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varivahl · 1 year
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Playing NFS Heat again and really love how my RX7 turned out!! ♡ The sticker on the back reads "Stickers Make Me Go Faster" :3
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nouru-vi · 1 year
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Subaru BRZ Premium. A car I bought just to tick it off the Japanese tuner list, but it became a surprise fave. If you play Heat, do not sleep on this thing, in my experience it's among the game's top performers in track racing. I've done some runs with this that were only a couple seconds behind my RSR.
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keisobe · 9 months
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── ⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 (𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚)
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from spider-man : across the spiderverse (spoiler free!!)
characters. miles morales. miguel o’hara. hobie brown & peter b. parker. + pavitr prabhakar
notes. i quickly wrote this because spiderverse has consumed a lot of my attention (cue the tiktok edits i’ve saved of hobie and miguel). anyways hope i did the characterization accurate enough and hope it was fun to read ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) + not completely proofread
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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 ❤︎
he’s painfully awkward when it comes to hugging. his limbs don’t know where to wrap around, so they keep flaring everywhere until you end up locking him into one solid hug.
miles is also very respectful of your boundaries, he would do that weird hover hand thing over your waist that would look very off in photos (his hand literally 3 inches away from your shoulder, but a good photo overall).
but when he’s close to you, he would pull you into a protective and warm embrace— especially if he has been worried sick about you. that’s until he pulls away and let’s out a chuckle accompanied with a light scratch on the back of his neck to ease his worries.
“umm… wait— lemme just…”
miles’ arms were bending awkwardly and moving in lightning speed, a nervous smile plastered onto his conflicted features— twitching brows and all.
you huffed at his failed attempt to simply embrace you, so you forcefully hooked your arms around his neck and brought him closer, feeling the softness of his cheek against your forehead and the pacing heartbeat you didn’t know he had.
“it’s fine, it’s just me silly.” you teased into his ear, prompting miles to chuckle at his own awkwardness and to wrap his strong arms around your waist.
“right, it’s you.” he whispered more to himself, leaning down to reach your height and to cutely rest his head in the nape of your neck. “just you.”
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𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 ❤︎
hasn’t been held in so long. he says that he doesn’t do hugs, will probably go into flight-and-fight mode if you even asked for a small embrace. if you’re lucky though, he’ll leave you with a deadly glare and an annoyed huff.
but in the heat of the moment, in the moments of needed comfort, he will be there to give you an embrace. although, his hugs are tight, to the point you have a hard time breathing. it’ll take him a moment to notice that you’re literally breathless and will cough a lousy sorry as compensation for squeezing you to death (but he actually feels bad).
what nobody knows (maybe expect you) is that he prefers hugs that can display his strength. lifting you off from the ground with ease makes him smirk to himself. surprise hugs from the back also avoids the awkwardness of confronting actual romantic contact (it’s also more fun for him).
“what now?” miguel folds his arms impatiently as he watches you dumbly spread your arms out, a determined glint in your eyes.
no response, you simply spread your arms wider. miguel huffs an annoyed laugh and awkwardly comes up to you to embrace you, with a tightness that made you choke for air. then he suddenly lifts you from the floor, making you latch tightly around his neck.
miguel sighs deeply, the irritation that emitted from him suddenly became comfortably warm.
“did you need this hug?” you managed to breathe out, threading your fingers through the loose brown hair in the back of his neck.
“yeah, i really needed it.” miguel mumbles out in embarrassment, tightening his muscular arms around your waist— prompting a weak yet satisfied wheeze from your lips.
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𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 ❤︎
he’s chill with hugs, but he’s very friendly about it. likes to latch an arm on his mates and such— but an immediate sweet embrace you won’t really get (he’s good at reading people, so if you’re vibes are off, he ain’t moving an inch).
he generally prefers to give side hugs, nothing too personal and definitely fits his overall demeanor. match that up with a firm compliment and a friendly pat on the shoulder. but if he’s close to you, he’ll be there patiently with open arms.
then he’s analyzing you closely as you embrace him, listening closely for a change in your heartbeat or any small noise that escapes your mouth. he subtly smells you too and will not forget your scent (will use the same detergent as you right after the embrace). there’s a moment of silence and it’s perfectly comfortable.
“c’mere.” hobie faintly whispers with an expanded arm, his expression unusually soft.
immediately you ran to receive an embrace from his slim body, a wet sniffle muffled into his webbed suit as tears began to pour from your eyes. hobie hovers a calloused hand over your back, thinking for a moment, until he decides that it was fine to do so. he pats the small of your back comfortably, murmuring a song he wrote to soothe your sadness.
“thank you hobie.” you hiccuped, leaning onto his chest. hobie simply nodded, playing with the ends of your hair with a painted finger.
“yea...” he mumbled, noticing that the tears that stained your cheeks before faded and your breathing steadied. “no probs.”
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𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 ❤︎
he’s painfully awkward too. pull him into an embrace, he will let out an uncomfortable chuckle as he carefully pries you off his body. peter makes it obvious he wants his space, rightfully so.
actually, head pats is something he prefers to give. it’s comforting for him to be able to teasingly mess your hair to get a whine from you, or feel the texture of your hair under his palms. also, he’s an old man (will feel extremely insulted if you say his comforting technique is equivalent to that of an elderly folk).
but if he’s close with you or there is a moment when an embrace is desperately needed, he wouldn’t hesitate to pull you into a deep embrace. due to his new plushness to his body and rarity of his soft affection, peter’s embraces feel warm and inviting. sorry though, it’ll only last a few seconds until he’s pulling away immediately (will give up if you pull him back into the embrace tho).
“there, there kiddo…” peter softly pats your head, poorly attempting to cool your temper.
“not working peter.”
peter sighs in defeat as he slowly retracted his hand, thinking of a solution to cheer you up. without a second thought, he quickly pulled you into an embrace with efficient strength— the softness of his stomach contrasted the hardness of his chest. immediately you light up, nuzzling into his warm arms as he playfully swayed your body side-to-side.
“better?” he chuckled at your dazed expression, maybe hugging wasn’t so bad.
“yeah…” you could hear the slow patters of his heartbeat as he tightened the protective hold around your waist.
