#gamers fanfiction

[whore-ibly-hot]

Best friend!Retro-gamer!Yandere x Fem! Or Transmasc!Reader

"My Player Two"

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, cum play, begging, general perversion, dry-humping.

(AN: Merry early xmas or equivalent holiday, guys! I have given you all the present of rising from the grave to deliver some submissive yandere horny thoughts.)

A gentle tug shakes you out of your thoughts, making you sit up quickly and turn your attention to your friend, Lewis.

The curly haired brunettes tongue just barely pokes out between his lips, thick coke-bottle glasses slipping off his nose. He's trying his best to play his video game, whilst also keeping one hand on your shoulder. "Hey, I asked you somethin'!" He says, not glancing away from the screen.

"Sorry, just zoned out. Whatcha need?" You tilt your head and adjust your posture when he puts the hand from your shoulder back onto his controller.

"I was telling you that I think I'm real close to beating my Galaga score at the arcade on 54th. Real close to getting my initials up on that screen."

"That's great, Lewis. I'm glad all that practicing with your hands is paying off." He blushes at the encenuation. "You know, if you'd like you could come and see me, when I get that high score. It'd be pretty great." He grabs an old plastic cup by the side of his bed, handing it to you with a shake.

"I've even got a few coins for you, if you want them. Maybe we could play a couple rounds side-by-side, or I could use them, and get you a slushie or something from the prize counter." He looks at you hopefully, with large eyes. You giggle, and reach out to adjust his glasses, pushing them back up his nose. "Sure, Lewis. I can bring my own coins though how much you covet those coins." He chuckles.

The clock chimes 9:00 and your head whips over to see the time. "Oh, geez. I gotta get out of here, Lewis, I've got classes in the morning." He pouts a little, trying to think of a reason to get you to stay a little longer.

"Hey, maybe you could sleep over, just borrow one of my shirts. I'd hate to make you go home, plus I've got food here." He stands. You shake your head as you fumble around for your stuff.

"I can't Lewis, thanks though, I'll see you soon, okay? Uh, call me when you plan to go to the arcade, alright."

"Okay, goodnight then, Y/N..." he watches wistfully as you leave, trying to resist the urge to pull you back for just a few more minutes. He'd give you soda, or some more snacks. Lewis is hesitant to let anyone touch his controllers, but if you wanna play two player, he'll allow it, you'd just have to promise to be gentle. He knows you would be though, your always so gentle. With him, with animals and other people, (though he wishes it was him mostly.).

Lewis has never been popular at your school, it was bad in elementary, and only got worse when the social politics of high school kicked in. He was scrawny, freckled, and loved anything geeky. He was bad at sports and an only child, making him a little socially inept. He didn't care though, he may had wanted someone in elementary to play with, or in sixth and seventh grade to be his friend, but by eight grade year, it didn't matter. That's when he met you. Sweet, perfect you.

You were immediately popular at school. You were friendly, attractive, and outgoing, everything he tried and failed to be. Becoming your friend changed everything for him. He was still bullied and picked on, but it didn't matter. As long as you saw him as worthy, he was happy. His parents even stopped goading him about going out more, once they saw he actually had a friend, which just led him to have more time to stay indoors, with you and his consoles.

He lays on his bed thinking about how much you've meant to him, having set his controller aside, when he realizes the scent of your shampoo is still lingering on his pillow. You smell so good, and there's still a warm patch from where your laying.

"No... fuck." He whines, feeling his cock twitch to life from under his jeans. He runs a hand through his hair, fighting shame and carnal need. He quickly pokes his head around his blinds, making sure his parents aren't home yet. After deciding the coast is clear, He locks his door and gets under his bed, digging around for his book. Eventually, he finds the family photo fromthe christmas card your family sent his last december, just a couple months ago. He feels so dirty for jerking it to your family photo, especially considering your other family members pictures are on the page, but all the cute Polaroid pictures he has of the pair of you are still developing, and he really needs to look at you right now.

Normally, he'd just just turn on the adult late night channels, but he heard from some of the guys at school that usage of those channels are starting to reflect on cables bills, and he'd rather not get his TV taken.

In a moment of desperation, he kisses your photo once, before taping it up to his headboard, and grabbing the nearest pillow. Even though it's not you, and his cock desperately needs to be free from his jeans, he wants to make it romantic. He straddles the pillow, pretending in his head that this isnt weird at all, it's just.... practice for if, no, when he convinces you that he can provide reasons for you to love him.

"Y/N..." he huffs, looking down at the pillow and trying not to think about how embarrassing he's being. "I like you so much, I do, and I need-" he rolls his hips. "I need to be in you, I do." He tries to imagine what you might say.

"I know, i-its my first time too, but it'll be really good. I'll make sure I make you feel good, and I'll go really slow, even if I want to speed up." He begins undoing his pants. "You know, you thought you were being funny, making that dirty joke about practicing with my hands, but I bet some of that dexterity might carry over?" He chuckles, before groaning as he kicks off his boxers. "Stupid, that was stupid. Don't say that when this is a sure thing."

He looks down at his freckled dick, the tip red and leaking, slightly bulbous. He's pretty thin, but a decent length. He's sure if he figured out the right way to use it, he'd make you feel amazing. He's know you'll make him feel amazing.

"I'm gonna put it in now, okay? Y-yeah, yeah I'll go slow. Of course, I wouldn't hurt you or anything, unless you wanted that. I'd do anything for you." He groans, before rubbing his tip against the pillow and pumping his hips slowly. He pants, glasses fogging up.

"S' really good, not just on my dick but... but having you up against me, feels so nice to hold you." He clutches the pillow like a life preserver while he ruts away into it, whispering and panting praises and assurances to it.

"Gonna cum, god, I-I feel it coming. I wanna be a good guy, and pull it out but-" He moans. "You feel so good, I can't." He imagines in his head your on the pill, maybe for cramps, but... maybe just for him. "I-I can cum inside you? Really? Go's, yeah, yeah. Okay, I'll do that. I'll give it to you, and I'll clean you up right after I- shit." He can feel himself losing control at the thought of ruining you, the sight of his cum leaking out of your holes. He moans loudly, though it choked back and emotional enough it sounds like more of a cry. Thick, white cum comes out in strings, all across the crisp white fabric of his pillowcase.

Once that post-nut clarity hits, he groans. How could he be so stupid? This pillow had to be cleaned now, and that would wash out all the remnants of your scent. He sighs as he chucks the pillow case into his laundry basket, and tucks his spent cock back into his jeans. Wiping off his fogged up glasses, he looks at the photo of you again, taking it down from his bedframe. He leans back against the headboard as he looks at it.

"M'so in love with you, I wish I had the guts to say it. I play the hero all day, everyday in my games, why can't I just be like them. Strong enough to get the girl, and keep her. Not jerk off to a pillow and a family photo." He tucks it back under his bed. He'll impress you, he's just gotta find a way.

Several days later, you got a call from Lewis to meet him at the arcade. Grabbing your keys, you head out.

Upon arriving, you enter, and see Galaga. Huh, Lewis's initials were already on the leaderboard! He must've won before you showed up. Heading outside, you hear grunting from an alleyway. Concerned, you peek around the corner, and gasp.

"Hey!" You yell, running up. The two punks who were standing over your battered friend turn there heads, only to snicker. It's two boys from you and Lewis's class.

"Oh, Y/N, perfect timing. This geek was getting taught a lesson." The jock snickers.

"What is your problem? He didn't do anything to you guys!" You push past them to try and help Lewis up, but he looks mortified to see you. "N-no, no Y/N, don't-"

"Yeah, he didn't do anything to us, it's about what he did to you, or maybe, what you did to him." You turn around, and Lewis pales. "What're you talking about?" Your brows furrow.

"This geek has been in that shitty arcade all day, playing that game. When he beat his high score, he started dancing like a little girl. We laughed at him, and he started going off. Yelling about how he didn't need our approval, and he wasn't upset. He had something we couldn't take from him. We asked him, and he said it was you." You tilt your head.

"Yeah, man. We knew this creep had been following you around for a while, but we didn't know he thought you were friends. We said we didn't believe him, and he got so upset he started claiming he was your friend, that you loved each other. Even, heh-" The two laugh. "Even that he fucked you."

"W-what?" You gasp and look at him. "Lewis?"

"I'm so sorry, I... I needed them to believe we were close, that you did care." He blubbers, reaching our weakly to your blurry form, glasses broken.

"He got graphic with it, too. Talked about condoms and taking you from behind up in his bed, since it isn't true, the little perverts been fantasizing about it for a while. If nothing else, we did you a public service, shutting this creeps mouth." The taller jock says, trying to put a hand on your shoulder.

"Don't touch them!" Lewis screeches, blindly lashing out, weakness replaced by a moment of fury. "Jesus, he's crazier than we thought. Need us to walk you home?" The jock winks. You shake your head vehemently.

"Just go." You say coldly, not turning to face them. "Whatever, bitch. Don't blame us if this sicko does something to you." Only you and Lewis are left in the alley now.

"Y/N..."

"Don't, Lewis." You snap, making him recoil into himself. "I trusted you, you were my friend, h-how could you say such lewd things about me?" You ask.

"I-I didn't meant them to be leed, I was just angry. I mean, I would like to do that stuff with you, but it'd be romantic! I'd never try and defile you or something shitty like that. Just please, can we go back inside?" He begs. "I'll get you that slushie like I promised!"

You shake your head. "I... I need some time to process all this, Lewis. I think it's best if we don't see each other for a bit." His face falls. Despite what's happened, you almost regret what you said. He looks broken.

He kneels before you, on the ground. "Y/N, no, please. Your my only friend, my best friend, I'm sorry! I'll never talk like that again, I'll do anything to make it up to you! I-I take hormone suppression pills, o-or... I don't know, take an abstinence pledge, just don't leave. Your my everything, my best friend-"

You've already left the alley when he looks up. A few game tokens lay scattered, meant for you but having been lost from his pockets during his beat down.

"No... you're supposed to be my player two..."

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[clownsuu]

Get CRABBED aahHahhaah

What- are these funky lil lads doin on my screen-???

#LMAOO THANK YOU FOR THE GIFT #THOUGH HONESTLY I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THESE LIL FELLERS DO #They are invading my screen- #H e l p- #Lil dudes are committing crimes and filing my taxes poorly #One is committing grand theft auto- #Another is writing fanfiction on wattpad #Big boi confUSION #BUT THANK YOU MY GAMER THAT IS VERY SWEET OF U FBFHDDJDJDJ

[m0llygunn]

level one (modern!eddie x fem!reader)

tired of eddie spending far too much time playing games on his new laptop, you decide to play your own little game...

contents: 18+! mature language, smut, handjob, dirty talk, pet names, desperate eddie, porn with plot an: go go gadget extendo arms wc: 4.8k

You watch as Eddie’s forearm flexes with every press of his index finger on the mouse. The clicking of the button, too many clicks for you to count, sound throughout your room as he sits at your vanity— beauty products pushed back to make space for him and his stupid new gaming laptop. 

The way his forearm tenses with each subtle movement of his fingers reminds you of other acts he could do that would elicit the same flex of his muscles. It makes you squirm in your bed in anticipation— anticipation that has been absolutely testing your limits.

You’ve been patient— beyond patient. He knows you’re waiting for him. He knows he shouldn’t be playing his game right now. He said he wouldn’t. He said it was your night, yet, here he is, preoccupied with his video game.  

His forearm tenses in rapid clicks that peter out with a content sigh. He stretches his hand, drops the mouse and stretches his wrist out. He hums again, clearly happy with whatever the outcome of his game was. You hold your breath, hoping that maybe the screen will minimize and he’ll be done. Sorely mistaken, he reclaims the mouse in his hand and the steady clicking resumes. 

You can’t take it anymore, you’ve waited long enough. You stand up quickly, tiptoeing your way to stand behind him. You try to catch his gaze in your vanity mirror but his eyes stay locked into the screen. In a desperate attempt for his attention, you rest both hands on his shoulders— nothing. With his lack of reaction, you slowly slide your flattened palms downwards. 

“Eddie,” you whisper, nudging his headphones with the side of your face as you lean over him, hands smoothing over his shoulders, down his pecs to rest on his stomach. He radiates warmth from the heavy flow of adrenaline and heightened heart rate from playing his game for far too long. 

“Mhm,” he hums, paying you less than a second of attention. His screen flashes bright colours as it changes rapidly with whatever he’s doing in game. The frequent clicks of his mouse and taps of his keyboard don’t stutter in the slightest. 

“Eddie,” you say louder, voice dripping in a whine. 

“Baby, just a minute,” he answers, attention so obviously elsewhere. 

“You said that an hour ago,” you pout. Leaning over him completely, you slide your hands even lower, fingertips reaching his belt line. You watch his reaction in the mirror of your vanity— nothing.

Threading your fingers under the material of his belt, you pull the leather through the loops, metal clanking as you loosen it. You get your first real ounce of attention from  Eddie when he spares a glance downwards. His eyes quickly divert back to his screen, attention barely drawn long enough to spot an inconsistency in his game play. 

“I’m still on call,” he states quickly, referring to the voice chat he’s always in with his friends. He’s been quiet for the past while so you weren’t sure, but maybe this makes things even more fun for you. 

“Oh?” you reply innocently. 

Twisting the fabric around the button of his jeans, you pull it undone before dragging down the zipper.

“Baby, I’ll be done in two minutes. Just give me two minutes,” he bargains with divided attention. 

“You just said one minute,” you retort, keeping your voice low, giving him your own divided attention. With your chin hooked over his shoulder you watch as the tent in his boxers comes to life, like an instinctive reaction to your hands being anywhere near his waistline. You don’t hold back your smile, you love the effect you have on him. 

Running your fingers over the band of his underwear, you don’t miss the hitch of his breath. You let your palm smooth across the soft cotton of his boxers, feeling the stiffening of his length just underneath. His stomach tenses behind your wrists and you hear the sound of him swallowing down thickly. Turning your head, you press a kiss to his neck, tracing your fingers over his length. You hear the quiet intake of breath as he readies himself to speak. 

“Baby, just a minute.” It comes out as a thick whine. You adore when he whines, could listen to it all day if it wasn’t so cruel. Closing your hand around his clothed cock, a moan falls from his lips that he quickly tries to cover with a cough.

“You really want me to stop?” you whisper.

He clears his voice, now all too aware of the quiet listeners on the other end of his mic. “I just need to finish this,” he says, over correcting his wavering voice by deepening it to a low register. 

“That’s not what I asked,” you say, breathing out an amused huff from your nose. 

“The guys can hear you,” he states. He adjusts the way he’s sitting, spreading his legs out wider on the chair to accommodate the growth between his thighs. His focus is slowly becoming yours but too much of it still remains on his game for your liking. 

With a smile, you press another kiss to his neck before switching to rest your head on his other shoulder, right next to the mic on his headphones. 

“Hi boys,” you purr and just like that, you have his full attention. With a hand quickly moving to muffle the mic in his fist, he turns to face you. 

“What are you doing?” he asks incredulously with wide eyes. He pulls the headphones off, tossing them to the table, eyes never leaving yours. 

You blink at him— pledging your innocence. “Saying hi to your friends?” you answer, with a virtuous tilt of your head.

His wide eyes transform into a humoured bewilderment.  “That’s not what you were doing,” he laughs with a cynical shake of his head. 

“Eddie. I’m just saying hi. Can’t I say hi?” 

His short lived humorous front drops, turning serious very quickly. With an intense look, he meets your eyes, leaning in towards you. 

“You can’t say hi to my friends when you’re touching my dick, baby,” he says, hushing his voice, adding an accusatory emphasis to his name of endearment . It’s condemning but you don’t confess your sins— not yet, there’s still so much more fun to be had. 

“Well, did they at least say hi back?” you ask, ignoring him.

His mouth closes, pressing into a flatline. His dark eyes tick with a weak, forced, annoyance. He gives you a look, brows straightening out, eyes blinking once to harden, face tilting downwards to you— you could only describe it as an attempt to be stern.

 “Baby. Give me 5 minutes and I’ll come to bed. 5 minutes.” It’s not a whine, it’s not a plea— it is stern. His eyes narrow in on you with a sincerity that makes your brows furrow and lungs fill with an argumentative breath. You let out a pouted grunt, not an agreement or disagreement, and he naively takes it as an answer. 

He regroups himself, returning to face forward as he stretches his wrist out, tendons flexing all the way up his forearm before taking the mouse in his hand again. You sink your chin over his shoulder like before, hugging around his shoulders. It might seem like an act of defeat, but it's not.

When the clicking of the mouse and tapping of the keyboard return to its regular rhythm, you run your hands back down his chest. You feel Eddie huff a breath but you ignore it, trailing your hands down to his open jeans, letting your hands just barely touch his fully hard length trapped in the confinement of his boxers. You tut to yourself.

“Must be uncomfortable,” you whisper against the sensitive skin of his neck, giving him shivers. He shimmies his shoulders slightly, shaking the fluttery jolts away. 

“It is,” he answers, trying his best to focus on his game. You press a kiss to the side of his neck, working your way upwards, softening his hardened disposition with nothing more than your lips. When you place a kiss behind his ear, he tilts his head, giving you more space and you know you have him.

“Want me to help?” you ask, resting the palms of your hands on his lower belly. 

“In five minutes,” he answers unconvincingly, head still cocked to the side for you to continue your kisses.

“How about this,” you whisper. Eddie stays silent so you carry on, “you can have your cake and eat it too?”

He hums, a hint of intrigue appearing in his voice for the first time tonight.

“You keep playing your game, and I’ll keep myself entertained with my game?” you offer, punctuating your words with a kiss to his neck. 

“Baby,” he laughs breathily. You run your hand down to his length again, rubbing your thumb over his boxers where the head of his cock lays. His breath catches.

“Want me to keep going?” you ask in a sultry tone. He nods. You run your thumb over his tip again, feeling the dampness seeping through the material.

“Keep going, baby, please,” he whimpers and that’s enough encouragement for you to crawl your hands up to the waistband of his boxers. 

Lifting the elastic, you slide one hand in, taking his aching cock in your fist and squeezing it lightly.

“Fuck,” he curses, hips tilting towards your touch.

In a swift movement, he retreats both hands from his game, bringing them to the waistband of his jeans and tugging them just far enough down his hips so you can comfortably pull his cock out. He returns his hands to his game, pressing some buttons, making the screen flash bright colours. You can’t help but smile to yourself. 

“Now you’re excited, huh?” you say with a teasing laugh, hand still resting around his length in the confines of his boxers.

“Baby,” he whines. “If you wanna do this, don’t tease.”

“Baby,” you coo back mockingly. He huffs a sigh but you continue all the same. “I’m about to make you cum while you’re playing your stupid game, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” you purr, pulling his cock out with one hand and pushing the band under his balls with the other.

His cock sits heavy in your hand, tip already glistening with a pretty pearlescent sheen. You feel Eddie’s chest puff out with his deep breath, preparing himself for what you’re about to do.

Despite his anticipation, in a swift movement you pull your hand away from him. His length bob against his bunched up boxers and his chest deflates as he lets out a disapproving ‘humph’. You know you’re milliseconds away from another whined ‘baby’. 

“Spit,” you demand, bringing your hand closer to his mouth. 

Glancing over his shoulder he briefly catches your gaze, eyebrows arched up in confusion. “Me?” he asks dumbly, uncertain if you were speaking to him. 

“Yeah, you. Unless you want me to rub your cock dry?”

