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forlix · 4 months

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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hazbinwhoree · 2 months

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HELLOOOOO I’m new to tumblr and I’ve been reading a couple of ur fanfics and I rlly like them. idrk how requests work, but could u please write a Sub!Adam x Dom! Female Reader? Thank u and have a good day! 🫶🫶

Oxytocin

A/N: This was heavily requested lowkey.

(Name) sometimes tried to get the upperhand in bed, and Adam never let her. Little did he know, she wasn’t really trying. All it took was playing on his incredibly high sex drive.

They were having a picnic out in a secluded location, a little waterfall surrounded by trees. They were the only ones around, and (Name) decided to come over and straddle Adam’s lap. Adam took a second to decide which was more important; his ribs, or seeing where this went.

He decided seeing where this went was more important, and discarded his ribs on the picnic blanket. He ran his hands up and down (Name)’s thighs. “Where did this come from, baby?” (Name) didn’t answer, shutting him up with her lips against his.

As they made out, Adam flipped them so that (Name) was on her laying on her back, him on top of her. To his dismay, she pulled back. “Position we were in, or else we stop.” Adam looked taken aback, but he definitely didn’t want to stop, so he crawled off of her and let her push him onto his back.

“This isn’t the position we were in–” “Shut up.”

Adam wasn’t sure how to feel about (Name)’s attitude, but his sex drive outweighed his reservations. He let her crawl on top of him and reconnect their lips. He tried to grope her chest, and she slapped his hands away. “You ask before you touch.”

Adam whined. “What the fuck, why?” “Because I said so. We can stop…” “No, can I touch you?” “What’s the magic word?” (Name) purred. “Please,” Adam growled. “Let me touch you.” “Hm. Fine,” (Name) hummed.

Adam excitedly slid his hands up (Name)’s shirt. He groped and massaged her breasts for a moment before deciding he wanted to see them, and trying to tug (Name)’s shirt over her head.

(Name) caught his wrists and with Adam off guard, managed to pin his arms down. “You undress first.”

She let him go and Adam gaped at her. Still, he wanted to see her naked, so he quickly began stripping. When he was completely bare, (Name) sat back on her heels. “Now you can undress me.”

Excited, Adam did so. He took his time, savoring the reveal of her body. Once he’d removed her shirt, pants, and panties, (Name) pushed him onto his back again. She laid on his chest, reconnecting their lips. Adam grabbed her hips and tried to pull her down so he could grind against her, but (Name) bit his lip before pulling back.

“You’re not in charge,” she told him, taking his wrists and pushing his arms down.

“You know I could easily overpower you, right?” Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. (Name) smirked. “But you won’t. Because I have something you want and you’ll do whatever I want to get it.”

Adam shuddered. She wasn’t wrong.

(Name) reconnected their lips and they made out steadily until (Name) reached out and began to pet Adam’s wings, causing Adam to jolt and moan into her mouth. “Fuck,” he panted. “Yeah?” (Name) smirked. “That feel good? I know how sensitive your wings are~”

Adam’s dick twitched, neglected. (Name) took pity and slid her body down so that his erect dick rested between her folds. She let him make small little thrusts with his hips to get some friction, not ceasing her ministrations on his wings.

Adam whined, slowly becoming a mess underneath her. (Name) slapped his thigh to get his hips to still before slowly beginning to move on her own, teasingly slowly rubbing herself against his dick.

“C-come on,” Adam panted. “What?” (Name) asked coyly. “What do you want? Use your words.”

“I want to fuck you,” Adam tried to growl but his voice cracked.

“Beg for it.”

Adam was silent for a moment. (Name) leaned herself up with her hands planted on Adam’s chest, staring down at him. “Well?”

“Please, please get on my dick and let me fuck you, I need it so bad, baby, stop teasing, please let me inside of you.”

(Name) grinned, wiggling her hips and drawing a groan from Adam. “I can’t say no to such a cute face.” She sat back, grabbing Adam’s cock and lining it up with her opening. Then she sank down slowly.

Adam panted and whimpered, the pace torturously slow. When (Name) had taken all of him, she sat still for a moment. “Buck your hips and I’ll get off,” she warned when she felt him twitch underneath her. Adam whined. But he didn’t move his hips, and was rewarded by (Name) finally moving.

She planted her feet on the picnic blanket on either side of Adam, steadying herself with her hands splayed against his chest. She began to ride him, and Adam threw his head back. “Fuck, fuck,” he hissed. (Name) bit her lip.

Adam held onto her thighs for dear life as she rode him, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting filling the small clearing. (Name) made sure to sink down as far as she could every time, taking all of Adam inside of her. The position allowed him in deep, which was benefitting both of them heavily.

(Name) picked up the pace, her legs beginning to shake.

“Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” Adam babbled beneath her. Seeing him coming so undone went straight to (Name)’s core.

(Name) put her full body weight into riding Adam’s cock. Her legs were getting tired, and she knew she probably wouldn’t have enough energy to chase her own orgasm, but Adam was nearing his and that was all that mattered.

She could feel his dick twitch and observe the way his wings fluttered, warning signs he was nearing his peak.

“You gonna cum in me, my love?” Adam’s grip on her thighs was bruising. He nodded vigorously, his eyes shut tight. A few more bounces on his dick had Adam crying out, cumming deep inside of her.

(Name) didn’t move off of him, pulling him up into a sitting position. They held one another as (Name) sat in his lap, his dick still buried in her. She looked down to see the mess they’d made and grinned. Cum was leaking out of her hole despite still being plugged by Adam.

“That’s a lot a cum,” she smiled, kissing where Adam’s nose would be (he was wearing his mask). “You must be trying to make me a mommy.” Adam blushed, looking utterly fucked out and content.

“We should do that more often,” he said, still coming down from his orgasm. (Name) smiled, kissing his lips sweetly before climbing out of his lap, cum staining the picnic blanket. “Anytime.”

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laphixsoka · 2 years

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“Passenger seat princess.”

CW: Smut, Car sex, public sex, and dom Eren.

Enjoy~ <3

Football had been keeping Eren away a lot. So all you two had on the week days was late night drives. You practically owned the passenger seat he’d placed various items for you, and you loved it words couldn’t explain the satisfaction you had from sitting there.

“Why don’t you just quit!?” You said with a lowkey attitude. Looking at him drive with one hand.

“You know my dad wants me to do this, plus my team needs me for the playoffs.” You watched his expressions change as he focused on the road.

“I miss street racer you.” You complained and laid back in your seat all dramatically.

“I had the cut that shit out the cops where catching up, and my dad found out.” He said making a turn. The streetlights glided along your legs. You still kept your eyes on him.

You felt his free hand gently grab up on your thigh. “I don’t know why you’re so scared of him.” You said solemnly. “He holds all my future y/n, and he won’t hesitate to give all that shit to Zeke.” His tone getting real rude, and after all that he clenched his jaw.

“I’m sorry for asking shit!” You looked away from his and back to the road. “None of that was towards you, I just stressed about it. I might not like football but he’s been off my ass lately, and he’s been complaining about you less.” He let the last part slip.

“He complains about me?” You laugh and roll your eyes. “He used to think you were a bad influence on me.” He said laughing. “When half the issues started because of you.” Your attitude was showing now.

The hand on your thigh rose up higher. Then you turned back and glared at him. “Eren I’m not in the mood.” You said trying to turn all the way over. But he held tight onto your thigh, and a couple veins showed as he held your thigh in place.

“Look at me.” He said his tone commanding. You turned to him still trying to keep your attitude, and not trying to burst into horny bits. “I cleared it up, and what do I do best?” His hands went further in.

“Clear it up.” Your voice went soft as he soon learned, you wore no panties. “I didn’t hear you.” He said picking on you. “Clear it up~!” His fingers had now ventured into your folds, rubbing up on your clit.

“Good girl.” He said rubbing every so gently. There was a reason he suited out your seat with leather, and he was gonna test it out right now on the expressway.

“Go ahead take those shorts off.” He removed his fingers, and you played right into his hand. You where the most complacent when the deal was demoed to you.

He watched how fast you pulled down your shorts. The street lights made your thighs glisten from your wetness. You also laid against the door with your pussy facing him, he smiled amused at the fact you learned from the past.

His hand ventured back to your folds once again. This time not playing around and sticking his two fingers in, and he worked his magic. Which made you moan ever so loudly.

“What happened to that little attitude?” Eren said smugly as his eyes where still on the road.

“Shut the fuck up~.” You retorted back the best you could. “You still got that damn attitude?” He said quicken his fingers.

Your new moans rivaled the other one in loudness. “Fuck Ren~.” He didn’t respond instead the wet sounds coming from you did. He then proceeded to rubbing your clit just to overstimulate you.

The only thing that was leaving your mouth was failed talk backs to Eren. He’d turned off the exit by now and was finding a parking lot.

His fingered were so good to you, and you felt like you reached the height of your mountain, and you let it all go. Squirting all over your seat, cup holders, arm rest, and his nike shorts.

“Haaa Eren fucking stopp~.” You said as you already came and he was still fingering you, as you’ve gotten so sensitive now.

He turned into the parking lot so quick. And backed in to a spot so fast.

“You still got that damn attitude imma have to fuck it out of you.” Next thing you know he stopped pulled his seat back, and had picked you up by the waist. You where on his lap and he was pulling his dick out.

“Babe I don’t have an attitude no more.” You whined you watched as he took some of the slit from you, and rubbed it on his dick. Just that sight alone made you hungry for more. Once you saw him let go you held onto his shoulders and placed yourself on it.

“You’re a lie I heard it in your voice.” The sentence he produced was so breathy it was driving you crazy. You where just about to make up an attitude, so he could fuck you harder.

“Fuckk R-Renn!~” He was fully in and you where so caught up. You didn’t notice he parked you two in the most populated spot, but his tinted windows covered up most of this sinful scene.

He was about to push up but you had already started bouncing on him, and no amount of tint was going to cover up how the car moved a bit. Eren slapped your ass and then took a nice grip. You changed from holding him to putting your hands up on the roof.

Your face was showing how much you enjoyed it, and Eren was loving it. “I don’t think you learned.” He said groaning a bit after he said that.

“I didn’t~!” You moaned out. He reclined his seat all the way back and pumped up. You almost screamed from how deep he’d gotten. It was brushing all up on your sweet spot, and he kept pumping and pumping.

He’d basically fucked evey last thought out that wasn’t about him. He demanded you pay attention to this, and you gave him every last bit of it.

Once he stopped and looked to you, he watched how you where struggling to sit up. He pulled you down and turned over, to where you where the one laying down. You wrapped your shaking arms around his neck, and he started putting the motion back in. This time instead he was taking his time.

And every sound you made he’d just let it linger. Then the pace started to pick up once more. Each pump was driving you both close to the deep end. Your arms where holding on for dear life, then Eren grabbed one of your hands and placed it on your stomach. You could feel the bulge. Each pump, each twitch, and each thrusts. Was felt Eren was driving you both closer and closer.

And when you where huffing, begging, and whining. He was slowing down his pace. Next thing you know you could feel all the cum getting pumped into you, you could hear him basically moan out your name. Not to soon after you started to flutter around him moaning, and crying in pleasure.

Then you heard heavy knocking on the window.

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jin0 · 2 years

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Peter gives off bed breaking sex vibes. Like he’s just going at it on his poor overstimulated girlfriend when the bed snaps and she’s upset but lowkey relieved??? bc now maybe she’ll get a break but he’s just like a broken bed is the least of her problems right now

think about it, you two were having a problem. you didn't really know why tho. he was pissed but refused to tell you why. now you knew it was because of something you had done because as soon as he came home from patrol, he had you pinned to the wall, glaring at you before throwing you on the bed.

you don't understand what's going on but you know he's beyond pissed when he basically rips your clothes off and his spidey suit before warning you.

"if you don't want me to fuck you, tell me now. i'll go to the bathroom and call down in there but be quick before i lose my patience."

you keep quiet and nod slowly, allowing him to touch you. except he doesn't fucking touch you. as soon as you nod, he's parting your thighs open and stuffing himself balls deep inside you channel. you're more than stunned, back arched and oxygen quickly leaving your body.

he's holding your neck with one hand and the headboard with the other and he just started going at it. he's rough and fast, you thighs are already trembling and sensitive from the violence of his skin slapping your. you're moaning loud, practically screaming in both pleasure and surprise. you liked it when he's handled you and nothing turned you on more than having him mad at you but you wish you could have an explanation as to why he was so angry at you.

he's not even letting you moan properly, forcing your mouth open and stuffing his fingers inside to muffle your sounds.

"shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear a single sound coming from you, slut."

in that moment you feel so weak, soaking wet around his cock because he degrades you. he knows you like that shit but it isn't the point. he's fucking you like you ran him over for a while, letting you cum as hard as you want but still preventing you from being loud which makes you even more wet.

each time he came, he'd pull out and cum on your stomach or force your mouth open to swallow his load. he was rough and angry and dominant and you should've probably been asking questions but he was fucking you beyond stupid and you were too fucked out to question him.

his grip on the headboard is still as strong as it was before and he's going even harder on your poor body. you're raw and overstimulated, your pussy too tender to be able to take more of his vicious backshots and his ways of toying with you.

"b-baby... peter ! please ! peter, please i can't ! can't take anymore ! ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ! please peter, can't cum anymore, pussy's too weak ! please !"

he's glaring down on you like you were some pathetic creature and keeps plowing into you, holding the headboard with one hand a'd basically slamming it into the wall. the bed is squeaking and you can hear the sound of wood ripping but he's going so hard on you, all you can do is roll your eyes to the back of you head and bite your lips until you bleed. he starts toying with your clit, twirling his fingers on it, rubbing it and rubbing your folds.

when you cum all around him he's smug but without even smiling. still very moody and very dominant.

"well, look at that. you keep saying that you can't take more but you're creaming all over my cock. pathetic. keep lying and i'll fuck you until your legs go numb."

you were crying in the sheets, begging for a divine intervention to give you a little rest. and the universe, being clement and always on time, decided to break the bed. it snapped under you in a loud sound that surprised you both.

peter watched the surprise on your face fade and turn into a relieved smile. absolutely fucking not.

"you think a broken bed's gonna stop me ?"

and there is the shock again. when he lifts you off the mattress, still balls deep in you, you squeal and hold onto him as tight as you can. he stands against a wall, pressing your back to it and whispering in your hear.

"the last thing you should be worried about is a broken bed. i'm not done with you until i say i am. the universe could send an helicopter flying through the room, i'll be done torturing that pussy when i decide it."

and there he goes again, and for at least two more rounds until you pass out of exhaustion. when you woke up he was nice again and a little worried for you. turns out, what you did was be a little too pretty through the window when he swung by. he saw you undress and dance naked with the blinds open and you teasing him never ended well. positive point was that he had apologized and now you were being cuddled and kissed all over.

"i'm sorry buttercup... i'm sorry, i love you... i love you and your pussy... and i'll fix the bed... and i'll massage your thighs too... i'm sorry... i love you baby... so, so, so much..."

you ended the night with a soft smile on your face, caressing him and trying to calm down his terrible temper. that spider bite did a number on his mood and the way he behaved.

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sugarylawliet · 3 years

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remember when L and light were chained together for a while ? well, bear with me, what if Light’s gf (the reader) wanted to have sex with Light during that period of time which leads to somewhat of a threesome?

i love this idea omfg

> warnings: nsfw/smut, threesome, spit kink (i couldn’t help myself idk how i manage to fit this into every fic i write), i’ve never written a three person nsfw fic before so..,, bare with me. why did this develop lowkey lawlight undertones as i wrote it idk. also i didn’t proof read so if there are mistakes i’ll fix them later LMAO

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“Ryuzaki, tell me again how long this’ll be for?” You fiddle with the long chain of the handcuffs, one end connected to your boyfriend’s wrist and the other to L’s. Tonight was supposed to be a movie night between you and Light, maybe something more, but of course, like always, some aspect of the investigation got in the way; this time being the raven-haired man who sat on the other side of you.

“Well Y/N, like I said, until I can be 100% sure Light is not Kira, the handcuffs will stay on for monitoring purposes. I’m sorry, really, I know you’d like some alone time, but you can just pretend I’m not even here.”

“Pretend you’re not here?”

L nods innocently, apparently oblivious to how fucking weird it would be for him to just sit on the side lines while you have alone time with Light.

“Ryuzaki...no offence, but it’s pretty creepy to just have you sit there and watch while Light and I...Especially since you guys can’t really even move much without the other moving too.”

“Well, we’ll figure that out when the time comes, I suppose,” L sighs, “but I’m afraid I can’t take the handcuffs off. You’ll have to think of a solution- Light is a very smart man, I’m sure he can think of something.”

You sigh deeply, turning your attention towards Light, who’s fingers began dancing up your jaw, pulling you into a short kiss.

“Light, c’mon...”