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satorusdiary · 9 months
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8:43 pm - toji fushiguro
toji jerking off to you when you’re away :)
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“ohh- fuck. angel.” the older man groans out, his fist rubbing up and down the base of his cock. it was a pain you were not home, he needed you right now. literally.
he hated when you were not around him, he missed your cute ass, your beautiful lips, your pretty smile, and your hands wrapped around his cock while you suck the living soul out of him.
his phone was on his left hand, a few photos of your nude beautiful body was on the screen. it helped guide him to his orgasm, the only thing that would be able to help him since you were not around.
his hand speeds up, slapping his cock on his screen. small droplets of precum spills onto your shared bed.
his mind continues to think about you. he thinks about being on top of you, his hips furiously slapping against yours as his cock hits a special squishy spot inside of you.
your beautiful moans bouncy over the walls of your bedroom, and the feeling of your tits pressed against his chest as he flips you into mating press. his favorite position.
"shit- baby. gonna cum." his low voice rumbles through his chest, he's close, insanely close. if only he was able to cum inside of you, or on your breasts instead of it landing on the sheets.
he grits his teeth, the feeling of frustration builds up in his chest as he aggressively pumps his wet cock.
after a few pumps, and many loud grunts- which he was sure his neighbors heard.. toji releases. many spurts of cum lands on the sheets, and as well on his bare, toned torso.
his body heats up, head feeling dizzy and fuzzy. but not fuzzy enough to block out the beautiful image of you by his side.
toji's cock lays limb against his chest, he curses to himself when he looks at the mess he made everywhere. without hesitation, he picks up his phone with messy hands and takes a few photos of his cock messed up with his cum to send to you while you're away with your friends.
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toji my love sent 9:05 pm
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toji my love sent 9:05 pm
i miss you baby, come home soon and clean this mess for me.
toji my love sent 9:06 pm
i love you so much, more then anything.
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your whole body heats up as you look at the images your pretty husband sent, making sure your phoen was out of sight from any of your other friends.
you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together, a wet feeling pooling in your underwear.
you stood up from the couch and coughed, smiling at your group of friends who we’re chatting the night away.
“i’m sorry guys, i have to get home. megumi isn’t feeling well.” you frowned, a total lie.
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jujutsu kaisen masterlist
this man will always be my number 1.
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lilmashae · 7 months
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゚+*:ꔫ:* run back to me. — p.sh (smut, 18+)
cw: hoonie is really questionable, stalking(?), manipulation(?), mention of baby trapping, was listening to 'i love you hoe,' and this shit came to mind so i lazily wrote it up :p
"i hate you, park sunghoon!"
"really? tell me how much you hate me."
"oh, fuck you!"
"you already did."
"we're done." you slammed the door behind you.
sunghoon was cocky — this wasn't your first argument. you two'd argue like this every couple of months. you'd yell, scream, cry, and every time you'd call it quits — but not really. because you'd always come back, knocking on his apartment door, "baby, you were right. let me in." and he would happily let you in. he wouldn't turn you away, you were so pretty with puffy eyes and lips. the night'd end the same, with you back in his bed.
but this time — this time was different.
it'd been two months. no drunken texts or calls, not even a knock on his door at 2:00 am.
so what? it's just taking (you) a little bit longer than usual — that's it. he doesn't care. sunghoon convinces himself that you're going crazy at home. he tries to remember you're nothing without him. you need him. right?
what'll it hurt to check your instagram a couple times? not that he's worried. maybe, he'll scroll through your twitter too — even check your location while he's at it. who the fuck is that? some guy in one of your photos, the two of you stand close with wide smiles plastered on your faces. sunghoon — who's usually stoic and calm, finds himself frustrated seeing your latest posts. you look happy. a little too happy. you shouldn't be this happy without him. so he decides then, to take it upon himself to come to you. after all, he's only doing what's best for you — and everyone knows he's what's best for you.
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"sunghoon?"
you were out running errands. you found yourself in the freezer section, browsing for whatever when you saw someone oddly familiar. "ah, y/n, hey." he gives you a small smile, and you nod. "hey... it's good to see you."
"you look good, y/n."
"thank you, you too."
" 'running errands?"
you swallow dryly, "err... yeah. something like that."
"do you—" he pretends to stutter. "do you want to catch up? it's been a while."
"i'm a bit busy today." you have to stay away from him. you're well aware of his effect on you.
"you can come over," it's working, he thinks to himself. "tomorrow night, if you're free." he wants you to feel like it's a choice — it's not.
"well, uhm... okay." you smile.
your fate is sealed — death by park sunghoon.
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"shit, s'tight!" he grunts. " 'were made for me, weren't you? tight little pussy s'all mine? hoonie's pussy, right?"
you can almost feel him in your stomach. sunghoon sloppily thrusts his hips into your own, he's nearly folding you in half. "hoonie's pussy! it's yours, baby. f-fuck! it's yours!" he bites down feeling you clench around his length, still rapidly fucking into your heat. you can feel him stretching your cunt.
"who's fucking you like this, huh? who does it best, sweet girl?"
"y-you!" you squeal out.
" 'n what's my name, baby?"
"s-sunghoo- shit! sunghoon!"
"there you go, sweetheart." he coos into your ear. " 'wan't me to fuck you full of my cum? 'give you all my babies, i'll make you a mommy?" he snaps his hips into yours, feeling himself close. you can feel a knot in your stomach, holding your breath you gasp out, "yes, yes, yes! please! please make me a mommy, hoonie! 'want all your cum." and he chuckles. "all of it?" nodding, you can feel him speed up. his rhythmic thrusts feeling more heavy as he lifts himself up, busying one of his hands with your clit — prodding and massaging before placing a wet kiss on your lips.
