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A chubby reader who's super self conscious of her belly and bust? Like she's strong and stuff, comes with the higher weight, but just....

Cant really wear anything unless it's sweats and a sweater, or a t-shirt. Almost never goes out.

And one day Bucky comes to the compound. Reader immediately gets a crush, and has major anxiety over it, like "leaving the room when he comes near" anxiety. Bucky thinks it's his fault, that he's done something wrong and talks to you about it.

He decides to talk to you about it, crying ensues because insecurities, and then the fluff.

Sorry this ask is so long, I'm kinda scrambled XP

hi, lovely! 💫

first of all, don't apologize for bringing this beautiful request into my world! i was beyond excited to have the chance to bring this idea to life, and i hope the direction i took with it does justice to what you had in mind!

second of all, i am so sorry this took me so long to put out, this request is so lovely and i really wanted to make it the best i could.

i hope you enjoy!

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pairing: bucky barnes x midsize!reader

word count: 3974

warnings: insecurities and self consciousness, mild body image issues, brief self depreciating thoughts, angst, mutual pining, fluff, swearing, allusions to mature themes, let me know if i missed anything!

please do not read this if you're not comfortable with any of the above topics. while they are not heavily focused on, they are the main theme of this fic

a/n: big thanks to @buckylattes for reading this and catching some of the dumb ass mistakes i made lmao

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Being part of the Rescue and Reconnaissance division of Stark Industries wasn't the most glamorous job, but you loved it. You got to work nearly hand in hand with field agents every day, formulating plans for raids, rescues, infiltrations, or general takedown missions to make sure all those involved worked as safely and efficiently as possible.

You were the one they turned to when a new plan was needed; when they were at risk. There were a few agents who refused to listen to anyone other than you when it came to these times - specifically asking for you to help them through.

Agent Barnes was one of these people, and though you could never voice it, he was your favourite to deal with. He was always kind and courteous, understanding in the fact that despite not being in the same rankings as him, you damn well knew what you were doing. And, well, it didn't hurt that he always found a moment to be a charming little flirt.

You have no idea why he had such faith in you. Maybe it was because you always took what he suggested into consideration when calculating next steps. Maybe it was because your ideas were as crazy as his sometimes. Maybe it was simply because he liked the sound of your voice.

You never knew.

You never actually met him.

All your dealings with field agents were done from the safety of your control room. You never minded it, though. It was nice, in a way. You absolutely loved doing what you do, but you would never be able to handle being around field agents all the time. Not when they look the way they do, and you…. well, you're you.

Your thighs touch when you walk, your belly shakes when you laugh, your arms jiggle when you move. You have to painstakingly pick out the right kinds of shirts, otherwise your chest will make it seem like you're three times as big as you really are.

You were the chubby girl who always hid in the shadows, too afraid to let the world see how bright you truly shine - you were a flame ready to ignite, but no one around you ever offered you a match.

You were used to it. You made peace with it a long time ago, finding solace in your own company instead of relying on other people to enjoy your time with. It still bothered you from time to time, and you let yourself have days where you wallowed in it, wishing things were different, wishing you looked different. Though, for the most part, it stopped bothering you so much the older you got.

Until the day you finally met Bucky.

It was a strange day, being sent to the compound. You've never been sent anywhere before, always planted in your seat while talking to field agents across the world. Yet here you were, being requested by Tony Stark himself.

You must have spent hours trying to find the right outfit. One that showed off your curves without accentuating the extra pudge around your middle. One that complimented your chest without highlighting the size. One that showed off your ass without making it look massive. One that carefully hid your arms. One that you felt comfortable in.

It felt like your heart was in your throat the whole time. The butterflies in your stomach turned into a full on frenzy, and you had to take deep breaths every few seconds to stay calm; and to not throw up.

You barely heard it when Tony said he wanted you working under him. You could hardly process it when he said he created a job just for you. You didn't quite understand it when he told you there was space for you at the compound, and he wanted you here full time.

All you could do was dumbly nod your head, trying to focus on what he was saying instead of the fact that Bucky Barnes was just outside the conference room.

By the time the meeting was over, you felt lightheaded. You clutched the contract you were given against your chest and took a final deep breath before leaving the room, hoping to get by unnoticed. It's not like he even knew who you really were, right?

A gentle calling of your name told you that you were very, very wrong.

Your feet became rooted in place as you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing all you could on calming your nerves before turning around. And jesus christ, nothing could have prepared you for how beautiful this man actually was in person.

"Hi," you breathed out, a tiny shy smile gracing your lips.

"Hi," he said, unintentionally mimicking you.

His eyes travelled over your face before taking their time roaming your body; you shifted uncomfortably and clutched the contract a little tighter as he stayed fixed on you. A smirk graced his lips, but it was gone before you could really focus on it.

"It's, uh-... it's nice to finally meet you, Agent Barnes," you muttered sheepishly, hesitantly offering him your hand.

"You can call me Bucky," he said, smiling warmly as he took your hand in his, sending fire throughout your whole body. "I'd like to say thank you for saving my ass as often as you do, but thank you doesn't seem like enough."

You chuckled, feeling your face flush under his gaze. "'Thank you' suffices just fine, Bucky. I've only been doing my job."

"Speaking of," he started, tilting his head a little as he eyed the contract you held. "You gonna take it?" he asked curiously, his eyes snapping back to yours.

"What?" you asked, caught off guard by his question.

"The job," he said, gesturing between the contract in your hands and the conference room you just occupied. "You gonna say yes?"

"How do you know about that?" you asked curiously.

"I know things," he said passively, shrugging his shoulders. "How 'bout I show you around? You can see the place before you decide anything."

You wanted to say no. You wanted to run away and retreat into yourself once more. Though something about the way he was looking at you made it hard to do so.

So, you agreed.

And that's how everything started.

You took the job, moving into the compound a few days after that. You quickly made friends with the girls, and they became your support group; they would help you when it came to shopping for clothes or finding the right outfit for events. They offered to go for walks with you or do yoga - anything you felt like doing, really. You still felt inferior to them from time to time, but not because they made you feel that way; no one at the compound did.

Only yourself.

When it came to the boys, it was more or less the same thing. You felt comfortable around them, and you never minded close contact or them seeing you in tighter fitting clothes.

Everyone was family, and it never felt awkward or uncomfortable around them.

Except for when it came to Bucky.

You still grew closer to him over the months of you living at the compound so far, but it hasn't been easy. It was a constant challenge, and it grew harder for you day after day.

When it came to you working alongside him on his missions, everything was great. Nothing with him changed, aside from him throwing out a few more flirty comments. And, since you still had the safety net of being behind comms, you threw some right back at him.

Once the missions were over, though, it was hard to be around him. You wanted to be around him, but it was nearly impossible. Your feelings for him grew, and the stronger your feelings were, the more distant you became.

You were careful to only wear sweaters or loose tees paired with sweatpants around him, making sure he would never catch sight of the extra weight you carried around. You quit eating around him; it's not like you had bad eating habits, but you couldn't shake the panic that he would somehow be disgusted, that he would think the reason you're so chubby was because of your diet. You stopped sitting near him during movie nights, and you never hugged him. No matter how much you itched to wrap your arms around him when he came home safe from missions, you couldn't risk him feeling the rolls your body carried, or how soft and pudgy you were.

It was driving Bucky crazy.

From the minute he finally set his eyes on you, he couldn't get you out of his head. He was beyond thrilled when you agreed to Stark's offer, and he couldn't wait to take the opportunity to get to know you - which was a massive step for him. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling he did something to upset you.

He grew more confused every day. When it came to conversing over the comms during missions, you two were like a well oiled machine; giggles and flirting and jokes of previous missions. No one would ever know something was amiss.

Yet when everyone would return home, it was like a switch was flipped. You greeted everyone with hugs and smiles and affection, and Bucky always waited patiently for his turn: but it never came. Instead, you turned to him with an awkward smile and shining eyes and gave him the traditional "welcome home, soldier" that, despite everything, always pulled a smile from his lips.

He racked his brain every night trying to figure out if he did something, if he said something, but he could never come up with anything. He could never find a reason for the way you would some days leave the room as soon as he entered, for why you always hid away from him when he would catch you off guard in workout clothes or formal attire. He could never come up with an explanation and it was eating him alive.

The final straw came for him on the night of Pepper’s birthday party.

He didn’t want to go, he never wanted to go to these things, but ever since you came around he found himself more willing to at least make an appearance; if only to see you. However, he wasn’t even positive if you were going to show up this time, given the way you’ve been so distant lately - and that made him not want to go at all. So he was biding his time, sitting in the kitchen and emptying a bottle of whiskey, trying to not make it obvious that he was waiting to see if you’d wander out of your room before he slipped away to the party.

You stood in front of your mirror for what felt like hours, never before feeling more diffident as you assessed your reflection. You’ve been to some of Tony’s parties before, but this was for Pepper - it was the most grandiose one you’ve attended to date. You weren’t left much choice but to dress your fanciest, and you felt so unfamiliar with your own body as your hands trailed down the fabric of your dress. It was form fitting, hugging every curve you had and accentuating your figure in a way you weren’t used to seeing. The straps were small and the cut was low, it travelled midcalf and had a small slit up the side, showing way more of your leg than you wanted. You had a burning desire to change, but Nat insisted you looked incredible, and Wanda already applied a touch of makeup to match the dress - not to mention you were already running late as it was.

With one last heavy sigh, you steeled yourself before slipping on your heels and marching out of your room. You thought of anything and everything you could as you marched down the hall, doing your best to pay no mind to the way you felt the fabric clinging to your body with every move you made. God, you really should have put on shapewear.

Bucky heard you before he saw you, your footfalls echoing through the floor in the same pattern he came to memorize in the months you’ve been here. He took a deep breath, prepared for the fact that you would most likely brush him off once more. He was not prepared, though, for the sight of you as you rounded the corner.

You were not prepared to see him sitting there, clad in a pressed suit, or for him to quite literally choke on the drink he was nursing as he took in your presence.

“Jesus, Bucky. Are you alright?” you inquired, conflicted between staying where you stood and approaching him.

A dismissive wave of his hand had you staying in place, your arms wrapping around your middle as you began to feel exposed to him.

“I’m fine, I’m good,” he coughed out, refilling his glass as if nothing happened.

You stood there quietly, completely unsure of what to do next. The silence was becoming louder and louder but you didn’t want to draw his attention to you. Not when you were looking like this. Not when he’d be able to see every curve and divot of your body, the protrusion of your stomach, the ample raise of your chest. You were really starting to regret not changing.

“Are you gonna stand there and stare all night or head to the party?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the glass before him. His tone was playful, but his voice had a rasp to it that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Oh, uh - sorry,” you muttered, clearing your throat as you slowly advanced in his direction. “Are, um-… are you gonna join the party?”

He huffed a small laugh, his eyes finally raising to meet yours only to find that you were looking almost everywhere but at him, effectively wiping the small smile from his face.

“I’m not so sure,” he said lowly, downing the contents of his glass as he kept his eyes on you.

You hummed, looking down at your hands before chancing a glance at him; his gaze on you so intense that you immediately looked away again.

“Well, I- I hope to see you there,” you said sincerely, wringing your fingers together. “You look really nice, Buck” you added quietly, looking up at him just long enough to flash him a warm smile before continuing through the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” he called after you, the hurt in his voice impossible to miss.

“What?” you asked in confusion, turning to glance in his direction.

“Did I do something wrong?” he repeated, leaning back in his chair. “Because ever since you moved in here, it’s like you can’t stand the sight of me.”

You couldn’t help the nervous chuckle that left you, shaking your head in disbelief. “That’s not true.”

“No?” he asked, his tone taking on a new edge. “Are you sure? ‘Cause you can’t even fucking look at me right now. You practically run from me when I enter the same room, you do everything you can to avoid me, and let’s not forget the fact that I’m the only one around here who you don’t hug after getting back from missions.”

“Bucky-” you tried to explain, but the lump forming in your throat stopped you short.

“I just wanna know what I did,” he carried on, voice softer this time. “I don’t know if you’re angry with me or- or if you’re scared of me-”

“I am not scared of you,” you interrupted, finally meeting his gaze. “Please don’t think that.”

“What else am I supposed to think?” he asked quietly. “Everything is fine when I’m out on the field, we- I get along with you better than anyone. But then I come home, and it’s not the same.”

“It’s not-... it’s not like that, Bucky,” you whispered sadly, unintentionally looking away from him again.

“Yeah, if you say so,” he said curtly, sighing in defeat as he filled his glass again. “Just enjoy the party, okay?”

“You’re not coming?” you asked, unable to keep the disappointment from your voice.

“Well, you’re just gonna avoid me anyway. Might as well make it easier for you and stay here,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the twirling glass in his hands.

“I don’t want you to think like that,” you admitted softly. “I- I don’t mean to do the things I do.”

“Then why do they happen?” he inquired, his eyes meeting yours and displaying a painful mix of hurt and confusion.

“Because,” you started, feeling your bottom lip quiver. “I mean, look at me, Buck,” you finished, as if that was explanation enough.

“Believe me, I’m looking,” he said gently. “And you look-... well, I wanna say you look beautiful, but that implies you don’t always look beautiful, so, I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to say,” he added, his voice so low he may as well have been speaking to himself, but you heard every word he muttered.

“...What?” you breathed out, staring over at him.

“What?” he questioned, glancing up to catch your eye.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat but it just kept on growing, forcing you to choke on your words.

“Hey, wait, don’t-... okay, now I really said something wrong, right?” he asked quickly, starting to panic as he watched your eyes fill with tears.

Shaking your head vehemently, you delicately wiped your eyes, hoping not to smudge the work that Wanda did for you. “No, you- I just didn’t expect you to say that. I-... I'm not used to hearing that."

"You're not?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

You almost laughed, and you probably would have if it wasn't such an embarrassing thing to admit. "No. I'm… guys don't really call girls who look like me beautiful."

He fell silent for a minute, eyeing you carefully before shifting in his seat, resting his arms on the table.

"You know, I've been alive for a pretty long time now," he said conversationally, as if you weren't on the cusp of a breakdown. "And I've also been quite literally around the whole world in that time. Some of it I remember, some of it… not so much. But even so, do you know what the one thing I can say with complete certainty is?"

You waited for him to go on for a moment before realizing he was actually looking for an answer. "No, what?" you manage to croak out.

He smiled softly, relaxing in his seat again. "I have, quite literally, never met anyone as beautiful as you. And I mean in both appearance and personality."

"But I- I'm not… I don't have the kind of body like the other women around here," you murmured, casting your gaze downwards as if you were ashamed of your words.

"So?" he asked incredulously. "Do you seriously think that you're automatically not beautiful just because you aren't the same size as them?"

"No, it- you can't- I'm not-" you tried to argue, but all you could get out were a few utterances before you had to choke back a sob, completely lost on how to express yourself.

"Is this why you've been avoiding me? Have I done something to make you uncomfortable?" he asked anxiously, fighting the urge to approach you.