You see the faint grimace he makes, probably as he thinks about the sensation of dry skin on dry skin. He lowers his mouth to your hand, dribbling out a glob of spit. You move to take his cock again but he stops you with a hand on your wrist, bringing your open palm back to his mouth as he spits a second time.

“Aww, want your cock nice and wet?” you coo, smiling as you crane your neck to see his face from over his shoulder.

“Baby,” he whispers, a hint of embarrassment colouring his whine. You love him like this, you really do. Having him so bashful yet pliant. 

“Just relax, baby. I’ll take care of you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek this time. 

You take him in your right hand, spreading his spit over his length. With your thumb, you glide over his leaking head gathering precum before fisting all the way to his base. He bucks forwards in your hand and you can’t help but smirk. 

“Want it really wet and messy, huh? That’s how you like it?” you say lowering your voice, running your fist up his length, watching as the mixture spreads and shines over his skin.  

“Mhmm,” he moans, cock jumping in your hand. 

“Should we make it more wet than this?”

“Please, baby,” he answers, voice already sounding strangled. You pull your hand away, spitting into your palm. Eddie groans, listening to the wetness of your mouth. He moves his head closer to yours, tilting it as he affectionately nudges his warm cheek against yours.

An appreciative hum sounds in the back of your throat as you bring your hand back down to his cock. Wrapping your hand around him again, you loosely pump up and down his length. He’s being cute now, not so much for the better half of the last hour though.

“Too bad you didn’t come to bed, coulda been my mouth doing all the work,” you tut. 

His breath stutters as he absorbs your words and a groaned “fuck” rises in his throat. Raising your other hand up to your face, you lick your palm before spitting into it.

“Then it woulda been really messy for you,” you finish, nuzzling your own cheek to his.

“You could still use your mouth,” he offers in a hushed voice, hopefulness peeking out in his tone. If he was good and came to bed that would have been your obvious choice, but it weighs heavy in your mind that he kept you waiting. 

“Nuh-uh,” you laugh. At the same time you reach your newly wet palm under his length, cradling his balls in your hand. His hips lift from your upholstered chair, shoulders rising high enough to bump your chin as he lets out a mangled gasp that divulges into a heavy moan when you start to lightly massage them.

“Jesus Christ,” he curses, hips lowering back down. His hands stay sitting on his mouse and laptop but halt all movement as his head knocks backwards, coming to rest against your shoulder.

“Play your game, Eddie. You wanted to play so bad, don’t get distracted now.”

You run your fist up and down his length in slow languid strokes. In your other hand, you fondle his balls, massaging them with careful fingers that have his thighs tensing. His head knocks your cheek, still gentle, but harder than the affectionate nudge from before. He’s shaking his head, reduced to a one track mind, all thoughts of playing his game lost in the wind. 

“Faster, please,” he pleads, meeting the thrusts of your fist with short jerks of his hips. 

“Play your game, Eddie,” you say sternly, keeping your steady pace.

He lets out a huff of discontent before sucking in a breath. “Can't,” he whines, hair jostling beside you, tickling your cheek, as he shakes his head again. 

“Oh but you have to, Eddie. You keep playing your game I’ll keep playing mine,” you tease, reveling in the whine and neediness rooted in the man crumbling before you. 

Crumbling— yet pulling himself together enough to please you. 

You watch as Eddie gathers enough focus to press the buttons, moving around aimlessly in his game. He’s definitely not completing any objectives— whatever those may be, but it’s enough for you to keep pumping his cock, slowly but surely increasing your pace.

His chest heaves under your arms, short breaths panting in and out beside your ear for you to hear. The way he presses the buttons on his keyboard is frenetic, in bursts as he remembers his personal objective is to keep playing. 

“Poor boy,” you coo. “Doesn’t know what he wants. First he wants to play his little game, then he wants to cum,” you tut. 

“Don’t want to play anymore,” he says through a tired, strangled breath, embellishing his words with a whimper as you run your thumb over his tip. 

“No?” you ask, sprinkling your words with an overzealous empathy.

“No, just want you,” he answers, voice small and pitiful. His statement is more impactful on you than just his hearty whines, it plays its purpose well, pulling at your heartstrings, making your lower lip jet out in a sentimental pout.

“That’s sweet,” you answer, nearly matching the same smallness of his voice. 

He tilts his head to yours again in another affectionate nudge. “Mhm,” he agrees, pressing his cheek to yours. 

His fingers relax on the keyboard and you decide he’s had enough teasing for now. You punctuate your game with a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Showing him mercy, moving your fist faster, Eddie steadily meets each pump with a roll of his hips until he’s fucking your fist in quick, desperate thrusts. His head rests back against your shoulder and you hum in his ear encouraging him to keep going.

“Feel good, baby?” you ask.

“Mhmm, feels really good,” he chokes out, sucking in a deep breath making his belly push out against your forearms. 

Twisting your wrist, you focus on his tip, rubbing over it in quick strokes that make the slick spit and cum mixture squelch between your fingers. He exhales in a deep moaned gasp and his muscles tense under your grip.

“You already close? Gonna cum for me, Eddie?” you speak into his ear, brushing your lips against his sensitive skin.

“Please, baby. Just like that, mm gonna— m gonna—” he says, words laced with moans and whimpers that get caught in his throat. 

You pick up your speed, doing the same twisting motion of your wrist. You feel his cock pulsing in your hand and his balls tensing, his breath is ragged, laboured oxygen getting stuck in his lungs. You know he’s right on the edge.

“Fuck— fuck I’m gonna cum,” he warns, voice gathering urgency.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum?” you purr, keeping your lips pressed to the shell of his ear, encouraging him with the sultry tone of your voice.

“G-gonna—”

“Mhmm, cum for me, Eddie,” you moan for him.

With the tense of his throbbing cock, and a deep throaty grunt, thick white shoots from his tip. His grunt diminishes to a strangled whimper and you coo for him, praising him with a chorus of ‘good boys’ and affectionate fawning. He pants in deep exasperated breaths, his chest heaving in and out as you continue slow tugs of his cock, milking him for the rest of his cum, letting it seep out over your fist. 

When his breathing turns sharp, you show him mercy for the second time tonight, tapering the pace of your movements and coming to a slow halt. He releases a drawn out breath.

As the moment lulls, you let yourself take in the aftermath of his release, eyeing him through the mirror with pure admiration. 

His eyes are shut, heavy eyelids weighing them closed in a lazy pinch that matches the relaxed furrow of his brow. His face is tilted back to rest against your shoulder, exposing the full expanse of his red splotchy neck. A matching blush carries up to his jaw and across his cheeks. It’s endearing and adds an extra beat in the steady rhythm of your heart as you appreciate him in his come down. 

Your eyes flutter from the mirror down to the screen of his laptop, now void of movement. Something of higher interest peaks your attention; atop the glowing led screen are painted white streaks that bleed down into the crevice of the keyboard. 

“Aw, would you look at that?” you start. Eddie knocks the edge of his face against yours, a low hum coming from the back of his throat. “You came all over your precious laptop,” you finish dryly. His cheek rubs against yours tenderly, his breathing still ragged.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, still in the hazy state of his orgasm, not yet clear headed enough to care about anything except you and the tingle of pleasure that cascades throughout him.

You turn your head, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. He brings a warm palm to your face, holding you there, gathering strength from the generous affection of your lips on his skin. You draw out your kiss before turning. He continues holding you by your cheek, keeping you pressed to the edge of his face, demanding more of your affection in any way possible.

“Fuck,” he repeats again, sucking in a heavy breath. “So good, baby,”

“Yeah? Just my hand was okay for you?”

“More than okay,” he breathes out. 

“Good,” you reply, feeling the swell of his praise blossom as a warmth in your already hot belly. 

“Gonna—” he breathes out an arduous sigh, “gonna come to bed now,” he says, nodding his head, agreeing with himself. He turns his face, pressing a kiss to your cheek before releasing you and pushing the chair back. 

“Finally,” you tease standing up and putting a stretch in your lower back. Using your pinky to open one of your drawers, you grab a tissue, leaving the drawer open for Eddie to help himself. He appreciatively grabs a few and starts dabbing at his screen and keyboard, cleaning up his mess.

You watch him for a few seconds before leaning over him again, hugging him tightly. He rests his hand over your crossed forearms, hugging you back as best as he can. You let go and retreat back to your bed, waiting for him to join you again.

“I can’t believe I came on my laptop,” he says as he tosses the tissue in the bin under your table. 

“Are you mad?” you ask. He turns his head, looking at you with a smirk.

“Nope. It was only a matter of time,” he laughs, dimples deepening.

You flash him a grimace, scrunching your nose up. “Gross,” you tease. 

His gaze settles from amusement into something soft, somewhere along the lines of appreciative as he takes in the sight of you waiting for him in your bed, your eyes dark with your own desire, legs crossed over one another in attempts to satiate some of the neediness between your thighs that he so cruelly has dragged out.

“Just gonna log out,” he explains before daring to look back at the screen. 

You nod and he turns back around, taking the mouse in his hand again. You settle deeper in the bed, watching as the game minimizes before disappearing from the screen entirely. He turns his head enough for you to know he’s talking to you but keeps his eyes on the screen as his fingertips fan over the keyboard. “Gonna send the guys a message too and— oh fuck.”

You perk up when you hear his abrupt curse, curious what could have gone wrong in such a short amount of time.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he choruses, face going completely pale. He scrambles for the discarded headphones pulling them over his ears. 

“Hello?” he speaks nervously into the mic. His face relaxes completely before his eyes suddenly widen, going wider than you’ve ever seen them go. 

Part of you wants to jump up, go over and listen to whoever is talking on the other end, but the other part of you stays frozen, planted in your bed, waiting for Eddie's reaction to give way and tell you how to respond.

His eyes remain wide, and his cheeks tinge a dark shade of crimson, even darker than the crimson you painted on him just minutes ago. 

If you had got up you would have heard the way the call went from dead silence as they all listened eagerly, to the excited eruption of chatter, an overlapping frenzy of voices coming together to express all of their thoughts— from the way Eddie’s in game character moved (or rather, didn’t move), to the way his voice got squeaky as it picked up several octaves, and to the way he whined and babbled. You would have heard some lewd comments, some crude comparisons, as well as many other laughter ridden digs that filtered through the headset at a lightening speed, all in an intersecting race to get their shots in before Eddie hung up. 

You certainly would have got an earful— it’s a wonder Eddie could pick out a singular voice to respond to. His face contorts into a look of shock, mouth frowning slightly, eyebrows raised high, before his face drops completely. 

“Yeah, well at least I’m not on a call with a bunch of guys with hard ons listening to someone cum,” he replies. He listens before his brows pinch up harshly. “Dude, go jerk off, everyone knows you’re hard.”

“Eddie,” you gasp. He catches your eye in the mirror and his lip twitches up into a faint smile. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, glad to know that he’s at least harbouring some humour in this situation

“Whatever man. Was just gonna say bye because unlike you guys, I have manners— have a good night with your right hands.” he announces loudly before you hear a final click of his mouse. 

He pulls off the headphones in an unsettling haste, tossing them to the side before shutting his laptop harder than he would have on a normal day. You wait with a bated breath for him to break the silence. 

He untucks himself from your vanity, standing, taking long strides to the bed in which you can’t see his face no matter how hard you crane your neck. He throws himself down next to you lying flat on his back, sighing deeply.

“Everything.. okay?” you ask tentatively, pushing yourself up on your elbows to see his face. He looks at you with a blank expression before he grabs at you, tugging you down to his chest pulling you half ways on top of himself.

“They heard everything. Thanks a lot,” he says, teasing heavily in his voice as he so obviously blames you for the mishap. 

If he asked you to admit it, you would— it, undeniably, was mostly your fault that all those listening ears got a free show. It wouldn't stop you from arguing that he should have just come to bed in the first place though. Regardless, neither of you argue, there’s no point. Eddie looks at you with a faux furrow of his brow, but sparkles of amusement in his eyes that give it all away. It’s not accusatory, it’s non-incriminating, it’s just pure tease.

“Everything?” you clarify, raising a brow at him. 

“Oh yeah.” he emphasizes with a nod of his head. “Everything from your dirty talk to me coming on my laptop.”

“No,” you gasp.

“Don’t look so mortified, Miss ‘Hi boys’,” he mocks with a bat of his eyelashes before continuing. “They think you’re hot. I’m the loser who sounded ‘pathetic’,” he says, holding up finger quotes with the hand not wrapped around you. 

“Who said that?” you ask curiously. 

“That you were hot or I was pathetic?” 

“Both?” you smile bashfully. He smiles back at you, shaking his head slightly. 

“Gareth for both, but all the guys very enthusiastically agreed,” he says, brows rising in a shrug as he tugs you closer to him. You cozy up to his chest, laying your head down on his shoulder. With his arm around your side, he pats your hip lightly as he hums. “Yup, don’t think I’ll ever live this one down.” 

“Should come to bed next time,” you retort, matter-of-factly tilting your face to see him. His jaw drops in an exaggerated bewilderment, eyes widening before his look settles into mischief. In a flash, he’s rolling over you, pressing kisses down your neck. 

Kisses progressing into more, Eddie paid you back for your little game in a multitude of ways that left your head spinning and thighs shaking. While he wasn’t fully impressed by the fact that all of his friends overheard, he did get a sense of pride in them knowing what a damn prize you were. A serious angel on earth, something he had that they could never touch. He made sure you’d never forgot it too as he spent hours between your thighs.

Most importantly, the resolve that has the greatest interest to you, it has now become routine that every time you ask Eddie to come to bed, he does so happily and promptly— always diligently double checking that his voice call is off. No more drawn out anticipation, all it took was one messy hand job, and a forgotten mic with the listening ears of all his friends on the other end— friends who never miss out on the opportunity to remind Eddie about his misfortunes.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfiction #modern!eddie munson #gamer!eddie munson

[inmyicyworld]

Little game

Gamer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: you really need to calm down, so you get under Bucky's table while he's playing with his friends.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: blow job, cum eating, pet names, established relationships.

Author's note: I haven't seen enough fanfics with gamer Bucky, which I really love, so I made it myself🫡

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It was a long fucking day with too many stupid people that just played on your nerves. You were supposed to study at the library for your exam, but instead you were arguing with people who didn’t know how to properly behave in public places and talk to others

Almost an hour later, your blood was still boiling with anger, and you came to your and Bucky’s apartment, carelessly throwing your bag on the floor and kicking off your shoes. You needed to punch someone, scream, take a hot shower, or just have really good sex. And you knew someone who could help you with the last one. 

You walked into Bucky’s playing room; it was a little bit dark with a few neon lights turned on. He was sitting there with headphones, without a shirt, and only in black shorts. The camera was off; he was just playing with his friends, but he was too fucking hot for his own good.

The urge to climb on Bucky right in his playing chair hit you like lightning. You walked closer, wrapping your hands around his neck from the back and sliding them lower down his firm chest.

“Hey, baby doll.” He pushed back the microphone, giving you a quick look but then going back to his stupid game. You deeply inhaled as another wave of annoyance ran through your body because you didn’t get the attention you wanted. 

“Buck… I’m really angry right now, and I need you.” You mumbled against the hot skin of his neck. 

“Gimme like... ten minutes, doll, ‘kay? I have to finish this, or we’re gonna lose. Love you.” Bucky, not looking away from the monitor, placed a kiss on your cheek, and you heard a muffled sound of Steve’s or Sam’s voice in the headphones. “No-no, it’s nothing—on your back!” Bucky suddenly screamed into the microphone as his body moved forward. 

You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well that this is not for “ten minutes”. You didn’t mind him having such a hobby, but at times like this, you just wanted to throw everything in the trash because it was really hard to get Bucky’s attention during the games. It was obvious that if you wanted to cool down, you needed to take everything in your hands. Well, quite literally.

You stepped to the side of Bucky’s chair before dropping to your knees and getting under his table in well-trained motions. It's not like you haven’t done it before. He probably didn’t even notice it because when you quickly put your hand on his crotch, he jumped in surprise and looked at you with his big baby-blue eyes. 

“What are you doing?!” He whispered so his friends couldn’t hear him.

“I am fucking mad, James, and since you don't want to fuck it out of me, I’ll do everything by myself.” You hissed, dragging his shorts down enough to reveal his semi-hard cock. 

Bucky’s eyes rolled back as soon as your soft hand wrapped around him, and he felt that he became hard almost immediately. Usually, he didn’t miss a single chance to get his hands on you. Bucky was quite literally obsessed with you, and he was ready to have sex with you everywhere and every time, but right now he was in the middle of the game with his friends, who might hear everything. 

His body became hot within a second. His hips unconsciously jerked upwards to meet your hand, and he completely forgot what he was doing, looking at your grinning face in between his legs with a slightly open mouth.

“Barnes, what the fuck are you doing? I almost got killed!” It was probably Sam, you thought, but it didn’t stop you from your intentions.

“Do you hear it, Buck?” You innocently whispered, spitting on the hard cock in your hand to help your slow movements. “Continue playing your little game; I’ll just do my business here.” 

“Erm, nothing, it’s just—Alpine dropped something, I don’t know, got distracted...” Bucky  breathed out into the microphone, trying to stay as calm as possible, his eyes quickly moving between you and the screen. He continued to play, still trying to win the game, even though your hand felt too good and his eyes desperately wanted to close. 

Your smirk grew wider before you leaned closer to his cock and traced the vein on the lower side, going from the bottom to the top and swirling your tongue around the head at the end. You hummed at his taste in your mouth, sending vibrations down his body. 

The reaction was exactly how you wanted it to be. Bucky cursed under his mouth; his head fell back, and you could tell by the way his arms and jaw were tensed that he wanted to moan. Yes, he was always vocal, so teasing him that way felt so good. 

“What is wrong with you, man?” Another voice was heard through the headphones, but Bucky didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, fuck!” Your lips wrapped around his cock, sucking on the tip and looking Bucky directly in the eyes. You knew that it drove him crazy. Bucky completely forgot about his game while different people yelled at him and put his left hand on top of your head, guiding you to get lower. “Just like that...” 

“Who are you talking to?”

“Are you having sex?”

“What the fuck are you doing, Barnes?” 

A bunch of different questions mixed in the group voice chat, and it became so annoying that Bucky just muted the call and pulled his headphones off.

You tried to smile, but it was hard to do in your current position. You lowered your head, taking more of Bucky’s hard cock into your mouth. The hand on your head was firm, but it didn’t push you down. When the tip hit the back of your throat, he loudly moaned and gripped your hair, holding you in place.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” You didn’t stop, staying like that for a few seconds even though your vision was already blurred with tears. You pulled back, stroking his cock with your hand again. The mixture of your tears, saliva, and his pre-cum made a mess on your face, but it was the least of your concerns. “You’re so pretty, baby, so good for me. What made you so mad, hm?” You saw how his pink tongue licked his lips, and even more dirty thoughts about your boyfriend’s face in between your legs made you want to whimper and rub your thighs together. 

“Some assholes in the library. Fuck, Bucky, just use my mouth, I need it.” The smirk appeared on his lips again. The hand on your head buried itself into your hair, holding them tightly but not too rough to hurt you, and pushed you back on his waiting cock.

You moaned around him when Bucky didn’t hesitate and started to move your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat every single time. You gripped his thighs, digging your nail into the skin, and relaxed so you wouldn’t choke too much. 

With each thrust, you felt that Bucky was getting closer. The movements became slightly out of rhythm, and he didn’t hold his moans anymore. The phone began to ring, and you both knew that it was one of the guys, but neither of you cared enough to pay attention to it.

