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[9thmuse]

mirror mirror

[one] complete  hoseok/reader | smut, gender-neutral reader [18+] “I get the mirror thing now. Watching yourself is hot.”

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Legs shaking, skin burning, breathing ragged, you're about to die. Two orgasms is going on three and it shouldn't be possible that you could cum so much in so little time. But Hoseok took your "make it up to me" to heart and is set on making you cum until you cry apparently.

"You're missing how amazing you look, baby," he murmurs into your ear.

It takes a lot of effort to lift your head from his shoulder and open your eyes to focus on the mirror positioned directly in front of the bed. The glass reflects you on Hoseok's lap, naked with hickeys blossomed all along your skin from your neck to your thighs, legs spread wide and kept open by his thighs, hands gripping his forearms and nails digging into his skin. Hoseok's just as naked and his dick is hard against your back, smearing precum on the two of you as he keeps you pressed to his chest. Or rather he's trying to keep you pressed to his chest but you can't help arching in his hold as he works you over with both hands, his touch steady and firm between your legs. Through the mirror you watch how he pumps, drags and flicks his wrists perfectly and it's only a minute before the visual is too much. You're cumming again, moans caught in your throat and toes curled as the pleasure is coaxed out of you.

He keeps going, draws it out for what feels like forever and this is it, you're going to die.

"Wait-wait, wait, wait, wait" you gasp. He slips his hands away, runs them up and down your sides instead, leaving wet trails in their wake. But your body is hyper-sensitive to the point that even that's overstimulating. So you lace your fingers with his then slam his hands down to the bed on either side of his legs. He laughs, his mischievous side showing, but gets the message and keeps still, waiting for you to calm down.

When the trembling finally stops you wrap his arms back around you and kiss his cheek. "I get the mirror thing now. Watching yourself is hot."

He grins, and like the cornball he is, says, "You're hot."

You snort but lean in to kiss his lips because he's cute. After a while he pulls away and asks, "Forgive me?"

"I already forgave you back at the studio. But I appreciate you kissing up," you tease.

He gets you back by pressing wet, tickling kisses all over your neck, chasing your skin as you try to squirm away. He's quick to relent, thankfully, and his kisses go from playful to sensual. "Want me to kiss up some more?" Like getting you off with a vibrator, his mouth, and his hands wasn't more than enough. Hoseok, The Giver.

On one hand, even though you're sure you literally cannot have another orgasm anytime soon, your masochistic side wants to try. You haven't cried or died yet, after all. On the other hand, Hoseok hasn't cum once and that's completely unacceptable. You're a giver too.

Options weighed and decision made, you slide off his lap and maneuver behind him. "It's your turn," you say as you rest your chin on his shoulder and reach around to grasp his dick with both hands. You wait for his gaze to meet yours in the mirror before stroking him just the way he likes it. "I want us to watch you."

#wonho #lee hoseok #wonho smut #monsta x smut #etchesonclearvinyl #technically this is pt 2 of i was lookin so good but they can be read separately

[9thmuse]

love joans

[one] complete  namjoon/reader | humor, smut [18+] “Are you done clowin’ my song?”

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Big hands sliding up your sides, Namjoon pushes your dress up your body and you sit up to pull it the rest of the way off then lay back onto the sheets as his lips press kisses all over your skin. After one last kiss between your breasts, he trails his mouth to your nipple, sucking and delving his tongue against it through the lace of your bra while he pinches and rolls the other between his fingers.

Your fingers thread through his hair as you arch into his touch and moan for the way he does just what you like. His mouth and hands work you up, send jolts through you, and switch positions to lavish equal attention on each nipple, before he moves to unclasp your bra. It takes him just one hand and less than a second, and as he's sliding the straps down your arms, the lyrics pop into your head. Why you think about it now out of all the times y'all have done this, you don't know, but you can't stop the giggle from bubbling out.

Smiling at the sound, he leans in to kiss your neck and asks "What?" against your skin.

In a horrible imitation of his voice you say, "You're a master, baby, with my bra." Then you start truly laughing. He snorts, tries to hold in the laugh but yours draws his out, and he hides his face in your neck as he laughs with you.

When you both calm down, he goes back to caressing you, and you reach down to take off your panties but stop halfway, guiding his hands to the lace instead.

"Help me slide my panties off," you say in his voice again before bursting into laughter.

"Stop," Namjoon groans, no real bite in his voice.

"Take it off now boy, just take it off," you croon, rolling your hips into his hands. With an exaggerated huff and eyeroll, he drags your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere over the side of the bed.

Sitting back on his heels, he grabs your thighs and hauls you onto his lap before spreading your legs wide. His thumb runs up and down your wet slit until it's slick enough to circle your clit. As soon as you moan for more, he sinks two fingers into you, curling them to hit your spot, watching you take him. The way he works you open, slow and deep with his thumb rubbing your clit, and the fact that he still has all his clothes on while you're completely exposed has you gasping and grinding hard on his hand.

Smug little smile on his face, Namjoon meets your gaze and asks, "You done clownin' my song?"

"No." You didn't say the best line yet.

"Fine. Then I won't beat this pussy like you never ever felt before."

You both almost fall off the bed from laughing.

#namjoon #namjoon smut #bts smut #smut #etchesonclearvinyl #if you have no clue what i'm song i'm talking about PLEASE listen to expensive girl by rap monster #and then come back to tell me how much you hate me

[9thmuse]

pound cake

[one] complete  dean/reader (OC) | smut [18+] “You could just ask me to pound your ass, ya know.” [warnings] unprotected sex, anal, oral sex, polyamory mention (she’s also fucking sam so if you’re not into that, skedaddle)

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Usually Dean fucks slow and deliberate, letting the softness in his heart bleed through his tough skin with gentle, indulgent touches. He caresses and savors, makes the passion build and then last for what feels like forever.

But he knows how to fuck hard and fast too, knows how to ignite fire that burns white hot until it explodes in seconds flat. He just needs a little incentive.

Which is why Denise spent all day making him desperate. Forgetting to wear a bra under her tight white tee, bending over every so often so he can see she also forgot to wear panties under her shorts. Every time she brushed by, she made sure her nipples rubbed against his arm and her hand ghosted near his dick. She dragged her fingers across the weak spot on the back of his neck and bit her lip whenever she caught his eyes on her.

She didn’t, however, let him touch her, always dancing away before he could reach for her, and no matter how much he licked his lips while staring at hers, she refused to give him a kiss. Outside of riling him up she didn’t go near him.

Dean knew exactly what game she was playing, they’ve played it plenty of times before, but that didn’t stop from the need from building up and simmering, his whole body tense from it. The teasing is equal parts frustrating and exciting, both of them anticipating the moment that he’d be pushed over the edge.

This time, like most times, that breaking point comes when she laid a wet one on Sam right in front of Dean, giving him full view of her tongue down his throat. Sam is always more than happy to play along, never needing a reason to lose himself in Denise but if he also happens to give his brother a little hell in these instances then, hey, even better. Mark it as payback for some annoying thing Dean has or probably will do.