“Hm?”

“Ryuzaki is right here...”

“Shh, it’s fine. You don’t mind, Ryuzaki, do you?” He looks at the man who sat quietly next to you.

“Me? Oh no, I don’t mind at all. Please, continue.”

Light moved his lips down to your neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh. The chain around his wrist clatters against itself as he moves his hand to tightly grip your jaw, roughly moving your face to bring your ear close to his mouth.

His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, “You know Y/N...don’t think I haven’t noticed you have a little thing for Ryuzaki...”

“H-huh?”

“Don’t think I don’t notice, the way you’re always touching his arm or lingering around him too long, bending over in front of him when you drop something. Is it to get my attention? To make me jealous, hmm?” You could practically hear his smirk through his words.

“N-no Light, I promise.”

“God, you’re such an attention whore. Wouldn’t you say, Ryuzaki?”

“Oh, well...” L purrs, throwing his arm on the back of the couch behind to you move closer, “I’d say I’d be flattered, if that were the case.”

“Well, if she’s so desperate for attention, maybe we’ll give her some attention, hm?” Light traces his pointer finger along your body, moving from your neck down to your collarbones, your stomach, and inching closer to the place you wanted him most. He gently rubs your inner thigh, not daring to touch you as a means of teasing.

“Mmm, I think we found the solution to our little handcuff problem...” L dances his fingers along your collarbone, softly making their way to your cheek and gently pulling you into a kiss. L was attractive, you’ll admit, but something inside your chest still felt a bit weary at L kissing you so tenderly right in front of Light. It’s not that you didn’t want it, no- you wanted this more than anything. Perhaps it was the prospect that Light would be dripping with jealousy, his ego hurt yet again by the detective; that the two of them would treat this as another pride game.

Light’s hands finally make their way under your skirt, pulling your panties aside and dipping a long slender finger inside you. You gasp, arching your back and picking up your hips slightly at the sudden pleasure. L places his free hand on your hips, guiding them back down as he hums in your ear- his lips were so close to your ear you could practically feel his smirk and his silent breathy laughs tickled the side of your head.

L slides his hand up your shirt, cupping your breasts for a moment before moving his fingers to the clip in the back. “May I?” He purrs. You nodd, allowing L to unclip your bra and push your shirt up- you help him pull it over your head so you sit bare chested before the two men.

You inhale sharply as L attaches his lips to your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipple. The touches from both of the men already began overwhelming you, as Light quickly slipped a second finger inside you and L stimulated your breasts. You rake your fingers through L’s thick charcoal hair, bucking your hips in pleasure as Light picked up his pace. “Mm, fuck, Light...”

L brings one of his hands down to rub your clit with his middle finger, his speed not showing any mercy or hesitancy. Your moans grew louder and louder, Light maneuvering his fingers to twist and curl inside of you to hit your sweet spot.

Yes, there was no doubt, the two enemies saw this as yet another competition for pride.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your hips buck higher. The two men notice your approaching climax and quicken the movement of their fingers. You release before getting the chance to even say anything or restrain yourself- you hoped Light wouldn’t be upset.

Light pulls his fingers from you, scissoring them together to watch the stickiness string together and pull apart. “Open up”, he commands, pushing his fingers into L’s mouth. L swirls his tongue around Light’s fingers, the brunette pushing them further down the detective’s throat before promptly pulling them out.

“Y/N, be a good girl and get on all fours.” You obey, placing yourself on your hands and knees on the couch.

“Ryuzaki,” Light states blankly, looking at the dark-haired man in front of him. L stares in Light’s eyes back, nodding. L then moves in front of you as Light moves behind you. Somehow, the two men always knew exactly what the other was thinking verbatim- you guessed it comes in handy in times like these.

You hear the clicking of Light’s belt behind you as he unbuckles it, folding it in half and smacking your backside with it, causing you to yelp. Light chuckles, “Mm, I love those pretty little sounds from you...”

Both L and Light pull their pants down slightly to pull themselves out, releasing the strain against their pants. L runs a few fingers through your hair, gently cohearsing you to look up at him as he gazes in your eyes with a slight smile. “Open that pretty little mouth for me...”

You flatten your tongue against L, slightly sucking on the tip of his cock before he pulls your head up slightly by your hair, spitting on you. “Don’t tease.” He says sternly. You nod meekly, allowing L to bottom out your mouth as he begins to thrust his hips into you.

Behind you, Light teases your entrance, slightly putting the tip of him inside you before bringing it back out in a agonizingly teasing manner. You whine around L loudly, desperate for Light. The vibrations from your sounds cause L to throw his head back with a throaty groan, moaning your name.

After enough teasing, Light finally pushed inside of you. He rocks into you, the sensations from both men overwhelming your senses. Your moans grow louder and the echo of your whines and the other mens’ heavy breaths and pants filling the room.

“Mm, fuck, Light...Ryuzaki...”

L pets your hair, smiling as he watches you, “You know my name, Y/N, say it...”

“L....fuck, L....” You cry, feeling your second orgasam approaching.

L pulls out from your mouth, releasing on your face with a deep sigh as you stick your tongue out. Mouth now free to talk, you moan Light’s name, “Light, I’m gonna...”

“Do it, Y/N. Cum for me and Ryuzaki like the little attention whore you are. God, you’re such a fucking slut. Getting off on two guys, such a bad girl....”

Light’s words only egged your climax on, and soon you came with a loud moan of both mens’ names- Light finishing soon after.

You collapse onto the couch, the three of you breathing heavily. L pulls you into his arms, your back against his chest, and holds you caringly. It’s a type of loving touch you never felt from Light, but it felt nice nonetheless.

“Light, be a darling and bring some towels?”

Light nods, leaving the room to fetch a few towels to clean up. You’re left in L’s arms on the couch, your eyes fluttering closed in comfort as he strokes your hair.

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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What about doing the same thing to the reader like your last blurb but instead of push ups she's doing squats?

Mother Fucking Squats || T.H.

this is a sequel to Mouth Fucking Pushups(one of your guys' favorites it appears lmao)

Warnings: Smut 18+, mentions of fellatio, explicit descriptions of cunnilingus

Word Count: 1,641

You and Tom often worked out together, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and in fact it was an activity that the both of you enjoyed greatly, loving pushing each other and encouraging each other to do one more rep. There were times that the company had its downfalls, it was when his muscles looked too good underneath his shirt, much like that night a couple weeks ago when you had ended up on the floor beneath him with his dick buried deep in your throat as he did push ups, really the devolution into sex was the only downfall(if you could even call it that).

It was a beautiful Sunday and you and Tom were in your home gym, both dressed in your workout clothing which was alway something so alluring, Tom’s shorts accentuating his thighs and his tight spandex shirt showing every ridge of muscle that you wanted nothing more than to drag your teeth over, to lick the sweet sweat from his body as held his body above yours. Your mind flicking back to that night a couple weeks ago, the thought tempting you to drop your kettle bell and slide beneath Tom once again but he looked so determined, watching himself in the mirrored wall to maintain his proper form, or at least that what you thought Tom was doing, that's what it looked like to you.

In reality, Tom was watching your reflection, the way that the fabric of your legging stretched around your body as you hinged downwards into a squat, drawing your kettle bell up to your chest and letting it strike softly at the valley of your sternum, the only thing that Tom would think about was being the weight against your chest, pressing heated kisses between the mounds of your breasts, your skin sweet under his mouth. He could feel himself getting hard, the temptation for your body to be flush with his overwhelming to a point of no longer being able to fight it, dropping the dumbbell softly on the padded floor and pushing himself up into a standing position, walking over to you on his toes, careful to not make a noise louder than the music that was ringing through the room. The rounds of your ass looked so alluring to his chocolate eyes, the temptation to sink his teeth into the tensed muscle something that he had to actively fight, instead he opted to get in a position much like the one that you had been in a couple weeks ago, placing himself between your spread legs, looking up at your crotch.

“Tom, what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, stopping your movements, bending over and resting your weight on the ground, looking him in the eye, noticing the devilish glint that danced in his tree ring colored irises.

“Watching the show” his voice was playful but it was clear he was dead serious and had no intention of moving, he was going to stay there and watch how your body moved over his face, the smell of your cunt reaching his nose, enhanced by your exercise heated state, he was loving it.

“You are such a fucking boy” you giggled, returning to your work out, dipping lower so your ass was closer to Tom’s face, temptation getting the better of him as his poked your cheek.

“Correction, I am a boy who fucks” his voice was sultry, the poke turning into a full as grab before you pushed back up to a standing position, your breath having left your chest when Tom grabbed your ass so harshly.

“Are you gonna let me work out or are you gonna distract me” his hand was still on your ass, dipping down with you, following your motions.

“Haven’t decided yet” you didn’t have to look at him to know that he was smiling at you cheekily, his signature smirk that made you weak in the knees, and if you became weak in the knees now you would collapse on his face, maybe that is what he wanted. You continued going along with your squats, thighs tiring slightly as you exerted yourself. It was only about a minute later that Tom gives in, his hand that had stayed on your ass for the past minute gripping in, tugging down at the fabric until your ass was on full show, your movements having ceased as he worked to make you bare.

“Tom” you whimpered as he blew cool air on your bare cunt, dripping already from having watched him work out.

“Mhm, baby” Tom sighed, his hand running up your thigh, the side of his hand nestled in the pit between your inner thigh and your cunt, thumb dipping between your wet folds and softly tracing them, running across the ridges. “So wet,” he stopped, retracting his hand from your pussy and bringing his thumb to his lips, pressing onto his tongue and smearing your arousal across his tongue. “So sweet”

“Fuck Tommy!” your knees were shaking and he hadn't even really touched you yet, his hand was coming back up your leg but it stopped at your knee, breaking the brace you had been held in and forcing you to fall onto your knees, your cunt now hovering directly above his face.

“Reminds me of a couple weeks ago” he spoke purposefully breathy, the air fanning lightly across your hyper sensitive cunt, drawing a long plantiful whimper from your throat, your hands falling between your spread legs and raking their way through Tom’s sweaty curls, tugging from the root. You pulled so harshly his head came off the floor, forcefully burying him in your cunt, a groan escaping from his chest and vibrating through your core, an inadvertent delivery of stimulation to your clit, your back arching and head throwing back in a moan.

“Fuck fuck fuck” the cries of pleasure left your lips rapidly as his tongue snaked past his pleasure coated lips and beginning to lap at your clit, flexing his tongue as it flicked underneath the hood of your clit, savoring the way your body jolted every time he did. His arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling your as close to his face as possible, your lips spreading on his cheeks as he started to rock his head into you. His tongue left your clit, licking a hot stripe from the bundle of nerves to your entrance were he began to circle the clenched hole with his talented muscle, dipping into you and lapping up into you, his head moving with every thrust of his tongue, nose rocking against your engorged clit. It felt like heaven, there was no other way to put the sensation into words, it felt amazing and like pure euphoria.

Tom groaned something into your cunt but he was so deep in you that you couldn’t make out what he was saying, not that you would have been able to fully comprehend it even if you had, you were too lost in the dizzying amounts of pleasure that was running up your spine and winding tight in your belly.

“Oh Tom, fuck oh fuck, Tommy” You cried, your body falling forward and forcing your hands from his hair, bracing yourself on the floor, finger nails leaving crescent in the padding as your gripped into it. Your hips began to inadvertently grind against his face, riding it like you would his cock. The added pressure of your new position shoved his nose harder against your clit, the notch of his incorrectly set bone burning with friction against you as his tongue curled into your g-spot. Your toes curled with pleasure as your head fell forward, looking down to where Tom was buried and the sight of him, he messy hair and the arousal slickening your thighs and his cheeks sent you, the coil in your stomach snapping as you came on Tom’s tongue, hips stuttering against his face as you ceased ability to move, your whole body tensing as a cry of ecstasy left your lips. Tom carried you through your high, not letting up on his movement until you were shaking above him, your thighs quaking around his head as your moans turned to soft whimpers. He raised his hands, gripping your hips gently and pulling you from his face and helping you lay down next to him, your eyes meeting his for the first time since you had been doing squats, his face glistening with your cum.

“That was a great post workout snack” Tom mumbled as his fingers dragged across your cheeks, gathering the rest of your cum and arousal on his fingers before pushing them between his lips and sucking them clean, not wanting any of your sweetness to go to waist.

“That was a great workout,” you sighed, your thighs shaking as you curled into his side.

“I'm sure it was, you were really working it against my face, my nose hurts” he joked, raising his hand up and playfully rubbing at it as if it was sore.

“Oh shut up” you groaned, swatting his chest as you buried your face in his neck, hiding from his teasing eyes.

“Hey hey, no none of that, I am just teasing” he mumbled, his fingers catching your chin and pulling your face from hiding, his eyes softened from their previous playful mirth. “I love you” the words came out as a whisper and your heart was pounding, it was not a new phrase to be exchanged between the two of you but it still made you glow to hear him say it.

“I love you too, Tommy” you pecked his lips, tasting hints of yourself in his mouth. You pulled back, your tone shifting to one similar to Tom’s previous teasing one “You give good head, how could I not love you”

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Good Kitty

Shouta Aizawa x Chubby! Kitty Hybrid! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18, leave. Thank you.

Warnings: Kitty hybrid reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (?), reader has insecurities, Shouta is soft and lowkey feral?, chubby kink (sorta), reader has a heat for the first time, barely implied virginity loss, a touch of dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author’s Note: This is inspired by @cupcake-rogue ’s fic Not Allowed on the Bed. I got permission to use it as inspo so here we are! Tbh the orignal had me feeling all sorts of feelings because, as a very subby sub that loves to please, I definitely have a praise kink and I WILL CRY if I’m called a bad girl. HOWEVER, Katsuki being the rough-around-the-edges guy he is wanting reader regardless of size made me very happy and warm and fuzzy.

The premise with this is pretty much the same, except I made reader a kitty hybrid...and of course I wrote for Shouta, love of my life he is. I’m such a fucking simp. I’m not the biggest fan of the ending, but this has been sitting in my WIPs for too damn long and it’s decent enough for me to feel ok posting it.

Also, for reference, reader has black fur regardless of hair color. Reader could be blonde, but still have black ears and tail. That’s just the way I’ve chosen to write this for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m weird like that.

I think this is the first time I’ve written for a hybrid, so cut me a little slack.

Anywho, enjoy~

You can’t remember life outside the shelter. You’d grown up here, the caretakers said they’d found you on the street as a nearly newborn kitten and immediately scooped you up and brought you back here. That was a long time ago. Now you sit, waiting, your hopes for getting adopted diminishing with every passing day.

It’s unfortunate, but you still haven’t been adopted. It’s not that you’re bad, you always behave, you make sure you do. But you’ve overheard time and time again the people that gazed down at you and whispered about how you were too chunky, too big and too squishy for a kitty hybrid. And some even called you bad luck. The pitch black fur on your ears and tail warded off many.

Today was just the same as any other day. Wake up, get fed, wait in your room while potential owners pick and choose not you. Adults and children alike would take chunks out of their time to play with you, but they all left the shelter with another smaller cat. It was nearing bed time now, dinner just finished and the caretakers were about to start closing when the little bell on the front door jingled. Someone had just come in. You ignored it all the same.

Two pairs of footsteps began making their way past rooms, whoever it was that had entered smelled good, like coffee and tree bark. A smooth hum accompanied the caretaker’s voice, it made your ears twitch and tail sway gently. Still, you decided to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. The chance of him adopting you was slim, if it existed at all.

As you lay there your ears pick up their footsteps, the lazy set that dragged familiar, the nearly silent set less so. You listened as they came closer, never stopping as the man strode past each room and peered in the windows. You waited for them to pass right by your room, as they had been, but suddenly the footsteps halted. The caretaker spoke first.

“Y/n? You awake?” You let your eyes flutter open and sat up, tucking your legs under you and sitting up straight. They asked the man if he wanted to go in and see you, and he gave a simple nod. When he entered you finally looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, tired and bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, a deep scar curved under his right eye. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, swaying lightly with every measured step he took toward you.

He stopped right in front of you, a large hand stretching out and you give it a small sniff before nudging your head into it, letting him pet your hair and scratch at the base of your ears. It felt nice to be getting attention like this. A small purr sounded in your chest, your tail gently swishing behind you.

“How long have you been here?” His voice is deep and calm, tired even, but it sounds so welcoming. It’s so soothing to your sensitive ears, like a warm blanket. You give a small hum before answering.

“A long time. I don’t remember anything outside this place.” At that he raised an eyebrow, turning to the caretaker with a questioning look.

“Most people look for...specific traits in the cat hybrids. Y/n here is well behaved, a perfect house kitty really,” you purred a bit at the praise, “But she’s a little larger than most. And her black fur wards off the more superstitious.” The man gives a curious hum before looking back down at you.

