#coach core 18

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2018

30 OCTOBER 2018 || The Duchess of Cambridge along with Prince William visited Coach Core Essex.

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[peachesofteal]

Simple Math / Part Twelve

Simple Math masterlist

Ghost/Soap/female reader 4.4k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI, smut. Handjob, praise kink, Simon talks you through it. Feelings of fear and anxiety, self doubt, self consciousness. Small panic attack. Comfort. Domestic slice of life. Penny lore. POV switch. A glimmer of morally grey. One step forward, two steps back.

You almost forget where you are.

Almost.

The struggle is brief, trying to acclimatize to the changes, dark green sheets pooling around you, emerald tones rich and ambient, the sage green comforter pulled up over your shoulders.

You almost forget, but Simon’s bulk is nearly suffocating, and you’re pushed up against Johnny, crowded between two immovable objects, two sky high walls.

He’s got you tucked into his chest, hand pressed firm against your belly, leg thrown over yours. Your hand still rests on Johnny, covered by his own, and you blink blearily at the bolts of morning light streaming in through the windows.

“Go back to sleep.” Simon’s mumbling right over your ear, ghost of his breath sending goosebumps down your arms. “It’s early.” He snuggles closer, shoulders curled over yours like a blanket, blazing heat bleeding from him to you… everywhere. His cock throbs against your ass, folded up against his stomach, nestled against your skin. Your mouth goes dry when you allow yourself to focus, to look, to feel, thighs squeezing together, a lust filled whine building in the back of your throat.

This is new. 

You don’t do this… your mind, your body, has always been trapped in a fight or flight, survival mode taking over your core needs and instincts, leaving no room for desire, or affection.

But this... this is different. This is safe. 

Your hand drifts lower on Johnny’s stomach. He’s shirtless, satin skin soft under your touch, and it’s almost on instinct when you settle your palm under his navel, a safe distance away from his sutures and graft, hovering north of the elastic in his sweatpants. He’s hard beneath them, outline mouthwatering in the quiet morning, and you lick your lips.

What are you doing? 

Simon’s fingers idly stroke that spot on your waist, where your hips fold into the space beneath your ribcage, swirling his touch down your belly and around, steady and safe, an anchor in turbulent seas. Your fingers dip beneath the band, mindful of his hip, sliding through curls, just barely grazing the root of Johnny’s cock.

What’re you doing? 

Are you really doing this?

You haven’t touched, or been touched, in ages. It’s foreign, and terrifying, and doubt clouds your head, anxiety rocketing through your veins to your heart, where it triple beats.

“It’s okay.” Simon soothes, sliding a hand over yours, guiding you to where he curls his fingers and yours around the base, tightening his grip into a squeeze.

“I-“

“Want to touch him? Like this?” He murmurs, keeping his voice low, scratchy and gritted against your ear. You’re breathing in time, chests rising and falling together, and you nod hastily, too afraid to lose the scrap of courage that keeps trying to flicker out.

“Y-yeah.” You whisper. You do want to, you want to so badly.

Johnny stirs. He tugs at his pants, not quite awake, trying to pull them down, and Simon helps silently, carefully tucking the elastic lower as to not put pressure on his injuries. He blinks sleepily, confused, before finding your face, impish smile spreading across his cheeks, eyes drifting shut again. He’s not wearing anything beneath them, his thick, uncut cock bobbing free at his partner’s urging, and you gasp at the sight. He’s already flushed, bead of pre-come glistening from the tip, and you hesitantly reach for it, Simon’s hand still covering yours.

“Need to start slow.” Simon coaches, both of your hands moving from root to tip together, squeezing at the base when he encourages you to do so. “Don’t want him tensing up, straining his injuries. Nice and- good bunny, just like that.” His cock is blaring hot in your palm, and you work him gently at Simon’s urging, watching his face twitch and eyebrows creasing, bottom lip tugged underneath his top teeth.

“Fuckin- hell-“ He hisses, hips trying to jerk upward.

“Relax.” Simon instructs, stilling him. You keep up the movement, iridescent spend slicking your strokes, slippery sounds filling the room.

“Ach.” Johnny moans, and you throb, nerves buzzing beneath your skin. Simon coos at him.

“Lucky boy, havin’ our bunny take care of you.”

“A-aye.” His fingers tighten in the sheets, eyes still slammed shut, and Simon squeezes your hip.

“You can go a little harder, like this.” He increases the rhythm, tightening his grip over yours, and your hips tilt back, pressing into the hardness settled against your cheeks, pressure returned with a flex of his own. “That’s it, that’s what he likes. Good girl.”

“Si.” His voice breaks. “P-please… d-d-“ He’s unable to get his words free, gasping for air like he’s just gone out for a run, haggard draw of his lungs stretched to the limit as you hold your own.

“I know sweet boy, you’re so backed up, I know. We’ll fix it.” You think you’re going to explode between them, heat and pressure and atmosphere all bearing down on your bones, grinding them to dust inside your skin. You’re not even sure you’re in your own body in this moment, watching from afar, mystified and impressed at your boldness, your courage, your abandonment of the wall you've so steadily remained perched on. “Breathe, Johnny.” Simon reminds him steadily.

The girl in the mirror is nowhere to be found. It’s just you, and Johnny, and Simon, together.

“You’re doing so well.” Simon hums. “Makin’ our boy feel good, what a good little bunny.” Jesus christ. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head, thighs like a vice, squeezing together so tight, desperate for friction against your clit. Your hips are rocking on their own now, small, micromovements pushing you into Simon again and again, Johnny whimpering and crying as the two of you stroke him harder and faster.

“Will you show our bunny how much of a mess you make, Johnny? Gonna come all over our fingers?” Simon pushes him harder, his legs twitching against yours, and Johnny gasps like he’s in pain, nearly crying, on the edge of a precipice.

“Ah, ah- ‘m gonna-“ He explodes in your hands, coating your fingers with creamy spend, rivers of it running down your fist, strokes slowing to a stop as he pants and shudders.

“Oh there it is- good boy, so good.” He tugs until Johnny is empty, and then raises your hand to his mouth, lips closing around your fingers to lick them clean.

You feel faint. Johnny smiles lazily. “Well, good mornin’ to ye too, bun.”

“I-“ What are you going to say? You don’t know what came over you? Sorry? Good morning? Everything evaporates on your tongue, happiness burning to ash.

“You alright?” Simon asks, rubbing your hip. Still, no words come. All you can do is stare at him. “Bunny? Hey.” He shifts, and Johnny tries to sit up, bliss morphing into concern.

“Pretty girl.” He holds your hand, thumb rubbing against your knuckles, and you try to remind yourself to breathe.

What are you doing? 

“Everything’s okay.” Simon is on his knees now, dipped down in front of you, cradling your jaw. “You’re okay, bun. Just breathe for us.” He rubs your back, and Johnny keeps his fingers curled against your pulse point. They steady you, anchor you, and you surface again, free from the wave of black water trying to drag you down.

“S-sorry.” You hiss, chest less tight. “I’m fine, sorry.”

“Lay back.” Simon urges. “I’m going to go get a towel to clean up, stay here.” You nod, cuddling close, your head resting on Johnny’s chest, his touch slow on the back of your neck.

“Ye’re with us, bunny. Ye’re safe.” You close your eyes with a whisper.

“I know.” 

The unsteady peace of the morning doesn't last very long. It’s not too soon after Simon gets Johnny cleaned up that Penny is awake, baby monitor sparking to life, dragging him from the other side of the bed and down the hall.

“How did ye sleep?” Johnny murmurs, still holding you close.

“Good. Great, actually. How are you uh, feeling?”

“Okay. Hip is throbbin’ but I imagine it’ll always be like that from now on.”

“It will get better. You’ll be right as rain in no time.” His thumb brushes your cheek.

“Come here.” You inch closer, bringing your faces together and he kisses you, soft and delicate in the early glow of the day. “Dinnae like ye being so far away. Need ye close. Helps me feel better.”

“You’re such a brat.” You tease, but can’t help giving him another kiss, basking in his warmth. He pushes back against you, flushed. Tan skin warmed bronze and rubicund on his cheeks, almost pink. His eyes are a brighter shade of blue, clear like Caribbean waters, lips swollen, and bee stung. He looks… so fucking hot. Like Hercules, a hero, tired after battle.

 “You sound like Si.” His hand lingers along the curve of your hip, inciting the riotous butterflies into a flurry, heat simmering in your belly. “I like these.”

“My sweatpants?”

“Aye. They fit ye well.” He peeks over, and you giggle despite yourself. He makes it so easy, to feel weightless, free, smiling as handsome as ever, long strands of mohawk falling into his eyes.

“Think you need a haircut.”

“I do. Si usually does it, but I think he’ll be nominatin’ ye this time around.”

“I can’t cut hair!”

“Ach, ‘ts not that hard. Ye just trim a little off the ends and be done wit’ it.” You roll your eyes, and the door cracks open, revealing Simon and Penny, sippy cup in hand.

“See? He’s right there.” He hums, holding her steady, her arms already reaching for where Johnny waits. “Da’s right here.”

“My wee lamb.” He cuddles her into his good side, kissing and cooing, letting her bounce on the bed. “Hey princess. Ye have a good breakfast?”

“She’s on another banana kick.” Simon sighs, kissing his forehead, and then turning to you. “Okay?” He checks in, focused and concerned, and you nod.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Forgot to ask how you slept…” He eyes the bed.

“Good, yeah. I… slept really well.”

“Guess ye’ll just have to sleep in here for now on.” Johnny quips, fingers preoccupied by being dragged towards Penny’s mouth. Sleep in here for now on? Like, with them?

Pen coos, tipping towards you with a chubby little smile. “Bunny.” She babbles, fingers straining.

Your hand finds hers, holding on to keep her upright. “Good morning to you too, little miss. Sorry I neglected you.” You sign ‘good morning’, one of the few you know from work, and she claps, thrilled. Simon beams.

“Yes, she’s terribly neglected.” He sits at Johnny’s side, mindlessly stroking his leg, massaging and working the muscle in his calf. “How do we feel about getting you downstairs?” He nods, and you roll over, sliding off the bed to lumber towards his crutches.

“Nice and slow.” His fingers brush yours as he takes them, and a shy smile works across his face.

“Ye’ll help me?” Simon tsks, but you sigh playfully.

“Of course.”

Getting Johnny settled is easy. You build him a nice little nest with the pillows from the couch, fluffing them for support, making sure he’s comfortable, until Simon reminds you to take it easy.

“You’re not at work, let me do this.”

“I don’t mind…”

“I do. Sit.” He leans you back into the cushions, settling you both, plopping Penny down between you. “If you keep an eye on her, I’ll get breakfast.” She crawls into your side with her sip cup, and you try not to tense when she curls up against your ribs. Her feet press against Johnny’s thigh, and he cups them both in one hand, staring at her like he’s trying to memorize every little piece. Deep breath. You can do this. 

“Isnae she the bonniest thing ye’ve ever seen?” He breathes, and you nod.

“She really is. The cutest.”

“She looks like ‘im.” He murmurs, and you blink, glancing down at the baby. Like who?

“Like…” the curiosity falls out of your mouth in a hurry, and you grimace. He gives you a weird look.

“He didnae tell ye?”

“Tell me what?”

“She’s his. Simon’s.”

“Wait, I thought…” You don’t what you thought. You assumed she was adopted, or something else. “She’s…”

“We got turned down by every agency, ye know. Two dads, active combat roles.” He leans forward, tickling her arm, and her eyes light up, like she’d forgotten he was there. You help her straighten, and she scoots over closer to him, trying climb him like a jungle gym. “Ah, Penny. No. Da’s hurt.” He makes the sign for what you assume is hurt, his pointer fingers motioning towards one another. “Hurt, Penny. Da is hurt.” He does it again, and she cocks her head. “Here, sit here, there’s a girl.” She settles easily after that, completely captivated by the old Disney movie Johnny flicked on. “Anyway, no one would let us adopt a baby. Felt like it was goin’ be impossible, and we almost gave up. Then we met Pen’s mum.”

“You knew her?”

“Aye. She’s special. Gave us a chance.” Something green and snappish curdles in your stomach. It’s illogical, insane, and you try to beat it back. “We didnae know, obviously, who the dad was goin’ be but, I’m so glad it was him.”

“Did you…”

“Do it naturally?” He wiggles an eyebrow. “Nay. We both donated and she did it at home.”

“And... Simon said she's not in Penny’s life?”

“Not right now. She will be again, one day. She jus’ travels a lot and is really committed to her job. Has no parental rights, nothin’ like that. But she’s not against seeing Penny, the adoption is open.”

“That’s great.” Adoption is delicate, you know. There’s no one size fits all when it comes to nature of it, and you’re relieved to hear it sounds like they have something that’s healthy for Penny, and everyone involved.

“Sorry, thought he would’ve told ye.”

“It didn’t come up, and I didn’t want to… pry. He mentioned she was deaf when I asked about the sign language.”

“Eh, pry all ye want. Ye’re in our life, ye should know these things. And aye, she’s fully deaf. Travels as an interpreter for the U.S. military. Works with some important guy at the top. Dinnae know much about it.”

“That’s really cool.”

“We’re very grateful to her.” He strokes some of Penny’s curls from her forehead, and you look closer, watching for similarities, her chubby cheeks and chestnut dusted dark blonde hair now starting to look reminiscent of Simon, the longer you study her.

“I’m happy for you guys.” He glances from her to you with a beautiful smile, so handsome it makes your chest hurt.

“Me too.”

“I think,” Simon brings two plates with eggs and toast, handing one to Johnny before placing the other on the table by your knee. “We should have a bit of a lie in on the couch, easy day. Bun’s still on leave of absence, and you’re not going anywhere.” He shoots Johnny a pointed look, who holds his hand up as if to say, who me?

“A lie in sounds grand.” He postures, grimacing with a shift. You instinctively try to move towards him, a hand on Pen to keep her in place, but Simon beats you to it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’ jus’ my hip.”

“Let’s eat something and I’ll get your pain meds.” You nod encouragingly.

“Better to take them with something in your stomach.”

“Is it goin’ be like this all the time? Two nursemaids cluckin’ at me?”

“Probably.” You laugh, and Simon shakes his head.

“See, this isn’t so bad, is it?” Johnny murmurs, voice low. Penny is upstairs, asleep for her morning nap already, both guys settled back on the couch, a tangle of limbs. 

“No.” you whisper. Simon’s head turns, drawing his eye, but the exchange is fleeting.

“How’s your shoulder, bun?” Johnny murmurs, and you half shrug.

“Better. The steroid helped a lot.” The room is heady, and you’re cocooned in its warmth, blazing heat radiating from Simon trying to lull you into a nap like Pen’s.

“Ye can sleep, pretty girl.” Johnny smirks. His legs are thrown over the larger man’s thighs, one gingerly cushioned, the other, lackadaisical and bent.

“It’s so warm in here.” You offer as an explanation, and he agrees.

“Aye. Si’s a furnace.”

“You run pretty warm yourself.” Simon chides, but nods encouragingly at you.

“I need a shower.” It is tempting, to curl up on the couch between them, slip away into safe and comfortable dreamland but… not without a shower. You’re overdue.

“Okay. We’ll be here.”

There isn’t much in this world a shower can’t fix.

Or at least, that’s how this one feels. It’s scalding, so hot the room steams up within a minute, and you relax under the spray, letting it wash over the soreness in your shoulder, cascade down your back.

You linger in it, soaking up the quiet moment, raising your face to the water over and over, letting it rinse you clean.

By the time you get out, you almost feel like a brand-new person.

If only… 

“How was yer shower?”

“Good.” He tries to fidget on the couch, rocking back and forth to make room for you. “Don’t Johnny, you’ll hurt-“

“I’m fine.” He grunts. “I’m still me, ye know. I know ye didnae know me, before, but I dinnae need help wit’ everything.” Your heart cracks.

“I know you don’t.” You think back to your vulnerable patient, the one who cried about being separated from his family, and how far he’s come. It fills you with pride, and something so foreign, so strange, you don’t even recognize. A massive swell of affection, of care. “I’m just… programmed, you know?” You try to soothe him, and he grumbles until you’re slipping into his side, turning to press your face in his chest.

“Sorry, bun. Didnae mean to get frustrated.”

“I know, Johnny.”

The baby monitor crackles.

Johnny shifts restlessly.

“What is it?” you murmur, and he huffs.

“I want to get her. Hate feelin’ useless to my own daughter.” You could…

“Do you… do you want me to grab her? Bring her down here for you?” His eyes light up.

“Would ye? Si’s just in the kitchen, dealing with some laundry. If ye could-“

“Yeah, I got her.”

“Ye’re sure? Yer shoulder…”

“It’s fine, promise.” He holds your jaw briefly, tongue dashing out to lick his lips, and then he kisses you, wet and messy, breathlessly.

“Thanks, bun.”

Penny’s room is dark. You’ve seen it in passing, but never really been inside, and when you flick on the light, she’s already standing in her crib, little face wet with tears.

‘Shhh, it’s alright!” You’re not sure she will calm for you since you’re not one of her dads. You’re practically a stranger in her life, but she reaches for you anyway, arms stretched out, hands grabbing in mid air. “Okay, okay, here we go.” You support her weight with your good arm, tucking her up on your waist, setting her easily on your hip.

At least they’re good for something. 

“There we go. Ready to go downstairs, see Da? Yeah?” You babble, surprised to feel her nappy still dry, and she tilts her head back, pretty eyes and gob smacked expression locked onto you.

Fuck. 

“Hi, baby girl.” You whisper, backs of two fingers gentle on her cheek. “You really do look like your dad, don’t you?” Something springs a leak, cracks slivering wide, a failsafe crumbling in your chest. It stops working, stops processing, because tears are suddenly flooding your eyes, making it hard to see.

Penny coos. You try to take a deep breath.

Get it together. You’re holding their baby. 

Deep breath. 

Pain long buried and forgotten clangs on the rusty iron encasing your heart. It bangs against it, pleads to get out.

For a second, it steals your breath. Almost forces a sob from your throat. Raw edged agony beats wildly through your veins, sharp and acidic, poisoning you from the inside out.

You shove it back where it came from.

You need some air. You need some space, some distance... something that will lessen this feeling, this despair. 

“Alright,” you croak. “Let’s get you downstairs.”

“Where’s…”

“She went up to get Penny.” Simon nods, thumb slipping the monitor’s volume crank higher, head cocked.

“Hi baby girl… you really do look like your dad, don’t you?” He glances at Johnny, who shrugs sheepishly.

“I let it slip.”

“Did you explain everything?”

“Mostly. Didnae want her to think we were together or anything like that.” Simon nods, satisfied, and Johnny’s toes curl a little. He loves seeing that expression on his face, the proud one, the nearly smug one, and he’d do anything for it, again and again. Johnny tilts his chin for a kiss and he obliges, deep and slow, gentle hand on his chest. “You were so good for us earlier. How’re you feeling? Anything sore?” The blood rushes back to Johnny’s cock from the praise alone, and he blushes.

“I feel good.”

“Do ya?”

“Aye. Wanna play with our bunny s’more.” He grows hotter under his clothes, but Simon shakes his head.

“Don’t push it. We’ve talked about this. You have to let her set the pace.” He knows, and he tries, but after this morning, all he can think about is your hand on his cock, your mouth on his, the dazed, lust filled expression on your face as your hips rocked in time with your strokes.

He wants to show you everything they can give you; the way real love is supposed to feel. Not painful and terrifying. But beautiful, and limitless.

“She’s ready for more.” He protests.

“She’s not, Johnny.” He’s using that tone, the one Johnny knows not to argue with, so he concedes.

After all, he doesn’t really want to push you. He wants you to trust them. Love them.

He wants you to feel safe and comfortable. He’ll wait as long as it takes.

“Alright,” your voice sounds heavy, broken. Simon’s head snaps up. “Let’s get you downstairs.”

Penny is dancing in your arms, clapping her hands together with some sort of sign you don’t seem to understand, babbling nonstop.

“Someone’s awake!” you declare, and Johnny holds his arm out, beckoning.

“There they are.” Simon ruffles his mohawk. You almost falter, stuttering in your stance, but your lips quirk into a tiny smile.

“She’s still dry.” You explain, placing her in his side. He wants to pull you down for another kiss, but Penny insists on one instead, open mouth seeking his nose like a bird.

“Ach, alright wee lamb, alright.”

“You okay?” Simon is cautious, trying not to encroach too much when you’re having a hard time, something he’s been instilling in Johnny too. Giving you space, giving you time.

“Bunny? Ye wit' us?” You’re in your head again, drifting. Here, but not really, and he tries to pull back towards them, to safety. To love.

“Yeah, I… uh. I have to run some errands.”

“Where?” Simon asks sharply, and Johnny tries to sit up.

“I have to go to the hospital, fill out some paperwork for leave, and I need to swing by apartment… get some clothes and stuff.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“No, no that’s alright. You guys hang out. I won’t be too long.” You look uncomfortable, twisting and turning, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Let me drive you, at least. I can’t stand you taking the train all over the city.” You laugh.

“I’ve grown up on trains and been fine, besides...” You motion to Johnny and Penny on the couch before your arms cross, sprinkle of defiance that has him casting a quick glance to see Simon’s jaw flexing. What choice do they have? 

“Alright. Well, text us to check in yeah?”

You’re gone for hours. Simon takes to pacing, and Johnny can’t soothe him, can’t hold him in the way he wants, can’t walk over and throw his arms around him the way he should be.

It hurts.

“What’s dad doing, hmm Penny? What’s he doing?” He coos, pointing to where his partner is checking his cellphone for the tenth time. She babbles something unintelligible back to him, chin tipped back, gazing in wonder.

Simon’s stress softens, hardness still lingering in worry lines, mouth taut. “‘M sorry.” He murmurs, settling on the couch opposite where Penny is sitting up against Johnny.

“It’s okay. I’m worried too.” He commiserates. It’s the same kind of agony in his heart, the same taste is his mouth, from when he was in hospital. Helplessly laid up and watching you work your way through whatever is chasing you. He clears the lump in his throat. “She’ll be back soon. Right? She wouldnae…” panic erupts in the bottom of his stomach. “She wouldnae just, leave.”

“We don’t know what she would do, love. She’s scared, and she’s smart, and we don’t know who she’s running from.”

“Maybe ye should’ve followed her.” He groans, and Simon gives him a look.

“Thought you didn’t want me doing that now?”

“I dinnae.” He chews on his lip. His abdomen is throbbing, and he reaches for Simon’s hand.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Simon soothes, rubbing a thumb over the back of his knuckles.

“Everythin’ would be easier if I wasnae like… like this.” He grits, frustration laden voice cracking. He’s a mess. A burden, can’t take care of his own family, help Si with Pen, or you. All he can do is lay here, and- 

“Shhh. Don’t say that.” Simon cradles the back of his head, mouth pressed against his forehead. “You’re alive, that’s all I care about. You came home.”

“Feel like I should be doin’ more.”

“The only thing-“ Penny grunts, and Simon plops a finger in her fist, letting her yank and tug on it. “The only thing you need to do is get better, focus on healing. I’m here for the rest, okay?”