Denise is just pulling away from Sam’s lips when she’s lifted over a shoulder, getting an eyeful of Dean’s ass as he hauls her to his room without a word. She doesn’t have to see Sam’s face, she just knows that he’s shaking his head, barely holding back a laugh as they go down the hallway; just like she knows that pinching her other boyfriend’s butt is going to get her a stinging slap on hers. She’s a bit masochistic, obviously.

They’re in the room in no time at all and she’s tossed on the bed even faster. Usually she laughs when she’s bounced on the mattress but now she’s silent as she watches Dean tear off his clothes, caught up in the quiet storm in front of her. As soon as his boxers hit the floor, he climbs on the bed and tugs her legs so she meets him halfway. Then her shirt and shorts are whisked off, thrown wherever, and his hands and mouth are on her, stroking, pinching, kissing, sucking every exposed inch of skin. Denise barely distinguishes each touch, just feels her body thrum harder with each pass. He’s like a man possessed and he gets somehow more crazed when he dips his head between her thighs.

Pussy is one of Dean’s all time favorite things to eat - his words. From how he devours her there’s no doubt that he truly means that. Shit, from the first time he went down on her, made her come on his face again and again and again, she knew he was a devout worshiper of pussy. He’s proven himself at every chance and now is no exception.

The difference is that he’s not teasing her with broad licks and careful circles around her clit. No, he just wraps his lips around it and sucks, hums while he holds her hips down so all she can do is take it.

And just like that she comes. He wasn’t the only one affected by her teasing and he knows all the buttons to push to make her lose control. Which is why he flicks his tongue over her clit while she gushes, keeps the pleasure washing over her while she moans and shakes, fingers tangled in his short hair and toes curled in the sheets. He pulls off before she’s too sensitive, always in tune with her cues, and stares as she drips onto the bed.

This would be when he slurps it up and licks her clean until her clit is ready for more attention, but when they play this game, he lets the slick slide down instead, coating between her cheeks. They both hold their breath as his finger follows the stream, watching him swirl around her rim before pushing all the way in. No matter how many times they do this, no matter how many times any one of them has played with her ass, the first stretch never fails to zap across every nerve, make her skin burn icy-hot, and she groans while pushing down on his hand for more.

He’s completely focused on the way her body keeps trying to drag his finger back in when he drags it out, but before he sets a real rhythm he pulls all the way out to get lube. He’s back before she can miss him and soon enough he has one, two, three big fingers carefully opening her up, rubbing her walls, his lips brushing over her clit to ease her through it. She’ll always love how thorough he is no matter how he fucks her but she needs him to move it along, needs his dick to take the place of his hand and fuck her brains out.

Like a charm, clenching around his fingers and moaning his name tells him she’s ready and his earlier urgency is rekindled. In a flash she’s manhandled onto her side and he’s sliding up behind her, his thick dick slick as it fills her inch by inch, his hand holding her leg up so he can go deep. Her hand fists in the sheets while his other hand fists in her hair and Dean finally makes a sound when he bottoms out, grinding his hips against her ass, and she clenches and moans again as the growl vibrates against her neck.

That sound opens the floodgates in more ways than one and suddenly he’s hissing, moaning, groaning, and growling some more, letting out all the noises he kept in before, in between the murmurs he mouths into her skin.

“Jesus, so hot, so fucking tight, so goddamn perfect. Been thinking about this all day, can’t get enough, never enough…”

Another thing that’s different when Dean gets like this is that he rambles. Whereas normally he whispers hot and dirty in her ear for the way it makes her wetter, he’s more talking to himself now, like he’s delirious and can’t help the words from tumbling out of his mouth. Either way it gets her hot.

The only thing better is how he’s thrusting long, hard and fast, skin slapping against skin, and his grip on her thigh bruising. The stretch is too much, not enough, pleasure with the delicious edge of pain, and God, the drag of him raw inside her has her clenching again and again.

“Shit, baby - fuck. I’m gonna come. Gonna come right in this perfect ass.”

Hips speeding up, he lets go of her leg to smack her pussy, leans up to bite her earlobe and commands “come” through his teeth. All that combined with wet heat of him coming in her ass has her shaking apart, breath caught in her throat as she flutters around him.

They’re both gasping as they come down, sweaty and beyond satisfied. Dean stays inside her, kissing the back of her neck and rasping patterns on her stomach with the calloused pads of his fingers. When his soft dick slips out she rolls over to press their mouths together. They smile against each other’s lips and without pulling away he says, “You could just ask me to pound your ass, ya know."

"Where’s the fun in that?”

#dean winchester #smut #supernatural #supernatural smut #dean winchester smut #etchesonclearvinyl

[9thmuse]

i was lookin’ so good...

[one] complete  hoseok/reader | smut-ish, gender-neutral reader [18+] oops

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“Fuck - right there,” you moan, eyes closed and legs wrapped tight around Hoseok so he’d keep hitting that spot just right. If you weren’t so close to cumming, you’d peek to see why he was so silent. Usually you couldn’t stop him from showering you with praises if you wanted to. It’s probably the urgency of the situation that keeps him quiet; he snuck you into the dance studio and has to get you out before someone comes looking for him. Y'all never had a quickie before and he’s most likely too focused on getting you both off in record time to lay on the grease. Makes sense.

Except that doesn’t explain why your back starts sliding down the mirror Hoseok has you pressed against. He never fails to hold you up, and on the occasions when his arms get tired, he always carefully puts you down to change to a new position. He’s never come close to dropping you, but here you are now, about to fall on your ass.

Knowing that something’s wrong, you look at him - only to see him looking at himself. The conceited bastard is completely enamored by his reflection, no doubt watching how his muscles flex with each thrust, his view less obstructed with you now lowered a bit. It almost felt like you were intruding.

“Hoseok, you can’t be serious.” That paired with the light twist of his nipple you give him snaps his attention back to you. It also makes him yelp and flinch, losing the last bit of hold of you he had, and you both tumble to the floor.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry. Are you okay?” he asks, hands already trying to soothe you in spots that might have gotten hurt from the fall. He looks equal parts apologetic and embarrassed and that soothes your ego enough to forgive him.

Laughing, you tell him you’re good and start redressing your naked bottom half, orgasm long gone. Shame is still etched on his face by the time you’re both zipped up and ready to go, so you kiss him on the cheek and say, “Make it up to me later. Just no mirrors.”

#wonho #lee hoseok #wonho smut #monsta x smut #etchesonclearvinyl #i wrote this years ago when this was mainly a joke but now it's 99.9% guaranteed to be true #mirror mirror is technically pt 2

[9thmuse]

untitled

[one] complete  hoseok/reader | fluff, gender-neutral reader as soon as you answer the call, before you say anything, Hoseok rasps, “I miss you.”

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As soon as you answer the call, before you say anything, Hoseok rasps, "I miss you."

You smile, settling into the couch and cuddling the giant bunny plushie he gave you as his substitute for when you don't see him for days (weeks). "I miss you more. How's practice?"

"We finally got all the remix choreos down."

He sounds tired, with a hint of worry, and that's your cue to cheer him up.