“Do you want to come home with me, kitty?” The question caught you a little off guard. Nobody really asked the hybrids if they wanted to go with them. You looked over to the caretaker, who nodded their head with a gentle smile, encouraging you to answer. All you could do was give a small nod, and soon you were in the car, on the way to your new home.

He’d told you to call him Shouta. He was nice, always quiet and never got mad. He never smiled, but you supposed that’s just the way he is. He gave you your own room, and always let you rub up on him when you wanted to, taking the opportunity to pet you. Occasionally you got the odd kiss on the forehead when you nuzzled into his neck. Those always made you purr. He never came seeking you out, which was good since there were times you really didn’t want to be touched.

The longer you’re with him the closer you get, and you find yourself doing things you’d never thought to do before. Sometimes you found the floor more comfortable than the couch, and would kneel down and rub up on his leg, your tail wrapping around his ankle. There were times you’d see his fingers idly drumming on his lap, and you’d lay down and nibble on one with your little fang-like canines. He didn’t seem to mind that little oral fixation, and he always let you do whatever you wanted. All in all, life with Shouta is great.

But today you feel weird. You’d been cooped up in your room for the first hour or so of the weekend morning, not quite wanting to go out and make it known something was off. But it’s gotten abnormally hot, your face and chest especially warm, and between your legs as well. Your panties are beginning to feel damp, your thighs starting to feel humid and sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable. And your tummy is starting to boil, neediness beginning to cloud your mind. This never happened at the shelter.

Reluctantly, you step out of bed onto slightly wobbly legs and peek your head out of your door to see him sitting on the couch, a book in hand and a mug of coffee on the table. His hair is loose, his strong lean body relaxed as he read. The sight of him and his scent made the feeling worse, made your panties and thighs wetter, your chest beginning to heave with your panted breaths.

“Sh-shouta…” Your voice came out shakier and quieter than you wanted it to, but he’d heard you regardless. He closed the book and peered over at your shaking form in the doorway.

“What is it kitty?” You nearly mewled at his voice, his heavenly smooth baritone sending a shiver down your spine through to the tip of your tail.

“Something’s wrong...I feel weird…” As you tell him about everything that’s happening to your body, he’s dragging his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Soon he’s on the phone with the doctor, you can��t quite comprehend his words, only catching snippets. ‘Help’ and ‘how long’, followed by agreeing hums. It was all jumbled after that, your mind refusing to focus as you leaned heavily on the doorframe, your quivering legs barely able to hold your body.

Shouta’s large hand came up and cupped your cheek, letting you nuzzle into his palm. When had he hung up the phone? He ordered you to sit on the bed, and you obliged, watching as he swept up his hair into a loose bun and strode over, tilting your chin to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He’s so close, his scent overwhelming and making your brain fuzzy.

“You’re in heat, kitty.” Heat...where had you heard that before? Back at the shelter, maybe? It was all a distant, unfocused memory right now. Shouta leaned down and kissed you sweetly, lips melding with yours as you purred and mewled, your tail thrashing behind you. His hands tugged at your clothes until you were bare before him, every inch of you on display.

“You’re such a pretty kitty, you know that? So beautiful. Lay down for me.” The praise made you purr, made a chill crawl up your spine and your tail flick wildly. You obeyed the command, laying flat in the middle of the bed and he slotted himself between your legs, plunging two fingers into your tight hole. He let out a groan, pumping and scicssoring his fingers to stretch you out. You were already a sloppy mess, loud squelches ringing through the room in between your loud, whiny mewls and panting.

It felt so good, the heat in your belly burning and tightening until Shouta’s fingers curled up into a spot that made stars dance in your vision. The pressure in your belly snapped hard, your legs trembling as he kept fingering you through it. His fingers slowed when you whined about it being too much, too sensitive. But you still felt hot all over, now it was worse, you wanted something so bad but you didn’t know what.

He got up and undressed himself and you licked your lips at his naked body, scarred skin pulled taut over thick muscle. What stood between his legs had heat spreading like fire through your body. You’d never seen a naked man before. He was quick to return to you, slotting his hips between your thighs and guiding the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds.

“Relax kitty. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You gave a small nod and then he was pushing his thick cock inside you, groaning at the way your pussy clamped down on him. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he slowly pushed and pumped his hips, cock dragging along your wet warm walls perfectly. Mewls slipped past your lips, high pitched whines and pants like music in Shouta’s ears.

His hands wandered over your body, squishing and pulling at every piece of you he could get his calloused fingers on. It made you squirm beneath him, your own hands trying to push his away, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head in one strong hand, then went right back to groping your body with his free one.

“I can’t have you stopping me from touching you, kitty.” That’s all he said before focusing back on your body. He tugged at your belly, your sides, every place that was fatty and squishy. He’d never admit out loud how much he loved how soft you are. You’re perfect, plump and meaty, just more for him to touch, to look at, more to squeeze and pinch and pull.

He groaned out as you whined beneath him, tears beginning to clump in your lashes because he just kept squeezing, and he isn’t fucking you hard enough. Your orgasm built slowly with his languid pace, not nearly enough to get you to that peak and you were frustrated because you wanted relief but it wouldn’t come. Shouta picks up on your hips jerking and rolling, trying to get him to fucking move faster. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace and making you whine high and long.

Tears begin to fall from the sheer ecstasy of it, and he’s realizing how much he loves to see you cry from the pleasure he can give you. With a groan, he’s releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your breasts and biting and sucking at your skin as he pounds you into the mattress. He isn’t normally an impulsive man, wouldn’t let himself let go like this. But for you. For you he’d give in to his lust and ravage you like you need him to.

Your orgasm slams over your body like a tsunami, your muscles locking up and a loud yip ringing from your throat, pleasure making your whole body shake. Shouta let out a hiss, your nails digging into the muscles in his back furiously, but he wouldn’t stop for that. He never stuttered in his pace, just kept ramming his hips into yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and lewd squelches coming from where your bodies are connected.

You’re overstimulated, throat feeling raw and tears still falling down your heated cheeks as you thrash from another orgasm, this one just as powerful as the last and making your vision spot black. This time Shouta leans back, wrapping a hand around your throat and licking the salty trails away.

“Such a good little kitty for me, so good.” With a few more thrusts he’s spilling inside you, and you can feel the warmth spread in your belly as you lay there, boneless. He lays down on top of you, both of you sweaty and tired and he starts whispering sweet words into your twitching ears.

“So pretty. You’re so pretty, kitten.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re all mine, kitty. So good, all for me.” Tears begin to spill from your eyes for a different reason. Up until now you’d lived your life believing nobody wanted you because there was something wrong with you. You never felt ugly, never really felt like there was something truly wrong with you, but you always felt...unwanted. Unloved. Unlovable.

But Shouta makes you feel wanted, and loved, and pretty and all the things you always assumed you didn’t deserve. You’re his kitty now, and you’re such a good kitty for him too. He’s showering you with affection that you’d never known before and you’re shaking from all the overwhelming emotions. He can feel your body quivering, leans back to look at you and cups your face in his warm palm.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Why are you crying?” Your nose twitches as you sniffle, which he mildly notes is fucking adorable.

“Do you mean it? Am I a good kitty?” His eyebrows furrow and he rolls the both of you over so you’re on top of him. He’s peering into your big sad eyes as if reading your soul through them, trying to read the emotions you’re feeling, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out what’s racing through your mind. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, his hand coming up to pet your hair and ears.

“Of course, kitten. You’re such a good kitty.” The small reassurance makes you feel warm and happy, your tail flicking softly before curling around both your leg and Shouta’s, the end brushing his skin gently. You can’t help but want to stay with Shouta forever.

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marvelouspeterparker · 4 years

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peter whispering in readers ear and realizing it makes her 💦 bc of his spidey senses and then using that to his advantage for like a whole day till reader is totally wrapped around his finger/willing to do anything to do anything bc she wants peter sooo bad and then some dom!peter action🤩🤩

both reader and peter are 18+ in here !!

this is lowkey filthy btw––and dedicated to @peterspideysstuff because she fueled my peter needs yesterday

it all started before first period when you were getting your things from your locker. peter snuck up behind you and slid his hands around your waist. you could feel his body heat as he pressed up behind you innocently, leaning his head over your shoulder to press a kiss on your cheek and greet you good morning.

“hi princess.” you jumped slightly and straightened up, not because you were scared, but because of how silky his voice sounded in the morning. and fuck––that nickname. it’s like he was doing it on purpose. but no, he was just being your sweet, caring boyfriend.

“h––hi pete.” you sighed, leaning into his embrace and he swayed side to side with you a couple times, his arms enveloping you tightly.

“y’look so pretty today baby.”

then in chemistry second period when peter leaned over to ask you if you were still coming over to his place after school. he set a hand on your thigh to get your attention, and the way his soft fingertips dug into your skin sent tingles all through your body. you were too stunned to even react properly. your legs immediately shut, trapping his hand between them and you heard him laugh quietly before whispering in your ear, his soft breath cascading down the side of your neck. he slid his hand down further and gripped your thigh tighter.

“you still coming over later? may won’t be home.”

you turned to look at him, but instead of being met with a smirk, you saw a soft smile on his face––huh, maybe he really didn’t know what he was doing to you.

“uh yeah, yeah of course,” you managed a smile and peter’s stretched out even more.

“great!” he turned back to his work and after a few moments you felt his breath hit your ear again and you gasped. “you gonna give me my hand back any time soon, darling?”

your brows furrowed in confusion but a quick squeeze of your thigh reminded you that his hand was still trapped between your legs. “o––oh!” you opened your legs and he slid his hand off slowly, keeping contact with your skin until the last point possible. “sorry,” you mumbled, looking back at your work.

peter scanned your body, your composure, you were tense, your thighs shut tightly together––he could also smell you thanks to his heightened senses. there was no doubt about it––you were more than turned on. he kissed your cheek, enjoying the way your eyes widened slightly, “you’re so cute.”

you shrunk down in your seat and hid your face in your palm, resting your elbow on the table to try and calm down and focus on your work and peter couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

luckily for him, but unluckily for you, you both had all your classes together today, which meant peter was using this to his advantage––and yours too eventually.

he spent every moment he could, leaving lingering hands on you when no one was looking, kissing your cheek, whispering in your ear––things he very well could have said out loud at full volume just to rile you up. he could tell you were getting wetter and needier, and more submissive.

when lunch came around, you were stuck to him like glue, trays side by side on the lunch table. your legs were intertwined with his, one leg crossed over his thigh as you ran the toe of your shoe up and down his calf. he had to straighten up and clear his throat a few times to calm himself down.

everyone couldn’t help but notice how affectionate you were being––and they couldn’t not. the most pda you and peter would ever engage in was him kissing your knuckles, or kissing each others cheeks. this was new territory.

no one was going to say anything of course, it was sort of an unspoken agreement. but of course flash had to break said agreement.

“you might as well sit in his lap, you know.” he was joking, of course. but it still took you by surprise.

you looked up at flash with slightly wide eyes then up at peter. you were met with a cheeky smirk and him patting his thigh invitingly.

you shrugged and maneuvered your way into his lap, lounging your legs sideways as you sat on his thigh and hid your face in his neck, leaving small kisses on his skin. peter rubbed your back gently and you practically purred, curling further into him. he made sure to glare at flash, daring him to say something else––he backed off immediately.

peter left a small kiss on your cheek but before he pulled away he whispered “such a cute little thing you are.” you couldn’t help but whimper into his neck and you felt him smile as he went back to his conversation with ned.

by the end of the day you were looking up at peter like a puppy, awaiting instructions, a small pout on your face.

after class peter met you at your locker, “you ready to go babe?”

you turned around immediately and wrapped your hands around his arm, “yup!” you were more than ecstatic to finally go home and peter found it adorable.

he kissed your forehead and walked out with you, “alright sweetheart, let’s go home.”

this all leads us to this very moment now. peter’s hand around your throat as he presses you into the door. that’s right, you hadn’t even made it fully into the apartment before breaking down and begging. “please peter––”

“all this cause i whispered some words into those pretty little ears of yours?” he brought hand up and you expected him to rest in on your cheek as he usually does, and you closed your eyes, ready to lean into his touch. but this time you felt his finger lightly trace around your ear from the top to the lobe and you shivered involuntarily, your eyes blowing open, making him smirk down at you.

you looked up at him, eyes wide and glassy from how needy you were, “please pete. need you.”

he laughed, but this wasn’t his usual sweet laugh––this one was more menacing, almost. “i know sweetheart,” he leaned in to whisper in you ear once again, “could smell you dripping in your panties all day.”

you gasped and dragged your gaze elsewhere but peter wasn’t having that. “no need to be shy, princess. we both know you’re just a needy little slut for me––”

you let out an involuntary moan, too turned on to be embarrassed anymore and he grabbed your waist and lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around him instinctively.

he walked you into the bedroom and kicked the door closed before throwing you on the bed. you bounced up from the force of his throw and looked up at him in shock, your mouth slightly dropped open.

he quickly shrugged off his shirt and threw it aside, and you regained your composure and did the same. when the two of you were completely naked, he crawled over to you on the bed so he was hovering over your. his lips grazed yours for a few seconds, teasing you, making you yearn for more. when your hands came up to hold his face, he grabbed them and pinned them above your head and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped you.

“so needy,” he whispered in your ear, trailing kisses down your neck and up the other side, “so obedient”, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss and pulled away to look you in the eyes, “so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

you looked up at him, doe eyed, nodding along after almost every word that came out of his mouth. he licked his lips as he looked down at you.

he grabbed both of your hands in one of his, still pinning them down and trailed his free one down your body, fingertips grazing your breast and your nipple before sliding down your stomach and stopping right before your center.

“know you’re wet since i could smell you all day, but god baby, now that there’s nothing in the way...” he bit your collarbone before meeting your eyes again, “you smell absolutely delicious.” your back arched into him and he bit his lip at the feeling of your hard nipples and soft breasts pressing against his skin. but he was quick to pin you down again with his free hand.

“gonna let me have my treat now?” now it was his turn to look at you with puppy dog eyes and the reality of it all was so ironic and so filthy. he was such a tease. he smirked, “i think i deserve a taste after being teased with it all day.” he leaned down and traced your jawline with his nose, nestling into your skin ever so softly, “wasn’t very nice of you––” he kissed your neck. “you were practically waving it around in my face. could smell you before i even saw you.”

you whined in response and he chuckled softly. he let go of your hands and made his way between your legs. his fingers were grazing your skin as he slid down the bed and the feeling was only making you more antsy.

“spread em wide for me babygirl, that’s it.” he put your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around your thighs before winking and quite literally diving into his meal. though he was giving you what you wanted, what you needed––it felt like he had no mercy whatsoever. it just felt too good.

you let out a sigh of relief and your hands came down to pull at his curls as tears pooled in your eyes, “f––fuck peter!”

he groaned and only started going faster, shaking his head as he locked you in place, forcing you to endure the pleasure. he really was restraining himself all day, he wanted nothing more than to sit you down on the table and bury his face between your thighs during chemistry, or during lunch, really any time he saw you––which was all day.

you interrupted his filthy train of thought when your thighs tightened around his head. “m’gonna cum baby––” it was more of a warning than a statement. peter hadn’t explicitly given you permission to cum, so his response? sitting up on his knees and practically folding you in half to devour you even more, intertwining his fingers on top of your waist to properly lock you into place.

you screamed, hands gripping for your dear life at his hair, his arms, anywhere you could reach. your whole body felt like it was vibrating––and it took you a second to realize it was because it actually was. your legs were shaking and you could feel peter grinning between your thighs, tongue still working its way between your folds, quickly gliding over your clit.

“shit oh my god––” your whole body was as tense as a bowstring, your eyes shut in ecstasy and peter did not stop until you had cum a second time in a row.

he set your legs down and kissed your thigh before getting into place, “i’d clean you up,” he looked up from your pussy, “but i’m just about to make another mess down there, so there’s really no point.”

before you could even respond, he slid into you, bottoming out immediately. “oh fuck!––”

he smiled and kissed your forehead, “tell me when i can move, princess.”

you wrapped your hands around his neck and gave him a quick peck before looking up at him. “you can fuck me hard, pete. want you to take me however you want.”

he cursed quietly to himself before sitting up on his knees once more, grabbing your waist and thrusting into you hard. “god you feel so good.” soon, his hips were plowing into yours, his fingertips digging into your skin, bound to leave leave bruises. “such a good girl aren’t you, my good girl––”

his skin was slapping against yours, your body was jolting with every hit, “so tight, princess. so wet for me––”

your hands reached down and grabbed his as best you could while he was holding you, “you gonna cum baby?”

he nodded, grunting loudly, “fuck yeah i’m gonna cum inside this wet pussy. you gonna cum with me? can feel you clenching around me, shit––”

you nodded your head, your moans getting higher in pitch and when you clenched around him one last time, he let out a loud groan, his pace faltering and getting more sloppy as he released inside of you.

the both of you let out content sighs, your bodies deflating like balloons as you lied down facing each other, still connected to one another. peter thrusted into you slowly a few more times, enjoying the small whines you let out.

he pulled out of you and wrapped his arms around you, sighing, “i gotta whisper to you more often,” one of his hands slipped down to play with your wetness again as if to emphasize his point, “damn––”

#man this came out of nowhere #hope you enjoy tho <3 #peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker ask #dom!peter #dom!peter parker #dom!peter parker smut #dom!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #dom!peter parker blurb

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒏 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕/𝑬𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑴𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 (𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

After endless scrolling through the list, Hongjoong was becoming impatient and fuzzy.