“Okay.” He whispers, eyes heavy. The medications knock him out, but it’s better than before, when he was stuck inside dreams, bound to a bed.

“Get some rest, sweet boy. I’ll wake you when she’s back.” He’s already losing the battle, stupor dragging him back under, and bliss clouds his head as he begins to drift.

“‘Kay.”

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[hyomaslut]

──★ ˙🌟 ̟ !! gold star redemption program. 18+!

☆⌒(ゝ。∂).ᐟ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ's ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ

✿ ─ synopsis: you are the new manager for team blue lock and you have a great idea to make the players get along better. after all, positive reinforcement worked really well on dogs, why not men? ✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma + kunigami rensuke referenced ✿ ─ cw: smut, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, aged-up!characters(18+), pet names, kissing, penetrative sex, oral receiving/giving, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, rough sex, deepthroating/face-fucking, non-exclusive relationships, lots of jealousy, pda, use of foul language, suggestive themes, shidou is an asshole, rin threatens murder, somewhat proofread ✿ ─ notes: okay so every is going to ignore the logistics and mental gymnastics done to put all these guys on the same team and have any of this go on, right? cool. this work was requested by @anastasiablossomlove pls enjoy!

managing team blue lock was no task for a person of average conviction. anyone with less of a spine would be easily trampled and consumed by the members, all with big personalities and even bigger egos. you took to the role with exceptional organizational skills and a positive attitude that didn’t falter, even under the cold glares of the less compliant men of the team (cough cough itoshi rin cough cough barou shouei). before the end of your first week you had drafted up detailed and individualized meal plans, unique to each of them. by the second you had worked with the coach to create special training regimes that works towards their fitness goals while providing challenge and variety. right under their noses you dug your pretty fingers into every part of team blue lock, finding every issue and soothing every conflict, turning a group of somewhat wild animals into a well functioning machine with you at its core.

and not a detail slipped your eye. you could always tell when kunigami had pushed himself too hard in the gym by the stiffness in his shoulders. honestly you doubt you would’ve been able to convince him to let you help him if he wasn’t just as sore as you predicted. but the minute your palms were pressing into his back he was groaning in relief, “you’re an angel” grumbled under his breath. he’s a bit less embarrassed the next time around, blushing while asking you to fix him like you did last time.

you quickly took responsibility for doing chigiri’s hair before every practice and game. after seeing it fall out of its style and flap wildly in his face whenever he reached top speed on the field, you decided he needed something a little more reliable to keep it out the way so his eyes could stay on the ball. though when his hair was this soft, who could blame you for taking a bit longer than necessary, brushing through the knots and gently scratching at his scalp. plus, he didn’t seem to mind all that much, always red faced and all smiles, leaning into your touch. the thank you kiss he plants on your cheek lingers long enough to leave a matching blush on your face as a token of his appreciation.

being the backbone of their system earned you respect, acknowledgement, even affection from the overly friendly members of the team (cough cough bachira meguru cough cough shidou ryusei). no one could deny the benefits of having you around, always offering all kinds of helpful advice and showed not a shred of judgment when listening to their problems. and you weren’t exactly ignorant to the fact that your constant support was causing some of your new friends to become especially attached to you. maybe to someone else it would be a bigger concern, but in your eyes, this was only another opportunity to do more for your team.

that’s why you implemented the gold star redemption program to help motivate them. it was quite simple to follow, you had a chart with all of their names along with cute, slightly wonky doodles of them, and a list of ways to earn gold stars. from goals and assists to being on good behavior, whatever way they earn their stars, team members can then cash them in for certain prizes from you. the list had looked something like this…

2 ☆ = snack or drink of your choice 4 ☆ = a home cooked meal 5 ☆ = a kiss <3 7 ☆ = a massage <33 10 ☆ = private training session <333

the objective was to give incentives towards cooperation. not to mention, it’s always good to strengthen bonds with your team members. it seems, however, that you underestimated how much of your time this new system would take up. or maybe you just overestimated how easy it would be to keep up with the greedy desires of so many egoists at once.

ever since your arrival, anyone with eyes could see that isagi yoichi carried a torch for you. you let him talk your ear off for hours about tactics and players, never tired of his company or too busy for his rambles. it gets his heart thumping obnoxiously loud in his chest. so yoichi makes it his objective to dote on you as much as possible to try to make up for all the time you spend fussing over everybody else. always staying after practice to help you or walking you home. so when you start handing out stars for that kind of stuff, isagi is already making a steady income. he considers himself a gentleman, so at first he spends his stars on meals. and he’s more than happy to eat your cooking, stirring up all kinds of wifey fantasies in his head and enjoying his lunches with you. but at night, when he’s lying in bed, the big ticket item at the bottom of the prize board haunts him. and when he can’t take it anymore, he slips into your tiny little office that you share with the coach, a self-satisfied smile on his face when he lets you know that he just finished the stat sheets you asked him to fill out, earning him his tenth gold star. enough for one private training session.

in all the times you thought about sex with isagi, you’re not sure you ever pictured it to be like this. bent over your own desk, tennis skirt bunched up around your waist, your star player too eager to sink into your pussy to even push down your underwear. they stayed tugged to the side, thoroughly soaked from the way his hips meet yours in sloppy desperate thrusts. “i knew i needed to fuck you when i saw this skirt,” he confesses, eyes fixed to the point where you connect, mesmerized by the way his cock disappears inside you, “you’ve been tempting me all day, so be a good girl and take my cock, okay?” before you can respond he hooks a finger into the elastic of your panties to let it snap back against your skin, drawing a small yelp from you. he changs the angle to fuck you harder, deeper. you wonder if this could be the same sweet yoichi that carries your things and bashfully tells you your outfit looks good.

apparently that yoichi doesn’t exist once he’s balls deep inside you, all that’s left is the side of him you’ve only caught glimpses of when he’s dominating his opponents on the field. and if you thought that it was a chance encounter, you’re sorely mistaken as week after week isagi makes sure he earns his ten stars and you get to know just how mean he can be. his grip is always tight around your hair, whether it’s pulling and steering you into the position he wants or guiding your head down to take more of his dick. god forbid he asks you nicely for something like he always does when you’re not ‘training’. one time you even had the gall to suggest the idea to him and lived to regret it as now if you want anything from him, isagi is only accepting the most convincing of your begs. “c'mon princess, mind your manners, if you wanna cum then you’re gonna have to ask really nicely.” and no teary eyed puppy dog look will get you what you want, even when he makes getting your words out so difficult. truthfully, he never intends to be so hard on you, but having you crying and begging for his cock is the only way to soothe the devil on his shoulder that tries to tell him to take you for himself. in the aftermath, you start to recognize your yoichi again, sheepish in his apologies for how rough he was with you, kissing away the tears that run down your face. he’s lucky you’re too fucked out to charge him for them.

there’s not a world where you offer bachira meguru sexual favors in exchange for playing soccer and he says no. he was already gonna do that anyway, and now not only does he get to make even more of a game out of it, but his reward for winning is the cute little manager he’s had his eyes on for far too long? consider him sold. bachira knows it would be most fun for him to save up and have sex with you as soon as possible, but all of a sudden he has five and he’s itching for a kiss. one he decides to give you right before practice starts… in front of the whole team. but can you blame him? he’s already been waiting forever to feel those pretty glossed lips on his, you couldn’t really expect him to make it through the next few hours when he’s so close to getting what he wants. and you could maybe understand that, but was it really necessary to go for a full open-mouthed wet almost make out that left you panting when everyone’s eyes were already on you? you suspect not, but bachira doubles down, telling you it was of upmost importance that he got it in, else he wouldn’t be able to focus. he neglects to tell you that he overheard reo in the locker room talking about what he was gonna do now that he had five stars. shidou already made it very clear that he would be first to ten, so bachira had to be crafty in order to secure at least one first from you.

meguru was certainly one of the more needy players, right under nagi that required some form of encouragement every step of the way to get anything done. bachira usually does what you tell him to, but not without whining about deserving a prize for being good. quite frankly, you dread having to ask anything of him, because he is determined to be fully compensated for even the smallest of requests. even a task as easy as grabbing something on a high shelf was met with a cheeky smirk and a request for a kiss. and don’t think he’ll budge either, holding the item hostage if he thinks he can squeeze two out of you. it didn’t make it any easier that bachira didn’t possess a shy bone in his whole body, openly showering you in affection when the others were around, holding your hand and nuzzling his face into your collar. it was enough to make even a professional like you blush. he acted as if he was oblivious to the jealous stares of his friends, but the smug cat-like smirk he sends them and the way he only holds you tighter when you try to shyly brush him off gives him away. it may come as a surprise considering his reputation for being a bit delusional, but bachira tries to root himself in reality for once. he frequently reminds himself of the nature of your relationship and tries his best not let his imagination run wild with anything that would be beyond the boundaries you’ve clearly set. things like picturing himself taking you on dates, coming home to you at night, introducing you to his mom. they were all too dangerous to let his mind settle on them for too long.

and what better distraction than burying his face between your thighs. it’s hard to think of much when he hasn’t bothered to stop lapping at your cunt long enough to take a breath in a couple minutes. suffocating was the least of his concerns when the clench around his fingers lets him know your orgasm is just around the corner. meguru swears that your pathetic little whimpers and the slick dripping down his chin are like a straight hit of dopamine to his brain and he’s at real risk of addiction at this point. lidded amber eyes travel up to watch your expression twist into one of pleasure as you gasp out his name. now that catches his interest. when your vision clears and your brain is functioning again after that intense high, you search for his comfort as if you had done any of the hard work. but all you’re met with is that signature wild look that he gets when he brushing past the enemy team’s defense straight towards his goal. it’s your only warning that he’s far from tired and even farther from sated. “if i can keep going, so can you baby. i know you have more for me. jus’ need t’see you make that face one more time.” you have no room to protest, his tongue already finding your clit and working towards bringing you to the edge once again. by your fourth time cumming, you’re sobbing for a break and debating whether you should charge him four times over or give him a star for each one.

someone who was on board with your system from the second that you explained how it worked, was shidou ryusei. what better way to celebrate another one of his blood pumping, heart stopping performances than racing to the locker room to blow a load in his favorite girl while his teammates debrief with the coach? to him it was simple, you fuck him, you feed him, you take care of him, you spend time with him. shidou is, by all of his definitions, dating you. while some might be turned off by the idea of dating someone who isn’t offering exclusivity, he didn’t see it as much of an obstacle. not when he spent star stickers like a gambler on a slot machine, having you multiple times a week if the economy allowed it. and if he’s short a few, no worries, ryusei is quite the negotiator. it starts one week when he’s only missing a star or two, promising he’ll pay back the difference, you know he’s a good customer. it’s probably not a good idea to give in to him though, as the next time he wants a private training session, he’ll insist they’re only nine stars for him. he has made all kinds of fake coupons from 50% Off! to Buy One Get One Free! to even a homemade punch card in his own terrible handwriting. shidou was the first one to ever get a star taken away when he tried to give you an arby’s gift card in exchange for a blowjob. he didn’t try that tactic again.

the worst is when he tries to haggle in the middle of sex. your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his tip is kissing your cervix when he chooses to whine about not being able to kiss you because he has no stars left. he worked too hard to get good star credit, he can’t go into star debt!! “ and with his lips just hovering over yours, his hot breath fanning across your face, how could you say no? in a moment of weakness, you have unfortunately given an inch to shidou, infamous mile taker, and now it’s hard to get him to pay for any of his kisses, especially while he’s fucking you. you thank god that at the very least no one knows he’s been getting them for free… if only shidou would allow your life to be that easy. even worse than giving him an inch, you expected shidou to keep a secret. and you thought his big mouth was something you liked about him. until he’s using it to brag to everyone that he’s your favorite, practically your boyfriend, all because you let him get away with a smooch here and there. let’s just say you had to give out a lot of free kisses to smooth over the problem his bragging habits created.

honestly ryusei was starting to cause a lot of confusion outside of the team with his antics. what with his always hanging off your arm, giving you as much affection as you’d tolerate, calling you sweet nicknames. the people in your life were actually starting to believe you two were dating. not that shidou does anything to discourage such rumors, only grinning and agreeing every time someone mistakes you as a couple. hell, he was starting to get you confused, saying things during your training sessions that certainly didn’t fit the transactional nature of the act. “holy shit you’re so tight- love this pussy, l-love you so much. say my name. c’mon baby, say you love me and i’ll make you feel so fucking good.” and only because ryusei always makes good on his promises do you allow yourself another moment of weakness.

itoshi rin didn’t have much interest or faith in you upon first introduction. he sized you up as some nobody doing this whole manager thing as a fun extracurricular, so as long as you stayed out of his way he didn’t care what you did. with his luck, he shouldn’t be surprised that you were immediately in his way, extremely often, rambling to him about ideas and strategies that he had no intention on listening to. although even he could admit, he understood why the others were so easily charmed by you. he was wrong about how seriously you took your job. not that it changed anything. at least that’s what rin tells himself, but in reality your relentless efforts and endless dedication to supporting all of them was something that spoke to him, made him a bit soft for you. it didn’t help that you were his type in every sense of the word, your attractiveness doing nothing but make feigning indifference a lot harder for rin. your seemingly endless patience didn’t help either. you always responded in kind to all of rin’s harsh words and cold stares, never let his sour attitude deter your subtle acts of service like getting grass stains out of his uniform and making sure he stays unbothered during his yoga. against his will, he was slowly warming up to you, but you were still caught off guard when rin started cashing in his stars, even if it was just a meal. he had lots of them sitting idle on the chart waiting to be used, so you supposed it was only natural for him to get some free food out of it. but you were even more taken aback when a couple days later he requested a massage from you with insistence that he only asks because he’s been extremely tense as of late. which wasn’t entirely untrue. rin had been very tense. just not from anything soccer related like he’d like you to believe. he was tense from the stress of his budding feelings for you combined with the dread of knowing he probably will never have you all to himself. at least not with this stupid reward system in place.

he despises it. he absolutely hates going about his day knowing there are other guys, his shithead teammates, that are getting your time, attention, and affection for the price of a couple of stupid fucking stickers. he misses the days when shidou’s incessant bragging about how many times he was able to make you cum or bachira’s unnecessary details of what your pussy tastes like didn’t bother him. now his blood boils to hear them talk about you like that. that kind of anger makes it clear to him that being your friend was simply not an option anymore. which is how he settled on getting a massage from you. he would satisfy this overwhelming craving he has for you and go back to normal and be able to focus solely on becoming best in the world again without thoughts of you plaguing his mind. that was his hope going into it, but feeling your warm touch on his bare back, melting away years of untreated knots and neglected aches in his body, he could almost blush at the intimacy he feels. especially when that foreign kindness he loves so much is on display as you reassure him that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about and that you’re proud he finally put his pride aside long enough to let you help him. you’ve got him, hook, line, and sinker now. no use in struggling so hard, he supposes, as some part of him knows he’s doomed to fall sooner or later. perhaps it’s time to surrender. he fought a good fight, but his greed for you was candidly too tough of an opponent.

and to rin, surrender looked like asking you when’s the soonest he could book a private training session. you don’t think you could look any more shocked. rin had a quick turn around from someone you doubted even liked you, to someone reserving as much of your time as his stars could buy. the more often he was with you, the less time you spent giving those lukewarm brats the treatment he wants reserved for him. and he wishes he gave in a lot sooner when he feels the wet heat of your mouth around his cock for the first time. how fast he would’ve folded if he knew how pretty you would look on your knees for him. rin tried to be gentle and let you set the pace, but between hissing out curses and barely biting back moans, that same greed to get more from you has his hand twisting itself in your hair and pushing down on the back of your head. he couldn’t help it. and it was so worth it to watch you choke and sputter around his length but never pull away. he knew you weren’t a quitter. “shit, feels good… don’t stop,” he all but gasps, hips instinctively jumping to reach further down your throat, grip tightening when you try to come up for air. after a long moment of breathing through your nose you relax enough to let him ease himself the rest of the way in. rin sighs in relief when your nose finally presses against his pelvis. the way you look up at him starry-eyed and full of adoration made his chest feel heavy with desire to be the only one you ever look at. it drives him crazy that any guy on the team can see you like this, and that heartache has rin fucking your face to forget it. “fuckkk. don’t look away, eyes on me, g’nna cum in that pretty mouth.”

you couldn’t deny that your new attempt at encouraging the team had its kinks. while overall the amount of arguments that broke out between players lessened to keep on good star-earning behavior, you could tell that it came with its own set of tension creating problems. you also couldn’t deny that being pulled in every direction by men vying for your attention was both very time consuming and extremely gratifying, but you think you manage it well. save for when they were already pumped up with adrenaline from a game, that is when real issues arise. especially when a player from the enemy team thinks it’s a good idea to try and hit on the cute little lady holding the clipboard. fatal mistake.

it starts with your favorite pot stirrer, bachira, calling out from his position, making everyone else on the team aware of the situation. “no shot dude, she don’t want you! focus on losing!” you’re confident you can diffuse whatever is about to go down before you notice rin leaving the ball alone in centerfield to beeline straight towards you. threats are flying from his lips on approach, quick to get in the guy’s face, planting his hands on his shoulders to shove him back. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? i’ll kill you if you don’t get the fuck away from her.” you think maybe you have a shot of getting rin under control if you just- your eyes widen in horror as a flash moves in from your peripheral. there are no words, just shidou drop kicking this poor stranger at top speed. you cringe as you watch shidou knocks this guy off his feet, cleats first, taking rin down with him. what a way to earn a red card.

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Give & Take

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: You have a hectic day before Joe leaves for the soccer match between FC Cincinnati & Inter Miami

Time/Place: Wednesday, 8/23/23 - Cincinnati, Ohio (with flashbacks to the day before)

Inspo pic:

pic source = @lonelywiththestars - Damn!

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You reverse out of the parking space in front of the dry cleaners and head for the exit, quickly looking left and right before pulling into traffic, heaving a sigh as you mentally tick items off of your to-do list:

lunch with the girls -- done

pick up dry cleaning -- done

quick trip to the grocery store -- next

A few minutes later you flick your blinker on, turning into the grocery store parking lot and pulling into an open space; you hop out of your car and head toward the store, grimacing slightly at the dull throb of pain in your lower back. You smile to yourself as you remember the reason for the back pain.

A marathon sex session the night before had most of your body feeling deliciously sore. Joe had come home from practice more frustrated than usual. It'd been almost a month since his calf injury, and he was more than ready to be practicing with the team, but he still hadn't been given clearance by the team doctor. Y'all had been taking it somewhat easy in the sex department since his injury but not last night. One look at his face when he walked in and you knew you were in for a treat.

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You grab a handheld basket as you enter the store since you only need a few items. You bite your lip as your mind rewinds to the night before.

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You were sitting on the sofa when he got home, aimlessly scrolling on your phone when he walked into the living room. "Hey babe," you greeted, giving him a smile as he pointed at your phone. "Is that important?" he asked, taking the phone out of your hands when you gave him a breathy "no." He turned the phone off and set it on the side table before literally pouncing on you. A minute later you were butt naked with your legs spread obscenely wide, his fingers and tongue relentlessly working you toward your first of several climaxes as you pulled his backwards cap off and buried your hands in his messy curls.

He got you off twice before stripping naked and dropping to his knees between your trembling thighs; your core was still spasming from your second orgasm when he pulled your ass to the edge of the sofa cushion, draped your legs over his broad shoulders and buried his cock to the hilt, leaning down to catch your whimpers in his mouth while setting a punishing pace, his own climax hitting a few minutes later.

When he finally caught his breath he maneuvered you to stretch out on the large leather sofa, stretching out beside you and dropping a kiss on your lips before pulling back to meet your gaze.

"Practice kind of frustrating today?" you panted, giggling when he wrinkled his perfect nose before burying his face in your neck. "Soooo fucking frustrating," he groaned. "They still won't let me take any snaps."

"They're just trying to make sure you're fully healed."

"I know but it sucks."

"Any update on the timeframe?"

"They're saying another week should do it. I told Coach if I'm not taking snaps in full pads next week, I'm gonna sign with the Steelers the first chance I get."

"Ew! Don't even joke about that."

"Sorry," he grumbled. "I'm just so frustrated with this shit."

"Poor baby," you soothed, cupping a hand behind the nape of his neck as he worked his way down from your neck to your chest, his tongue fluttering over a hard nipple before nipping it with his teeth, letting you know that he wasn't finished with you yet but was actually just getting started.

The next couple of hours unfolded like a fever dream, with Joe getting you off again before edging you over and over, manhandling you through several position changes just as expertly as he runs progressions on the football field.

You eventually ended up on your knees in front of the sofa, your face and chest pressed against a cushion as he pounded into you from behind, your fingernails digging into the distressed leather as you fucked back against him. You had to work to draw breath into your lungs as he dropped a hand down to tease your super-sensitive clit, your thighs -- coated with your juices -- shaking as your final climax hit, your scream of pleasure muffled by the leather cushion as he followed you over the edge.

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Your phone chiming pulls you back to the present; you dig it out of your bag and read the text from Joe.

Where are you?

Running errands. Be home in about 45 min

OK. Hope I get to see you b/f I leave

You send one final text and slide your phone back in your bag, grabbing a couple of cans of pumpkin puree and dropping them in your basket before heading for the spice aisle to get some nutmeg. Joe mentioned he was craving pumpkin pie yesterday after you asked him if he needed anything from the grocery store. He definitely deserves a treat after all the work he put in last night, you think to yourself, grabbing the nutmeg before heading to the produce section for some avocados.

You're halfway there when you feel a trickle of moisture seep into your panties. You stop in your tracks as your eyebrows slowly head toward your hairline. Sore boobs and lower back pain, you think to yourself. Oh shit! I'm getting my period in the grocery store while wearing white denim shorts. Way to go, dumbass! You contemplate heading to the bathroom, but you're way closer to the checkout lanes so you quickly head for the express lane instead, breathing a sigh of relief when it's empty.

Twenty minutes later you pull into your garage, leaving everything in the car as you jump out and sprint for the door. You hear football noises coming from Joe's office as you rush past and head for the bathroom, turning on the tub faucet before stripping off your shirt, shorts and bra.

A minute later Joe pokes his head in the door. "Hey … you okay?"

"Yeah." You give him a weak smile as you pull the stopper on your sink and fill it with water, squirting in some liquid soap before slipping your panties off and quickly immersing them in the suds. "Got my period at the damn grocery store," you grumble, nodding at your white denim shorts laying on the counter. "I should be smart enough not to wear white shorts this close to my period starting, but here we are." You heave a sigh as you squirt some bubble bath in the tub before stepping in.

Joe walks into the bathroom and picks your shorts up, inspecting the outside before peering inside at the small red stain. "Well at least the blood didn't soak through so no biggie, right?"

"Yeah, it could've been way worse. The second I felt it, I hit the express lane faster than Usain Bolt."

He chuckles along with you before walking toward the door carrying your shorts. "I'm gonna go spray some stain remover on these. You need anything? Wine? Tequila?"

"Maybe just a bottle of water and some ibuprofen."

"You got it."

"Babe?" you call just before he exits.