"Yes! You guys are gonna kill it. Monbebes will brag about your stages to everybody and God. Tell them to get on the winning team."

"I hope so."

"Listen, Monsta X never disappoints. The X stands for extraordinary."

"You said it stands for extra."

"That too. It's a variable, you see."

There's the laugh that lights up the world. "Thank you, baby. We're gonna rehearse until we can do the performances in our sleep."

"Nice! I love being kicked out the bed when you sleep-dance!"

"That was one time! And you sleep just as wild - remember when you had that nightmare and punched me in nec-"

"No."

You laugh with him then switch on your Serious Voice to say, "Practice is important but so is taking care of yourselves. Y'all need to eat and rest too, okay, non of that no food or sleep bullshit. I'll fight you, the guys, and the company if I have to. All at once."

"This is why Hyunsik's scared of you."

You gasp. "He is?"

"Of course he loves you but he also knows you could kick his ass."

"I would never!"

"But you could. Hold on."

In the background you hear a bell jingle and the buzz and blare of traffic fade into the hum and clinks of people talking and eating.

"Welcome!" Someone calls.

"Hi, I'm picking up an order for Hoseok."

"One moment."

Hoseok comes back on the phone. "See, I'm following your orders and grabbing something to eat.

"Good! Where are the husband, wife and kids?"

"At the dorm waiting for food to be delivered. I walked to get mine so I can talk to you without them yelling in my ear and stealing the phone."

"Aw, but Changkyun tells the best stories about you."

"That brat."

"You should stop messing with him. He has a whole iPad full of blackmail."

"But annoying him is fun. Annoying Kihyun too."

"I swear you like being tortured."

You hear the person from before say, "Here you go. Enjoy."

"Thank you. Take care!"

"You too!"

The bell jingles again and then the sound of traffic is back.

"Did you eat?"

"Nope. I passed out on the couch when I got back from work and woke up right before you called."

In a voice that sounds nothing like yours, he mimics, "I love when you don't follow your own advice!"

"Since when do you follow yours? And I'm gonna eat, I just rested first. So simmer down kettle."

"Funny."

"Right?"

"What are you gonna eat?"

"Hmm, the Gymrat Special? A protein shake with an extra shot of protein and some protein on the side. Your favorite."

"Not funny."

"Well your muscles are no joke."

"You're so corny." He's right but he's also laughing.

"Want me to make another pot-kettle joke?"

"No, I want you to eat. It's getting late, you should order something before everything closes."

"Yeah. Our usual sounds good right about now."

"I was craving that too! As expected I am you, you are me~."

"Don't."

"It's catchy."

"It's creepy."

"Tru-" A strong whoosh of wind drowns him out for a few seconds. "-h shit that almost blew me off the sidewalk."

"Are you close to the dorm? I don't want you catching a cold just to talk to me."

"Darling, I'd catch a grenade for ya~"

"Same - another bad song choice though. And seriously hurry back, you've been sick enough for a lifetime."

"I'm almost there. And I'm dressed warm, only my eyes aren't covered."

"Cover those too!"

"Right, and walk right into something," He snorts. "It's okay, I'm home."

"Good. Eat and sleep well - that's an order. Tell everyone I said hi. Love you."

"Love you more. I promise I'll see you soon."

The call ends and you open your messages to text him a little more love and reassurance (read: five thousand heart emojis and even more "Hoseok is so talented/amazing/hard working/good looking"'s) when you hear the front door open.

"Delivery! Gym Rat Special!"

#wonho #lee hoseok #monsta x fluff #etchesonclearvinyl #wonho fluff

[9thmuse]

this is...

[one] in progress namjoon/reader | fwb - smut, (unnecessary & mild) angst, fluff [18+] I know I can’t do this, I know it too well

[warnings] unprotected sex, oral sex, face fucking, recording sex, nipple piercings 

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music inspo: something | yeah, i said it 

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Twenty minutes later, the keypad beeps and Namjoon walks in, quickly closing the door before he takes off the hat and mask covering his face. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim glow the street lights cast through the windows but after kicking off his shoes, he can see her sitting on the couch facing the door. It takes less time for him to register what her hands are doing; one slipped into her panties, moving in steady circles, and the other pushed up her shirt, caressing her breasts.

Their gazes meet then he’s over there in five strides. He kneels in front of her, smooths his palms up her thighs, and slides her panties down her legs to pool on the floor.

“I took too long, huh?” Namjoon asks with a small laugh, eyes watching her drip onto the cushions while her fingers swirl between her legs.

“I got bored,” she says, voice just this side of breathless.

He laughs again and reaches for her ass, hauls her to the edge of the cushion and she lifts her legs to rest them over his shoulders. Since she cums harder the longer she waits, he bides time by licking his lips and skimming them along the inside of her thighs, back and forth on each side before choosing a spot to suck a hickey onto her skin. She’s whining by the time he’s soothing the bruise with his tongue and her heels dig into his back to urge him on.

When he continues teasing she huffs. “Keep playing and you won’t get your gift."

Namjoon looks up, gaze lingering for a minute on the print of her nipple piercings pressing through her shirt then finally reaching her face. There are shallow marks on her bottom lip that let him know she’d been biting it to keep from begging. Or from cussing him out. Same difference. "What's the gift?"

"Make me cum first,” she says, those pretty eyes narrowed in challenge, and he snorts.

“When don’t I?”

He doesn't wait for a reply, just dips his head to her pussy and sucks the fingers still rubbing her clit into his mouth. After licking them clean he nudges her hand out of his way and gets to work.

Pressing his tongue flat between her lips, he sweeps up to her clit then down then up again, taking his time despite the hand she tangles in his hair demanding him to hurry up. He indulges in a few more laps before he tightens his grip on her ass and sucks on her clit. She moans and rocks against his face, fingers pulling his strands harder when he hums. When there’s that telltale twitch in her legs, Namjoon slips two fingers into her, finds her spot with practiced ease and strokes it, all the while swirling his tongue over her clit. She rides his fingers and tongue hard until her muscles tense up and she gushes onto his hand. He works her through it, and keeps going, relentless because he can never get enough of making her cum. He doesn’t stop until she pushes his head away.

“Okay okay okay - Okay!” she pants, shaking from the overstimulation.

Namjoon pulls away gently and flashes her the smuggest smile before going to get a washcloth. He waits until after he carefully cleans her up to ask, “So where’s my gift?"

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t hide her smile as tells him to go stand where the outside light shines in the brightest.

He raises an eyebrow but does as she says and leans against the wall facing the windows, taking the chance to watch her smile contently at the ceiling while she basks in the afterglow. His dick is beyond hard, begging for attention but he doesn’t want to ruin whatever surprise she’s planned so he keeps it in his pants, settling for palming himself a little.

It takes a few seconds before she can walk over to him without stumbling but soon she’s pressing her body against his, her hands grabbing the back of his neck and her head tilting up to kiss him. He wraps his arms around her waist and caresses all the soft skin he can reach as she nips his lips and licks into his mouth.

Namjoon bets she’s already wet again from tasting herself on him - it’s less of a gamble and more of a given really - but he doesn’t slip a hand down to prove himself right since it’s also a given that he wouldn’t stop until she cums again and she’s not ready to take another one yet.