"Y/N just pick a goddamn movie! It's cutting into my cuddling time!" He let out a huff and plopped his body to the side on the bed, huge pouty lips as one arm reached out for you.

"Ok there! I just picked one ok?!" You slightly panicked and just clicked on whatever the next option was.

But Hongjoong was finally satisfied when you came closer to him and he could finally wrapped his arms around you, encaging you in his embrace, him the big spoon and you the little one.

"Oh it looks like it's a romantic comedy." You mused out loud, not really paying attention to what you picked.

"Perfect. I was in the mood to be a hopeless romantic anyways." When he nuzzled his nose against your neck you let out a squeal and tried to squirm out of his arms but it only served to have him wrap his legs around you.

The movie was indeed very romantic and funny for the most part. But somewhere along the way a rather not so PG scene came up that had both Hongjoong and you freezing, eyes glued to the tv in embarrassment. Just as you shifted to reach for the remote, Hongjoong's hand held your hips and effectively kept you from moving.

"Don't...." He whispered in your ear in that tone of his that had you pooling in between your legs.

You lifted your hips when he began pulling your pajama shorts and panties down, making it easier for him to take them off. You bit your lip when you felt him do the same to his sweatpants behind you.

"I thought you were in the mood to be a hopeless romantic." You teased him by pressing your ass back against him.

Hongjoong chuckled before sliding his length across your folds, lips ghosting over your neck.

"I was...but now I'm in the mood to hopelessly fuck you into the sheets."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

You tried to keep your eyes from tilting to the side, afraid to meet your boyfriend's face as the makeout session currently playing was getting more and more heated. Your gaze shifted nervously at the table in front of you, then to the floor before it crept right back up at the screen.

Now the actors had their clothes off and although you would have looked away, seeing the male actor suddenly go down on his female counterpart had you remembering all the times Seonghwa would go down on you. You couldn't resist rubbing your thighs together as you started to get wet, your focus staying on the screen.

"Are you getting hot baby?"

Of course your reaction did not go unnoticed by Seonghwa, who had shifted in his seat to look at you as you subtly squirmed in your place. Finally looking over at your boyfriend, he was looking at you with those bedroom eyes that never failed to melt you. His eyes dropped down to your lap, tongue poking out to wet his lips. In an instant, he had gotten himself off the couch and was kneeling right in front of you.

"S-Seonghwa.." Your cheeks burned red as his hands began to undress your lower half.

He didn't stop though. He ran his hands across the smooth surface of your skin, drawing circles across your inner thighs before prying them open, your wetness exposed to him. With a subtle smirk, he began placing kisses along the trail towards your most intimate parts.

"You know it's just acting. All that on the screen? Super fake and unrealistic."

You let out a sharp gasp when he suddenly pulled you closer to him, his nose lightly bumping against your clit.

"Let me show you how you really eat out a pussy."

You threw your head back as he latched his mouth onto your heat, moans already spilling out your mouth as he worked his tongue around your clit, occasionally humming against it so you'd be left even more breathless.

"Still an hour left of the movie, let's see how many times I can make you cum."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Watching a movie with R rated content with your boyfriend was no mere coincidence or accident. You purposefully planned it and for a good reason.

Being the doting boyfriend he was, he let you pick out the movie while he prepared the popcorn and other snacks. He came back into the living room, clueless about what he was in for. Didn't even suspect anything as you layed your head on his chest, he simply wrapped an arm around your shoulder and would occasionally place innocent kisses on the top of your head.

When the explicit scenes started coming out, his reaction was almost immediate. He shifted rather uncomfortably and you had the perfect view of watching as a tent started to form in his pants. Smirking, you let one of your hands roam around his thigh, which had him shivering.

"I'll be right back. Gotta use the bathroom." He carefully pushed you off him, once again about to make an escape away from you.

"Jeong Yunho stop right there." You harshly said. Your tone paralyzed him in his seat, he swallowed hard and cursed himself as he felt himself getting harder at hearing your commanding voice.

Yunho widened his eyes as you began undoing his zipper, face turning beet red when you began taking his cock out.

"Y/N you know you really don't have to-"

You shut him up with a wet and sloppy kiss, surprising him when your tongue massaged onto his. You grinned when he moaned in your mouth when you wrapped your hand around his shaft.

"I know I don't have to. But I also know you have needs Yunho and I want to help you out."

Yunho couldn't help but buck his hips up into your hand as you began pumping him slowly, your other hand soon wrapping around his massive length as well since one hand wasn't enough.

"Didn't want you thinking I just wanted sex or wanted to pressure you to do something you didn't want."

His confession only made you love him more. You couldn't help but to start sucking along his neck while your hands continued to pump him.

"Believe me, I've wanted to do this for a while."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

You weren't too particularly affected by the sex scene playing on the tv. It was mostly a soft, vanilla scene that hardly showed anything so you didn't really pay attention to it. And judging by the way Yeosang had that usual blank expression on his face, you guessed that it was the same for him.

The movie was honestly lowkey boring and full of cliche romantic stereotypes that you felt like you were about to doze off. Correction, you were dozing off, your eyelids became heavy and more than once you had to snap your head up to keep it from falling to the sides. You were drifting in and out of sleep you thought it was your imagination when you felt a hand grab a hold of yours. When you started to feel tiny kisses being drawn up your arm, you opened your eyes only to be startled by none other than the gorgeous face of your boyfriend, who was looking at you with tenderness and love.

Placing soft and tiny pecks across your face, his hands gently pushed you down onto the bed, then they locked themselves with your hands, interlacing your fingers with his. His kisses were now becoming more heated but they were still gentle, so you knew he wanted to take his time with you. When he began to rid you out of your clothes, you didn't stop him, only helped him out. Soon both of your clothes layed in a pile on the floor. Yeosang's mouth was still busy kissing across your neck and chest, while his hips grinded against yours.

"Here I thought the movie wasn't affecting you." You giggled against his lips, fingers running through his fluffy black hair.

You could feel him smile against your cheek.

"It did, it very much affected me so."

You let out a squeak when he gripped your hips and positioned himself at your entrance.

"Made you want to fuck me?" You teased him.

Shaking his head, Yeosang never took his eyes off you as he slowly inserted himself inside you, your walls perfectly nestling him. You were both hissing and moaning at the feeling, remembering that it had been way too long since you've been connected as such.

"No.....made me want to make love to you."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

Both of you stared intently at the TV. Honestly you both thought that watching 365 Days was going to end with cringing and disgust but quite the contrary, it was actually very entertaining despite how cheesy it was at times. San was making it painfully obvious how turned on he was too. He'd often take your hand and place it on his crotch. Or he'd suddenly lean in and start attacking your neck.

"Behave." You often warned him, not about to give in to his bratty antics.

San wasn't going to stop anytime soon, you knew it and you secretly wanted him to take it further. During one particular scene, San began palming himself.

"That's so hot, maybe I should do that."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Do what?"

He let out a mischievous smile as he stared you down, practically taunting you.

"Tie you up and make you watch as I make a whore suck my cock to show you how it's done."

No sooner those words were out of his mouth, you gripped his chin, smooshing his cheeks together before slapping him across the face. He was stunned but the slap only fueled his sexual arousal. Grabbing him by the hair, you practically dragged him into the bedroom. San landed with a thud on the bed but had to time to react as you were suddenly strapping his hands to the bedpost.

"You know...I'm actually glad I decided to keep the ropes tied here."

San let out a gasp when you stripped him of his pants, letting his erect cock hit against his stomach before taking it in your hand, giving it a firm and tight squeeze, nails digging into his shaft which had him squirming underneath you. Lowering your head, you licked your lips as his tip stood mere centimeters from your mouth.

"Now my little brat, let me remind you how much of a pathetic, worthless and stupid slut you become with just a simple blowjob."

San whined as you slurped at his head harshly before letting it go with a pop.

"And also remind you that this cock is mine and no one else gets to suck it."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were honestly so startled by Mingi's piercing scream that you nearly dropped the bowl of popcorn in your hand.

"What the fuck Mingi!?" You exclaimed when he suddenly reached over and tried to take the remote while simultaneously trying to cover your eyes, effectively spilling all the popcorn on the floor.

"Inappropriate scene! Must skip!"

With one hand still over your eyes, he skimmed through the scenes until it was over and it cut to a completely different one.

"Ok , there." He sat back in his seat as if nothing happened.

You rolled your eyes at your overly dramatic bestie, sometimes you swore he was such a baby even when you knew he watched worse porn than what just played. Soon you were laughing when he started freaking out yet again when another sex scene came up, this one even more kinky than the last one.

"Why is there so much nudity and sex in this movie? I thought it was supposed to be cute?!" He started changing the scene yet again.

"Who said it isn't cute?" You snorted.

"How is 2 naked people doing the nasty anything close to being cute?"

Tired of his nitpicking and wanting to shut him up, you got off your seat and suddenly straddled him with no warning.

"What are you-"

Mingi didn't finish his sentence as he stared wide eyed at your bare chest after you pulled your hoodie over your head and let it drop to the floor. You giggled as his mouth dropped open at your breasts being so close to his face.

"See? Cute. Your facial expression is cute right now." You gently massaged his hair.

"Your boobs are really cute." He blushed when he inadvertently blurted that out.

Mingi inhaled sharply when you suddenly pressed your face close to his, your hands taking hold of his and placing them on your soft tits.

"If you want to play with them, be my guest."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Are you horny yet?"

You looked over to see your annoying friend looking at you with a shit eating grin on his face.

"You wish." You scoffed at him.

Maybe you were both being stupid rather than being prideful, but neither of you wanted to budge and lose the bet you had made hours ago. You bet that the other couldn't sit through an entire 19+ movie without getting horny and running to the bathroom to go relieve your built up sexual tension. Neither of you could look away nor touch yourselves or rub against anything in any way. You both thought it was going to be a piece of cake.

But barely 20 minutes in and one of you was growing a major boner while you were sitting with drenched panties by now. Your teeth were practically gritting against each other as you tried so hard not to rub your thighs together, while Wooyoung's hands were tightly clutching the pillow he was holding. You both made the mistake to look over at each other to see how you were doing, both of your faces reflecting how turned on and needy you were.

With no words, both of you suddenly lunged at each other, not knowing what came over you both. You just knew that if you two didn't do something about it, you were surely going to go insane.

"I knew you wouldn't last." Wooyoung teased you as he slapped his cock again your clit.

"Shut up and fuck me already before I go fuck myself on my dildo and leave you with blue balls." You warned him.

Wooyoung immediately pushed into you, not letting you adjust as he instantly began to ram his cock deep inside you. Not that you cared, you were so wet and desperate to get some relieve and his cock felt amazing inside you.

"Fuck! If I had known your pussy felt this good I would have fucked you a long time ago." Wooyoung grunted as he wrapped your legs around his waist to thrust deeper in you.

Through pants and mewls, you managed to smirk at him.

"I knew you always had the hots for me."

You let out a choked gasp when Wooyoung suddenly went harder and faster in you, making you feel dizzy as you felt your built up coil about to snap.

"Don't pretend like fucking your best friend wasn't on your bucket list either."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"Do you think spanking is actually very.....arousing?"

Judging by the way your friend was raising an eyebrow at you, you guessed it was not exactly a good question to ask. But you were curious, especially after the kinky 50 Shades of Grey scene you just saw.

"I mean...... I don't know. I've never really tried it." He answered.

"Neither have I."

Noticing your curious look, Jongho paused the movie before turning to you.

"Wanna try it out?"

When he noticed your hesitation, he shot you a kind smile.

"Look it's ok. It'll just stay between us and if it doesn't work out, no one will know."

Trusting your friend fully, you allowed him to bend you over his lap and didn't shudder away when he pulled your shorts down, your panties accidentally coming down with them.

"Holy shit..." Jongho muttered as he stared at your glistening and pink pussy, his cock throbbing inside his pants at the sight.

Raising his hand up, Jongho let it fall on your ass. He tried to be gentle, but since he couldn't really measure his strength, it ended up being rather hard, and you gasped sharply at the sting.

"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed.

"No! Do it again."

Although he was surprised by your reaction, he happily obliged, giving your ass a couple more spankings. He hated to admit it, but seeing your cheeks turn a crimson color, hearing your whimpers and watching your folds produce more juices was starting to affect him.

"Oh my god! Can you please fuck me?!" You suddenly begged him.

"Fuck! I'd love to Y/N, but I don't have any condoms." He said in a regretful tone.

"Then fuck my ass. I know you want to. I saw the way you bit your lip at the anal scene."

Jongho nearly came at your suggestion. He fumbled to rid himself of his jeans, but he got them off and his thick cock was now pushing itself into your tight hole. As he eased himself in, you let out a yelp when his hand came down to suddenly slap your pussy.

"We tried ass spanking, now let's see how much pussy slapping affects you."

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rudystopit · 3 years

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A Private Lesson

[iida x f!reader]

summary: you want to see what makes iida tick. you buy some cute lingerie and call him over. only god knows what that actually does to him, and now you do too.

warnings: nsfw, dom!iida, face fucking, oral, riding, hitting it from the back, and overstimulation.

wc: 2.5k

you and iida have been friends for years and you know all his dirty little secrets. you some times would try to get him drunk to spill all his dirty fantasies, but he saw through you. you decided the only way to get him to tell you anything was to just do everything.

you started off with something safe. elegant. sure to make him at less look at you. lingerie. a simple dark blue bralette with gold details. and of course a matching pair of panties.

you texted him to come over to study. he said he’d be a few minutes and you sat there on your bed wearing the lingerie. you scrolled through your phone. you stopped at a selfie with you and iida. you smiled, it was a small trip he invited you to go along with. you had kissed him on the cheek which he instantly turned red too. you snapped the photo to memorialize the moment.

you turn a knock at the door which shot you out of bed. you rushed over to your closet and yelled out. “come in! it’s open!”

iida opens the door to see you bent over pulling up your skirt. you turn to see him leaving the room. “wait iida! i thought we were gonna study?” you rushed to the door.

“get dressed y/n!” he yells and slams the door. his face beat red as he slump against the wall outside your door.

you huffed and put on a shirt. you walked to the door and let him in. he refused to look you in the eyes. he sits on the coffee table and opens his textbook.

when you two study is more iida studying while you goof off on your phone or pick on him for something.

“hey four eyes,” you say. he glares at you.

“what?” he spits out. you jerk back at the tone. you clutch your chest and look at him hurt.

“what is your problem!” you say.

“i walk into your room while you were naked. does that not alarm you.” he leans onto his elbows.

“honestly, no,” he narrows his eyes at you. “we’ve known each other for years, you’ve seen me in a bikini, you’ve slept in the same bed as me, we spend pretty much every waking moment with each other,” you pause. his eyes were deep in thought. you slide your feet to touch his knee. “and maybe i don’t mind if you see me naked,” you whispered. his head snapped up. “you’re always so kind to me and i would trust you with me life, tenya,” you reach across the table.

he gets up and leaves. you sit there puzzled. did he really just leave after you lowkey confessed to him. you stared at the spot he was sitting in. there’s no way he just got up and left.

you get up and run to his dorm. you knock quickly and waited for the door to open. the knob turns and opens enough for him to look through. he makes eye contact and slams the door. “tenya, come on!”

“go away y/n” he yells from the other side. you stomp back to your dorm.

you hadn’t spoke to iida in a few days and you felt guilty. you loved him. sure he’s your best friend but you really meant what you said. you did want him to see you naked, you wanted him to touch you, and kiss you. you wanted to be his.

you figured you messed up and he’s never gonna talk to you. so you put on the lingerie and snap a few photos to sent to some guys. you clicked a few names and sent them off.

your phone ding a few times but you ignored it. then it vibrated like someone was calling you. you pick up and it’s iida screaming on the other end. you pull the phone away from your ear and look to see who you sent them too.

you put the phone back your ear and let iida finish screaming. you apologize and hang up. you got into bed and laid there, looking at the wall. you heard a knock at the door. you get up and open to see a pissed off iida.

he pushes his way into the room and kisses you. you stumble back confused. his hand holds onto your lower back. he pushes your closer to him.

you put your hand on his chest to pull away but his other hand snake up to grab your throat. your eyes widen. he pulls away and looks down at you.

