moans could be heard coagulating and joining the ones coming from the TV. A video of a couple that resembled the two of you was playing in the background and serving as prime masturbation material..a tall, muscular man, mounting a thick, beautiful woman with heavy backshots. Tugging at her hair, slapping her ass and even tugging her head back to spit into her mouth. “Right there, baby. Fuck this pussy!” All the filthy things you loved..

you wanted Reiner to do the same. To ravage you with those sweet kisses and hard thrusts. But sometimes, foreplay was far more fun than having sex itself! Still, it didn’t help matters that you were whimpering pathetically and feeling that pit of arousal swelling in the pit of your stomach. “That lil’ vibrator can’t possibly be doing ya’ any good, darling. Admit it, I’m what ya’ want..what you need right now.” He may have sounded confident but you knew better. You knew that Reiner was close..that much apparent by the seeping precum dribbling down his tip. Even so, the two of you continued to pleasure yourselves to the sounds of the porn video on display and your own ever growing lust for one another. Emitting loud moans and attempting to stifle them with sloppy pecks; exchanging strings of spit in the process. As you felt yourselves giving way..close to breaking, your gazes would lock and didn’t falter once. Your dark brown eyes and his hazel ones glaring right into one another with so much lecherousness, there was a good possibility neither of you would be able to walk out of here when you finished! Eventually, you’d sink your fingers into that swollen heat and pump slowly because any faster would’ve sent you flying into an orgasm. Creaming all over them with each pump. Reiner however, was having worse luck than you. Beads of sweat trickled around his forehead, his veins protruding in his hand and near his temples. He was mere seconds from cracking but you had to do so with him! “Same time, baby..come with me at the same time, okay?” Shaking and trembling as he jerked himself off faster while forcing you to place your toy on its highest setting. “Y-yeah. I’m coming! Ahh—!” Letting out a loud cry as you both reached that blissful peak as one. One loud squelching noise arose before Reiner splattered his knuckles with streams of warm nut and (y/n) flooded the sheets with a shower of your juices. Neither of you could handle another second and so, with a single tear streaming down each of your faces and frames rattling with ecstasy, you’d revel in the afterglow and beauty of your love making..or rather, the precursor to it! Once you came to, realizing the mess that had been made, you both would burst into laughter and wipe each other’s cheeks. After holding out for so long, it couldn’t be helped…

“Guess things got a little intense, huh?”

“You could say that.”

chuckling before slithering back into his mouth for another juicy smooch. For a moment, you just massaged one another’s skin. Hugging and clinging together as he rolled over on top of you and your arms clung to his neck. Spreading your legs wide open so that he had enough room to work his way between them; folding them up behind your head as well.

“Now..after that little warm up..what do you say have some real fun?”

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planet-dusk · 1 year

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🏷️ threesome, unprotected sex, oral (m)

you put your hand on chan's abdomen and he stills, letting changbin set the pace.

“don’t you wish you could see him now, baby?” chan grunts. “so hot.”

if you close your eyes you can picture changbin behind you. a dewy sheen to his skin, dark hair sticking to his forehead. his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he slides in and out of you with expert skill. strong hands grabbing your hips hard enough to leave marks.

your cunt clenches around him and changbin chuckles lowly. "she likes that."

“are you gonna come for us?” chan tightens his grip on your hair and you can hear the anticipation in his voice. “come on our cocks like the slut you are?”

you moan around his length. drool spills from the corners of your mouth when he pulls out and gently smacks his cock against your cheek. "tongue out, baby."

it's difficult to stay focused when changbin's fingers find their way to your clit, but you're trying. you want to be good for them. so you stick your tongue out as far as you can and look up at chan through your lashes.

droplets of perspiration don his broad chest. his curls are messy, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

he looks outright delectable.

"give it to me, chris, please," you plead. he closes his eyes and curses. "yeah? then take it—fuck, baby, you are so fucking sexy—"

he spills into your waiting mouth with a low groan, some of his cum dripping off your tongue and onto the sheets before you can swallow it all. he tastes salty and sweet at the same time and you suck on his sensitive tip, making him shudder as he smears the last of his cum on your swollen lips.

"my turn?" changbin asks from behind you, impatient.

chan must've nodded because the other man tightens his hold and starts thrusting into you with enough force to have your entire body trembling with exertion.

"god—yes, binnie," you whimper. his and chan's strong arms are the only thing keeping you from getting shoved face down into the mattress.