He’s pulled from those thoughts when she sucks his tongue between her lips like it’s his dick and his actual dick pulses in his jeans. Distracted by her mouth, he pays little attention to her hands trailing down his chest until they grip the hem of his shirt and she steps back to yank it off him. After he helps her get it over his head and throw it somewhere, she grazes her nails around his nipples, digging in just hard enough to send jolts through his body, and kisses up his neck to his ear.

"Where’s your phone?”

How he hears her over his dick screaming to cum, he doesn’t know, but he reaches into his pocket and gives her the phone. He can’t be bothered to wonder why she asked for it - until she opens up the camera app and holds it out for him to take back. He thinks he knows what’s going on but he’s not entirely sure, doesn’t want to get overexcited and fuck this up with assumptions, so he waits. He watches her take off her shirt, the barbells adorning her nipples glinting as she moves. He watches her get on her knees and tuck her hair behind her ears.

She loosens his belt, undoes his jeans, and pulls his boxers along with the denim down to his knees, letting his dick slap up against his abs, hard and leaking. Her mouth hovers over the tip, warm puffs of air making his hips twitch, and she looks up with an eyebrow raised.

“You’re recording this, right?”

Namjoon almost drops the damn phone as his mind blips offline. But it’s back online and kicking into overdrive when she rubs her swollen lips under his head, coating them in his precum, and he can’t hit the red circle on the screen fast enough. Just enough light spills in from the windows to help the camera pick up how glossy her lips are now as she wraps them around his dick and slowly takes it all in her mouth til it touches the back of her throat. He stops breathing, can’t remember how to breathe, when she looks up - first at him and then straight into the camera - and sucks while she pulls off. She bobs back and does it all again and again and again.

His skin burns, his breathing's shot to hell, and it’s almost too much - the way she swallows every time he hits the back of her throat, the way her cheeks hollow out and her mouth drags hot and wet over him, the way she moans and gazes up like it feels as good for her as it does for him, the way she trusts him to record this.

He’s damn near overwhelmed as it is but then she grabs his free hand and places it on the back of her head. When she stops long enough to say, “fuck my face,” in the most wrecked voice before putting her mouth back on him, he swears he dies.

His hand slides down to cup her jaw and angle her just right before following her command, hips rocking at the same pace she set, slow like they both love, and fuck it’s perfect - she’s perfect.

He would tell her that and more except that would break their “No Feelings" rule that’s supposed to keep them from crossing over the friends with benefits line. Too bad he already fell in love with her before any of the sex, and even worse nothing good would come out of fessing up. Not only are they both too focused on chasing their dreams to commit to something more, but dating an idol sucks. Spending weeks, months apart, lying about being single, trying not to get caught on dates, and dealing with hate and threats if they’re found out is not the relationship he wants for either one of them. What they have now makes them both happy without going through all that, even if it’s not everything he wants. Hell, he doesn't know if she even wants something more.

So he holds back all the words he wants to say, locks them up with his love like he does every time he’s with her. Probably not a good idea to confess while she's sucking his soul out of his dick anyway. Instead he sweetly strokes his thumb over her cheek and lets only harsh breaths and groans pass through his lips as she brings him closer to the edge.

It’s not long before his toes curl and his stomach clenches and he’s truly dying. He cums down her throat, a loud groan coming out of his own, while she swallows and milks him for every last drop. She keeps working his sensitive dick and he lets out a strained laugh at the pain-tipped pleasure, knowing it’s payback for earlier, and gently nudges her off.

“Okay okay okay - Okay!” he mimics her and he’s sure her smile is even more smug than his was.

After she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, pulls his jeans and boxers back on his hips and stands up, she presses the red square on the phone that’s somehow still in his hand. He honestly forgot all about the video and probably didn’t get anything past her saying "fuck my face" - but he doesn’t mind. The real gift is the fact that she trusts him this much. God, could he get any more mushy? ...Probably.

“You can watch that whenever you miss me,” she teases, voice more wrecked than before, and he almost says something cheesy like "I miss you all the time." But he catches himself and instead asks, “What about when you miss me?”

A second later he realizes he definitely set himself up with that, so before she says something like "who said I'll miss you," he distracts her up with one hand slipping between her legs, the other palming her breast, and his lips brushing against hers.

“Where’s your phone?”

#namjoon #rm #namjoon smut #bts smut #etchesonclearvinyl

[9thmuse]

slept on

[one] complete  hoseok/reader | fluff, gender-neutral reader stuck between your bed and your boyfriend read on ao3

⋯ It takes a minute to realize why you woke up. You're stuck between your bed and your boyfriend, Hoseok laying almost completely on top of you, legs tangled with yours but his torso shifted just enough to the side to keep from smothering you. His weight's as comforting as it is confining, plus he's warm and smells like the shower gel that you (and Minhyuk) love, so you don't complain about being pressed into the mattress. Instead you wiggle your trapped arm out from underneath him and slip your fingers through his hair while your other hand strokes the arm wrapped around your waist. Hoseok hums into the crook of your neck, runs his lips along your skin and then kisses just beneath your jaw.

You sigh and snuggle in, fully expecting you both to doze off in a matter of seconds since sleep is still clouding around your conscious and exhaustion is radiating off Hoseok. But his mouth keeps working on that sensitive spot on your neck, the soft brush of his lips turning into lazy drags of lips and tongue, and his thigh presses up between your legs. Apparently he's not as tired as you thought...

Except soon enough you hear snores and feel soft puffs of air against the skin he was just sucking on and you can't help but laugh. God, you loved him, and every moment with him, even the ridiculous ones - especially the ridiculous ones - made your heart burst with the feeling. You're definitely going to tease him about this in the morning though, and with thoughts of his embarrassed smile you drift back to sleep.

#wonho #lee hoseok #fluff #monsta x fluff #etchesonclearvinyl #wonho fluff

[9thmuse]

late night exercise

[one] complete  zen/reader | smut-ish, fluff  [18+] “Come work out with me?”

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"Okay. You were supposed to go work out 10 minutes ago," you say, voice a bit breathless from making out with Zen. What started as a simple goodbye kiss escalated quickly, as usual, and whenever one pulled away the other leaned in for more. But as his manager, you have to make sure he sticks to the schedule and does what he needs to do. With the filming of the action movie starting next week, he needs to be in top shape for his big screen debut. So you have to stop kissing. Now.

"Just one more," Zen says, already leaning in. You push him back with your hands on his chest and shake your head.

"You said that 7 minutes ago. Go now or I'm calling the trainer so he can lecture you about not being ready to do your own stunts."

After a long sigh, Zen slips his hands out of your hair - only to place them over your hands on his chest.

"My sun, my moon, my stars. You're light is always guiding me. I don't even want to imagine where I would be without you."

You roll your eyes in fake exasperation but your smile gives you away. "I love you too. Now go."

He doesn't budge, just keeps you pressed into the door. "Come work out with me?"

"Nope. You'll either be distracted and hurt yourself or show off and hurt yourself if I'm there. And I hate going to the gym, you know that."