“you need to be taught a lesson about showing off your body,” his grip tightens. “especially, since it’s going to be mine,” your hands claw at his. he just chuckles as pushes you to the bed.

he slides his pants down just enough to fit him to pull out his hardened member. he grabs a fist full of hair and pushes onto your knees. you bring him to your mouth and swirl you tongue around the salty tip. you look up at him. his cheek were bright red. you slide more into your mouth and your bring your hand up, to wrap around what was left. you closed your eyes and bobbed your head. he’s grip on your hair loosens and his head rolls back.

you give him a little moan. the vibrations shock through his body. his grip on your hair instantly tightens up. he pulls your head back to look at him. “you not supposed to enjoy this, well your are a little slut so,” he shoves his whole length into your mouth. tears pricked your eyes as his tip hits the back of your throat. you try to focus on your breathing as he begins ramming in and out of your mouth. your tears streamed down your face. his large thumb brushes them aside as he rut harder into your throat. you hands grip onto his hips hoping the pain from your nails going into his soft skin would make him stop. with no results.

you squeeze your eyes shut as he continues slamming into your mouth. he pulls fully out and leans your head back. “open!” he yells. you do as your told as a string of spit connects from his mouth to yours. “swallow” you follow his command and open to show him you did so.

with out a second to breath, he’s back to slamming into your throat. he starts grunting and mumble things under his breath. he starts slowly down his thrusts. with a loud grunt, warm cum shoots into your mouth. you hold your breath as it slowly goes down your throat. you couldn’t hold it any longer and pulls away to cough.

he grabs your hair. “don’t waste any, little whore,” he grumbles. he pulls you onto the bed. he pushes your panties to the side as he explores you damp pussy. “all wet from me fucking your face,” he sneers. two fingers force themselves into you. you let out a gasp.

with his free hand, he smacks your ass. you moan out into the pillows. another one lands on your soft skin. then another and another. he kept smacking until there was a red hand mark roughly his size. he would massage the stinking skin as you cry out. “shut up, i know your enjoying this,” he would sneer.

he thrust his fingers in and out of your aching hole. he listened to the squishing sounds of his fingers. he watched as you hungrily ate up his fingers. he would scissor his fingers to watch you clench around him. he lick his lips and removes his fingers. he slides the wet fingers into his mouth and tastes you.

he drags his tip through your wet pussy. without warning he shoves himself fully into you. you whine out as another smack to your ass. you grip onto the pillow as he begins moving your hips. he bites down on his lip and increased his speed. you mouth falls open with silence screams. he just rams in you with no mercy. you’ve never seen this version of tenya but man you were thoroughly enjoying this.

he managed to hit all the spot that make you melt. he knew how to make the pain feel like pleasure. he forced a moan out of you with every thrust. this iida knew how to make a girl scream out his name.

he’s grip on your hips tightened. his thrust became stronger but less frequent. you heard him grunt and with one last thrust he fills you.

you moan into the pillow. he pulls out and falls next you. he creases you face. “i’ve been wanting to do that since that day i walking in on you,” you kiss his hand and fall asleep.

the next morning you woke up to iida sleeping next you. you kiss his cheek and watch him sleep. you get up to go shower.

you start the water and let in warm up. when your mirror steam up, you step into the warmth. you pick up the shampoo and lather it into your scalp. you here the door slide open then strong arms wrap around you. you smile as he kisses your shoulders and upper back.

you turn in his arms and wrap your arms around his shoulders. he smiles down at you. “round 2?” you whisper. his face heats up as the nights activities reappear in his mind.

“i’m so sorry y/n! i hope i didn’t hurt you!” he starts yelling and panicking searching for bruises or marks.

you laugh and kiss him. “i’m fine tenya,” you press your forehead to his. “you never answered my question,”

“if you want to,” he says shyly. you kiss him one more time before turn off the water. you grab a towel for you and iida. you quickly dry off and head to bed. iida not too far behind.

you sit on the bed as he sinks onto the floor and spreads your legs apart. he kisses your thigh. he looks up at you. you smile and brush your fingers through his hair. he kisses your sore clit. you whence and he quickly pulls back.

“sorry y/n,” he apologizes.

“it’s fine, tenya, please i need you,” you hold his chin. he smiles and dips his head back in between your legs. he licks your clit and you throw your head back with a breathy moan. he sucks and slightly tugs as you pull his hair.

his hands grip onto your hips. he licks a long stripe through your sore folds. you squeeze your eyes shut. his tongue makes it way to your throbbing hole. he teases your needing pussy. you shove his head into you. his tongue slips in and he begins to tongue fuck you. one of his hands moves to your lower stomach and his thumb rub small circles into your abused clit.

you moan out his name, causing him to freeze up. you massaged his head and he snaps out of his daze. he laps up your slick as he moves one of his hands to put in his fingers. he removes his tongue and pushes in his fingers. you squeeze your thighs against his shoulders. he smiles and quicken the pace of his thumb. he curls his fingers to hit the sweet spot. the pressure buildings up in you.

you moan out his name and he looks at your face twisted in pleasure. he watches your soft lips moan out his name and he admires your beautiful face with your eyes thighs closed.

you feel the pressure snap and grip the bed and his hair as you arc your back. you let out a loud moan as iida slowly thrusts in and out of you, to ride out your high. he watches your face relax and your eyes flutter open to met his own. he removes his fingers and crawls on top of you. he leans down and kisses you.

you melt into his tender lips. one of his hands plays with your hair and he ticks it behind your ear. he pulls away and grabs you. he rolls over as you straddle him. you lean down onto his firm chest and kiss him. you pull out his hardened dick. you pump it a few times as you kiss him. he moans into your lips. you smile and bite his lip. you pull away and release his lip. he looks up at you. he shifts to lean up and kiss you again. you met him halfway and move his tip to your entrance.

he moans into your lips again when you sink down on to him. you moan with him. you sit up and put your hands on his chest. his hands rub small circles into your hips as he looks up at your beautiful figure.

“you’re absolutely stunning, y/n,” he whispers. you punch his shoulder. “ow, what!” he yells.

“you’re only saying that because i’m currently about to rock your world for the...” you put your finger to your chin. “second time,”

“you’ve always rocked my world, even before yesterday,” he says.

you make a disgusted face. “you’re too lovely,” you smile and lean down to kiss him. causing him to slide out of you. you moan into the kiss. you lean back up. his sinking back into you.

you roll your hips and inhale sharply. he just watches how your body moves. you quicken your pace and start moaning his name. his face goes bright red and he starts moving your hips.

you shift to your knees as tenya thrusts up into you. you lean forward on his chest. he watches your breast jiggle with each other his thrust. he pounds you from below and he’s dick hits every spot. his face twists in pleasure as he ruts up into you. you cute little moans fuel his lust. he continues to sloppy thrust into you. one of your hands move you rub your sore clit.

you clench around him at the sudden pleasure. he groans as you tighten around him. “god y/n you feel so good,” you feel him tense up. you quicken your rubbing. you feel the pleasure build up pressure in your stomach. he controls pound into you. your fingers quicken up to push you over the edge. you moan out his name as your legs shake.

he quickly flips you onto your back and pushes your legs against your chest. he pounds you into the bed as your clench and throb around him.

it didn’t take long before he comes in you. he moans into your ear and falls onto. you pet his hair and catch your breath. his arms wrap themselves around you. he keeps you close. you kiss his head. he looks up at you.

“stay with me, forever,” he asks.

“i will, i promise,” you smile and kiss his forehead.

he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep. you watch him peacefully petting his hair. you spend the whole day like that.

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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positions with chris evans (smut implicit if you feel comfortable) he is her new bf and her ex was a horrible guy. Now she is happy with Chris and is all, fluff

I haven’t written for Chris in a while now and I miss my bubba🥺 Thank you for the request lovely, hope you like it!

💌.

positions

a/n: (f/n) ~ friend’s name

warnings: I’m a bitch for back stories so the beginning is like long....enjoy:) also smut**

Heaven sent you to me

I'm just hopin’ I don't repeat history

You were never good at relationships. You weren’t a horrible person to date; relationships just never worked for you. One ex cheated, another drifted apart, and the last one canceled your engagement. You’ve had it rough. Though, you were confident in yourself and believed that you were an independent woman; you ARE an independent but you just needed some love. You could manage to be on your own. However, you didn’t know how long you’d last until the loneliness got to you.

You were spiraling down a hole of self pity and insecurity after your ex-fiancé called off your engagement. You’ve isolated yourself from your friends and spent more time at the bar. Not to look for some rebound but to wallow in your self pity even more. As if the world knew you needed a pick me up, you bumped into Chris.

You were in one of those lowkey bars in LA drinking a Seagrams. Why a Seagrams? You came alone to the bar which meant you had to drive yourself home. So no getting shitfaced drunk for you.

You were sitting at the bar sipping on your drink as you ate some fries. There was some random football game on the tv but you didn’t pay any mind to it. You were scrolling through your phone when a tall man sat into the seat next to you. You glanced at him, meeting his blue eyes for a second, before you looked back to your phone. Chase, the bartender, asked the stranger with the blue eyes what he wanted.

“Just a beer.” His voice was thick with hints of a Boston accent in it. His large frame settled into a small dainty chair that looked as if it were going to collapse underneath him.

“It’s pretty quiet here for a Friday night.” The man said from beside you. It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. You shut your phone off and turned your attention to him.

“Um yeah, it’s always like that around here.” You answer with a tight smile. His face makes an “oh” kind of expression.

“Ah, it’s my first time around here.” He nods to Chase as he finally gets his beer. You nod at his answer and go back to your phone.

“So do you come here often?” You hear him ask. You sigh as you turn to face him again.

“Yeah, I’ve been going here for a few months now.”

“Alone?” He questioned you as his took a swig of his beer. You didn’t know what his deal was but you just weren’t in the mood for it.

“Yeah, alone.” You stifle a fake laugh as you turn back to your phone. He goes silent for a few minutes, making you think he was done. Until he asked you another question then another. This continued for half an hour. He asked you some random question and you replied with a short half assed answer. He just couldn’t catch a hint.

“Look, if you’re trying to get into my pants, I’m not interested.” You interrupt him as he was asking another question. A smug look made its way onto his face as he held his hands up in surrender.

“Well I wasn’t trying to get into your pants.” He started, “Something seemed to be bothering you so I thought I’d start a conversation with you and you could vent to me.” He defended himself as he shrugged his shoulders. You felt your face flush in embarrassment as guilt took over your body. You cringed at yourself and groaned into your hands.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry. You were just being nice and I had to let my ego get in the way.” You apologized as you took your head out your hands. The man chuckled as he waved off your apology.

“Nah, you’re all good. I should’ve been straight to the point.” He rolled his eyes at himself as he leaned forward.

“So, is there anything bothering you? You were literally spaced out while you went though your phone.” He crossed his arms together as he rested his head on his bicep.

“Stalker much?”

“Nah, just observant.”

“I don’t wanna waste your time.” You tell him. He shrugs once again as he leans closer to you.

“I’ve got all night. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday

Then make a lotta love on a Monday (Ah, ah)

Never need no (No), no one else, babe

The bar became a frequent meet up place for you and Chris. The first night you told him about your troubles and he listened without any interruptions, only asking a few questions here and there. The second night you learned about him and his job. Turns out he was Captain America, you still don’t know how you didn’t recognize him. Third night you guys shared an order of fries as he tried to explain a football game to you. The fourth night you listened to him talk about his anxiety and how much he missed his family. The fifth night you two finally took it to his place and spent the early hours of the morning between his sheets.

Now six months later you were still spending the mornings in his sheets but now you were his girlfriend.

The sun was warm against your back as you woke up. You could feel Chris run circles soothingly onto your back making you sigh in content. You felt him press a kiss onto your temple as he pulled you closer to him.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” His voice was gravelly still laced with sleep. You finally open your eyes and see his bright blue eyes staring down at your (e/c) eyes.

“Hey bubs.” You sleepily smile at him as you rub the sleep out your eyes and stretch. Dodger was resting at the foot of the bed, his nose bumping into your or Chris’ foot occasionally.

“You got any plans today?” He asked as he laid on his back taking you with him. You traced the Dodger tattoo on his chest as you thought for a second.

“Mmmm, not much. It’s a lazy Sunday for me.” You shrugged as you glanced up at him, “What are your plans for today?”

“Well my family’s coming over, so we might head to some restaurant and hang there.” He mentioned as he carded his fingers through your hair.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head, “Why don’t they just come over for dinner?” Chris’ head snaps down at you.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll cook and they could come over for dinner. Plus aren’t they just coming from the airport? I’m sure they’d want to be comfortable instead of going to a restaurant.” You explained as you flipped over to rest on your elbows. Chris looked at you adoringly as you waited for him to reply.

“You’d do that for me?” He asked sounding a bit shocked.

“Yeah, of course I would, Chris. They’re you’re family and you’ve mentioned that you’ve been missing them for a while. So whatever makes you happy.”

Chris says nothing before he leans forward to catch your lips into a passionate kiss. You giggle against him as he turns you over so you’re resting on your back.

’Cause I'll be

Switchin' them positions for you

Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom

I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumpin' through hoops

Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do

That I won't do, switchin’ for you

“Chris. If— If I’m going to be cooking—“ you begin to say but Chris just keeps interrupting you with his lips. You laugh as you push his face away from yours. He opens his eyes and looks down at you upset.

“Baby, if I’m going to cook for your family, I need to start now. I don’t even know what I’m gonna make yet.” Chris hangs his head down as he huffs.

“We can figure that out later, right now I just wanna show you how much I love you right now.” He moved your hands off his shoulders and used one of his hands to hold both your wrists above you.

His pupils were dilated as he gazed lovingly at you. He turns away for a second to tell Dodger to leave the room. When you hear the pitter patters of Dodger’s nails down the hall, Chris slots himself in between your legs. He presses his hard on against your clothed mound making your breath hitch. His lips meet yours again, but this time they moved slower as if they were savoring the feeling of you against them.

You wrap your legs around his torso and push his hips down to meet yours as you grind against him. The feeling makes you moan as his bulge rubs against you. You could feel yourself starting to get wetter and wetter as Chris’ tongue slips into your mouth.

You whine as you try to get your wrists out of his grip. You bite down on his lip as you pull away to stare up at him with your hazy eyes. The action causes Chris to groan and rut his hips against you even more. You let go of his lip and kiss down his jaw to his neck.

“Take those off.” You whine as your feet kick at his boxers.

“Impatient, huh?” Chris chuckles before he listens to you. You feel his length brush up against your thigh making you want him even more.

“I want you in me, Chris.” You moan against his ear. Chris uses his free hand to remove your panties and toss them to the side. His cold fingers run past your folds as he spreads your wetness. The coldness compared to your warmth made you flinch.

“Look at that, baby. Got you all wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He tsked huskily as he brings his fingers with your juices to rest on your lips. You wrap your lips around his fingers and swirl your tongue around them as you taste yourself on him.

“I love you so much. Do you know that?” He asks you through gritted teeth. He takes his length and starts to stroke it. You bite your lip as you see his red tip glaring up at you. You could see the pre cum drip from his slit and onto your stomach. You take some of his pre cum and bring it down to your pussy to mix with your arousal.

“Fuck.” Chris groans as he sees your fingers scissor your folds making you writhe underneath him. Your head felt like it was in a haze as you stroked yourself while Chris sucked and toyed with you nipples. Chris began to move south but you stop him.

“Baby, as much as I would like to have you eat me out, I really need to get a head start on cooking.” You painfully tell him. You really wanted him down there but it was nearing the afternoon and you wanted to make sure the food was perfect for his family. Chris sighs knowing you’re right.

“Alright, alright. But my head’s going to be down there all day tomorrow. Wanna see you cum all over my face and drip down the sheets. You’re not gonna be able to walk for weeks.” He declares before lining himself up with your entrance. You lazily smile at him as you peck his lips.

Perfect, perfect

You're too good to be true (You're too good to be true)

But I get tired of runnin', fuck it

Now, I’m runnin' with you (With you)

“I love you, Chris.”

“I love you too, (y/n).” He says before plunging himself into you. His length stretches you out, the burn of pain and pleasure made your back arch.

You’ve had sex with Chris many times, but the feeling of him entering you and stretching you out would never get old. You loved how your walls just molded around him and how he perfectly filled you up to the brim.

He begins to move out before plunging back into you. When Chris noticed that you’ve gotten comfortable with his length his thrusts began to speed up. You moved your knees to rest against your chest so you can feel him deep inside you. His rough thrusts made your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moaned Chris’ name out loud.

“Hey, hey, no. Look at me.” He tilts your face at him so your eyes are connected. He rests his forehead against yours as his hands rest on your legs for leverage.