"Yeah?"

"Can you grab the stuff out of my car? It's just some dry cleaning and one bag of groceries."

"You got it," he repeats, giving you a wink before heading off to do your bidding.

He reappears several minutes later, quickly striding into your walk-in closet to hang up the dry cleaning before approaching you in the tub, handing over a bottle of water and some ibuprofen. "Thanks," you sigh, swallowing the medicine while giving him a smile. "What time are you leaving for the soccer match?"

He checks his watch before answering. "In about twenty minutes."

"You looking forward to it?"

"Hell no," he chuckles. "I wish I could just stay here with you."

"Seeing Messi play should be cool. Plus you get to do the sword thingy."

He rolls his eyes. "Sam is pulling the sword. He's been talking about it nonstop since he found out."

"Well try not to be too grumpy cat, okay? Show everyone that panty-dropping smile. Your fans need some new content."

"Hush," he grumbles, flashing you said panty-dropping smile before walking into the closet to change clothes. "By the way," he calls from the closet. "I saw you bought stuff to make a pumpkin pie, but I know you're not feeling well tonight so you can just do it some other time."

"We'll see," you answer, giving him a once-over when he walks out of the closet wearing nothing but black jeans. "Ohhh, do a spin for me, daddy," you purr, your breath catching in your throat when he follows orders. "Holy shit! Your back!"

"Yeah, all the extra upper body work is paying off," he gloats, flexing as he admires his reflection in the mirror.

"Not that! Your back is covered in scratches."

"Oh yeah," he shrugs. "We got a little rough last night, no biggie."

"Come here and let me see."

He walks closer and squats down beside the tub, shivering when you run a damp hand over the red marks. "Well at least I didn't break the skin," you whisper. "Do they hurt?"

"Not at all," he soothes, standing up and quickly pulling on a t-shirt. "I'd be disappointed if we got rough and you didn't mark me up."

"We did get a little rough last night," you agree. "When I woke up this morning, I thought my sore boobs, sore vag and lower back pain were from the rough sex last night, but i guess they were partially due to my period about to start."

"I didn't hurt you, did I? Was I too rough?"

You smile at his worried look. "You were the perfect amount of rough, as always."

"Promise?"

"I promise. -- You better get going or you're gonna be late."

"Yes, ma'am." He finishes getting dressed before walking over to drop a kiss on your lips. "Be home as soon as possible."

"Have fun!" you chirp, giggling at the string of curse words he unleashes as he jogs down the stairs.

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Thirty minutes later you're curled up on the sofa, munching on a bowl of popcorn while scrolling on your laptop, your heating pad firmly nestled against your belly. You spend about thirty minutes searching for a dress for your bestie's upcoming birthday party before doing a search for Joe, smiling when his slightly grumpy but totally hot self pops up.

"He is so anti-social," you chuckle, scrolling through the pics before hitting play on a video of the sword ritual, your eyes going wide when Sam hands Joe the sword and he tests its heft before whipping it in a slicing motion. "Oops!" you giggle. "Don't think you're supposed to do that."

You scroll through a bit more content before checking the time, realizing it'll be a few hours before he gets home. "Might as well bake that dang pie," you mumble, turning off your heating pad before heading for the kitchen. You turn the soccer match on accompanied by some music, doing a little dance around the kitchen as you set out everything you need.

A while later you pull the pie out of the oven and set it on a cooling rack, feeling more than a little sweaty and sticky after poking your head in the oven several times to make sure the crust got perfectly golden. You pull the hem of your t-shirt up and wipe your face, wrinkling your nose at the pungent scent. "What the hell?" you grumble, quickly realizing it's the burnt plastic aroma you get every time you use your heating pad. "Gotta get a new one," you sigh, your stank face still in full effect when your phone rings.

"Hey babe," you answer.

"Hey. I'm about to head home. Can I get you anything?"

"No, I'm good."

"You feel okay?"

"Yeah. Be careful driving home."

"Okay. See you in a little while."

You head upstairs and turn on the shower, knowing you have at least thirty minutes before he gets home, maybe longer if there's a lot of traffic.

Twenty minutes later you're drying off when you hear the mechanical hum of the garage door opening. "Shit, that was fast," you giggle, quickly inserting a tampon before stepping into a pair of black lace panties. You pull on a slinky tank top and walk into the bedroom, sliding onto the bed with your back propped against the padded headboard just as Joe comes bounding up the stairs.

"Hey babe," he chirps. "Got you a chocolate shake."

Your eyes go wide at the size of the cup. "Damn! That thing is huge!"

"I know, right?" he gives you a cocky grin while flicking a glance down at his crotch. "And this shake is pretty damn big, too."

You roll your eyes. "Oh lord, you're feeling yourself tonight, huh? I guess the fan girls were stroking your ego at the soccer match."

"Nothing got stroked at the soccer match."

"Mmm-hmm," you hum, playfully rolling your eyes at him.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, woman, or I'll drink your shake," he threatens.

"Like hell you will," you chuckle, giving him a smile when he hands you the super-sized drink. "Thank you," you mumble, taking a huge slurp of the creamy concoction. "How did you get home so fast?"

"I was sitting in the drive-thru when I called you."

"Sneaky."

"Nope, just smart," he gloats. "I left early to beat the traffic."

"You left early because you're anti-social."

"That too," he chuckles.

"This shake is delicious, but it's too much for me. Go grab another cup and straw. You're gonna have to drink at least half of this thing."

"Yes, ma'am," he grins, exiting the bedroom and coming back several minutes later, carrying a cup and straw in one hand and a half-eaten slice of pumpkin pie in the other. "You didn't have to bake this pie tonight since you were feeling bad," he says, taking another huge bite and making appreciative noises while chewing and swallowing. "But I'm glad you did 'cause it's freaking delicious." He crams the last bite in his mouth as you watch in amusement.

"No way that pie was fully set yet, but I'm glad you like it," you giggle. "By the way, you dropped a chunk of crust on the floor."

"Oh crap," he mutters, reaching down to grab the wayward crust before popping it in his mouth. "I'll vacuum tomorrow," he promises. "But seriously, you didn't have to do that."

"You're worth it. Plus I could say the same about you." You waggle the chocolate shake you're devouring. "You didn't have to stop and get this."

"Give and take," he responds, watching as you pour half of your shake in his cup. "That's one of the things that makes our relationship so amazing."

You grin at him as you continue to enjoy your sweet treat, eventually finishing it off with a loud slurp before setting the empty cup on the bedside table. You lay back on the bed and watch Joe as he finishes off his half of the chocolate shake. "Did you have fun tonight?" you ask.

"No," he grumps.

"Well you looked hot as hell, although I don't think you were supposed to whip that sword around like that."

"That was actually fun," he chuckles. "I might have to get me one of those."

"I'll put it on your Christmas list."

"Thanks babe," he grins. "Are you feeling crampy?" he continues, stripping down to his undies before stretching out beside you on the bed, raising up onto one arm to look down at you.

"Not bad," you answer, giggling at the disappointed look on his face. "Were you hoping for cramps?"

"No," he says sheepishly. "I was just thinking -- if you're feeling crampy -- maybe I can talk you into fooling around since orgasms help with cramps because of the …"

"Endorphins!" you holler, laughing at the look on Joe's face.

"It's basic physiology," he pouts, smiling against your lips when you pull him down for a kiss.

"And I hear it every month." You nip his plump bottom lip and deepen the kiss, reveling in the taste of chocolate and pumpkin pie spice as his tongue tangles with yours.

Several minutes later you come up for air, grinning at Joe's disappointed groan when you break the intense kiss. "You know what I could really use right now?" you whisper.

"What?"

"A shot of endorphins."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you answer, pulling him back down for a kiss, your body humming with anticipation when he slides his free hand under the hem of your shirt, splaying his long fingers out against your bare belly. He leaves his hand there, unmoving, for several minutes as he deepens the kiss, the heat radiating from his big hand simultaneously soothing you and turning you on.

You eventually bury a hand in his hair and give a light tug, hoping to spur him on since he seems in no big hurry to get down to business. He breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to lock eyes with you while sliding two fingers just inside the waistband of your panties; you gasp as your core contracts at the promise of what's to come. He gives you a feral smile as he removes his hand from your panties and inches it up your torso, stopping just shy of your breasts.

"Are your boobs sore?" he asks. "Yeah, a little," you sigh, your breath catching in your throat when he lowers his head and lightly sucks one of your nipples through your slinky shirt. "I'll be gentle," he soothes, pulling your shirt up to expose your breasts, smiling against your heated skin at the noise you make when he latches onto a sensitive peak. He takes his sweet time teasing your nipples, moving back and forth between the hard nubs using delicate licks and sucks that have you squirming underneath him.

"Joe …"

"What baby?"

"I'm … really turned on."

"Good," he chuckles, sliding a hand down to cup your mound, grinding against you through the flimsy lace as you arch up into his touch. "You like that?" he whispers, quickly slipping his fingers inside your panties to tease your clit. "Y … yeah," you sputter, biting your lip hard enough to sting when he ghosts his fingertips over your throbbing slit, giving your tampon string a flick before returning his attention to your swollen clit.

"I'm close," you whine, giving a frustrated groan when he removes his fingers and sits up. "Patience, baby girl," he purrs, quickly sliding your panties off before crawling between your thighs, his mouth latching onto your clit as your hips buck up against him. You slide a hand into his hair and hold on for the ride, a stream of whimpers spilling from your lips as he expertly finishes you off.

After several minutes waiting for you to catch your breath, he crawls back up beside you, smacking his lips and giving you a loaded look. "Those endorphins taste delicious," he smirks, laughing against your lips when you pull him down for a kiss. "Mmm-hmm, pretty damn tasty," you agree. "My fav flavor," he sighs. "I can tell," you chuckle, dropping a hand down to palm his erection. "You don't have to do that," he mutters, nestling a hand on top of yours. "This was all about you," he continues. "I just wanted to make you feel good."

"Give and take," you purr, echoing his words from earlier. "Plus I know I don't have to; I want to. I really, really want to, okay?" you coax, giving him a naughty smile while sliding his undies off.

"Okay," he breathes, biting his plump bottom lip as he watches you maneuver yourself into place between his spread thighs.

"You want it fast or slow?" you ask, ghosting your fingertips over one of the prominent veins running the length of his erection. "Both," he groans, cupping a big hand behind the nape of your neck as you give him a knowing smile before licking your lips and lowering your head.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

[icameheretoreadstuff]

Don’t stop

Pairings: FP Jones x reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, unprotective sex and dry humping.

Summary: you are a proud serpent and always will be no matter what. But the thing is, you have had a big crush on FP Jones since you were in high school. But since youre 32 and he’s like 50.. Everyone has been telling you that you shouldn’t, but to them you say "fock you"

Author’s note: I have been watching Riverdale and didn’t find any smut about FP Jones that screamed sex, so I thought screw it I’ll just write one myself!

A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

You stepped off your bike and walked over to the trailer. You knocked a couple of times before you heard FP Jones footsteps closing in. He opened the door and tried to hold back a sigh “what do you want?” He asked before he exhaled. “Just here to update you in person that everything wen’t well” you said. He shakes his head “you didn’t have to do that, Tall boy updated me” he assured me “you can leave now” he said while he walked into his trailer without closing the door. You sighed and walked inside closing the door. “What?” You asked, He turned around with a cup of coffee in his hand. “Yeah, I’m done talking about this.” He sighed and warned me “You know what’s up and we have it all under control.” He walked up to you, slowly took up his free hand and gently stroking your arm. “I know how loyal you are and you’re appreciated.” He said and smiled, he looked at his hand and froze. He just stood there, it looked like he was trying to not breathe uneven. "FP" you whispered, he finally looked up at you and gave a reasuring smile as his hand fell and walked over to the couch and drank his coffee.

You turned around on your way to leave, but stopped yourself. “Can I grab a cup of coffee before I leave?” You asked. “Sure” he answered. You were kinda surprised that he didn’t bite your head off, like he usually does. Honestly you’re kinda in to it when he does that, makes you hot and bothered. You have an inkling that he kinda likes it too, that he does it on purpose. Everyone says to you that it’s not going to happen or that you should find someone on your own age. You always answers with a witty comment or just make them shut up, Depends on the mood really. You just want FP to continue pushing your buttons, even tho you tell everyone that you hate it.

You sat down with a cup of coffee in your hand. “How are you?” You asked curiously. “Why?” He chuckled. “No reason, Just curious” you asked and took a sip of your coffee. He inhaled and answered “I’m good, everything is shit but I’m good” he chuckled and shaked his head as he leaned forward with his body, with his head in his hands.

You placed the coffee on the table and felt butterflies in your stomach. “Can I help with anything?” You asked and raised up, walked over to him softly grabbing his chin and guiding his head up to face yours. “Please don’t” he protested and looked up at you. “Please don’t, what?” You whispered. Your hand slowly moved to his cheek which felt like he was burning up. He closed his eyes and leaned into your hand, beginning to breath slowly but deeply.

“You want me to stop?” You asked and moved your hands softly to hold his shoulders, slowly you straddled him. Being so close to him felt euphoric. You legs was safely on each side of him, hugging into his legs. You haven’t sat down yet but wanted to so badly. You slowly grabbed his chin, guiding your nose feel his nose, wanting to closely listen and see his reaction as you sat down slowly on his private. He took a bite at his underlip and began slowly panting. His hands was gripping tightly at the coach, as he was trying to not engage. “You want me to leave?” You asked as you lifted your ass up from him.

He finally made a move by grabbing your thighs, making you thrust down on his big boulder, which made your core burn up. “Some part of you don’t want me to stop” you chuckled, and began slowly riding him, feeling some friction felt so good.

He took a deep breath as he couldnt help himself but to slowly begin to thrust back in a slow rhythm. He looked up at you while thrusting, watching how much pleasure he gave you. Which made you crazy, You closed your eyes and bit your lip trying but failing to hold back a couple of moans. He closed his eyes and panted heavy as he tried his best to not want more but failing so bad, his large shaft was burning up into your core, even if you had clothes on.

You opened your eyes only to listen in on all these sounds he was making, this turned you on so bad. You let out a moan and grabbed his chin as you kissed his neck, near his ear which made him moan out loud. You kissed once more and threw off your jacket, revealing your top with cleavage. He couldn’t help himself but to stare in awe. You smirked at his reaction, so you threw your shirt off and grabbed his hand, placed it on your breast.

You stood slightly up so that his face was inches away from your breast whitch was a layer away from eachother. he exhaled and looked up at you while he took one hand behind your back near your ass and the other he gently grabbed your bra strap, as he guided it down your arm.

When he saw your nipple he let out a moan as he began to suck on it. Taste it and lick it. You couldn’t stop making all these sounds, which made him more horny. He grabbed your ass with his other hand.

“Wait” you said as you raised up on the floor taking off the rest of your clothes, he took off his shirt in return but asked “What are you planing?” He then began breathing heavy as he looked at your body "fuck" he said as he eyefucked your body, you just gave him a smirk. You opened his belt dragging his pants down to his knees, except of his underwear.

You felt your core burn up when you saw his big boulder in his pants, you began mentally drooling of the thought off tasting him. You instead kissed his shaft, feeling his underwear being in the way. You looked up at him and gave him a smirk before licking where his shaft was. He threw his head back and thrusted lightly onto your lips.

You slowly took down his underwear slightly to only taste him, his large shaft bounced out as you finally got to taste him. You let your animalistick side take over as you tried to take him all in.

He panted and moaned, his hips began to join in on you swallowing his length. You moaned as you looked up at him and licked his long shaft. He grunted "please" as he kept thrusting himself into your mouth, you leaned away from his shaft to only lay it back in his underwear. He grunted and bit his underlip as his head flew back. "Why are you teasing me so bad?" he asked and kissing you deeply.

You sat back ontop off him, right on his boulder. At the contact of feeling just a thin layer between you, resulted in him moaning. You bit your lip, wanting to hear more so you began slowly thrusting. "Youre so fucking wet" he grunted and leaned in to kiss your neck and began messaging your nipples.

Your wet core had made his underwear soaking wet, where his dick and your clit was touching. Feeling your core and his shaft perfectly touching each other. “Y\N” he moaned as he grabbed your waist guiding you to thrust him. “You want me to stop?” You teased and placed your hands untop of his shoulders and slowly grabbing his hair, holding you close to him with your other arm. “You want me to stop?” You asked again as you began to find a slow-paced rhythm.

You leaned into him as you felt your bodies was tight into eachother and crashed your lips into his soft lips. You couldn`t believe how soft and good his lips felt like. He tasted like pancakes and maple syrup. You looked at him with awe as you stared into his eyes as you couldn’t help yourself but to let out these sounds which made his dick harder.

Suddenly, As if he had been holding back, he suddenly crashed his lips hard into you. He tasted your lips and you tasted his, you opened your mouth to taste his toungue and moaned loudly. “FP” you couldnt hold back anymore and finally neither did he.

He continued making out with you, making you feel your core burn hot. You stopped and pulled down his underwear fast, He was shocked at how fast you were and you were still shocked at how big he was. “Should I stop?” You asked and grabbed his shaft and placed into your folds “you want more?” You whispered into his ear and then licked his upperlip playfully.

His head flew back, as he shamelessly began to moan and not hold back any more. "You have to say yes” you whispered and then playfully placed his shaft right outside of your entrance, ready to let him fill you up. His head flew back as he let out a moan. “Yes, don’t stop” he finally said and thrusted his hips into you as you both moaned of the pleasure and pain of his large and thick shaft, trying to fill your tight core.

You grabbed his shoulders and held you steady as you placed yourself more comfortably to begin riding him. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Fp” you moaned and began a nice pace, your hips moved more easily. “You feel so good” he moaned. You began thrusting him in a faster pace, harder and moaned of the pleasure and pain. “Tell me more” you whispered as you raised up and thrusted yourself down on him making him moan higher, you repeated this for a while, only to listen to the sounds he was making.

He moaned “You feel so good, y\n” he began as he licked his lips and kissed you deeply. Your core and his shaft was making wet sounds, which turned you both on even more "I want to you to cum on my dick” he whispered into your ear. ”Fp” you moaned as he grabbed your breasts, massaging your nipples. You began feeling your breath become heavier as you kept thrusting on him “Im-” he grabbed your waist and began thrusting himself harder into you and you thrusted back in a perfect motion.

“Fp” you moaned loudly and crashed your lips into his. “I wanna cum on your dick, FP” you moaned as you thrusted harder on his long shaft. “Cum on my dick” he groaned and grabbed your ass. “I love that your is dick inside me” you panted, he had open his mouth to taste your tounge as you leaned forward so your bodies was tight into eachother, your both arms was holding eachother tight as you climaxed loudly, grabbing his hair. “FP” You moaned and kissed his soft lips, he roughly made out with you which made you want more “You make me feel so-“ he moaned and began thrusting himself hard into you "cum for me" you panted, he kept thrusting hard into you until hit his climax. He threw his head back and climaxed inside you.

He panted as he looked into your eyes. “That was” he began, you smirked and said “euphoric.” You chuckled and then you raised up to go and clean yourself off, when you turned around to go find him he suddenly stood right behind you. “That was not enough” he said plainly and grabbed you, holding you tight into his bare chest. “I want more” he smirked and kissed your neck softly.

#riverdale #riverdale smut #fp jones #fp jones x reader #fp jones smut

[troybolton-14]

Saturday Night Activities | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

warnings: smut 18+, mutual masturbation, p in v

word count: 592

It was a relaxing Saturday night. Carlos was making dinner and you were watching your favorite tv show. You asked Carlos many times if he wanted help with the food but he insisted that he would make it.

Nothing made you hornier than when Carlos cooked.

An idea popped in your head. You turn your body a bit so everything is on display in the kitchen where he was working. You lift up your hips so you could shimmy your sweatpants down to your ankles revealing the red lace underwear you were wearing underneath, keeping your eyes locked on Carlos who was still focused on the preparing the meal but all you wanted him to eat for dinner was you.

Carlos looked up for a second with a raised eyebrow, halting his movements. This made you slowly slip your lace panties down and spread your legs open revealing everything. You saw his eyes widen and his jaw slightly drops as you slowly dragged your fingers over your folds then beginning pumping your fingers in and out.

You throw your head back with your eyes tightly shut when you moan lightly, curling your fingers to hit that perfect spot.

Carlos began to get harder at the sight of you getting off on your own fingers, he reached down to his harden length and started pumping, trying to match the speed of your fingers.

You were so caught up in the bliss of your fingers you didn’t realize what Carlos was doing until you heard him start breathing heavily. The slight of him doing this making you moan even more.

“Carlos…” you gasped, hearing the sound of him pleasure himself only made your fingers move faster, your orgasm building in your core until it finally snaps and you come apart.

Still falling down from the high of your orgasm you didn’t hear Carlos walk towards the coach until you felt his hand on your waist, with desperation in his eyes he didn’t have to say a single word you just knew he wanted to be inside you.

You pulled him down into a fiery kiss as he climbs on tops of you, kicking his pants and boxers down until you see his harden length. Your mouth watering at the sight.

He lines up with your opening and without any hesitation thrusts inside of you. His dick filling you up, the burning feeling so good that you dig your nails into his back making him jump a little further inside you. He gives you time to adjust to his length before he starts pulling out of you slowly and then slamming back into you.

He starts to gather a rhythm, picking up the pace of his thrusting. The sound of skin slapping skin and your moans filling the living room. His dick filling you up so good you feel your second orgasm building in your core. He can tell you’re close because he feels you tightening around his length making him thrust harder and faster into you.

He breathes out, “at the same time… don’t let go yet.” You nod and hold on a bit longer for a couple more thrusts until you feel him twitch inside you. You both let go, the orgasm melting you apart as he stops his thrusting and his warm seed fills you up.

You both stay in this position catching your breaths when he pulls out of you and walks into the bathroom to grab a warm towel. He cleans you up.

“Hungry?” He asks.

You giggle, “most definitely.”

#carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #f1 fiction #carlos sainz #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz smut

[sapphicvqmpires]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ all eyes on you

Pairing - shuri x black fem!reader

Word Count - 8.6k

Contains - smut (18+), dom!shuri, fingering, cunnilingus, edging, choking/breathplay, overstimulation, voyeurism, dacryphilia (kind of), strap-on, semi-public sex, swearing, kinda mean!shuri, tad bit of angst

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - Three and a half weeks had gone by, each second brang an agonizing twist in your stomach as you fought the urge to run back to Shuri. Truthfully, you were surprised you held on this long, you were doing so well. You did a few boxing lessons with a new coach, and she was good enough to get the training done; but everyday you boxed opponents that lived in your head, forcing punches in the ring that surrounded your mind. And it was that day, the day that curiosity got the best of you, emerging victorious in the hidden match that tugged at your brain as you found yourself back where you started

Tags - @inmyheadimobsessed @amplifiedmoan @vampzxi @abenomeiiii @heejayy @shurismainbxtch @shurislover @shuriszn @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @pocketsizedpanther @gardenof-venus @vys-intentions @tiii-iiiiii @venusdusse @verachii @thelibravenus @ihearttish @playhousedistee @somethingcleaverandwhitty @niyahwrites @prettymrswright @tishsrealwife (comment if you wanna be tagged in future fics, 18+ please)

Writers Note: in honour of Tish announcing that’s she’s gonna be playing a boxer, here’s some good shit for y’all!! Love youuusss. Hope you enjoy!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ As the bell rings, Shuri immediately takes a defensive stance, guarding her face with her gloves. Her opponent comes at her with a flurry of punches, but Shuri is too quick for her. She ducks and weaves, slipping punches with ease. In a sudden move, Shuri lands a powerful left hook that sends her opponent reeling. The crowd erupts in applause as Shuri continues to dominate the fight. Her movements are fluid and graceful, yet powerful and precise. She is in complete control of the ring, and her opponent is no match for her. The crowd surrounding you roared as Shuri blew unstoppable punches, knocking her opponent out as she reveled in the sound of her boxing name falling off hundreds of tongues.