“Of fuck—baby, ‘m gonna cum.” You didn’t pull away, and in just a few seconds, you felt the thick and hot liquid filling your mouth. Bucky released your hair, unable to move in his chair, while you took his cock in your hands and stroked him a few times until the last drops fell onto your waiting tongue. You swallowed everything, locking eyes with Bucky’s hazy ones, and kissed the tip one last time. “You’re going to kill me. Fuck, you should go to the library more often, sweetheart.” His lips curled in a sneer, and when Bucky wanted to drag you onto his lap, the phone rang again.

He rolled his eyes but still answered.

“What the fuck, Barnes, we lost because of you!” 

“I don’t really care, Willson, because I just got the best head, and now I’m going to have no less good sex with my amazing girlfriend. Don't call me for at least a few hours.”

“Ew, you’re motherf—”

Bucky didn’t listen to whatever Sam wanted to say and ended the call, throwing away his phone. Then he looked back at you, still on the floor, and that dangerously attractive grin appeared on his face again. 

“Now let me pay you back, and then fuck you the way you wanted me to. Gotta help my girlfriend relax, right?” That was Bucky’s last words before he stood up, helped you stand up, and then casually threw you over his shoulder, taking you to your bedroom. 

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #james buchanan barnes #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #sebastian stan #one shot #bucky smut #smut #female reader #bucky barnes smut #gamer!bucky barnes

[daaydreamy]

A blurb of Harry’s reaction to the first time he cockwarms? 🌸🌸

hot and bothered

summary: y/n cockwarms harry while he’s gaming.

warnings: coarse language, smut, cockwarming

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“Harry? Are you still there?”

Harry cleared his throat and shifted a little, pushing up his glasses that had started sliding down his nose. He completely just forgot he was in a game and that his friends were talking in his headset, like he tuned it out because Y/N was the most important thing on his mind. His cheeks were pink and he was hot under his clothes, but she told him to keep playing, to focus, as if she wasn’t even there, but how could he possibly do that?

She was practically driving him insane, shifting so much in his lap or lightly lifting herself up, before sitting back down on his cock fully. She would lie against Harry’s chest, sometimes leaning in to kiss his cheek or neck, finding amusement in how Harry would start stuttering while talking and stumble over his words because he was so flustered.

“Yeah, sorry.” Harry replied, trying his best to keep his voice stable and composed, holding back a whimper when Y/N suddenly had a hand in between her legs, the pads of her fingers rubbing against her clit with soft, quiet moans slipping past her lips. “I-I’m sorry guys, but I’m just not feeling well today. I think that’s it for me, I’m sorry.” Harry said and his hands weren’t even on his mouse and keyboard anymore, both of them resting on Y/N’s thighs.

“But we’re in the middle of a g-!”

Harry no longer had his headphones on and left the call, not hesitating one single bit before he pressed his lips against Y/N’s, whimpering into her mouth.

a/n: könig can throw me at a wall thank you!

🏷: @crow-i-guess, @planetflos, @harrycanyonmoonn, @bxtchboy69, @sweet-as-lilacs, @lyricalniall, @venusincleo (couldn’t tag you!), @bxbun111, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @emispleased, @goldenhrry, @cinnamongirlrry, @manifestrry, @sadqn1, @judesgfirl, @taylorsreputationsversion, @violetsandfluff, @phoebebridgersforqueen, @a-strange-familiar, @moonlightbea-33 (couldn’t tag you!), @famedrs-blog, @coochiesteak, @blahblahblah-888 (couldn’t tag you!), @milesisntdonewritingyet, @harrysgoth, @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite, @cinnamonlola, @youcan-nolonger-run, @velvetrylie, @vamprry, @ellie-loveshs, @gorlsinmultifandoms

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[buckleysbitch]

listen to hazels spotify here ☾⋆.⁺₊🎧✩°｡.

reqs are open!

giggling and kicking my feet thinking about gamer!hazel taking a break from her match to peel herself off of her gaming chair in her boxers and sports bra, and bring you a snack at your own setup. she attentively listens to you drabble about your stardew valley farm, as she massages your shoulders gently, peeking over your shoulder at the screen in awe of how much work you’ve put into the game. of course she asks the names of all your animals, which you happily oblige, a sleepy smile resting across her face. before she heads back, her freezing fingers graze your chin, planting a sweet parting kiss on your lips.

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[youthguk]

bibliothèque | jjk (m)

“No better place for a good sex than library”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut.

words: 2.9k

author’s note: happy valentines day ♡ feedback is very welcomed

There was some hazy electrical tension wreathing the atmosphere in the library. It first occurred to you when one particular person started attending your regular study group sessions at the university’s library. It was unknown to you why exactly Jeon Jungkook joined your group but everyone was more than welcome to any new members striving to gnaw at the granite of science. 

And you’d be lying if you’d said that Jungkook joining the study group wasn’t the best thing that happened to you this semester, making your once-a-week meet-ups the highlight of your week. To your surprise, it was fun and easy with Jungkook. You were accustomed to gaping at him in the hallways, all by himself, sure that he was a loner or something. You barely ever caught him in conversation with someone, so you just assumed that he was grim and grumpy all the time. Boy oh boy were you wrong. 

The moment Jungkook stepped into the library and got paired with you to quiz each other was just a blessing from above, turning your Saturday morning meet-ups into something to look forward to the whole week. He was charming and funny without even trying, never skimping on witty comments. You were getting used to his presence and the power that it held over you, feeling tingles in your stomach every time he’d lean closer to you to see if your answers matched with his or every time that his fingers would leave imperceptible touches on your shoulder while he sits sideways in the chair, deep in thoughts to solve the equation. 

“Seems like you two get along pretty well,” randomly said Ruri, nudging you teasingly as your study session ends and Jungkook is quick to leave. You notice how the rest of your study group snickers at Ruri’s words, nodding confirmingly. 

You shrug, gazing at his receding silhouette.“Yeah, just like with everyone else.”

“Come on, you know damn well that guy is the biggest introvert on campus.” 

Trying not to let that idea get to your head, you brush those thoughts off. It's too dangerous and gullible to believe that Jungkook was paying any special attention to you. Surely, he was evidently attentive whenever you spoke during meetings or presented something, but you like to view it just as an act of generosity that he failed to show to others. Besides you two never interacted outside of the library; yes, you would greet each other in hallways but it never went further than just nods of acknowledgment. Which fairly did make you mad, leaving you to crave for more. A little bit. 

But still, the thought of Jungkook actually being into you was too enthralling to let go, so today you decided to shoot your shot. What's a better place for unraveling a guy’s true emotions than a place filled with rows upon rows of written human confessions? 

You enter the reading room where everyone is already seated, including Jungkook. You never liked being late but for today you needed all chances of catching his attention that were possible. As you approach your study group, everyone’s attention is on you. 

“Hey, _____, we thought you were skipping today’s session,” Ruri greets you and you notice Jungkook’s gaze on you. 

“How could I skip this?” A mischievous grin plasters your face as you take your seat, tracing with your fingers the back of Jungkook’s chair, knowing pretty well that his dark eyes are riveted on you. 

Libraries were always so quiet, unveiling and emphasizing every little motion, every breath taken. Though you were oblivious to the usual annoying sounds of students flipping pages or the creak of chairs as the librarian travels past them, organizing the books. What you were certainly attuned to is Jungkook’s body sitting next to you, reacting to your every single move. 

At first, you think to yourself that it’s just a coincidence when you wistfully place a pencil on your lower lip and hear Jungkook clearing his throat. Just a coincidence, no need to overthink it, you reassure yourself. 

But it’s still worth trying out one more time, right? You cross your leg over another, the pleated miniskirt of yours exposing more bare skin of your thigh. You register Jungkook’s sudden ruffling through the pages of his book. Well, now you’re intrigued and can’t contain the impish smirk flourishing on your lips. 

“Hey, Jungkook, what do you think about this passage?” You lean in closer to him, tossing your notebook to him. You definitely caught him off guard as he nervously gulps trying to compose himself.

You blink at him innocently, as your black leather loafer’s toe fleetly brushes his leg under the table. His body tenses under that brief touch, leaving your mind open to lingering thoughts. Jungkook himself was such a blessing to an eye, with silky black hair coating his doe eyes that always made him appear so innocent and genuine while the rest of his body reeked of masculinity. And seeing him now so agitated because of your slight closeness makes your heart rise to your throat, welcoming dirty thoughts into your head. Damn it, what were you doing? Where would this all lead today? 

“I think it’s fine, you did good,” he says, pointing back at your notebook when met with your smitten expression. “You look different today.”

You raise your eyebrow at his statement. “Really? What’s different?” You lean in closer, tilting your head curiously. 

“I don’t know…just different,” he clears his throat, eyeing you up and down, gaze slowing at the sight of your bare thighs, but he quickly looks back into your eyes. 

“Well, I hope in a good way?” 

“Yeah, totally my type,” he chuckles and the sudden change in his demeanor makes you giddy. What was that? 

His unexpected confession leaves you frozen as you search for more in his hooded eyes that are dangerously tempting now. Losing control of whatever you started, you feel something unleash in Jungkook as he rests his chin on his right elbow that is propped negligently on the table while his left-hand travels under the table. You feel a firm grip of his left palm on your thigh and your stomach somersaults. You heavily sigh, eyes widely staring at him. 

Jungkook just narrows his eyes, looking pensively at your notebook as if you two couldn’t care less about the damn essay right now. You toss a look on the other side, making sure that all of this is inconspicuous to the rest of your study group. 

Jungkook arches an eyebrow at you. “Is something wrong?” He casually says, tilting his head closer to you while his hand glides higher up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. His magnetic face was so close to you now, that you would have felt his lips brushing yours if you decided to come closer to him. “You didn’t answer, _____,” he whispers now, his hot breath lacing your mouth. You swallow, feeling a low throb in your core. 

When you feel his strong grip on your thigh moves higher, under the fabric of your skirt, you indulge in your first instinct, pressing your legs together. He squeezes your thigh again, a gasp trapping in your throat as his own tension is now clear to you. What were you doing, this is insane. 

“You know…” you clear your throat, not expecting that it’d be so hard to collect yourself, “I still need to look for some references.” 

You stand up from your seat, sleeking your skirt with your shaky hand. This was ridiculous, what was your plan again? To find out if Jungkook liked you? Well, apparently he does have some slightest interest in you and isn’t that shy to show it as well. But what were you going to do about it? Whatever those options were, you are not insane enough to discover them at the library, full of people. 

You hurry through the stairs, making sure to get away from Jungkook as far as possible. The second floor was surprisingly empty, and you stop at the section farthest away. You lean at the bookshelf with your back, catching a breath. 

But you weren’t destined to be left in solitude today as you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You turn around, grabbing the first book that caught your attention. Crime and punishment. You roll your eyes, reading the title of the book. Of course, what else you’d need right now when writing an essay for English literature class? 

Jungkook’s figure appears right next to you, catching you unawares. “Sure you needed this for reference?” 

He’s leaning his shoulder on the bookshelf, studying you closely. “This? Oh, no, of course, no,” you let out a nervous laugh as if caught at a crime scene. “You know, just love this so much, wanted to freshen up the story in my head. For my own enjoyment,” you grant him a strained smile.  

“Something tells me I can bring you more pleasure than some prose-less classics author,” devilish smirk plasters across his face. It’s surely hard to argue with that. 

“Where did you get that courage from?” You snap at him, closing the book in your hand with a clap.

Jungkook scoffs, taking the Crime and punishment from your grip and placing it back on the shelf. “Is that what bothers you?” He takes a step closer to you, startling you with the dangerous proximity of his body to yours. You step back, until your back hits the stack of books behind you, trapping yourself between Jungkook’s hot body and the bookshelf. “Is that why you dressed like this today? To get my attention?” He catches your chin between his fingers, forcing you to face him. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s not for you,” you let out an obvious lie to both of you. 

He just chuckles at you amusingly. And when you finally meet his eyes, your stomach tingles at the sight of his glossed-over glare. “Not for me?” He scowls, jaw clenched as his fingers release your chin, trailing down to your neck, briefly caressing your clavicle before traveling lower to your breasts. 

Your heart pounds hard inside your chest, sending blood to your head. You felt his every touch so deeply, wishing to get rid of the clothes preventing you from the skin on skin contact. He cups your breast in one hand, fondling it, while the one snakes up your thigh. As Jungkook reaches up your core, you feel the fabric of your underwear clings to your wet folds.

“Is this not for me, hm?” He hisses, the raspiness of his voice cutting through the overwhelming silence of the library. You would like to answer and stand your ground but you just stand there, panting in anticipation, chest heaving under his touches. 

“Jungkook, we are in a fucking library,” you attempt to argue, one last chance to stop something that both you needed right now and craved even longer. 

He shrugged, palming your heat, the throbbing between your legs growing stronger and stronger. “What can be a great place for a good sex, if not library, love?”

Jungkook will be the death of you, that you can tell already, when his mere words were able to make you squeeze his forearm, your body arching towards him. 

You didn’t need to ask Jungkook more, seeing you like this was a miracle to him alone, your half-lidded eyes peering at him in pure neediness. 

Before you knew it, his lips were crashing yours, hungrily devouring you. His tongue felt perfect against yours, making you tremble as he grunted into your mouth. You whimper, feeling his hand on your jaw while the other one pushes aside your panties, thumb brushing over your wetness smeared all over your folds. You exhale heavily, list clogging your mind, the worry of having sex in the public library long-forgotten now. 

Jungkook’s wet lips travel down your jawline, burying himself in the crook of your neck. You throw your head back, parting your lips to let out a quiet moan. 

He growls before coming back to your parted lips, ghosting them with his before you feel him pumping his finger inside of you. You wince, biting on your lower lip in hopes to suppress the moan. 

He pumps you in and out, his finger dipping in your arousal. Your hold on his forearm becomes more desperate and there’s nothing more that Jungkook wants to do than give you everything that you yearn for. 

Jungkook adds another finger, now pressing the spot that had you drooling on his hand. 

“Fuck, Jungkook, I—, please,” you try to collect your thoughts through the panting. 

But he only shushes you, stretching you out more for him. “We don’t wanna get caught, right, baby?” 

And you just nod, taking him, grinding along with the pace of his fingers that were hitting your spot so deliciously. Jungkook doesn’t slow down for a bit, driven by the blissful state of yours that he created. 

You clench around his fingers, growing tighter. Jungkook was attentive to your every move, so once you start clenching around his fingers, growing tighter, he speeds up even more, pushing you over the edge. 

Jungkook grunts seeing you whimpering, brows knotted while your body is convulsing around his fingers as the pleasure washes over you. “Good girl,” he brushes through your hair as you tiredly throw your head forward, on his shoulder, ragged breathing escaping your mouth. 

You search for his mouth, while hands desperately trace down his chiseled chest to his belt, determined to unbuckle him. 

“I appreciate this, princess,” his hand hovers over yours as you meet his darkening gaze. “But I prefer this more,” he swirls you, pressing your back to his front, and you whine at the closeness of your bodies. “Hope you don’t mind this?” 

You briskly shake your head, turning to the side, striving to catch a glimpse of Jungkook, as you hear him unzipping his jeans. “No-no, it’s perfect, Jungkook, please,” you throw your head back in anticipation of finally feeling him, taking him fully. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs against your earlobe from behind as his hand wraps around his length, pumping himself off. You bite your lower lip, wishing to get a proper look at that lewd sight. 

Jungkook pushes up your skirt, squeezing your ass cheek. You sigh heavily, pussy throbbing rapidly as he tapped his tip against your core. 

“Jungkook, f-fuck me, please,” you plead, not able to wait for more as he glided his big cock between your ass cheeks making you hold your breath in anticipation. You were so wet, so eagerly ready to take him here, not a single worry about being in the library, regretting only that you two couldn’t moan loudly. 

He places his tip inside your pussy, and you find yourself desperately pressing back against him. Jungkook slides his hand under your shirt, cupping your breast under the bra, setting your stomach on fire. You palm your hand over his and squeeze it tighter as he finally pushes his cock inside you, making you both moan at the feeling. 

Your walls hug him, clenching on his full length, feeling his own arousal. At first, he moves excruciatingly slow, thrusting in and out of you at his full length as he stretches you out. 

When he starts speeding up, thrusting deep, you grab his arm, pulling him closer, your back perfectly pinned to his chest, feeling his own heart hammering at a soaring rate. 

Jungkook slides his free arm to your front, resting two fingers on your clit, rubbing it with the same pace he was thrusting you from behind with his cock. 

You feel another wave of pleasure approaching you as you’re tightly wrapped by Jungkook’s hands from behind, and nothing except for the sound of his hips slapping against you roughly and your muffled whimpers surrounding you now. 

You knew Jungkook had some insanely special power over you, but you could have never imagined that it would allow him to fuck you senselessly in your university’s library. Well, now that was the last thing on your mind, especially as you feel him fastening his pace violently, making your grip on the poor bookshelf that you used to support yourself. 

And as the sound of his moan reaches you, your pussy clenches around his cock, throbbing through your orgasm taking over you. You tremble in his embrace and Jungkook only groans at this sight, gripping tightly on you, speeding up even more, chasing his own high. 

You feel his body shuddering behind, filling you in warmly. He now rests his chin on your shoulder, leaving wet kisses on your nape. 

“Fuck, Jungkook, that was so good,” you mumble, pulling your skirt down, as he buckles up his jeans, tugging his shirt in. 

You turn around to face him, now that you both look somewhat decent and he latches on your lips again, hands wrapping around you. “Do we really have to go back to that study session now?” He pouts at you, his doe eyes back to being innocent as if he didn’t hungrily devour you with them just moments ago. 

“You have better plans?” 

“With you? Plenty.”

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i hope you enjoyed this oneshot, let me know your thoughts <;3 

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[the-kr8tor]

I see that your requests are open👀

Can I get a fix of a modern Hobie taking us to a hello kitty cafe ORRR like my last ask hobie and reader being famous online and maybe they record abt them playing roblox together (horror games, da hood maybe fun games) and hobie gets in yet ANOTHER fight with someone cause they think reader and Hobie are edating

P.S It's 11pm and everyone is Asleep and now I'm scared cause I keep feeling like there's something watching me from the dark (that's edgy)

ANOTHER P.S hope u have a merry Christmas:3

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I understand, lovely because when u submitted this there's a loud scratching in my ceiling 😭 thank you for requesting! I chose the gaming one bc I couldn't resist a gamer Hobie 🥰 hope you had a very Merry Christmas! 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Gamer! Hobie and reader, FLUFF

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“Love, hide!” Hobie yells in his mic, mouse clicking rapidly as he panics to hide from the pixelated monster. He hears your screams bouncing around in his headphones.

“Where?! There's nothing here!” Your character frantically runs around as the monster is hot on your tail.

“You just passed it! Hold on!” Hobie exits his hiding place, intercepting the monster’s attention from you to him. “Hey, E.T. lookin' arse, over here!” the monster has now latched on to him, pulling aggro for you.

“Hobie, noooo!” You see Hobie's character get eaten in one bite. He groans at his death screen briefly before showing him your character watching in the background, emoting a crying face.

“Fuck you!” The monster turns around to chase you again. “Your sacrifice won't be in vain!” running, you play ring around the rosie with the monster, your screams of terror turning into laughter.

Hobie's spectating your POV, laughing loudly at your expense. He flicks his eyes to the second monitor to read the chat, his smiling morphing into annoyance.

“E-dating?! You think we're e-dating?! Chat, what the bloody hell?” Hobie moves so animatedly that his headset almost falls off.