"i'm not gonna last long, beautiful." changbin's voice sounds strained. "not if you keep clenching like this."

you can't help it; you're so close now, his fingers on your clit still rubbing in tight circles while his tip hits that yummy spot between your walls.

"she's almost there," chan warns, his hand cupping your cheek. "cum for us, baby."

white-hot pleasure surges through your veins and you shake in changbin's arms. he doesn't remove his hand from your oversensitive clit until you start squirming and whimpering, "i can't, binnie—"

he's fucking you so roughly now it's almost too much for your swollen pussy. lewd noises fill the room and you feel more of your cum coat the insides of your thighs with every stroke of his hips.

"ass?" changbin manages to grit out between thrusts. you moan a confirmation and he pulls out just in time to paint your skin in thick ropes of pearly white, milking out the last drops with his fist tightly wrapped around his cock.

you collapse onto the bed, drained and exhausted. their hands smooth over your skin and gently rub your sore limbs.

"you did so well, pretty. now let's get you cleaned up."

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kunikuma · 11 months

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this aint build-a-b ♡ tch—! pt. 3

relationship | college student!kunikuzushi x afab!fem!reader

synopsis | after finding out that you did, in fact, very much like kunikuzushi back, he raced to your apartment to have a heart-to-heart convo about everything. sike, it wasn’t just talking. content | sm.ut, mdni; does not expand on the BaB series. purely self indulgent. cw | edging, pussy eatin’, fingering, twinge of marking and jealousy (like tiny tiny mentions), y/n has a coochie and uses she/her, usage of “good girl” x1, kinda praise-y, bodyworship? a/n | self-indulgent, one moment inspired by that one scara azeru audio bc hooboooy... this is also the last part for BaB kuni. i wrote the lewd parts while buzzed. was def planning to write u guys going all the way but i felt like it was getting too long :/ oh and i got impatient with the cutesy talk like i need yall to fck pronto :)

p1 // p2 // build-a-bear masterlist

if the drive back to his apartment less that occurred than an hour ago felt like both forever and no time at all, the drive back to your place for the third time today felt like an eternity.

the lavender-eyed male hit every single red light so far; he rode on people’s asses trying to inch closer and closer to where you were impatiently waiting. all the while, he laughed and laughed and laughed in the driver’s seat. his lips had curled into a huge grin as well.

oh, how he laughed! if you could hear how he cackled, you’d pause and ask if he was deranged.

admittedly, with the way he was grinning like a fool and giggling to himself, he wouldn’t argue too long with you if you decided he was missing a few screws.

naturally, sprinkled in between his complaints about the speed of the other drivers on the road were weak and half-hearted jabs at your person.

“dumbass,” he sighs, absentmindedly caressing my melody’s head. she was cozily nestled between his thighs, but he didn’t wearily stare at her this time around. “oh, how i despise you, y/n,” he exhales, stepping on the gas when he saw the road ahead of him was free of cars and the green light above him shone brightly in the night sky. “how i detest the way you make my heart race,” he mutters, but the mellowed and teensy tiny grin on his face didn’t do much in the intimidation department.

when he parked his car on your street, he quickly darted out of his car, snatching the pink plush offender and nearly forgetting to lock the door. he did a light jog to the complex’s door and skipped every other step up the communal stairs.

“acting… like a… idiot in love,” he huffs as he hops onto the last step before turning familiar corners to arrive at your door.

when he finally got to your worn brown, wooden door, he just… stood there.

his neatly manicured hands clenched the white arm of my melody as she swayed in place. kunikuzushi stared at the door in front of him.

tersely, his weight shifted from one leg to the other.

a part of him, a very deep part of him riddled with distrust and self-consciousness, wondered if you were playing a cruel joke on him as payback for all of the times he messed with you. like, maybe you planned some gut-wrenching prank after you heard his confession or something. at this, his eyes hardened as he shoved his free hand into his pocket to tether it down somewhere. he clicked his tongue in annoyance as he repeatedly tapped his foot on the floor.

‘she… wouldn’t be that cruel,’ he tries to convince himself as he lifted his clenched fist closer to the wood. you were not the kind of person to take advantage of or mock someone at their most vulnerable.

right?

faintly, he could hear muffled padding of your socked feet getting louder from the other side of the door.

“kunikuzushi, i can hear your anxiety leaking through my damn door. are you gonna knock?”

with that, that deep, paralyzing abyss inside of him immediately dissipated as he huffed, pounding his fist on your front door. you yelped and cussed him out with a laugh.