“Panther! Panther! Panther!”

She was a skilled fighter, with lightning-fast reflexes that always knew how to bring life to the crowd. Shuri was also a strategic thinker, always looking for ways to outsmart her opponents and stay ahead of the game. You were one of the few people who got lucky enough to have her as a boxing coach, and this was the first time she invited you to come to one of her matches. The sight of her was addicting. The way she basked in the praise being given to her as the sweat poured off her inked body, it made your feelings for her magnify in ways you hadn’t planned for tonight. Seeing her as an active participant in the ring opened your mind to new possibilities. The way her skin hugged every muscular contour, the way her sweat shimmered against her dark skin, the way she smirked in her victory as blood poured down her face, spitting it out as she continued to linger in her praise; your mind wandered to fantasies you shouldn’t be having. Her physique was lean and muscular, her arms toned, and her core was defined to perfection; all a result from years of rigorous training and conditioning. You couldn’t help but get lost in her build and the way her sweat gleamed against it, she was annoyingly attractive and it didn’t help that she was an obvious flirt and damn good at it.

“Panther! Panther! Panther!”

The crowd continued to chant for Shuri and you joined in their celebration by smiling uncontrollably as she winked at you from the ring. Her mouthguard came to play, gripping them through her pearly teeth and the sight alone almost made you crumble. Shuri was becoming bigger, more known in the boxing world. She was climbing her way up, and although you were undeniably happy for her, it was not your desire to be dragged into the spotlight because of her fame. Yes, you were grateful for this opportunity to have her as your boxing coach, but you were a simple girl. You loved boxing as a form of exercise, expression, and movement; Shuri loved boxing for all these reasons too, but to see her bask in the praise being given to her, you knew she loved it all. It wasn’t a bad thing, it just wasn’t your thing.

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“Did you enjoy it?”

“Hmm?”

“The match, baby…did you enjoy it? It wasn’t too much? The lights, the loud crowd…the blood? You’re ok?”

You hesitated, uncertain about how to respond to her question because, truth be told, you found yourself relishing it more than you should have.

“Yeah, I enjoyed it.”

Shuri smiled, her gaze focused on the road ahead as she drove you home.

“You sure? I didn’t see you yelling my name like the rest of the crowd,” she playfully teases, a crooked smile painting her face that tickled your stomach.

“I was just basking it all in, is all. You did amazing out there, Shuri. Like insanely good.”

Shuri smiled once more, clearly flattered by your words.

The rest of the ride home was filled with nothing new. Shuri used her eyes and nonverbal cues, skillfully enticing you with a seductive allure that permeated her every word and gesture. It was clear that she was well aware of her effect on you, and her strategies were undeniably effective.

She pulled up to your condo, putting the car in park as she turned her body to face you. Her face was perfect, even after the cuts and bruises that stained her facial facade, her lips swollen from taking blows, her beauty remained untouched. And when that radiant smile graced her face, it sent your heart racing in an instant.

“You coming to practice on Thursday?”

“I’ll be there.”

You weren’t sure if you were going to be there.

“Good. Just making sure this match didn’t scare you away from boxing.”

A fleeting silence hung in the air, your mind filled with a whirlwind of overwhelming thoughts you had no desire to hold in anymore and it was written all over your face.

“Why do you train me alone? Away from all your other students…why do I get trained alone?,” you abruptly ask, immediately shifting the tone that’s been set.

Shuri’s face is covered in confusion. “Y/n, I already told you. I see a certain potential in you I don’t see in others. You have skill…real skill that deserves extra attention. Didn’t I already tell you this?”

“Yeah, I guess you did.”

Shuri's index finger glides across your face, tracing a gentle path against your skin while you reluctantly succumb to her touch. She possessed a profound understanding of how to provoke a reaction from you, both inside and outside of your boxing sessions.

“I also think the prettiest girls deserve more attention,” she adds, her voice flowing with a seamless alluring quality. You let out a pitiful smile, one that leads Shuri to believe she can push the boundaries even further. “We can take it to your room, pretty. What do you say?”

She was unbelievably enticing, almost impossible to deny because you almost straddled her at that very moment and shoved your tongue down her throat. Your pussy throbbed at her words, her gentle touch made you leak. You discreetly squeezed your thighs together, silently hoping that she wouldn't notice the desperate act, but she did.

“What’s wrong?,” she laughed. “I can be gentle if you need me to.”

You swear you almost let out a moan right there, but you swallowed it, refusing to give her the satisfaction of the power she most definitely had over you. You permitted yourself to savor the delicate caress of her touch for a brief while before opting to stand your ground.

“I’ll see you on Thursday, Shuri.”

She smiled, kindly pulling herself back into driving position before starting her car. “I’ll see you on Thursday, y/n.”

After reciprocating her smile, you departed from her vehicle, carrying an intense turmoil deep within your gut. The sensation of unease brought forward a sense of guilt, because you wanted to explain to Shuri that you needed a new coach for the sake of your own well-being. Your need to stay focused barely outweighed the fact that Shuri was an extraordinary trainer, surpassing your wildest expectations that you’ll forever be grateful for; but she also served as a captivating distraction and this realization solidified your decision to part ways.

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Shuri walked around you, analyzing your stance and body position as you threw blows to the punching bag. She spoke in a calm, authoritative voice, guiding you through each movement. The sound of your gloves hitting the punching bag echoed through the empty gym, as Shuri encourages you to hit faster and harder. You’re sweating, and Shuri’s slight menacing stare was starting to make you nervous. This mentorship was normal, but after her touch from a couple nights ago, her gaze was making you tense, resulting in you being unable to perform to the best of your abilities. Shuri noticed this.

“Keep your guard up, y/n,” Shuri instructs. “And keep your feet moving. You’re doing so well, don’t forget what I taught you.”

You nod, trying to comply with her instructions, but your body becomes enticed by the way she looms over you. You could swear her eyes began to wander to places they shouldn't be, causing your breath to catch in your chest. You throw in some more punches, eager to impress Shuri.

“Again,” Shuri demands, her voice stern. “Put some more power in it this time.”

With a deep inhale, you gather yourself before proceeding to unleash your punches, envisioning counterattacks being thrown in response. Your body moves with fluidity, effortlessly positioning itself to facilitate powerful arm movements. As you throw your punches, your box braids gracefully sway in sync with the rhythm of your body. The sweat trickled down your face as you grew confident in your quick reflexes and the proud smile that drew across Shuri’s face, but that confidence quickly diminished as you felt rough hands clutch your hips. Shuri positioned you, pressing her chest against your back and you almost went limp.

“You’re so close, baby, just position yourself a little more like this, yeah?” She exerted firm pressure on your hips, forcefully maneuvering your body to adhere to her commands. Her hand started a deliberate descent down your body, burying her face into your neck while your chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Her touch pressed firmly against the sensitive area just before your pussy, causing your breathing to intensify even further, your knees unintentionally buckling up. “Just relax, y/n. Wanna know how to throw the perfect punch? You have to relax your body.”

“Shuri,” you lightly moan, and you feel her smirk against the skin on your neck. She lets you go, granting you the necessary space you need to proceed. A sense of embarrassment washes over you as you realize she was testing you, assessing to see how easy it would be to get you to comply to her and you were no challenge at all.

“You keep practicing your positioning, I’m gonna go take a quick shower, ok? I’ll be in the locker room if you need anything. Keep it moving, I wanna see you perfect this by the time I’m out.”

You nod.

The gym goes quiet, with nothing but the sound of your fists hitting the vinyl material in front of you. You knew today had to be the day; the day you would admit to Shuri that you needed to find a new coach for your own betterment. You would tell her that you appreciated her hard work and all the dedication she put into making you a better boxer, but then admit that you had to find someone new. Someone that would teach you the work without giving you the distraction.

After what seemed like 15 minutes, Shuri appeared from the locker room. She was wearing baggy shorts that extended slightly above her knees, revealing glimpses of her Nike boxers peeking out from the waistband. Her matching Nike sports bra accentuated her well-defined physique, showcasing her sturdy arms. Intricate ink covered her skin, with tattoos adorning both arms, extending upwards toward her neck. Additionally, symmetric tattoos trailed both sides of her torso, mirroring each other in captivating patterns. A white towel was draped casually around her neck and shoulders, while her flawless curls glistened with dampness from the shower water and you could not ignore how mouth-watering good she looked. Oh, how you just wanted to…

“Y/n? You down?,” she repeated, her voice abruptly interrupting thoughts that had no business taking up space in your already stressed mind.

“Hmm?”

She chuckled. “I was asking if you wanted to come to my next match. You know…since you enjoyed the first one so much,” she asked with a flirt. Of course you wanted to go to her next match; cheer her on as you relished in her attractiveness, how good she looked in the ring as she basked in the crowd's praise. But you knew better. Going to see her a second time would only make it harder for you to stand firm in your decision.

“Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah? What was that?”

You inhaled deeply, bracing yourself as the words hesitated to escape your lips.

“So…I was thinking…”

Shuri raised an eyebrow. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinkingggg…”

“Fuck y/n, just spill it out.”

You sighed, frightened of the response she would give you. “I think I need a new boxing coach…”

“What?” Her face went stiff, confusion written all over it and rightfully so. You lightly tossed your gloves to the side, massaging your sore knuckles as you made your way towards her.

“Look Shuri…you’ve been a great coach. It’s obviously a once in a lifetime opportunity to train with someone as gifted as you but…”

“But?”

You pondered, questioning yourself on how you should proceed to complete your sentence; whether you should tell her the complete truth or give her a fragment of what needed to be said. You settled for the safer option.

“I just don’t want to get in the way of your career…you got a lot going on for you, I wouldn’t wanna slow your ass down.”

She momentarily paused, tugging on the ends of the towel that wrapped around her shoulder. She tilted her head back lightly, a playful grin emerged on her face as she chuckled softly.

“So what’s the real reason, y/n?,” she laughed.

“I’m not playing Shuri.”

“I’m not playing with your ass either, y/n.”

“Shuri, let’s be for real for a second. Your name is climbing up there. I’m not tryna get sucked into all that. I need a new coach, that’s it. Now stop being nosey and hop off my ass.”

A profound silence permeated the gym, enveloping the space as Shuri stood still, deep in contemplation of the words you had spoken. You remained motionless, unable to do anything but wait anxiously for her response, feeling light-headed in your anticipation

“Anyway, your dramatic ass can hop in the shower. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Shuri—“

She plopped her earphones in, purposely making a statement that she did not want to hear you any longer. You rolled your eyes, defeated by her arrogance and her inability to understand your dilemma and you let yourself be defeated, for now, because Shuri did not train a quitter.

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You indulged in a refreshing, cool shower, allowing the water to soothe you weary body, intentionally prolonging your stay to avoid Shuri and her antics. You didn’t want to hear from her anymore.

You stepped out of the shower, efficiently drying yourself off as you lathered your brown skin in your favorite body lotion. You slipped on a pair of black leggings, one that accentuated your toned ass and you couldn’t help but appreciate yourself in the mirror before putting on your gray hoodie. You gathered your things, preparing to give Shuri your final words of gratitude but Shuri, however, had a different agenda in store.

“Oh shit…you scared me,” you say, startled by her presence you didn’t expect to see so soon.

She was leaning her body against the red lockers that encircled the room, her hair still slightly damp from her earlier shower. You swallowed harshly at the sight, almost intimidated by her demeanour that seemed to surpass any power she had over you, even as your coach. She gracefully lifted herself off the lockers with a push of her upper body, making her way towards you; the sight causing a flutter of unease to stir in your stomach.

“Shuri, please…I’m not play-”

“Sshhhh,” she whispered, her body wavered over yours. She was fairly taller than you were, and her assertive presence only added to her height, making it seem like she towered over you. In a gentle, almost affectionate manner, she pushed your body against the wall, causing you to drop your bag to the floor in surprise. Her unexpected action caught you off guard, yet she effortlessly made it feel as if this was a familiar part of your routine, weaving seamlessly into the fabric of your interactions. Her eyes remained on yours, making sure you were okay with this, hungry for it as much as she was.

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you?,” her voice was modulated, a pleasant sound that began to pierce through your skin. You said nothing, unable to bring words together to form a rational sentence. “You’re scared of the way I make you feel.”

“Shuri…”

“Ssshhh, baby. Just…please.” She inhaled deeply, practicing self-control as your eyes provoked her. Her lips lingered right above yours and you took no time to close the gap, catching you both off guard as your lips collided. She effortlessly complied, her hands gripping your hips as she started to place slow, deliberate kisses along your neck. Overwhelmed by the sensation, you instinctively grasped her curls, guiding her to that exquisite sweet spot that elicited a moan from deep within you; an unexpected sound that flushed you with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

“Do that again.”

“Mmm.”

“Yeah…yeah I like that.” Her palm begins to trace down your torso, her lips still plunging kisses into your neck. She paused just above your pussy, making your grasp on her curls tighten. She took her lips off your neck, coming back to face eyes that drowned in a pathetic sense of desperation. You were frantic, needy for her touch and Shuri grew smug at the sight of you.

“May I?”

You nodded so quickly, ashamed of how easy and open you were for her. Shuri smirked, proud of the hold she had on you. She slipped her fingers under your leggings, coming head on with the mess she created in between your thighs. You unintentionally bucked your hips forward in dire need, causing her fingers to graze your clit over the material of your panties and you gasped at the feel of it. Once again, Shuri smiled and did not hesitate to begin playing with your agonized, wet cunt.

“Oh my god Shuri.”

She ignored you, slipping her fingers up and down your slit, your clit nerves pounding underneath her mocking touch. Your knees weakened, struggling to maintain your balance as her gentle touch rendered your body delicate and vulnerable. The pleasure coursing through you compelled your face to surrender, submitting to the waves of ecstasy coursing through your pussy. Shuri teased your hole, slipping the tip of two fingers inside, making sure you were ok to proceed and you nodded hectically. She dipped her fingers into you, her eyebrows creased together at the feel of your fleshy walls. You were snug, your pussy promptly clenched around her, aching to keep her in there.

“Damn, y/n. You’re tight, huh?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

“How does that feel, baby?”

As you parted your lips to respond, an involuntary, feeble moan slipped from your throat before any words could form. Tears welled up in your eyes as she intensified her movements, causing your lashes to glisten with the arousal emanating from the fiery friction between your thighs. Shuri's dissatisfaction was evident; she wanted to hear you, hear it come from your mouth on how good she felt inside you. She gently grabbed your throat, applying just enough pressure that compelled you to surrender completely.

“It feels good, Shuri. I…fuck.”

She curled her fingers, angling them perfectly to hit the spot you needed most.

“Right there?”

“Yeah.”

She thrashed into your delicate spot a few more times before removing her fingers completely, cleaning your pleasure off her fingers with the swish of her tongue. You whimpered in a pitiful manner, your eyes producing tears for how much you needed her.

“Why’d you stop?,” you pouted.

Shuri rolled her eyes. “You’re annoying.”

“But..please…please Shuri.”

Once again, she seized hold of your throat, drawing your face nearer to hers as fervent moan escaped your lips.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You shut your eyes, completely under her control as she watched the way you yearned for her.

“I don’t want you with anyone else.”

She let go of her grasp on your throat, bringing you back onto the wall behind you. Shuri dropped to her knees, removing your leggings and panties completely and you winced at the cool air that grazed your exposed lower body. Shuri lifted one of your legs over her shoulder, leaving you open to her devour, and you were incapable of doing anything in the matter. She wasted no time, taking your sensitive clit into her mouth forcing you to groan in pleasure.

“Yeah, right there. Just right there. Don’t stop.”

She felt euphoric, the way her tongue swirled around you made your heap of nerves pulsate heavily, sending waves of pleasure throughout your pussy.

“I’m so close, Shuri. Fuck. YEAH.”

She removed her tongue, coming back up to face you as she proceeded to push her fingers into you. She pumped hard, leaving no room to take it easy on you. You mirror her movements, riding her as you feel that warm, tingling feeling coursing through your pussy walls.

“You wanna cum, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well don’t.”

You moaned pitifully, holding your orgasm as Shuri dragged her fingers in and out of you. Every push became more painful as you struggled to delay your release. It was a mixture of torment and thrill as she edged your throbbing pussy. She could tell you could not take it anymore, your orgasm was just above her reach and she pulled out immediately, giving you nothing but a wave of suffering. You whined pitifully, your aching cunt screaming at you in desperation as you watched Shuri lick whatever pleasure you gave her. The ghost of your halted orgasm lingered inside you, creating the most vivid concoction of pain and pleasure.

“It hurts,” you whined, tears staining your saddened face.

“I know baby, I know.” She brushed your box braids that fell down your face, wiping your tears as she smirked at the picture she created. “I just wanna make sure you come back to me.”

You pouted in urgent need of her. You didn’t want to wait. You wanted her now. You almost wanted to finger your own pussy to ease your pain, but you knew she wouldn’t allow it.

She possessed a well-crafted strategy, one that proved to be remarkably effective. She planted a final kiss on your forehead, releasing you from her grip as she helped you put your clothes back on and gather your things. She offered you a ride home, but you decided that it would be better for your sanity to take an uber. She didn’t argue with you, allowing you this time to yourself as you contemplated your decision to leave her. You remembered her words, and the possessiveness of her touch; it was overwhelming as she made it much more complicated to stand your ground.

“See you tomorrow?,” she asked, her eyes laced in desperate arousal.

You nodded. “Yeah…I’ll see you.”

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Three and a half weeks had gone by, each second brang an agonizing twist in your stomach as you fought the urge to run back to Shuri. Truthfully, you were surprised you held on this long, you were doing so well. You did a few boxing lessons with a new coach, and she was good enough to get the training done; but everyday you boxed opponents that lived in your head, forcing punches in the ring that surrounded your mind. And it was that day, the day that curiosity got the best of you, emerging victorious in the hidden match that tugged at your brain as you found yourself back where you started.

Outside the gym, you lingered discreetly, observing her in silent contemplation as she vented her frustrations on the punching bag. The reluctance to reenter the premises after your abrupt departure weighed heavily on your conscience, evoking a wave of guilt that got stuck in your throat, making it hard for you to swallow. Shuri persistently unleashed blows upon the bag, oblivious to your watchful gaze through the gym windows. She was wearing a black hoodie, the hood partially resting on her head as her curls peered through. Her baggy sweats and gold chain added to her allure, making it even harder to face her because you were afraid to give into how incredibly good she looked. Her face remained stern, fully absorbed in channeling her anger with every forceful swing. The rhythmic motion caused her gold chain to sway in sync, while her curls glistened with moisture from the perspiration cascading down her forehead. Inhaling deeply, you steeled yourself, readying your mind and body for whatever lay ahead. You tapped on the window, hoping it was loud enough to get her attention in the midst of her obvious frustration. She cast a discerning glance in your direction, punctuating her punches with a few final strikes before walking towards the locked door. As she swung it open, her figure occupied the threshold, leaving no space for you to enter.

“Can I help you?” Her anger was transparent, her tone dripping with passive-aggressiveness, and you acknowledged that she had every reason to feel that way.

“I just came by to say hi.”

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Is that it?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok cool, bye.” She made an abrupt motion, attempting to slam the door in your face, but your well-honed reflexes, that she taught you, came into play as you swiftly intervened, preventing the door from closing.

“Wait Shuri…please. Can I come in?”

Shuri sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she obliged to your request.

She resumed her single boxing session, throwing blows you knew would knock someone out had it been a person instead of a punching bag. You stood uncomfortably on the sidelines, waiting for the right moment to interject and provide her with the explanation you believed she deserved. She persisted in her actions for a few more moments until a rush of calm began to wash over her body. Gradually, the frustration etched on her face began to dissipate, not entirely, but enough to instill a surge of confidence within you that she would be willing to hear what you had to say. She took off her gloves, manspreading on the chair as she unwrapped the bloody cloth that hugged her knuckles.

“Shuri?’

“Hm?”

“I need…fuck. I got to talk to you.”

“There isn’t much to say, y/n. You made your point pretty clear.”

“Actually, I didn’t say enough.”

“Y/n please. I heard you. I heard you loud and clear. You don’t wanna see me and I don’t wanna see you. That’s all I need to know.”

“It wasn’t that simple, Shuri,” you defend yourself.

“You literally just left with no explanation. It’s pretty simple.”

“Well I’m here now, aren’t I??”

“I don’t care. You can go back from wherever the hell you came from.”

“Shuri-”

“What??”

You let out a heavy sigh, creeping your body closer to hers. A mere couple of feet separated you, and you found yourself absorbing her dark gaze as she waited for you to speak. Sweat trickled down her furrowed brows, her face covered in a hostile glare as her jaw clenched in impatience. She was upset. Angry. Hurt that you would leave so abruptly after she worked diligently to make you the skilled boxer you were today.

“I’ve been seeing a new coach. She’s great. Helping me out and shit--”

“Go fuck her then.”

“What? Fuck, let me finish my sentence. You’re being fucking dramatic as hell.”

“Nah, you know what’s dramatic? Fucking crying while being fingered. I didn’t even give you dick.”

Her words caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily disoriented and struggling to recall what you had to say. Shuri thrived on being in control, whether it was in physical confrontations or verbal debates. She possessed an unwavering determination to emerge as the victor, using her skills to secure her position. But this time, you felt she wasn’t playing fair; she had no interest in hearing what you had to say.

“You gonna let me fucking talk now or what?,” you asked abruptly in an attempt to gain control of the argument. Shuri rolled her eyes, tired of hearing you speak but knew you weren’t going anywhere until she let you.

“What I was trying to say, before you rudely cut me off, is I was seeing this trainer and she’s real good and all, she’s been really helpful and shit…but…”

“But…?”

You exhaled deeply, expressing both frustration and weariness as you moved your body towards her. You stood in between her manspread legs, tenderly tracing the contours of her chiseled face which bore faint bruises from her recent boxing match. She lightly winced once your gentle touch came into contact with a fresh bruise that marked her left cheek.

“What happened here? This wasn’t here the last time I saw you.”

“I’m a boxer y/n…shit happens.”

You crouched down to meet her eye level, coming face to face with a defeated Shuri. She looked exhausted, the complete opposite from her usual champion state.