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st4rrth0ughts · 2 months
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There's not enough sub!Sampo out there thank you for writing it <3 I just want to put him in a mating press and breed him. Maybe be his sugar daddy and make him wear slutty outfits. He's a whore (affectionatly)
a/n :aghsshsk anon you read my mind holy shit (+ tw, sampo being a little shit) [edit, sorry for the long ass wait, anon, i lost motivation T-T
Sampo being fucked silly by sugar daddy reader. 💎💚
Its a match made in heaven, whether the unspoken feelings between you two went unsaid or not. You wanted company, and had too much money for yourself to spend alone. Sampo was more than willing to be the one for you to dote on. Its pretty nice, coffee dates, spoling your purple haired sweetheart, you could say that the cunning man knew the effect he had on you. But sometimes, he steps out of line, flirting with other people, even he needs some punishment.
You knew Sampo was probably doing this just to get on your nerves. Its no secret that he's always turned on by you manhandling him in the bedroom like he was a toy. Perhaps the last straw for you was when he sent you photos while you were at work, with your pretty sugar baby in a outfit that made your cock bulge embarrassingly large in your pants. He was making a lewd face at the camera, a vibrator shoved into his pussy with the caption, wish it was you inside me, sweetheart <33. When you get home, he's protesting as you drag and lock him in the bedroom, but the glint in his eyes tell you that he knew damn well this would happen.
Fuck him in that outfit he was wearing earlier, tears pricking his eyes as you stuff the vibrator into his cunt, turning it at max speed while he whimpers and begs you to have mercy on him, saying he'll be your good boy. Well, too late for that, you think as he throws his head back, squirting hard around the toy, as you gently coo and let it continue to overstimulate him, fingers finding their way to trace over his nub, making him arch against the bed like a cat in heat. His eyes are wide open as he throws his head back, his arms restrained by the handcuffs bounding him to the bed post.
Reaching down and burying your face into his cunt, your tongue plunging into his cushy walls, making him squeal and pull agaisnt his restraints so hard its bruising his wrists. Despite all that, he's still being a good boy and keeping his legs open for you to ravish him, and your all too happy to oblige. Stuffing another finger into his pussy as you find spots so deep in him the thief is seeing stars as he bucks his hips into the air. He lets out a pretty wail when you shove your length into him at one go, his stomach bulging from the sheer size of you, which is something he'll never get used to.
Fondle his tits as your cock pounds into him from behind as he arches his back harshly, he’ll claw at the sheets, your back, your arms, but it’s futile as your hands maintain their grip on his waist, your mouth and soft lips roaming over his neck. His cunt is dripping while his head lolls back, dazed eyes looking back at you. lifting him up from the bed as your hands hold him, his legs dangling over the ground limply as your cock hits all the right spots deep in him, his cum leaking around you and forming a small pool on the carpet, his hands trying to claw at your arms as he whines out for you to stop, only to cry softly when you actually do show signs of slowing down, stuffing two fingers down his throat to muffle him as he’s left midair being fucked silly by you.
Getting him into a mating press while he panics slightly at how deep you push into him, your cock fits so much nicer like this, and he shrieks when you start to fuck his cervix. His hands held above him in a firm grasp as he tries to struggle away from you, begging for a break as your length splits him open again, loud wails and sobs filling the room as his knees are folded to his chest, aeons, he can feel you fucking his cervix so harshly that the bed is creaking from your movements. he comes undone with a sharp moan, his body laying limp against the pillow, but oh dear, your not done with him. Your sure he can handle just a few more rounds for his daddy, cant he?
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landonorizzz · 2 months
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SUMMARY: pierre is not the boyfriend of the year that everyone thought. his girlfriend is left to fend for herself, fourtunately she seems to have good people in her corner PAIRING: pierre gasly x ex! fem! redbull media team! oc , [redacted] x fem! redbull media team! oc (no faceclaim) WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, cursing A/N: this is my first one, it was supposed to be y/n BUT i just didn't like how it looked? idk, i needed to have a name so everyone meet Marceline ;))
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marcilazzaro1 new day, new city! explored zandvoort today before coming back for media duties ;)
(maxverstappen1 please don't be a pr nightmare this week)
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carlandoo333 she's so mother i can't
pierregasly so i don't get credit for the photos?
↳ marcilazzaro1 everyone knows you're my personal photographer love
pierregasly belle, mon ange 🤍
↳ marcilazzaro1 grazie 🤍
↳ ilpredestinatox I JUST WANT EHAT THEY HAVE
babygirll oh no! i was at that caffè today, i can't believe i missed them!
maxverstappen1 depends on what you have prepared for our media duties this week i guess
↳ marcilazzaro1 max cmon now, you know how this works. i can't really 'let you off' media duties
↳maxverstappen1 eh, worth a try
lilymhe are we still on for drinks after FP2?
↳ marcilazzaro1 lily, love of my life, of course we are
↳ alexalbon excuse me? i'm the boyfriend here
↳ marcilazzaro1 not for long now albono ;)
sheilaxf1 I'm so here for lily and marci being the ultimate girlfriends
↳ landoscar814 they are iconic
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marcilazzaro1 added to their story!
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marcilazzaro1 and that's another podium in the bag! bébé i am so proud of you, you have no idea. my heat speeds up every time i see your happy smile, every time i feel like i'm drunk on the champagne with you 🥂 here's to many more, i love you completely 🤍
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pierregasly it's a pleasure to share this journey with you mon ange, i can't wait for the next chapter 🤍
↳ marcilazzaro1 🤍🥂
sundaylover okay whos cutting up onions and shit
hammertime_1 oh yeah she is in looooovee love
maxverstappen1 what about my podium?
↳ marcilazzaro1 you've got a full post on the redbull account and a story, stop fishing
↳ cuddlyxricc i absolutely love their friendship
↳ byelandoo right?? i feel like she's the only media person he doesn't automatically hate
danielricciardo see you at the after party (you have to convince him to do a shoey)
↳ marcilazzaro1 ah, i fear that i will not make it to the party, i still have work to do daniel ;) but you guys enjoy yourselves. and watch out for the hand please, will you?
elplanxincoming am i the only one or was Pierre's comment kinda weak after the WHOLE PARAGRAPH she wrote??
↳ sunshine_dr3 god i didn't want to say anything but yeah, it feels forced almost
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marci's messages
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Marci: where are you? are you still at the party?
Esteban: No.
Esteban: Me, Lance and Mick are all in my room.
Marci: Can I come?
Esteban: Aren't you supposed to be surprising your boyfriend?