"But, babe." Cue puppy eyes. That look is usually reserved for getting him off the hook after doing something mushy and shameless in public. "Soon I'll be too busy filming for us to spend a lot of time together. Of course I cherish even just a second with you but I worry that I won't give you the attention you deserve." Ah, so that's why he's acting like this. Usually he wouldn't hesitate to do whatever necessary work for his career.

Soothing gentle caresses onto his chest, you assure, "Zen, I've never come even close to feeling unloved by you. And if I ever do, we'd talk about it and work through it like we do for everything else. We'll just make the best out of every moment we do have together."

Zen's smile holds so much affection that your heart skips a beat.

"So you're coming with me?"

"Nope. The goodbye kiss was the moment."

"Please," Zen whines. "We'd look so cute wearing matching sweats and cheering each other on! Plus, you'd see my muscles flexing under my sweat glistened skin. I guarantee it's better in person than gym selfies I send you."

"You wouldn't be focused and I see your muscles flex and skin glisten every time we make love." Zen refuses to call sex with you anything other than making love and he would never "reduce the physical expression of our undying passion to fucking." The sentiment is as sweet as it is dramatic. Zen in two words.

"Hmm, that's true." Zen thinks for a second and you can see when a light bulb switches on in his head. "Now that you mention it, doesn't making love count as a rigorous physical activity? Especially considering how long and intense our passion burns. If I stay," he pauses to trail his fingers down your sides before resting his hands on your hips. "I can exercise and have more time with you."

You could argue with that, but you really don't want to. To be honest you're wet from just making out and at this point you probably aren't going to convince him to go to the gym.

With a long sigh of your own, you slide your hands up to hold onto his neck, and Zen catches you when you jump up to wrap your legs around him.

"Fine. Let's make sure you get a good workout."

#mm #mystic messenger #zen #mm zen #hyun ryu #etchesonclearvinyl #flufff

[9thmuse]

if (this is the end)

[one] complete  robin/raven | angst, smut-ish [18+] love doesn’t overcome shit.  [warnings] infidelity  read on ao3

Love doesn’t overcome shit.

Which was why their kisses tasted bitter, each press of their lips tainted with regret as tongues tangled to prevent more broken promises from being spoken.

Because there was no happy ending for them. No fairy tale miracle that would either fix their damaged marriages or allow them to be together, to belong only to each other, without hurting the others they loved, who didn’t deserve this betrayal.

And in the end these stolen moments were just painful reminders of a forever that they couldn’t have and only made it harder to keep pretending that their homes were where they wanted to be.

So they had to end it now, tonight. This was the last time Raven could find comfort in his arms, moan his name like a prayer and feel his heart beat against hers. The last time Richard could give her all his love, get pleasure from giving it to her and whisper words from his heart into her ear. This was the last time. This had to be the last time.

If only they could live without it.

#robrae #robin #raven #teen titans #etchesonclearvinyl

[9thmuse]

wake up call

[one] in progress shigezane/reader (OC) | modern au - friends to lovers, fluff and pining (maybe smut?)

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She's in that limbo between sleep and consciousness, mind floating peacefully in the darkness behind her closed eyes, holding on to the rested feeling for a little bit longer...

"Goooooooooooood Morning, Sunshine!" Shigezane all but bellows in her ear.

Yani shoots up with a scream and then chucks her pillow at him while he laughs right next to her.

"How about you use an air horn next time! It'll be quieter than your mouth!"

"Good idea," he replies with all the cheer of someone who enjoys being awake before noon.

"God, this is why no one likes morning people," she groans. "You won't let the rest of us sleep."

He shrugs. "Someone has to pick us off the floor in time for work."

It's then that she realizes that she is on the floor, his living room floor, with his ultra plush area rug and even plusher throw blanket making an amazing makeshift bed. On the coffee table beside her are a huge bowl that no doubt has nothing but popcorn kernels at the bottom, two wine glasses, and an empty bottle. Thank god they didn't break out the tequila, she would have probably - definitely - killed him for yelling in her ear if she had a hangover.

"Why do we never just sleep on the couch?"

"Because it feels more like a sleepover when we watch movies on the floor."

"Oh yeah." She stretches and yawns. "What time is it?"

"6:18."

"Did you take a shower yet?"

"Nope."

They lock eyes. And then they're off, racing to the bathroom. Shigezane has a head start but she trips him up by tossing the blanket at his feet and takes the lead. Just as Yani passes through the doorway, his arms loop around her waist and pull her back before plopping her out of the way. He jumps into the shower and closes the glass door, shouting "Undefeated Champion" and doing a victory dance.

He laughs at her grumbled "Undefeated Asshole" and says, "I'm just warming up the water for you, Doll."

"Right." Snorting, she goes over to the sink to brush her teeth.

Shigezane tosses his clothes over the shower door before turning on the water, and Yani keeps her eyes on the sink until steam fills the room and fogs up the glass.

#slbp shigezane #date shigezane #slbp #samurai love ballad party #fluff #etchesonclearvinyl #i /might/ finish this

[9thmuse]

sugar lips, coffee cheeks

[one] [two] complete  namjoon/reader | fluff, gender-neutral reader sweeter than sweet 

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⋯ "What are you doing?"

After watching you pour honey on your finger, sprinkle brown sugar over the honey, and then rub the mix on your lips, Namjoon finally asks what he can't figure out.

Lifting your finger from your mouth, you answer, "Exfoliating. It's how my lips stay soft and moisturized." Then you go back to scrubbing.

He stares at your lips while he licks his own, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth and dimpling his cheeks.

"Can I try?"

You smile as sweet as the mix on your lips, crook your sticky finger at him and say, "Sure."

He moves in for a kiss, but before your lips touch you plant your finger on his mouth and spread the sugar and honey.

"You really should start using lip scrubs," you say, laughing as his face goes from startled to annoyed. But he lets you rub his mouth until you're satisfied.

"Now what?" He huffs when you pull away.

"Now," you hover your lips close to his, "we lick it off."

#namjoon #fluff #bts fluff #rm #etchesonclearvinyl #i originally wrote this when namjoon used to walk around ashy like that was cute #he has since learned the gospel of moisturizing and i just want to thank god and jesus #namjoon fluff

[9thmuse]

sugar lips, coffee cheeks

[one] [two] complete namjoon/reader | fluff, gender-neutral reader sweeter than sweet

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You bump Namjoon and he bumps you back, laughing and slipping around as you try to move each other out the way of the shower spray instead of just taking turns. It doesn't take long for it to get dangerous, so before one of you falls through the shower curtain you let him rinse off the suds in peace and then follow suit. Done, you turn off the the water and pick up the container of your favorite body scrub.

"Exfoliating time," you announce while scooping enough mix out for the both of you. After the super messy make out session in the kitchen, you convinced Namjoon to experience your whole soft skin regimen.

Namjoon sniffs the glob you dump in his hands. "Is this coffee?"

"Mmhmm. And sea salt and sugar and fruit oils and other good stuff."

His eyebrows raise but he doesn't comment, just keeps breathing in the aroma like the coffee lover he is.