"Yes. I mean no, I-" you cut yourself off with a sigh, taking a moment to consider your answer. "I've been too embarrassed to be around you. I-... I was afraid you'd be repulsed by me and that I'd lose you."

"Repulsed by you? A woman who puts fucking goddesses to shame?" he asked in disbelief. "Did me choking on my drink earlier not prove how taken by you I am?"

"Is that what that was?" you wondered, letting out a watery laugh.

"Yeah, that's what that was," he confirmed with a soft chuckle. "A guy does a real life spit take when he sees the girl of his dreams looking like the focus of a goddamn renaissance painting and she doesn't even realize it," he mumbled in exasperation, yet his eyes carried a playful sparkle.

"The girl of your dreams?" you repeated in shock, your voice a nervous whisper.

"Was that too cliché?" he questioned, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Maybe a little," you said playfully, sniffling quietly.

"I know how it feels, you know," he said softly. "To feel uncomfortable in your own body. But if you'd let me, I'll spend every day proving to you that I see you as nothing short of perfect."

You could only nod, giving him a weak smile as you fought back a wave of tears. "Yeah, I-... I could do that, too," you agreed quietly.

He grinned softly, greedily taking in your appearance once more before tearing his eyes away. "Come on," he urged, downing his drink before standing up. "You owe me about seven dances."

"Where does that number come from?" you asked with a laugh, watching as he approached you.

"For how many parties you snubbed me at so far," he replied casually, stopping as he stood before you.

"I never snubbed you," you grumbled, peering up at him.

"Sure you didn't," he teased, carefully wiping the tears from your face.

"Do I still look okay?" you asked nervously, fidgiting slightly under his touch.

"Gorgeous as ever," he replied sincerely.

You couldn't help but grin, laughing a little anxiously. "Okay. Come on, or else we won't have enough time for all those dances."

Bucky laughed happily, taking your hand and rushing to join the party, having you giggling in his wake as you did your best to keep up.

You let him whisk you away for the rest of the night, leading you through all the dances you owed him; and a few more, for good measure, as Bucky put it.

He stayed true to his word, and there wasn't a second that you spent with him where you didn't feel like the most ravishing woman to walk the earth.

Especially when he took his precious time in the dark of the night to memorize and worship every inch of your body over and over again.

So as you sat here now, watching from across the room as he danced with the crowd, you couldn't help but feel foolish. Foolish for letting your thoughts take away the extra time you could have had with him, foolish for ever thinking this incredible man would ever judge you for something so trivial. Foolish, foolish, foolish.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you heard from beside you, ripping you from your reverie.

You turned your head, grinning as you saw the very man himself had taken up the seat to your left. "What, get tired of dancing already, old man?"

He gasped, feigning offense as he took in your words. "I'd watch who you're calling old, sweetheart," he warned playfully.

"I'd watch who you're calling sweetheart. I happen to be a married woman now, you know," you replied jovially.

"Married, huh? Should've known I didn't stand a chance," he lamented, shaking his head. "How about a pity dance?" he suggested with a grin, holding his hand out to you.

You giggled softly, taking his hand with a grin of your own. "Lead the way, Mr. Barnes."

"Anything for you, Mrs. Barnes," he replied with a wink, leading you to the dance floor.

And just like he did three years ago, he whisked you away and led you through a whole seven dances; and a few more, for good measure.

You were a flame, finally ignited, and Bucky was your match.

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umeoniii · 1 year

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aot women during sex

pt 1: mikasa, hange, annie

!: fem bodied reader, hange uses she/her and is afab, cannabis in annie’s.

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mikasa: mika is definitely a sub. there's only few times where you'd see her otherwise. she's vocal but not super during sex. only allowing little hiccups and whimpers to escape her lips. she's also a crier, not like sobs but like tears streaming down her cheeks typa cry. she likes to have sex whenever you do, she doesn't really ask for it often bcs she gets nervous. you assure her that you like it when she's clear about what she wants, she still never asks either way. she likes to scissor or just eat you out vise versa. she tries to give but it doesn't always work out, she doesn't like always receiving so she suggests 69 a lot, so the both of you will experience pleasure.

★彡

you came home after a long days work of running errands, to be greeted with your girlfriend lying on the couch. she sat with her head buried into her hands. you put down your bags and come and sit yourself next to her "mika, baby what's wrong?" you pull up her chin. her glossy eyes look up.

“i tried something new today, didn't go so well." she said softly. you pulled her closer.

"what'd your try today 'hun?"

she buried her face back into her hands in an embarrassed manner.

you had no clue what she could've done that made her like this, mostly everything did but like she was so flustered it had to be something more.

“i said what'd you do today baby?"

she picked her head up with a small smile on her face, she cupped her hands and whispered to you.

"mhm, the other day, i was shoppin' online and i had saw somthin that caught my eye." she paused

“i know you're always busy n' stuff but i cant help that i have feelings too, so i bought it, but things just aren't the same." she said teary eyed.

"what are you tryna say, mikasa?" as you looked at her you couldn't help but notice how genuinely ashamed she looked. you already assumed what she was gonna sputter out, but you wanted her to say it for herself, she was a big girl after all, she can use her words.

"i bought a vibe n' a dildo." she said looking at her red fuzzy socks.

you weren't surprised she indulged in something like that, you actually had thought about it deeper, what she'd look like stuffin' her dildo into her pussy, whining trying not to let out anything louder than a small cry.

you looked back at her.

"so mikasa you masturbated, why are you all sad n' shit?"

she looks over at you shaky.

"because.."

"because what?"

“i didn't want the dildo or the vibrator." she said softly

"then why'd you buy it?"

you knew that's not at all what she meant, you were fucking with her. you wanted her to voice what she had actually wanted.

"no no i meant i didn't want the dildo or the vibrator cause..”

you turn your head towards you and mikasa’s calico cat, bunnie, rubbing against your leg. you rub his head with a soft smile.

"cause i want you to do it, not plastic or silicone, or whatever it's fuckin' made of." she mumbles

thats all you needed to hear.

"c’mere" you beckon her to sit on your lap, she sits herself down.

you look at her, your hands leading to her plush ass. you lean in to kiss your girlfriend. your lips sinking into eachother, pink tongues swirling around eachothers mouths. you work your hands up her shirt fondling her tits.

and squeezing her nipples until they're rock hard. you stop the kiss and look at her.

mikasa has always been such a cutie. her short black hair, silver eyes, and an ass that anyone couldnt help but stare at. though she was so tough and scary at times, she was still so scared to even ask her girlfriend to have sex.

"how'd it feel?" you ask her.

“it was okay, i like it better when you do it though."

she pulls off her cashmere sweater, the one her parents got her for christmas. how would they feel if they knew how quickly she was to take it off at a time like this? you notice she wasn't even wearing her bra under it, or panties. she was quick to pull off your shirt, and jeans. you helped by unclamping your bra and taking off your underwear. she pulled off your bra and threw it across the living room.

leaving the two of you in nothing but the matching necklace you two had bought for eachother on your anniversary.

as mikasa still sat on your lap you felt her wet pussy rubbing against your leg. she couldn't even help herself anymore as she rocked her hips and rode your knee. her slick wetting your thigh. her soft whines were like a never ending symphony, something you would never get tired of.

you picked your girlfriend up and lied her on her back, putting your head in between her legs, looking at her puffy clit and glimmering pussy. you start licking at her lips before she stops you.

"you know you don't always hafta’ do all the work.” she says softly

you hover your dripping cunt over hers and put her leg over your shoulders. you and her make eye contact for a second before she gives you a quick nod.

you start rolling your hips, your puffy clit and hers making continuous contact. the only sound in the room are those of mikasa's cries.

she starts grabbing at her breasts trying hard not to get louder than she wants to.

" 's okay baby, you can be louder." you assure her rubbing her flushed cheeks.

just as your wet bud bumped against hers you heard her sniffling, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whines.

"y/n oh my god." she gasps gripping the arm of the couch.

cream coated both your pussies as you continue grinding on your lover. you tried to stifle a moan as your girlfriend grabbed hold of your breasts. twisting and pinching your nipples.

as you hover over mika your necklace dangles over her head, casting a sun shaped shadow over her breasts.

you continue riding your girlfriend until you feel the sensation you get before your about to cum. so good it reminds you of what it feels like to finally sneeze after losing it many times.

"mika 'm bout to cum." you say softly looking at your raven haired girlfriend.

she moves a strand of her hair stuck to her hair from sweat. you continue rocking your hips as you feel your climax fall onto you. covering your mouth with one hand as you let out a quiet yelp.

your girlfriend continues to ride as your body trembles from overstimulation. as you look down on your girlfriend, vison blurry you watch as her breast bounced up and down. you admire your girlfriend as she cums.

gripping the couch, eyes tightly shut, mouth agape gasping for air. god, mikasa's adorable.

she covers her eyes with her arm.

whispering to herself

“the vibrator got me no where, that's why it didn't go well."

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hange: mi favorita, love her. hmmmm. hange is a soft dom, not aggressive. everyone says this and i agree: she's up to trying new things. hange's the opposite of mikasa and is very vocal, a little too vocal. she moans, groans, whimpers, whines all of it. she grips things too. she's lowkey really aggressive twoards herself during sex. she loves giving, more than receiving. she literally doesn't care about positions. what she likes to do is eat her s/o out. it's the reason she lives and breathes. she likes it way more than grinding against her lover.

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“fuck han, keep goin!" you moan pulling at your girlfriends hair. you were sitting on the sink of levi's bathroom. he would've been pissed if he knew why you and hange suddenly intruded his blabbing about vacation to use his bathroom.

so while hange was eating you out, the others all sat downstairs hopefully worrying about the vacation and not the long time you and hange were in the bathroom.

she pushed her glasses up to where they sat in her hair and pushed her index and middle fingers in you. causing you to almost scream. as soon as she heard that she got up and pulled you into a long steamy kiss in hopes you'd shut up. putting you into a trance. she continued fingering you, your cum and juices staining your skirt and the counter.

"mm, bouta' cum." you break the kiss. she kisses you cheek, then works her way down to your neck sucking on your sweet spot. you close your thighs and squeeze her arm.

"stop, they're gonna see it."

she looks at you with an irritated face.

"say a spider bit you." she continues

"he's not gonna believe that, he would never in a million years have a spider in his home." you whine.

she slaps your thigh.

"shut up."

cum soaks hange's fingers as you reach your climax, clenching around her fingers and rolling your eyes back. you set your head back onto the mirror behind you.

"all that whining and complainin' made me oh so aroused. say you'll help me out wouldia?" she smirks

"but we've been in here long enough!" you whisper scream

“i don't care, you did nothing but complain the whole time, if you don't wanna do something for me, then i'll just make sure they all see what we were really doing." she says with a straight face

did she really have no shame? you were scared coming in here because you already knew what she was going to do.

"fine.” you say in defeat sighing.

she sits on the sink as you get on your knees and pull down her pants and underwear.

her cunt glinted and dripped. she grabbed your head and forced you to start licking. it didn't take much to make her cum, especially considering what type timing you guys were on, that was already enough to fully arouse her.

you sucked on her hardened clit, and forced your two fingers in between her puffy folds.

"fuck, you're so good to me y/n.” she says looking down at you. you look up to meet the twinkle in her eyes as she said that.

you lick at her clit like a hungry puppy, rubbing your thumb on her tummy.

you rub her rigid g-spot more causing her to squirt all over your fingers, the mess getting all over levi's freshly mopped floors. she closes her legs and let out a shaky sigh.

you look up at her in horror, afraid of the mess you guys made in his bathroom.

"i told you it would be quick." she winked putting her glasses back on.

"what about the mess" you say scared, thinking of the possible consequences.

"we'll clean it, and let's just tell him it took long because we were snooping around upstairs and found something funny, k?" she says panting, staring at the ceiling.

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annie: annie is soft dom as well. she likes scissoring A LOT. as well as 69. she also likes when her s/o sits on her face. (i want annie so bad). she's a little vocal sometimes sayin "fuck" quietly but that's really it, it doesn't mean she's not enjoying it though. she cares about both her and her s/o's pleasure she likes giving though. she's the type to have sex high asf tbh with nothing but u on her mind.

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after a long week, there's nothing like staying at your friend annie's house and getting high. it's one of the only things you look forward to anymore. she opens the door for you beckoning you to come to her room and sit on the bed.

you sit on her comfortable black sheets and pull out your roller and paper, rolling the blunt. lighting it then placing it in between your lips you inhale then exhale. the citrusy taste coating your throat and taste buds.

after a few more puffs you already feel like you're on cloud nine. you look over at your friend who was eating a whole strawberry shortcake. you let out a quiet snort.

"why do you have a whole cake?" you look at her.

"don't know, i've been craving cake for a while, so i picked one up earlier" you laugh, getting comfortable in her bed.

you look up to see her offering you a fork so you can both chow down on it. she licks the frosting off her fork.

“i bet you taste sweeter.” she whispers rubbing your thighs, looking up, earl sweatshirt playing in the backround.

you look over at her, snatching the blunt from her, straddling her lap.

she looks up at you with a lazy smirk.

she slides her hands under your shirt still maintaining eye contact.

she cups your breasts under your shirt.

you bite your lips trying to stifle your moan.

she gets closer to your face, lips parted and meets your lips with a steamy kiss. the taste of cannabis lingering in the kiss. she squeezes your breasts even harder. you let out a breathy moan into the kiss.

she lies her head back onto the head board with you still on her lap, "want you on my face.” she whispers looking at the ceiling gripping your hips.

you push her down to where she's laying on her back then she pulls your shorts and panties off hungrily.

you hover your wet pussy over her mouth, she grabs your thighs and pulls you down on her face. you ride her face and nose as she laps at your cunt.

as you ride her face you move your hands down to her sweatpants, sliding your hands down her underwear. fingering her soaked pussy.

she moans into your cunt, her nails digging into your thighs.

you move your fingers up, rubbing at her hard clit, she closes her legs softly and starts shoving her tongue into your hole.

"annie feels... good." you moan, ruffling her hair.

she looks up at you her eyes red, still the blue stands out.

saliva running down the side of her cheeks and neck. her nose and your puffy clit creating friction.

"fuck, y/n”, she groans into your pussy

your thighs squeeze her head from the sudden vibrations it created throughout you.

as you slipped your fingers back into her you felt her clench around you, then you felt your finger get warmer and wetter. you look down at annie seeing her eyes shut tight.

you put the blunt back in your mouth in hopes to keep quiet, you didn't want her neighbors to complain, she continues eating you out.

it reminded you of the cake, how aggressively and fast she ate it, you felt she did it to provoke you, she got what she wanted.

you knock the blunt and put it in the crystal ashtray on her night table, as you cum all over annie's face. whimpering her name softly.

she slurps and licks up every last bit of it as she squeezes you thighs. she moves her head back to where her mouth is free.