“Listen Shuri. I’m back here because I realized I fucked up, and I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

She leaned into your touch, placing her tender cheek into your palm and you swear you could exhale in relief at the gesture.

“If I’m being completely honest, I was so scared you were going to get caught up in the thrill of it all and forget me,” you stupidly admit. “And I know how stupid that sounds, but I can’t help that that’s how I was feeling. It’s ridiculous, I know. I’m sorry.”

Shuri took your hands, holding them in her own as she placed kisses on your knuckles. A subtle smile appeared on her face right before you playfully tugged one of her curls just to watch it spring back up. You both softly laughed at the gesture, relieving the palpable tension that invaded the room. This was the most gentle you’ve ever seen her, the complete opposite of the tenacious facade she wears in the boxing ring. At last, her lips met yours, momentarily tricking you into believing it was her way of granting forgiveness, only to shatter that illusion with 7 simple words.

“Show me how sorry you are, yeah?”

You nodded, brought back into your compliant state as Shuri’s body language brought back her need for dominance. Rising to her feet, her sculpted physique loomed over you as she proceeded towards the central boxing ring in the gym. You trailed after her like a trainee would, captivated by the prospect of what lesson your coach had in store for you.

"Step into the ring," she commanded, gesturing with a nod of her head. Without hesitation, you complied, entering the boxing ring effortlessly.

“Shuri, what’s happen--”

“Shut up. Take off your clothes. I wanna see you.”

Caught off guard, you cautiously heeded her words, sensing her fervor and determination to finish what she started 3 and a half weeks ago, and there was nothing but an equal eagerness burning inside you. You did as she said, subtly cringing at the cool air as you were left in nothing but your pale blue undergarments. Shuri rested herself against the edge of the ring, her arms crossed on the ledge as she eyed your body. You grew embarrassed as you noticed her wandering eyes come to a halt at the damp spot that developed between your thighs, staining your brand new pair of panties you had just bought.

“I didn’t even touch you, baby,” she teased and you could feel the warmth rise to your face. “Sit down y/n, get comfortable. Spread your legs, I wanna see everything.”

Again, you listen to her without hesitation. You sat down, opening up your legs for her to see. You pulled the fabric to the side, exposing your soaking pussy to her greedy gaze.

“Yeah. You’re gonna have to take those off.”

You do.

“Play with yourself.”

“What? But I want you to do it,” you sulked.

“Hey, who’s the coach here? Me or you?”

“You.”

“Then I don’t wanna hear it. Do as I say, and play with yourself. Show me how fucking sorry you are.”

You nodded, wanting to get this over with so she could get in the ring with you and finish you off herself. You took your fingers, wetting them with your saliva before you began rubbing your clit. You pushed with a subtle aggression into your bundle of nerves, causing your jaw to drop as you bashfully moaned Shuri’s name.

“Shuri.”

A malignant smile appeared on her face, your moans boosting her ego as she dwelled in the effect she had on your body without having to lay a finger on you. The lustful yearning in her eyes grew stronger, as you began thrusting your fingers into your soaking hole. You felt the way your walls expanded, contracting your pussy walls with each reckless plunge.

“Oh my god, Shuri. Yes, Shuri. Just like that. UNH.”

“Damn, it’s really like that? I’m not even touching you.”

You looked down at yourself, entranced with the sight of how your pussy swallowed your fingers with ease. Shuri’s touch remained absent from your body, but your vivid imagination painted pictures you yearned for; pictures of tattooed digits sucked deep into your creamy pussy.

“It should be me watching you in the ring more often. You up for that?”

“Shuri,” you moaned once more, becoming less and less embarrassed with how smoothly her name fell off your immoral lips.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?,” she provokes, arrogance plastered on her face without shame.

“I’m…I’m so close. So fucking close.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, hold on.”

“Huh?”

Shuri entered the ring, gracefully slipping under the flexible rope. She rolled the sleeves of her black hoodie up to her elbows, exposing her tattooed forearms and you almost moaned at the sight. She sat beside you, looking you dead in the eye as you continued to frolic with your aching pussy. You were on the verge of climax, so close to experiencing release, when Shuri abruptly seized your wrist, preventing you from finishing yourself off. A mixture of anguish and longing escaped your lips as Shuri once again denied you the pleasure you craved.

“Why do you keep doing that?,” you cried. You looked pathetic and Shuri reveled in the sight of you.

Shuri remained silent, opting instead to lie down on her back, lifting her hoodie to expose her impeccably sculpted abs and the hint of her Nike boxers that peeked out from her gray sweatpants. The tattoos that trailed down both sides of her torso created a pulse you felt in your cunt as you admired how etched she was.

“Sit…right here,” she ordered, patting her abs to motion you over. You obeyed, straddling her as you felt your bare pussy come in contact with her body. She grabbed your hips, pressing you harshly into her abs as she maneuvered your body to grind against her. Her defined torso grazed your puffy clit and you moaned instantly.

“Aw baby,” she taunts, pressing you down again. “Are we that needy?”

The feeling of her was euphoric, transcending any touch you’ve ever been given. You surrendered to her touch, reveling in the sensation as she pressed against you, utilizing the strength of her abdominal muscles to apply more pressure. Your clit rubs aggressively against her, sparking a fire of pleasure into the nerves that surround it. Your pussy muscles tightened at the way she felt and your body almost gave out.

“Shuri, holy fuck. This feels so good. This feels--shit Shuri. Unh. UNH.”

Your body started to lose its precision, your limbs growing numb as every physical sensation your body had to offer was pushed into your throbbing clit.

“I can’t. I can’t.”

“You can. And you fucking will.” She pushes you harder onto her, flexing her abs to increase the pressure and you could do nothing but accept that she wasn’t letting you go; not from the ring, nor from her grip, and certainly not as her favorite protégé. Your slick glistened, creating a glossy sheen on her dark skin, coating her abs as you moaned in desperation.

“Fuck…fuck Shuri. Fuck, I can’t.”

“Yes you fucking can, I didn’t train you to be a quitter, did I?”

“Unh. Mmmm. Fuck.”

She contracted her abs once more, generating a tantalizing sensation that penetrated deeply into your clit, blending pain and pleasure.

“Did I?,” she repeats.

“N--no.”

“Then shut the fuck up and stop complaining, baby.”

You lowered your upper body to grab Shuri’s throat, using her neck as a support, swiftly seizing control of the situation and catching Shuri completely off guard. Determined to dominate, you intensified the grinding motion against her, urging yourself further into her. As Shuri withdrew her hands from your hips, you continued to rock with an increased intensity; the sight of Shuri struggling with your hands gripping her throat ignited a wild frenzy into your senses.

“Shit y/n. Damn…shit.” Her breaths became staggered as she grabbed your wrists in hopes to remove herself from your tight grasp, but you didn’t budge.

“You’re crazy.” A smirk crept onto your lips as you observed her struggle for something as basic as oxygen. Your pussy clenched, overwhelmed at the sight of her.

“Shit Shuri, I’m so close..I--”

But she overpowered you, swiftly separating you from her body, and a sigh of defeat escaped your lips once again. Shuri proved to be cunning, toying with you as a form of punishment for your abrupt departure without a single word.

“Stop doing that shit, it hurts,” you complained. Shuri stood up, watching the tears fall from your eyes from both the pleasure and pain of your denied orgasm. She reached down to grab your throat, lifting you from the ground to meet her tall stance.

“You complain too fucking much.”

“Mm,” you moaned, grabbing her wrist as she lifted you a little more. You were on your tippy toes, gasping for air as she tightened her grasp around your windpipe.

“Don’t fight it, baby. Just let it happen.”

She took 2 digits, wetting them with your juices before slipping them inside you. She held her hand still as you began to grind down as your body's response to a lack of oxygen.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You couldn't respond as your lungs were fighting to catch a glimpse of air. Truth be told, you were enjoying every second of it.

“I know you do. Your pussy shows it.” With each subtle squeeze, your cunt clenched in response, hugging her fingers that remained deep into you.

“Just a little more,” she whispered, tightening her grip as you squirmed beneath her. Even on your tippy toes, she was slightly taller than you were. You opened your mouth wider in an attempt to gain oxygen but instead a strangled sob came from the back of your throat as you could do nothing but choke for the woman in front of you. Drool fell off your tongue as you began to suffer beneath her tight grasp, and Shuri chuckled in amusement, reveling in the sight of your distress. “You look fucking sexy when you struggle.”

She maintained her hold for a few more moments until she felt you couldn’t take it any longer, letting you go as you collapsed into her arms. Your breathing was labored as you tenderly massaged your throat. Shuri held you close, planting gentle kisses on top of your head while tenderly running her fingers through your box braids. But the act of softness diminished quickly as she tugged on your braids, forcing your eyes back onto hers.

“You still wanna cum, baby?”

More than you ever wanted anything in your life.

You helplessly nodded, willing to do anything to soothe the pleasure that was locked in between your legs.

“You’re really fucking needy.”

“Shuri please,” you begged.

“It’s ok baby, I'm right here. Here, rest against these,” she softly demanded, holding onto the red rope that surrounded the ring. She sat in front of you, unclipping your bra to leave you completely bare for her satisfaction. She wasted no time opening your wet folds, playing with your glistening slit and it’s clearly driving you insane. You were crying, desperately begging for her to finish you off. She avoided your clit, wanting to watch you writhe beneath her touch and a pitiful groan escaped your lips as she inched closer to where you needed her most.

“Aw, poor angel. You need me to take care of you so badly.” Her words were torture, her touch even more so. She took the tips of her index and middle fingers, swirling them just enough inside your hole to drive you into madness. She was so close, yet frustratingly distant from where you yearned for her to be. She brushed aside the braids that obscured your face, perspiration clinging to your skin. Deliberately, she probed deeper with her fingers, eagerly anticipating the reaction your body would offer. You arched against the unsteady rope, utilizing it as leverage while gripping onto the material tightly, your knuckles losing color as you gripped aggressively. Your legs opened wider for the woman in front of you, and she took this as a signal to use you for her consumption. Her forceful strokes were merciless, each thrust in and out compelling you to clench even tighter around her. The desire to keep her inside, to retain her presence until you unleashed your release upon her, consumed you.

“Holy shit, holy fuck Shuri. That feels fucking amazing. You’re doing so--shit.” You began thrusting your hips to match her tempo, allowing her fingers to fall deep into you.

“Pushing against my fingers already?,” she teased. She grabbed your throat once more, bringing your ear to her sultry lips. “That’s fucking pathetic.”

You clasped both your hands around her wrist as a means for stability, driving your hips toward her with aggression; your back falling into the red rope, etching into your sensitive skin.

“You look good like this…my hand around your throat.”

“Unh.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“UNH.”

“Damn, you’re really enjoying this, huh?”

“Mmm, fuuuuck.”

The squelch of your drenched cunt echoed through the gym as you consumed every shove Shuri knocked into you. You felt your release approaching, characterized by rhythmic muscle contractions overtaking your twitching body. Your pussy walls pulsate against her and Shuri could feel you.

“You still sorry, y/n?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.”

She let go of your throat, bringing her hand down your body until she came in contact with your clit. She rubbed you just enough to send your nerves into a frenzy as her other hand continued fingering your pussy walls. You were approaching your limit, unable to bear it any longer. Every sensation surging through your entire being provoked you to the brink of exhaustion and you absolutely needed to cum.

“Shuri?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I gotta..fuck. UNH. I need to cum, please.”

“No.”

“But…it feels so good, too fucking good, oh my goodd.”

“I don’t care how good it feels. You’re not cumming.”

The sensation of your denied pleasure created waves of desire swimming through your veins. Your body began to respond by producing more slick, oozing intensely onto Shuri’s wrist. The blood flow in your pussy increased, heightening the sensitivity in your clit that Shuri was rubbing vigorously. There were numerous reasons Shuri was edging you to insanity; of course she wanted to enhance your impending orgasm but she also wanted to remind you who was in charge, remind you of the power dynamic that always has and always will be between the two of you.

“You wanna cum, y/n?”

“YES.”

“Are you sorry for leaving me?”

“Yeah, oh my god!”

“You gonna stay with me, baby?”

“Mhmmm, yeah. YEAH.”

“That’s cute.”

“Shuri…fuck. PLEASE.”

She pumped a few more times.

“You gonna come to my match next week, princess?”

“Yeah…I’ll come to your fucking match Shuri. SHIT. UNH.”

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

She shoved her fingers into a few more times, bringing her free hand back up to your throat. You whimpered and cried for her, you have never felt a need so heavy in your entire life.

“You did so well for me, y/n. You can cum now, my girl. Let it ou--”

“UNH, FUCK. UNNHHH YEAH. FUCK SHURI, FUCK. YES.”

You cried out in ecstasy, lingering in every throb that your pussy gave you. The pleasure was excruciating, forcing your body to shake uncontrollably against the rope behind you. Your nerves around your clit intensely tingled through your orgasm, only adding to the warm sensation coursing between your legs.

“Oh my god Shuri, holy fuck. YEAH.”

Every orgasm Shuri denied you came back tenfold and you felt it everywhere; a powerful, wave-like sensation that started in your beating cunt and radiated outwards to the rest of your body. Your release was explosive, spraying Shuri as you wiggled and writhed in front of her. Your heart rate increased as you moaned in your well-deserved satisfaction. Shuri praised your body with kisses, allowing you this moment of pure bliss she knew you worked hard for.

“You’re so fucking wet baby, give it all to me.”

“Shuri? Fuck.”

“You still cumming, baby?”

“Yeah…it won’t stop. It’s not stopping.”

“Just feel it, princess. Let it all happen. You deserve it.”

“Mmh, UNH.”

After what felt like an eternity, your body gradually eased back into a state of calm, reconnecting with your surroundings. You went limp, collapsing into Shuri's comforting embrace as she tenderly caressed your brown skin.

“You’re incredible, y/n.”

You nodded, teetering on the edge of sleep in her tender embrace. Sensing your exhaustion, Shuri assisted you in getting dressed again. She gathered your box braids and secured them in a ponytail, giving your face the rest it needed after what she put you through.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n, have I ever told you that?”

“Hmm?”

Shuri smiled.

“Never mind baby. I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah.”

She plants a kiss on your forehead. “Cool.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Before Shuri was scheduled to enter the ring, you went into her locker room mere minutes prior. She was already dressed in her boxing outfit, donning a robe that emphasized her status as the "Panther" champion. Your intention was to offer words of support until you unexpectedly found yourself swiftly hoisted and pressed against the wall, while Shuri's strap loomed inches into you. Aware that someone might be lurking outside, awaiting the arrival of the boxing champion, both of you attempted to maintain minimal noise, but doing so was damn near impossible.

“UNH.”

“Yeah, it’s like that baby? It feels like that?”

“Yeah…I…fuck.”

The intensity of your moans escalated beyond your control, potentially audible to any curious ears lingering outside the door. Shuri found herself needing to clamp your mouth with her hand, reducing the volume of your moans to a muffled sound against her palm. As the pleasure surged through you, your eyes rolled backwards, your saliva escaped your mouth and dripped onto Shuri's hand all while she thrusted with powerful determination.

Your pussy walls began to dilate, squeezing her pulsating strap and Shuri could feel it all. She felt every throb, and she pushed every pounding ache you gave her right back into you, fucking you into oblivion. Shuri knew her clock was ticking, the crowd roaring her name in the distance as you moaned her name into her palm.

“Panther,” you moaned into her skin, using her boxing title that drove Shuri insane. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Uh huh.”

“Look at you…you’re helpless.”

“I wanna cum,” you wined, your lips still pressed into Shuri’s flesh.

“I know baby,” she replied, her voice was smooth. “I can feel it.”

Every single moment spent with Shuri from the past year with her; every lesson, every match, every drive back home, came flooding back to you at this very moment. You were so overcome by the power of Shuri, completely submerged in the way she made you feel both physically and emotionally. You tried to hold your tongue, stop yourself from saying words you didn’t mean, but irrational thinking won against you, compelling you to say the words you probably shouldn’t.

“Shuri?”

She removed her hand from your mouth, leaving you open for anyone to hear.

“Yes, princess?”

“I….unh. I love you.” Tears fell from your eyes in both emotional and physical pleasure, your orgasm paving way into your pussy, itching to be liberated.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you Shuri, I love you.”

“Well I love this tight pussy.”

“Fuck…oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I’m gonna cum.”

“Go ahead, y/n. You’re such a good girl. My good fucking girl.”

You unleashed a primal scream, not a care in the world for the crowd calling Shuri’s name in the distance because the only mouth that mattered to Shuri’s right now was yours. You cursed and whimpered as the boxing champion started to withdraw, reinserting the now lubricated strap back into her boxers and shorts. Once again, you were a wreck.

“Pull yourself together, baby. I’ll see you out there, yeah?”

“Mhmmm.”

She cupped your face, gently kissing you on the forehead.

“Good girl.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Watching Shuri as a boxing champion in the ring will always be one of your top favorite sites to see. It was a captivating experience; from the moment she stepped into the squared arena, an aura of confidence and determination surrounded her. Her presence alone commands attention, and the atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation.

With each move, Shuri displays a perfect blend of agility, strength, and technique. Her footwork is swift and precise, allowing her to effortlessly dodge and weave around her opponents' attacks. Her punches are delivered with a combination of speed and power, landing with precision and impact. She analyzed her opponents weaknesses, using them against them and this was a technique you now knew all too well about.

The crowd roars with excitement as Shuri engages in thrilling exchanges, showcasing her defensive skills by slipping punches and countering with calculated strikes. She exudes a level of grace and finesse that holds a place in your heavy mind.

The energy in the arena becomes electric as Shuri unleashes her signature moves, giving a final blow to her opponent that made her champion of the match.

“Panther! Panther! Panther!”

You clapped like a love-sick fool, proud of the woman that bathed in the crowd's roar. The arena erupted in thunderous applause, acknowledging her as a true boxing champion: The Panther. Shuri basked in her praise for a while, right before she made her way out of the ring to come face you. For a split moment, all eyes were focused on you as you momentarily stole the spotlight from the champion standing in front of you. You were surprised by her unexpected gesture as she brought you in for a kiss for hundreds to see. The crowd cheered you on, applauding the loving gesture you two shared that displayed on the jumbo screen above the ring. Shuri gently parted her lips from yours, and in that fleeting instant, the surrounding crowd seemed to fade into silence, as if the entire room emptied out, leaving just the two of you intertwined. You were overwhelmingly proud of her, on the brink of tears as she smiled at you.

“I love you,” she confessed, loud enough for only your ears to hear as the audience continued their Panther praise.

“Panther! Panther! Panther!”

“I love you,” she reiterated, holding you one last time before she made her way back into the boxing ring. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

#shuri x you #shuri black panther #shuri x reader #smut #shuri fanfiction #shuri smut #sub!y/n #lesbian

[atiny-moon]

Warmup 001 - Yunho

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI.

Genre: Smut, Drabble

Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader

Tags: Gamer boyfriend Yunho, fingering, dirty talk

Word Count: 1K

Send in ur asks & maybe I’ll use ur req for a warmup!

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI.

It was sometime in the early evening on a lazy Sunday. You and Yunho had spent the entire weekend playing video games. Specifically, Valorant. He was ranked insanely high and after watching him play for a few rounds you figured it couldn’t be that hard. Pfft, yeah right. You sat down for what you thought would be one game and it soon derailed into an entire weekend. It’s not like either of you were complaining - if anything, it brought the both of you closer together to have a shared hobby.

Yunho stepped away from his computer for a moment only to return and find you in another match. He came to stand behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. Using that calming voice of his, he coached you until you were the last player standing. He leaned in close and whispered, “If you win this I’ll make you cum.”

You could feel your face burn up with a blush. You sat up in your chair and carefully tiptoed your way through the map. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of red. You reacted before you even knew what it was only to have the ‘WON’ banner flash across your screen. Yunho squeezed your shoulders and placed a kiss to the shell of your ear, “Good job, babygirl.”

You squirmed in your seat at the sweet sounds of Yunho’s words. And he said it so close to your ear too. The warmth of his breath initiating a wave of goosebumps to rush over your body and settle in-between your thighs. You hummed slightly and leaned your head to the side, allowing Yunho more access to your neck and shoulder. He was all too keen to kiss the exposed skin. Trailing his soft lips along the sensitive parts of your neck. It tickled you in ways that made your core tingle.

His hands moved from your shoulder down to your chest. One of his hands lingered on your breasts while his other trailed to the area between your thighs. He dragged the tips of his finger nails along the insides of your thigh. Little moans in the forms of small breaths fell from your lips. Yunho smiled into your shoulder. He liked how you reacted to his touch - made him feel so very, very wanted.

But he had his own wants and desires. And currently all of those wants and desires were obscured by the cloth of your panties. His deft fingers slid under your shorts and passed your undies until two of his fingers were pressed into your clit. Immediately your back arched and another series of moans fell from your lips. Yunho watched as your body responded to his touches, encouraging his fingers to draw small circles on your clit.

Your hands dug into the arms of your computer chair while Yunho toyed with you. Your face scrunched up in pleasure as his fingers carefully chased that orgasm for you. He pulled away from your neck to watch you writhe in pleasure. “Fuck, you look so pretty like that.”

He massaged his fingers into your core. But you were so fucking wet his digits were barely creating any friction. That’s when you started jerking your hips into his hand - eager for Yunho’s touch on your dripping cunt.

“More, Yuyu..” you breathed out. “Please give me more.”

He groaned in response, his own excitement building in his core. Yunho happily obliged and carefully slipped in one then two of his long fingers into your waiting entrance. He pushed his fingers all the way and then curled them so they hit that sensitive spot perfectly. You threw your head back and tried to moan but nothing could come out - not with how deliciously full you felt with just two of Yunho’s fingers in your cunt.

“Oh, fuck, your fingers feel so good inside me..” you cried out.

Yunho again groaned in response, he loved the way you praised him. He pulled his fingers out and then slowly pushed them back in. He repeated the slow push and pull until he could feel your hips rocking against his hand.

“My babygirl is so needy. Does she want me to make her cum?” Yunho asked as he pulled his fingers out from inside you and kept them just out of reach. You chased his fingers with your hips, yearning for his fingers inside you once more.

“Yes, please, Yuyu. Make me cum.” You begged. You were practically whimpering the way you craved both his touch and the orgasm that was promised. Yunho sank his fingers into your pussy and pushed them all the way in until his palm was pressed flush against your cunt. You wiggled in your chair, trying to get adjusted to the feeling of him being so fucking deep but Yunho did not care. You wanted to cum and he was going to make you cum.

He curled his fingers deep into your cunt and did a ‘come here’ motion. It felt too good. The pleasure was immediate and intense - it was the perfect amount of pressure with just the right touch, you could have cum right then and there. Yunho continued. He curled his fingers into you over and over again with that gamer boy speed. You tried to push his hand away but that’s where Yunho wrapped his free arm around you and held you in place. He continued to finger fuck the ever living shit out of your pussy until your orgasm was just on the horizon. You squeezed your eyes shut as the intensity of the orgasm ripped through your body.