He sees his chat go wild, their comments vary from ‘you've probably never seen her irl, bro’ to ‘They're definitely not! Have you seen them ogling each other through the camera?’

“Where's my fuckin' mod?! Ned ban their arse!” Hobie chuckles through his threat, clearly just joking. He still hears you laughing hysterically in his headphones, making him grin despite the bullying from his chat. Then he hears your character ‘oof’

“I died” you say dejectedly. “Fucker got me, looks like you sacrificed yourself for nothing, Hobie.”

“That's alright I forgive you because there's somethin' else that's more important.” He turns around in his chair, looking over his shoulder to look at the green cloth behind him. “Love, can you tell ‘em we're not e-dating and that we're literally in love”

Hobie opens his green screen curtain to reveal you sitting on your own desk, your back turned away from him. Your spare monitor shows his livestream, you quirk an eyebrow when you see yourself in his camera.

The chat goes completely wild, some spamming emojis, some are just straight up key smashing.

You look over your shoulder with a smile, waving at his camera. Swiveling your chair, you wheel towards Hobie's desk, laying your chin atop his shoulder. He holds your hand subtly under the desk, squeezing thrice.

“Is this enough proof?”

Everyone clipped the entire thing.

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[ddejavvu]

ik u get a lot of james request but likeee gamer!james getting teased for being a total wimp for his girl while playing and him always checking up on her and asking for cuddles when he misses her and has been on the game for too long ….. AGHH i need him SO bad stg

today is multiverse monday! send me an au you can think of :)

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"I don't particularly like what I've got equipped," James rambles into his mic while you pass the doorway to his game room with a basket of laundry on your hip, "But I'll be damned if I waste time trying to- Y/N?"

You duck back into the doorway, peering cautiously at where his camera is aimed.

"Yeah? You need refills?" You glance at the snacks and drinks on his desk, still seemingly a full collection.

"No," He shakes his head, soft smile spreading over his face, "C'mere."

"I'm doing laundry," You protest weakly, holding up the basket, "Just play your game, Jamie."

"Nooo," He whines, lips puffy in a pout, "Come on, please? Jus' for a minute."

The basket crashes to the floor.

He tosses his controller aside to beckon you into his lap, arms wide. Your eyes grow comically large as his character is attacked on screen, "Jamie, you're- you'll die!"

"Don't care," He speaks through his massive grin, hands flapping to urge you forwards, "Not as important as you."

"You get paid to play that game," You scoff ruefully, but fulfill his wishes by standing near his chair and dipping down to press a kiss to his forehead. You have to clear his curls away from his eyes to do so, and he hums as your nails scratch through his hair.

He wraps his arms around your middle from where you're standing beside his chair. His headphones butt intrusively against your side and he ditches them, shaking them off onto his neck.

"Your viewers are gonna get bored, Jamie," You prod him, scratching at the base of his neck through wispy baby hairs. He lets out a disgruntled grumble, eyes peering open from where they'd slipped shut to squint at his chat.

"They're calling me a simp like it's a bad thing," He giggles, eyes roving over the comments for only a few seconds more before he buries his face into your stomach, "Only bad thing 'bout it's that I can't kiss you forever."

"Oh, really?" You muse, biting the inside of your cheek to stop from smiling on camera, "Why's that, Jamie?"

"'Gotta breathe," He mumbles, voice muffled into your tummy, "Terrible design, human beings."

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[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Games in the library 18+ MDNI

Aemond x reader (Tutor/gamer au) Fluffish and also smuttish

Tags: smut, library fucking, public sex and nerdy gamer references.

Cool devider credits: saradika

🔷Summary: Your GPA is tanking and you need help. Luckily there is the grumpy antisocial Aemond to help you out.

🔷Author's note: Based on tutor aus but I made my own spin on it.

🔷Wordcount :7324

🔷Warnings: Au universe, smut, desk fucking, p in v, dom/sub, reader x aemond, fluff, gamer references, cozy gamer gf and shoot-em-up bf (found something else? Let me know)

There have been quite a few storms lately, causing more rain and making the world a little gloomy. You don’t mind, however. You have always been a fan of rain. Unlike today, where it’s an extra reminder how much you rather spent inside, cooped up with a good game with a warm cup of hot chocolate, not running around your campus with your bag above your head, as if life depends on it.

You are relieved when you make it inside, in the beautiful library that was built long before you began this study. You notice a silver-haired boy with a missing eye sitting in the corner of the room, with his math books in front of him, impatiently glaring around, unaware you are already there. “Hi!” you enthusiastically say, placing your Starbucks coffee cup and handbag on the table in the big messy library you just entered. It’s a saturday so most students would not want to be found death here at this time. 

You have a reason to be here, sadly. You are failing math, falling behind more and more on the subject. So your professor, Borros assigned you a very unwillingly tutor, Aemond Targaryen. He sighed when Borros suggested he should tutor you, even going as far to say that there is no use in tutoring someone who does not want to learn. There is truth in that, but the issue is not that you don’t want to learn. It’s something else.

Aemond glares at your cup before standing up and checking the time on his expensive smartwatch. “Why are you late?” Great. You were afraid of not getting here in time, seems like your Starbucks trip took a little longer than you had planned out.

You take out your phone. You are exactly 5 minutes late. There was a big line in front of Starbucks. And you forget you had tutoring today, to begin with. “I—uhm—forgot the time.” You lie.

He looks at your Starbucks cup accusingly. If it had feelings, the cup would feel attacked, perhaps even insulted, before it would hop off the large wooden table and into a nearby trashcan, ending itself. You would gladly follow it in the rabbit hole trashcan.  “I’m sacrificing my free Saturday for you. The least you could do is get here on time.” There is always a bit of a gruff, Gringe-like edge to his voice as if someone just stole his presents and he is pissed.

You huff. He acts so high and mighty, and yet you know there is nothing personal about this. He does not help you because he is some godly angel. He helps you to get points. This is not a charity project for him, or a social project this is cold selfishness and part of his plan to become the best student of your class, likely a step 4 in his 10 plan step to world domination.

You smile sweetly when adjusting your ponytail. “You aren’t sacrificing anything. You get points and the chance to become Borros’s TA.’’ You tell him, dangling his reward in front of him as if it’s a carrot, just in case he thought about bailing.

He dreams of that position for some reason, though you can’t for the love of the gods figure out why. Perhaps for status, power, future learning references or just to get close to Borros? Your teacher  had hinted that if he could somehow get you to improve your grades, there might be a chance he would become his teacher's assistant. That was enough to sway Aemond into teaching you.

Aemond briefly pushes his gold-rimmed glasses back on his nose, smirking at you.  You feel a little nervous under his gaze. “Correct. That means that I decide how this lesson will proceed.’’ 

His cryptic description makes your mind wander back to the familiar gutter you have come to know so well. You  make a mental note to stop reading dark romance books with tutors for a while. 

You ignore him. That makes him eager to get your attention back. “No calls, no texts—for the next hour, you are at my mercy.” Sweet gods.

His soft pink lips briefly smack before breaking into a grin that sends shivers down your spine. You are thankful for the small bolero that covers your dress.

Aemond is a huge nerd. Kinda cute, but he doesn’t know how innuendos work. And he is certainly not aiming his innuendos at you. 

“Okay. So, you’re like good at math, right?’’ you ask, a little insecure. You are worried he might not actually teach you anything at all, though he is smart, his hands almost always scorching through the air as though Borros is personally offending him with his questions. He reads advanced math books whenever you and your girlfriends hang out in the library, shooting glares whenever you are too loud, giggling or gossiping.

He seems insulted that you think so lowly of him.”’I’m the best in our class.” You never really kept eye on who is the best of the class, and you do not really ever cared. Who cares, as long as you keep up your GPA it is all fine.

But you are not dumb, you need to keep him as your friend for now. At least your ally. Your accomplice? You don’t know. You think you would be all the way at the bottom. ‘’Impressive.’’ You say, but you can’t bother to meet his eye before taking a sip of your very delicious pumpkin spice late.

His head tilts slightly when he narrows his eyes suspiciously, reading you as a open book. He huffs. “I can tell you don’t give a damn. Take out your notebooks, study books and whatever else you might need. It is time we start.” Whatever else you might need? You feel dread and anxiety fill your chest as you become aware of your thoughts traveling already far away from the lesson.

He brought an adorable little digital clock, that he puts on the table gently, before turning it on, exactly 120 minutes. He really does not want to be here a second longer than he has to be.

You faithfully take out your notebooks decorated with Sanrio stickers, Pokémon stickers and panda stickers, as well as your textbook, and your collection of Hello Kitty gel pens. You put it all out for him to see, flicking the textbook open in front of you. 

Aemond stands up, briefly looking over your handwriting in your notebook. He wets his lips before speaking. “Good girl.”

You roll your eyes.

He gets up from the chair across the table, walking to the empty seat next to you. He sits down, glancing at some of your previous sums, together with little drabbles and doodles. “So—what do you have problems with?” 

You can feel the warmth of his body and smell the fabric softener he uses on his clothes. He probably does his own laundry. 

This will be a long hour. You sigh, before summing it up. “Addition and subtraction, analog time, multiplication and division…’’ And you forget dozens of other things.

Anything and everything that involves numbers. You have been that way since a kid, throwing tantrums whenever you were forced to do math or make a puzzle. Your brain blacks out whenever you are forced to make a sum, and after a while your brain is just completely fried.

He wrinkles his nose, thinking. “So, everything?’’ he summarizes dryly. 

You nod. “Yep.”

His good eye slightly widens. “I can do this,” he mutters, to himself more than to you. He taps on an empty page of your notebook with his fingers.

‘’Write down ‘twenty-five plus eighty-seven’.”

You obey, faithfully writing the sum down in your notebook with your favorite Hello Kitty glitter pens. 

Aemond looks at the pen with a sigh, bending over your notebook to see what you wrote down. His brows furrow. 

You try your best to focus on his voice and his words rather than the fact that he sits so close to you and smells like fresh strawberries.

‘’Alright. Next, write down ‘one hundred and fifty-nine plus ninety-four’.” Again, you write it down as best as you can, in a reasonably readable handwriting. You hear him curse under his breath, exhaling.

“Five hundred and thirty-two plus six hundred and fifty-six..” 

You write a bit faster, messing up a few of the numbers in the process. You are glad you are starting with the addition sums, as they come the easiest to you.  

“Lastly, three hundred and fifty-five plus four hundred and sixty-six.’’ He looks at your sums. With one glance at his face, you can tell you’ve already fucked it up. “I said ‘one hundred and ninety-five’, but you’ve written down ‘one hundred and fifty-nine’. I said ‘six hundred-and-sixty-five’, but you wrote down ‘six hundred and fifty-six’.” 

Great. He must think you are doing it on purpose. Embarrassed, you quickly scratch out the numbers you wrote down before sighing, cursing yourself for thinking this was going to solve anything.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he wonders. “Do you even want my help?” The nerve of this man. 

“What do you think?” you snap, placing the cap back on your Hello Kitty gel pens. “You think you’re my first tutor? You think you’re the first who’s tried to help me? I’ve done all of this before, but none of it matters. Nothing will stick anyway.” 

Your voice becomes squeaky. You blink rapidly to avoid ruining your mascara. He must think you are so stupid. You are. So, so stupid.

Aemond looks over your work again, sighing and rubbing his face. “No,” he murmurs quietly. “You turn them around. Some of the numbers.” 

That has been an issue since you were introduced to numbers. That and the bigger they get, the bigger the chance you mess it up.

“No shit,” you huff, searching your handbag for your tissues. You find them buried under your perfume bottle and use them to wipe at your eyes. 

His feet move under the table, briefly touching yours.

“Don’t get mean. Just making an observation.’’ He scratches behind his ear. “What do you mean, ‘nothing  will stick’?” 

Great. He will piss himself with laughter when he hears this.

You’d rather not tell him, or anyone, really. It is embarrassing. You are a twenty-two-year-old girl who can’t divide the simplest numbers and, without a digital clock, you’d get nowhere on time. You wouldn’t even know the time. People can and have taken advantage of that just to bully you. “It’s complicated,” you say.

His usual gruff voice softens. “Alright. So, tell me.”

What is the harm? you wonder. Who is he even going to tell?

“I’ve got a non-verbal learning disorder,” you mumble. There. He knows.

“What?” he asks, a little too loud for your liking. Even if he had whispered, it would have been too loud. There is no one here, yet you are worried somehow someone heard.

You growl back, “Non-verbal learning disorder. NLD.” 

It is a little less common than dyslexia—a lot less common, actually. You have heard that dyscalculia and NLD is a very common combination. That might be the reason you are so horrible at math. Part of your brain just refuses to understand it, which frustrates you, which makes you upset, and all that means you’d very much rather not do math at all. 

Aemond becomes very quiet before admitting something you never thought you’d hear. “I’ve never heard of that.” 

Where could he have, though? He is very clearly a math expert, not a learning disorder expert. 

You look at your polished pink nails with gold glitter.

“Hm. Not surprised. You are perfect after all, aren’t you?” you ask.

He becomes grumpy and unbearable, as you become mad and perhaps jealous that he is so perfectly fine and normal, and boring. “Fine. Don’t tell me.” 

Aemond takes out his phone. You thought they were ‘forbidden’. Didn’t he say so earlier? You glare, insulted. You have a social life, after all, and the world suddenly seems far more beautiful than it had been before you began your suffering here. 

“So, are you telling me you don’t know how late it is now?” He shoves a Wikipedia page in your face. He looked it up.

You take out your phone. “Of course I do. It’s fifteen-thirty.” 

You don’t say the correct time. You say ‘fifteen-thirty’. Fifteen thirty. Not half over past something, am or pm bullshit. You say it how it is. It’s fifteen-thirty.

Aemond draws a clock in your notebook. You quite like the way he uses your Hello Kitty gel pen for it. “And in analog time, that would be?” He wonders, his voice trailing off when his one remaining good eye glances at you.

You shake your head as he draws two hands on the clock, and multiple numbers. “Oh, no one cares about those lame old clocks,” you smoothly lie, and it is part of the truth. 

No one uses those old lame clocks anymore. Everyone and their mother has a cellphone. Why bother reading a clock if you have a cellphone? And in your case—why bother reading a language your brain seems to not understand anyway?

Aemond sighs, reading you easily. He scratches the clock out. “You can’t read them, can you?” He asks after he has scratched them out. You can either deny it or lie about it but why waste energy and time?

This man is too observant. 

“I know that the big one up means ‘twelve’,” you say with a little smile, very proud that one thing did decided to stick.

You can see it on his face—it’s becoming more and more clear that you don’t need a tutor. You need a miracle.  

He blurts out a question. “How did you even leave high school?” he asks. You don’t think he meant to hurt you, but he still does.

“How did you lose your eye?” you ask, lashing out.

Aemond sits up a little straighter. “That’s quite a personal question—” 

You smile back, still furious and hiding your displeasure by ripping your nails.  “Exactly.” you groan.

“Fine,” he mutters. “I’m sorry. I’m impressed, if anything.’’

Fake sympathy. Yeah. 

This is a waste of time, you didn’t learn years ago, why would you learn it now? Why did you even came here to begin with? A little voice reminds you of just why you came over. “You don’t need to lie to me. I know I’m stupid,” you mutter when playing with your bracelet. 

Aemond grabs your wrist, letting go almost the second his skin touches yours. “You’re not stupid. I know you can be very clever and an absolute pain in the ass when you want to be.” He grins. “Just… not with numbers.” He closes your notebook.

“Really?”

You know you are clever on other fronts. It’s just difficult to believe you aren’t stupid when you see how advanced your peers and friends are and you still struggle over middle school math.

He nods. “Yeah. I remember for a while in History and Language that you were a threat to my position as best student.’’ 

You’d liked History for a while, it’s true. You were good at it—that is, until you got a social life and it became an afterthought. What might have happened if you had stayed on that path?

You don’t understand why he wants to be the best. “I mean, you are already first in math, aren’t you?” 

He should not push for perfection as much as he does.

He shrugs. “I don’t care. I have to be the best in everything.” It sounds empty. You might not be the only one with problems.

You try telling him what you think. “That’s a little… unhealthy.”

He snaps at you, suddenly scowling. “Well, I don’t have a rich daddy to pay my way into school.” 

Ah. That is his issue with you. He thinks you’re a rich little girl that has a daddy that pays for everything.

You stare at your pink nails, briefly ripping at them before speaking. “I don’t either. Mine died when I was two. I have a stepfather, but he’s too busy fucking my mom and arranging vacations to Dorne for the two of them to bother with me.’’

Aemond’s chest sinks a little, regret written across his face. “I’m sorry.” 

He sounds sincere. And, just like that, you realize your math session has turned into a therapy session. 

You laugh despite your sadness. “Look at me, trauma-dumping all over you. Sorry.” 

You open your notebook at the same moment that Aemond grabs your fingers.

“I think you’ve earned a break.” He awkwardly lets go of you again.

That’s fast. “We haven’t solved a single sum,” you say. “I mean, we can solve one. I think this one is doable…” 

You look at your crossed-out sums. Oh, yeah. That happened. 

His silver-haired head nods up and down, but he does not answer at first, staring at your nails. “Perhaps not. But we have discovered why you have issues with this. Go take a break. That’s an order.”

He cheekily smirks at you, causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Perhaps not butterflies—perhaps just straight-up lust. You want to pull this guy in by his sweater and give him a good tumble.

You lick your lips. ‘’Yeah? What will you do if I don’t, sir?’’

He leans in a little closer, his eye flickering to your ruler lying untouched on the table. “Let’s just say… you wouldn’t like to find out.’’

Aemond takes a bottle of water from his bag and a sandwich while you grab a hot chocolate from the machine in the library and a freshly baked muffin from your bag. 

You eat your muffin and then take out your Nintendo Switch bag, starting the device up for a brief moment of relaxation. You play Animal Crossing for a few minutes, forgetting the world around you as you’re sucked into your peaceful little island.

Aemond is very silent as well, staring mostly at you.

“I’ve got one too.” You are sucked out of your island and back into reality. 

‘’Huh?’’ He nods to the switch.

He means a Switch. You didn’t think he would be into games. You think he would be too busy studying, really.

“What game are you playing?” he asks, tilting his head, coming a little closer so he can see for himself, almost touching your skin in the process as he clumsily bumps into you. ‘’Sorry.’’ He murmurs.

“A very intense one,” you comment as a compilation happens on your screen. You want to restore your island from desertcore to cottagecore and right now, one of your villagers has decided to be a menace. 

On Aemond’s lips grows an almost dreamy smile as he stares at you playing on your Switch. “Oh—like Xenoblades? Zelda? Hades?” 

You’ve heard of all three, but haven’t played them. They are not games you think you would like. They sound difficult, full of combat, full of puzzles and full of realisation that you are stupid. So you stay far, far away from them.

“Animal Crossing!” You turn your Switch so he can see your former desert island as you turn it back into a cute aesthetic-worthy village. 

He tries to blink, but he only has one eye so it looks a little awkward. “That is your definition of ‘intense’?” 

It can be. It can be so intense you rage-quit. Some of these animals have no manners—you’ve certainly bullied a fair few off your island. 

“You try terraforming your island when a lazy villager sits in the way!” You point with your finger to the panda cub that sits in the way, right where you want to plant a bush. “That’s Chester, and right now he’s making my life hell—” 

The panda, or Chester, enjoys a sandwich while smiling at your avatar, unaware of the misery he is 

causing.

“That panda is?” Aemond asks, confused. “The panda is the issue? Can’t you tell him to move?” 