" 's was sweeter than the cake." she whispers looking towards the cake

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a/n: i have revised and deleted this over and over bcs tumblr was messin my stuff up, but i hope u guys enjoy, also hange’s is mad short bcs my blog basically belongs to her ( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ ) . also requests are open!!

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atlafan · 2 months

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Layna's never been so ravenous for her boyfriend. Which is shocking because there have been many times where she's felt more than desperate to have his body on hers, but this is something different entirely.

Normally, she doesn't like winter by the time February hits. The holidays are long since over, and the snow is less magical. There's black ice everywhere, and the air hurts her face. All that being said, she just found a new reason to like winter.

Sweater vests.

She had no idea Harry even owned them until she saw him wearing one at the latest showing at her gallery. He looked so handsome. All dressed up in a pair of slacks, loafers, sweater vest, and a long jacket. He hasn't exactly been dressing appropriately for winter, so when she sees him walk into the gallery, she feels like the wind has been knocked out of her. Layna is a professional, but she only has so much willpower when it comes to Harry. She's let him fuck her in the backseat of her car in the gym parking lot for fuck's sake.

They lock eyes from across the room. Layna takes out her phone and sends him a text. He raises an eyebrow when he sees her name lit up on his phone.

You're mean

how am I mean?

You look too good

not sry

Bet you're wearing that nice cologne I like so much too

u bet ur🍑

need you

ur werking

come to my office, no one will notice if I slip away for a few minutes

bet

Harry shoves his phone into his jacket pocket and makes his way to Layna's office. It's in such a private area, she's not worried about being caught. Besides, the gallery sold out. Her work is essentially done for the night.

So, that's how Layna ended up clutching at Harry's chest with her leg up over his hip, pressed up against the door of her office on a work night. His lips are on her neck, sucking on her like a leech as her fucks her with his fingers. Her fingers twirl in the material of the vest and she's doing her best not to make too much noise. Her lips are going to be incredibly swollen by the time they're done. She's panting and near convulsing in his arms. Her fingers move up to his hair to rug on. It's finally grown out to a length where she can actually tug on it again. He moans into her neck and pushes her harder up against the door. One of his hands presses flat against it by her head, and she can't help but whimper as she looks at his pulsing veins and rings.

"Shit, I'm gonna make a mess." She gasps when she feels Harry's fingers fucking shallowly into her while his thumb rubs her clit. "I don't want to ruin your pants."

Harry pulls away and looks at her before sinking to his knees and wrapping his lips around her clit as he continues to fuck her with his fingers. Her hands fly right back to his hair. She nearly loses her balance, but Harry keeps her stead, placing one of her legs over his shoulder. He looks up at her and smirks, and that's when she loses it. She lets out a loud cry of his name as he laps away at her juices. He drags her panties back up when he's done and stands up slowly as he runs his hands up her body. He cups her jaw and licks into her mouth. She melts into him.

"I knew you'd like this outfit." He smirks. "Daddy cleans up real good when he wants to, hm?"

"You mean you did this to me on purpose?" She pouts.

"Payback for all your relentless teasing the last few weeks."

"You can't tell me that wearing shorts in the freezing cold doesn't look funny." She scoffs. "Besides, thought we made up from all of that."

"We did." He nods, squeezing her hips. "But I couldn't resist making you sweat."

"Well, you succeeded, and then some. Let me-"

"Nope." He steps back from her. "You can wait until we get home. I'm gonna shove my dick so far down your throat you'll be gagging all over it, and it'll ruin your pretty makeup. You're working, Layna. Compose yourself and be professional." He moves her, she's too stunned to speak. He wacks her ass before leaving the office.

A shiver runs up her spine. How much longer does she have to stay at work for?

NO COMPLAINTS BLURB

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles x oc #no complaints

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lomlhwa · 1 year

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only your scars (c.bg)

pairing: fiancé!beomgyu x fiancée!reader

preview: beomgyu struggled with self harm for a long time. all of that changed when he met you. he hasn't cut in ages. but now that you want to be intimate, he has to confess about his past.

warnings/tags: fem reader, mentions of self harm, mentions of scars on thighs and wrists, WOLFCUT GYU, scar kissing, praise, lipstick marks, mutual pining, pet names (my love, mommy, momma, my beomie), subby beomgyu oml, so much kissing, hand holding, crying (kinda the sexy kind, kinda not), riding yay, lots of ass grabbing, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampies

trigger warnings: there's only one brief description of active cutting and that's it. the scars are an active mention though.

wc: 2.0k

song recs for this fic: o sole mio by sf9, blame me by monsta x, she's the one by monsta x, fairy of shampoo by txt

a/n: i didn't plan this but i'm dedicating this to @toxicccred because she's so sweet and i think she deserves some comfort (before anyone attacks me, i struggled with cutting.)

beomgyu has never loved anyone more than he loves you. his love for you is immeasurable. you keep him grounded and make him feel safe just by being in the same room as him. you remind him why he’s still fighting for himself. fighting to keep going.

honestly, beomgyu used to cut himself. wrists, thighs, pretty much any open expanse of skin that he could cover up with clothes and/or jewelry. as much as he hated the sight of blood, and the way the scars changed his skin, he did it all the time. he was ashamed of his coping mechanism but honestly, it worked.

he slowly accumulated a plethora of scars over the years. some faded, some still bright red. whenever there were just too many healed ones, he’d feel the compulsion to make new ones.

but all of that overwhelming negativity came to an abrupt halt the day you confessed to him. the day you told him how your heart decided to perceive him. tears filled his eyes and his lip quivered as you spoke to him.

“i like you, choi beomgyu,” you said. a smile spread across your beautiful face and he could tell that you meant it. you looked deep into his soul that day and found something in him to fall in love with.

“i like you too, y/n y/l/n,” he had responded. you almost didn’t hear him when he told you he reciprocated. his voice was so shaky and he had spoken quietly to try and keep his voice steadier.

once you knew it was mutual, you spent every waking moment together. you went on every date imaginable with beomgyu. you went to dinner, on walks in the park, took vacations together and even just had movie nights at one of your houses.

eventually, beomgyu had enough of having to leave his house to see you. so, the next time you met up, he popped the question. “will you move in with me?”

of course you said yes. the feeling of not wanting to be apart had always been mutual. you hated leaving him alone in his house. you always worried about him. you wanted to constantly check up on him and make sure he was okay.

you didn't know why you worried so much though. at this time, you didn't know about his past cutting habits. he kept that a secret from you in fear that you would find him disgusting or end up dating him just because you pitied him. you had yet to be intimate therefore his secret was kept pretty well.

one time, you almost caught a glimpse of some of his scars. you came home early, unannounced. he wasn't expecting you for at least 2 more hours. but here you were. thank god you called out for him before entering the room. he hadn't been wearing a sweater over his tank top, leaving raised scars exposed. he threw on a hoodie just before you opened your shared bedroom door. he was sure you'd caught a glimpse of his wrist based on your widened eyes. but, to his relief, your eyes were widened because his fast movements had scared you.

after that close call, he made sure to always be wearing enough clothes to hide the scars, even if you weren't home. he didn't know when or if he'd ever be ready to admit his shortcoming to you. he wanted to, but it just felt like your opinion of him would change.

now, 3 years after being together, he popped the real question. the one that he almost thought would turn you away. but, yet again, you proved him wrong.

“will you marry me, y/n?”

with tears filling your eyes, gasps coming from your mouth, you agreed. “oh my god, of course i’ll marry you!” you pressed your lips to his and you swallowed all his sobs. you said yes to marrying him despite the flaws that he still has hidden.

okay, fast forward to now.

you’ve finally confided in him that you want to have sex. you’ve been together for long enough that you feel it’s time. you’ve expressed your concern about why he hasn’t asked you to be intimate earlier.

so, here he is, panicking while waiting for you to get home from work. today is your agreed day to finally sleep together. he’s been counting the seconds ever since the clock hit 6:00pm. you’re due home any moment.

beomgyu has gone through every possible reaction you could have to his skin. disgust, sadness, pity, anger, anything. he doesn’t know if he’s ready for any of your reactions. he doesn't know if he’s ready for any of today’s events.

his panic is interrupted by the jingling of your keys outside the front door. he debates running out the back door and hiding from you. but, it’s too late. you’re here and it’s time.

“hi, my beomie,” you say, your voice sweet and soft. he looks at you with a twinge of fear in his eyes. you place your bag down on the bench by the door and slide your shoes off. you walk over to him and sit next to him on the couch. you take one of his hands into both of yours.

“are you ready?” you ask. you lift his chin with your index finger, forcing him to look at you. his lip quivers and yet he nods his head. he wants this.

“i need to tell you- well show you something first,” he says. he gets up from the couch and pulls you to your shared bedroom. he ushers you to sit down on the foot of the bed. the look in your eyes tells a story of confusion and concern.

he takes a shallow breath before hooking his fingers on the hem of his shirt. “no, wait, gyu, you don’t have to strip yet,” you explain. he shakes his head. he needs to do this and now. before you decide you want to strip him yourself.

he closes his eyes and lifts his shirt over his head and discards it on the floor. he shimmies out of his pants as well, adding them to the small pile of clothes. he keeps his eyes closed as he waits for a sound to come out of you.

when nothing happens, he opens his eyes slowly. he makes eye contact with you and his heart immediately breaks. your eyes are watery, tears already staining your flush cheeks. he already regrets stripping.

“y/n, i-,” you wave him off. you wipe your face and get off the bed. you take his face into your hands and smile softly, wiping his tears with your thumbs. “you’re still beautiful, my love,” you press your lips to his a couple times. you look at him in the eyes as more tears fall.

“please, lay on our bed,” you move out of the way for him to get on. he settles, leaning against the headboard. you sit on his right side, on your knees. you take his right arm into your hand and run your fingers over his scars.

you raise his wrist to your mouth and place a kiss on one of the scars. you scan his face for a reaction but you don’t think he’s registered it yet. so, you kiss another one. and another one. until you’ve trailed all the way up his arm.

you look up at him again and he’s fully blown sobbing. his other hand is covering his mouth as quiet sobs take him over. you continue your process despite his crying.

you lean down and kiss the scars that litter his right thigh. you use your right hand to massage his other thigh. you press kisses to every scar that covers his skin. reddish lipstick marks remain on his pinkish scars.

by the time you’re done with his right side, he’s bordering on inconsolable. he’s making you start crying again. “beomie… are you still sure you want to sleep with me? we can wait for another time,” he shakes his head.

“i want this,” he wipes his face and takes a deep breath. he grabs you by the back of the head and brings your face to his. he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to straddle him. his hands rest on your clothed ass, massaging it.

he tugs at your shirt before disconnecting from your lips for a moment to get it off fully. he traces your hip bones lightly as he kisses you deeper. you grind down on him subconsciously, earning you a soft moan against your mouth.

“my beautiful beomie,” you say as you pull away. you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “can i ride you, my love?” you ask him so tenderly that it almost throws him off. he shakes his head yes. you smile softly and mumble ‘okay.’

you get off of him and pull your pants off. you tug your panties off to follow your pants. your only remaining clothing item is your bra. you crawl onto the bed and hook your fingers on the waistband on beomgyu’s boxers. he nods at you and lifts his hips.

as soon as his boxers are off, he tries to hide himself with his hands. you remove them carefully and go back to straddling him. you reach down to align him with your entrance. you sink down slowly and beomgyu throws his head back.

“ffffuck momma,” he whines. you rest on him for a moment, getting used to his size. his legs shake slightly under you. he’s wanted this for so long and now that it’s happening, he’s full of every emotion in the book.

“i’m gonna move now, beomie,” you tell him. you lift yourself up and down slowly on his length so he gets used to the movements. he bites his lip, almost hard enough to break the skin. his eyes roll so far back into his head that he fears they might get stuck.

you bring his left wrist to your mouth and place kisses on it like you did with his other one. you tongue at the raised marks, the lipstick covering his arm. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you finally ask. through shaky breaths, he tries to compose his thoughts.

“i t-thought you’d leave me,” he confesses. “i thought y-you’d find me repulsive,” his voice is weepy and it breaks your heart. you kiss the tears that leave his eyes as you pick up the pace. his hands find your ass again, this time being able to knead the exposed skin.

"i would never," you say, a hint of shock painting your face. how could he think so lowly of you? why would you leave him for something that was entirely a result of him coping? he deserved to be comforted.

"i love you, mommy," he says, his hands gripping your ass tighter as his high creeps up on him. he lifts his back off the headboard to kiss you softly. he plants kisses all over your face and neck.

"i love you too, my beomie," you gasp and whine as he ignites the fire in your core. "please, cum for me, momma," he begs. you nod as he takes over your movements, snapping his hips up to meet yours.

your eyes roll back and your high crashes into you. your hips stutter as beomgyu continues thrusting to meet his high. you whine from overstimulation as he snaps his hips one more time before spilling into you.

you collapse onto him, nuzzling your nose into his neck. you peck his sweaty skin lightly before moving to get off. "no, not yet, wanna stay inside you," he pouts. you could never say no to him. you get comfortable cockwarming him.

"you can stop dressing like it's winter all year round now," you giggle. he shrugs. he's not comfortable in his scars yet, but he's sure he'll get there.

he loves you more than anything.