"Okay, sift a little onto one hand and then massage it in circles over your skin," you instruct. "Like this."

He watches you demonstrate, following along with a look on his face like he's not sure if he likes the feeling. "Is this supposed to heat up?" he asks, glancing over his body in alarm.

"Yeah, it's invigorating," you explain, complete with jazz hands that make bits of scrub fall from your fingers.

He snorts and relaxes, goes back to scrubbing until all the skin within his reach is covered. You scoop some more scrub out and tell him to turn around so you can get his back. Working from his shoulders down, you gently rub lower and lower. "Coffee cheeks and coffee wings," you sing, smoothing your hands over his butt and then back up to his shoulders.

Namjoon laughs and turns to face you, slathering more scrub on his hands before his arms wrap around your waist so he can grab your butt. He gives it a little squeeze, runs his palms in circles over it and then drags his hands up your back, spreading around the mix. When he's sure he didn't miss a single spot he pulls back and asks, "Can we wash it off now?"

"Give it a few minutes for the oils to soak in." To pass the time, you reach over to the sink for your phone, check the bluetooth connection and then play your spa day playlist through the speaker suctioned to the tiles in the shower. Namjoon's body immediately moves to the beat, limbs jerking, fingers snapping, bits of the scrub flying off his skin and his face scrunched up like he's killing it.

You hype him up and laugh so hard you slip, scrambling to hold on to something. He catches you and the two of you wobble for a whole minute but somehow staying on your feet.

"Please don't die," he jokes, but it's honestly a real possibility between the two of you. He turns the water back on so y'all can rinse off before someone really does get hurt.

A face mask and full body moisturizing later, you and Namjoon sprawl out on the bed in your comfiest clothes, arms and legs thrown over each other and songs from your spa day playlist floating through the room.

He sighs, the contentment of the sound resonating with you, and you sigh too.

"This is nice," he says. "Refreshing, rejuvenating, restoring, rebalancing, rela-"

"Relax, nerd," you interrupt with a laugh before he lists every alliterating synonym he can think of. He flashes you a smile, dimples showing, and presses a kiss on your cheek. You pull him closer, snuggle into the warmth of his chest and settle in for a nap.

#namjoon #fluff #bts fluff #rm #etchesonclearvinyl #how many song references can I make before y'all get tired of me? *toostie pop owl voice* let's find out #also my skin after using trader joes coffee body scrub? soft smooth scented stimulat- #namjoon fluff

[9thmuse]

pay attention

[one] [two] complete  sam/reader (OC) | smut  [18+] “Do I bore you, Mr. Winchester?” [warnings] domme/sub dynamics, roleplay, oral sex, anal fingering, edging

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“You seem to have trouble concentrating during lecture, Mr. Winchester. Is something wrong?” Denise looks over the frame of the glasses, watches from the doorway how Sam’s eyes undress her from head to toe before he swallows thickly.

It takes him a minute to catch on but then he’s quick to play along. “N-no, professor, nothing’s wrong.”

“But you’re just so distracted.” He’s all but hypnotized by the switch in her hips, the six-inch heels clicking across the library floor as she walks over to the opposite side of the table. There’s open books and notes strewn all along the wooden surface, ancient texts about magic and monsters scrawled in ornate letters. She places her hand right on the inked pages and leans over, gives Sam an eyeful of her boobs underneath her barely buttoned shirt, almost spilling out of the lace bra in his favorite color. “Do I bore you, Mr. Winchester?” The edge in her voice is fake but the want on his face is all too real.

He’s quick to answer her, quick to say his line in this play so they could get on to the real show. “Of course not, Professor. I could never get bored of you.” He makes it obvious he's speaking of more than this game, his gaze going past the facade to see just her. She smiles and winks, letting him know she loves him too, before re-donning her character and moving around the table to his side. After a few pets of his hair, nails rasping his scalp, she grabs a fistful of brown strands tugs his head back, looks down at his exposed throat that bobs once, twice.

She has to work to sound stern and unaffected, like she has no interest in this, like her nipples aren’t already hard, her pussy wet. “Maybe your focus needs some training.”

It's not a question but he licks his lips and nods as much as he can. She smiles and gives another sharp tug of his hair that he groans for, then she lets go. She already planned out how she is going to torture him so she doesn’t have to think about what to do next. She picks up the big book he’d been going over before she walked in the room and handed it to him, her ass taking its place on the table. She scoots around until she’s in the perfect position to spread her legs in front Sam, her heels resting on the arms of his chair as her skirt rides up above her thigh high stockings. The book almost hits the floor when he sees she isn’t wearing any panties to match her bra.

She clears her throat and admonishes, “Up here, Mr. Winchester.” There’s a beat before his gaze snaps up and there’s war brewing in his eyes. She knows all too well how much he wants to take control, wants to probably bend her over the table and fuck her until she can’t walk straight. But he knows that she can make him feel so, so good when he gives up that control, lets her drive him as crazy as he drives her. She pushes him to pick a poison, she’s more than fine with either one.

With a raised eyebrow, she challenges, “Are you going to be good for me, Sam?"

He inhales deep, his broad chest rising with it, and then relaxes a bit as he exhales and nods, surrendering the reins.

"Good.” She gestures at the book in his grasp. “Read aloud until I say when. Make sure your eyes and hands stay on the book,” she commands. She waits for him to follow her orders then leans back on one hand, bringing the other to her mouth so she can suck two fingers into her mouth. Denise watches Sam fight to keep his attention at the page as she moans around her fingers, laves them with her tongue before pulling them out with a pop. She’s impressed that he doesn’t so much as flicker a glance, though he trips over a over a word or two. He’s reading a how-to about protection spells apparently but she’s far more interested in the warmth of his voice and the way his mouth moves than the words themselves.

The words are soon drowned out anyway when she ups the ante by fucking her spit-slick fingers into her soaking pussy, the sticky-wet sound of her playing with herself combining with her gasps to overpower whatever the hell he’s saying. Jaw clenched hard, Sam stops reading and instead burns holes into the page with a hot stare. His hands are shaking a bit and Denise imagines him taking over, those long fingers going deep and then curling up to rub her spot, relentless as he thumbs her clit. Her hips grind into her hand at the thought, her clit pushing into her palm. They both love when his hands are on and in her pussy but right now he’s supposed to be doing something else.

“Focus.” She doesn’t mean for it to come out as a moan, though an evil part of her enjoys how it makes him close his eyes and take several deep breaths before he tries to continue reading. He’s doing well until her leg straightens out onto his shoulder as she rides her fingers harder. Then his eyes sweep over her like a caress. She doesn’t scold him, too far gone to care about their game at the moment, and when he drops the book to squeeze the back of her thighs, all she can do is cum. He holds her legs open and stares as she draws out the pleasure, fingers moving leisurely as her hips stutter.

After she floats down from her high, she crosses her arms, plants a heel into his chest and tsks, “Sammy, you can do better than that.” The war’s brewing again but she’s not giving him a choice this time. “We’re not done yet. Move back.” She pushes with her foot, digs the heel in a little so he hisses as he scoots the chair back until she says stop.