That would be so helpful. But, unfortunately, no—that is not an option. 

You nod, turning your Switch back to you. “He just won’t leave. I can hit him with a net, but he would hate me,” you mutter. “Pushing him is useless. He’s, like, glued to this spot.”

Aemond smiles to himself. “Perhaps he is saying we should return to studying.” Chester would say that, the menace. He has not given you his photo either, the bear knows too much.

“He says to me that I can have five more minutes,” you say, smiling and blinking your eyes innocently. 

He sighs deeply, exhaling before putting his arm under his head, watching you terraform around your island. “Cute.” He sits up straight, blushing and quickly pointing to your Switch, decorated with stickers from Stardew Valley. “I meant, uh, the stickers.” He quickly mutters, and you can’t hide your own smile.

The stickers are cute, but you can’t help but wonder if he wasn’t talking about something else. “Thanks, they’re from Stardew Valley.” 

“I heard that game—” Whatever Aemond would say next would forever be a mystery. He is rudely interrupted by your fan dumping all over him, telling him the plot, the main features, and your personal opinion of the game in the world-wide record of 4 minutes as you ramble. “You’re kinda supposed to help this town flourish by bringing crops you grow, artisan stuff, to this community center. You can also romance and have children and have a pet. There is like magic too, but I wish it was more fleshed out-’’ You shut up quickly. You put your switch down.

He nods, but you can tell you are losing his interest. 

“You can slay monsters, too,” you blurt out. “And you have different swords, weapons and stuff. Sorry. I kinda ramble.”

“I like it. It’s cute when you ramble.’’ Damn it. You feel your cheeks redden. Aemond watches the rain outside, before asking another question about Stardew Valley. ‘’Can I kill my spouse?” he asks as a follow up. 

You know the modding community is very active, but they are like about dogs and cat breeds, about teleportation hacks and making portraits better. Not about you know, full-blown murder. “No…”

He frowns as if that surprises him. “Is there warfare? Can I take other people’s farms? Is there a princess for me to save?” No, no, and no.

You understand you two play different games.

“No, not really. It does have multiplayer, though.”

Aemond’s scoffing little smirk returns but it does not meet his hurt and very glossy eye. “I’m kinda a loner.” He laughs but there is a hidden sadness there. A sadness you relate too all too well.

“I am, too,” you say. 

“You have dozens of friends.”  You can still have friends and be alone.

He refers to the girls that you hang out with. Are they friends? You don’t hang out aside from the weekend. You can’t call them, if something has happened to you, and they definitely don’t know you game or have NLD. 

“Yes,” you say, “but…none of them game, I guess? Like, in that way, I’m alone. And I don’t make friends easily. Not everyone likes the games I play. Some wouldn’t even call it gaming. So, what kind of games do you like to play?”

He suddenly becomes interested in his very well cared for nails, and you know you hit a weak spot.

“Crusader Kings II, Zelda, Hades, Xenoblades and shooters.” He tells you. ‘’Mostly single-players.’’

You don’t know Crusader kings, but judging by the name, you do not have a cute farm at day and a run a witchy cozy coven at night. “The bloody ones.”

He snaps his head to you, smirking a bit.

‘’Zelda is not bloody.’’ Before he looks at your hair and your lipstick. ‘’I think you actually like it, if you gave it a chance.’’ He says. ‘’I mean, there is dozens of npcs to talk to, a wonderful open world, and ingredients to forage and outfits to collect and to find. In a way, it is Stardew Valley but without the Valley.’’

He definitely heard about Stardew Valley before. ‘’You know a lot about Stardew.’’

He nods. ‘’My sister, Helaena, she plays it a lot. I wouldn’t know how to play it, however.’’ He confesses, slightly tilting his hands. ‘’It’s beyond me how you get anything done with a time limit and a stamina bar.’’

You smile, and you never thought you would in his company. ‘’Describe the story. Of that Zelda game.’’ 

He needs some time to think before telling you the main story. ‘’You see, with an adventure game that’s…that would defeat the purpose of playing. So: You are a hero, named Link. After 100 years, you awake in a shrine, and you hear a voice, and you need to save the kingdom and the princess.’’ It sounds very …male-written and male-aimed. You aren’t sure Zelda is for you.

You have another problem with it too.

‘’That sounds horrible. Imagine waking up from your nap, and suddenly you got to save the world.’’

At first he is confused but the moment he knows you are joking, he laughs, a very delightful sweet and welcoming sound. ‘’It starts very locked, but there’s so much you can do in the game, in my honest opinion it's one of their best entries in the series. There’s cooking, horses-’’ Horses? There are horses? And cooking? ‘’There is combat, but you learn quickly, at least I did. The monsters are actually clever, and in the beginning, its best to avoid them until you get decent weapons.’’ You aren’t sure. Combat? The monsters in the skull cave of Stardew Valley regularly kick your ass.  ‘’There are puzzles too-’’ That is where you draw the line. No puzzles.

‘’Hell no. I hate puzzles.’’ You did as a kid, and still as an adult you can’t figure out how some people enjoy putting together these images, made up of 1,000 pieces and when they finish it, they destroy it too. Like what is the point? And it does not help you can never figure out where to start.

‘’I know.’’ That catches you off guard. Aemond does not pressure you into it. He simply accepts it.  ‘’But they are fun. We can solve most problems in multiple ways. You can’t fuck this up, if you are scared of that. Even if you die, you can restart as many times as you like. And no one is going to call you stupid for it.’’ He promises you, when leaning in a little closer, touching your face gently.

‘’Not even you?’’ You ask, for confirmation, not sure why you care but you hate for him to laugh at you for doing something very rookie. 

He shakes his head.  ‘’No. It took me a lot of time to get the hang of it too, if you must know.’’ So he is not as perfect as he pretends to be. ‘’I already told you: I don’t think you are stupid.’’

You lean in a little closer to him, staring at his soft pink lips. You make your voice as dry as possible. ‘’What if I call ‘’Link’’ ‘’Zelda?’’ You ask him with a cheeky grin. Nothing annoys Zelda fans more than that.

He grins back, but has faith in you. ‘’I know you won’t.’’ That is true. You know that the Princess is called ‘’Zelda’’ but the person you play as is called ‘’Link.’’ To confuse the two would be like calling JojaMart Pierre’s general store.  

‘’But what if I do?’’ You ask, getting a little cheeky. ‘’Hm? Sir?’’ You ask, pushing his buttons a little more as you grin. 

He needs to make an effort to hide his smirk, quietly muttering when eyeing the stickers on your switch. ‘’Don’t push me, we are alone after all, and I’m very bored.’’ He murmurs, sending a shiver down your spine when his voice gets that rough edgy little dark edge.

‘’Are you …Interested?’’ You ask, surprised.

He lifts his head, a bit insulted. ‘’You think I would not avoid you like the plague if I wasn’t?’’

All this time you thought he hated you, but he had a crush on you. ‘’I thought you hated me! That I annoyed you!’ 

He blushes, quickly cleaning his glasses for some reason. ‘’No, I just don’t like it when I can’t control my feelings. Like I become very different around you.’’ You noticed. He puts walls around himself.

‘’You become a little angry bird or a Goomba.’’ You know for sure he knows what a Goomba is, and you know it as well. They are the adorable little creatures from Mario games that try to murder Mario and look grumpy.

He chuckles, mortified by your description.

‘’Please, no, gods, not a Goomba.’’ 

You do find the courage to tell him your final thoughts, before flipping your notebook again, picking up where you left with the sums. ‘’If it helps, you are kinda cute too, Aemond.’’ You tell him, and you mean it. ‘’Not that I’m into Goombas, but..Yeah. You’re cute.’’ You tell him.

He nods, absently before he becomes serious again. ‘’Did you ever try motivational tutor lessons?’’ Motivational what?

‘’What uhm do you mean?’’ You ask, a little lost.

He shrugs, smiling. ‘’Well, people are more likely to succeed if there is a reward for them in it.’’ You notice him biting down at his lips, avoiding your eyes.

‘’And uhm, what would my reward be?’’ You ask your body to betray you within mere seconds as you think of how he will reward you. You, on the couch on top of him when fucking him-

He grins, when slowly touching your legs, going to the space between your legs, to where your dress ends. ‘’Whatever you like,’’ he purrs softly in your ear. ‘’ A cup of coffee, a donut…’’

You nod, a little disappointed and curse your dirty mind. That man is a saint for trying with you. Aemond reaches out to grab something close to your textbook and your eyes follow his fingers. ‘’People are likely to succeed more if they are disciplined too.’’ He is just teasing you, you tell your very dirty minded mind.

You know he will make you stand in the corner or perhaps take your phone away. ‘’And what would my punishment be?’’ You ask, dryly when you copy the sums from the textbook.

Aemond sighs. ‘’I won’t do anything you don’t consent to, that is the first lesson.’’ You were taking a sip of your cold coffee and nearly spat it out, all over your textbook as your cheeks burned with interest.

‘’But if you are into a little motivation, I guess I can show you another use for this pretty ruler.’’ He mutters, tapping with the ruler against the palm of his hand. You notice he has excellent self-control. This will be fun.

Yet you are surprised, that the red sweater glass-wearing sniveling little best of the class into BDSM. ‘’You’re into Kink?’’ You ask, your voice is a bit strangled.

‘’That’s not an answer, little brat.’’ 

He totally is. Gods, just your luck, stuck with Aemond Targaryen who is secretly into brat taming. Whatever sums you wanted to make, will certainly get fucked up now.

‘’Do you expect me to really learn better?’’ You hope he understands that your brain is just not a regular brain. It won’t magically solve things now that you are motivated. 

Aemond shakes his head. ‘’I kinda don’t. But it’s alright, love. I won’t get upset with you. Not really, at least.’’ He tells you with a grin. ‘’But I won’t lay a finger on you until I get your consent.’’ Such a gentleman. 

‘’Fine, you’re free to touch me.’’

On his lips, grows a dangerous smirk as he grins, before sitting next to you. ‘’What is the square root of 48?’’ He puts his left hand on your knee and slowly makes his way to your thigh…

Fuck. ‘’Uhm, 4.’’ You blurt out. It is a gamble but you don’t care.

Aemond chuckles before tsking as a disapproving teacher, before grinning and telling you the correct answer. ‘’That would be 6.’’ You growl, a little angry you didn’t know it. But he softly murmurs in your ear, when his hands go over your body. ‘’Take off your coat.’’ He tells you coldy. 

You let out a little squeak. He grins, adding softly. ‘’Again, if you want to, of course.’’

‘’I want you to strip too.’’ You tell him after you have taken your coat off. 

He chuckles, thinking you can’t defeat him. That you don’t know his weakness. But he told you, earlier today without him realizing so.  ‘’You can ask me questions but I know a lot more about math-’’

You interrupt him, smiling.

‘’What year did the Titanic sink?’’

Aemond gawks at you, before thinking deeply. It is a random event that did kill people, but it had no major consequences. ‘’1910?’’ He guesses. You grin. 

‘’1912, take off your shoes.’’ You tell him.

‘’Fuck.’’ he murmurs, but obeys. ‘’If I go with the train at 9:20, and the train takes half an hour-'’ No way you will get that one, so you take your dress off, zipping your zipper down and exposing your black bra and matching knickers. Aemond’s breath catches slightly, exhaling when his pupils enlarge.‘’Good girl.’’ That is enough to worsen your arousal and to harden your nippels. Aemond watches as it happens, a pleased contemptuous smile on his lips. 

‘’Tell me, little Brat. Darwin’s father has four children, Red, orange, yellow and-’’ It is a pattern question. A clear question. Red orange yellow are colors represented in the rainbow. ‘’Green?’’ The moment you said it, you repeat the question silently before growling.

‘’No! "It's Darwin!” You grow out.

He chuckles. ‘’You can keep your pretty knickers and bra on. I want you to sit on my lap.’’ You sit down on his lap, making sure to rub him a tiny bit in the process, to make him wild. He groans in your ear when forcing your ass down. ‘’Such a naughty little brat. And so wet for me too.’’ He murmurs in your ear when his fingers smoothly slide in your knickers, before toying with your folds, touching before inspecting your wetness. You twist on his lap, trying to force the finger to move deeper, harder, and rougher. Aemond pulls you tightly to his chest to avoid you moving at all.

You enjoy his control more than you should. ‘’Fuck…’’ You quietly mutter. He muses happily to himself as you squirm and twist on his lap. 

‘’So tense, are we shy, little brat?’’ He is toying with you, torturing you.

‘’Aemond, please.’’ You beg, helplessly as he begins to fuck your body with his fingers, and you happily fuck his hands, clenching yourself whenever you are allowed. 

You need to find release soon, and he knows it very well judging by his smirk. ‘’I’m afraid I won't listen to that name. You will call me Sir or you will refrain from speaking at all.’’ He says, and your fucked up little brain enjoys it too much.

That is so hot. He has an authority kink. ‘’Fuck!’’

He grins, as he takes a stance behind you.

‘’I’m afraid I can’t allow such crass words.’’

Oh shit. You feel your heart race and your stomach flutter with lust and butterflies and your curious mind wanders. ‘’Aemond…’’ He grabs you briefly by the throat, but he does not make it hurtful. He raises a brow. 

You look at your shoes.

‘’I meant, Sir…’’ Your face is pressed down against the wood of the table, before Aemond growls.

‘’Nothing will save you now, little brat. You are all mine.’’

He grabs the ruler and your cheeks are spanked first with his fingers before he moves on to the iron ruler, hitting your cheeks with precision but hard enough for you to like it. You squirm on the desk, certain you leave a trail of wetness as Aemond uses the ruler on both your ass cheeks, finding a torturous rhythm. And yet you like it. You want it to happen again, you want to brat. ‘’Fuck,’’ you cry out as three of his fingers enter your pussy. His left hand is feeling you up, when his right continues to punish you for your sins. ‘’Sir, sir please!’ You moan.

‘’Are you sorry?’’ He asks, between fucking you on the desk with his hand and spanking you. You nod, furiously. He sighs, letting go of you and his fingers leave your spent wet cunt. ‘’Good. Don’t be naughty again or I will punish you again.’’ He warns you. You want to brat. And you want to brat so hard that he will punish you with his cock this time. 

You bring your own fingers to your entrance but before that you can shove them in, Aemond has grabbed your wrist, painfully twisting it. ‘’Seems like someone can’t behave herself.’’ You nod, furiously as if you regret it deeply. Aemond sighs. ‘’Pull my pants down for me.’’ He tells you, and you inwardly cheer. You get to work, unbuttoning his jeans for him and pulling them down first, before staring at his boxers which barely hide his erected cock. 

You pull his boxers down too, freeing his cock as the red swollen tip is pushed in your face, with clear precum on the edge. ‘’Get on the desk.’’ He tells you. ‘’Bent over it, the way I know you want to.’’ You know what he means very well, and you obey, bending over the desk so he could take you on it.

He sighs before grabbing one of your hands and wrapping your fingers around his cock. ‘’Make me go wild, and I’ll fuck your little needy pussy.’’ You obey, your back turned to him as you try to please him with your fingers rubbing his head and his balls. 

You are bended, and Aemond opens your legs roughly and sharply, before going inside of you with his cock, filling you all the way with his length as you silently whisper. Aemond starts to trust and you become lightheaded and carried away on your pleasure. He fits so well. ‘’Sir,’’ you weakly mutter as he fucks you on the table, your book and hello kitty gel pens still present. Aemond grunts as an animal before grabbing the ruler, smacking your cunt this time, causing you to cry out in pleasure. ‘’Sir!’’ You repeat your own cry, before slamming your hips against his own, begging him to finish you. ‘’Please!’’ 

‘’Such a needy cunny. I’m going to come inside of you, little Princess. You are going to tell all your little whore friends about this, that you got fucked by a man in the library, used as a glorified slave. You will tell them how red and throbbing your little pussy was, and you will not tell anyone it was me. Is that understood, or do you need me to fucking explain it another way?’’ You understand, but you would love another explanation because it sounds so dirty.

‘’Another way. I’m pretty stupid.’’

He glares as if he disagrees with that.

‘’Very well.’’

Aemond grabs you by your hips again, fucking you.

‘’’N-no, Aemond, I have a party tonight-’’ You tell him, begging him to be a bit gentle.

He groans. ‘’I don’t care. Fuck your parties.’’

He did not get invited.

‘’Nhn!’’ You cry out as his cock cruelly fucks you, not giving a damn about your warnings.

Aemond’s lips briefly kiss your sweaty forehead. 

‘’Delicious, such a good cunny.’’ He murmurs, rubbing your cunt until blood sticks to his fingers. You need a little push. Just one tiny push. ‘’And now, you will come for me, my slut. When I tell you, you will come all over my cock, soaking me.’’ You nod, bracing yourself.

Aemond fucks you harder and faster and it becomes difficult to hold your orgasm in. You need to release it, you need to find a release fast. ‘’Sir, please.’’ You beg, helpless. He grins, spanking your needy pussy.

‘’I know, but try to show some self-respect, my little brat.’’ 

You wordlessly wail. He sighs, before impaling you thoroughly and resting his hands on your hips. He whispers in your ear. ‘’Come.’’ You obey, freed from a prisoner and let go when you two fuck each other roughly, your muscles hurting from the rough fucking on the desk. And finally, you come all over his cock, just as he promised you would. He takes you two more times after that, bringing you close to two other orgasms, before denying those two. You are taken without warning and lose your control, coming all over him, earning you a spanking and a rough fucking before he comes inside of you as well, with a lot of curse words and grunts. 

‘’Fuck, Y/N.’’ He murmurs, in your ear. You put your underwear and bra back on. The timer ends, revealing that two whole hours have passed. Aemond dresses himself quickly too, looking at your messy hair and glassy eyes. 

You become aware of the feelings and the urge to run far away from them. ‘’I have to go.’’ You tell him.

Aemond stops you, gently and you know he has become himself again, dropping the dom-act.

‘’No. You seem to know some things about Kink, but after playing with my ladies, I give them aftercare. You deserve a bagel, or a donut, or fuck it, another Starbucks if you want. If we were at my place, I’d prepare a bath for you or give you a message.’’ He rambles on. ‘’Let me buy you something nice for your lunch, and at least walk you home.’’ He asks, no, begs. Your face melts at his sweet manners. 

You put your stuff in your back, as Aemond zips up your dress for you, careful to avoid your hairs. He has done this before. You wonder how many times and with who. ‘’She is judging us.’’ He suddenly whispers, nodding to your hello kitty gel pen. 

After two hours he has become just as mad as you have. ‘’She knows too much, I might drown her into my Starbucks later.’’ You tell him.

He does not approve of that idea.

‘’That would be sad and torture.’’

‘’Fine, I’ll just…put her in my pencil case.’’ You do as you promise him, putting the gel pens in your pencil case.

‘’That’s it, good girl.’’

He winks before following you to Starbucks.

‘’Hey, uhm Aemond?”’ You ask after you are waiting for your order. Aemond looks around a little amazed. He has never been here before, calling it a capitalistic hell. 

‘’Yeah?’’ his hands nervously play with his rings. He can be so adorably shy.

‘’What are you doing tonight?’’ You wonder, hoping you don’t regret this. As in, he does not say no.

‘’Not much, I might actually play Zelda. Why?’’ He wonders.

‘’Want to come to this party with me?’’ You blurt out with a smile.

a/nthank you for reading let me know what you think. there might be a part 2 but i havent decided yet.

The eh creatures above the a/n are goombas.