#lomlhwa #txt #tomorrow x together #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #txt smut #tomorrow x together smut #beomgyu smut #choi beomgyu smut

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generallysapphic · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet with Shuriri x Reader! (+18)

y’all really loved the shuriri headcanons so here are some more! i’ve wanted to do the NSFW alphabet for some time and now i cannn ehehhe

now this is a poly couple so i’ll be talking about riri x you, shuri x you, AND riri x shuri because they was fucking loooonnggg before the meet you in my headcanon so enjoy!

warnings; obviously sex, overstim, crying kink, squirting, public humiliation kink, smothering kink, mention of tribbing 👀, joke about a p*ss kink (it happens so fast yall chill out), rough handling, breeding kink, name calling, bullying kink, lab and public sex, vibranium strap, and brat taming.

tagged readers (thanks for the support, don’t forget to reblog !!) : @vlkyriesverse @noneofyabuisnezs @imshurisbabymama @widowmakker @rxcently @playgurlxoxo @verachii @lovelyaliengirl @yani-dere @xellabrownx @chidinma @lunax0654 @kiraecl1pse @xoxo-dede @shurisbbymama @natsgirlfriend @prettymuchboodup @imlame23 @shurishoe @blackgcomica @atssukoo @birdbirdbirdbird123456878900

A = Aftercare (What’re they like after sex?)

they’re both gods at aftercare, having taken care of each other for so long. riri likes to talk you through it, make sure you’re all the way calmed down and shuri likes to bring you water and hot towels while you recover.

they both use the green light system, and you guys do have a safe word that’s very rarely used. (it’s the word black)

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part)

ass, ass, asss!! they both love a nice butt, but riri more especially; what can she say she’s from chicago! riri will do whatever she can to fondle, grope, hold, or just even touch your ass wherever she can.

she also loves your neck, not just because she’s at the height of it, but because it’s so sensitive. right where your ears start to your gorgeous collarbones, she leaves hickies on it whenever she can, often complimenting her work with a smirk when she sees you wear a sweater despite the comfortable 70 degrees outside

on shuri, riri likes her arms, they’re so toned and strong and one time after a mission went wrong she fucked everything she had into riri who couldn’t walk for the next few days, but all riri can remember is how easy it was for shuri to hold her down and stay in place.

shuri absolutely loves your mouth. she likes sucking on your lips and holding your tongue against her. she’s all for spit and slobber because to her it means she’s doing good and you can’t hold back; she thinks you look prettiest when your mouth is wide open when youre cumming and you’re drooling too.

she also loves your breasts. much like riri, she’ll take any and every opportunity to handle them wherever she can. she’ll come up behind to give you a hug, which always results in her groping your tits usually playing with your nipples and letting the flesh run through her fingers

now of course, shuri loves riri’s thighs, fuck does she love her thighs. shuri was eating riri out once and riri had cum over and over and at that final orgasm, she was practically smothering shuri who didn’t let up. when she finally let go, shuri said breathless, “i would die between your thighs if you asked me,”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

it’s their life goal to make you have a fulfilling orgasm, mostly because you tend to cream and squirt, which they both love. they love lapping up your cum too with their tongues, fighting over who gets more sometimes.

you and shuri both looovve making riri cum all for the sake of her noises, her deep baritone moans and her gasps and breaths sometimes can tip anyone over if she’s stimulated enough. riri doesn’t (or hasn’t with y’all) squirt, and her cum is usually pretty watery thin and long and sticky and it ruins the sheets but fuck it’s so hot to see, when her clit pulses and her entrance squeezes around nothing and she’s lets out “fuck, fuck,” over and over again.

the queen’s orgasms are something to behold. shuri isn’t as loud during sex compared to you and riri, but when she’s cumming, she’s fucking cumming. her eyes will roll back and her jaw will tighten and her thrusts will get sloppy and she’ll let out a sexy drawn out curse in xhosa that you’ve both come to the conclusion means , “i’m cumming, fuck” repeated over and over. her cum is a little bit more milky like yours and it’s just so so fucking sweet like she’s been dipped in cocoa. you and riri can’t get enough.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

riri loves it when she’s put in her place, she loves when someone can tell her what to do and fucking mean it. you and her have tried it before, shuri giving you some tips, and fuck, the orgasms you both had were incomparable to anything like it before. you both try to switch it up every now and again but usually she’s telling you what to do.

shuri loooves public humiliation, and it’s definitely a secret because she doesn’t share at all. no one should see riri or you the way she does but if she could make you cum in secret in a room full of people? oh she’s taking the chance of a lifetime. riri told you about the one time shuri had set her kimoyo beads to vibrate against her and while holding her hand against riri’s lap, the beads moving silently against her clit until she couldn’t take it and had to leave the meeting. riri was fucked about 6 times that night.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

surprise, riri is more than shuri! riri is late in her sophomore year when she starts dating shuri, and by then she’s got about 5 or so bodies under her belt. all women, all fine, and all cumming harder than they can ever remember. it was a well known secret around campus

and even though shuri doesn’t have as many bodies (mostly because of the snap bc we know she would’ve been hoeing for real) she’s a fast learner. the two girls she has fucked threatened to leave the country if she didn’t continue a relationship with them, and well, they left. shuri had no intention at the time for such commitment. she met riri later that year and something clicked, the rest is history.

F = Favorite position

easy; for riri she likes you on her lap in missionary. she wants to see your face and the pussy she’s pounding into. she wants easy access to your neck so she can bite and the ability to grope your butt as she thrusts into you.

when y’all are tribbing, youre on top of riri. she loves seeing you lose your balance and hold onto her tight thighs and gasp above her it’ll make her come in a heartbeat.

shuri loves loves loves backshots but not as much as she does cowgirl. if you two aren’t sharing a vibrator, the stimulation from you bouncing on her dick drives her insane, seeing your tits move up and down and you dig your nails into her abdomen is gonna get her everytime.

shuri and you rarely scissor but when you do, of course she’s on top. she likes the control of being on top of you, seeing your head go back and your thighs ache against her will be more than enough to make her fuck into you faster.

shuri likes to take riri doggy style, riri cums so fast that way and neither of them ever understood why. riri loves when shuri is breathing against her neck and when she feels her thrusts get sloppy, she loves hearing how wet they both sound it’ll drive her crazy.

much like you riri stays on the bottom when shuri tribs her. it’s intense because riri’s hood is very very small so most of her clit is out and open and ready for the taking. she’s cums fast and long when shuri or you trib her and it’s her favorite quick way to get off.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious or humorous?)

shuri fucks for a reason so she’s not one to play. she’s concentrating, and she’s all in all enthralled with her partners so no joke can take her out it at all. she’s not one to joke either during, but maybe after she’ll make fun of you or riri for how fast you both came or how loud you were.

riri can pop a couple of jokes but she gets serious when shes fucking and getting fucked, she takes her and y’all’s pleasure very seriously. much like shuri she can joke after the fact but before you and shuri have come at least three times, she’s not laughing at all.

H = Hair (How well groomed?)

they’re both damn near bald, much like you. riri most times shaved her hair into a heart but everything else is waxed on a two week basis. shes doesn’t mind hair at all, she’ll eat and fuck whatever you put in front of her no questions asked, but she herself likes to be shaven

shuri has no hair, mostly before she needs to wear skin tight protective wear under her back planter suit. so she’s shaved all the time regardless. much like riri; she doesn’t mind hair, she’s a fucking munch she’ll go to town no matter what unless you tell her to stop. but for her safety and to avoid chaffing, she’s bald as well.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they during?)

riri loves taking her time with you. she’s gonna pick you apart and tease you until the slightest touch from her has you doubled over and whining.

she loves kissing you before you cum, while you cum, after you cum, she’s gonna have her mouth on you any and everywhere. she’s very intimate and likes to encourage more of the feeling of being together than the need to cum.

she and shuri had a session that lasted nearly 6 hours of them just exploring each other and finding out their likes and dislikes. she does the same with you and y’all three did it together for about 8 hours.

shuri peaks at intimacy, she’s not one for quickies or those hard fucks that are just to blow off steam; she wants to make you crumble and watch you fall apart. it’s good for her too, understanding and learning you as much as she can.

she loves talking to you, encouraging you to be loud and to cum and to tell her what you want, she’s always in your ear telling you you’re doing good and those sorts of things and she won’t stop until youve let up yourself.

she loves those elongated sessions you three with have after you’ve spent too much time apart; her being queen, riri being ironheart, and you still in school full time. so when the day comes you and riri are in bed for about two days straight being picked apart by your love.

J = Jack off (Masturbation, obviously!)

riri and her vibrator are twinning fr, shes never with out it. she has a small silicone dildo that’s been pushed away because her pussy has been molded to fit shuri and shuri only, but when she needs it she’ll use it.

she rarely needs to masturbate though, even if shuri’s busy, you’re not and even if you are, shuri isn’t. she’s got plenty of options, but if she needs a quick little stimulation, she’ll fuck on the pillow you three share just to have something of you both close to her, your scents engraved on her skin as she cums.

shuri rarely does. after your sessions, she’s satisfied until she isn’t and usually then she’ll just go to one of you and fuck it out her until you’ve both cum and are breathless.

but when she absolutely needs to, like a late night in the lab and you both are asleep, she’ll likely just rub her clit in small circles and think of you two. most times she’ll have a sweater or a pair of underwear to smell to push her over and when you two wake up, she’s fucking you both once more.

K = Kink (self explanatory)

riri has a very near piss kink and won’t admit it. she loves making you squirt (and won’t stop until you do) and has made one too many “i don’t care if you’re peeing on face time, don’t put me on mute” jokes for you to push past it, but it’s never outwardly said.

a kink she’s very outwardly excited about is her breeding kink; she calls you mami all the time, and when she gets into the mood she’ll fuck into you like she wants to cum inside you. the dildos shuri has made for you both allows her to do so and when she does, she doesn’t let up. dirty talk is must during these times, “you want me to breed you, mami? come inside you, yeah?” and you always nod along and moan blissfully.

with shuri she loves getting slapped slightly. as mentioned earlier her clit is pretty wide and after she comes shuri often slaps it, making her jump and slip out some more cum and moan. she likes when shuri rough handles her and makes her take it. shuri’s more than happy to give her a little pain.

shuri loves for breeding as well but she really has a dirty talk kink. you really didn’t see it at first but once she asked you how badly you need her and you went on a tangent and you swore she fucked you harder than she’s ever before. she moves deeply as you keep talking and one day after the fact you ask her if she has that kink.

“well yes, doesn’t every one?” is her deadpan response. you continue to talk dirty, sometimes in her ear at meetings, most times in the lab when she’s working. she loves it every time.

with riri, she’s more aggressive, fucks her a little bit harder than she would you. she’s been with riri longer so she knows riri’s limits. she loves over stimulating her.

L = Location (Favorite place to be)

nothing beats fucking in the bedroom for them but riri likes to fuck you in her dorm and the lab sometimes. she loves when your completely all over her sheets, spread out on her bed, marking up it with your scent and cum.

in the lab, she likes giving you backshots over the desk, moving all of her equipment and fucking into you with the fear that someone, even shuri, could walk in and see you moaning and cumming all over her dick. the thrill of getting caught is what pushing you both over

shuri loves taking you in the balcony, she’s likes the view of the setting sun paired with your gorgeous moans. she loves when you whimper that someone could see you both if they look up high enough and she always retorts that everyone knows how much you love her dick anyways, “might as well give them a show, yeah?”

no one ever sees you two, obviously, unless they have binoculars which are banned within a certain feet of the throne room, but the thought is all in all exciting, so you never fuse at her too much.

speaking of thrones, she’s like you and riri both in the throne room the most. it’s such a sacred place and she loves watching you struggle to keep your voices down because it’s the only room in her kingdom that isn’t sound proof. she locks the door everytime but if either of you are too loud the dora milaje could come bursting through and see the princesses of wakanda falling apart at the hands of their queen. she loves the thought.

M = Motivation (What gets them turned on/ going)

you and riri both have a shared love, fetish, kink whatever you call it for shuri’s hands and jawline. so sharp and skilled they both are and seeing them in action — her working in the lab, maybe speaking entirely in xhosa to her elders and moving her jaw to pronounce her words correctly, whatever it is — you both feel hot and bothered in moments.

her accent is a killer too, when she says ‘baby’ or ‘my love’ it’s niagara falls for you both. sometimes riri will ask her to whisper when y’all are in others’ presence and need to be quiet and her buttery sexy accent will be lowered and her voice softer and it drives you both mad.

with riri, she likes when shuri is angry, when a project fails or she has to leave and do something as black panther. after seeing her in the lab slamming her fist against the table and punching a mannequin so far back into the wall, riri has never been the same. she loves when shuri acts like this because it usually means shuri is gonna take control and not fuck around, tell her what to do and put riri in her place where she belongs, and, as we’ve discussed, riri fucking loves this

shuri is turned on by both of you almost all the time anyways; she likes the way your hips sway when you walk and she likes riri’s overconfidence that she knows she can knock down a few pegs but what really gets her going is seeing you both needy. she loves it when she’s working late and you both come to her side and ask her to come to bed, you kissing her jaw and riri rubbing her back and fiddling with her hands. she completely melts for the both of you, her brain already racking on the many ways she came make you cum just with her hands alone. she loves when you’re both open and honest with her about what you really want instead of dropping hints. once that breathy, “please come to bed shuri,” leaves either one of your mouths shes on you in the next minute.

but for shuri and riri, she likes when riri is completely obedient. doing exactly what she says and taking everything shuri has to give. she loves how riri will crumble when she finally subs and it’s so lovely to see her outward exterior get destroyed with a couple of touches.

N = No (Something they’d say no to?)

neither are big fans or any SA scenarios and luckily neither are you. it’s not ever a conversation you three needed to have.

riri doesn’t like mean name calling, she’s more of a soft bully who makes you open up. calling you a bitch or whore or hoe makes her upset and best believe if she ever got called that herself she’d light any and everything up.

shuri hates undeserved pain. she’s okay with spanking you lightly and an occasional slap to your pussy, but slapping your face or handcuffing you is just not her thing. she likes making you squirm, sure, but if she needs to restrict you, she’ll just use her own hands.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving)

i’ll say it again, shuri is a fucking munch

most of her pleasure derives from yours and riri’s but when it comes to eating pussy? she’s doing it all for herself. she doesn’t hear wait or stop, she only lets up when the safe word leaves your mouth and even then, she’s kisses your swollen clit and licking the rest of cum off of your lips. and when you’ve calmed down she’ll ask in all seriousness, “can i finish now?”

though she won’t admit it, riri likes to get eaten out just as well. but she loves making you feel good too, so if you could work out a 69 situation, she’s set. riri is a little insecure with how she sounds so most times if her face is buried in your pussy while your face is buried in hers it’s mostly just to mumble her sounds.

P = Pace (How fast or slow are they?)

riri likes to fuck you fast and hard, she has a thing for making you wait to cum but she’ll always move in and out at a speed you can’t keep up in. even with tribbing, her sensitive clit has her chasing her high before most so she’s rubbing against you fast and hard, so eager to cum and get you there too

if you asked she’d take it slow, much like she did with your first time, but once you’d say ‘faster’ there was no need to tell her twice.

shuri takes her time with both of you; once more, her pleasure is yours and vise verse so she wants to pick you apart, kiss every inch of your body from your forehead to your toes. she thrusts with hard, long, slow strokes making you feel every. fucking. inch.

if she felt like you deserved it, she’d go faster but it’s unlikely she’s listening to your words at all, mostly hearing the way your pussy sounds as she’s fucking you and how sweet you sound when you beg for more.

Q = Quickie (How do they feel about them?)

riri doesn’t mind a quickie; fingering you in the shower before a class? she’s there. fucking against you in a hallway before a meeting? say less. meeting in her dorm to give her ‘good luck sex’ before the final she’s already passed? it’s done. of course she likes taking her time with you and not rushing to get over that edge but if she has to, she doesn’t mind one but

shuri hates quickies. best believe any ‘quickie’ of hers will lead to an elongated 4 hour sex session. she needs you and riri in your entirety, not still clothed and shoved into a closet, no way. when riri and her had a ‘quickie’ once, shuri missed a very important meeting because she wasn’t letting up or giving riri away just yet. shuri had decided that she would never fall for the lie of a ‘quickie’.

R = Risk (What’re some risks they take?)

they actually made a risk with you, not ever have been poly before. they had talked about for nearly months before splitting off and finding their perfect match, shuri looking in wakanda and riri heading to chicago since they knew home best. hence how they found you. after that it was a blooming relationship that balanced them completely; you gave riri the ability to be a dom from time and time while shuri was able to jst be a top with you since she had practically made you a pillow princess for her.

they’re both open to doing something in public, riri and you more than shuri but the conversation has started at least! other than that, you three had tried damn near everything that everyone was comfortable with.