When he feels your walls tighten around him he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs tight circles and figure eights on it. You let out a high pitch moan as the tightness in your belly gets tighter.

“C—Chris I’m gonna cum.” You say through labored breathing.

“Yeah, I know. Come on, cum, I’m right behind you.” He tells you as he thrusts into you a few more times. Your orgasm takes over your body as you arch against Chris. He emptied himself into you, riding out his high.

The two of you laid beside each other on the bed as you caught your breath. You turned your head to look at Chris, to find him already looking at you.

“So, uh steak sounds really good for tonight.” He says making the two of you burst out in laughter.

This some shit that I usually don't do (Yeah)

But for you, I kinda, kinda want to (Mmm)

'Cause you're down for me and I'm down too (And I'm down too)

Yeah, I'm down too

The dinner went by like a breeze. You took Chris’ advice and cooked some steak and pasta. You made sure to throw in some fries and chicken nuggets for the kids.

You were now in the living room, sitting with his mom and sisters as they told you old stories about Chris’ childhood.

“I swear that boy kept me on my toes. He was a good kid but always up to something. Poor Scott had to always cover for him.” Lisa mused as she shook her head.

“Yeah poor Scott!” You all heard Scott yell from the kitchen. You all laughed as the two brothers entered the room, a bottle of wine in Chris’ hand as Scott held multiple glasses.

“They haven’t been embarrassing me too much, right?” Chris asked you as he helped you off the couch to sit in your spot. He guided you to sit on his lap as he wrapped his arm around your torso.

“No, besides the fact that you’re a troublemaker and slept with diapers till you were like five.” You teased him.

“Oh come ‘ahn, ma!” He groaned throwing his head back. Lisa put her hands up as she pointed at his sister, “It was Carly!”

They began to talk about how the kids were growing up and caught up with each other’s daily lives. You sat against Chris’ chest as you listened to them.

“You alright?” Chris whispered into your ear as he noticed you get quiet.

“Yeah, are you alright?” You asked turning to face him.

“I’m perfect. Thank you, by the way. I really appreciate it.” He tells you quietly so only you can hear. A small smile is on his face as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Anytime, hun.” You kiss his forehead and tune back into Carly talking about one of her student interactions at work. You felt Chris relax against you as he leaned back onto the couch.

This was why you did the things you did for him. To see him visibly relax around his family and let him feel like he was home. You loved the way his eyes lit up when his niece or nephews would tell him about something new they learned. Or how happy he gets when Scott tells him about some new adventure he and his boyfriend went on. You adored his happiness and you’d do anything in the world to see him like this everyday.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #chris evans #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #cevans #chris evans imagines #christopher robert evans #steve rogers x reader #chris evans one shot #chris evans headcanon #chris evans drabble #Chris evans smut #ally’s 700 celebration #ally’s requests

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heyhihellowhatsup0 · 3 years

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I’m reposting this blurb because it flopped and I’m lowkey proud of it soooooo

Smut Under The Cut…Requests Are Open!

Walking down the now deserted street this late at night, you opened your phone and looked at the pin Peter had sent you curiously. Reaching the end of the block, you found yourself looking around to realize he had brought you to a dark alleyway. Of course he did, you thought to yourself as you let out a sigh. Peter and alleys went together like peanut butter and jelly.

Tucking your phone into your bag, you headed down the alley as you looked around. Not finding any sign of Peter in the alley but you saw his regular clothes over in the corner, “Peter?” you called out to him worriedly. You knew he was on patrol tonight and he never asked you to meet him like this. Your mind couldn’t help but go to a place that made you start to worry, “Peter, this isn’t funny,” you tried again.

It was only a few moments later, you heard a thwip! coming from above you, making you jump back with a yelp. Rolling your eyes as you finally saw Peter dangling from his webs upside down. Fully masked in his suit as he swayed back and forth, “Miss, don’t you know you shouldn’t be walking around the streets by yourself so late at night?” his voice teasingly spoke to you through his mask as he finally yanked it off. Flashing a smug grin at you as he checked you out, “Nice dress,” he told you cheekily.

“Peter, what the hell??” you stifled your laugh as you shoved his chest playfully. Swinging back and forth, he barely budged from his web as he remained upside down with his eyes on you, “Why did you bring me here?” you asked him. Beginning to check for bruises or cuts on his face to make sure he was okay.

“Wanted to see you,” Peter admitted, watching his cheeks flush even with the blood rushing to his head as he ran his gloved hand over your cheek, “It’s been a slow night so I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out. Maybe go web slinging with me?” he offered, hoping you would say yes to him.

You pulled Peter down a bit so he was more at level with you, “Missed me, huh?” your lips softly brushing over his in a gentle kiss. His arms reached over to pull you closer to him as he started to kiss you back; finding his groove with the new way your lips were attached, “I feel like you didn’t drag me all the way across town to take my web slinging?” you questioned as you slid your hands up his body.

“Come to think of it…” Peter trailed off, nearly jolting as he felt your lips press a small kiss against his stomach. Your sweet touch was already making him harden but no way to find any sort of release right now, “Maybe we should just…hang out?” he smirked against your lips, feeling you laugh against his skin from his lame joke as he ran his fingers down your sides towards the hem of your dress.

Peter adjusted his web to give him some movement as he brought his lips to your neck, peppering your skin in tiny, wet kisses. Hearing you gasp, he smirked against you while he used his webbing to further his way down to your chest. Placing another kiss against it before he moved down a bit more so he was waist level; his hand splayed against your dress on stomach, jolting as he felt your palm run against his bulge which was constricted by his suit, “Fuck…” Peter gasped as he bucked his hips towards you as he craved more.

“I think your web shooter needs some attention…” you told him suggestively with a low laugh.

Peeling off the bottom half of Peter’s suit, you lowered him closer to your level as his length sprung free. Running your hand down it slowly as you rubbed his precum with your thumb. Letting out a small gasp when his still gloved fingers found their way into your underwear and already circling your clit, “Does Spider-Man get to take breaks?” you whispered as you moaned against his tip.

“He does when a pretty girl starts getting him horny in a dark alley,” Peter teased as he circled your clit faster. He pushed the hem of your dress up your thighs as he pushed your underwear to the side, bringing your hips closer towards his lip, “Would you look at that? I’m at the perfect angle to taste you,” he whispered against your core snarkily before he ran his tongue down your folds slowly.

Whimpering against Peter, you wrapped your lips against and pushed him further into your mouth. Trying to get used to the position you were both in, you slid your hands around Peter’s backside for added support while sucked gently against him. Pulling away teasingly, you could hear Peter let out an agonizing groan against your core from the loss of contact. Biting your lip, you smirked down at Peter as you squeezed his ass playfully, “Never realized you had such a cute butt, Pete…” you teased him before you went back to kitten licking his tip.

“Sh-shut up,” Peter moaned before he brought his lips to your clit, sucking on it harshly while he slid two of his fingers inside of you, “You taste even better upside down…” he praised as he brought his lips back to you.

Your legs felt like jello as Peter continued to make you feel good, trying his best to keep you steady with his arms while moaning into you from how you were making him feel. He knew he was close and he could tell from how your thighs were shaking that were close to your high as well and he wanted you to get there so badly.

The webbing holding Peter and place was doing a good job as he buried himself in between your thighs. Whimpering into you and sending vibrations through your entire body due to the sensations he was receiving from your mouth. Sliding a third finger into you, Peter pumped into you faster as he felt your moans grow louder, “Fuck, you look so pretty like this…” he breathed out to you with a grin.

Your nerves began to bundle in your stomach, feeling the coil close to snapping as you ran your hand down Peter’s length one more time before you felt yourself giving in. Tightening your legs around Peter’s face as you began to unravel. Throwing your back as you completely let go of your tension around Peter’s face.

It wasn’t long before Peter was following your lead. Feeling his warmth begin to spill out while he shuddered from your touch, now sensitive to the contact. His nose scrunched up while the two of you slowly came down from your highs. His lips pressed softly against your inner thigh before he fixed your dress for you.

“Well that’s one way to use your new web modes,” you breathed out a laugh as you helped Peter get the rest of his suit on. Difficult to readjust, he flipped around so he was now on the floor and right side up. You reached down to pick his mask up before you kissed his cheek with a smile.

Peter leaned forward, capturing your lips slowly as he slid his hand around your waist to bring you close. Pushing your hair away from your face, he pecked your lips once again while brought you against his hip, “The least I could do for my girl, Y/N,” he winked at you playfully before he shot a web up in the air as it landed on a rooftop nearby, “Hold onto me…why don’t we try that again but next time on the top of the Brooklyn Bridge?” he asked you with a sassy voice before he swung the two of you up in the air.

It was honestly never dull when you were dating Peter. And you preferred it that way.

#tom holland x you #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker x you #spiderman x reader

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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The Early Bird – Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (nicknamed Candy)

Wordcount: 2.3k

Genre: smut, pretty much pwp, drabble, established relationship

Rating: 18+

Hello hummingbirds! I just came in quickly to type in this very very brief Jungkook smutty drabble because after today’s pics well... Me and my mates (shoutout to @nervous-moon) were a bit all over the place. Not much plot. Just filth.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: very smutty Jk. Filthy as hell. Lots of swearing. Dirty talking. Slight corruption kink. Post-workout testosterone galore. Degradation kink; dommy JK, very patronising. Lots of switching positions. Multiple orgasms. Unprotected sex (get tested before going bare with your partner. Pretty please). Very lowkey spanking. Lots of tattoo kinks. He touches between her legs without her consent (Candy is sleeping), but she *does* give him consent as soon as she wakes up. I understand some people could be triggered by this and I am sorry if this makes you uncomfortable.

In case you need it, here is my masterlist.

Enjoy💜✨

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Jeongguk exited his home gym and headed for the kitchen to grab a fresh bottle of water. Uncapping it quickly, he took a large mouthful, draining the bottle with a series of loud gulps.

His early morning work out routine had several perks: the great peace of mind which helped him start a new day, the sense of focus that made his nerve endings jolt to life before he started his daily routine, and the pleasing idea of hitting the shower detoxifyed, after sweating sleep and the remnants of the previous day off himself.

It felt right to start the day with exercise.

It felt a bit less right to wake up an hour earlier and abandon you in his bed, warm and cosy and so soft, smelling of his fabric softener and that sweet lotion that he liked so much.

He took off his shirt on the way to the bedroom, dropping it off in the basket in the laundry room. Shirtless and sweaty, he reached the bedroom door, his mind already going places as his hand rubbed at his abs, climbing up to his chest.

There you were, innocent in your sleeping form, curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed, the white sheets exposing your legs and your chest.

You looked so pretty. So small. So pure and unprotected. You looked like a delicate lamb, napping in a soft cloud of perfect peacefulness. It looked like even in your sleep you were offering yourself to him.

He felt ravenous. Predatorial.

He undressed quickly, feeling only slightly guilty as he stroked himself a couple times, his hand meeting his shaft already half hard, blood pressure spiking as he felt his own hand on his flesh.

But it wouldn’t do. Because nothing could compare to the velvet of your cunt, the sweet, sticky wetness of your arousal coating your folds, like honey waiting to be tasted, licked, violated. You were there, laying gently, and he was at the feet of the bed, ready to pounce on you, already imagining the sweet little coos you would emit while waking up, his cock spearing you, your mouth parting in an ‘o’ as realisation hit you.

Slowly and clumsily he climbed on the bed, crawling towards you on three limbs as one hand was still busy on his length.

He hovered above you, bending at his elbow to lean his head against your breast, kissing any part of your chest that was uncovered by your arm, curled up against your front.

Looking at your face, he gently moved his hand away from his sex, sliding it under the covers and brushing it against the curve of your bottom, sliding his middle finger between your folds, moaning at the wetness.

“Sweetie.” He whispered against your ear. “Wake up, Candy.” He murmured with a soft voice. “I need my sweet girl.” He teased, his finger searching for your clit.

Your body finally reacted, your eyelids fluttering open. “Gguk.” You whined, still sleepy.

“Hello, sweet thing.” He said, smiling happily.

You took in his damp hair, his lack of a shirt. “You back from the gym?” You asked, frowning as you yawned.

“Yes, Candy.” He cooed, nuzzling his hair against your bosom as soon as you offered your chest to him.

“And why is your hand between my legs?”

“Because I need my sweet girlfriend’s sweet pussy.” He growled, his mouth outright filthy in a way that normally wasn’t unless he felt like totally wrecking you.

Grabbing his wrist, you removed his hand, turning on your back and trying to wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck. “Just use me.” You murmured, closing your eyes and kissing his bicep flexed beside our head, your mouth landing distractedly on one of his tattoos.

“Don’t worry, I’ll think about it for you, baby.” With one arm he held his weight off you, while with the other, he untangled the bedsheets from your form, tugging them off and exposing your body in all of its perfect nakedness. Next his arm slithered under your back, lifting you off the mattress and helping you up as he rose on his knees, kneeling on the bed.

Slowly, he made his way to the edge of the mattress, placing his ass down and unfolding his legs, letting his feet rest against the floor. He had seen this position on a video while he was away on tour but somehow it had slipped away, coming back to him earlier as he lifted some weights in the gym.

You simpy laid your head on the crook of his neck, kissing his skin and enjoying the salty feel of his sweat on your lips. Your legs loosened around his waist as he settled in this new position.

“I need you to listen carefully, Candy.” He growled at your ear. “I’m gonna do you rough, baby, but I know you’ve just woken up.”

You nodded distractedly beneath his ear, snuggling him.

“I’ll be careful first, but next I need you to hold tight.” He kissed your temple and caressed your spine. “I’ll take care of you.” He promised. “I’ll take care of everything.” He murmured against your ear. “I need to slide in, ____.” He explained, gripping his shaft and rubbing it against your folds.

“Do it.” You said sleepily, whimpering as he pushed the tip in, groaning.

“Feels good?” He asked, giving a delicate thrust in, his other hand against the small of your back, pushing you towards him as he slid in.

“Very.” You murmured, letting your open mouth rest against his neck, your tongue slipping out and curling against his skin, tasting his sweat, searching for the little mole that always drove him crazy under the tip of your tongue. He was addictive.

“It was made for you, Candy.” He groaned with a chuckle. “It was made to make you whimper and moan like a little slut.” He sank deep into you, bottoming out.

You simply exhaled at his neck. If he was already degrading you in that cocky, teasing way of his, then he was really needy. Good thing you were craving him too.

His arms snaked under your legs, the crook of his elbows slotting against the bend of your knees while his hands settled on the small of your back, holding you as his biceps flexed and lifted you, making you slide off his cock.

“Oh god.” You murmured at his neck, biting his skin to keep yourself from being too loud.

“That good?” He asked. “Wait till I slam you down again.” He said, growling, his voice strained as he slowly, made you twirl on him, only the tip inside, rubbing against the tight rim of muscles at your entrance before he let you slide on him again, your hands finding the long locks of his hair at his nape and tugging them desperately as he reached the bottom of your cunt, flexing his strong thighs and glutes to give a few small thrusts before lifting you up again, this time keeping you midair as he bent his head, licking the shell of your ear.

“You’re being too quiet. Need it faster? Harder?” He slid you down gently, using his hands to press your hips forward, against his, until he could feel every square inch of your inner muscles fighting between swallowing him in and pushing him out. “Did you get used to hard and fast?” He asked, sliding you up slowly again and grunting in effort as he bit your earlobe. “Or maybe you need me to fuck you like my bitch.” He slammed you down. Hard.

You let your mouth hang open in a loud cry, your lungs empty.

“That way, uh? Dirty pretty whore you are. Just for me.” He cried out, angling your body away from his, your head lifting from his shoulder and trying to stay upright as you looked into his dark pupils, your stare a bit lost and vacant as he started lifting you up and down like you weighted nothing, looking at you as your eyes crossed, mouth open, a series of short gasps making your lips part in smaller or larger ‘o’s.

He was beautiful, almost painfully so. His brow was furrowed, his lower lip tucked between his teeth before it slid out, his jaw dropping as you squeezed his with your kegels and started helping him, riding his cock with small thrusts of your pelvis, as far as his arms allowed you in that caged position. “Need to ride my cock?” He asked with an arrogant smirk, his eyes rolling closed as you squeezed him particularly tight.

“Yes.” You replied simply.

“But I need to see your silly face as I fuck you stupid, just like this.” He objected, slowing down for a few thrusts, focusing on hitting your sweet spot. The spongy head of his cock rubbed against your G-spot repeatedly, making you call his name, stuttering it a couple times as your breath caught in your throat. “Like that.” You called, unwrapping an arm from his neck and bringing it between your legs, trying desperately to conjure your first high.

“Come on. Give me that cockhungry little pout. Let me see your filthy mouth open wide for me.” He said, leaning down to suck your nipple into his mouth, pumping it a couple times with the tight sucking of his cheeks before releasing it. “I want your gorgeous tits blushing while you cum on my cock.” He growled against your other breast, taking the other nipple in his mouth before he started sliding you up and down his length like you were nothing but a fleshlight, using you for his pleasure.