“happy? let me in.”

he jeered, as he continued to pound on your door with a blooming smirk, ignoring your protests and yells to ‘shut the fuck up, kuni—’

the lock clicks and the door swings open; his fists collide with nothing and his hand just hangs there.

the two of you just stare at each other as his hand hesitantly lowers back down to his side.

you were in your pajamas, clearly ready for an evening of relaxation; a fist haughtily planted on your cocked hip as you stare at him almost expectantly.

actually, what were you expecting?

on his end: slightly frazzled hair, a plush clinging on for dear life as his free hand at his side flexes nervously.

“well? come on in,” you muttered, grandly flourishing your hand to motion him inside. you finished the move with a dramatic bow and he rolls his eyes and lightly swats your head with my melody. you grumble as you close and lock the door behind him, fixing your hair.

he was getting nervous. again.

but the nerves this time were incomparable to earlier. so far, everything that has occurred is typical behavior; knocking on your door, being greeted, and walking inside. nothing was out of the ordinary. but the feeling welling up in his chest is akin to those awkward nerves one feels when entering someone’s home for the first time.

he toes off his shoes, “…don’t make this weird,” he states as if he wasn’t the one acting oddly.

before you knew it, the two of you were in your room with kunikuzushi leaning back into your computer chair. you cozied up against your bed’s headboard, sitting criss-cross apple sauce with kuromi nestled between your exposed thighs. kunikuzushi allowed his head to fall backwards, pressing the top edge of your chair against the back of his neck as he released a sigh. internally, he did find your current state endearing, with you surrounded by an army of plushies, but he was not ready to admit such a thing yet.

too early.

“ready to chat, lover boy?” you hummed, fiddling with kuromi’s ears in your hands. he turned the chair slightly to give you a slight side eye as he furrowed his brows. both you and the black plush were staring at him with teasing smirks.

“don’t call me that,” he grunts, “and chat? about what?”

you squeeze kuromi and his rough recording fills the room and he groans, pressing his hands into the balls of his eyes as you laughed.

“alright, alright, i get it,” kunikuzushi bites out, sitting up in your chair as he spins back and forth. he could feel himself slowly taking down the individual bricks around his heart. whenever you wanted heart-to-heart conversations, it takes a second for him to share.

“where do we start?”

“honestly, i thought we would have been making out by now, like right when i opened the door,” you start with a laugh, taking in his growing blush with glee, “but i think it’s cute you’re taking it slow.”

he rolls his eyes, “i’m not trying to be slow… but you wanted to talk. so talk.”

you released an aggravatingly loud sigh, “fine, if i must go first. we’ll treat it like twenty questions, except no one’s counting and the rules don’t matter. rapid fire, by the way. i don’t have all night.”

“so, not like twenty questions at all.”

“exactly. when did you realize you liked me?”

“uh,” he blanks as his face only darkens further, thinking about how to answer. he knew exactly when he fell for you, but kunikuzushi was wondering how he should go about answering your question in a way that did not make him want to stand up, walk home, and block you on snapchat.

“too slow, i’ve got a lot of questions for you, so you better speed it up!” you chided, pelting a pillow at his face. kunikuzushi hisses as he swats the pillow just in time for it to fall to the floor with a quiet thump.

“insufferable. at this point, maybe i don’t like you at all.”

“first lie. answer the question.”

“fine! when you were introducing me to all of your sanrio plushies during our first movie night.”

“wow, that was a lot further back than i expected. what do you like about me?”

“i don’t get to ask questions?”

“you can go after me.”

“lame. i like almost everything.”

“that is almost a cop-out answer. and hey, what? almost?”

“you get on my nerves sometimes.”

“okay, rude! what’s your favorite thing about me?”

“physically or…?”

you hummed at that, “actually, answer for both. i’m very curious.”

kunikuzushi sighs and grips the armrests of your chair very tightly as he bounced his knee. this was so… vulnerable.

“you’re greedy,” he mutters as he mulls over how to answer. he notices you’re patiently waiting for the answer this time. he was partially grateful you remembered to take a little bit of pity on him.