S = Stamina (How long can they fuck?)

shuri could go for hours and hours. you nearly called her a stallion at one point after the third night in a row you had to tap out. riri adds a small, “now you see what i had to go through!” and you laugh but you genuinely don’t know how much abuse your pussy can take from all the rounds shuri can go

riri lasts at least 4 rounds and 3 orgasms, from both parties. she likes to make sure you get a good couple of orgasms in before she completely taps out and most times the last round will be long, drawn out thrusts to calm her own body down.

T = Toys (Do they have any toys?)

you all have your own personal collection of toys and, if put together, could be considered a small sex shop.

riri of course has her favorite vibrator and her small dildo that she so rarely uses now. she also has her favorite set of boxers that she puts all of her straps through which gives her some friction on her clit when she fucks you.

her favorite strap is the one shuri designed, just under 7” and small traces of vibranium run through it allowing for riri and shuri’s orgasms to be transferred inside you when they come while fucking you; it feels fucking incredible everytime.

she has some blindfolds and some lingerie for you and her to match and wear if you wanted (which you have) and some flavored lube, all of which is damn near gone.

shuri has about 6 different straps she uses evenly split between you and riri. riri gets the thicker ones, the ones she can squeeze around and pulse about without worry that her pussy isn’t full enough. all of riri’s straps come with a top piece that presses right against her clit that always, always makes her come harder than anything even

your straps that were curated just for you are longer and have a perfectly shaped head that always stabs your g-spot with incredible accuracy. shuri likes to milk your pussy for all its worth so she tries to push you over the edge with her strap alone and it’s always worked so far.

oh and of course her straps can come into you just as hard and just as intense as riri’s

the vibrator she has is mostly for her, small and quiet with just under 5 different speeds and settings.

she mostly buys any lingerie or toys you want; she’s satisfied with her straps and you riding her.

U = Unfair (How unfair are they?)

they both treat you unfairly in their own special ways

riri is the queen of bullying you. she edges you, teases you and makes you ask for it regardless. whether or not you being sweet or acting like a fucking brat, you cum when she wants you to.

most times she acts innocent too, “what baby? come on tell me sweetheart, i’m right here, tell me what you need, mami,” and you’ll say it over and over again and she’ll still chuckle in your face and say, “in a second baby, i’m not done playing with your pretty pussy yet, yeah? you’ll cum soon, i promise, love, just hold out for me, okay? be my good girl and wait for me, baby? it’ll be soon enough, i promise, mami,”

‘soon’ never arrives.

shuri, on the other hand, gives you everything you want, as long as you say it

her favorite line, “i’m not a mind reader, y/n, tell me and i’ll do it,” and she always, always delivers. but sometimes she’ll fuck you so dumb the words you need won’t come out and she’ll stop and frustrate you only to ask, “what, baby, you wanted me to keep going? say it, my love,”

it drives you crazy but you’re always gonna say it

shuri fucks riri as long as riri drops her ego and allows shuri to totally slut her out.

riri’s been her girlfriend the longest, shuri knows all her cues and her telltale signs so it’s like a second language when shuri fucks her. most times riri doesn’t need to ask, shuri will just let her cum and fun again, knowing riri is already giving her a lot by bottoming at all.

V = Volume (How loud are they?)

they both have their moments with you and each other.

riri is still working on coming out of her shell, still very nervous and insecure about her moans despite the praises both you and shuri give her, but she’s working on it regardless.

most times she’s dirty talking in your ear, telling you how pretty you sound and how much she loves your pussy and such, most of what she always says, but sometimes when you’re tribbing with her and your cumming you can hear her moaning and biting it back to just hear you but it comes out every now and again.

shuri is nearly the same, small grunts and moans can be heard but she really really loves hearing you and the way your pussy sounds. she’s all for dirty talk but more so coming from you. she loves to hear you say “you fuck me so good, my queen, oh my god i love you fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m all yours fuck me fuck my pussy please harder harder harder i need it,” and that’s everything she needs to hear.

when she’s cumming that’s the loudest she’ll get, shouting out that beautiful phrase and telling you how much she loves your pussy is the most you’ll get.

when she fucks riri, riri gets unabashedly loud. having been with shuri so long, she doesn’t mind or think shuri is going to belittle her or make fun of her in anyway, so she mostly lets go. shuri is always encouraging her, “that’s it love, let it all out for me, so good for me, that’s it, are you cumming for me sweetheart? yeah? let me hear it, baby, let me hear you. come on, my love, cum for me,”

W = Wild Card (random headcanon)

i like to think shuri loves certain phrases and how they affect you two. she says “lets make love, hmm?” in her sexy voice that she knows does something to the both of you, most times to see if y’all will blush up or actually respond

new flash it’s always the former

she loves to say sweet things when you’re getting down and dirty, praise you during the most filthiest moments and talk about your body as if she was a curator looking at art in a museum. she wants you to hear her all the time, “can i kiss your pretty pussy, my love? can i, really? oh, you’re so lovely, sweetheart, you give me so much thank you baby, i love loving you,” and it’s always. so. fucking. intense everytime.

riri won’t admit it to your face but if you and shuri ever tag teamed her one day with some brat taming in there? oh she’d propose on the spot. she loves feeling secure and if she knows she can be herself taken care of and be tamed by her two favorite people in the world, she’s done for.

she would listen to shuri, her harsh words falling to her ears as she sobs softly, “you’re such a fucking brat, you know that? but that’s okay, we’ll get you better won’t we, y/n?” and if you’re right there encouraging her, “yeah, we can fix you riri, just listen real good okay, honey? we’ll make it all better,” you promise. and she’ll sob and agree, “yeah, yeah i can be good, i’ll be good,”

and of course she is. shuri fucks her from the back, keeping her plugged with a heart shaped butt plug as you fuck her face with your pussy. it’s two amazing feelings as shuri bullies her, “you take me so well and act all big and bad, look at you now, hmm? such a slut, you’re so greedy, you keep squeezing me so good, fuck,” and you praise her as you reach your orgasm on her mouth, “aughh riri your mouth is so perfect for me, so goood, you’re so prefect baby, ahhh you want my cum, yeah? want me to cum in your mouth? oh fuck, fuck, i’m cumming can i come in your mouth baby? you gonna take it like a good girl? uh huh?” she cums at the same time you do you feel her vibrating moans against your clit which cause you to moan louder, bucking against her and squirting slightly into her mouth.

once you’re done you sit up and kiss all over her as shuri is still fucking into her and she lets out breathless moans, “i came, i came i came, fuck i can’t do it fuck fuck, shuri fuck i can’t,” and she’s sobbing a little now and you hold her close to you shushing her and you ask, “you wanna stop, baby? yeah?” and she nods and pleads once more and shuri leans down to her ear and kisses her there, “say it, my love,” and it sounds mean but her thrusts are light and tactical with shuri understanding she’s definitely over stimulated.

she gasps out, “i’m done can — can we stop i, uhhh fuck— i can’t take it, im … it’s too much, fuck please, please—” and shuri grabs her faces and kisses her mouth and pulls out. riri sighs heavily and falls completely on top of you on the bed gasping.

you rub her back as she sighs and shuri takes off the strap and kisses all over her back and massages her ass and pussy to calm them down.

you’re whispering, “good girl,” and so is shuri and she smiles and thanks you both.

X = X-ray (What’s downstairs?)

already mentioned but they’re both well shaven

riri has a bigger clit and smaller hood and her lips don’t hang. she has a mole on her left thigh that shuri and you love to kiss before devouring her

shuri is sprinkled in scars because of being black panther and there’s one near her right thigh and you and riri often rub before touching her pussy

her lips hang out and her clit tends to hid completely under her hood as it does need lifting for access, which no one minds.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

when they’re both there you’ll definitely know.

it’s harder for riri because a lot of time she has a high sex drive but won’t know what mood she’s in; whether or not she wants to dom or be dominated. usually she’ll rack her brain for memories of y’all’s session previously and that’ll help her get to a mode and then she’ll go to the respective partner who can handle her

shuri’s sex drive is higher, mostly increasing much like everything did when she became black panther. it didn’t surprise anyone so when she wants to fuck it’s an intense deep heat that she’ll want to satisfy above all else, regardless of anything that she was doing before

the world could be falling apart but if she wants her girlfriends she’s going to have them anywhere and anytime

Z = Zzz ( How fast are they asleep?)

riri is knocked out the minute y’all are done with aftercare, most times not even bothering to wrap her hair or put some pajamas on. she might wake up maybe twenty minutes later and grumble and shove a big shirt on before she’s out completely for the night; you often wrap a durag on her before she sleeps too heavily.

shuri needs a relaxer like some tea or herbs to get her muscles back and flexing again. she’ll make sure you were taken care of adequately enough before going to pee (and encouraging you to as well) and wrapping her hair and putting on her tracksuit before kissing you goodnight and heading to the lab. she says she gets her best work done after a good fuck at night and tucks you in before she’ll get there about three hours later herself.

holllyyy fuck that took too fucking long i’m tired lol

okay honesty hour; i got a lot work and some essays due next week so expect minimal posts and mostly reblogs because y’all this classes is kicking my as for real… anwaysss just wanted to let y’all know

okay that’s all for now! thanks for the support and send it requests! happy holidays 🤎🤎

#riri williams x reader #shuri x reader #shuriri x reader #shuri smut #riri williams smut #my story #deijah wrote

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sosauced · 1 year

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I am of the belief that quietest men are the nastiest, so can we get some more Mathew content? Fell free to write from your heart with this man

MINORS DNI

Imagine Matthew holding your mouth wide open, clenching your jaw in his grip and his fingers are giving into your cheeks, he spits in your mouth and makes you swallow it.

Matthew trying to run out a quick one in the bathroom stall of wherever you two are on a date cause he can’t focus if he doesn’t. Not when you wear that tight little black dress. He comes back and it’s so obvious what he’s done, he’s breathless and flushed.

Matthew locking you under his control by tightening the grip on the collar and leash he convinced you to put on for him. You’re on all fours, looking up at him from the tall mirror in his room. He’s sitting behind you, your leash in hand tethering you to him. He’s sitting with his shirt unbuttoned half way, dress pants perfectly creased. This is his favourite way to release tension after a long day of meetings and bullshit. “Turn around and crawl to me.”

Imagine catching Matthew touching himself as he buries his face in a sweater you left at his house. He doesn’t seem to see you as he stroked his big, hard length, his tip red with the pressure building as he thinks of you. “Oh…y/n~” he sighs dreamily.

Matthew giving you gifts that make him embarrassed like lingerie or toys. Stuff that makes him think he’s being weird but they always turn him into an animal the moment you give him the green light.

Matthews not against slipping his thumb into your ass while he’s thrusting his cock in you. he likes that little yelp of surprise and confusion you make.

Matthew on his knees, hand tied behind his back, eye blindfolded, and he’s out of breath, pleading with you to let him go as you suck him off for the 6th time that night. He’s sensitive and crying out as even the slightest touch, but you know he loves it from the way his cock springs up just moments after he’s released. He loves the attention.

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #hetalia headcanons #hetalia imagines #hetalia lemons #hetalia smut #hetalia x fem!reader #aph canada #hws canada #matthew williams #18+#18+ only

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daddy-suguru · 1 year

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𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 ❥ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explicit, friends to friends with benefits, roommates au, teasing, praise, making a bet, Satoru eats you out from the back

Yelling through the door, “And here I thought you didn’t like me that way, and now I hear you moaning my name. Mama if you need some help I promise you I will make you cum way harder than whatever toy is between your legs.” You jump and turn off the toy, grabbing your blanket and covering yourself.

Yelling, “I doubt it pretty boy, I bet you can’t even find the clit.” He grins on the other side of the door at the feistiness that is coming his way. Which he is eager to fuck out of you.

Grabbing the doorknob, wanting to open it. He tells you, “Trust me this pretty boy will have you cumming so hard you’ll be coming back for seconds, thirds. Sweet mama my cock will be your dildo anytime you want. Then I’ll clean your pretty pussy up and we can cuddle and play animal crossing together afterwards.” You open the door, wearing his bagging sweater.

Holding it down trying to hide yourself and staring at the ground. And he coos, “Aw being shy now after I just heard you moaning my name through the walls. I’ve always wondered what you sounded like. I want to make you scream this time.” You turn around and walk to the edge of the bed.

Bending over and pulling his sweater, showing your dripping pussy. While he walks into the room he lets out a low long whistle, admiring the shape of your ass and your wet pussy.

Satoru tells you, “Dripping all over your soft thighs yet you didn’t even cum. I think you have a hard time getting yourself there. I bet that I can make you cum in under two minutes.” Cupping your ass and spreading your cheeks apart. He leans down and spits on your pussy lips. Which he pushes inside you with two thing fingers. Satoru groans at the sight of your pussy taking his fingers.

You lift your head, surprising yourself by keeping your voice steady telling Satoru, “I’ll take that, you can have whatever you want if you win.” You want so badly to fail, for Satoru to make you cum the way you’ve been craving. For him to come up with some perverted price you would have to pay because of it .

When you feel his soft lips against your pussy, you are fighting back moans. But you can’t stop yourself from pushing your hips back. Too eager for him to slips his tongue into your wet heat. Satoru smirks against your pussy. Then he pulls away, and says,

“I want you, whenever I want and all to myself.” Burying his face into your pussy, your ass pressing against his face. He wonders if you’ve ever squirted before. And how long it will take before your gushing on his face, drowning him in cum. While you tremble and whine his name.

Could you keep quiet then? Part of Satoru had been hoping you would keep your moans to yourself. It would make it all the more rewarding in when you finally cry out for him.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru #Satoru gojou #gojou smut #gojou x reader #jjk gojo #jjk gojou #jjk #jjk x reader

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sug4r-sp1c3 · 1 year

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Hey!! i saw your countryhumans post and it was rlly cool!!!

can you do russia,canada,france and germany with a tall s/o??

(your blog is so cool!!!)

EAHJJD THANKS U SO MUCH ANON❤❤❤❤❤

Russia, canada, France, and germany with a Tall S/O

Russia

probably u are the same height of this mf lmao

congrats cuddling is more easy in some aspects , like surprise hugs/kisses/etc,

the part of the nicknames is

hard

the ""normal"" nicknames like bean, shorty, short stuff or things like that

literally-

and he stays with nicknames like, "Darling", "sweetie", "sugar cube", etc.

they can wear each other's clothes without problems

"sweetie is that my sweater?"

"i thought it was mine!"