Marci: I guess I already did.
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Marci: I already packed my stuff, I don't really have anywhere to go. RedBull doesn't have the extra room for me this weekend and the hotel is packed.
Esteban: Merde, Marci. Of course you can come here, I'll even let you have the bed.
Marci: Thank you, Este.
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PF: That's all I have.
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PF: For what it's worth, I really am sorry that this hapened.
Marci: Still, you ALL lied to me and treated me like an idiot.
Marci: So really, your "sorry" doesn't mean shit now, does it?
PF: Why do you think I took those photos?
PF: I wanted to tell you. So many times.
Marci: Why didn't you then?
PF: I'm sorry.
Marci: You know what, fuck you.
Marci: You're lucky I didn't expose all of you. You all knew what he was doing and none of you said anything. That's fucked and you know it.
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marci's messages:
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Pierre: Baby, what's going on?
Pierre: Where are you?
Marci: Why, is your friend already gone? What, didn't stay the night?
Pierre: What are you talking about?
Marci: Spare me, Pierre. You know exacly what I'm talking about.
Marci: If you need a reminder I'm sure that twitter's ready to jog your memory.
Pierre: What the fuck Marceline
Pierre: What the hell did you do?!
Pierre: Merde
Pierre: Are you actually insane?? This is a PR nightmare, you KNOW this
Pierre: You have to delete those
Marci: Oh yeah, I don't think so.
Marci: I already apologized to your media team for the chaos, I ain't deleting shit.
Pierre: You're a bitch, Marceline
Marci: Fuck you, you absolute scumbag.
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Adam: You get a week of PTO
Adam: It's a non-negotiable order from upstairs so, yeah. See you next week. Go relax, wind down. Heal.
Adam: We're all sorry that this happened to you, the RB media team is standing with you.
Marci: Thank you, Adam.
Marci: Also, what does "upstairs" mean?
Adam: Christian's orders.
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marcilazzaro1 some much needed home time on the big boss' orders ;)) thank you for your kind words and support, see you soon everyone.
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charlies_sun we're all with you marci 🤍
redbullracing Big boss says to rest up and come back stronger!
↳marcilazzaro1 got it 🤠
↳ilpredestinatox this is so sweet
sheilaxf1 i just don't understand how could he do this to her
↳hammertime_1 RIGHTT???
danielricciardo the personalised dart board and dr3 wine are already on their way
↳marcilazzaro1 thank you Danny! it's much appreciated, especially the board
danielricciardo everybody loves a farm girl 🤠
↳marcilazzaro1 do they now?
↳lestappen116 are they...... flirting?
↳ilpredestinatox GIRL, bfr her and pierre JUST broke up
sundaylover how does she look so GOOD??
↳carlando333 she's so mother i can't-
michael_44 oh boo hoo, she's been cheated on. that's no reason to slack off on her work
↳elplanxincoming oh fuck off
maxverstappen1 there might be an incident at T1 at Monza, just say the word
↳marcilazzaro1 thank you maxie, but that won't ne nessecary 🧡
brunolazzaro03 good to have you home, even if you're stealing all my ice cream
↳marcilazzaro1 come on, mum said i can have them
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marci's message:
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Claire: Hello, this is Claire. We spoke on instagram.
Marci: Yes, we did. Im Marceline.
Claire: I know.
Claire: Look, I'm sorry that this happened.
Claire: I really am.
Marci: Stop please
Marci: Can you just explain it to me from the beginning?
Claire: Yeah, sure. Of course.
Claire: I met Pierre at a party in Milan that I went to with my friends.
Marci: When was that?
Claire: Last June
Claire: I think.
Marci: Okay
Claire: I'm sorry.
Claire: Anyway, we met and he was really shocked that I didn't know who he was. And I really HAD no idea who he was.
Claire: He said he worked in motorsports, I've never qustioned it and never tried to search for him.
Marci: Why didn't you look for him?
Claire: Honestly? I didn't care enough. For me it was just sex.
Claire: I didn't even know his last name. Just had his phone number.
Marci: And you met up multiple times?
Claire: Yeah, whenever he was in Milan. I swear I didn't know he had a girlfriend. He said he was single when we first met.
Marci: Well, we started dating in 2019 so... he definitely wasn't.
Claire: I am so sorry Marceline.
Claire: I found out about you from twitter. There was this hashtag trending and suddenly there was this picture of me plastered all over my timeline.
Claire: I've tried to understand what's going on, and I found out I've been screwing someone's boyfriend for the last year. God I'm so disgusted with myself.
Marci: Don't be, please.
Claire: I swear I wouldn't get with him if I knew that he was taken.
Marci: I don't blame you Claire. Any of you. It's not like you MADE him do it.
Marci: Thank you for contacting me, serioulsy.
Claire: It's the least I could do, I didn't see another option.
Claire: Text me whenever you need and I'll try to shine some light on things.
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DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!
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harryforvogue · 2 months
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a fic about harry and faye where faye needs to be picked up because it's snowed so bad and also she's feeling very very needy. has smut so be careful. or not. do whatever you like. DO leave feedback though or else i will fucking haunt you
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Faye calls Harry at around 6pm.
He’s asleep, his iPad abandoned by his side with the pen still between his fingertips. He doesn’t know what time he dozed off, but he’s got to thank Faye for the portable heater she bought him for Christmas. It’s magnificent.
Getting himself out of bed to reach for his phone is difficult. When he finally manages, the only thing that makes him pick up is Faye’s photo.
He brings it to his ear. “Hi, baby.”
Immediately, he can hear the frown in her voice. “Oh no. I woke you up.”
“It’s all right,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to sleep anyways. I’ll barely get a few hours at night if I nap now.” He brings his phone back to his bed and sits down. “What’s up?”
“Um, well I just finished rehearsals.”
“Yeah? That’s good. Got out early?”
“Yes, it’s snowing pretty bad now.”
“Mm, is it?” He forces himself to get back up and take a peek out his curtains. She’s right; the snow lays on the roads, flurries all around still. “You wanna stay on the phone with me until you get home?”
“That’s kind of the thing. I’ve been at this bus stop for 15 minutes and my app keeps saying the bus is about to come, but the roads aren’t properly cleared so I don’t think it’s coming.”