“personality-wise, i like that you’re patient with me even though… i can be a little… rough around the edges,” he admits, unwillingly enjoying the proud smile you started to sport. he really was grateful that you stuck around and powered through his attitude, especially during the early stages of your friendship. he debated about your physical appearance.

he knew you weren’t going to accept ‘everything’ as an answer, but it was the truth! he liked your hair and the way it looked and felt in his hands when you asked him to style it. he liked your eyes when you looked at him and only him. he enjoyed watching you speak, the way your mouth moved and your lips stretched into a grin, like right now. he adored the way your hands felt on his skin whenever you needed to get past him and you’d touch his shoulders or his back for a second too long.

warmth rushed to his cheeks when his mind started wandering to less wholesome thoughts.

…he liked it when your lips would wrap around your boba straw when the two of you sat together at a table. his mind definitely would wander at night. he liked the feel of your back and your thighs when he hoisted you over his shoulder when you had too much to drink and he carried you home. his left hand would keep your torso steady against his shoulder and his right hand would keep a gentle grip on the backs of your legs. along the same vein, he loved it when you pressed your chest against his back when you demanded to have a piggyback ride because you were dumb and wore the wrong shoes for the occasion.

you felt so soft.

“everything,” he repeats breezily, staring at you, waiting for you to challenge his answer. he shifted in your seat, subtly trying to rearrange himself.

you groaned. ”we are not entering a relationship if you’re gonna answer my questions like that,” you huffed, collapsing onto your side as you cradled kuromi against your chest. his eyes darted from your own orbs down to the exposed skin.

“you don’t get to be picky,” he replies dryly, clearing his throat. he could feel heat rushing to his face.

“just say you like my tits or something. at least that’s an actual start,” you grumble and he nearly chokes on his spit, leaning forward in your chair. you peer at him, taking in his reaction, “i know you look.”

he stares off to the side, warmth drowning his body as he refuses to respond. but you took that as a good sign to continue teasing him.

“it’s flattering,” you laugh gently, “c’mere,” you grin, staring at him as you patted the comforter. you were still laying on your side as you gazed at him.

wordlessly and without even sparing you a glance, he crawls onto your bed and mimics your earlier arrangement, placing my melody between his thighs. strategic, if he could give himself some credit.

you peered up at him through your lashes, subtly licking your lips. to kunikuzushi, it felt like the temperature in the room was only rising faster and faster.

“let’s try again,” you murmur, splaying out onto your back as you released kuromi. she rolled and fell to the floor, but no one batted an eye. the indigo-haired man swears under his breath at the twitch he felt between his legs at the slightly sultry, a little too excited tone of your voice. despite the blood all going south, he had one working brain cell that helped him register that as a cute attempt at seduction.

you repeated, “what about me, physically, caught your eye?”

you stared at him expectantly from your relaxed position on your bed. the way his eyes darted all over your body technically gave you the answer.

hair, eyes, oh? chest! thighs… chest again. lips. oh, back on the chest. thighs. inner thighs?

wow. he really did like everything.

as you waited for his response, you propped yourself back up, leaning against your mountain of pillows and stuffed animals. his mouth bobbed open and closed as he seemed to ruminate over the proper way to answer your question. he knew he couldn’t say everything again. but he felt picking one part of you was doing the rest of you a disservice.

not that he would say that, lest he shoots down his pride and inflates your ego. he swallows thickly when his eyes slowly meet yours again. he speaks, but you don’t catch his words.

“hm? repeat that?”

he scowls, a teensy pout gracing his lips as he looks off to the side. for a second, no one moves. the stillness of the room with the rhythmic tick of your clock was suffocating. the sound of your sheets grabbed your attention as he gently puts my melody off to the side. your eyebrow raises in interest when he transfers from his bottom onto his knees.

‘oh, he’s crawling—‘

“i said,” he starts, a red stain blotting his face, “it would be easier… if i could just show you,” he grumbles, sinking closer to your body. his hands rest on either side of your knees, his face keeping a respectable-ish distance away from your body as he stares at you, waiting for permission.

he is a consent king, after all.

in his eyes, your dumb little nod was all he needed to hesitantly move his hands from the comforter right onto your thighs.

and oh god, you were as soft and pliant in his hands as he imagined. the way the meat of your thighs gave way to his slowly tightening grip sent a tingle down his spine as he just admired the prize in front of him. the way you allowed him to part your legs without any sassy quip was something he would keep in his back pocket for later. his eyes narrowed at the way his nails would leave indentations when he gripped a little too hard… he liked the way your hair rested against the pillow in a slightly disheveled way.

kunikuzushi licked his lips when he thought about how he would love to mess up your hair.

tug it?

pull it?