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[alexblue29]

Foolish x fem reader

Foolish decides to help his crush on how to play Minecraft. Always provides whatever materials she needs. If he doesn't have it, he gets it immediately

If they decide to do a world together it would most likely be a chill and cozy one. His crush wanders around the map. She talks about how she wants to build a home in the cherry blossom biome and a base mine in the lush caves

He secretly constructs both buildings for her. He is bad with interior design, so he asks his chat/doozers for advice about the colors, furniture, and where should it be placed.

Then he tells her to log in to show a special surprise he made her and boom gives her the tour.

His crush is touched by his hard work and told him he didn't need to do it. Foolish would say "I wanted to because I love making you happy"

Oohhhh ohohoh that's cute as fuck!!

Minecraft Beds

You've been invited to join the QSMP and had gladly accepted. You've been streaming for about two years before they took notice of you and invited you.

You were ecstatic.

During the time before you would join, you'd gotten to know Quackity who was extremely nice and very good at talking down tour anxiety about joining an already formed group.

When you joined the very first time, you were the very first person on the server. You were streaming it, of course, but it was still pretty early and no one else was on at that time.

So, you took your time gathering basic materials and chatting with your viewers.

About an hour in, Foolish joined the server. You nervously sent a greeting in the game chat to which he responded with enthusiasm, asking you if he could join you and help you out.

You two quickly became friends, much to the pleasure of both your chats. He gave you some extra materials he didn't need and showed you around, helping you to get all the way stones so you wouldn't have to walk everywhere.

You streamed for about five hours but stayed on the game once you ended, mostly because you liked to keep Foolish company. In the end, you both played around ten hours together.

After about two weeks of the same daily occurrences, he brought up the idea of making a server for the both of them, so they could play together outside of the QSMP and just relax instead of being on edge with lore most times.

Once on the new server, you immediately took off and began looking for a cherry blossom biome, it was your favorite, you claimed when Foolish questioned you while running after you.

It took forever but you finally stumbled upon one, not before getting killed a few times by the nighttime mobs. You were ecstatic, gathering as much cherry wood as you could. You ended up making a very small house to hold you both over during the nights since gathering all the materials you'd need would take time.

Foolish took off exploring around the biome and stumbled upon a series of caves that eventually led him to a beautiful, huge, lush cave. You squeaked when he announced it, saying how much the lush caves were beautiful and you should build a base down there as well.

Eventually, you got tired. It was late, around one in the morning and you had promised your viewers a QSMP stream in the early morning. You said your goodbyes to Foolish and wished him a nice Sunday seeing as he didn't stream on Sundays.

Unknown to you, Foolish had begun streaming once you left, claiming he wanted to practice his building with different materials. He built you an amazing, huge house in the cherry blossom biome, well, the shell of it at least. He'd also started on a base down in the lush caves but he was mostly focused of the cherry house.

Anyone who watches Foolish knows this, he might be an amazing builder but he's not the best at decorations. Between the both of you, you were the decorator of the duo. Once he quickly built the shell of the house, he began asking his chat advice on decorating.

When they told him to just ask you, he caved and told them this was actually the server for both of you and he wanted to surprise you with the builds. They began spamming "simp" but he only laughed, while blushing, and urged them to help him with the decorations.

That next Tuesday, after both your streams on QSMP, Foolish was very insistent you log on to your shared server. You did so with a tired smile but frowned confused when you found yourself inside a dirt box.

He was quick to dig you out and guide you to the house. You were out of words, it was beautiful, more than what you imagine yourself making. Before showing you the interior, he ushered you to the lush caves where he showed you the, now-finished, base he'd made down there.

As you made your way back to the cherry house, he asked you to not judge his interior decorating and that you could change things around if you wanted. As you walked in, you were pleasantly surprised. You've grown used to helping each other while building, he'd help you build, and you'd help him decorate.

He had done incredibly well, you refused to change a single thing until you went upstairs to the bedroom. You noticed how there was only one bed in the room, when you brought it up he claimed because it was your house it only needed one bed.

You laughed and went to rummage through the chests until you found wood, wool and a blue flower. You turned to flower into dye, crafted a bed and dyed it blue before quickly placing it beside the one he'd put for you.

When he asked you why, you said, that since he made the entire house and decorated it, it was unfair to have him make a whole house for himself. He stayed quiet for a time and you were worried you'd read everything wrong until he spoke up,

"I wasn't expecting that." He laughed. You were quick to say that he could make another house for himself, you didn't mind but he cut you off, "No, no, no. I'll stay here with you. I only wanted to make it cause I love making you happy but if you want me to stay I can stay."

A week later, when Twitchcon came up you brought up going and he immediately booked tickets for the both of you.

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[buckets-and-trees]

Test Play

Title: Test Play Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Game Designer!Bucky x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Sequel to Perfectionists. All hands on deck around the clock as SHIELD has to put in some extra work in order to get things ready for game approval before the beta test can be launched soon at PAX East, especially if they want to beat out HYDRA's new pending release. What will that mean for the new development between Bucky and SHIELD's top tier tester when there doesn't seem to be time for sleep, let alone... whatever this is?

Content/Concept Warnings: gamer AU; strong language; SMUT: vaginal fingering, cock warming; beefy Bucky who is soft but a menace

Notes: THE FIRST OF MY PROMISED ANNIVERSARY SLEEPOVER FICS! Also crossing off:

Catching up on @buckybarnesevents WEEK FOUR of Hot Bucky Summer: Free Week: suggested cock warming

Seventh square of @buckybarnesbingo C3: FREE SPACE - seemed fitting to couple it with HBS Free Week

When I wrote Perfectionists, I really didn't think I had more story to tell or that these two would get as much love as they did...so this is something I'm very excited to share for part of my Anniversary Sleepover event!

A/N: AND THANKS to @rookthorne who helped me with a bit of gamer lingo and encouraging these two and literally @vonalyn’s expertise in knowledge of the gaming industry! Chi especially not only steered me in the right direction, but you were so generous and indulgent of my inquiries!

story divider by @firefly-graphics, reblog graphic by @vase-of-lilies

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

Steve looked over from his desk to see Bucky’s fingers tapping anxiously across the way on the corner of his desk, chin propped on his other hand, staring – glaring, really – at the clock on the wall. As the leads on the new Avengers story release for SHIELD, he and Bucky were on hold until the feedback from the latest round of testing hit their inboxes.

“You good?” Steve asked. None of them were great right now, but Steve felt keenly the need to make sure as captain of this crew that everyone was at least good.

The glower turned to him. “I’m fine, just… hate waiting.”

The icy blue stare didn’t faze Steve – he knew it wasn’t for him. “Maybe there are some preliminary notes we could get a jump on. Do you want me to go check on her progr–?“

“No, I’ll go,” Bucky cut him off and stood abruptly in the same second. He was out of the engineering and design lab before Steve could even respond.

Steve frowned.

Nat and Sam had gone down to consult with the marketing department, but Joaquin was still in the lab with him. “You know he hates these spots where there’s nothing to do until there’s something to do even more than you, Cap,” he quipped.

Steve sighed. “I know. But he seems even more worked up than usual, he’s never liked having to talk with the testers before now, but I guess desperate times…”

Steve went back to refreshing his inbox because there definitely were more things he needed to communicate back to the other teams, even if the other part of his work was on hold, so he missed the slight smirk on Joaquin’s face.

Bucky was on a direct path, not to be deterred by anyone if they were trying to get his attention in any way. As he came around a corner, he nearly collided with T’Challah, lead writer on the story design team.

“Barnes! My apologies!”

“Oh, no!” Bucky’s face turned a bright red. Anyone else and Bucky with his broad chest and hulking frame would’ve probably bowled them over. “That was all me.”

Though they’d worked together from time to time over the last year, Bucky still didn’t know him very well, but T’Challah was one of the few others at SHIELD Bucky enjoyed working with outside of his own team and he had a fair bit of respect from the man.

“On your way to the test room?” T’Challah guessed.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “Guilty.”

T’Challah smiled. “I just came from there. From our conversation, I expect we’re closer than we hoped on getting this mode online with the rest of the release. She’s not done yet, but I think you’ll like what she has to say.”

You glanced over your shoulder when you heard someone closing the door to the test room. “I can not go any faster, I promise.”

You did a double-take and paused the game when you saw the giant gaming engineer who had ruined you a week earlier crossing the room. “Hi,” you breathed and returned the soft smile you saw on his face. You were glad it was dim in the room so he couldn’t see every detail of your expression, feeling flushed at the sight of him, and biting the slight edge of your bottom lip.

“Hi,” he returned warmly. There was a slight twinkle in his eye as his gaze swept over you. “What is this?” he gestured up and down as he planted himself down next to you, body angled to you and not the gaming screen.

You were cocooned with only hands sticking out from one blanket draped over your head and your shoulders and another wrapped around your legs. “It is Women’s Winter! I’m trying not to freeze in the extremes of corporate American summer air conditioning temperatures!”

Bucky laughed. He laughed around the team, but rarely around anyone else. And this? With you? This was still so new, but it was nice.

“Here, I’ll help warm you up.” Bucky settled in on the couch directly next to you. His hulking frame made the couch dip slightly beneath him, and that brought your cocooned self partially into his lap. He wrapped one beefy arm around your back and the other rested over your legs.

“Hi,” you said again, a whisper this time.

“Hi.” The dimness of the room did not prevent you from seeing the heat that was building in his gaze.

That look made you want to squirm in the best way – to be writhing under him. He was so big you had to tilt up your head to look into each other’s eyes, but that was no problem. It meant a natural invitation for Bucky to lean down and capture your lips in a kiss.

Which he did.

The sweet greeting of the kiss, not having seen each other for a few days, melted away quickly into more. His tongue teased at the seam of your lips, and you opened your mouth to him eagerly. It was hungry and demanding, and he pulled a moan from your throat.

And for some reason your brain switched back on, and you laughed breathlessly and pulled away.

“Buck, no.”

“Buck, yes.”  

He circled his arms around you completely now and burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, mouthing at the tender flesh there, a little nipping, kissing, and licking that had you moaning again.

The thud as the controller hit the floor reminded you again that you were supposed to be finishing the test play, not letting Bucky play with your body.

You jumped out of his arms and retrieved the controller.

“Buck, anyone could come in and see us! We’re lucky no one caught us the first time.”

The grin does not leave his devastatingly handsome face. “I specifically locked the door when I came in this time.”

You laughed but shook your head. “That was awfully presumptuous!”

His expression softened, and he reached for your hand. You let him pull you closer as he spoke. “It might have been presumptuous, but it wasn’t my only intention. I’ve been eager to see you, spend time with you. One night of fun last week and lunch the next day before the HYDRA shitstorm… that’s not all I wanted with you.”

He held your hand up and kissed your palm before pulling you even closer. You melted into him as he circled his arms around your waist, your blankets having pooled at your feet. One of your hands threaded into his hair, the other wrapped gently around his neck. He turned his head, resting his cheek against your front, and you felt and heard him take in a deep breath and then exhale slowly. You felt that energy mirror inside of you as well.

You didn’t think he had only used you for one hot night of pleasure – the hours spent wrapped up in each other on the couch after fucking, and then waking up in your own bed the next morning to a text already waiting asking if you wanted to get lunch had said a lot – but it had not been the week to jump into … whatever this was going to be. Ten days ago Barnes had only been the guy you had harbored a crush on and thought didn’t like you one bit since you had been professionally clashing for months as game engineer and game tester.

Literally while you had been at lunch, teasing him about his questionable choice of footwear, Bucky had received a flurry of Slack messages and then a call from Steve. They had intel on review notes from the beta release HYDRA had submitted to one of the first party platforms and Fury had decided to bring the Deep Shadow Conditions mode back into the release SHIELD was going to submit to the first party platforms for approval at the end of next week.

Meaning Bucky and the rest of his team had only by necessity taken any kind of breaks to sleep and refuel for the last seventy-two hours, you’d exchanged all of five texts, and had only seen him from across the main floor once in all that time.

So, this was nice.

Your Apple Watch buzzed at your wrist, and you groaned and pushed away from Bucky, hastily moving around to stand behind the couch.

“I’ve got to finish this test play!”

And you hit resume on the game, leaned forward, and planted your elbows on the back of the couch, getting back into the zone.

Bucky heaved himself over the back of the couch and closed in on you, caging you in on either side with his massive biceps, his big solid chest at your back.

“Bucky!” you tried to take a stern tone, but it was hard when you were relishing the measured weight of him against you.

“I’m not stopping you,” he murmured against the back of your neck.

“Bucky! Really!”

He shifted slightly and then you could feel the smirk of his lips on the side of your neck. He planted one hot kiss there, then said, “If you’re so damn good at what you do, keep playing.”

“Are you issuing me a challenge?”

“Just a chance to prove what a consummate professional you are.”

“Challenge accepted. You are an incorrigible menace,” you laughed.

“Actually, I’m cold.”

“You were judging me and my blankets not even five minutes ago,” you said, focused on the action on the screen.

While he remained hunched over your back, you felt him moving again, and you heard but didn’t register the sound of his belt unbuckling.

“Blankets? No,” he murmured in your ear, “I need you to warm me up.”

“Oh,” you moaned when his broad hand cupped your pussy.

“Think you can do that for me?”

He stroked firmly.

“Part of the testing is to see if we’ve got a game that captures the player’s attention, right? I’m just helping you test this aspect, see if a player can become easily distracted, lose interest – that’s the last thing we want.”

Slowly but purposefully Bucky undid your pants and you fought to keep your breathing even and your eyes open and where they were supposed to be as he pulled them down with your underwear. Then he nudged his right foot on the inside of yours to push your legs further apart while two of his fingers moved over your soft, slickening folds. Then he sunk his cock into you, and you both exhaled at the feel of him inside of you.

“How’s that?”

You let out a slight whimper.

“That good, huh? You’re never at a loss for words with that talented tongue.”

You elbowed him gently. “You really wanna play, Barnes? You tease that you just need some cock warming? You get me to break, and then you can fuck me however you like.”

“Oh, I can be patient. I’ll get you to beg for me to fuck you. We’ll see who gets desperate first.”

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

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game over | jjk (m)

🎮 pairing: jungkook x reader

🎮 summary: you might not be a gamer but that won't stop your competitive side from wanting to defeat your boyfriend in this new game that you're both currently obsessing with. it's just a matter of time until one of you gives up but Jungkook can’t help wondering if it will be you or him.

🎮 rating: 18+

🎮 genre/au: streamer/gamer!au, established relationship, fluff, smut (pwp?)

🎮 word count: 5k

🎮 warnings/content: edging/orgasm control, masturbation, praise kink, hair pulling, semi-clothed sex?, fellatio, slight rimming, unprotected sex, creampie, voyeurism (through hearing), use of lube (jk’s big that’s why), switch dynamics 

a/n: surprise ig lmao i didn’t mean for it to be jaykay but @knjsnoona​ sent me something months ago and that became an inspo for this 💀. thank you to my big sissy @hisunshiine​ for this cute banner (where i pestered her a lot 🤣). this is for the Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by the sweetest @joonminshua​ & @kookskingdom​ 💗

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You look so beautiful from where he is, face full of concentration on the game in front of you that he can’t help but coo at how cute you are.

Jungkook’s currently preparing snacks for both of you since he just finished his streaming. It’s been hours since he did and you’ve been hounding him to turn over the console to you so he finally let you take over. It’s also because you keep insisting that he should give you more time with the console seeing as you’re at a disadvantage because you’re not a gamer like him.

“i really have no talent in this” you huff in frustration but it just made him smile.

He’s still quite touched that you’re trying to engage yourself in one of his hobbies as a way for you to get to know him better and deepen your relationship with him. The same scrunch on your eyebrows is still on like before and Jungkook grins as he comes nearer to you, placing the bowl of snacks on the table but you never even spared it a glance.

“baby, come eat”

“stop distracting me!”

Jungkook just chuckles as he sits beside you and you wonder what he's planning next. You two have been on this competitive streak on who can win the most rounds while betting on who’ll give in first. Whoever loses will not only pay for all the dates but will also do all the chores so that's why you've been doing your best to compete against your skilled boyfriend.

When Jungkook first met you, he didn't think that you’d have a competitive side when it comes to gaming because you have never been interested in it. He didn’t mind it at all because you have a lot of other hobbies that occupy a lot of your time too. But after you started dating, you soon expressed interest in his hobby, trying your best to learn it despite telling Jungkook how hard it is.

It isn't that you're lazy to do all the chores or you lack money to pay for all the dates. You're more than happy to do those things for Jungkook because you love him and you both divide all the housework and fees every time. You care more about your gaming skills because you’re still not confident with it, sure you’ve been practicing but unlike Jungkook who’s very gifted in everything that he does, you're a bit of the opposite.

This is why now you’ve been putting all your focus on the screen in front of you. No distractions so far but Jungkook’s half-naked body. You won't falter though even when he’s now using your other weakness aside from him.

Food.

You're a bit hungry from trying to interrupt him earlier but you can’t just leave this ongoing match. The food combo with his bare chest is already straying your thoughts away from the game and Jungkook currently acts like you didn’t tease the shit out of him earlier, that's why you’ve been very suspicious. He’s quite clever on ways to get back at you which usually results in you not realizing what’s happening until he already tricked you into doing whatever he planned.

This whole thing started when Jungkook started paying less attention to you than usual. You’ve always supported him with his hobby especially since he’s a streamer as well, with constant online schedules where he’s barely off from his PC and when the times that he is, he’s on-call planning gaming strategies with his close friends who are in the same league as him.

You let him be most of the time since he still gives you time when he can. Though sometimes, it just annoys you that he still chooses to play when you wanna go out to have outdoor dates with him. So then you decide to do the same, ignoring him when he tries to spend time with you, giving him the excuse that you need to finish the book you’re reading because the next instalment is coming up.

Jungkook then suggested doing this challenge to solve this growing distance between the two of you. He noticed when you started acting differently towards him and he’s been feeling scared that it’ll only get worse which is why he’s giving you more attention in the scope of this competition between the two of you. He hopes that this bonding will fix this situation, a small one, yes, but he doesn’t care how dramatic he’s been.

.

“...shit..” a surprising moan comes out from you when you flick your swollen bud, startling yourself at how aroused you are already when you're supposed to seduce Jungkook while he’s currently on another match with his friends.

It isn't one of the sounds that you intentionally make to distract him, hoping that he’ll turn his head towards you when you moan his name. It’s a genuine one from you trying to relieve yourself when your boyfriend's too busy to do so.

Here you are currently lying on your back on Jungkook's bed, both of your legs propped up on your chest though now you're struggling to balance them when they’re starting to cramp. You don’t change your position though, closing your eyes while you continue pumping your fingers inside your walls, alternating from scissoring them and going deeper to find that sweet spot but your fingers are just different from the long and thick ones that Jungkook has.

"fuck baby..so swollen.. can see how wet it is from here”

Your eyes open after hearing his slurred words, turning your head to the side to catch him finally looking in your direction from his gaming chair. His eyes are hooded, looking hungrily at your folds that you’re starting to question if you’ve only been hearing things earlier because of the pleasure. Your plan is to only turn him on with your moans but your random position somehow accidentally gave him a very delicious view of your cunt.

“want some?” you breathlessly ask him, fingers collecting your wetness before extending your arm at him as an invitation. Your playful tone and the little quirk that appeared on your lips snap him out of his trance, adjusting himself as he sits up to compose himself.

“nice try babe” Jungkook retracts with a chuckle, shaking his head while poking the insides of his cheek, a smirk plastered on his lips as he faces back to his computer screen. You're sneaky but it's hard for Jungkook to resist you, he's already hard from hearing you moan his name which didn't go unnoticed by his teammates.