Harry frowns. “You’re outside?”
“Yeah. I walked to the stop, but it’s like a ghost town here. Nobody’s out driving. The buses may have all been canceled.”
“Oh shit. Are you wearing warm clothes? Gloves and all?”
“Yup.”
“Good. Which stop are you at today? I’ll come get you.”
There’s instant relief in her voice. “Thank you.” She tells him which stop and then sighs softly. “It’s not that cold which is good. I suppose I should sit down on the bench but there’s ice on it and I already slipped while walking here. My butt still hurts.”
Harry groans as he tugs his jacket on and grabs an extra beanie. He shoves his feet into his shoes and grabs his keys. “Don’t tell me that,” he says. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” Faye laughs. “I’m okay.”
“Think you can hold on for 15 minutes?”
“Yes, but Harry you have to drive safely, okay? The inner roads aren’t cleared at all.”
Harry sticks a piece of gum in his mouth. “Yeah, love, I’ll be fine.”
“Okay.”
“Wanna stay on the phone with me?”
“Um, I would, but I can barely feel my fingers.”
Harry has to groan again. He’s outside now and thankfully his car isn’t looking too bad. He’ll still need to defrost it a bit. “Faye, you just told me you had gloves!”
“Whoops.”
“Okay, I’m going to hang up, but please try to get warm. Go into one of those shops nearby.”
“The only shop open near me is the chicken shop.”
“Go in there.”
“I don’t like the smell of chicken.”
“I must say that you are insanely difficult today.”
Faye giggles. “I’m not.” She must hear him turn his ignition on. “Okay, bye now. Drive safe.”
“I will.”
She hangs up. Harry has to step out of the car with his snow brush, pushing his way over to clean his windshields. He’s blasting the heat on the inside, and within ten minutes, he’s ready to go. When he gets back in his car, he’s muttering swears, trembling with the cold. “Not that cold, my ass.”
And Faye’s right. The inner roads are horrendous. He drives so below the speed limit, he may as well walk to get her. 15 minutes turn into 20 and by the time he’s pulling up to her bus stop, he’s very worried Faye may be a frozen block of ice. 
Faye wobbles her way over to the car, yanking the door open and all but throwing herself inside. She’s shivering so bad, Harry puts the car in park and reaches over the console to hug her tightly.
“For fuck’s sake, Faye,” he mutters, suppressing a shiver at her cold face pressed into his neck. “I told you to go into the shop!”
“If y-you made me wait any longer, I would have!”
“I drove as fast as I could.”
Harry turns the heat up higher and rubs her arms firmly, trying to get her tight muscles to relax. She’s wearing a winter jacket, yes, but her head is uncovered and she doesn’t even have a scarf. He pulls back to look at her, hoping there’s disappointment on his face. But Faye’s eyes just light up and then she’s lifting her head to get a kiss.
He can’t say no.
He cups her face and softly kisses her. Her lips are cold, but he can still taste the cherry chapstick as if she kept reapplying it every few minutes. She kisses him several more times, but when she places her frozen hands on his neck, he pulls away sharply.
“Faye!” He holds his neck as if wounded. “That’s so cold!”
Faye’s knees bounce. “Sorry!"
She doesn’t look sorry.
He grabs the beanie he’s brought her and throws it onto her head. Her bangs get caught on her forehead, momentarily blinding her, and she laughs, fixing the hat. Her black hair frames her cheeks. She reaches in for another kiss, but Harry stops her with a shake of his head.
“Get warm first. Or else you’ll get hypothermia and then I’ll have nobody to kiss.”
Faye says, “Wow you sound a lot like me.” She holds her trembling hands by the vents, shivering so bad, she’s compelled to make audible noises to show how cold she is, her jaw quivering. Harry starts driving the car again, and once he gets off the main street, he reaches for her hand and holds it in his lap.
“How were rehearsals?”
“Okay,” she says, shoulders shaking. “Maybe people couldn’t come in today because of the snow. I had to do, like, three roles.”
“Opening night is next month, right?”
“Yup. I got you your tickets.”
Harry kisses the back of her hand, squeezing her pale fingertips hard. She's painted her nails dark blue, he notices. “Thank you. Are you hungry?”
“Mhm.”
“Let’s get something to eat then. I don’t have anything at home. Didn’t cook today.”
“Oh. Are we going to yours?”
“Yes.”
“Can I stay over?”
Harry smiles. “Yes.”
“Is Timmy home?”
“Nope.”
“Can we play that video game again?”
Harry sends her a look. “I thought you’d want to watch a movie or something.”
“Well, if you want to. But I had a lot of fun playing that game.”
“Yes, you were so good at it.”
She was not. Harry spent the entire night trying to save her, getting himself killed, and then yelling and begging her to stay alive until he could be revived. Faye had a lot of fun it seems, though Harry wouldn’t say it was a very productive night.
But, if she wants to do it, then they will.
“I feel like I’ll be better tonight,” Faye says, leaning forward to put her face against the air vent. Her eyes flutter shut. “We’ll get to the next level.”
“You mean level two.”
She laughs.
Harry’s pulling up to the take out shop they’ve agreed on when his phone goes off. He answers it on the car’s speakerphone.
“Yeah, mate?”
“Hey,” Timothée’s voice rings out. “Where are you right now?”
“I’m with Faye picking up food.”
“Oh cool. Hey, can you pick me up from the shop, man? My car’s fucking buried.”
Harry sighs. “Yeah, that’s fine. When are you off work?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Yeah, I’ll get you.”
“Cool, and hey–”
“Yeah?”
“Can you grab me some food? I’ll pay you back.”
Harry says, “I’ll think about it.”
There’s silence on the other line until Timmy says, “Faye?”
She leans in. “Yeah?”
“Can you make sure he gets me food? I’ll Venmo you right now.”
“Will do.”
“Thanks. Bye!” And then he hangs up.
Harry rubs his eye and then unbuckles his seat belt. Faye goes to do the same, but he stops her, shaking his head. “No, you need to stay warm.”
“I’m fine!”
“Nope.” He locks the car after opening his door and gives her a meaningful look. She watches him disappear into the shop.