Yunho helped you ride the waves of your orgasm - easing the pace of his fingers little by little until you were able to open your eyes again and breathe normally. You were still catching your breath when Yunho detangled himself from you. He patted your head and said, “Get to Radiant and see what happens.”

Yunho laughed softly. He returned to his chair - only a few feet away from you and logged back into the game. You sat in your chair for a while longer, catching your breath. Maybe Valorant wasn’t so bad.

#ateez fanfic #yunho smut #x reader #x you #ateez smut #x y/n smut #smut #ateez imagines #hard hours #yunho x reader #ateez fic #drabble

[mykneeshurt]

Pray

Image by - emmakatka on Flickr

Priest AU

Father Keegan Russ x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut Heavy use of religious imagery, sexualising religion (Christianity/Roman Catholicism), so much smut and blasphemy, all chapters are explicit but all consensual

A/N - I’ve kept this as AFAB as there are no pronouns used, however you are a nun. Which is a female vocation, so if this needs to be changed to female please let me know! This was inspired by joyceartworks on instagram, her nun series is one of my favourite pieces of artwork.

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You stepped off the coach, into a small beaten up town in the middle of the Appalachians. It was late afternoon, verging on evening as the sun set behind the mountain range in the distance. The trees were starting to turn, in front of you was a beautiful valley, filled with reds, oranges, browns as the autumn took hold of the sleepy town. The town looked run down, eerily quiet even. Holding the tunic of your habit you fought against the strong breeze which suffocated the town.

A white church sat in a field opposite the coach stop, rotting in the deafening silence of the misty mountain town. Gravestones littered the perimeter, each one covered in moss, crumbling back into the earth. A sign next to it read ‘Jesus is Lord. He is coming soon. Repent.’ This would be your home for the next few months, your Reverend Mother had sent you here for your next mission.

‘Help Father Keegan Russ with the souls of the damned.’

You’d met him briefly before on a few occasions, and ever since his piercing ice grey eyes had lingered in your mind. The smirk he gave you when he shook your hand still kissed your skin and the heat from his gaze still penetrated your core. He was going to test your faith, that you knew for certain.

As you entered the church the door closed behind you with a thud. The old wood barely hanging onto life with each use. The floor was stained a dark cherry colour, with stark contrasting white walls. Cracks crept along the structure, the wooden floor creaking beneath your feet with each step. A huge cross loomed over the alter, also a deep cherry colour.

Darkness soon slithered through the windows of the Church, a cool draft following it. The pre-lit candles on the walls illuminated the room with a golden glow, shadows danced in the dark corners where the light refused to touch. Each flame danced with the chill that filled the old building.

A door opening at the side of the altar made you jump. Clutching your chest you spun around only to see Father Russ emerge from his quarters. ‘Ah! You’re here!’ He bellowed as he approached you. He was dressed in all black, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his Roman collar contrasting perfectly against his shirt. It made his eyes pop even more. Almost hypnotising.

Grabbing your suitcase he gestured for you to follow him, both pairs of footsteps echoed in the empty church as he led you to his quarters. You instantly felt the energy shift, his presence permeated your being, not even the rosary you wore could keep him away.

He showed you around his quarters and to your room, which was adjacent to his own. A simple bed, desk and wardrobe adorned your room. A dull orange glow emanated from the single light in the centre of the room. Dropping your suitcase down he leant against the door frame. ‘Dinner will be ready soon, why don’t you get freshened up. We can eat then I’ll show you the Church and go through what your duties will be.’

You nodded, giving him a warm smile. But not before casting your eyes over his body, you tried to fight it but you were drawn to him. His biceps bulged under his black shirt, his broad frame nearly filled the door frame, accentuated by his small waist, only adding to his impressive physique.

———

Sometime later there was a knock at your door, opening it you were met with him. An embarrassed look on his face. ‘Father Russ? Is everything ok?’ You asked, trying to fight the heat that bubbled to the surface. ‘Change of plan. I’ll show you the Church now, I forgot to turn the stove on.’ He admitted whilst scratching the back of his neck. Giggling you gave him a bright smile ‘ok, lead the way Father.’

He showed you the confessional booth, where the hymn books were kept, and took you through your duties whilst you stayed here. Sitting on the altar steps you exchanged pleasant conversation, he sat close to you. Thighs spread as he leant on them, watching you from the corner of his eye. ‘Would you like to pray before dinner?’ He offered, as he shifted his posture.

‘Yes Father.’

‘Kneel’ he ordered before he got to his feet. Doing as you were told you knelt before the altar, hands clasped around your rosary. He brought forward the Ciborium, a simple golden cup which held the host. You looked up at him through your lashes, eager to please the man before you. Eager to please God.

Standing over you he peered down into your eyes, an invisible force pulling you deeper and deeper into the temptation of sin. You tried to rid your mind of the impure thoughts that plagued you, you tried to focus on Gods words, you tried to ignore the primal feeling that surged within your core.

God how you tried.

Releasing his hand from the cup he traced his thumb along your bottom lip, along your jaw. ‘May God keep you in enternal life’ he muttered as he pulled your jaw open. You were the picture of innocence, on your knees, doe like eyes, mouth open ready to receive the body of Christ.

But within than innocence a deep wickedness hid within the shadows.

His eyes lit up as he noticed your tongue piercing, ‘and what’s this?’ He asked as he cocked his head to the side, thumb still burning on your lip. Your face changed, from an innocent lamb to a wolf in sheep’s clothing. ‘What the Reverend Mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her’ you purred as you gently kissed the pad of his thumb.

You watched as his breath caught in his chest. Maybe God sent you here to test him. A test you hoped he’d fail.

He placed the host gently on your tongue and watched has it melted in your mouth. You kept your focus purely on him as you swallowed, slowly. Biting your lip as you rose to your feet. You were mere inches away from each other, the empty space in between you bursting with energy.

Reaching down you picked up the host, he raised a brow ‘you know you shouldn’t be touching that.’

‘Better to ask for forgiveness than for permission, maybe you should take it back’ you quipped as you placed it on your tongue. Pulling him in by his belt his body slammed into yours.

He regarded you for a second, battling with God, battling with his faith.

Eventually he snaked his hand around your neck pulling you into a kiss, using your tongue you moved the host from your mouth to his. Using your neck he pulled you deeper, closer. Your hands still lingered on his belt, feeling his erection grow beneath the fabric.

You pulled away and watched as he swallowed the host. You searched his icy eyes, the windows to his soul. While his face remained stoic, his eyes had a glint to them. A twinkle. Much like your own. Both of you in this moment wanting to test your God, wanting to give into this sin of lust, wanting to bite the apple.

He moved first, pushing you against the altar. He lifted you onto it with ease, pushing his lips onto yours, unrelenting, unforgiving, all consuming. You kissed him back, arms wrapped around his neck as he laid you down. His hands slipped under your habit, mapping your body beneath your clothes.

Palming at your breasts he felt the unmistakeable presence of a nipple piecing. He groaned into your mouth at his finding, rolling his hips into you. His hard cock slowly rubbed against your cunt as he held your waist, fingertips threatening to bruise your skin. Nipping at his bottom lip he pulled away, ‘I knew God was testing me when he sent you to me’ he smiled.

‘Mmm’ you hummed as you cupped his jaw, ‘seems like we’ve both failed.’

Sitting up you pulled at his belt, desperately trying to get to what you wanted. Hiking up your habit skirt he pulled down your tights, finding beneath them lace adorned panties. ‘God’ he whimpered, already feeling how wet you were for him. ‘Don’t take the lords name in vain Father’ you smirked. He ran a finger along your slit causing a sharp moan to burst from your chest.

Placing his forehead against yours he inhaled your moans of pleasure as he inserted his finger. Cradling the back of your head he held you close, whispering words of praise, words of adoration.

Gazing into his eyes your pupils were blown wide with pleasure, breath heavy and thick as he added another finger. ‘Don’t stop Father, please’ you muttered under a strained breath. Thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy, you said a silent prayer to yourself. Begging God forgiveness, begging him to let you cum.

‘Take me Father, take me here, in front of him, in front of his angels, in front of his cross’ you pleaded, gripping onto his shirt, his neck. He removed his fingers, watching as they glistened in the golden light of the Church. Placing them on his tongue he savoured your taste, his once icy grey eyes now a river of black. ‘Divine’ he whispered beneath his breath.

Unbuckling his belt he released his painfully erect cock, and lined it up to your entrance. With one smooth thrust he pushed into you, leaving you gasping for air at his stretch. ‘Yes Father’ you whined as he pulled your hips off the alter forcing you to wrap your legs around him. Each movement was calculated and swift, adoring rather than punishing.

You leant back onto the alter, eyes fixed on the cross as he fucked you. He watched as you bit your lip, as you gripped the white linen between your fingers, as your eyes rolled. He’d wanted this since the first time he’d met you, spending many a night cock in his hand thinking of you. Thinking of your taste.

It was better than the host.

It was better than the sacramental wine.

Better than forgiveness.

Better than God.

Soft whines fell from your lips as his breathlessness hung in the air. Each slap of skin rung out in the Church, each thrust begged for forgiveness, begged for redemption. He knew he’d spend the rest of his life begging God for absolution of he could keep his cock buried in your perfect cunt.

‘Pray for me Father. Pray for us’ you managed to ask, in between your pants and whines. Pulling out he quickly repositioned you, your back arched against him as he held your throat to his shoulder. Slipping inside you once more as he hovered above your lips.

‘Soul of Christ, sanctify me’ he began … ‘body of Christ, save me - thrust - Blood of Christ, inebriate me; - thrust - Water from the side of Christ, wash me; - thrust - Passion of Christ, strengthen me’ he whispered, his breath tickling your lips. His eyes transfixed on yours, his words being absorbed into your skin.

‘O good Jesus hear me; Within your wounds hide me;’ he said as he added a finger to your clit. ‘Separated from you, let me never be; From the evil one protect me’ he emphasised the word evil as he added more pressure to your clit. You moaned into his mouth, providing him with the very oxygen he needed to live.

‘At the hour of my death, call me; and close to you bid me; That with your saints, I may be praising you forever and ever. Amen.’ As he finished the prayer your orgasm washed over you like a blinding light, your muscles constricted, wound tightly as if round a tree. Your eyes screwed shut as the intense wave of pleasure made you ascend.

He held you close to him still, watching as your face contorted with the ultimate pleasure of lust. His fingers still lightly brushed over your sensitive clit, making you buck from overstimulation. He was close. But this isn’t how he wanted you.

His thrusts slowed as he kissed you, slowly releasing your neck and finally pulling out of you. Breaking the kiss he placed his fingers in your mouth, you ran your tongue over his fingers. ‘Kneel’ he whispered just like he did before. A sign of reverence. Except this time he used his fingers in your mouth to push you down, guiding you.

Kneeling before him your clasped your hands once more watching as he pumped his cock before you. Biting your lip you recited your own prayer. ‘I’m truly sorry for all my sins. Please fill me with your grace.’ After the final word you stuck your tongue out, the silver piercing in clear view. He caressed your jaw as he neared his high, soft whimpers and grunts rang in your ears as he came into your mouth, onto your tongue.

The silky white fluid ran to the back of your throat as you swallowed eagerly. Not wanting to waste a drop. Not wanting displease his holiness, instead wanting to show your devotion to him. His face was flushed as he lifted his head, smiling down on you as he tucked himself away. Giving you his hand he helped you up, kissing you one last time, ‘I fear we may really have to beg for forgiveness for this’ he smirked.

‘Oh I’m counting on it Father.’

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A/N - I fucking love Appalachian gothic/mid west gothic it has my heart

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[harlowhockeystick]

9 and 18 with coach!sid please <3

"without ever touching him, how can i be guilty as sin?" & "i can tell when someone wants me" | poetic prompts | warnings: smut (18+ MDNI, i can redo if you don't want smut with these prompts!)

takes place after this fic.

"girl, quit eye fucking and leave some room for the rest of us. i can tell your fantasizing, but i don't blame you."

"i'm not touching him, so how can i be guilty of anything?" y/n co-workers words snap her out of her daze as she teases back. it was the beginning of an emergency staff meeting, the meaning was unknown and it was causing quite the buzz around the gymnasium. teachers, admin, and athletic staff alike were sitting together asking each other what they'd heard, known, or if they were getting fired. there was a heavy level of anxiety sitting in the room amongst them.

"sorry," y/n mumbled and sitting up straight. her friend chuckled beside her. but she couldn't help but stare, it had been a week since their dinner together, and it was all she could think about. she'd had trouble teaching, would zone out when talking to carter, their scandalous encounter was taking over her life.

"what do you think they're gonna talk about?" the other teacher asked sitting next to her, sipping coffee out of her tumbler and scrolling through emails looking for clues. "i think they're gonna talk about staff relationships."

her words made y/n's stomach drop. did it get out? did someone see her car at his house? did carter say something? did carter find out? it's amazing how many questions can run through the brain in just two seconds.

"i heard that the boys tennis coach, thomas, is having an affair with the girls tennis coach. i think one of the players caught them in the athletic offices but they did something to keep the kid quiet." y/n feels her nerves calm down, but not all that much. her eyes met with sidney's and she felt like he was trying to silently tell her something but she couldn't pick up on it. they weren't that connected.

yet.

moments later the superintendent gets on the mic and announces to faculty that in fact, both the girls and boys tennis coach were let go due to their actions. the boys coach resigned, and the girls coach was fired due to threatening the school district since she didn't do anything wrong and she was a single woman.

she felt a ball coil up inside her stomach as the staff were reminded of the policy: relationships among staff must be brought before the board if they occur within the school year. it was a district policy, to keep drama out of the way, and to keep relationships private to the parties benefit. at least, that was the way it was explained.

-

that meeting was bullshit. sent 10:45 am

y/n's phone pings signaling a text from sidney. she reads it as her students are taking their test. she feels butterflies and anxiety at the same time. her leg bouncing underneath her desk as she plans a reply.

...but what did he mean? was he against the rule, meaning he wanted a relationship? or was it just a waste of time? yes, it was a waste of time.

i know, it could have just been an email. sent 10:48

he never responds, but she gets too busy with other class periods. she gets lost back in time once more, fantasizing about that night. during lunch break spent in her darkened classroom, a bowl of warmed up soup in front of her as she grades papers until the next class comes through.

but she gets lost, in the deep trance of the memory of him. if she thinks really hard she can still feel his tongue sliding against her slick core, she can feel herself coming undone again at the force of his skilled and talented body.

she can feel his calloused but soft hands sliding down her body, grasping at her breasts while he sucks all of the sweet juice that flows out of her. she remembers her back arching off his wooden dinner table while he lapped at her for at least ten minutes straight, before he slid his thick cock inside of her for another ten.

she's taken out of her daydream by the sound of the school bell. she has three minutes to get herself back in order to teach again. she considers assigning today a reading and catch up day...so she can continue to reminisce.

dinner at my place? sent 1:23 pm

hell yes sent 1:24 pm

-

"you're bad at hiding your feelings, y/n." sidney stated, flipping over the steak on the grill and setting his wine glass down on the granite countertop. y/n sat on the barstool across from him, drinking a cocktail she made herself.

"what's that supposed to mean?" she took a bigger swig of the alcohol this time, holding eye contact with him as he leaned onto the countertop with his hands, making himself appear bigger in front of her. it worked.

"i can tell when someone wants me. half the women in that school want me, but you're the only one who went for it." she feels like a crook who was caught. "i know you act like last week didn't happen, but it's all i've been thinking about." now he's standing just inches from her on his back patio, the smell of grilled steak and vegetables filling her brain and the firm but agonizing touch making her go weak.

"it's all i can think about too." his thumb glides across her cheek, his whiskey colored eyes staring into her soul, what it feels like for hours. he bites his lip and she thinks she's gonna pass out.

"tell me what you thought about, maybe we'll reenact it after dinner. can't have you eating cold steak, can i?"

#GIF??? HOLY SHIT #j's writing #coach!sidney #coach!sid #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby x reader #sidney crosby smut #sidney crosby blurb #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl smut #hockey imagine #hockey x reader #hockey smut

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

{2:22am} -Bangchan

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Word count: .3k

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Warnings: 18+, MDNI,  cumming inside, protected sex, cock riding.

A/N: Heaps more to come lol i am on a roll. 

"A-ah Chris", you scream while bouncing on his cock. 2 am booty calls to the company have become regular occurrences recently. 

"G-god, you are so fucking tight", he moans into your chest. He takes your breast in his mouth, popping and flicking your nipple. 

"Please…harder", you moan, tossing your head back and arching your body. Chan placed his hand on your arse, lifting you up off the work chair you'd been riding him on for the last five minutes. 

Moving over to the couch, Chan wasted no time sitting you back on his lap. "You want me to fuck you harder baby?" he said, inserting his member back inside. 

"Please….harder" was all you could get out. 

Suddenly, Chan slams himself inside of you and the echoes of your skin slapping together "Shit….soooo good", you whine, his cock slamming into you repeatedly. 

As he hits your sweet spot, you call, "So close.". Chris closes his eyes as he feels your pussy tighten around his cock. 

"Shit", he cries as you release around his cock.

"I'm not finished with you yet," he says, holding your hips in place and pulling out of you so he can lay you down on the coach.

He uses his fingers to spread your folds, sending pleasure jolts up your body. Lifting your hips slightly, he thrusts into you again. 

Pumping into your core, causing you to squirm under him, grabbing the armrest to support yourself more. As his thrust becomes more intense, you can hear him grunting as he fills you with his seed. 

"Holy shiiitt", he manages to get out before slowing down his thrusts, trying to ride out his high. 

"So, how was that?" He smiled. 

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★  𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒. + 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. to your surprise, Toji shows up at your family holiday get together looking nothing but charming, and making buddies with your aunties but he quickly makes it clear that he's only there for you and that he really misses you.

─── ☆ notes. i failed the: trying to post all the wips i have without getting distracted by another idea challenge .

─── ☆ length. 2.4k (19 min read) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, porn with barely any plot, collage au, teacher and student relationship, secret relationship, legal age gap, corruption kink(?), oral sex(f), quickies, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, annoying cousin core, nosy relatives, holiday break is brought up but not in detail, gotta be a few typos in there somewhere knowing me | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Once you had a taste of the true freedom that came with adulthood, you never wanted to come back home to your strict parents. Growing up with strict parents who didn't do anything but breathe down your neck your entire life 

Making you out to be nothing but the naive and sweet daughter that they could form from their generic cookie-cutter mold that came with being from your pristine and perfect family. 

The only time you were truly yourself was when you were away from your parent's reach and guidance in another state, and you were allowed to spend the time wilding out at college. 

While all you had to do was keep your grades straight, knowing your parents would pull you out of school the second they learned that you were even thinking about falling behind.

There were still times when all you could do was study because your social life hinged on whether or not you passed all of the courses that your parents had hand-picked for the degree that they had planned for you. 

But, unbeknownst to your parents, you weren't the timid little homebody they imagined you to be during those breaks in between classes and studies. 

It was easy to come out of your shell with the type of extroverted roommates and friends that you had.

Not to mention the glow up you had when finally learning how to dress in a style that wasn't handpicked by your overbearing mother. 

It was only a matter of time before you would catch the eye of someone on campus, but none of those boys really mattered when it came to competing with a certain older man in your life.

You had met Toji when he was your university's fitness coach, spotting him while he was in the open gym. 

you had thought he was just another fit hot college guy, given the swarm of other guys around him being friendly toward him.

Judging him to be just another conceded gym rat, it took your very unathletic behavior for him to notice you right away striking up a conversation with you on how you would end up straining your back and possibly snapping your spine holding a weight the way that you did.

The incident was enough to spark a small friendship, becoming your gym buddy.

It was around that time that you found out he was pushing forty the same age as your parents. but that didn't seem to bother you much given that a few weeks after that discovery you would make the first move and offer to have more than a friendship with Toji. 

That was the same night you had found out how it felt to be overstimulated from having one too many orgasms. 

you weren't bothered by Toji's age, the upkeep of his appearance being the main reason you hadn't bat an eye at your relationship only really keeping him on the down low just cause he was a high school friend with your father—and the entire reason you had even gotten accepted into the college by the sake of his reference—in which the bond that he had with your dad was something close to brotherly love, yet how you two had just met around the time you were 21 and thriving with beauty was just the messy work of god stirring the pot from above. 

You would agree that your relationship with Toji was just a bit along the lines of being taboo, going behind closed doors to release some of that exam season tension if there's one thing Toji was skilled at it was how to make you relax. 

Exams weren’t the only reason you were forced to settle down from your new free spirited weekend plans, but it was the holiday season once more where you bid your dorm room farewell traveling back to the house you grew up in. 

it only took a step into your family home to have you reverting back to that docile child you once were a few years back when you were an undermotivated higher schooler being a walking minion to every command from your parents and elders. 

Expecting the break to unroll the same as every other holiday break did while you were home, especially given that your parents were the ones hosting a dinner party, having everyone spread all along the place. 

What you hadn't expected to see among the familiar faces of your relatives, was the man that you were hooking up with standing tall and lean in your living room chatting it up with your handsy aunties.

you had only been gone for three days, yet your eyes latched onto Toji as if it were the first time in years you had seen him again.

The older women flocked around him, snickering at his attractive face and clinging to any ounce of attention that he gave them.

You couldn't show that you were starting to become jealous and also a bit disgusted over some of the ways they would compliment him "grown people talk" they would call it before telling you to mind your business and bump you out of the conversation. 

It wasn't Toji's fault that he was just drop-dead gorgeous, dressed in a plain button down and dark slacks, had you thought he managed to look so attractive.

With his collar unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up to the mid of his forearms daring to show off just how muscular he truly was as if the way his shirt hadn't hugged him at the waist wasn't enough. 

You had to remember how to breathe again once you had caught sight of how well his pants were fitting him. 

It was a frustrating game of cat and mouse throughout the afternoon, no matter how hard you had tried to break away from a conversation a new person would come around the corner calling out your name just to bombard you with the same boring questions on how your life was going. 

It was the same boring questions that you were just starting to answer things on autopilot, one of your older cousins catching you off guard going off script, and striking you at just the right time for you to spill all the juicy details on your dating life. 

Catching more attention even your aunts suddenly became interested in your conversation perching up to hear all about what you were off doing at college. 

you weren't stupid, knowing that most of them were listening just to get dirt and gossip ready to flap their mouths to your parents about how much of an "adventure" you were on instead of focusing on your studies.

You decided to tease the idea a bit instead referring to Toji as “just a boy you were talking to” reassuring them that it was absolutely nothing that seriously held you back from your grades. 

Toji had seemed to find your answer so hilarious, not even bothering to hide his chuckle or the way he bit his lip staring you down as if he were undressing you.

The eye contact hadn't gone on long enough for anyone else but you to notice, turning away from you as he continued with his conversation with one of your relatives. 

Your cousin thought it was all bullshit, given your lack of track record in the dating department.

Toji being your first real “boyfriend” since one of the church boys your father was trying to set you up with or the one time you had gotten asked out as a prank you couldn't judge her much on the assumption. 

You wondered how shocked everyone would be if they knew what type of relationship you had with Toji. 