She appraises him, pretending to look for a problem, and acts surprised to see the tent in his jeans. “No wonder you can’t concentrate. You’ve been thinking with the wrong head."

He snorts but doesn’t say anything, keeping the reins in her hands. Grinning, she rewards him with a sweet kiss.

But her voice is anything but sweet, words dripping with sinful promise when she says, "We’ll have to handle your problem, won’t we?”

#sam winchester #smut #sam winchester smut #supernatural #supernatural smut #etchesonclearvinyl

[9thmuse]

on your knees

[one] complete raven/jason todd (red x) | smut [18+] he was to get on his needs and simply, helplessly, watch.  [warnings] domme/sub dynamics, voyourism, exhibitionism, implied pegging, oral sex mention  read on ao3

Jason’s throat is dry as he watches her wetness drip down from her core, following the trail left from her first orgasm. His skin is icy-hot and with every panted breath he’s reminded of the leather collar clasped snugly around his throat, the matching cock ring tight around his pulsing dick. The need to bury his head between her thighs and drink from her, devour her, thrums in his veins.

But Raven ordered him not to touch her or himself. He was to get on his knees and simply, helplessly, watch. An order he didn’t dare disobey because as much as he relished the delicious pain of punishments, the relentless pleasure of rewards was much more addicting.

So with his arms bound behind his back, he kneels on the stage, barely a foot away from her, and watches the show she puts on not just for him but for their audience seated close by. Raven is a star Domme at the club, known for effortlessly commanding any scene she acts in and leaving participants and onlookers alike begging for more.

And right now he is so close to begging to touch her, to put his mouth on her. To run his tongue in circles around her clit and then suck until she screams. To thrust his tongue inside her until she rides his face to another climax. To lick her clean until she gushes messily again and again and ag-

“Jason,” she moans breathlessly, snapping him out of his reverie.

His heart slams against his chest as she comes apart, feet braced on the table and legs spread wide, one hand teasing her nipples while the other frantically works her exposed pussy. Sinful sounds spill from her lips and her back arches, pushing her heaving chest in the air, whole body tensing before going limp, trembling slightly with aftershocks.

Now that she is silent he could hear the slick noises of enjoyment, testament that the others enjoyed the display as much as he did. But those sounds fade into a distant thought when Raven stands in front of him, using the fingers that were deep inside her moments ago to smear her pleasure on his lips. Months of discipline keep his tongue from darting out to taste her.

“My baby listens so well. Barely moved at all." Her praise flows through him, makes him burn even hotter. "You really want that reward, huh?”

A needy groan ripples from deep in his throat and his eyes plead her to do something, anything, to ease the ache.

“I'll give you just what you need,” she says, and after leaning down to kiss her essence off his lips, she walks over the chest holding their favorite toys.

When she pulls out a purple double-ended dildo and a leather flogger, his stomach clenches.

God, does he love being good for her.

#raven #red x #smut #etchesonclearvinyl #teen titans

[9thmuse]

break the ice

[one] [two] in progress eddie/rose | college au - smut-ish [18+] baby, I can make you feel (hot hot hot hot)

[warnings] dry humping, STI talk

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Three hours and one old, mildly disturbing vampire flick later, they were back in Eddie’s car waiting for the engine to warm up.

“I honestly don’t want to talk about whatever the hell we just saw,” Eddie admitted, sounding throughly traumatized.

“D-don’t be s-so dramat-tic.” The taunt would have had more effect without the chattering teeth. “I-I just wanna know why she thought-t it was okay to have s-sex with him while he was a b-bat,” Rose said as more shivers racked through her, mostly from the deathly chill, though she could admit to herself that the creepy ass movie was definitely a factor.

Eddie fidgeted with the temperature dials on the dashboard as if that would make the cool air blasting through the vents turn hot any faster. “Don’t kink shame, Rose.” He cast a worried glance at Rose before taking off his beanie and offering it to her. “You okay?”

“I f-fucking hate winter,” she replied, tugging on the hat without a second thought because dying of hypothermia in some loser’s car was not how she wanted to go out.

Alright, he wasn’t so much of a loser, more a giant dork in an almost adorable way. During the drive into town, the quick stop at the gas station to buy snacks to sneak into the theatre, and the entire movie that only the two of them bought tickets to see, he cracked the corniest jokes, trying so hard to make Rose laugh; an effort that begged her to like him. A cry for acceptance that resonated with her own buried insecurities.

So she let her guard down a little, softened her tough exterior a bit - just enough to not push him away. Plus corny jokes are her weakness apparently. She's been laughing with him the whole time.

He gave up on the dials, simply closing the vents until they could be useful, and turned on the radio instead, drumming to the beat of an overplayed Christmas song on the steering wheel. “You think they’re done knockin’ boots?”

The shivers died down in the absence of the blast of cold air and Rose swiftly reached over to change the station (if she heard “All I Want for Christmas" one more time…). "Please. Super Quick isn’t Superman, no matter how hard he tries to be. No way in hell he could last this long.”

“He sounds like Superman through the wall. Traci complained about Megan being loud but I thought she meant in general, not that she was a screamer.” The scandalized look on his face made him cuter, but you didn't hear that from her. “I mean, what does he do to her?”

And that reminded her of her earlier thoughts of messing around. Rose might have lied about not being a hater who wasn’t jealous when she was the only one not getting any. She was jealous, she wanted to fuck and here was the perfect opportunity.

She turned off the radio and faced Eddie. “Wanna find out?"

"Wh-what?” he sputtered, looking so bewildered, as if Rose suggesting sex with him was the last thing he expected.

Rather than answer him, she slowly unzipped her coat, locking her gaze with his, a sinful smile on her lips. The chill still hanging in the car rushed inside her now open coat, going straight through her sweater to bite at the skin underneath. But she ignored the prickling goosebumps and fought against the shivers threatening to return. She was on a mission and if she succeeded, she’d be hot before long.

Eyebrows raised and eyes widened in disbelief, he held up his hands. “Wait, wait, hold on. Are you sure you wanna do this? Here? I mean, aren’t you cold?"

It was easy enough to climb over the console and onto his lap, straddling him and making sure there that was no space between them. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, feeling his warmth immediately seep through her clothes and she vaguely remembered him mentioning something about having an abnormally high body temperature.

She leaned down until her lips brushed against his and whispered, "warm me up,” before getting right to licking into his mouth.

He kissed back eagerly, meeting her demands with an intensity she wasn’t expecting. She didn’t even have to guide his hands under her sweater; they slid up and caressed her skin of their own accord, which left her free to tangle her fingers in his hair, tug his head to the side and suck hickeys onto his neck.

To his credit, Eddie gave as good as he got. While Rose was busy leaving bruises on his skin, he got to work unclasping her bra and groping her breasts, making sure to drag his palms over her nipples. He even scooted in his seat so they lined up perfectly for him grind into her. She actually gasped - partly because he caught her off guard, but mostly because though she was sure he was just half hard, he felt huge. Like she’d sore for days after huge. No fucking way he was packing that much heat.

Curiosity had her pulling back and Eddie promptly stopped everything, hips going still and hands sliding out of her top.