When he comes back, he thinks she’s looking a lot better. The red in her cheeks has returned and she’s reapplying her chapstick without shaking fingers. He leans over and kisses her, pleased that her lips aren’t frozen anymore. Unexpectedly, she holds onto his collar and kisses him harder, and she doesn’t let him go until he’s chuckling against her lips and trying to pry away.
“What’s gotten into you?” he murmurs, peppering kisses down to her jaw. She shivers, but not from the cold this time.
“Just missed you.”
“Mm.” He kisses her cheek. “I missed you too.”
It’s a lot harder to drive after that, especially because Harry’s hand rests on Faye’s thigh, and she keeps playing with his fingers, occasionally pulling his hand up to kiss his palm. 
When they get to the shop, Timmy rushes into the car and slaps a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Thank you, man. This is great. Thanks. Hey, Faye.”
“Hi.”
“You’re coming over?”
“Yup.”
“Cool. Did you get me any food?”
“Yes we did.” She hands him the aux cord when he asks for it. They listen to his odd taste in music for the ride home.
Harry takes Faye up to his room when they get home. Timmy’s nearly falling asleep so he eats his food quietly and then heads to his own room with a reminder through the walls that he’d appreciate it if Harry and Faye kept it down.
Faye says, “I don’t know why he always says that,” as she’s climbing into Harry’s lap on his bed in his shirt only. He looks up at her, eyes shining, his hands resting just below her butt. She wraps her arms around his neck. “We’ve never been that loud.”
“I mean I certainly haven’t,” Harry teases, pulling her down onto his thighs.
“Me neither!”
“Sure.”
Faye can’t come up with a response, so she kisses him, and then turns around in his lap, back pressed to his warm, strong chest. He places his hand on her thigh, holding her to him. As he’s setting up the game, she reaches over and grabs his iPad, turning it on to see his latest sketch.
It’s a very daunting looking dragon with detailed wings and scales. She zooms in to see all of it, thoroughly impressed. “This is so cool, Harry!”
“Yeah? Thanks, baby. Had a client say she wanted a big dragon piece so I’ve been brainstorming.”
“Where does she want it?”
“Around her bicep.”
“It must hurt like crazy.”
Harry hooks his chin over her shoulder and hugs her tight to him. “Yeah, but as long as they’re happy with it, right?”
She turns her head to look at him with her devastatingly pretty eyes. “Have you done any cool ones this week?”
He makes a show of thinking really hard. “Did a decent snake two days ago.”
“Ooh. Will you post the pictures?”
“Yeah. Haven’t had the time to.”
Faye cradles his face and kisses his cheek. “I’ll be the first person to like it.”
“You always are,” he murmurs, tilting his head back so she can continue her kisses down his neck.
His eyes flutter shut as Faye’s hands run over his arms, gently pressing herself back against him. He feels her breath hitch.
“Faye,” he softly admonishes. “You said you wanted to play the game.” 
“It’s still loading,” she whispers back, shaking him off to be able to turn in his arms again. The force she kisses him with throws him off. He’s pushed back, hands flying out to steady himself against his mattress. She wraps her legs around him and kisses him breathless, her fingers trailing up the sides of his head and then burying themselves into his curls. She presses herself against him again, and then she gently licks at him. Harry welcomes her tongue when he parts his lips.
She kisses him like she hasn’t been kissed properly in years – which is simply untrue because he kisses her until she forgets her name on a routined basis. Faye presses herself even closer, and when the first whine leaves her throat, Harry’s arms are around her, dragging her hips against his. She sighs as if that small contact between them has caused her such release.
The TV makes a noise to tell them the game has finished loading. Faye’s mouth shows no signs of letting him up. Harry pulls up for a second to breathe, and then kisses her again, leaning into her with his hands spread out against her back. They stay there until he’s sliding his fingers under his shirt that she wears, slowly pushing her until she’s laying on her back and Harry’s hovering over her.
“The game,” he whispers.
“Hm?” she manages, rolling her hips against his again, her eyes both innocent and flirty.
He breathes out a swear and then works on pulling the shirt off of her. Faye shivers immediately, but he kisses down her neck and collarbones to warm her up, letting her adjust when she catches onto what he wants to do. She slides back and lets him move further down her body.
“Harry–”
“Yes, baby?”
She changes her mind when Harry’s fingers hook into her underwear. “Oh. Oh, nothing.”
“Tell me,” he says, dragging them down. 
“Well, it’s only that I thought I’d do this for you. Because you, um, picked me up and I wanted to thank you.”
Harry chuckles. “You can do that after this, but right now I have a feeling you’re going to explode if I don’t touch you. Care to tell me what’s got you so worked up? I fucked you so well just two days ago.”
Faye throws a hand over her eyes and Harry doesn’t know if it’s because she’s forced to answer his question while unclothed or if it’s his words that embarrass her. Possibly both.
“It’s because you came to get me and your voice was so deep and raspy and tired and your hand on my thigh and–”
Harry situates himself between her legs and lets her knees come up besides his head. He kisses her soft inner thighs and wraps his arms around them. Faye lifts her head to glance down at him and then moans softly when he licks into her. Slowly. Teasingly.
Her black hair is fanned out around her, her breath coming hard and fast. Her lips are parted, pink and swollen from their kisses. She looks ruined already. Harry will never get used to the sight. He never wants to.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, throwing her head down. Her eyes flutter shut as Harry leans in and takes over completely, his skilled mouth ruthless against her. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her down though she desperately raises herself to meet his mouth.
“Oh, I love you,” she whispers, threading her fingers into his hair. “So much.”
He sucks and licks and laps diligently until her back is gently arching off his mattress and she has to bite down on her knuckles to keep her noises in. Seeing her like this turns Harry on, his body on alert. He feels like every cell of his body has been electrified, but despite his arousal, all he wants is for Faye to fall apart against him.
It doesn’t take her long. Her thighs tremble. She cries out and yanks his hair. The pain is distant to him. Harry lets her use his tongue to ride out her high, and when she’s done, she’s whimpering from sensitivity. Harry only pulls away when she’s whining, “Ah, okay, okay, that’s it, please. No more.”