How crude they would find it that the minute you could slip away upstairs to your bathroom with Toji right on your tail just to have his head between your legs and his working all your tension away with his skilled mouth.

The moment that you had shut and locked the door Toji was all over you. His muscular arms reached to grab you by the back of your thigh, lifting you up to sit on top of the sink. 

The clatter of the soap dispenser and toothbrushes falling to the floor was quickly disregarded by the both of you being wedged against the wall and Toji’s chest, just for him to drop to his knees on the floor and part your legs diving under your skirt. 

Hurried rough kisses turning into you having to hold your skirt up to your stomach with the same arm that you used to muffle the sounds coming from your mouth. 

The spread of Toji’s hands wrapped around your legs could almost fit the spread plush of your thick thighs, as they rested against the countertop. 

His touch was warm against your skin, yet not comparable to how hot his mouth felt against his tongue worked against your clit. 

He licked and sucked like he had craved the taste of you, not even a few days apart, and yet he would never admit how much he had missed you. “Relax honey I gotcha” Toji spoke with a rasp from between your thighs.

A whine parted from your lips as he made do with his fingers pressing into you with a shuddering sound of your arousal sucking the digits in deeper, distracting you with his thumb rubbing against your clit.

All you could do was melt against his touch alluring, holding yourself up against the counter with the bend of your other arm. 

When you had repositioned yourself to knot your hand into a fistful of Toji’s hair, had you seen the small squares from the tiles being pressed into your skin like patterns indented into your flesh. 

Toji hand trailed up your leg hooking at your knee and pushing it up to place one leg up against the counter for better access between your legs. 

His fingers wandered high, up past your waist finding the hem of your shirt, and sneaking under to find your bra needing your breast under the cups enticing a small cute noise of encouragement from you.

The wet noises from his fingers pistoning in and out of you quickly filled the small room, with the feeling of his other circling against the bud of your nipple, and the sensitivity to his touch was promising your orgasm was quick to come. 

And then the door handle rattled, and your body went rigid. 

Your hands flew to the knob of the sink, turning the water on to drain out your own noise of wetness squelching against Toji's fingers. 

His lips pulled away from yours down under, and you shuddered at the sight of him crouched down with his lips glossed and eyes glazed over, watching his dark eyes glance at the door before flickering to look at you with a smirk. 

The interruption came in the form of your cousin behind the door making a fuss about you hiding away from everyone, their voice heard insulting you for being so antisocial.

“Okay, I’ll be out soon.” You had tried to shout but part of your words struggled as your hips jerked. Toji’s fingers are inside of you, finally understanding the mischievousness behind his smile still looking at you as if he were observing. 

“Girl hurry up, don't make me tell your mom you’re out here locking doors!”

Your head fell back against the wall, cursing your family for being the world's biggest cockblocks. 

Toji stood to his feet, pressing his face against your neck nuzzling his chin against your nape. You tilted your head to the side to make more of the kisses that he trailed to the expose of your collarbone. 

“Let’s make this quick.” He whispered into your ear, sending a shiver up your spine that had you arching away from the wall pressing into his chest. 

It took your brain a moment to process what he had meant behind the suggestion, startled at the sudden push of his tip being replaced by his fingers too far gone to even hear him undo his belts and unzip his pants. 

The thrust of his hips made a punched noise come from your throat, a noise that your cousin would have definitely heard from behind the door if it weren't for Toji pressing his palm against your mouth. 

His hand kept your chorus of whimpers to a minimum, trembling at how effective his pace was. 

Your arms wrapped around the arm holding your mouth shut, “Come on princess, you gotta let it go.” 

The tingles that followed after the nickname had your eyes rolling, pressing them closed tight to the point where you were seeing stars.

Too far gone to worry about the death grip you had against Toji’s forearm, your nails making crescent marks into his pale skin as your orgasm had finally been coaxed out of you. 

Your body trembled as Toji held your hips in place to keep you from falling off the countertop. 

He hummed as your thighs trapped him against you for a beat longer, planting him in place until you had come down from your high letting your legs part. 

The first thing you processed was Toji caressing your face softly, waiting for your eyes to open before pulling you in for a quick kiss. 

“You owe me.” He placed another kiss against your temple. “Big time.” and then you were once more empty. 

Blinking you realized Toji was tucking himself back into his pants, making an effort to appear like he hadn't just done a quickie with his best friend's daughter in their family bathroom. 

Watching as he shifted his hands through his pants, trying to reposition himself so it wasn't obvious that he had an erection. 

Toji was a gentleman as he helped you slip your panties back on, having to hop from the counter to shimmy them back on over your thighs. 

“I think I officially hate my family.” You exhale, reaching towards Toji for one final hug pressing against his very obvious dick print.

The spread of his palm meeting your entire face, the man swerving your embrace instead spinning to face the door. 

“Yeah yeah,” he muttered, carrying no real threat in his tone instead teasing you by pulling you with your back against his chest and pressing himself against your leg.

“Just know I’m only being a gentleman because your family is here but next time I won't be as merciful.”

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Sport-based Steddie Fics

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Pep Rally Boyfriend

spaceyloser

If one thing is taken seriously by the athletes of Hawkins High, it's a wager. The craziest, most impossible bets, dares, and pranks live in infamy. The stupid teenagers involved? They are legendary. The 1984-85 school year is no exception. No bet is made casually, no dare given lightly, and no prank is half-assed.

Steve Harrington, Senior Captain of the Hawkins Basketball team, wakes up on a dewy September morning hungover and with blurry memories. All he knows is that he made a bet and he lost. The consequences? Steve must be a cheerleader for the entire Hawkins football season.

Humiliated to his core, Steve cannot avoid his punishment, lest he face much more serious consequences. Luckily, he has an ally in Chrissy Cunningham and her band friends. Robin Buckley seems nice. Eddie Munson? Well, he's interesting to say the least.

Words : 72,016 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

The Beginning And End Of Everything

Kwills91

Steve Harrington has lost everything. Head injuries forcing him to retire from the sport he loves. And he's not sure how to move on.

Until he meets disgraced figure skater, Eddie Munson - who is mounting a comeback.

Eddie and Steve learn that they have more in common than they first think and Steve thinks he's found a new best friend.

But things get confusing when he realises he might want more than friendship.

Words : 80,588 Chapters : 7/7 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Just two strangers, meeting at the pool

corrodedbisexual (mishabawlins)

Gold Olympic medalist Steve Harrington decides to retire at 25 years old and become a newbie swim coach.

Eddie Munson, frontman of the well-known rockband Corroded Coffin, is also 25 when he realizes it's getting too embarrassing to be an adult who never learned to swim.

Technically, they are strangers. But not really. Not with the way they have secretly followed each other's careers over the years.

Words : 1,658 Chapters : 2/2 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Catch Me (I'm Falling)

fragilecapric0rn

He punches a number onto the keypad and hands it back to Steve. Before he can fully bring the phone back into his possession, Eddie takes hold of the dangling Hello Kitty charm, using it to pull Steve back toward him, just a bit.

“No funny business, Harrington.”

Steve looks at him then down at his cell phone, the rhinestones on it leftover from Robin’s bedazzling phase and the Hello Kitty charm he’s holding hostage and then back up at him.

“Get a fucking clue, Munson.” He laughs and snaps his cellphone shut. He doesn’t wait for Eddie’s blank stare to catch on before he’s turning to leave.

Words : 32,987 Chapters : 7/7 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

How to Become King of the Court

Beachdreamy

"That first time he dove, scraping his knees along the court and coming away blistered and burned and with a bloody nose he knew he had found his place. His home."

In which Steve Harrington has been playing volleyball since he was ten years old. Now, at 18, he finds himself back at the court where he first found himself - this time as the coach for a rag tag team of youth co-eds.

Words : 57,148 Chapters : 6/6 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Thunderstruck

steadyasitgoes

By the end of the game, Eddie totally gets the whole football thing. It’s fast, there are terrifying stunts of athleticism, the muscles, the pants. He gets it

Words : 28,971 Chapters : 6/6 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Swing and a Miss

deadonarrival

“Hey so … I have some mixed news,” Steve says.

“Uh oh,” Eddie says, “are they changing your position, are you gonna be a — like a third base catcher man?”

Steve laughs and shakes his head, “no, nothing that bad - I found out more about the whole like, bringing a person along thing.”

“Oh cool,” Eddie says, sliding down on the couch next to him, “do I get like a fancy VIP pass?”

“You do,” Steve says, “there’s just one catch.”

“Okay?” Eddie asks, tilting his head and reaching for the tv remote.

“Apparently they usually reserve the box for the wives and girlfriends … so either you’re gonna have to be my boyfriend or you’re going to have to sit in the stands with the fans.”

Eddie makes a noise that must register to Steve as alarmed or upset because he rushes to finish.

“It’s not that bad, you just need to like, pretend to be my boyfriend so you can sit with the other WAGs and like, then you can be in the box and have all you can drink alcohol and snacks.”

“Did you agree to this!?” Eddie asks.

“If I say yes, how mad are you going to be?” Steve asks.

Words : 35,216 Chapters : 5/5 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

I Found Myself a Cheerleader

schrijverr

Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.

He befriends Chrissy and grows as thick as thieves with her. Over the summer he adds Robin to his friends as well. Meanwhile Eddie seems to have taken an interest in the fallen king, but Steve can’t figure out quite yet why Eddie is talking with him. Flirting with him?

Words : 174,377 Chapters : 28/28 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

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Rebecca/female reader - accidental stimulation first time. They fall or play fight and get turned on

This is a fun one! Thanks so much for the request!! 💕

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI

*phone dings* Text from Keeley:

"RICHMOND WON! MEET US AT THE CLUB WE'RE GOING OUT!!"

You get ready and head out, Keeley meets you outside of the club and brings you in through the VIP entrance. The music is so loud you can feel the base under your feet and in your chest. The whole team is there, including the coaches, the kitman, Higgins and Rebecca.

"Do you want a drink?!" Keeley shouts over the music.

"Yes please!!" You shout back.

You head to the bar and order a drink. You take a seat and wait, Keeley runs off to Roy and a few others and points over to you and they wave, you wave back and wait for your drink. Out of the corner of your eye you see someone shift and you look over and see Rebecca, and damn she looks good. She gives you a seductive look and you smile back at her.

The two of you have been flirting for a long time now, Keeley and Rebecca are basically best friends so you've never acted on it, but it's been fun secretly flirting every time you see each other.

You get your drink and head over to the group.

"Congratulations guys!" You shout.

"Come on! Dance with me!" Keeley says, grabbing you and pulling you to the tiny dance floor.

You and Keeley dance as you sip on your drink. You look over and see Rebecca sitting on one of the couches, her arms draped over the sides, looking straight at you. You decide to put on a little show for her and you sway your hips to the music as you dance with Keeley.

You finish your drink and grab another one and head back to the dance floor. You look back over and Rebecca is gone, you're a little disappointed but you quickly forget about your disappointment and have fun with your friend.

Two drinks down and you're onto your third, you're starting to feel a good buzz going so you slowly nurse your third drink as you dance and laugh with everyone. Every so often you and Rebecca would catch each others sight, she would give you one of her usual looks, and you sway your hips and slowly drop down.

You and Keeley sit down on the couches and take a rest and hang out with some of the other team members.

"Hold my drink, I have to pee!" You say to Keeley.

"Okay! Want me to come with you?" She asks.

"I'm good!"

You make your way towards the bathroom, waving to some team members and the coaches. You hear Danni call your name and you turn towards him, as you turn around, a very drunk Collin runs into you and you lose your balance. Just when you think you're going to fall flat onto the floor you feel strong arms around you. You look up and see Rebecca standing over you, you feel your heart skip a beat.

She looks down and gives you a sultry smile.

"Careful now." She says looking into your eyes.

You feel like someone flipped a switch on you, you feel pulses shoot down into your core when your hear her voice.

You see her eyes change from concerned to lust as she holds you in her arms. She helps you stand up straight but doesn't take her hands off of you.

"Sorry, uh, thank you." You say shyly.

"Don't get shy on me now." She says with a smirk. She leans in closer to your ear. "I saw you putting on a show for me earlier."

You feel your knees get weak as another pulse shoots down. Rebecca holds you tighter to keep you standing. You feel her breath on your neck and your heartbeat races, she can tell you're flustered and smiles at the satisfaction.

You take a small step back and she looks you up and down.

"Oh no, you've spilled something on your dress." She says, looking back at you.

You look down and see a stain on your leg, Collin must have spilled his drink on you when he bumped into you. You look back up at Rebecca who has a coy smile on her face.

"Come," she says grabbing your hand. "Let me help clean you up."

You go to speak but no words come out, she pulls you into the bathroom and locks the door behind you.

You lean up against the counter as Rebecca turns away to grab paper towels, you can't help but stare at her perfect ass and long legs. You feel another pulse shoot down and a dampness between your legs. She turns around and catches you staring, she raises an eyebrow at you but says nothing and runs the paper towel under the sink. You watch her as she squats down in front of you and slides her hand up your dress to pull it tight so she can dab it with the wet paper towels. Your knees begin to feel weak so you tightly hold onto the counter. You can see down the front of her dress and look up trying to avert your gaze. She looks up at you, noticing you're trying to look away and smiles.

"Don't tell me you're one of those that can flirt all day but when it comes down to it, you shy away?" She says, fixated on the stain.

You look down at her and your eyes meet hers.

"No, I just-" you studder. "I just never thought it would ever-"

Her long fingers caress your thigh and you shudder, completely forgetting what you were saying.

"What was that?" She asks.

You feel your arousal growing rapidly, unable to focus on anything else.

"I don't- nothing." You say, trying to keep your breath from shaking.

"Funny, I thought you were saying something." She says, teasing you.

She slides her hand around the inside of your thigh and slowly drags her nails back across.

You bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows, she does it once more and you let out a small moan.

"Good girl." She says.

You open your eyes and she looks into yours as she stands up, pressing her body against yours. She plays with the hem of your dress, gently pulling at it. All you want her to do is slide her fingers between your legs as your core throbs. She pulls your dress up and slides her finger across the front of your panties, a chill runs up your spine, desperate for her to satisfy you.

She pulls her hand away and holds your chin between her thumb and finger, pulling you close to her, your lips just barely brushing together. She looks into your eyes and pulls away, you let out a small whine as she denies you everything you're craving. She leans into your ear.

"So eager to be pleased I see."

You nod your head. She brings her hand back to the front of your panties and plays with the elastic, you gently rock your hips, she gently slides her finger between your legs and drags it up your slit.

You let out a moan that turns into another whine as she pulls away.

"Please," you say, desperate for her touch.

"What was that?" She asks.

"Please, Ms. Welton, please." You breathlessly beg.

Her eyes go dark and she wraps her hand around your head and pulls her lips into yours, your tongues immediately swirl around each others in a fiery passion. She pulls away and puts her lips to your ear.

"Say it again." She says, more demanding.

"Ms. Welton, please, I need you inside of me." You beg.

She growls with pleasure and pulls your lacey thong down. You spread your legs, leaning back on the counter and she rubs her fingers across your folds. She smiles as she feels you dripping, coating her fingers in your juices before sliding two fingers into you.

You let out a moan and throw your head back. She leans in and places a kiss on your neck, sliding her fingers in and out of you slowly, curling them each time she enters. You grind your hips against her hand and she grabs your hip with her other hand and holds them steady.

"Not yet." She whispers into your ear.

You groan as you lean your head into her, she brings her hand up from your hip and cradles the back of your head, her fingers grabbing onto your hair.

She picks up the pace and thrusts her hand harder, your legs begin to wobble and you grab tightly onto her. You moan louder, grateful that the music on the other side of the door is so loud so no one can hear you. She curls her fingers deep into your spot and you cry out.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me-" She sinks her teeth into your neck and you cry out in pain and pleasure. She gently licks the bite mark and tightens her grip on your head.

"I'm gonna make you what?" She whispers.

"You're gonna make me cum." You whimper.

"Yeah?"

You nod and whine as you clench harder around her fingers, your orgasm building rapidly.

"Cum for me baby." She grows into your ear.

That was all you needed, the sweet release floods through you as you scream out her name. She doesn't stop as you continue to cum onto her fingers, your nails digging into her skin, ecstasy taking over your body. She slows her pace and slides her fingers out of you, still holding onto her as your legs shake.

"Good girl." She says as she kisses your neck.

You rest your head on her shoulder and try to catch your breath.

"Oh my god." You pant.

She stokes your hair and kisses your neck as you gain your composure. You legs steady themselves and you loosen your grip on her. She brings her fingers to her lips and licks them clean and pulls you into a deep kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips as your tongue slides into her mouth. She turns the both of you so her back is to the counter, her lips move to your neck where she places kisses up it and nibbles on your ear.

"Now be a good girl and return the favor." She whispers.

"Yes ma'am." You say.

You pull up her dress and lower yourself to your knees, sliding your hands down her tiny waist, over her round hips and down to her thighs. She leans back on the counter and looks down at you, her eyes glowing. You spread her legs and gently rub her through her soaked panties. She lets out a small moan and you pull her undies down to her ankles. She grabs the back of your head and pulls you into her. Your tongue slides between her folds, licking her up and down. She tightens her grip on your hair and moans loudly.

"Yes, just like that." She says, draping one of her legs over your shoulder.

You drag your tongue up and down her slit, her juices dripping onto your chin. You lick up to her clit and flick your tongue back and fourth across it. Rebecca lets out another moan and you wrap your lips around it and suck. You feel a shock run through her as she cries out, her heel digging into your back. You lick and suck on her lips, you can feel her pussy throbbing every time you make contact with it. You go back and fourth with licking her pussy and sucking on her clit, and she grinds into your face. You grab her ass and pull her onto you more. You dart your tongue in and out of her dripping cunt and latch onto her clit again. She lets out a moan and you feel her legs begin to shake.

"Fuck, yes." She pants. "Make me cum." She pulls harder on your hair and you dig your nails into her.

You lick and suck her harder, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. You hear her moans go up an octave and feel her throbbing, you know she's close. You wrap your lips around her clit once more and flick your tongue over it as you suck on it and she cries out. Her hips grind into your face as her body shakes above you. She screams out a note you didn't think was possible to hit as you feel her explode in your mouth, her juices covering your face. You hold onto her clit for another second and gently lick up her pussy again, sending shockwaves up her body. Her shaking leg slides off of you as you start to stand, holding onto her hips, keeping her steady. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and she wraps her arm around you more, her other hand resting on your cheek. Her face rests against yours as she catches her breath.

"Good girl." She pants, stroking the back of your head.

You feel her heartrate return to normal as she holds you close. She turns your face towards hers and gently kisses you. She holds your face and you tighten your grip on her waist, her hand holding your hair at the back of your neck. You slowly part and she gazes into your eyes with satisfaction. She takes a step away and pulls her panties up and fixes her dress and you do the same. She walks up to you and swipes her thumb across your cheek, cleaning what's left of her off of you. She turns to unlock the door.

"Until next time." She says, looking over at you with a smirk.

"When will that be?" You ask, having more eagerness in your voice than expecting.

She pauses for a second and looks at you, a smile crosses her face and she pulls a pen from her bag and grabs a paper towel and scribbles onto it.

She leans into your ear when she hands it to you and whispers

"Whenever you want."

She pulls away and gives you a wink. She turns, unlocks the door and walks out, leaving you standing there with the paper towel in your hands. You look down and see an address and her phone number. You feel excitement in your belly and head back out, putting the piece of paper towel in your purse when you get back to it.

"What is that?" Keeley asks.

"Oh nothing," You say.

"What took you so long? I thought you fell in!"

"Oh," you laugh. "Collin bumped into me so I had to clean myself off a little."

You see Rebecca out of the corner of your eye and you look over, she sees you and gives you a wink as she walks out. The excitement builds again, hoping it won't be too long until you see Rebecca again. 'Maybe' you think to yourself. 'I'll just pay her a visit tonight.'

Keeley grabs you and pulls you back out to the dance floor, for the rest of the night Rebecca is on your mind, and you know that's exactly what she wanted.

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Better Than You / psh

post dividers by @cafekitsune

"Why do you act like you're better than me?" "Because I am better than you."

pairing: park sunghoon x afab!reader

genre: ice skater au, rivals to lovers, car sex

rating: 18+

warnings: oral (m and f receiving, m and f giving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sunghoon is kinda an ass but it gets sorted, also hoon is pervy, marking, biting, public in private sex, car sex, their coach is the driver, both yn and Hoon are pervs, nicknames, innocence and corruption kink, degradation,cum eating, probably more that i cant think of (let me know if i need to add anything!)

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wc: 4.7k (the longest I've written!)

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You stood up from your crouched position, your choreography for your next competition slowly being perfected the more you practiced it. Your coach cheered you on as the speakers cut out, the upbeat song coming to its end. You skated over to the exit to the ice rink, grinning at your coach as she applauded you wholeheartedly.

"You get better each time! It already looks so good," Coach Lee grinned at you, patting your back gently as you stepped off of the ice and back on the rink's normal flooring. You smiled, your chest puffing out a bit with pride after hearing your coach's compliments.

You could basically hear the eye roll Park Sunghoon did, or maybe it was just because of his very audible scoff. Your self-proclaimed rival on the ice, and the biggest pain in your ass. Despite having been training under the same coach for years, the two of you never could seem to get along.

You blamed it on him, though. He was stuck-up and snooty, and always made these little comments to undermine your progress and accomplishments. He must have thought he was perfect; maybe because you didn't point out his mistakes like he did to you. It was true that he had more experience, having trained for two years before you, but you had enough natural talent (as your coach said) that you were on the same skill level as Sunghoon within a single year.

"Hi, Hoonie." you cooed, knowing no matter what you said, it would piss the tall man off. Might as well have fun with it.

"Yn," he greeted you curtly, ushering you out of the way so he could have his turn on the ice. Your coach was used to your bickering, and had long given up on trying to make the two of you friends. "Move, damn it, you're so slow."

"I'm not slow! I just don't wanna move for you," you rolled your eyes at Sunghoon, leaning on the railing of the entrance in such a manner that kept your body blocking it entirely.

Sunghoon made a grumbling sound, perhaps he had even said something, but you weren't paying attention, and frankly, you didn't really care. "Yn sweetie, Sunghoon needs to practice today, too," Coach Lee gently coaxed you to ease up and move out of the way. She gave you a small smile and said her goodbyes before scurrying off to the bleachers, where she could get a proper view of Sunghoon while he practiced.

You slowly made your way to the bench where your stuff sat, grateful that today the ice rink was closed to the public. Nobody would be there to touch your stuff or steal anything, unless Sunghoon decided one day to become even more of an ass.

You sat down with a heavy sigh, your mind finally resting after being so caught up in the thoughts of your choreography. 'Okay, arms must be gentle, core must be tight- don't spin too fast.' 'You're a bird, flying, act like it.' You hadn't been able to just figure skate for fun in so long, but you had a serious training schedule and couldn't afford to play around and injure yourself.

No matter how much you disliked Sunghoon, you had to admit he had a good taste in music. His chosen song for his choreography for the next competition was actually one of your favorite songs, and you always found yourself humming along while he was practicing and you were getting ready to leave for the day. You hated to admit it, too, but he was very talented and moved so smoothly on the ice. You deeply admired his dedication and how good he has become over the years, but you would never tell him this.