“Gguk. I—” Next, an inarticulate ramble left your lips, your body arching away from him with the perfect angle that trapped your clit between your expert fingers and the divine fullness of Jeongguk’s cock rubbing the inner nerve endings from inside.

Your body didn’t stop shaking even as he started leaning down, his arms unhooking from below your legs and simply coming up to place his hands on your waist.

“I’m not done with you, my sweet fuckdoll.” He looked you in the eye as his tattoed hand slapped your ass with a dry cracking sound. “Your velvet cunt hasn’t taken my cum yet.” And just like that, he started helping you ride him, the only thing saving you from overstimulation the lack of attention on your clit.

“Gguk. Please.” You begged, not even sure for what.

“What is it,” he grunted, both his hands grabbing your ass and helping it up before his palms slid up to your sides, grabbing you and slamming you down.

“Need you on top.” You whined, trying to sweeten him.

He smirked. “Lazy pillow princess, ain’t you?” He slapped your ass again, the stinging feeling making your lips part and your eyes water slightly.

It felt all too good. “You do it better than me.” You praised him, definitely knowing how to get what you want.

He nodded, eyebrows lifting. “I do.” He said, holding your front close to his chest and making you roll on your back, his body inviting you to slide forward, toward the middle of the bed, so that his legs could find purchase on the mattress and he could hammer into you just the way you like it.

Once his body was perched on top of you, he helped one of your legs over his shoulder. “Hold on tight, love.” He teased before he slammed into you in one violent stroke.

Your eyes shot open, a helpless cry tearing your lips open as you looked at him, tears rimming your eyelids.

“Oh, what’s that?” He asked with a bastard’s grin on his face. “Is it so good that I’m gonna make you cry?” He slid out slowly, all the way to the tip, before his cock split you open again. “Go on and cry for it.” He sneered, his whole body getting lost into a hard and fast hammering inside you.

“Gguk, dammit, please. I wanna cum.” You cried out, your hand sliding between your legs.

He slowed down only to slap away your filthy fingers. “Gonna cum for this cock alone.” He said, angling his hips perfectly in that way that always drove you crazy. “Like the good slut you are for me.” He bent forward to your chest, biting the upper curve of your breast. “Make me feel your velvet cunt milk me dry.” He groaned, desperate. “I know you can do it, ____. You’re my little cockfairy.” He teased, so lost in the tightness and warmth of you that his tongue got that loose and reckless.

You simply started meeting his thrusts, your brow furrowing, while you looked at the muscles of his shoulders flex, his biceps tightening and relaxing with the effort, and the beatiful ink covering his upper arm, so alive with the movements.

He moved your other leg over his shoulder, sinking so deep inside you that your body snapped before you could even understand the fullness you were experimenting.

Your ears filled with a shrill screech, his face going from a series of tight lines — creased forehead, scrunched nose and wrinkled eyes — to relaxed planes, with his mouth opened wide, his lips so soft and temptingly red, his eyelids slowly fluttering close.

“Your pussy is a whole damn miracle.” He muttered against your soft breasts pillowing his head. “I wanna die inside it and go to pussy heaven.”

You tried to laugh as gently as possible while he rested on top of you, his cock still burrowed deep inside you. “I love you, silly bun.” You said, still a bit breathless.

“I’m sorry for the nasty words. You know I love you too.” He said, mouthing at your soft curves and sucking a bruise there.

“Cockfairy, uh?” You said, teasingly.

He giggled. “Shut up.”

“Never.” You replied. combing his hair out of his face.

He lifted his head with a raised eyebrow. “Then maybe I should feed you my cock and shut you up.”

Round two? Already? You were feeling spoiled. “Maybe you should.”

He grinned and slid out of you, slowly climbing up your body. “Open up, pretty doll.”

#jungkook smut #jeongguk smut #jungkook drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfiction #bts smut #bts blog #bts fic #bts fanfiction

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opluffys · 3 years

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Reverse Captain- Killer x Reader x Eustass Kid

okay okay this is like the last old story from my archive account that i’m posting here *maybe? lmao idk* :,). i’m head over heels in love with killer so i got like ten wips for him lololo. lowkey don’t like how this one turned out, but it’s a couple of months old so idc anymore hehe. anyway i hope you guys enjoy! oh, also sorry if the spacing looks weird, i was too lazy to go through the whole thing and edit it...

-smut/nsfw-

You felt deliciously full and sore, the quick sliding of your captain's cock against your tight walls nearly made you lose consciousness.

"Fuck... Kid..!" You yelled, feeling his girth stretch you.

He grunted behind you and continued to thrust into you wildly, almost as wild as that red hair of his, which was now stuck to his forehead.

Your breasts were flush against the table of his office, rocking back and forth, creating a wanted friction that fueled your desire.

It was no surprise that Kid was rough in bed, just one look at the man and pretty sure anyone could tell. But you just weren't ready for it all, the way his cock just hit every spot inside of you so perfectly... When he leaned down to nip your ear and leave harsh markings on your neck, you felt like you couldn't keep up with him.

You broke the eye contact you had with countless papers and unfinished works in progress on Kid's desk, and looked fervently for your sword. You took that damn thing with you everywhere you went, you would risk your own life for that sword.

When you finally made eye contact with that beautiful blue casing, your face illuminated, you quickly grabbed it, using the hilt of the sword to press against Kid's chest.

"What the fuck..." He started angry, then stumbling backwards onto a stray chair in the middle of the room that fell victim to you and Kid.

"I think you need to slow down a bit, Captain." You said, your voice like sweet honey as you sauntered over to where he was sat, straddling his thighs.

"So you used Sea Stone to tell me that?!" He snapped, about to get up before you pressed the hilt against him once again.

"Ah ah. Feisty are we? I think it's my turn to take charge for the night, don't you, my Captain?" You asked, raising your hips to line yourself up right against his shaft, teasing the redding head with your slick entrance.

"Damn woman..." He growled, trying to get up again, but you were barely faster than him, trailing the hilt of the sword all over his body, making him groan tiredly.

"I would fucking end you if you weren't such a good doctor." He grumbled, still attempting to take charge every few minutes, evidently failing.

"That's all I am? Your doctor?" You responded, faking a disappointment tone. You still continued to rub your folds teasingly over the painfully hard head of your captain.

He raised his hand and you raised your sword, he almost chuckled, instead sending a smirk your way.

"Relax, princess. If I still wanted to actually take charge, you would've been screaming my name over my desk years ago. I guess I'll let you dominate this one time, but next time," He leaned into your ear, nipping it and taking the sensitive cartilage into his mouth. "You're gonna be wishing that you had done it my way." He finished.

You gulped nervously, the tone of his voice nearly made you want to bend yourself back over that desk, forgetting the thoughts of ever wanting to dominate your captain ever again.

Kid let out booming laughter at your reaction, about to come up with a snarky retort, but he was soon silenced by a grunt of pleasure as you finally decided to lower yourself onto his hardened arousal.

"Oh, fuck... So tight..." He whispered, biting his lip as he tried to silence his sounds.

You shuddered noticeably as he filled you to the brim, no, even further than that. He never let you ride him before, because 'You're too slow.' as he said. But as of now, being slow worked in your favour, making the red haired captain begin to lose his cool, grunts and groans of frustration leaving his full painted lips.

"Oh! Oh Captain!! Yes!!" You yelled, feeling his strong arms just tightly wrapped against you and feeling his warm pants fanning across your equally warm face just did something for you.

"Keep talking like that... I won't fulfil my end of the deal." He panted, hands attached to your plush hips, grinding against him thoughtfully.

"That'd be a shame, Captain... Because next time, I'm up for whatever you wanna do. And I mean anything, Kid." You said, sultrily pulling him in and out of you, your wet insides protesting him pulling out every time.

That seemed to shut him up for a while.

"So I've been thinking." You started, bottoming out on his lap, hissing in pleasure after feeling so full. "Your first mate, Killer... He doesn't like me much?" You asked, warming his cock, leaning your forehead against his pectorals.

"I know how Killer ticks. He doesn't hate you or anything, just no reason to make conversation with you. Why do you ask?" Kid replied, unconsciously bucking his hips upwards once in a while, earning you to pull your sword out and poke him with it a couple of times.

"No reason. I just think he's kinda sexy. What's under that mask leaves my imagination running wild, ya know." You said playfully, using your agile hands to tweak and pinch every inch of his built torso.

"What are you really getting at, (First Name)." He said, tone now completely serious, and even though he was stilled inside of you, length twitching and just dying to ravage your insides, the captain's voice never faltered, remaining serious.

"Okay, maybe I daydream of being pinned under your first mate, childhood friend, whatever. But hey, I admit it that he's really, really hot. Okay, happy now, Eustass?" You groaned, hitting your head against his chest in embarrassment, ready for him to scream at you for wanting to have sex with his best friend.

"Okay."

"Yes, I deserve whatever punishment you think is fit- wait, what?" You paused, thinking that you didn't hear him properly.

"I was your first, but by no means were you mine. So if you wanna fuck another dude, at least do it when I'm gone, or some shit." He grunted, rolling his eyes when he saw your surprised expression.

"Fuck, Kid. Please bend me over and fuck me as hard as you want." You whimpered, feeling so pleased at his response.

"With pleasure, princess." He replied, sending a wicked grin your way, harsh hands attached to your sides.

You stood at the edge of the ship, waving goodbye to your captain, who stood alongside Heat and Wire, going into the next island that you all had drifted to.

The two of you decided to hatch up a not too great plan of leaving you and Killer alone on the ship, which was 'I leave with Heat and Wire to the next island, because I'm captain, I do whatever the fuck I want.' which, had actually worked out well.

He sent a shit eating smile your way, then turned around to take his leave, the two other men following their captain.

Killer stood by your side silently, he was never one for being chatty, you knew that much. You took a few looks at the man, his plain black shirt hugging his muscles so tight, that scar on his arm made you tighten your legs, feeling an undeniable warmth flood your senses. You continued your not so subtle stares, the way his blonde mane fell down his broad shoulders and framed his body looked phenomenal, and the only thing you couldn't see was that damn face of his. You stared at the dozen holes on the striped mask, almost like trying to see through it.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, sounding more like a statement than a question. You stiffened, looking upwards towards the blonde, feeling so small in his presence.

You didn't get to be in bed with Eustass Kid for feeling small, though.

"No, Killer." You said, dragging his name out from your tongue, walking closer to his stature. You leaned against his strong chest, a gentle hand laying on his rippling muscles.

"But I think that you have something the matter with me." You said, taking your hand off of him, giving him a sly smile.

"You must've imagined it." He replied coolly, walking away to his quarters, not even giving you a chance to further your attempt at a conversation.

You clicked your tongue and walked past Kid's lackeys, who were all staring at your ass while you passed by, going to wandering into the kitchen.

You turned your head to look at them, smiling at how painfully obvious they were being while gawking at you. If only Killer sent a single gaze your way like these men here, it'd make your job of seduction a lot easier.

You took a seat in the kitchen, a stray chair in front of the stove. You picked at your nails, desperately waiting for someone to scream for your help, claiming they've been injured and needed your help. Though it was a bit bad to wait for someone to become injured, it was your role to assist them.

You didn't know when, but you leaned your head over onto your hand and started to doze off for a while, only jolting awake when you heard the sound of running water from behind you.

"Finally awake?"

You turned to where the voice came from, swallowing hard when you saw that mess of blonde hair.

"There's a plate in front of you, if you're hungry." He said, continuing to wash dishes. Yes, of course you were hungry, but not for food.

You hummed softly, getting up to smooth your skirt and walk over to Killer, offering your hand to help. "Maybe later. How about some assistance?" You asked, settling next to him to dry the wet plates. He shrugged lightly, his blonde tendrils swaying along his strong shoulders. Oh, how you wanted to just grab onto those shoulders while he thrusted into you wildly, grunting and groaning in your ear how you took him so well-

"Here."

You snapped out of your daydreams and took the plate from him, drying it off and placing it onto the shelf.

The two of you sustained a steady rhythm of washing and drying for a while, until you accidentally had dropped a glass cup, seeming to smash into a million pieces upon impact.

"Shit." You mumbled, crouching down to pick up the glass with your bare hands, of course, a bad idea, but you weren't weak, you could take a few cuts as long as you cleaned the mess.

Killer stood silently behind you, admiring the view of you bent down, even though he really shouldn't be. He pulled you up by the arms, surprising you, nearly dropping the glass shards.

You looked at his mask with a perplexed look on your face, dropping the bits of glass into the trash bin, dusting your hands off.

Killer started walking over to you, and you, being confused of what he needed, continued to back up, until your back hit the wall.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drop it or anything. Besides, I cleaned it up. We all good?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Why do you do this, (First Name)." He asked, grabbing your chin in his calloused hand, forcing your wandering eyes to peer into the mask.

"Do what?" You replied, resting your hand atop his sculpted arm, his muscle twitching at your touch.

"Make me want to pin you against the wall and fuck your brains out." He said, not moving his hand from your skin.

You froze in place, it seemed your job was easier than you had thought. "So do it, Killer." You smiled, tracing your hands over his strong torso.

"I can't." He answered, moving away from you, back to the sink to dry the rest of the dishes. You frowned, your painted lips then creating a flat line as you stood in thought.

"You can. I'm the captain's girl, right?" You said, walking behind him, trailing your nails through the material of the black shirt, feeling his muscles tense under you. "And you're captain when he's gone." You said, standing on your tippy toes to nip at his strong neck, leaving a barely visible mark behind.

You were sure you didn't even blink before you were over the counter, Killer's arm against your back, preventing you to move. A smile spread across your features, sighing contently as you felt his other hand squeeze and pinch along your clothed body.

"Mm, Killer..." You whimpered softly, grinding against his crotch. His breath hitched, but he easily retaliated, a loud hiss of pleasure leaving your lips as you felt a stinging sensation on your ass.

"I guess you're just like captain. Always wanting to take charge." You sighed, feeling the cool air hit your dripping cunt, accommodating the size of Killer's digits. "I guess so." He said, his gaze on how you took his three fingers.

You moaned loudly, biting your lip while shifting your weight from foot to foot, unable to take the torture any longer. "I didn't come here for your fingers." You grumbled, closing your eyes as he curled his fingers deep inside of you.

"Yeah, but this is probably the only time I'm going to be able to enjoy you. Gotta take it nice," He stopped, pulling his fingers out to circle your clit. "And slow." He finished. You were sure he was smirking underneath that mask.

"It doesn't have to be." You whimpered, backing your hips against him again, feeling his bulge rub against you. You heard him take a sharp inhale, contemplating whether to continue the teasing, or to just give in.

"Please." You begged, placing your forehead against the hard table.

And he had his answer.

The sound of a fumbling belt buckle behind you put a smile on your face. "Finally." You mumbled, feeling his tip press against your entrance. You bit your lip from letting out a scream as he suddenly filled you, a shaky sigh leaving Killer's lips.

"Ah... Fuck, Killer!" You panted, your hands grabbing the counter harshly. His tan arm lifted from you, now squeezing your hips tightly, pulling you back against him, relishing in your warmth.

"Killer... Fuck... You stretch me so good!" You yelled, moaning when you felt him fill you over and over again. "You're awfully quiet back there, am I not what you expected?" You said, a fake tone of sadness lacing your voice.

"Unlike you or Kid, I'm not so vocal." He responded, trying not to show the strain on his voice, even when you were wrapped so tightly against him, your pussy dragging him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. "You're even better than I thought, (First Name)." Killer said, pushing himself into you deeper than what you thought possible.

"Isn't this position boring? Why don't you pin me against the wall and fuck my brains out like you proposed? You can even have me do the work and ride you, or even-" You were cut off when your mouth was filled with Killer's long fingers, taking your tongue between them. "You know, you make a good point. I can't see the faces you're making." He said, pulling out of you slowly.

"Why don't we go somewhere more, private." He said, his deep voice making your legs shake. You nodded fervently, pulling your panties up and adjusting your skirt. You tried to take a step forward, but your wobbly knees betrayed you, nearly making you fall down until Killer took your hand, pulling you up gently. "We weren't even going for that long." He said, making sure that you could stand before letting you go. "You're big, what do you expect?" You mumbled, rolling your eyes.

When you were stable, you tried taking another step under Killer's gaze. Again, you failed and your hands flew to his extended arm. He sighed audibly and lifted you up, carrying you like a bride. "What a gentleman." You giggled, your hand wrapping around his neck softly. He didn't reply as he started walking back to his room, obviously attracting stares along the way.