He grins at her, gently wiping the corners of his mouth. “Always so good for me.”
Faye covers her face. Harry helps her back into her clothes and then lays beside her until she’s ready to turn to him and kiss him. He kisses her hair. “My darling girl,” he whispers. “My baby. So perfect."
She’s straddling him before five minutes are up, her hands resting on his chest, hair falling like curtains around her flushed face. The strands hit Harry’s cheek. His hands are on her thighs again, and he’s smiling lazily at her.
“I love you too,” he murmurs, running his hand up to her waist. 
Faye swallows and grinds down on his length through his sweatpants. “My turn?”
“We can take a break if you w–”
“No,” she says immediately, fingers already pulling Harry’s shirt up. Her eyes hungrily take in every tattoo she slowly reveals. Harry lifts his head to pull the shirt off.
Faye seems to have something in mind already. So Harry just lets her undress him, enjoying the kisses she trails after her hands. She has plenty of energy, preferring to stay on top of him instead of switching back over. 
She works herself over him until she’s throwing her head back and nearly sobbing with relief. Harry watches the pleasure roll over her, her hands in tight fists against his chest. 
“I love you,” she says again, taking deep breaths when it’s over. Her face is a gentle pink, her chest flushed. “I love you so bad, Harry.”
Once he’s pulled out of her, he’s grabbing her waist and pulling her down to him, wrapping his arms around her tight. “I love you,” he says, kissing all over her face, wiping the corners of her eyes. “My pretty girl, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Spent, Faye lets him cuddle her, her face pressed against his neck. His body is warm and as comforting as always. He mutters how much he loves her several more times.
Some time later again, Faye raises her head from his chest and says in her scratchy voice, “Should we play now?”
And Harry kisses her and says, “Yes, baby.”
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tamaki-jiki · 2 years
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TR boys breaking the bed
~ Sanzu, Rindou, Izana ft. Kakucho
Gn!reader (except Fem!reader for Izana)
tw: rough sex, bed breaking, unprotected sex, squirting (Izana), pet names (princess and daddy- Izana, slut- Sanzu)
Hanma, Draken, Ran | Mikey, Chifuyu, Smiley, Ryusei
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Sanzu:
Sanzu was generally rough with you during sex anyway. But tonight, he wanted to see just how rough he could be. It was a bet between him and the Haitani brother’s of who could fuck their partner the hardest.
So now, he was drilling into you while holding your throat with both hands. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you could feel his cock abusing your walls with each animalistic push of his hips into you. Choked out moans left your mouth and the feeling of his hands around your throat made more heat pool in your abdomen.
“Such a good slut for me. Letting me use you like this. You fuckin’ love it, don’t ya?” A sinister grin plastered on his face.
You couldn’t answer but the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head and the way you clenched down on him told Sanzu everything. The degrading words he threw at you left you a bigger mess underneath him. He couldn’t help but feel his cock throb more just looking at you drooling and tears streaming down your face.
“C’mon, are you too fuckin’ dumb to answer a simple question?”
He already knew you were. It never failed that your brain turned to mush and you couldn’t think of anything other than him when he fucked you. Sanzu only asked you things just for his twisted, sadistic pleasure.
He gripped your throat harder and pushed you further into the bed. His pace was almost inhumanly possible and you swore you’ve never seen him like this. You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly and knew it would leave you trembling.
Before you could cum, a loud thud and the feeling of falling interrupted it. Sanzu’s actions stopped out of shock and hurriedly caught you before you slipped off the bed. He made sure you were okay and briefly examined the broken legs of the bed. Once everything seemed okay to him, his thrusts picked back up to the same insanely fast speed as before and the devilish smile returned.
“H-Haru, the bed-the bed is broken.”
“I know, baby. But I can’t leave you unsatisfied. So how about you cum for me and then we worry about the bed, yeah?”
Needless to say, the entire bed frame was shattered and he had won the bet the next day, showing photo evidence of the broken bed.
Rindou:
He was pissed. It was evident in his rough thrusts and the tight, almost hair ripping grip he had on your hair. You lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had but if you had to guess, you would say at least three. You could feel the rage in his body from the words he was spitting at you.
“You like it when my brother flirts with you, huh? Do I not give you enough attention that you need it from him?”
The possessive side of your boyfriend was always so hot to you. It brought out a more dominant side of him and you couldn’t help but strip and position yourself ass up face down on the bed when he demanded you to.
“I asked you a fucking question. I expect you to answer me.” Rindou landed a harsh smack on your ass deepening the already red marks there.
“Y-yes!” You decided you wanted to tease him a little to see if he could be rougher. “He-Ran gives me attention.”
“Hmm…” Rindou’s eyes darkened even more and he decided he was going to put you back in your place.
You felt him stop his thrusts and were about to question him until your face was shoved into the mattress, his hand holding the back of your head, and his other hand collecting your wrists and pinning them behind your back. The new angle let him hit deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach, and you could feel yourself being pushed into the bed with each slam forward.
You were on the edge of yet another orgasm, just a few thrusts away from tipping over. The screams of pleasure leaving your mouth were barely muffled by the silk sheets he held your head into. You could barely breathe but that only added to the pleasure as you came on Rindou’s cock once again.
His thrust only got rougher and faster as you started to twitch in overstimulation. You tried to pull away from him but he only pulled you back against him harder. His cock twitched inside of you indicating that he was close to his orgasm. It wasn’t much longer until he slammed his hips against yours as his cum coated your wet walls.
Suddenly, you heard a snap and felt yourself start to fall. Your eyes widened in shock and you felt Rindou quickly pull himself out of you and pull you away from the sudden slope of the bed. You fell into a fit of giggles when you saw what had happened.
Rindou had broken the bed.
He didn’t find it as funny as you did but still laughed at it too. This wasn’t the first time the bed had been damaged due to your activities but it was the first time it ever actually broke. While he wasn’t happy he would have to buy a new bed frame, he was happy that he fucked you hard enough to shatter the wood structure.
“So, still want my brother’s attention?” He raised his eyebrows at you.