"meh"

the problem comes if you would like your clothes to be loose,

hehe yes… discard that from your wish list

when you go anywhere you probably both have to bend over

c'mon

It's obvious but I wanted to say it

Germany

"WHY YOU CAN´T HAVE MEIN UR BAAACK"

"MF BEING TALL ISN'T THE SAME OF BEINGA SUPER MUSCULAR HUMAN"(idk i'm not tall)

this man LOVES you

he let you be the big spoon

he loves showing you off

"have you seen my partner? they are so tall just like russia, cry bitch"

but if you want it to stop just say so and it will stop, (like for 2 months and then it will, but only every like 2 weeks)

"germany stop-"

"okay!"

be prepared for lots of questions of "can you pass me that?", "can you hang that?" but that only happens when

A.- didn't find the ladder

B.- he gave up after a long time

C.-I don't know, maybe he can reach it but he just wants to try to talk to you

nicknames like "bean", shorty, etc are still there

"hey shorty can you pass me the salt?"

"ok but you know that i'm…y'know, t a l l?"

"ok, ok, but pass me the fucking salt-"

sometimes he has made jokes about him wishing he were so tall

lol

wait

I said they were jokes?

why the fuck aren't they

Canada

I feel that his type of person is the short ppl

but when he realized that he fell in love with you he said "FUCK I LOVE TALL PEOPLE"

he loves to steal your clothes

regardless of color

"bro, why do u have a (insert fav color, except red and white) shirt? i thought you hated that color-"

"who cares? it smells like my beloved and awesome partner and!-"

"now i understand why i love being single"

"sshshhsshsssushhhh"

i don't have to much ideas rn sorry 😭✋

France

protective asf

"I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE TALLER THAN ME IF SOMEONE WANTS TO HURT U, I'LL HURT THEM-"

I feel like this bitch would want to grab your waist but he ends up grabbing your ass

"darlin'..."

"yes mon amour?"

"that isn't my waist-"

"oh.... O H "

I feel like I would be proud enough to tell you "pass me that please!"

"I don't needed help…"

"honey you almost broke your leg a, THE DAMN LEG"

"OH, SHUT UP AND KISS ME"

"MAYBE I WILL"

"OH WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR MON AMOUR"

tall ppl >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>idk

"Y'ALL ARE JUST JEALOUS OF ME-"

"NOBODY SAY A SHIT FRANCE"

"I SAID J E A L O U S "

#Canada x reader #France x reader #countryhumans x reader #russia x reader #canada x reader #germany x reader

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courtporatelawyer · 1 year

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Courtney relationship headcanons! Both platonic + romantic ones! (this is going to be a long one)

Duncney!! (romantic)

- Duncan takes Courtney on the most show stopping, thoughtful, and romantic dates EVER, but he still manages to show up dressing like a hobo

- Courtney tends overworks herself, but Duncan will quite literally throw her over his shoulder to go out for coffee or something like that

- Both Courtney and Duncan can cook really well, but physically CANNOT share a kitchen without setting it ablaze with all of their constant bickering

- Duncan simps so hard for Courtney’s singing voice.

- Duncney does frequent karaoke nights with the rest of the KB5

- Whenever Duncan sees anything with the word “princess” on it, he automatically buys it for Courtney. (The tackier the item, the better)

- Duncan likes his coffee black, while Courtney likes it with an ungodly amount of sugar and creamer

Heathney!! (romantic)

- Heather is a lot taller than Courtney, affectionately giving her the nickname “shortney” (canon heights can cry me a river, we all know courtney is a short little hobgoblin who isn’t afraid to kick anyone’s ass)

- Courtney and Heather cannot vocally express their feelings for one another for the life of them, so Heather just resorts to leaving flowers (either carnations or heathers) on courtney’s work desk. While Courtney writes Heather “anonymous poetry”

- Heather carries Courtney EVERYWHERE. Courtney will be reading and minding her own business, then Heather will just randomly pick her up, and tote her around bridal style

- These bitches try to one up each other on EVERYTHING, including romantic gestures. Heather writes Courtney a sweet note? Courtney fires back with an entire novel. Etc

- Courtney is prone to anxiety attacks, and Heather is the only one who can properly calm her down.

- They talk shit about people on their dates

- Heather loves braiding courtney’s hair

Bridgeney (platonic)!

- They watch cheesy rom coms together

- there was a period of time where people thought they were dating

- Bridgette and Courtney are super emotionally open with each other, and most of the time their conversations end with them both sobbing and hugging

- They help each other get ready for dates

- Bridgette wears sandals and shorts in the snow, while Courtney is wearing sweaters in august

- closest friends you will EVER meet

- They call each other “Bridge” and “Court” NEVER by their full names

Gwourtney! (platonic, I’m sorry I can’t do romantic Gwourtney😭 I love it as a concept, but it just doesn’t do it for me)

- Gwen does courtney’s makeup

- Gwen has a FAT CRUSH on Courtney, but Courtney is blissfully unaware

- Gwen draws Courtney all of the time

- They act like Katie and Sadie sometimes tbh

- They clown on each other for their abhorrent love lives

Trentney (platonic)

- They write music together a LOT

- I feel like there were romantic feelings there, but the timing wasn’t right

- They give each other really insightful advice

- When Trent split from the drama brothers, he went forward with his solo music career. However, he did a concert tour around Canada with Courtney, since they’re the musical duo we deserved

- Trent is a good shoulder to lean on for Courtney when it comes to her anger management, as he’s generally pretty relaxed

Scottney (romantic)

- Scott calls Courtney his boyfriend, and Courtney calls Scott her girlfriend

- They definitely have those boyfriend girlfriend matching shirts

- Scott takes Courtney to his farm and his different lifestyle absolutely AMAZES her. Like she is in love with all of this farm animals

- Courtney is shockingly comforting and soothing when it comes to Scott’s trauma with Fang. She helps him calm down whenever he has a panic attack about that god damn shark

- Ice cream sundaes are outlawed.

Courtma (platonic)

- Courtney and Emma work at the same lawfirm. They kick ass.

- They get along scarily well. Like…you’d expect them to butt heads, but no! They agree on practically everything

Courtler (platonic)

-Tyler is a dumb jock, but Courtney is a smart gymnast

-Tyler is prone to injury, but courtney’s CIT medical training saves the day!

-They’re bffs and I can’t tell you why I will die on that hill

Courtlody (platonic)

- Cousins perhaps?

- Courtney and Ellody are in STEM club or something together

- I just think they’d geek out together and it would be cute

Zoney (platonic)

- Zoey KNOWS Courtney has a big old heart deep down, and is determined to find it. When she eventually does weasel her way into courtney’s heart, their friendship is beyond wholesome

- They go out to brunch together

- The kind of gal pals who have sleepovers and talk about their deepest darkest secrets

- cuddle but in a platonic way

Coco (platonic)

-Courtney and Cody have a sibling dynamic. That’s all

Courterra (platonic)

- Heather simps fr

- Sierra will say the most diabolically personal thing about Courtney, but that escalated to Sierra finding the root of Courtney’s problems and working through things

- Shockingly good friends

#tdi courtney #courtney total drama #total drama #total drama island #tdi #duncney #heathney #scottney #totaldrama #headcanon #tdi heather #tdi duncan #tdi bridgette

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morkofday · 1 year

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Pick Your Vice Versa Outfit ↳ Talay Rawi Edition [Puen ver.]

My Top 10 Talay Outfits for @stormyoceans layout insp. [x]

+ bonus:

(some thoughts under the cut!)

more rambles about these outfits for you monica! i hope you enjoy ^^

TOP 10 Talay Outfits explained:

10. Zebra Boy a stylish and flowy zebra print shirt with basic white slacks and talay’s signature white bag. this one is so silly but cool i had to include it. i actually am obsessed with both of the white & black print shirts tess owns but the other one is mostly worn my ohm in the series so i didn’t inlude it here (ep 2 when tess/talay goes to pester tun at the café). also i just like this scene a lot and couldn’t get over the “secret lover” -line.

9. Reunion Blues a simple navy blue dress shirt and light colored pants plus talay’s round glasses. listen: am not a big fan of talay’s clothes in his own universe even if he looks adorable in them, but this one! this one is a legend. straight up iconic. he looks so pretty in dark blue and then we have this whole scene and ugh. just pure insanity.

8. Goodbyes taste bitter an orange and white striped shirt and black jeans. am so obsessed with the v-neck of this shirt, it’s crazy. i don’t blame puen at all for instantly going like, “oh yes, that’s my bf now” bc honestly? very understandable. talay just looks so good in this shirt, holy hell. continues on the road of, “why must you dress up so nicely when the occasion is breaking my heart?” i guess these two are similar like that.

7. Let us kiss again a red-blue-white striped sweater with red pants. i love this color combo on talay so much. blue and red just suit him. the shirt is also tight fitting and it’s amusing to see puen Struggling bc of it. man is not able to keep his hands off. it’s very understandable but pls sir, calm down. you’ve known each other like two weeks. and you still haven’t even told talay that you’re not kissing him just bc but bc you’re head over heels in love with him. get a grip.

6. First Kiss a simple white sweatshirt and red/fucsia pants. i don’t want to say this but i have to say this: talay’s ass looks amazing in these pants. like, am not one to stare but oh boy. it’s right there! stealing the show! and then it’s combined with talay’s sexy wet hair after running through the rain to look for his long lost lover friend who he wants to make up with. Literally. bc they’re kissing by the end of this. and i scream.

5. The Green Sweater a yellow-green sweater combined with white pants. talay looks adorable in this with his guitar and the sweater paws. am not at all surprised that puen looks close to tears bc bitch, me too. it’s just So Soft and then it’s mixed with the guitar (+ the lotus flower) and talay singing a love song and. i want to hug him so bad, puen get out of the way it’s my turn now.

4. The Wedding Suit a light pink colored suit, apparently without a shirt underneath. this whole thing began with this suit. as i said, this one is 100% outshining the one puen wears in this scene. i am just in love with this suit; the color, the simplicity, the cut, the way talay wears it so casually. he looks amazing and positively ethereal. puen is marrying him on the spot. talay is thinking it’s a joke but i might just tell him it’s not. get a ring and be done with it, would you. this might sound controversial after me saying puen is rushing things with the kisses but i don’t actually have anything against it.

3. Loneliness is yellow a simple black sweatshirt with bright yellow pants. i feel like the more heartbreaking the scenes get, the better talay gets dressed. he’s always serving looks when am crying on my floor. i don’t mind tho bc why not have several mental breakdowns at the same time, saves me the time. he looks absolutely glorious in that black shirt, and the colored pants are a wonderful touch. if tess got nothing else, at least he's had the sense to buy all these clothes.

2. The Gray Jacket a textured gray jacket with a black shirt and white pants. the texture on this jacket makes me go wild bc it looks so nice to touch and the whole jacket looks so cozy. am wondering how talay can wear that with the heat but that’s fortunately something that doesn’t get to me through my screen. he looks very huggable once again. he looks positively radiant when he smiles. and it’s just a plus that puen looks so gone for him bc yeah, valid. am in love with this sunshine boy too.

1. Second chance a gray sweater with red details, combined with red pants. honestly talay’s best outfit in this whole show hands down. every time i start this ep, i am just blown away by this outfit. the styling team was going crazy that day. the shirt has a v-neck, the red details work so well, it fits talay nicely, the rolled sleeves, the delicate bag. the pants are tight fitting and make his legs look extra long and slim. especially in that billiard room lighting he just looks insanely pretty. i want to yell into the void. the void might yell back at me.

Bonus: Striped Bathrobe a black and white striped robe, worn mostly for breakfast. i am not really sure what to call this but a bathrobe felt like the closest fitting one so i went with it. it’s crazy how this is literally the second outfit puen ever sees talay in if we don’t count talay being half naked. he got absolutely bewitched and talay is not even bothered. this striped robe is what truly mattered. and please let’s not talk about ai’dang.

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

“𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘯' 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶“

Inspo: Black Atlass - Sacrifice

Pairing: Madelyn Cline x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: On and off set, you wore a dangerous aura everywhere you went. And one particular day, she didn’t know if you were doing it for jokes or not, but you seemed to be teasing Madelyn to no end. But the blonde had few ideas to put you in check.

Warnings: Smutty, fingering, dom!Madelyn, sub!reader, degradation kink, mommy kink, biting, and semi-public.

Words 1134

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Shit, my bad.”

Madelyn could count with both her hands how many times you had said that. The worst part was that she was subjugated to have to watch you bend over right in her face. Well, it may not have been the worse because it seemed like today you had decided to wear a long considering the thin outline noticeable in the booty shorts you decided to wear.

And like the past seven times, she was sat by the door in the Twinkie on the set of Outer Banks with you bending over right between her legs. A rather beautiful sight of your ass presented to her as she clenched her jaw. Glancing around, hoping someone else would see the antics you were up to today. But when finding no one, she grits her teeth and cupped your core.

The initial touch had your legs buckling as you felt another hand grip your hip and yank you back until you were sitting on Madelyn's thigh. A whimper fell from your lips, masking it behind you clearing your throat as you watched the set members walk by, unknown by the action made by one of their leading stars. But you bowed your head, hair masking your lips parting with a shaky exhale tumbling out as Madelyn’s fingers slowly worked over your sensitive heat. Despite the fabrics blocking her warm touch, the friction was enough to create a breathtaking stimulation.

“What’s gotten into you today, baby?” She whispered into your ear, lips twitching into a grin of amusement as you whined. Rolling your hips back searching for that extra level of bliss.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you panted out. “I could say the same thing for you.”

A grin formed on Madelyn’s lips as she grabbed her sweater from behind her and placed it on your lap. Just enough to obscure her wandering hand to move past the hem of your shorts and underwear and trace rapid figures into your clit. And by God was it the most beautiful feeling in the world.

“Well, I guess you could say I had a change of heart,” Madelyn whispered. “Primarily, because someone can’t help getting fucked like a bunny, I presume. Isn’t that right, sweets?”

Her lips ghosted over your ebony skin, leaving bruises and bite marks in places no one would (hopefully) notice. But the fact that your face was contorting and twisting in pleasure wasn’t doing that much to help your guys’ situation. The way Madelyn seemed to be putting her frustration and own desires into her actions only made it that much better.

In her panting and breathless state, Madelyn could see all disobedience be swept away - or rubbed away in your case. She’d been thinking about what you would look if she ever got her hands on you. How you would moan out her name. How you beg her to stop from overstimulation or her denying you that sweet release. So many scenarios, so many fantasies, yet they did nothing to beat the full-length experience. Sure, she wasn’t able to hear you cry out her name, but fucking you in public had been on her list.

“Madi, please.” Your whimper was ignored by Madelyn who slowed her pace on your abused clit to pull her hand free. You whined in protest, following her hand to watch with a gasp as she sucked on her fingers. Groaning at the sweet taste of your arousal invading her taste buds. Not only did you look sexy being fucked, but you tasted just as good. God, she was addicted already.

“Scene in 3 minutes, people!” The producer announced, causing people to start to get everything they need and to get ready.

And then, a wicked idea popped up in Madelyn’s head. Bringing her lips to the shell of your ear with a grin. “If you want to cum, you’re going to have to ride my thigh, sweetheart.”