"Killer..." You whimpered, feeling his cock push against your womb, making you see stars. Your back was against the cool wall, seeming to steal the warmth that radiated off of you. "You're tight even when you and the captain go at it everyday..." He grunted, his hips snapping against yours. You would've laughed if you weren't pinned against the wall getting fucked. "Yeah, sorry about that... I know I can get a little, ya know..." You said timidly, a warmth settling on your cheeks after getting called out for being so loud.

"I've always wondered what your lips feel like." You sighed, feeling him stretch you so good. "Not today, (First Name)." He said, biting his lip softly, trying not to let out too much noise, even though you couldn't even hear him. "Come on, Killer. All I've wanted to see was your face the second I joined the crew, and that was years ago, that says something." You said, trying to sound angry, but that was seemingly impossible with a huge cock inside of you.

Killer seemed to stand still in thought, wondering if he could actually show you his face. He didn't hold any negative feelings toward you, but he wasn't sure if he trusted you enough. "And if I do..?" He asked, not moving any longer, his cock deep inside of you. "If you do, then I most definitely think that we would enjoy ourselves much more." You replied, hands squeezing his strong shoulders tightly. He made a sound of disapproval as he pulled out of you again, walking away from you. You barely stood, only with help of a chair next to you were you able to stand.

A confused face took over your gentle features, pondering if you had said or did something wrong. "Damn it, how the fuck did I mess this up so badly..?" You sighed, starting to gather your clothes slowly, silently wishing Killer was here to help you out. It was the least he could do if he didn't want you anymore.

"(First Name), do me a favour." You heard him, he was out of view, for some reason. You hummed, signalling that you heard him. "Close your eyes, just for a little while." He said, his voice coming closer to where you stood. You complied, used to taking orders, especially on a ship where Eustass Kid was captain.

You felt a rougher hand tangle with your soft one, leading you somewhere. You trusted Killer, but you had no clue what he was going to do.

You were stopped for a moment, then brought down onto muscled thighs, your hand still tightly wrapped with Killer's. It took you a moment to realise that you were straddling his thighs, your cheeks adapting a sudden warmth at the intimate pose you two held.

You felt warm lips against yours, your abdomen knotted tightly at the feeling. His tongue softly pushed against your own, his lips tangling within your own in a fierce dance, the two of you seemingly unable to get enough of each other.

Your hand still laced with Killer's, you squeezed it harder unconsciously, feeling your lungs start to burn after not inhaling enough oxygen. Your open hand wandered lower, tracing Killer's strong abs and his beautiful V-line, finally finding his rock hard length, your hand softly pumping it when he released your lips with a groan.

"Fuck, (First Name)... Just like that..." He whispered, his pants warming your face. His breath smelled of a cool mint, opposing your captains fierce cinnamon scent.

Your eyes were still shut, though you were dying to take a small peek, you were sure he was just as beautiful as the rest of his body.

You continued your ministrations while Killer ravaged your soft lips, his lipstick mixing with yours. Any time while the two of you locked lips, you felt his cock twitch in your hands, obviously wanting to be back inside of your warmth. You subtly raised your hips, lining his cock up with your entrance. Just as you started to lower yourself, Killer thrusted his hips forward, sheathing himself inside of you quickly. You yelled against his lips, separating the two of you.

He would've laughed if he didn't dislike doing so. "You know I can see what you're doing, right?" He asked, his harsh tone of voice seeming to disappear.

"S-Shut your damn mouth..." You whispered, closing your eyes tighter than they already were. You opened your mouth to speak once again, but you were silenced by a pair of lips against yours once again. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you, each kiss was like air to him, his lungs burning like a fire until your cool lips met with his scorching ones. It was weird how you were the one who wanted to kiss him so bad, but he was the one who kept initiating it.

He pulled back from you, leaving your lips slightly agape and stinging, a sensation that was welcomed by you. "You can open your eyes now." He sighed, worried about how you'd react.

Your (eye colour) eyes strained open, the light making it hard to fully open them on command. You squinted, then little by little opened them fully, eyes resting on Killer's tanned chest, your mouth wanting to leave markings on the skin. You just realised that your hand still laid on top of Killer's gently, you muttered a quick apology and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

Your mouth hung open slightly, seeing his blonde hair fall into his face perfectly, his long eyelashes tickling his strong cheekbones, his full lips swollen after meeting your own countless times.

"So handsome..." You mumbled, seemingly forgetting that he was still inside of you. You noticed his cheeks get warmer, as you sent him a small smile.

"Thank you."

He looked at you, confusion written all over his pretty features. "For?" He asked, his now free hand caressing your hips, tracing small shapes with his tall fingers.

"For trusting me... I know we never talk, but I trust you as much as Captain." You sighed, your forehead against his chest. "And well, obviously the other two." You laughed, referring to Heat and Wire.

He didn't know what to say, but he began to feel slightly bad. "Why did you never talk to me, anyway? When I first joined you used to at least make small talk with me, but then it stopped." You said, looking up at him with an undeniable sadness in your eyes. He sighed, averting his stare. "I knew something like this were to happen if I continued to talk to you. When you and Kid became a thing, I had to back off, respect that you were his, or the temptations would overcome me someday." He said, returning his gaze to you.

You hummed, satisfied with the answer. "At least you don't hate me." You said, raising your hips to be able to kiss him again, lips against his own with fierce intent.

"Please fuck me, Killer." You whimpered, unable to take just his stationary cock inside of you any longer. He didn't respond back to you, but began to assist you in moving on top of him, your arms resting against his shoulders as you started to bounce on him, his cock going inside and out with such a lewd sound.

Killer's hands gripped your hips tightly, lifting you onto him easier than if you were doing it alone. "Fuck..." He groaned, feeling your fleshy walls tighten around him, warmth over flooding his entire being.

You felt him push against the spot that nearly induced you into a deep unwanted sleep, letting out a loud moan, unable to form words to tell him to keep hitting that spot.

He knew what angle to go out now, abusing your wet walls with every snap of his hips. He moved his hand lower to circle your clit slowly, hearing you give a wanton whisper of his name fuelled his need to make you finish around him.

You felt your leg twitch as you felt your inevitable release creep up on you. Your moans and whimpers grew to a higher pitch, with a raise of your hips, Killer met your lips against his once again, you never growing tired of the feeling. One more deep thrust inside of you, and you couldn't take it, accidentally screaming into Killer's open lips, you separated from his mouth and whimpered again as you came around him, your arousal dripping down onto his erection and onto the both of your thighs.

He continued to lazily drill into you, filling you to the brim until he was satisfied. He bit his lip as you tightened onto him harshly, almost like not wanting to let go. You moaned his name, feeling sensitive with every move.

"So fucking good." He whispered to himself, getting lost in your soft insides. He too felt release coming sooner than he thought. You were just so good around him, smaller than him and still able to take him better than initially thought.

A few more thrusts and he pulled out, grunting softly as he came on your stomach, thick white ropes of his sticky seed on your naked body.

He got up to bring you a towel, finally feeling the after effects on him, collapsing onto the bed beside you gently. You smiled, your lipstick was slightly smeared and your hair was tousled messily. You cleaned yourself up and laid next to him, locking lips again softly, feeling him being so gentle with you made you feel like you could take him again right then and there.

His eyes were on yours after you backed up from the kiss, a smile on your face as you closed your eyes.

"I could get used to this."

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realcube · 3 years

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haikyuu boys with a professional volleyball player! s/o 🏆

characters: kuroo, bokuto, kita, oikawa & sakusa

tw// swearing

thank you anon for this awesome request!

Tetsurō Kuroo

he’d tell all his teammates about you and none of them would care

well, lev would care - he’d be so excited and asking for kuroo to get him your autograph but yaku would just be like ‘you don’t actually believe him, do you? 🙄’

so yeah, yaku would convince lev and yamamoto that you were just a figment of kuroo’s imagination

even thoUGH YAKU KNEW YOU WERE A REAL PERSON BC HE HAD MET YOU BEFORE AND HE KNEW THAT YOU WERE DATING KUROO AIREBVKZGA he just loved annoying kuroo <3

and he did the job well bc kuroo was definitely annoyed

he’d be waving his phone around, desperately trying to show lev and yamamoto the selfies he took with you but they’d just be like 😑

then he finally convinced you to come visit him at practise to put an end to his humiliation

so you appeared one day and kuroo was so hyped

but not as hyped as yamamoto

he has hot-ppl senses which tingled when you entered the room so he was the first to greet you while kuroo was sitting setting up the nets

he was literally all over you

‘woah 😍 your thigh are so toned’

‘uh thank you ???’

and kuroo was not here for it

‘AYE GET YOUR DIRTY PAWS AWAY FROM THEM!!’

yamamoto fkn shits himself and runs ✌🏃‍♂️💨

then kuroo picks you up bridal style and parades you around the gym, rubbing it in everyone’s face - especially yaku and lev

‘guys, do you see this? my totally REAL s/o! who’s been to NATIONALS!! uhuh. all mine, y’all.’

yaku is so ticked off and definitely goes to snitch him out to Nekomata

and lev is just so awed, ‘(y/n) is real???’

for a moment he thought he was dreaming too until kenma purposefully hit him with a ball

‘put me down, tetsurō.’ you groaned, folding your arms over your chest

he obeyed, gently setting you down on your feet before pecking your lips, ‘ok, well, i should probably get back to practise now - train hard so hopefully one day i can be as good as you.’ he joked, teasingly emphasising the ‘you’.

you playfully punched his arm before turning on your heels to head out, ‘you wish!’

although he’ll always joke about how amazing you are in comparison to him but he genuinely admires you 🤩

Kōtarō Bokuto

he hypes you up to his team constantly

they’ve literally never even met you and they are being asked all these questions from bokuto lol

‘hey onaga, did you see (y/n) at their nationals game the other day?’

onage flinched upon being jump-scared by his captain, then choked out a little white lie, ‘uh yeahhh.’

bokuto’s face lit up, ‘great! they were so amazing during the third set, weren’t they? what was your favourite part?’

onaga froze, ‘uhh- oh, i think i hear anahori calling me to help him practise his sets! gotta go.’ then he proceeded to bolt off

bokuto shrugged it off at first as he shouldn’t complain bc a teammate dropped a conversation to continue training with anahori - i mean, onaga came to volleyball club to practise so he wasn’t obligated to make conversation with bokuto

but while he was saying his goodbyes to everyone as they left the gym to go home, it hit him-

‘bye, komi! buh-bye, washio! and goooodbyeeee, konoha.’ bokuto let out a relived sigh as he had now finished saying his partings which meant he could lock the gym then go home, ‘wait-- ANAHORI DIDN’T EVEN COME TO PRACTISE TODAY! ONAGA!’

bokuto was deeply disheartened that his own teammate would lie to him - to get out of a conversation about you, no less

he just wanted them all to love you as much as he does

like..he’s your biggest fan!!!

~ even post-timeskip ~

he’d show up to all of your games wearing your jersey and some of the eagle-eyed press would try talk to him

they’d interview him about his own affair or about the MSBY Black Jackals but he genuinely has no interest in talking about that bc today is your day and he is here to support you

‘are you and your team hopeful to attend Olympics despite player Miya’s rumoured injury? and disclose whether these rumours are factual?’

sakusa decked atsumu after he joked about having covid-

the interview shoved and waved a microphone in bokuto’s face while he just stared at them blankly like ◉_◉

after a while bokuto stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth and chuckled, ‘don’t know! but the game is about to begin, shhh!-’ he hushed the interviewer, instinctively swatting the microphone away as he stood up in the stands to cheer for you, ‘WOOOO! GO, (Y/N)!’

then he turned to the interviewer who stood frozen with a dumbfounded look on his face, ‘THAT’S MY LOVERRRR!’ he screamed into the microphone so loudly that all the press naturally backed off

and please do the same for him when the press approach you at his games 🙏

Shinsuke Kita

ofc he dates a volleyball player player-

he is such an ushijima

he is ushijima if he wasn’t left-handed

he doesn’t really brag about you too often at practise but he feels so proud when you win a game then he comes to practise the next day and his teammates tell him to pass on a congratulations

also he always comes to your games

no matter how minor or how large

you’d think you could both bond a lot over volleyball and you did that in the beginning

but over time - especially when you started playing volleyball professionally - you found other things to bond over and saved volleyball for work

he probably runs a (y/n) stan page AEIVBARTBV

AND YOU’D NEVER GUESS

like he is literally a rice farmer- you are under the impression that he doesn’t even know what facebook is

and he’s good at selling the act too

‘did you see the picture of us i posted on my instagram?--’ you asked, taking another spoonful of your cereal

‘insta what?’ kita inquired without hesitation

then as soon as you exit the room, he’ll log onto his (y/n) twitter stan account

ok ok sorry i’ll stop now

anyway he ALWAYS tries to ensure that the first thing you eat after a big game is something that he cooks

and if you go out with your team to eat after a game to celebrate a victory, he’ll try at act sweet but he’s lowkey shady tbh

‘congratulations on your victory, (y/n). and to many more’ he lifted his glass and so did you

but just as you were about to take a sip, kita interjected, ‘but that is going to be difficult if you keep filling your body with junk rather than healthy, organi--’

‘kita-’

‘ok.’ he took a sip of his drink in your honour

HE JUST CARES ABOUT YOUR HEALTH AND WELLBEING HE’S NOT TRYING TO BE RUDE 😭

Tōru Oikawa

again, when you and oikawa first started dating, volleyball was one of the only things y’all talked about

but now that you were both doing it professionally, it was basically banned in your home

well, the the game itself wasn’t banned but i mean, why would you do something all day then come back to talk about it more?

you both might adore volleyball but everything has it’s limits lol

anyway, oikawa is another one that is extra af when they come to your games

he probably makes a sign and paints his face in your team colours

and when you come out onto the court, he’ll blow you a kiss and if you don’t blow one back he’ll be so offended lmao

bc he always makes a big deal out blowing you a kiss or winking at you as soon as he steps out onto the court

it’s basically a thing he does for good luck at this point

also, if there are ever ppl trying to take pictures of y’all in public- oikawa is the first to make a big show for them

like he’s all up on you

he’ll dip you then push his lips against you for a passionate kiss, in front of the ppl and they always go fkn crazy

he thinks he is like..Beyoncé famous...which he is not

please humble him

but nicely

but y’all only get attention around summertime when you are frequently playing big games

like if oikawa leaves the house a week you competed in a big game- he’ll literally get swamped with ppl asking about you

but contrarily, if you both leave the house in winter literally no one would even spare you a glance

on a RARE occasion, someone might sneakily snap a photo but that’s it

so you get the best of both worlds :))

also, if you’re an ace and he’s ever feeling down, if you ask him to set for you for a bit and you compliment one/all of his sets, he’ll literally feel so much better

Kiyoomi Sakusa

sometimes you both come back from a rough day at work, slump on the couch and watch TV together

after showering, changing, dinner etc

he’s not nna come anywhere near you if he thinks there is a chance he might be stinky from practise

he turned on the TV and it just so happened to be on an Live volleyball game in some language that neither of you understood

he’d snake his arms around your shoulders and pull you close to his chest, satisfied by your synced breathing

he’d press a single kiss against your jaw before shifting his attention onto the channel

you’d lay there in his arms, both of you seeming content in each other’s presence while watching the game

in reality though, neither of you were actually absorbing anything that was happening on the court - you were just staring blankly at the TV

the TV simply served as background noise to your cuddling

tbh he was way more interested in hearing the sound of your heart beat peacefully against his chest

after a while, if he gets bored, he might finally break the silence by inquiring about your day

but if he doesn’t, you’d probably end up falling asleep in his arms, forcing him to sleep on the couch bc he’s doesn’t want to risk moving and waking you up 🥺

anyway, he’s another one that likes to save volleyball for work then leave it by the door as soon as you step inside the house

but he’s not as uptight about it as oikawa or kita

like he’ll happily put on a volleyball match for you guys to watch if he thinks the player’s techniques are impressive

also, if the weather is nice, if you ask him to come out and practise with you for a bit and he’ll say yes 🤠

but actually 🤔 now that is think about it, if you guys had a pool in your back garden sakusa would definitely make the most of it

you’ll humbly ask him spike for you on a nice sunny day and he’ll be like

‘volleyball? really? we bought this expensive ass house with a pool which we can only use 4 out the 365.25 days of the year and you want to play volleyball? don’t you do that like..every work day.’

what can i say? man likes getting his moneys worth 🤷‍♂️

‘so is that a no to volleyball?’ you’d ask

*cue sakusa picking you up bridal style and dropping you into the pool*

then you play pool volleyball 👍

as for your games, he turns up in casual wear 😔

disappointed but not surprised

you’ll jokingly be like ‘hey! why aren’t you wearing my team colours? how are people gonna know who you’re cheering for?’ which is fair bc you turn up to all his games with his MSBY black jackals jersey with one of those foam pointy fingers with his number on it

MANS WOULD POINT TO HIS FKN WEDDING RING LIKE ‘our team colours right here.’

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