…coat it?

your gasp followed by a giggle snapped him back to reality, “thighs, huh?”

he shrugged half-heartedly but did not make eye contact with you, “one part of you i quite like, yeah.”

all the while, his hands were gliding up and down your skin, taking it all in. from your knees, up your thighs, sliding closer to the bed so his hands would coast your hips. he’d hit your waist and travel back down, squeezing every so often.

honestly, this felt like a dream for kunikuzushi. all of those sleepless nights pining after you… sleepless nights that derailed into furious, unsatisfying, and guilty evenings where he would have to… relieve himself at the memories of you he had stored away. once, he found himself opening your instagram, before frantically tossing his phone to the side.

laying there late at night feeling like the worst friend in the world because he succumbed to his desires rather than respecting the friendship.

thing is, he’d feel guilty and do it again sometime that week.

back in the real world, the dim lighting of your room and the gentle hum of your room fan lulled him into a slight daze as he silently got lost in his head as he continued taking everything in; everything that was happening right now was just so unreal, so intoxicating.

the sudden gentle grip you had on his hands brought him back, “you should show me what else you like about me,” you grin cheekily, your own blush revealing that you were not unaffected by his soft admiring touch. he leers at you, partially annoyed that you interrupted his process of adoring the art displayed before his eyes. he sighs before inching higher, hovering right over your face as he breathes steadily.

ah, actually, he was breathing shakily.

“…i can do that,” he murmurs gruffly before planting his lips onto yours.

this.

this was everything he imagined and more. the way your soft lips collided with his and moved with him in tandem. the way your hands darted to his shirt and weakly gripped and crumpled the fabric in your grasp. and god, the way you occasionally gasped into his mouth when his hand would rake all over your form, desperately trying to feel everything in case you decided this was a one-time thing.

he pulls away with a ragged breath, feeling his mind go haywire at the sight of your chest rising and falling, your lips redder than usual from the fervent kissing. pupils dilating, he rests his head between the plush mounds on your chest.

you laugh lightly, resting your hands on the back of his neck, running your nails through his hair at the base of it, “finally. i had been dying to kiss you.”

kunikuzushi’s walled heart nearly pounds out of his chest. there you go again. always slamming a pickaxe at the cemented stone fortress he stored deep within him. he only chuckles as he catches his breath, “dying, huh?” he repeats, craning his head up at you. the smirk on his face was not the usual cocky simper; rather, it looked half-hearted. admittedly, kunikuzushi found this sort of… entanglement much more natural than the conversation earlier.

the softness of his violet eyes as he gazed at you; it was like he was gazing at something divine.

you loved that look on him.

you giggle slightly, your hands traveling to his shoulders.

“mhm. dying. however,” you start coyly. his eyebrow quirks up at the teasing tone you adopted in your words.

consider his interest piqued.

“however, i’m interested in the idea of your snarky mouth being useful somewhere else, too,” you breathed, your voice lowering an octave as your eyes seem to darken. your lips curled upwards as your eyes lidded over; he could feel the plump legs squeezing him and tremble with anticipation.

emotions? talking about feelings? hard.

letting his cock do the thinking and enjoy you the way he had been dying to for the past few months? like second nature.

he grinned.

minutes later, clothes were a thing of the past. kuromi and my melody had long fallen to the floor and laid side by side. their owners needed as much room as possible to—

a sharp gasp rang through the air as your thighs clamped down on his head. kunikuzushi groans against your core as he laps up every drop of gold that leaked from your slit.

your legs shook in his firm hold, “y-you’ve done this before—!” you choke out as his shoulders shake from his quiet laughter. he peers up at you; his mouth was unseen by you due to the angle; he laves his tongue on your clit, but you could see the mirth oozing from his eyes as he soaks in your subtle compliment. after pressing a gentle kiss on your nub, he pulls away.

“one night stands,” he answers simply, tracing letters of his name on your hips. you chuckled, dropping your head back into the pillows.