You stared at her incredulously for a moment before you glanced at the rest of the crew. Rudy, Chase, and the others weren’t back yet, so there was still time. So, with a grumble of curses, you braced your hands on her knees and slowly rocked your hips. The moment your soaked underwear brushed against your aching clit, you felt your body shudder.

But from there, it blossomed into something heavenly. Your body was numb with the only thing in mind being your own release. Seeking it out like a shadow in the darkest corner of a house. There was nothing in comparison that could beat Madelyn’s thigh. From the way she flexed and endlessly bounced her leg, hitting your clit beautifully, it was a drug you weren’t planning on getting off of.

You chased after that sweet euphoric release whilst Madelyn enjoyed the show. Hands grabbing and squeezing your ass feverishly. Wanting nothing more than to have it up in the air with her tongue so deep in your core that you would be a mumbling dumb mess. Because currently, you were just that. Muttering and babbling curses under your breath as she grinned in amusement.

“Is my dumb little girl gonna cum all over mommy’s thigh?”

“Y-Yes, mommy.”

It was so simple, yet so sweet the title rolled off your tongue with a stuttered whimper. The way your hips rocked and rolled with abandon was like a piece of art. A gem in a museum to never be seen, but only heard about. Madelyn was just the lucky individual to see you firsthand and experience what you were capable of.

And when your climax came, it was earth-shattering. Your back arched, head lulling forward to hide the pure ecstasy on your face. It was blinding, a flashbang to the mind as your body quivered and twitched from the pure bliss you had been holding off in hopes of experiencing it with Madelyn. Finally getting that was something pure ethereal. Nails digging into the girl’s knees as you panted, chest heaving breaths in an attempt to keep yourself there at the moment for filming.

Madelyn carefully helped you to your feet and groaned at the sight of her tanned thigh soaked. So, with one last idea in mind, she moved further into the van and pulled your tired and still euphoric body towards her until you were on your knees between her legs. “Lick it off, babe.”

With no sign of protest, you sat up and brought your warm wet tongue down on her flesh and lapped at your arousal. Half-lidded eyes flickered up to her flushed features. Proud that just from getting off on her, you had managed to put her in a state of want and need.

“If you keep this up after we’re done filming, perhaps I’ll let you have a taste, sweety.”

#madelyn cline fanfiction #madelyn cline imagine #madelyn cline smut #madelyn cline x you #madelyn cline x reader #madelyn cline x black!fem!reader #madelyn cline x black!reader #madelyn cline #madelyn cline x black reader #madelyn cline x black fem reader #poc reader

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sagexsenorita · 2 years

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klitz x dom gn reader( afab) where its like klitz thinks hes gonna top and reader turns the tables and ends up topping klitz. Tieing him down and riding him👁👁

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Klitz x Reader // Klitz x gn!reader

This is a smut one shot based off the character Klitz from the movie Girl Next Door

Warnings: SMUT, bdsm, tying someone down, masturbation, handjob, fluff

Word Count: 3k

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Eli and Matt had been over at Klitz house for the past hour, arguing over what he should wear for the upcoming movie date. Klitz was sitting on the bed, daydreaming of your gorgeous body and perfect ass, he had seen you naked once before and he intended on doing it again tonight. He was going to make sure you always remembered this night.

What makes you think he’s gonna get laid if you put him in a striped shirt!

But then again, he never had a lot of luck.

As he tried on every one of the stupid outfits his friends shoved at him he started to worry that his idea how this was going to go wasn’t exat;y right. I mean he’d seen porn before, usually the girl just lays on her back, moans really loud for like half an hour and then you’re done. He knew what to do and he wasn’t completely worthless in the dick department. It’s just that you were so… you. Everytime Klitz was around you it's like he wasn’t in control of himself. He said the stupidest things, acted like a moron, and constantly tripped over his own feet. Your looks were one thing, he had to stop himself from staring at you for too long, but what really made him weak was your demeanor. Whenever you teased him, made him blush, or even got close to him Klitz felt like he was going to faint.

But tonight he wasn’t going to do that. Tonight he was going to show you how good he could make you feel. You did have a more serious sense of self but most people just layed back and let the guy do the work, he figured if things went right you would somewhat enjoy what went on. Maybe over time it won’t be so awkward. Klitz realized he was getting ahead of himself and checked the clock.

Ok guys time for you to leave

We haven't found your outfit yet?

You’re never going to find my outfit might as well give up now

Matt was eager to get going, he had the guarantee of sex tonight, he didn’t have to worry about a thing. Eli on the other hand had never passed up the opportunity to talk about sex.

We should spray some cologne on your dick

Eli, she's gonna be here soon. Please leave my house

Fine, but don't come crying to me when you're still a virgin 2 hours from now

Klitz rolled his eyes, he knew Eli was right but he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

As Eli made his way out the house Klitz put his outfit together; jeans, a brown sweater, and yeah that's it. Putting an outfit together isn’t hard his friends are just stupid. Once he was finished folding and putting back all the clothes Eli yanked from his cabinets, he heard the doorbell ring.

As always he felt his stomach flutter and his heart sink, it's not that he wasn’t happy you were here. He just knew there was a chance he was about to enormously mess things up. When you said yes to this date he thought you were messing with him, that you must've thought he was messing with you. But you’re here now and everything has to go perfectly because you are everything he could ever want.

As soon as Klitz opened the door he was greeted with your bright smile, some of his nervousness wentz away but it came right back as soon as he saw what you were wearing. Your shortest shorts and his sweatshirt, his college sweatshirt that he left at your place a bit ago. You said you’d give it back, but this is much better.

Wow (Y/N) you look amazing

You smiled back at him, your smile got a little small out of shyness but you quickly snapped back to your regular self

Can I come in?

Oh yeah of course, my room is this way

Klitz led you up to his room, you could tell he was nervous, it was really cute actually. When you both finally got settled on his bed the tension in the room was high. He had only left the closet light on, he was planning to turn the tv on but you were talking about your day and Klitz just couldn’t stop losing focus. He was staring at your lips for a while before he realized you had noticed a while ago. Now you were both quiet, he was nervous but you weren’t, this is what you had wanted for so long.

As you thought of something to say you lifted your hand from your lap and placed it on his thigh.

Has someone ever touched you like this before?

His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest, he couldn’t begin to imagine where this was going. His mind was blank and his voice was gone.

Your hand rested on his leg, your thumb slowly rubbing his inner thigh. Klitz quietly gasps, his glasses fall down his nose.

Do you like it when I touch you?

Yes

Klitz barely recognized his own voice, he was quick with his response, he said it without having to think. You could tell. Goosebumps erupted across his arms and under his legs, he shivered as your touch traveled from his thigh to his clothed cock, lightly touching, just enough to drive him insane.

Please (Y/N) I need to touch you

You smirked to yourself before you started to plant wet, warm kisses on his neck before you seductively whispered in his ear

Well, baby, that’s not going to happen

Klitz was fighting to keep his moans to himself but he was quickly losing that battle.

Why can’t I touch you?

As you pulled yourself away from him and sat on your knees on the bed you contemplated your next move. He looked so perfect, his hair was already a mess, at some point he unbuttoned his pants. He looks so desperate for anything, he wasn’t expecting this but it was all he wanted now. He was still sitting against the headboard, his eyes haven't left you once, he’d never felt so needy in his life. You were going to give him what you knew he wanted, what you’ve wanted for a while.

Because I make the rules, do you understand that?

Your stare felt like it was piercing his skin, your hand that was resting on his leg squeezed him tighter and he nearly felt his soul leave his body

Yes

Klitz croaked out his answer, his heart beat grew quicker in his chest and his legs were trembling in your grasp.

Are you gonna be a good boy and do as I say?

Yes

All the lights in his room were off except the closet one, it was behind you, so all he could see was your silhouette. He didn’t know if it was scaring him or turning him on, he could feel your eyes taking all of him in. Klitz almost wanted to cover his face, your attention, your touch, and your power over him was too much. But before he could finish his thought both of your hands were gripping the backs of his knees pulling him closer to you. His back left the headboard and met the soft mattress, he was looking up at the ceiling by the time he realized what happened. His shirt had ridden up his stomach a bit in the shuffle, his happy trail made a small appearance which nearly made you lose all self control. In the moment all you could think about was how perfect he looked sprawled out in front of you. His eyes were wide and expressive, begging you to fuck him without even saying anything.

Fuck baby you look so perfect like this, I can’t wait to make you feel good

Just as you were starting to get lost in the beauty of his submissiveness you felt his touch against your thigh. It was light and cautious, he knew this would rile you up, that’s everything he wanted, or so he thought.

You quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it, your eyes found his and Klitz immediately felt his stomach sink. He should’ve just been patient. His cock throbbed as he anticipated your next move.

I was really hoping you’d be good for me baby. I was gonna give you everything you wanted

Klitz looked devastated, you mimicked his pout before turning your stare cold again.

Stay here, don’t move

You finally let go of his hand, it was red and sore but not as much as his cock was. Klitz was panting like he had just finished a mile, the tent in his pants was growing bigger by the minute. He had barely enough energy to look up and see you walking back towards the bed with his silk ties in your hand.

Wh-what are you doing?

I’m making sure you follow the rules from now on, you’re obviously too stupid when you’re this horny to listen to me.

You took notice of how much bigger his bulge had gotten since he saw the ties. He was speechless as you took the end of the tie and started tying it around the pole of the headboard.

Y/N i’m sorry for not listening to you i promise I won’t touch you until you say

The look in your eyes and the smirk on your lips made him nervous.

Baby you’re not gonna touch me at all, now take your clothes off

You watched intensely as Klitz shyly took off his sweater and kicked his pants away from his legs, with the light of the closet far away from both of you it was hard to see exactly what his face looked like but even now you could tell he was blushing fiercely under your gaze.

He gave you his left hand slowly, he really should’ve been patient.

Small quiet whimpers left his lips as you made your way around the bed, tying his next arm to the headboard was easier. Klitz gave his hand to you without hesitation, he was desperate and it showed.

You thought about tying down his feet as well but it was his first time so you decided against it. For so long you had been observing Klitz, noticing how much he blushed you when you touched or teased him. Your compliments made him melt and you noticed every time. You had fantasized about this for so long. If he didn’t notice your advances you would’ve quickly been discouraged but Klitz was more than happy to have your hands on him.

Once he was fully tied to the bed you finally turned your stare to his face, air puffed from his nose, he was anxious to get started and your attention on him was enough to get a reaction. He kept his big hands in fists that were squeezing nothing but air and his sweaty palms. Klitz felt frustrated, embarrassed, and euphoric all at once. He wanted your hands on him but he knew that he couldn’t do anything to speed up the process, and he really thought that he was going to take control? How was it that you knew more about him than he did? You had a hold over him that he couldn’t explain, not even to himself.

Your soft gentle touch met his face as you leaned down closer to him. You brushed hair from his eyes, his forehead was perspiring and his glasses started to get fogged up from his heavy breaths. His breathing started to slow and his eyes met yours.

(Y/N) please touch me, I need you right now, please. I’ll be good I promise just please please fuck me.

His cock was throbbing painfully in his jeans by the time he finished his humiliating begging session, the embarrassment of his words was not leaving his mind.

The smile on your face was promising at least.

You’ll get what you want baby, but you better keep that promise.

He quickly nodded his head.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs before pulling down his jeans and boxers. Immediately his cock sprung up with precum leaking all over himself.

Fuck Klitz where have you been hiding this?

Klitz starts to stutter out an incoherent answer. You playfully rolled your eyes and suddenly took his cock into your warm grasp. His small whines and gasps filled the room, he tugged but the ties but they didn’t break as easily as he thought they would. You slowly stroked his cock from the base to the tip, you gathered saliva on your tongue and spit right on his head. Klitz moaned out loud and his hips twitched, your thumb swiped over his head spreading the spit all over cock. You started to stroke just a bit faster, you were planning on teasing him until he was almost crying but he looked so fucking amazing like this, his stomach was heaving up and down as you squeezed his thick cock tighter in your grasp. He could swear he was seeing stars up until your hand left his cock. Now your tits were in his line of view and the cold air of the room made him wince.

Holy fuck (Y/N) that was so amazing

His cock was harder than ever now, precum and spit covered his entire length and it was throbbing so painfully Klitz wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.

Klitz glanced up to see you sitting back on your heels, making a mess of yourself with your own wetness. His cock oozed more cum at the sight of you touching yourself in front of him, once again he tugged at the silk without realizing he was still tied down. He flopped back down onto the mattress in frustration, which quickly turned to desperation.

(Y/N) please please-

Please what?

Klitz looked up to you with his big eyes, he didn’t want to say but he knew he had to

Please ride me

You leaned down and captured his lips into a passionate kiss, your hands cradled his head and face gently.

Only because you asked nicely, baby

Your hands left his hair and moved to his cock and torso, you positioned your lower half over him, he could only look up at you in awe as you lowered yourself slowly onto his cock. You both moaned loudly, the stretch of his cock stung but the heat that filled your stomach was so good, the tightness of you was nearly driving Klitz over the edge.

Fuck baby you feel so good inside me, do you like this baby?

Yes! Yes I do please ride me I need to feel you

You quickly obliged, pushing your hips forwards and backwards first at a slow pace. Klitz was in heaven, watching your body grind against his over and over again. He felt like he could feel into every depth of your body. His hips went up into yours instinctively, every time he felt as if he was going to completely melt into you. He was trying so hard to hold back all of his noises but he couldn’t.

You’re making me feel so good (Y/N)

You feel fucking amazing baby keep doing that you’re such a good boy for me

As Klitz’ hips continued to jerk upwards his moans got louder and louder, soon enough the neghbors would hear the both of you.

Do I need to put a tie around that pretty little mouth too?

Klitz turned his head into the pillow, his face was burning as was his stomach. He was struggling to hold back his load, the condom you had rolled onto his cock earlier was not doing anything to dull the mind numbing sensation of your tightness squeezing his cock so hard. This feeling was never going to be topped, Klitz knew, he just knew. As every second past Klitz was growing inside you, his tip was an angry red that kept rutting into you with hesitation, your whines that you couldn’t stop from leaving you were filling the room, your hands on his chest, teasing his nipples had him moaning even louder than before

Please (Y/N) i need to cum I can’t hold it in I need to cum inside you

Fuck that’s it baby you feel so good, cum for me baby cum in me youre so good for me

It wasn’t the delicious feeling of Klitz pounding into you that made you cum, it was watching him cum inside you that pushed you over the edge. His face scrunched up and his hands squeezed into tight fists. He couldn’t stop grinding into you for his life, his breathy moans filled your ears and his cum warmed you from the inside.

When Klitz finally opened his eyes all he could see and focus on was you, keeping his new soft cock warm inside you as you run your fingers up and down his chest. You didn’t want to separate from him just yet but if you didn’t do it soon you knew you never would.

Klitzy, baby, I’m gonna move now okay?

okay

How do you feel?