Perhaps if he didn't spend nearly every moment making your life just a little bit more miserable, you would, but, alas. With the next competition rapidly approaching, you were dreading having to spend the 3 hour drive stuck in your coach's van with him. Most competitions the two of you participated in were more local, but as you were getting better and better, you began to compete in more popular events; which meant traveling.

Your coach always drove the pair of you to these farther away competitions, but it was never more than an hour, until now. Sunghoon always made those hour drives feel like hell, and you knew it would just be even worse with these longer drives. As if you weren't nervous enough before competitions, Sunghoon always managed to say something that made you doubt yourself; with an increased time frame to do this in, you were honestly very worried how he would affect your confidence and ability to perform.

You just had to ignore him.

Time flew by way too fast, and before you knew it, the day of the competition had arrived, and your coach was helping you load your gear into the back of the van. Sunghoon was already in the van, not bothering to help, of course. You would have refused his help, anyway. He'd probably find a way to break your skates or rip your costume.

"Are you nervous?" Your coach asked you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You shrugged, not wanting to be too obvious, but yes, you were very nervous. You didn't feel like you had practiced enough, and you could already hear Sunghoon telling you that and telling you that you'll do terribly.

"I can do this," you responded, trying to convince not only her, but yourself. Your lips quirked up in a smile, moving to the side of the van and opening the door. Sunghoon sat, leaning back and already comfortable. He didn't even spare you a glance as you sat down next to him.

"Good morning, Sunghoon," you cheerily grinned, hoping a faux happy mood would turn into a real one. Sunghoon merely grunted in response, too engrossed in playing a game on his phone.

With any luck, this car ride would be quiet, and his stupid game would keep him entertained.

He was entertained, but not by a game on his phone like he pretended. You were wearing a skirt that showed off your thighs, and his eyes kept drifting over to them. You were too busy staring out the window, listening to music, to even notice his constant glances. Your skin looked so soft, so plush, and he just wanted to spread your legs and bite into your sensitive flesh.

It wasn't always like this; he genuinely disliked you for three years, until one day.... he didn't. He didn't even know when it had happened, but one day he was wishing you would quit ice skating, and the next, he was captivated by you as you skated around on the ice. Your choreographies were never sexy or sensual by any means...but he found himself so turned on when he watched you.

You looked so innocent, so pure, skating around and using your body to tell a story of hope and longing. Your face was always so soft when you were skating, contrasting the hard expressions you always wore when you were around him. He wanted to see you smile at him for once, but he couldn't bring himself to be nice to you. Even though you were his junior, you were so talented and expressive, always doing an excellent job of getting the story behind your choreography across. He refused to believe you were just as good as him, if not better, and so he continued acting like he always had.

He was just waiting for the day you realized you wanted him too- and hoped you would make the first move. He had always been so mean to you, there was no way you'd take him seriously if he asked you on a date or made a move. So he watched you from afar, mostly. It was always exciting being in close proximity to you, even when you had a scowl on your face because of him, but he loved watching you skate. He had secretly recorded videos of you practicing, watching them late at night when he jerked himself off and called out your name.

Sunghoon had done that last night, actually, and this morning before his coach had picked him up. This was a very, very bad mistake. The goal was to get all his horniness and desire for you out of his system, so he wouldn't lose his mind or go feral upon spending so many hours sitting next to you in a moving vehicle where you couldn't escape.

But he kept thinking about how the van had one of those panels separating the driver and the passengers, which your coach always used to give you both your space to mentally prepare for the competitions (really, it was so she wouldn't hear the arguing). If he started touching himself right there in the van, his coach wouldn't know, and you might not even notice.

Oh god, he was such a pervert.

You were minding your own business, letting your mind wander as you zoned out, staring out the window as the van drove along. You nodded along to the beat of the music you were listening to, not giving any attention or care as to what Sunghoon was doing.

Until there was a lull between a song ending and a song starting, and you heard him moan. At first you had no idea what to make of it; maybe you were just hearing things? Maybe he was watching a movie and the characters were having sex, and it was so loud you could hear it through both your headphones and his? You unlocked your phone, pausing your music.

You still weren't sure what was happening, but you could definitely hear heavy panting and quiet groaning. What if he was sick, and you did nothing to help him? Maybe you shouldn't have cared, given how he treated you, but you did. You turned to face Sunghoon and your jaw dropped.

His eyes were closed, thankfully, so he couldn't see you as you stared at him. His pants were pushed down his thighs, his boxers with them, and his hard cock was in his hand. He was jerking off, right next to you.

Your thighs unconsciously rubbed together, searching for some friction as you found yourself getting wet, watching your rival masturbate. Any normal person would freak out, call the cops maybe, do something other than what you did. But of course, you being you, instead undid your seatbelt and sank to your knees in front of Sunghoon.

Your movements must have scared the crap out of Sunghoon, as his eyes flew open and he immediately went to pull his pants back on, his cheeks blushing a deep red. You placed your hands on top of his, stopping him from redressing. Your face was crimson, too, as you stared up at him from the floor of the van.

Sunghoon froze as he stared at you, watching; waiting to see what you were up to. His eyes fluttered shut and a groan left his plush lips as you took his cock in your hands and playfully licked his red mushroom tip. The salty taste of precum made you moan, setting Sunghoon off again with another groan. He threw his head back as you slowly began to suckle on his dick, your mouth opening to take more and more of him.

Your tongue ran along his veins, enjoying how he tried to keep from fucking up into your mouth. His hands wound through your hair, pulling you down on his cock, as far as you could go. You breathed through your nose, squeezing your thumb into your palm to calm your gag reflex. You gazed up at Sunghoon as your nose brushed against his pelvis, your hands on his thighs, his cock poking at the back of your throat.

He was going wild the second you started bobbing your head and sucking on him. Your eyes sparkled in the sunlight that came through the windows, staring up at him with the most innocent expression while you were doing something so dirty. He thought you looked so sexy, sinful and pure all at once.

You just thought he looked hot as hell, strands of his black hair falling over his eyes, but you could still clearly see how much he was enjoying this. His hands massaged your scalp, helping you as you bobbed up and down along his aching cock. He was resisting the urge to just let go and fuck your throat, but he was so scared to take control; he thought it was a miracle you were even sucking him off in the first place.

As your eyes connected with his as saliva escaped your lips, creating a wet mess, you gave him a slight nod; you knew what he wanted. He was still hesitant at first, eyes widening as he realized you had stopped you movements and were pushing on his hands in your hand, trying to get him to take over. Your mouth full of his cock, saliva getting everywhere, he wouldn't even mind if he had died and this was his heaven.

He gently thrusted up into your mouth, eyes watching you carefully as you gagged around his length. You showed no signs of wanting him to stop though, so he began thrusting more, and more. You were moaning around his cock, gagging every so often, tears streaming down your cheeks as he began fucking your throat roughly.

His hands were pulling on your hair; not pulling you off, but pulling to keep you under his control. He loved seeing you like this; totally at his mercy as he ruthlessly fucked up into your mouth. The messier you got with every thrust, the better you looked, and the closer he was to cumming. You were sure you were literally dripping onto your thighs, your panties soaked as you let your rival fuck your mouth.

"Shit-" Sunghoon panted, his voice deep. "You take my cock so well, hm? Fuck princess, I'm gonna cum. You gonna be a good girl and swallow it all?" He gently pinched your cheek, cooing at you as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

With sloppier thrusts, he did exactly what he had promised; soon he was cumming, holding your head still, your nose pressed against his pelvis as he came in ropey spurts down your throat and in your mouth. He was muttering praises to you, pushing your hair out of your face and wiping away your tears as he pulled his now-soft dick from your mouth.

Your jaw was aching so much, but you found even the pain was enjoyable; as long as he kept looking at you like this. You wanted to hear more praises from him, swallowing his load, using your fingers to wipe up any cum that had escaped. Opening your mouth, you sat up on your knees and poked your tongue out so he could see you really did swallow it all.

His hands were gently as he pulled you up, so you were sitting on his lap, his lips connecting with yours. You moaned at how soft his lips were, pressing yourself into him, trying to taste as much of him as you could. He moaned into your mouth as your tongues fought against each other for dominance, tasting the remnants of his salty release in your mouth. You didn't want to pull away from his addictive kiss, but you did need to breathe.

And thank god you did. It was when you pulled away for air, that you noticed the van was driving off the highway to pull into a rest stop.

Scrambling off of Sunghoon, you helped him pull up his pants. You would just die from embarrassment if your coach discovered what the two of you had just done in her van while she was driving it. You situated yourself back in your chair, wiping at your face to try to remove any remaining evidence of your sinning. Sunghoon was fixing himself as well, sending you a smirk as the two of you locked eyes.

"I'm not done with you."

"You are such an asshole, Sunghoon!" You yelled at him from across the room.

Hours later, you were at the competition location, trying to hype yourself up before your performance. Just like you predicted he would do, here he was, ruining it for you.

It had just been a 'casual comment' that 'didn't mean anything', but you were just so tired of hearing him say such negative things to you, especially after you let him fuck your throat earlier.

The two of you stood in one of the hallways leading to the changing rooms, arguing over how he spoke to you. You really thought that after your steamy interaction earlier in the van, he would treat you differently; but, no. He was the same asshole he always was.

He wasn't even responding to you anymore as you were yelling at him, just staring at you with a blank expression.

"Why do you act like you're better than me?" You asked him, crossing your arms across your chest, trying to look tougher than you really felt.

He smirked at you (this bitch...) and merely responded, "Because I am better than you."

You knew he though this, but actually hearing him say it felt like a knife to the heart. Turning away from him quickly, hoping he didn't see as tears began to well up in your eyes, you hurried down the hallway, desperate to get away from him. His smirk dropped as he watched you run away, his heart dropping along with it.

He had never seen you cry, never seen you run away. You always took his comments in stride, seemingly never letting his words affect you. He didn't even think before he ran after you, following you outside the building to the parking lot. His heart dropped even more as he spotted you sitting on the pavement, leaning against your coach's van. Your arms were wrapped around your knees, your face pressed into your legs. Your body was shaking; you were crying.

You were crying because of him. Despite all his pride, everything he felt that propelled him to act so nasty towards you, he never wanted to be the reason you were crying.

"Yn," he said your name softly, crouching down next to you. He frowned at the sound of your sniffles and heavy breathing, moving to sit next to you and wrap his arms around you. "I'm sorry. It's not true, I'm not better than you. I'm so sorry," he whispered to you, resting his head against yours.

At his words you lifted your head, swollen red eyes locking with his. "Why are so you mean to me, Sunghoon?"

What a damn good question. He hesitated before he answered, knowing he could no longer hide behind his pretend ego to hide his own insecurities.

Sunghoon sighed, giving your body a gentle squeeze. "I'm so jealous of you. You're so naturally talented, and so expressive on the ice. You started training after I did, and you caught up with me so fast. I guess it just made me feel insecure about my abilities."

"I never intentionally did anything to make you feel that way, but you have gone out of your way to make me feel like I'm a failure, that I can't succeed no matter how hard I try," you whispered, fresh tears falling down your red cheeks. Sunghoon moved to wipe them away, and you let him, your eyes holding his captive. "I have wanted to quit so many times, just because of you."

Sunghoon's eyes widened at your revelation, one hand cupping your cheek, pulling you into him. He rested his forehead against yours, whispering his apologies. "My behavior has been awful, and there is no excuse for it. You do not deserve to be treated the way I have treated you. I'm so sorry, yn, for not treating you with respect and with love."

"L-love?" You stuttered, pulling back in surprise.

Instead of responding, Sunghoon leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours so gently that you weren't sure he was kissing you at first. Maybe you should have pulled away and slapped him, but you couldn't bare to break apart from him. Your lips danced against his hungrily, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

Sunghoon's lips never left your own as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up so you were standing with him. He pressed you against the door of the van, one hand cupping the back of your neck to pull you into him, the other searching for the door handle. He held onto you to keep you from falling as he pulled the door open, sliding it along before nudging you inside.

As soon as the door was closed behind you, Sunghoon had you pinned on the backseat of the van, his weight pressing into you as you laid down. You tugged at his shirt, helping him take it off as he pulled from the kiss. He shivered as you ran your hands over his toned chest, pulling him in for another searing kiss.

Screw air, you just needed more of him. In between kisses, more and more clothing was removed, until the both of you were bare. Sunghoon's heated kisses traveled down your neck as he pinned your wrists above your head. His lips found one of your pebbled nipples, suckling on it and running his tongue over it, doing his best to pay attention to what made you moan the loudest.

Your hands wound in his hair, pressing him into your chest as he switched to suck at your other nipple, his other hand going to massage your breast. "Fuck, Sunghoon, I need more, please," you whined, rutting your hips upwards, trying to find any source of friction.

"I never imagined you would be this dirty," Sunghoon chuckled, pressing a kiss to your stomach and making his way down, leaving a trail of wet kisses and marks as he found his way between your thighs. "You always look so innocent when you're skating, so pure. I've thought about what it would be like to ruin you, but you're already a pretty dirty girl, hm?"

You moaned as Sunghoon held your thighs apart, leaning in to nudge his nose against your clit, inhaling your scent. He peppered kisses along the insides of your thighs, always getting so close to where you needed him the most, but always skipping right over it.

"Answer me, pretty. You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" Sunghoon's hot breath fanned against your dripping pussy, so close yet so far.

You nodded, your hands holding onto the seat underneath you for dear life. "Y-yes, Hoon! I'm a dirty girl!"

He smirked against your skin, "You're my dirty little angel."

Your hands flew to his hair as he pressed a kiss against your clit, two of his fingers swiping at your wet folds. You moaned out as they entered you, falling into a fast pace instantly. His tongue swirled around your clit, sucking every now and then, doing his best to coax an orgasm out of you. As your moans got louder and louder, he was groaning against you, rutting into the seat underneath him.

You tasted so sweet, he could just eat you forever. He would, actually, if you let him. The sounds he coaxed out of you were just as sweet, something he hoped he would get to hear over and over again for many years to come. Now that he had a taste of you, he wasn't letting you go.

"Hoon, baby, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered, grinding your hips into his face. Hearing your words, he doubled down on his efforts, quickly bringing you to your peak. He groaned against you as you came, his tongue dipping down to your folds to lap up every drop of your essence that you blessed him with. You were shaking, coming down from your high, just barely registering the sound of Sunghoon slurping your cum off of his fingers. "P-please, Hoon, fuck me," you whimpered.

He didn't need to be told twice. The two of you let out loud moans as he thrusted into you, your tight walls squeezing his thick cock so well. He was definitely the biggest person you had been with, and you were loving how well he stretched you out. His lips found yours, gentle as his thrusts turned to a brutal pace.

He was already so on edge from eating you out, he was worried he wouldn't be able to last long with how tight you were squeezing him. He was determined to get you to cum on his cock before he came, thrusts beginning to alternate between a fast and rough pace to a slow and gentle one.

You scrapped your nails down his back, so lost in the pleasure that he was giving you. You were still so sensitive from your first orgasm, and you found yourself getting much closer to your climax with how well Sunghoon was fucking you.

"Baby I'm not gonna last long if you keep squeezing me like this," Sunghoon grunted, hips snapping up into you, reveling in the way your body was starting to shake. His hands roamed the expanse of your body; fingers gliding along your soft skin, twirling your nipples in his fingers, holding you with a bruising grip.

You moaned as he bit down on your shoulder, easing the pain by licking it over and kissing it. He repeated this action up and down your shoulder, leaving a trail of marks everywhere his lips touched. With one bite on your collar bone and his fingers toying with your clit, you screamed as you came around Sunghoon so fast that you couldn't even warn him.

Your orgasm triggered his own, your walls clenching so tight around him that you were basically milking him. His seed painted your insides white, his hips thrusting into yours as he rode out both your high and his. He collapsed on top of you, careful not to put his full weight on you. The only sounds in the van were yours and his heavy breathing.

Your skin was sticky with sweat, making the two of you rub against each other in an almost uncomfortable manner, so Sunghoon pulled out and rolled off of you. He sat on the floor, gazing up at you as you whined at the loss of him inside of you. You were so tired, your body felt heavy, yet you also felt more energized than ever before.

You giggled as Sunghoon kissed your nose, moving to grab your discarded panties and using them to wipe up the cum that was dripping out of your spent pussy. He grinned cheekily at you as he found his jeans and stuffed your dirty panties in his pocket. "These are mine now."

You didn't even realize what you were saying before you said it; you didn't even think these words before they left your mouth. "I think I love you."

Sunghoon froze, hand stopped on its way to gather your clothes for you. He looked back at you, seeing the look of horror on your face as you realized what you said. "I think I love you too."

"Good luck, princess," Sunghoon grinned at you, his arms wrapped around your waist. It was almost your turn in the competition, and you weren't nervous at all.

You giggled as Sunghoon kissed your nose before placing a sweet kiss against your lips, squeezing your waist. "Thank you, Hoon."

"I don't know why you love me, but I am so glad that you do. I promise I will spend every day treating you the way you deserve," Sunghoon told you, his expression serious. He was determined to treat you like a princess from now on; after all, you had agreed to be his girlfriend.

You kissed your boyfriend sweetly as you broke from his grasp, stepping onto the ice. You locked eyes with your former rival, a smile gracing your lips as you got into position.



No matter the outcome of the competition, you were a winner.

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𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

week 3 - day 11 - kinktober - overstimulation and semi-public sex - coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.

warning - overstimulation and semi-public sex.

kinktober masterlist

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Y/n walks into the locker room and begins to strip down. The day she had was quite stressful. Especially with being the assistant coach to Lance Tucker, she hears a door open and footsteps come close, not being able to grab her clothes quick enough as the person has already come around the corner.

Standing there with a cocky smirk was the famous Lance Tucker, his dark eyes trailing down her body, and his pants tightened as he took in her cute little body. Her plump breasts sit soft and full on her chest, and between her legs, there’s a nicely trimmed pretty pussy, Lance’s eyes slowly trace every inch of her body with his eyes before meeting hers. Lance licks his lips with a dark glint in his eyes before slowly moving forward.

“Did you really think that we were finished? There’s still more that I need to teach you, kitten.” He’s close enough that she can see the stubble growing, close enough for her to smell him, causing her mind to go fuzzy. Lance’s right-hand travels up her naked body, skimming her breast before settling on her cheek. He leans down and smiles. “If you want to be a great coach, you must get through this lesson. Do you think you can do that, kitten? Think you’re dumb little brain will let you understand what I teach you?” His condescending tone goes through one ear and out the other.

His hand grips her chin and moves her head up and down before he steps back and stares her down. “Lie down on the bench, kitten and spread your legs” Y/n opens her mouth to argue but quickly shuts it when her gaze meets his dark one. She gets onto the bench and lies her naked body against it, legs on either side. Her glistening folds are on view for anyone to see, and her nipples harden from the cold.

Lance moves closer and runs his hand up her leg and to the inner of her thigh, feeling her squeeze her thighs together when he gets too close to her core. “Uh, uh, kitten. Keep them open, or there will be consequences.” Y/n shyly opens her legs, her gaze locked on her instructor, her mentor. “Good girl,” his fingers skimmed her wet lips before locating her clit and beginning to rub figure eights. Causing Y/n’s back to arch and her eyes to roll to the back of her head. Moans fall from her lips as she’s never experienced this amount of pleasure.

Lance continues his quick movements against her clit, his cock hardening when she cums from just this. He moves a finger down to her hole, collecting the juices that leak from her. Lance slowly pushed a finger inside, hearing his cute little assistant squeal, as she had never felt this full. “Fuck kitten, I’ve only put one finger in, and it’s already such a tight fucking fit.” Wiggling it inside her small hole before thrusting it in and out, he curls it up and hits her sweet spot causing Y/n to curl into herself as she screams.

Lance wants to see how many times he can make her cum, and he’ll use each finger and maybe his cock. His dumb little assistant will be so fucked out and overstimulated that she’ll always be begging for him. He smirks at the thought.

Y/n’s back arches when she feels her core tighten again, and a white-hot flash flushes through her as she cums. Her cunt tightened around Lance’s finger and squeezed it, “Jesus – fuck kitten. You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to get my cock in there.” He continues to move his finger around even though Y/n tries to wiggle away from him, complaining that she’s too sensitive. “You're going to have to suck it up, kitten or your not good enough to be my assistant.”

Her wide eyes stare at him, filling with tears, wanting to please him and be good enough, so she slowly nods. Lance grins before pushing a second finger inside her, groaning at the tightness. “We gotta loosen you up, kitten, or there’s no way I’ll fit.” His fingers curl up, thrusting deep inside. The sounds of her wetness fill the empty locker room. Without warning, he adds a third, thrusting them hard and fast into her, enjoying how her back arches and squeals. The feeling of being full is getting to her head, and she slowly pushes herself onto his fingers, eyes rolled back and wholly fucked out.

“Aww, I haven’t even fucked you yet, and you’ve already gone, stupid kitten.” Lance leans down, his other hand gripping her chin as his fingers continue to move. “Just wait until I get my cock inside you. Then you’ll go really dumb, kitten.” He stretches her tiny hole open, watching as she cums three times just from that, her body twitching and her cunt sensitive.

“Ah– ah, please – oh, too much–” Y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head, tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. Her cheek, covered in drool that has leaked out, Lance grabs her and turns her, bending Y/n over the bench whilst taking his member out of his blue track pants. He lines himself with her entrance, feeling excited inside that he finally knows what it feels like to be inside her.

Pushing the tip of his cock in, he groans as he’s met with resistance even though she’s cum four times, and he stretched her with his fingers. “Fuck kitten, you're choking my cock.” The warmth and wetness wrapped around him nearly brings him to his end, but he holds back. Lance bottoms out, listening to your little whines and babbles when he begins to thrust, “shh, kitten, this is a part of your training, remember?” His cock pounds into her little cunt, walls tightening around him, and he throws his head back. “Oh– best cunt I’ve ever had, kitten. We’re going– fuck– have to do this every day– shit– so you can pass– ugh” Lance falls forward, feeling her pulsate and clench around him, making it harder for him to hold back.

Your core tightens again, and you feel more sensitive that it starts to hurt. “L–Lance, i–it hurts.” Fat tears begin to roll down her face as her cunt clenches around the prominent member inside her, and she spasms, cumming hard. Juices squirt out of her and all over him, and his eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of her milking him dry, cum shooting out of him and filling Y/n to the brim. Triggering another orgasm within her, earth-shattering and blissful, her walls squeezing his cock so tight that he felt it would break as she continued to cum two more times.

“Damn, kitten. Do you think you have about ten more in you? Because I’m going to take you apart piece by piece, with my mouth, then my fingers and lastly my cock.” A dark chuckle leaves him. Leaning down, he kisses the back of your head before whispering. “Maybe we should get some food and water in you. You’ll definitely need it.” His hand wraps it tightly around your throat as his cock hardens inside you. Slowly beginning to thrust again as he imagined taking you apart, the sounds, the feel, having you entirely to himself was exhilarating.

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