“i never saw you hook up with anyone,” you laugh, teasing him, “thought you were a virgin.”

he scoffs, “everyone thought you were my girlfriend, so people stopped coming to me. sort of lost easy access, to put it crudely. not that i was messin’ around that much,” he explains as his eyes drift back down to where he was previously occupied.

the indigo-haired young man could feel his cock jump at the sight. he had lapped up every drop of your slick before pulling away just moments before, but you were already starting to get so wet again.

in the kindest, hottest way possible, your pussy looked sloppy. debauched. filthy. and fuck did he love it. he wish he had a sliver of care to think of sweeter words for you.

he could see your hole flutter whenever his fingers pressed harder into your sides. he could see that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you… even though the two of you were trying to not look that desperate for one another.

however, you were not as delighted as he was. at his words explaining how he had easy access to almost anyone he wanted, you felt a tight feeling well up in your chest as you frowned and furrowed your brow.

envy was a bitch and she made her appearance.

at your unusual silence, his explorative hands paused and he averted his gaze away from your cunt and back at your visage.

before he could tease you about the irked expression and pout gracing your face, you grabbed the crown of hair roughly and shoved him back into your slick and he loudly groaned and eagerly began to work once again.

fuck, that was so hot.

his hands on your hips fumbled and darted to rest on your thighs as his neat, black nails found their home there as he dug into your skin. he realized he’d leave a bruise or two, or even cut into your skin at this rate, but he only tightened his grip at that thought. your subsequent whimper only morphed into a breathless groan as you strengthened your grip on his hair.

your nails dug into his scalp as you keened and squeezed his head between your legs, “k-kuni… you’re so…good—“

his violet eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sting before he squeezed his eyes shut, releasing his own desperate whimper against your core. you were so fucking unfair, he thought. it was unfair how divine you sounded, and his hearing was muffled by the meat of your thighs. you sounded this good by just playing with you with his tongue? fuck, he had to know how you’d sound mewling on his cock.

kunikuzushi could feel your grip around his head slacken as he flicked his tongue on your clit and he took advantage of the brief respite, “hah… needy, aren’t you?” he pants as his right-hand slipped down your leg till he released it entirely. his left hand caressed your hip and thigh, trailing his fingers up and down.

you bite out a laugh with a genuine grin on your face, reclamping your thighs and trapping his head between your legs. you could feel the metal of his earrings press deeper into your skin, but they were warmed up long ago. he hums before planting a kiss right on your pulsing clit.

“s-shut the fuck up,” you bite, “you’re one to talk—!” you gasp when you feel him softly nibble on your clit, challenging you to finish your quip as he stares at you. blearily, since pleasured tears started to blur your vision, you could see where his free hand had gone to. well, you couldn’t see it, but you were conscious enough to note the slight rhythmic bouncing of his bicep and the increasingly pleasured look on his face as his mouth releases his own quiet breaths.

you throw your head back, feeling like that tip of the iceberg starting to creep up on you as he hums against your core, “t-touching yourself… while…” you struggled to finish your sentence as your grip at the crown of his head migrates south to help keep his bangs away from his eyes. the sounds that have been flooding your room have got to be the lewdest things you’ve heard. the air was filled with your pleasured gasps, his groans of desire and heightening climax thanks to his busied hand, and the downright filthy sound of your sopping cunt as he worked his tongue.

in the far reaches of your brain, you dumbly wondered how it’d feel if he had a tongue piercing.

your gentle assistance roughens when you shove his bangs back and grip it tightly in your fist. he almost rolled his pretty eyes back again as he frantically flicked your clit with his tongue in response. his own hand speeds up and he whines into your cunt

up, down. up, down. nibble. lick. left, right. left, right. ciiiircle, kiss—

“if that’s a problem,” he pants, pulling away for a moment. he licks his lips, relishing in your taste and the sight of a glistening string of your essence snapping between his lips and your cunt. he idly and pleasantly notes the slick he couldn’t reach on his cheeks, “let me know. otherwise, i’m going to enjoy myself to the fullest.”

oh, and enjoy himself he did. throughout most of this, he had his eyes closed; logging the sounds, smells, taste, and feeling of finally getting to experience one of his fantasies. you were honestly even better than what his mind had concocted late at night when one hand was pressed against his shut eyes while the other frantically stroked his dribbling cock; to have you at his mercy, whimpering as he laps every drop of your slick…

fuck, he hoped you’d let him do this for the rest of his life. when you yanked his hair and roughly shoved his mouth back onto you? that had his cock twitching and weeping for relief.

the green-eyed monster that took over you for a brief moment? he didn’t think it was going to br as a big of turn on as it was. he couldn’t help but whine against your body.