His big blue eyes met yours and that amazing smile that you love so much finally made an appearance

I feel great

You smiled back at him, your heart felt warm. You moved off the bed and started untying the knots, Klitz was happy to get his hands back, with them he immediately made a move for your tits

Do I need to punish you again?

Klitz could tell you were joking, still trying to hold out on him even though he knows he deserves at least a few gropes.

I thought we were past all that

At least let me get some panties on before you start grabbing at me

Just make sure you do it in my view

You playfully rolled your eyes before turning around and giving him a full view of your ass, you strutted into the closet lookng to find a shirt to wear. Your hear was pounding and you had butterflies in your stomach. He was going to be the death of you.

I hope y’all like this! Thank u anon for the great ask, I hope I did it justice! Happy May the 4th!

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beautification-tales · 4 months

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Jessica sat at her desk, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She glanced at her reflection in the window, adjusting her glasses for the umpteenth time that day. Her mousy brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and her oversized sweater did little to hide her less-than-perfect figure. She was a far cry from the confident, sexy woman her boss, David, was always with - his gorgeous girlfriend, Amanda. It was a constant source of envy for Jessica, and tonight was no different. She couldn't help but feel like a pathetic, unlovable secretary as she watched them laughing together in the parking lot.

But then she spotted it. A small, velvet box sitting innocuously on her desk. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized it as David's. He must have left it here by mistake. Curiosity getting the better of her, she carefully lifted the lid to reveal a stunning diamond ring. Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined what it must feel like to be wanted by someone like David. With shaking hands, she slipped the ring onto her finger, the cool metal pressing against her skin.

As she closed her fingers around the ring, she felt a surge of energy course through her veins. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked down at her hands and gasped. Her brown hair had grown long and wavy, and it now shone with an intense red hue that seemed to glow from within. She cried out in pleasure as she felt her new hair, and the rest of her body begin to change.

Her breasts enlarge as she feels herself grow taller. Her once-petite frame stretches and lengthens, her hips widening and curving into a voluptuous figure. Her face takes on a more angular, alluring shape, and her lips plump and part into a confident smile. The sweater she was wearing strains against her new curves, revealing the outline of her perky breasts and flat stomach.

As she stands up, Jessica feels her muscles tense and ripple beneath her skin. Her ass plumps and becomes round and tight, accentuated by the way her hips sway with each step she takes. She looks down at her hands and sees they're covered in a glittering red energy field, like she's wearing a pair of glowing purple gloves. The power coursing through her body is exhilarating, and she feels like she could take on the world.

She walks over to the mirror, hardly able to believe her eyes. The nerdy secretary who had once been her reflection is gone, replaced by a stunning superheroine. Her purple form-fitting outfit hugs her curves, revealing her cleavage and accentuating her new hourglass figure. The red energy field surrounding her hands flickers and crackles as she flexes her fingers, the power coursing through her veins making her feel invincible.

With a plan forming in her mind, she strides purposefully towards David's office. As she enters, he looks up in surprise, his eyes widening as they take in her new appearance. "Jessica? Wh-what happened to you?" he stammers, unable to take his eyes off her.

She walks over to him, her hips swaying seductively. With a mischievous grin, she kneels down in front of him and slowly undoes his pants, revealing his erect cock. "I think it's time we had a little fun, don't you, David?" she purrs, wrapping her lips around the head of his dick and taking him deep into her mouth. His moans fill the room as she expertly sucks and strokes him, her tongue dancing over his sensitive flesh.

She feels his hands grip her hair, guiding her as she takes him deeper and deeper. His hips buck forward, and she knows he's close. As he nears the brink, she pulls back, her lips trailing over the length of his cock. "Tell me how irresistible I am, David," she whispers, her breath hot against his skin. "Tell me how much you want me."

His words are barely audible, but they're there: "You're so irresistible... I can't resist you..." She smiles around his cock, pleased with his response. His words fuel her desire to please him even more. She takes him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she sucks and strokes in perfect rhythm.

Her body aches to be joined with his, and she decides it's time to ride him before he ejaculates. Standing up, she guides his cock to her wet folds and impales herself on him, crying out in pleasure as he fills her. She bounces up and down on his lap, her hips swaying in an intoxicating rhythm. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, their weight adding to the sensation of being completely and utterly consumed by him.

As she rides him harder, David's hands grip her hips, guiding her movements. His eyes are filled with lust and adoration, and Jessica can feel the power she has over him. She leans forward, their chests pressed together, her lips just a breath away from his. She teases him, nipping at his bottom lip before kissing him deeply. His moans mingle with hers as they reach their climax together.

Their bodies tremble with release, and Jessica feels a surge of satisfaction as she feels his cum filling her up. She collapses forward onto him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. David wraps his arms around her, holding her close as they both try to regain their composure.

For a moment, they just lie there, lost in the haze of their passion. Jessica can feel the warmth of David's skin against hers, and the softness of his chest hair against her breasts. She nestles her head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his unique scent. It's a heady mixture of sweat and aftershave, and it makes her feel even closer to him.

As their breathing begins to steady, she senses a shift in the air. David's hands move from her hips to her waist, and he slowly pulls her off of him. She looks up at him, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. She can see the desire still burning in his eyes, but there's something else there too. Something that makes her heart race with anticipation.

He guides her to her feet, and she steps back, her weight shifting to one hip as she watches him. He reaches out, tracing a finger down her cheek before cupping her face in his hands. His touch sends a jolt of desire through her, and she feels her core tighten in response. "Jessica," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what happened... I don't know how you did it... but that was amazing.”

She smiles up at him, feeling the power of her feminine wiles surging through her. "I think you underestimate me, David," she says, running a finger along his chest, feeling the hairs stand on end beneath her touch. "I think you should start paying more attention to what I'm capable of."

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harryforvogue · 1 year

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YASMINE & HARRY

okay!

***

Yasmine drags herself out of bed in morning expecting a boring Monday. Physical therapy on Saturday kicked her ass and all she wants to do is cry when she forces herself into the shower, barely able to stand up. She somehow manages to get through most of the day, eat a meal, and then head back home to change into her formal attire.

She would love to crawl back into her bed, but at 7pm that night, she has to be at an event at her graduate school. Some of the graduate students have presentations to make regarding their thesis. To formally announce them. She and the other graduate students in her program are invited and highly recommended to join them for the convention and dinner to show support.

Yasmine, out of her mind with pain on Saturday, for some reason decided to RSVP for that event.

It's supposed to be a big thing. But when Yasmine gets there, she doesn't feel all that spectacular. Sitting there listening to her fellow students drone on and on about their projects on a Monday night is not the ideal evening for her. Especially since her back aches so bad. She considers hiding in the bathroom for a moment just to cry a little bit.

The graduate program she’s in has been surprising. She’s surprised herself by making friends with the other teacher’s assistants, by enjoying her classes, and by being a pretty decent TA.

But the one thing that surprises her the most that night is Harry.

The thing is: Yasmine isn’t blind. She sees the way people whisper when Harry’s in the room, about how he looks, his voice, his accent. And she knows exactly why they act like that, especially when he shows up to events looking…the way he does tonight.

Yasmine and Harry have attended several graduate programs where formal wear is required by their university. She’s seen him in slacks and cashmere sweaters, and occasionally a tie. He always looks well dressed, even when he’s in his normal jeans and Vans, but something about tonight makes her pause.

And alarm bells ring in her head.

She has her glass of water by her lips when Harry’s presentation slides illuminate the screen and when Harry is announced, Yasmine has to put the glass down or she will choke on the water.

Because, yeah, it’s no big secret that Harry is attractive. But the way he looks tonight…it’s indescribable.

Yasmine’s known Harry for a few months now. He’s infuriating, much more liked amongst his students, and very intelligent. They don’t always seem to get along, and the memos he sends through his emails are ridiculously arrogant at times. She likes to avoid him to make her day better.

Harry walks across the stage casually, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding a clicker that he’ll use to work the presentation. He stands at the podium, half leaning, grinning at the people sitting around the tables under him.

His low voice booms across the speakers. “Good evening. My name is Harry. I’m a second year graduate student, TA in the Literature department, and I’ll be talking to you this evening about my thesis proposal.”

Yasmine looks up at him without blinking for several long seconds. He’s dressed in all black, the material of his suit no doubt soft and expensive. His button down shirt is also dark, but a few of the buttons are left unfastened to expose his collarbones, pale skin, and a variety of tattoos that Yasmine’s (unfortunately) too far to make out. His hair is neatly pushed off his forehead and tucked around his ears. Some of the strands near the front are too short, so they keep falling into his eyes as he animatedly talks about his project and what it means to him.

Yasmine is lying if she says she’s listening to a single word he’s saying. With every few movements, Harry blinks at the disruption of those strands, and his hand fusses with pushing the dark curls away. His curls are a lot more defined than they usually are in the mornings when they have class together. They look tousled, lightly coated with product, and well maintained.

Harry moves around the stage a lot, barely looking down at his notes as he goes into some artful topic that his thesis revolves around, but it’s all going in one of Yasmine’s ears and out the other. Because occasionally, he’ll walk over to her side of the room, and he’ll look around at nearly everyone’s face. He doesn't appear nervous at all, and he keeps one hand tucked into his pants pocket as if this is the easiest thing he’s ever had to do. He looks effortless, expensive.

She’s horrified when she realizes it: he looks hot.

And in response, her body feels hot.

As soon as she thinks about it, Harry’s sparkling eyes (that are totally from the overhead light, and maybe from the excitement he feels about his thesis) fall down to hers. She swallows when he holds her eye contact for more than a few seconds, and then a dimple indents his cheek before he moves away and continues to speak to the other side of the room.

Her heart thunders in her chest just from looking at him.

It’s safe to say that she does not retain any knowledge of Harry’s presentation. She’s too busy thinking about other things – such as what the material of his collar must feel like, how well pressed his black button down is, and whether Harry walks around in just his dress pants while ironing his shirt and blazer. What if he had a tie on? It would absolutely be black as well, and knowing Harry, it would be casually loosened to look somewhere in the middle of trying hard and not trying at all.

And he would make it work so well.

His presentation lasts only 15 minutes, and yet Yasmine is left reeling once he smiles and leaves the stage. He walks confidently. He doesn’t take any questions, but judging by the students’ applause, the presentation is well received.

Yasmine thinks she claps. She doesn’t remember. Harry comes out from behind the stage when the next presentation is being set up for another graduate student, and to her dismay (and shock at herself), Harry doesn’t sit at her table, though it has space. He sits elsewhere, at a table in front of hers. She has a view of the back of his neck where his hair elegantly curls against his skin.

She stares at his neck for a long time, absently thinking about how it would be like to be held in his arms tightly as she kisses that spot. Her body isn’t aching in the way that it was before. It’s experiencing a different type of ache now.

Later when all the presentations are completed, Yasmine gathers her belongings and gets ready to leave. There’s dinner being provided, but she thinks she’s had a weird enough night and its’ time to head home.

Harry stops her when she stands up, putting her coat on. He’s right behind her as she pushes her chair out, turning to another TA to say goodbye.

Harry’s hand is on the back of her chair, and the smile on his face is small, but present. She is very aware of it.

And oh fuck. To make matters worse, he’s also lost the blazer. He’s left in his thin black button down shirt (that looks slightly see-through? Double fuck.) and dress pants. Yasmine’s hand balls into a fist.

“Hi,” Harry greets. “I thought I saw your name on the RSVP’d list. You don’t come out very often so it was a pleasant surprise.”

“Yes,” she replies, looping her bag over her body. “Congratulations on the successful presentation.”

What she wants to say is something along the lines of, “Why the hell do you look and smell so good?”

Harry leans against the back of her chair. He's chewing gum.

Triple fuck.

“Thank you. Maybe you’ve got some good competition now, hm?”

“Sorry?” She blinks.

“You know,” he says, crossing his arms. Yasmine absolutely does not look at the way his biceps fill out the shirt. She does not. “Everyone loved your presentation a few weeks back. I heard department heads and professors talking about the chance of making it into a full blown research paper. I’m thinking maybe we’ve sparked a little friendly competition between us.” He’s grinning now, holding her eye contact. “It could be fun to work against each other, you know? Work on our thesis so we can use the competition to make ourselves better.”

“I don’t have any plans of working against you,” she says, looking at his neck. “I’m sure we’ll do great individually.”

Yasmine’s eyes drag down over the tattoos on his skin. They’re birds of some kind, and a silver pendant rests between his collar bones. His suit looks neatly pressed and steamed, not a single line in sight.

He looks… so good. That’s not even the right word. He looks enticing, open and enthralling. It’s like he’s playing with her, knowing just how much she’s attracted to him right now. He knows how good he looks. She feels her jaw tense. Why do her fingers ache to run over the soft skin of his jugular? That vein that’s protruding from under his jaw mesmerizes her. She vaguely registers their closeness and how his chest rises and falls quickly. Why does she want to reach over and brush her lips against the slight stubble on his cheeks, just enough to scratch comfortably at her skin. Not coarse enough to sting, but to make her think about his face against her own for several days on.

It’s pitiful how she’s a literature student and yet she cannot find a single word to describe him right now. It’s angering, frustrating. It’s just Harry after all.

Harry stands up straighter. “Careful, Yasmine,” he murmurs, his hands in his pockets now. His eyes are intense, darker. He’s no longer smiling, and his own shoulders are more tense. He bites on the inside of his cheek, and her heart jumps when his eyes dip lower as well, just for a fraction of a second before he’s focused on her eyes again.

“Are you leaving?” he asks when she doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah. It’s kind of late.”

Harry nods, rubbing the side of his jaw. “You don’t want to stay for dinner?”

“Not really. I’m pretty tired. And I’ve got plans for tomorrow.”

The last part is a lie, but it usually works when getting out of stuff. Instead of making Harry give it up, it makes him frown. “What kind of plans?”

“Just…plans. I’ll see you in class.”

“Right.” He steps out of the way to let her go. But at the last moment, his warm hand grabs her wrist. “Hey.”

She looks over her shoulder. He releases her arm lightning quick. “Yeah?”

He smiles faintly. “You look nice.”

I’m going to jump this man, Yasmine thinks to herself. No, I’m going to jump on him. But what she makes herself say is, “Thanks. You, too.”

Later that night, she’ll think about Harry. The way his hair curls beautifully, around his ears. The way he moves. The way he throws his head back and laughs. The way he hugs all the other students and shakes everyone’s hand. Except hers. He’s never gone in for a hug with her. He’s shaken her hand a few times.

Yasmine repeatedly tells herself that this Harry is the same annoying one that likes to push her buttons and make her feel like he’s better than her.

But then why can’t she stop thinking about him? About his dimples and his bright eyes and his tattoos. His hands, the casualness about the way he carries himself, his confidence. She imagines the press of his firm body against hers. The warmth he gives off making the ache in her body lessen.

She goes to sleep that night thinking she’ll forget all about him in the morning.

She ends up being very wrong. Because from then on, she can’t ever stop thinking about Harry.

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