You huff in return, initially a little annoyed at him resisting you when you're basically naked while touching yourself on his bed. The smug smile on his face reminds you that you're still in this bet and you're annoyed how you almost forgot about it.

Fine, you’ll try another way.

One where he’ll surely regret putting you in this misery.

That may be dramatic but your mind’s only focused on your next task as you approach him in his gaming chair. You’re only wearing Jungkook’s button-up shirt and nothing else, barely wearing anything actually since this game between you started. You both have tried many ways to distract one another, mainly through seducing one another but no one has given up yet.

And you’re about to change that.

Jungkook’s attention shifts from his screen towards you who’s now kneeling in front of him. You’re looking at him mischievously, eyes lingering at his hard on before looking back at his anticipated face.

Fuck. He’s been reminding himself to never forget this damn bet that now he’s starting to regret suggesting before. He can never resist you and he’s been trying his best to not give in even if all he wants to do is fuck your brains out for being so sexy like this.

“..jungkookie..”

You purr while running your hands on his thick thighs that have your essence still between your fingers and he flinches when you rub them. A smile appears on your lips when his eyes remain on your fingers before turning back to the screen, now unfocused. He doesn’t answer you still and so you start palming his already hardening bulge, coaxing a grunt from him which he had to cover up when one of his teammates asks.

Jungkook’s still not looking at you, he can’t though he should’ve stopped the moment your ministrations are starting to affect him. He’s not sure if you’re still annoyed at him for ignoring you but he didn’t answer earlier because he’s skeptical that his friends will hear him moaning out loud just in case you do something. He shouldn't have done that because now you’re gripping his hard length already, it’s been aching since he heard your delicious moans earlier.

That’s why he’s not stopping you when you begin tugging at the waistband of his sweats, cursing at himself for not wearing anything under which causes the grin on your face to widen. His cock almost slaps your face after you pull down his sweats, giggling when he tries to lift his hips up to remove it fully but you insist on keeping it on him halfway.

You hum, wrapping your hands around his twitching length while observing his labouring breaths before you start pumping him slowly. He takes a sharp inhale when your thumb circles his leaking tip, his hips bucking into your hand which makes you laugh at his eagerness. You were going to tease him further, waiting for him to beg or even just a whimper but you beat him to it when you lower your head down and finally wrap your mouth around his cock.

A small groan comes out from him, throwing his head back as he closes his eyes.

“don’t turn off your mic kookie” you tut when you catch what he’s about to do.

Jungkook whispers out a “fuck” before his hand leaves the switch from his headset, bringing it back to the keyboard to continue his game. You’re surprised that he followed your instructions but it could just be because of his desperation to get off. Well, he’s been a good boy so far but you couldn’t just let him get away from ignoring you for so long..

You swallow him deeper until his tip reaches the back of your throat, making him moan out loud to the mic. That makes you smile around his cock after coming back up because his friends surely know what he's in right now. His other hand comes down before he pulls it back when you pinch his thigh, a warning for him to not touch you yet.

“yeah my girl’s blowing me rn, fuck off”

Jungkook responds without shame, proud even so you continue bobbing your head up and down, your tongue keeps swirling on the underside of his dick when you hear the commotion on the other side of his mic after his moans become louder. Hearing his friends’ comments about how lucky he is to have you warms your heart and it almost makes you forget about your plan for him.

“j-just focus on the game, i've been doing my part!" he pleads to his teammates desperately. "i can’t lose this one—shit”

One of your hands cups his tightening balls and Jungkook swears that he could cum right then. He's been itching to grasp your head or touch you anywhere but your piercing eyes looking straight at him are stopping him from doing so. He knows that look and judging with the way your touches have been rougher on him, you're not gonna let him cum anytime soon.

“breathe baby”

You chuckle at Jungkook's current state, noticing how tense he's been since you started playing with him. It's so adorable seeing him trying his best to not cum while playing the game when you've edged him for a while now. He's all sweaty from holding himself to not give up and beg, not even caring that his friends are hearing all of his moans and yours too.

“babe—y/n..please” he takes a deep breath with each word, mouthing the last one when he feels himself nearing the edge for the nth time. Jungkook lost count on how many times you stopped him from cumming, his sole focus is to try and win this round. You’re definitely not making this easier but there's no way he'll lose from this early on, not even because of you.

But his chances are gone now that you’ve unbuttoned the shirt that you're wearing, exposing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. Your nipples are perked already and all he wants right now is to squeeze those inviting breasts of yours.

You hear the final click from Jungkook's mouse and he is smiling in relief that his team won this round before throwing his head back as he grips the sidearms of his gaming chair.

He's almost there..fuckfuck but suddenly your mouth and hands leave him, prompting him to whine pathetically, hips bucking up in the air with the lost sensation. He won the game but you still didn't let him cum. No reward from you unlike he expected so now he knows he really fucked up ignoring you earlier.

“well done kookie and congrats boys”

You smirk on Jungkook’s mic while you caress his face, pushing away his hair that's sticking into his forehead, ignoring his needy eyes trying to catch yours until he releases a whimper.

Taehyung: what the fuck you little shit!

Jimin: damn that was so hot..

“yeah, yeah i'm the luckiest. i gotta go”

Jungkook immediately turns off the PC before turning to you but you're faster than him as you walk away from his gaming area, pulling off what you're wearing completely. Your fully naked body taunts him as you walk towards your own bedroom.

“baby, you're really going to leave me with blue balls?”

He whines, calling out to you desperately but you ignore him. You almost gave in earlier when he did those puppy eyes again that's why you blasted instantly. You usually can resist him but needy Jungkook is different. That side of him makes you weak that all you can think of is to do whatever he asks so that's why you're staying away from him for now.

.

Jungkook had been trying to corner you since you left him but you’ve been very good at avoiding him at all cost. Focusing on the matches helped but after many rounds, his crotch is aching more and more. So he relieved himself a little, intentionally touching his cock outside your room so you can clearly hear him begging for you but you didn't even budge. He’s hoping that you’d come out and punish him at least but you didn’t even say anything from behind the door.

He did everything already, deciding on luring you with your favourite food instead but you still won't come out.

But he’s going to make you. He’s always loved a challenge and you’re aware of that so you should be ready.

You’ve succeeded in avoiding Jungkook by staying in your own room for the majority of yesterday but today you have to go out and restock your mini-fridge. The both of you could’ve shared a room since you’re together anyways but the two of you decided to have individual rooms since you both have many hobbies and needed more space. Jungkook has his gaming, art and sports paraphernalia with the several teams he’s in while you have the same amount of things from your music equipment plus your room’s kind of like a mini dance studio too since you’ve installed glass mirrors on one side of the wall.

Taking a bath on your own seems weird because you’re so used to Jungkook joining you. Though it takes too long for you both to finish every shower session for obvious reasons, you enjoy his company and you lowkey miss it a bit today, almost calling him in earlier to join you. Screw this silly bet but you’ve come this far and still won’t lose to him. And besides, you’re starting to enjoy gaming, perhaps you’ll finally join him in his hobby.

You were almost done with your morning routine and you just finished shaving your crotch area in preparation for the beach day you planned with the girls this weekend when you hear the sound of another match starting on the screen.

the fuck!

Running towards the edge of your bed, you grab your gaming console immediately, ignoring that you’re only wearing a thin sports bra as you're instantly on your stomach to continue the game that you almost missed. There's only one culprit here and you aren't sure how he managed to get in quietly to sabotage your tournament without you hearing him. He couldn’t possibly use the spare key just for this…right?

Jungkook instantly leaves your room as soon as he starts the game on your screen, giddy at how your reaction is going to be. He was trying to contain his laugh but couldn't stop them after hearing you scream in frustration. Jungkook meant for you to miss it not only because of the bet but because he’s getting a bit worried about how you're seriously taking this competition between you two. He barely sees you around the house anymore even though you both have never left since this whole thing started.

You both were very prepared for it, shopping for groceries and other necessities beforehand and even informing your friends that you’ll be doing something important this week. This surprised Jungkook because you actually cancelled going out with your friends which you never do unless it’s necessary. So this is actually a big deal to you just like it is to him. 

Jungkook opened the door expecting to see you in your annoyed face, focusing on the screen to maintain your streak. He plans to tease how you’re gonna finally lose against him.

But the sight that welcomed him made him stop in his tracks.

You're half-naked on your bed. Only in your pastel criss crossed sports bra and he can clearly see your juicy ass from where he’s standing. Like he's being hypnotized by your body, he starts walking closer to you until he reaches the edge of the bed.

You feel the mattress dip from someone sitting behind you yet you never acknowledge Jungkook. You're still pissed at him for practically cheating on this bet. The agreement was to only distract each other, not something like where you could've potentially lost the tournament if you weren't fast enough.

“baby..”

He starts but you brush him aside. You didn't even mean to play half-naked but you had no other choice because you had no time to put on the rest of your clothes. It’s getting warmer already so you've put all your t-shirts and long sleeves that you could've worn in the laundry. You only have your summer clothes so the timing is working in Jungkook’s favour like it always is.

You’re only left with your sports bra because you were thinking of doing small exercises outside as a break before resuming the game. It isn’t healthy that you’ve been spending most of your time playing on-screen indoors but Jungkook just has to cut your plans short for today.

“so sexy..” he whispers mindlessly, hands starting to roam around the globes of your ass.

You’ve been trying to ignore how his touches are affecting you, focusing solely on the game on the screen and you’re still annoyed at him. The problem is, it’s been 2 days since the last time you fucked each other and you’ve been needing a proper orgasm that only Jungkook can give.

His face comes nearer to your body, hovering over you that you suddenly feel his breath on your bare skin. Jungkook’s hands continue to caress your ass cheeks, admiring your curves in his hands. You haven’t said a word yet but your labouring breaths are giving him a sign that you’re getting riled up.

After a while of his constant teasing, you’re getting impatient for him to do something but you don’t want to be obvious. You can’t just give him a reason to tease you more but Jungkook can read already read you like an open book.

“gonna give up baby?” you taunt him, in hopes of getting what you want but he only hums, both hands sliding up your body, cupping both of your breasts firmly through your bra.

Jungkook continues nosing your skin, breathing in the scent of the soap that he bought for you. It’s his favourite and it became yours too after the first time you used it. He traces your entire body softly and you start to quiver, unconsciously leaning to Jungkook and he smirks against your skin.

“i love your ass..”

You feel him move back and then you hear a bottle cap opening so you wiggle your ass out, eager for him to just do anything at this point. You’re being needy now but before you can even look back at him for a bit, Jungkook’s other hand suddenly grips your hips to steady your moving body.

“but i love your pussy more” he licks a stripe on your newly shaved cunt, lingering on your clit a little to suck it while his hands are busy on something else. It must be the lube that you have on your nightstand because you both have been using it for quickies. You do get wet fast but your boyfriend’s big so foreplay takes a bit longer, that’s why sex has been many times better with the lube.

“Kook..this isn’t p-part of the rules-ohh” a loud moan leaves your mouth when he traces his lube-coated fingers around your outer folds, causing you to hiss at the cold and sticky sensation. Jungkook starts mouthing both of your asscheeks while he spreads his fingers around your cunt until he grazes your swollen clit and starts rubbing it.

What he does next makes your breath hitch, almost missing a hit on your opponent.

Jungkook’s mouth reaches your ass, his tongue dragging from your wet folds to your puckered hole. He prods on it a few times, your hips jerking back to him in response. You whine for him to continue but he chuckles as his mouth leaves you, still teasing by not putting his fingers inside your pussy.

“jungkook..” you whine once again, pushing your ass back to him but he grips your hips tightly for you to stay still. “next time...” he murmurs, pecking your asscheeks and you huff because he’s still teasing.

The game’s almost halfway but you’re torn on where to put your attention. Jungkook knows your body like the back of his hands with how long the both of you have been dating so it’s no surprise when he knows just how to make you squirm under his touch. 

"my baby's getting better at this..i'm proud of you"

Jungkook truly is, you didn’t miss any shot and you’ve been hitting your opponents with precision despite his distractions so now he’s going to show you how proud he is.

"time for your reward babe"

He brings down his sweats and strokes his hard dick with the hand that was fondling your cunt, his wet fingers coated by the lube and your essence making him gasp as he guides his swollen tip to your soaked entrance before he pushes in.

“ohmyfuckk” you moan loudly at the intrusion, his cock stretching you out deliciously that your walls are clenching erratically around him. Jungkook loves doing this to you because he knows you love the feeling of it, being full without his fingers preparing you. He used to hesitate in your early months of dating, the caring person he is, always making sure that you're comfortable at all times.

A deep thrust brings you back currently as Jungkook reaches to the hilt, hips stopping for a moment to relish the familiar feeling of your tightness around him. He tosses his head back while caressing your hips lovingly before he looks down at your arching back.

“see? i didn’t need to prep you love, your pussy's so used to my dick anyways” you hate how he manages to sound romantic despite his filthy words but it gets you going every single time.

“..fuck..” you groan as Jungkook starts moving his hips, slowly at first and the loud squelches echoing around the room are mixing with the sounds from the TV. He loves it, loves hearing how wet you get for him, his beautiful girlfriend acing his hobby at the moment.

One of Jungkook’s hands grabs your criss-cross straps, using them as leverage as he increases the speed of his hips. Your body’s been bouncing back and forth as he guides you to meet his thrusts. You’re grateful as this supports your body because you’ve been slowly going delirious despite doing your best to focus on the game. You take a deep breath and are going back on track when Jungkook delivers a sharp thrust, hitting that spot that makes your vision hazy with all the pleasure you’re already in.

“p-please..shit..” Jungkook smiles after hearing your needy whine, his own moans not missing to match yours. Fuck, since he feels you tightening around him, he keeps hitting the same spot until your body seems to decline on the bed, your head dropping with your moans getting louder.

Jungkook looks up at the screen and notices how you’re losing focus so he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls them up when you almost get hit by your opponent.

“focus”

You shriek at the slight pain on your scalp but you do your best to nod, gripping the controller hard and moving your fingers back as you concentrate on the game once again.

"there, good girl, the best baby" his praise made you clamp around him tighter and Jungkook's lips quirk, knowing very well how much you love hearing him compliment you like this.

It isn't long until you're nearing your end, your legs shaking at the intensity of Jungkook's thrust. You know he's close too, his cock twitching inside you so you start pushing back to meet his thrusts. His other hand snakes between your legs, rubbing your swollen bud as his pace begins to turn sloppy.

Your fingers move frantically, hitting the last member of your rival team in time for the coil breaking in your lower abdomen, closing your eyes shut after seeing the “victory” displayed on the TV screen.

“yesss–ugh” you scream as you reach your climax, dragging your words and slurring more curses as you ride out your high, your upper body flopping to the bed with your one hand dangling on the bed, trying to grip the console to prevent it from dropping to the floor.

“fuck..fuck..baby” Jungkook groans as he reaches his, both hands leaving their previous spot to grip your hips tightly. He sounds so fucking hot, his deep and raspy voice adding to his hurried pounding is making your mind hazier.

“hmm..so good” you moan wantonly, intense pleasure coursing through your whole body. You're helping your boyfriend in riding out his orgasm by moaning more for him, Jungkook does love it when you can't keep quiet while he's fucking you.

“game over y/n” he exclaims breathlessly, his hips rolling slowly while still spilling himself inside you. 

“and i..won” you grin in daze at the warm feeling of his cum, body still quivering even post orgasm as you turn on your lovely boyfriend's amused face.

“congrats babe” Jungkook smiles while biting his lower lip, his eyes still blown out as they meet your playful ones. He turns your body over to face him before leaning closer as he situates his body between your legs without pulling out.

“but you still lost” you tease, running out of breath. The double meaning made you smile in satisfaction. Finally, this bet between you is done and you even won against your skilled gamer boyfriend? now that’s something you can brag about to your girls at your meetup.

“don't care, i can't resist you”

“i know”

“ride me on my next stream?” he pouts, his eyes cutely begging at you.

“you sure you can handle it?” you bit your lip, intentionally clenching around his cock and he hisses.

“doesn't matter since i’ll have your pussy either way..mhmm i love you” Jungkook keeps peppering you with kisses before slowly pulling out, his eyes fixing on the cum oozing out from your sensitive cunt. 

“mhm love y’too..i’m sore” you whine, your eyes slowly dropping paired with a yawn after. You’re truly exhausted with the whole gaming ordeal and the mind-blowing, satisfying sex with your boyfriend. You feel sore everywhere, especially your arms and shoulders that are aching from his brutal fucking but you loved it. Sex has been always great but they've been quick these days because of how occupied the both of you are.

Jungkook finds how adorable you look with how you're suddenly getting sleepy. It’s still endearing to him how you usually get sleepy after showering because it’s the opposite for him. You truly don’t know why you do get sleepy, you just feel light and relaxed that it dozes you off. Add that Jungkook always tires you while showering, you just wanna lay down and sleep. Naps after a shower are the best ones, the only ones that make you feel fully rested after waking up.

“i didn't really care if you win you know” he admits fondly, scrunching his nose as he nuzzles your neck.

“is that so?” you respond sleepily, a small smile appearing on your pretty lips. “yeah, I love spoiling you”, he mumbles against your sweaty skin.

You mutter something of a “love you” as a response, the hand running through his hair is slowing down, letting Jungkook know that you’re on a brink of sleep.

“go to sleep now, we’ll have a picnic date later when you wake up” he smiles affectionately before kissing you on the cheek and you hum delightedly, closing your eyes for a deep slumber.

Jungkook looks at your sleeping figure before closing the door quietly, texting his friends proudly that you won the bet between you both. All he gets as replies are playful threats of stealing you from him and he scoffs, teasing his friends at the possibility of them watching you play instead.

e/n: it’s been years since i’ve actually played on PC so that’s why i didn’t specify any game on this one nor did i include any technicalities. also this genre’s not my forte so sowy if it didn’t live up to your taste 😬

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[seollem-tm]

“Let you go? Why would I ever do that?” he murmured more to himself than anything.

He slipped off the bracelet she’d given him just the evening before and slid it down easily over her hand. She watched him incredulously the entire time, wincing when he firmly tugged the string to tighten it around her wrist.

“What are you-” she began, but he shook his head, and her lips clamped shut.

“You’re not resigning, or going anywhere, for that matter,” he continued, running his thumb over the beads. It felt more right than when it was on him.

LORDVOLDEMORT.

“You’re staying right here.”

Hermione looked up at him in surprise, and Tom watched, mesmerized, as the stray droplets of tears that had been clinging to her thick eyelashes converged into one on her freckled cheek before sliding down the side of her nose. It finally came to rest on her trembling lips, and Tom felt a spark of inspiration.

Or, rather, a sudden lapse of his normally iron-clad self-control.

From Infinite Spin, Chapter 9: Bend & Break

(Art commissioned from @chrisfroot. Absolutely perfect portrayal of this scene, I highly recommend this artist for commissions!!!)

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

chubby!aegon as a game streamer…. having his pretty girlfriend sat on his lap whilst he streams, when he does face streams the fans can see all the love bites on his neck🤭

something about chubby!gamer Aeg sends me over the edge... hope you enjoy this nonnie xox

Playboy

PAIRING: chubby!Gamer!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader [Modern AU]

WORDS: 1,340.

WARNINGS: thigh riding, praise kink, swearing, breast play/kink, slight dacryphilia.