every so often, his eyes would flutter open and he would stare up at you, noting the way you craned your neck and throw your head back when he would firmly flick his tongue up against your clit. his eyes would slam shut at the sight, only to flit open again when a spurt of your slick dribbled down his chin. sure, it was beyond hot that you were this desperate, this wet just for him as you whined for him to circle your clit faster; he had half the mind to tease you, but when he felt his own cock leak onto the sheets, he bit back his words and continued his service.

presently, he latches his lips back on your nub as you cry out, your back starting to arch off of the sheets. you could feel him prod your hole with his tongue, trying to taste all of you. the heavy breathing and groans escaping his mouth filled the air along with your moans were nearly pornographic at this point. kunikuzushi was very attentive; he noted he could make your back arch when he slowly yet firmly flicked his tongue up against your clit. you’d whimper and thrash when he traced circles. you’d white-knuckle grip the sheets when he wrote his name; you especially seemed to love it when he traced the ‘u’s and ‘z’ in ‘kunikuzushi’.

did you even notice what he was languidly and possessively writing?

when he wrote ‘i’, he dipped his tongue in to get a better taste of you.

while he loved your reactions to his tongue, he was still curious about what other reactions he could rip from you through other means.

oh, he could feel an addiction forming, but he’d argue it was the best one he could ever have in his lifetime.

you whined and thrashed in his hold, “‘m… close… getting close…”

“usin’ fingers,” he grits out a simple warning as he flicks off his rings onto your bed, his haggard breath tickling your sensitive core.

you could feel the soft bluntness of one of his fingers tracing your hole, but before you could complain about how you were just fine with his tongue, you felt him slide in a finger.

admittedly, this was not an easy position to hold, but when you keened and bit back a sob of pleasure when he brushed against that spot, he ignored the burn in his arms as he cooed at you desperately.

you were taking his finger “so, so well for me” and “you can take one more, darling, can’t you?”

he shuddered at the sudden fluttering tightness enveloping his digits, and his mind could not help but wander to how your warm, tight cunt would feel wrapped around his cock. his right hand tightened its grasp on his cock, trying to emulate exactly what his fingers were experiencing.

not the same. but it’ll do.

he bites back a pathetic whimper as he speeds up his hand and slips in another finger, his hips starting to buck into the bed.

if you continued being this addictive, he was not going to last much longer.

with wide eyes bordering crazed, he grinned up at you, relatched his kiss-bruised, slick-soaked lips back on your clit as he crooked his fingers up. frustrated edged tears slipped from your eyes as you glared down at him, but he only continued his ministrations. after a few more massages of the spongy spot deep inside you, he pulls his lips away and breathes heavily. kunikuzushi only sped up, as his thumb had taken over his tongue’s job.

oh, he reveled in the way your eyes just fluttered and rolled back and how your legs shook from being edged for too long. your kiss-bruised lips parted to make way for the soft begging of ‘l-let me cum, kuni-’

he slinks his way up before nibbling on your ear, his heavy cock leaking and pressing against your hip as he sighs huskily and happily against your ear.

“you and i clearly aren’t going to last much longer. i’ve been dying to fuck you for months,” he murmurs, kissing down your neck as you dumbly and frantically nod, feeling his thumb rub in circles as you were starting to hurdle off the edge. he was delighted by the garbled noises slipping from your lips.

close, close, kuni, i’msoclose-

kunikuzushi smiled against your neck before sucking a teensy little mark on the skin of your neck.

finally, finally, finally—

he laughs at the scrunched-up look on your face. his own eyes darkened as he notes how you pretty you looked when you were disheveled and so close to cumming on his hand. the lithe male shifts above you as he rips his fingers out of your cunt and you cry out, your orgasm being denied once again.

he ignored your loud cried and cursing as he examined how ruined his hand and the sheets below you look before gingerly grabbing your chin to part your lips. when you sigh, roll your eyes, and comply, he slides his slick-soaked fingers into your mouth and orders you to clean him up.

“good girl,” he coos, loving the half-hearted glare you gave him, “i’ve edged you, what, twice? three times? already losing track.”

kunikuzushi presses the blunt head of his cock against your core and you gasp, wiggling your hips. he leans down close to your debauched face, loving the flush and starry eyed glint you sported. he was sliding the tip against your core back and forth, letting it catch but not slide into where you needed him most. he leans back and grabs the backs of your knees, pulling your legs up, before pinning your legs down to your sides into a mating press. he leans forward to feverishly pant and almost drool against your squirming form, a teasing smirk plastered on his pretty face.

“let’s see how many times i can make you cum on my cock, hm?”

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