Concern was etched all over his face when he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Good to know he held to her judgement of his character. She smiled at his decency and soothed his worries with a pat on the cheek. "Nothing, just gotta check something,“ she said while undoing his jeans.

He freezes up and it dawns on her how he could interpret that. Yikes, way to be tactless Rose. She’s about to explain that’s not what she meant (though they should talk about that sooner rather than later) when he cuts in.

"I - uh, I had chlamydia once, about a year ago and I got it treated. Haven’t really been with anyone since then but I still get tested and my last results were negative for everything,” he says in a rush.

Also good to know. And another point for Eddie.

“I had gonorrhea, got treated, and am all negative now too. Thanks for the honesty.”

“No problem.”

“Now that that’s out of the way, I can go back to seeing how big your dick is.”

He choked and Rose would’ve laughed except she finally managed to get a hand around him and she choked too. Jesus Fucking Christ.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, you’re almost too big,” she breathed, truly in awe. She had to fuck him, she had to fuck him right now.

“Thanks?”

“Please tell me you have a condom.”

Eddie checked his pockets and then patted the rest of his body as if a condom would magically appear under his sleeve.

He finally gave up with a defeated groan. “I gave my last one to Jaime.”

“Dammit!” All the stores in this backwoods town were closed by now, even the gas station mini-mart. Here she was ready to fuck a more than decent guy for once and the universe cock blocks. Thanks.

But she was never one to accept defeat so she wasn’t giving up now. “Fine, we’ll improvise.”

It’s not until after she maneuvered herself out of her jeans and shimmed his out of the way that he seemed to get plan.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, this is good, I mean better than good, this is-”

Rose shut him up by sticking her tongue down his throat and dry humping him for all he was worth.

Some time later they were still in the theater parking lot, waiting for the windows to defog. They were both quiet, which was fine by Rose since she liked to float on cloud 9 in peace, but she could tell he wanted to say something. Rather than help him out, she let him squirm.

It was cute how Eddie went from fidgeting with the temperature dials again now that the car was a little too hot to drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to changing the radio station, all the while sneaking glances at Rose. Though all that nervous energy was bound to start grating on her nerves.

Thankfully he came out with it before she got annoyed. “So uh, neither one of us screamed,” he hedged.

She thought about mentioning how loud he moaned when he came in his boxers but instead decided to take his obvious offer.

“Guess we gotta try harder next time.”

#rose wilson #eddie bloomberg #ravager #kid devil #teen titans #smut #etchesonclearvinyl #eddierose

[9thmuse]

break the ice

[one] [two] in progress  eddie/rose | college au - smut-ish [18+] baby, I can make you feel (hot hot hot hot)

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Rose stared blankly at the red ‘X’ magnet on her door, Megan’s “discreet” way of signaling that her and Conner were still screwing, as if the not so discreet sounds drifting through the door weren’t hint enough.

The urge to walk right on in intensified with every second, egged on by her boredom and slight annoyance. It’d been over an hour since Little Miss Sunshine sent her the “Conner’s here” text and Rose had taken extra time eating in the dining hall, even took the scenic route back to the dorm despite the below 20 bite in the December air, so that they could finish bumping uglies. More than enough courtesy for a roommate she was barely beginning to like.

A loud moan of Conner’s name rang sharply into the hallway before abruptly cutting off and Rose hoped that signaled the the beginning of the end. But the bed kept creaking one, two, three minutes later and she rolled her eye. How could she forget that Kent, college football star, had the stamina of a porn star and the determination of a man with something to prove? (Rose didn't start the nickname, but she sure as hell made sure it caught on.) Megan told her they went at it for almost three hours one night and only stopped because they literally couldn’t cum anymore. Rose didn’t know the two scouts had it in them.

Usually it wasn’t a problem - Rose wasn’t a hater; she could appreciate a good, long fuck even when she wasn’t participating - but there was absolutely nothing for her to do. Finals were less than a week away which meant that everyone was holed up somewhere quiet to study and/or stress (the path Megan had worn into their room floor was a testament to the latter and if Conner either fucked her nerves away or fucked the feeling out of her legs so she couldn’t drive Rose homicidal with her damn pacing, Rose might stop calling him Super Quick). Even the slackers were scrambling to save their grades with last minute effort. There were no parties to crash, no fights to start, no bones to jump. The place felt like a fucking morgue.

Huffing, Rose tried to think of something, anything, to keep her busy. Working out was a no because some asshole thought wrapping all the equipment in bacon was a cute prank so the gym was closed for the rest of the semester for sterilization. Smoking was out because: a) it was fucking freezing outside, and b) she lit up her last cigarette on the walk back. Trying to join the energizer bunnies in her room was out because the first and last time she suggested a threesome, the pair began a nauseating speech about their commitment to each other and being all that the other needed and blah blah blah.

That just left her last resort.

With a disgusted shake of her head, Rose was ready to resign herself to studying in the library when the door next to hers opened, letting a lanky guy tumble out of the room and onto the hallway floor, then slammed close.

Grinning, the guy picked himself up, dusted himself off and pulled a foil packet out of his jacket pocket before yelling, “Pretty sure I have the last condom, Jaime.”

The door promptly reopened and Jaime, Traci’s geeky boyfriend, snatched the rubber out of skinny dude’s hand, saluted him and slammed the door in his face again.

“Get some!” he shouted like a Marine.

Rose snorted. She’d seen this guy around campus plenty of times, his long copper hair stood out almost as much as Rose’s longer silver strands, and he always seemed to draw attention to himself on top of that. Traci mentioned his name once but Rose really didn’t care enough to remember it.

At the sound of her snort, the redhead turned in her direction then mock-marched his way over, grin stretching impossibly wider.

“Et tu, huh?” He asked, head nodding toward her room just as Megan and Conner moaned in synch as if on cue.

Rose’s eye rolled again, whether it was at the theatrics of the fornicators or his bad Latin she didn’t know. Probably both. Definitely both.

But he had the potential to be a better waste of time than studying so she hummed a reply. “Mmhm.”

“So…” He continued, smile falling just a bit. “I’m sexed out…” He gestured at himself.

“Mmhm.”

“You’re sexed out…” Gesture at Rose.

“Mmhm.”

“There’s nothing to do…” Exaggerated shrug.

“Mmhm.”

“Wanna drive to town to watch a weird one dollar movie at the old theater?” He finished while obnoxiously flashing keys he fished out of his jeans.

That… was not what she expected at all. An awkward invitation to mess somewhere (that she was prepared to accept because hey, he was actually cute once you really looked at him, and god knows anything was better than being surrounded by overachievers and irrelevant books)? Yeah. An awkward invitation to watch a shitty movie? Nope.

Rose laughed, hard, right in his face, and turned to make her way to the elevator. Without looking back at him, Rose called over her shoulder, “You coming?”

“Um. Yeah?” He speed-walked to catch up to her, hand extended for a hand shake. “I’m Eddie by the way.”

She stared at his hand blankly until he let it fall to his side. With a small smile, she stepped into the elevator, waiting until the doors slid closed after Eddie to say, “Rose.”

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