A/N - not really feeling on par with the fandom at the moment, so I''ll be posting my fics and bolting off, appreciate the small few that keep up with me 💓

"Aeg, sweetie, really? How much more longer are you going to keep me waiting?" You defeatedly exclaim, as you throw your phone down, losing the device in the plush covers of the duvet. Your tiresome eyes wander over the backside silhouette of your boyfriend, immersed by the large screen of his desktop television. Making a promise many hours ago that it would be his final round, before joining you in bed to watch a film, you were met with disappointment each passing minute.

"Yeah-Yeah, I'll be done soon, babe. Just another 5 minutes," Aegon hastily interjected, followed by a sudden, loud outburst of swears as he cursed his younger nephew, Jacaerys, through his bulky headset. Cursing beneath his breath, one hand remaining tightly gripped on the controller, the other reached keenly for a handful of crisps, the crisply rustling beneath his reach before shoving the handful into his mouth. Not even a mouth full of potato crisps, could deny your boyfriend from spitting aloud vile threats unto his younger nephews or brothers.

"Seriously, Aeg? You said that fucking half an hour ago-"

No response. Whether he had actively ignored you or blatantly had not heard your mewling cries, it stung the wound deeper. Sensing your blood boil beneath your flesh, wickedly rolling your eyes at Aegon's ignorance. Finally succumbing to the notion of taking matters into your own hands, for this was becoming a far more frequent recurrence than you would've liked it to be...

"Jace shut the fuck up, and Aem quit being a punk-ass bitch and-"

Without warning and much to Aegon's utmost surprise, you strategically aim and toss aside your lace, pink g-string landing directly atop the edge of his illuminating screen. Firmly pushing yourself in between the desk and Aegon, the slight distance gathered, you cease the chance to drape your leg over his wide, stocky thighs, straddling his lap as your hands grip over his broad, fleshy shoulders. Steadying yourself, you tediously adjust yourself over him, tauntingly grinding down against him, as you seek comfort above him.

"W-Woah, babe, what are you d-doing?", Aegon stutters, as his plump mouth falls open in shock, those lilac eyes rapidly wandering over your nestled frame.

"Since you think it's okay to ignore your girlfriend, and since you think a fucking video game is more important than me... Let me show you exactly what you'll be missing out on."

Slowly and steadily, your hips began to move, bucking backwards and forwards as the throbbing heat between your inner thighs began to stir against Aegon's chunky, clothed thigh.

"Think you can just brush me off like that, and treat me like I'm nothing? Think you can just ignore me, and think you can get away with it? Not on my fucking watch, big boy," You sultrily whisper directly into Aegon's ear, as you pluck the headphone, lifting the device off his ear for him to hear clearly. Not sparing a second, Aegon lunged his headset off onto the desktop, as the mumbling voices of his online companions echoed wolf whistles and pleas to hear more from you, became fainter against Aegon's groans.

The longer you paced yourself rocking and rubbing your bare, moist cunt against his thigh, the further you dug yourself into Aegon's larger, sturdy frame: his larger chair swaying in rhythm to your lustful movements.

Since Aegon took advantage of his newly found sedentary lifestyle, occasionally working from home and currently relishing in his vacation from work, he'd grown accustomed to comfort. Often ordering food when you were absent from home at work, too lazy and occupied to whip himself something fresh from home, he sought immense pleasure in gaming and dining in takeout: the simple life. Yet his recent pleasure-seeking behaviour had its perks...

His round, portly stomach pooled slightly over his lap, extending subtly beyond his waistline now hidden beneath his generous adipose flesh. Your cunt grinding against his thigh, and your breasts pushing up against his paunchy chest, earning a few deep, growling whimpers from your boyfriend.

Your face buried against the soft crook of his neck, your lips nuzzling at his skin, guiding your hands over Aegon's forearms, noticing how tightly he was gripping to the arms of his chair.

"Easy playboy, you seem a little tense? Was the game so captivating, so invigorating? I must be such a disappointment for you to forget me so easily, huh?" You sadistically whimper, moaning closely into Aegon's eager ear.

"A-Am I a disappointment, baby? That you feel the need to distract yourself so, neglecting me without a second thought-"

"N-Never-" Aegon groaned, propping himself up for a split second as he shifted in his seat, one pudgy hand supporting your back as he did so, and the other remained gripped to the chair's arm. Doing so, you plunged deeper against his porky frame, your body leaning in closer to Aegon's larger frame, as you felt his strong hands shoving you closer, his palms coincidentally gripping tightly at your rear cheeks. Your boyfriend's notorious, hard bulge now prominently probing beneath the entrance of your cunt, feeling the pulsating tension growing stronger the second you could feel him against you.

"Then why have you left me practically begging for you, for the past hour? Is that what it is, playboy? You love to see me beg? Begging for you and only you, hmm?"

"And if I do, so what? It turns me on seeing you crying and whining for me like that, Princess, you know that." Aegon menacingly uttered, his palms tenderly kneading at your cheeks, even earning a sudden, sharp spank as he lowly chuckled.

"And I also know, how much these turn you on too, huh, handsome?" Releasing your grip, your hands having found their way to Aegon's short mottled, blonde strands: to gracefully draw down the straps of your night silk gown, baring your perky tits right in front of his hungry eyes. Like a predator meeting its mindless prey, Aegon's mouth latched eagerly to your sensitive nipple, as his eyes had glued shut, whilst suckling onto them. You swore, you had felt the second his rigid, growing cock twitched with excitement beneath the tight fabric of his track pants, against your aroused, wet cunt: leaving a evident patch of your titillating mess.

"Such a greedy man you are. Nothing can ever be enough for you, hmm?-"

"You are enough-" Aegon breathlessly moaned, as he broke apart before re-latching onto your other breast: the innocent skin from where Aegon had suckled previously now swollen and rosy, evident marks of Aegon's lips and teeth bitten down against your tender flesh.

"And yet... You have me waiting at your beckon call hours on end, as you play your meaningless, little game and think you'd go unpunished?-"

One hand aggressively pulled at Aegon's hair, as his face no longer buried deep into your bosom, earning a defeated, wincing look strewed across his handsome, chubby face.

"Absolutely not."

With your instant outburst, you promptly stood back up, redressing your nightgown, as you plucked your g-string off his screen, tossing it onto Aegon's ruffled face. Vexed speechless, he remained frozen, before the silence that drenched the room was sliced by the static voices booming from Aegon's headphones, as they taunted their elder Uncle and brother. 

Aegon, struggling yet just managing to reach for his headphones, directed the microphone to his mouth sternly cursing the boys for his ruin before bidding them a haste goodbye.

With strenuous effort, as he stood himself up, Aegon rushed striding towards you, laying himself stomach down, as his upper body pinned over your legs, weighing you down.

"Okay, okay, Y/N, I deserved that. L-Let me make it up to you, baby. I promise, I'll be your good, good boy-"

"You're going to have to try a little harder, Aeg-" You teasingly sang, grinning as your arms crossed over, eyes mindlessly shut, imitating the act of drifting off to sleep.

"Whatever you want, Princess. You have my undivided attention, forever and always, I swear it."

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[flowerandblood]

Will you play with me? (Oneshot)

[ gamers • modern! Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, fluff ]

[description: They both love playing online games and become friends, when she comes to their house, invited by his sister. Their friendship grows stronger, but she feels something more for him. One evening, he invites her to an empty house to play together, but their meeting ends a little differently, than they both expected. Friends to lovers trope. Anon Request.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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Aemond was her best friend. Admittedly, she first met his sister, Helaena. She invited her to their house one day for tea between their classes and that's when she found out that her brother passionately played the same online game as she did.

Walking down the corridor from the bathroom to Helaena's room she passed through the living room, while he was sitting comfortably on the couch, the green controller in his hand, completely focused on the TV screen. He was playing against one of the bosses with whom she had a problem for a long time.

She watched him play silently, not wanting to distract him. His character was twenty levels higher than hers, and she thought with amusement that he either had to play it all day or buy special extras.

"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, one of the team members instead of hitting the monster hit his character, depriving him of several health points. "Fucking imbecile."

She couldn't help but giggle lightly at his words and he shuddered, noticing her at last, not knowing whether to look at the screen or at her. She walked over to him, holding up her hands.

"Keep going, play, I want to watch how you do it. I can't beat this boss." She said softly, sitting next to him on the couch, pulling her legs up to her buttocks.

She heard him swallow hard as if the sudden presence of a complete stranger had petrified him, but he kept playing.

She saw, watching his character's actions in the game that he was very experienced, while she was attacking the monster at the wrong time, too fast and thought that as soon as she got home she would try to defeat him again. After he was done she clapped her hands a few times, wanting to show him that she thought that he was playing very well.

"Congratulations! I've been struggling with this huge dragon for two weeks. At least now I know what I was doing wrong!” She said genuinely happy, saw him looking at her out of the corner of his eye, all tense, his jaw clenched, his eye looking at her uneasily.

She thought that she might be straining their hospitality and his comfort zone a bit, so she got up from the couch, smiling warmly at him.

"Good luck." She said lightly and turned to leave, but his low, cold, pleasant voice stopped her.

"If you tell me your nickname, I will help you pass this level." He said indifferently.

He wasn't looking at her, he was just switching to character equip mode, apparently preparing for another mission for which he needed different equipment. She smiled at his words and did as he asked.

She thought that it would be a one-time favor, but on private time Aemond offered to help her if she needed the support of a stronger character in the game again. In fact such help was always welcome, so she used his support very often.

Her character was an archer and his was a warrior, so all they needed was a healer. Criston, his friend, would usually come to help and they would go through fights with her that she couldn't win alone.

At some point they formed a good team, because she quickly caught up with them with so many wins. She started taking part in all new missions with them on a regular basis, even though that they could take someone with a higher level than her.

In addition to playing together, she and Aemond would often chat with each other after battles. Aemond advised her on what she could do to strengthen her character and at first they only talked about the game, then other things like movies, pop culture, books.

She loved these conversations, considered him a very intelligent and well-read man. He studied history at the National University, but she knew that he was ashamed of spending so much time in a fictional world.

am_666: I know that some might say it's a waste of time, that I could do so many other things, but it just relaxes me. Interpersonal and social contacts usually overwhelm me.

sunshine: Hehe, come on, you don't have to explain yourself to anyone! Some like to watch TV series, some like to draw, some like to play. I like it a lot myself, don't worry.

am_666: I noticed. Tomorrow me and Criston are playing at my place. Will you join us? I have a third controller.

She felt a pleasant warmth at his question and she shifted happily in her seat, a wide smile on her face as she texted him on her laptop.

sunshine: I'd love to! Sounds great!

The next day she actually came to him and she could finally meet Criston in person. She brought some snacks with her which they tossed into a bowl and then they played together until late, annoying his mother who wanted to watch some TV series.

From then on, Aemond often invited her over even when Criston couldn't come, he showed her his room, old board games from his childhood, posters and records of the bands he listened to.

He didn't talk much, but he seemed more and more relaxed in her company. She told herself that they were just friends, but she was getting worse and worse at pretending that she didn't feel this warm sensation between her thighs every time their shoulders touched on the couch.

One day, when he was home alone, he invited her to play with him. He asked if she would like to drink a beer and saw that he also bought flavored beers, which she knew that he didn't drink. She blushed at the thought that he had bought them especially for her and nodded.

They sat side by side as Aemond launched the game on the big screen, taking a loud gulp from his bottle. It was a hot summer day, so she was wearing nothing but shorts and a Lord of the Rings crop top. At first they just talked about the game, cursing, because the boss was really hard and kept respawning when they didn't have a chance to replenish their health points.

After the third defeat, they both sighed heavily, leaning back against the backrest. She sighed softly, her head buzzing pleasantly from the low-alcohol liquor that she'd just finished drinking. She didn't know what came over her, but drawn by some unfamiliar, warm feeling, she laid her head on his shoulder, tired.

"I don't think we'll make it. We have to wait for Criston." She said softly, feeling the pleasant scent of his perfume, the warmth of his body. She felt his whole body stiffen. He swallowed hard, looking ahead, taking another gulp from his second beer.

He only grunted in response, which was clearly meant as an acknowledgment. He often answered her only with grunts, but she thought with amusement that now he simply couldn't get the words out.

A strong shiver went through her as he gently placed his free hand on her thigh, his thumb stroking her skin slowly. She inhaled sharply, pressing her face against his neck.

"Do you want me to take my hand away?" He asked in a low, hesitant voice. She placed her hand on his bare forearm, running her fingers up and down, noticing that goosebumps had formed where she touched him.

"No." She whispered softly, feeling more wonderful than ever, her heart pounding like crazy.

She closed her eyes and buried her face into his neck as she felt his cheek rest against the top of her head, his hand massaging her down to her knee and up, to the fabric of her shorts. They sat side by side in silence for a few minutes, shivering slightly with excitement.

She smiled slightly and ran her nose down his neck, placing a light, innocent kiss on it. She felt him draw in a quick breath, his hand stopping and squeezing the skin of her thigh lightly. She heard him open his mouth, trying to calm himself.

She moaned softly as he turned suddenly, and after a moment his lips, swollen and hot, dug into hers, massaging and sucking her, his large hand grabbing her cheek, not letting her pull away. They began to caress each other's lips, clenching their hands in each other's hair, breaking away again and again with a wet, dirty click of saliva.

Both of them were breathing fast as she rose suddenly and straddled him, falling into his lap. He stared at her with disbelief and desire as she leaned over him and kissed him again, her pink, soft, fleshy tongue slid into his mouth, causing him to moan loudly in her throat.

They kissed, the tips of their tongues touching once in a while, his hands in the meantime timidly moved to her buttocks, slipping under the material of her shorts, tightening on her soft skin. She purred in delight at his caress, feeling his pulsating manhood beneath her, starting to rub against him.

He broke away from her, panting with her, involuntarily responding to her movements with his hips, filled with lust to the limit. He looked at her with slightly parted lips, swollen from kisses, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"I.. − God − you're so fucking cute −" He mumbled.

She smiled sweetly at his words, taking one of his hands in hers, lifting it up, tucking it under her shirt and pressing it against her soft, firm breast. He moaned low at the sensation, a strong shiver ran through him, she felt his cock completely hard. She had never wanted to do this so much with any man before.

"You too, you know that?" She whispered softly, her cheeks red with desire and embarrassment at how direct she was. She couldn't help herself. His shyness intrigued her even more. Involuntarily, her hands went down to the button of his pants, starting to undo it.

"Would you like to do it with me?" She asked quietly, timidly, lowering her lashes submissively, breathing unevenly with him, rubbing against him constantly, feeling that she was all wet. She heard him swallow loudly, terrified, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"− I − yes, of course I do − I just − fuck −" He mumbled, watching as she with a light, confident movement got to his boxers, exposing his throbbing, engorged manhood to her. She pursed her lips, blushing at the sight. They both gasped loudly as he watched her lift herself up a bit and pull her shorts down, leaving her naked from the waist down.

"I also really, really want it." She admitted softly, straddling him again, his hands tightening around her waist as he felt her wet womanhood begin to rub against his cock, lubricating it all over. He swallowed loudly.

"Do you − you know −" He asked in a slightly trembling voice, but she dug into his lips, kissing him greedily, rising slightly. He moaned helplessly as she gently took his cock in her hand and guided his tip towards her throbbing, hot entrance.

"I'm on birth control pills. It's okay." She whispered reassuringly. He exhaled loudly, panting helplessly with her, letting her do what she wanted with him.

She lowered herself a little against him, sliding him slightly inside her, and mewled sweetly, feeling how big he was. Aemond threw his head back, his fingers tightening on her soft hips. He opened his mouth, defeated.

"− Are you sure about that? − I mean − oh, fuck −" He moaned low as she lowered herself all the way, filling her hot insides with his throbbing cock, completely forgetting what he wanted to ask.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, rising and falling on top of him with a loud, wet, perverted slap that sent shivers down his spine. He thought that it was more wonderful than all the porn movies he had seen in his entire life.

"− Jesus Christ − you're so fucking tight − it barely fits −" He mumbled, closing his eyelid, completely drifting off into a world of his own pleasure.

She moaned sweetly at his words, throwing her head back, feeling his hands tighten on her hips, responding slowly to her every move with a thrust that sent her spasm of pleasure. She fall and rose faster and faster at such an angle that each time his cock rubbed her against her place of greatest pleasure. They panted together, staring at each other dumbfounded.

"− you're so wonderfully big − ah, this isn't the last time we do this, right? − Will you fuck me once in a while? −" She asked sweetly, almost innocently, and he moaned helplessly at her words, his whole body quivering, his hips quickened, their bodies slamming against each other loudly.

"− yeah, oh, fuck − I'll fuck your whenever you want, I swear − fuck, baby −" He panted, throwing his head back, an artery in his neck throbbing hard, his heart pounding like crazy. She began to fall on him faster and faster, his thrusts stronger, imposing a more intense pace that hardened her nipples.

"− yes, yes yes − God, Aemond, that's right, fuck me like that −" She sobbed, feeling her fulfillment coming closer, that just a few more thrusts and she would come. She heard his low, guttural groan at her words, his movements increasingly sloppy and chaotic, loud, both panting like animals.

"− such a sweet girl − fuck, I'm about to cum in you − can I? −" He mumbled, sweat dripping from his forehead, neither of them controlling their movements anymore, seeking only their own fulfillment. She tightened her hands on the material of the T-shirt on his shoulders, feeling that she couldn't hold it any longer.

" − yes, God, please, do it − oh fuck, Aemond! −" She moaned loudly and squeezed her eyes shut, throwing her head back, sobbing softly, dazed by the powerful, wonderful orgasm that surged through her body. She heard him groan in surprise, his body starting to tremble.

"− oh, yeah, baby − that's right, squeeze me like that − fuck! −" He panted, pressing his lips together, coming hard inside her, exhaling as if he felt an indescribable, miraculous relief. His hot semen spilled all over her, filling her whole.

She fell on top of him, cuddling up to him, her face pressed against her neck, her body trembling all over. He embraced her immediately, cradling her into him, pressing his nose to her hair, panting with her.

"I adore you." He whispered softly, his voice trembling all over. She smiled at his words, happy and fulfilled.

"I adore you too." She said softly, snuggling into him tighter, her lungs filled with the wonderful scent of his sweat and perfume. She could feel his heart pounding hard, his already soft cock throbbing once in a while inside her.

"Are you comfortable, sitting like this?" He asked, his voice still slightly trembling, lingeringly kissing her temple, pressing his forehead against hers, his hand caressing her back tenderly.

She nodded, and he just grunted softly as he kissed her again, this time on the cheek. They were silent for a moment, enjoying each other's closeness, slowly calming their breathing. She heard him clear his throat softly as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated.

"I − It was my first time, you know?" He whispered, embarrassed and ashamed, obviously trusting that she wouldn't laugh at him or judge him. She felt his body tense as he waited for her reaction.

She rose quickly, looking at him, taking his cheeks in her hands, worried.

"Why didn't you tell me? − I − oh gosh − we could take it slower, let you enjoy it more − I'm sorry −" She said, afraid that she might hurt him, spoil his first, such an important experience by focusing only on herself. He shook his head quickly, swallowing hard.

"No, I… − God, that was wonderful." He mumbled low, pressing his lips together as he looked at her. She pressed her forehead against his, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Next time we'll do it slower, okay? We won't rush it." She whispered and he grunted in satisfaction, slipping his large hand into her hair, pressing her face closer to him until her lips pressed against his, connecting in a sticky, hot kiss. He pulled away from her, his thumb brushing over her swollen, lower lip.

"Okay."

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