You shook your head and Rindou gave a pleased smile at that. He knew you would never leave him for his brother but if he could use Ran’s flirting as an excuse to rail you like that, he would be glad to let him.
Izana:
If there was one thing your boyfriend was, it was soft. He was always gentle with you like you were made of glass and always seemed scared to hurt you. You loved it, but sometimes you wanted rough.
And his best friend was just that.
Kakucho had never heard you be so loud before. Your moans, your begging and curses, and the wet sounds echoing from between your legs have never ran through his ears like this. He could see everything perfectly from where he was seated on the chair.
“See, Kaku? Told you she likes to be treated like a whore. Tell him, princess.”
“P-please, ‘Zana. Feels so good.”
“No, no. I said tell him.” Izana roughly turned your head towards your boyfriend who was stroking his cock to the lace of Izana’s thrusts.
“It’s s-so fuckin’ good. Wanna cum again, daddy.”
Kakucho felt his cock twitch and throb in his hand at the name but Izana felt a pang of jealousy strike him. He jerked your attention back to him and pushed your legs to your chest by the back of your thighs. He slammed his hips harder against you, repeatedly hitting the spongy spot within your walls.
“I’m the one fuckin’ you and you’re going to ask him for permission?” Your eyes widened and you squeezed his cock at the possessiveness radiating off of him.
“I’m sorry. Please, ‘Zana. Wanna cum for you again.”
He would be lying if he said he didn’t love how compliant you were. When Kakucho first came to him for help, he didn’t hesitate to say yes. An offer to have his best friend’s girlfriend a sobbing mess while he watches, of course he would take it.
“I can you feel you getting close, princess. Go ahead and cum for daddy.” He whispered in your ear just loud enough for you to hear.
Your entire body tensed up and your vision went white as you gushed all over Izana’s abdomen and thighs. You missed the smirk on his face and how Kaku came all over his hand and stomach seeing you squirt for the first time.
Izana didn’t stop his thrusts however. If anything, they seemed to only increase in power and speed. You whined out and tried to push on his abdomen but he was too far gone and far too close to his orgasm.
Even when the middle of the bed snapped in half and the mattress fell to the ground, his thrusts didn’t falter. You tried to open your mouth to say something but stopped once you felt his cum fill you up. You were a shaking, sticky mess and he was a smug proud bastard.
“Sorry the bed is broken.” Izana sighed and shrugged his shoulders before looking over at Kakucho and smirking. “But I’m not sorry for breaking your girlfriend.”
Kakucho went and bought another bed the next day and set it up. You walked in just as he was about to finish putting the comforter on and he turned to you with a dark look in his eyes and a red face.
“Strip and get on the bed. I’m not stopping until this one is just little splinters.”
It’s safe to say that it wasn’t the last bed the two of you broke.
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strawberriianime · 6 months
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Wish you where here ♡
♡ you send them some naughty pictures/videos when they’re away~
♡ satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso, toji fushiguro, sukuna.
♡ cw: 18+ descriptions of body parts, nsfw linksss, whore-knee mfks, masturbation, sex talk!
☆ satoru gojo
He idly strolled on his phone, trying to hurry and rush the day. He had sent his students out on a quick mission, leaving him all bored in the hotel room he occupied. He hated being away from you for too long although it was just day 1/3, he was missing you dearly. As if you read his mind he had gotten a text message from you. He sat up clicking on your contact to see the message you had sent him. wish you where here ♡ ~ It was a video of you laying back in the king sized bed you both shared, fingers deep into your soaking heat. He adjusted the audio on his phone, allowing him to hear the the wetness of your cunt filling the room paired with your soft moans. He felt his pants tighten watching the video of you play with yourself. “fuck.” he muttered to himself. Sliding his pants down, he decided to facetime you. “Baby, put your pussy on the phone.”
☆ suguru geto
He was reading a book, enjoying the peace as he had finally gotten some alone time. Flipping the pages of his book he was brought out his focus due to a set of dings from his phone. Closing the book, he picked up his phone looking at the missed text from you. Putting his password in, he was met with the sight of your fucked out face. He smirked to himself, remembering the vibrating panties he had purchased that he could control and and everywhere. Swiping through the photos he was able to see the pool of wetness mixed with orgasm after orgasm thighs sticking in the pictures. Just the photos alone was enough to get him going, pressing your contact he was quick to dial your number. “Baby you’ve been doing so good let’s turn it up a notch okay?” he played with the settings turning the vibrations up causing your to moan and groan on the line. “Just one more for me okay?” it’s going to be a long night.
☆ kento nanami
nanami was a busy working man, he was always working. this time things where quite hard as he was away from you, and you where not there to help him destress. as if you where reading his mind he noticed his phone began dinging. it was a video of your holding a glass dildo, circling it slowly around your tongue. You begin licking at it like a shy little kitten, only to take nearly the whole 8 inches in your mouth. The prominent bulge in your throat was enough to get his dick standing. With a smooth, pop, you ended the video with a quick message “wish this was you”. His eyebrows furrowed calling your phone with intense speed, “Show me how you’re gonna suck my dick when I get back” Oh how he loves a good stress relief bj <333.
☆ choso
He sat quietly, tapping at his fingers as the others around his fussed and argued about who knows what. He was bored, texting his girlfriend about how much he missed her and how he couldn’t wait to get back home. What he didn’t expect was for you to send him a video of you in the shower, soaking wet body drenched in the vanilla body wash he loved. Bubbles covered your skin as your teased at both you breast, carefully rubbing each nipple slowly throwing your head back in the process. He quickly paused the video making sure nobody around him had seen that. Dismissing himself, he made way to the bathroom as he resumed watching the video. Your hands caressed each part of your body every curve, scar, stretch, you name it. His dick was aching and begging for your touch and he know it’s not the same when he does it. He was quick to call you as you smiled at him room full of steam. “Baby I need your help” he was quick to discard his pants palming his hardened dick. “Okay baby let’s get to it”.
☆ toji fushiguro
He always got pictures and videos of you everyday so this was nothing out of the ordinary to him. He used everything you sent him as jack off material. Your tits? Jacked off to em. Pictures of you? Jacked off to em? Now this, this is what he had been waiting for. You had sent him a 3:42 long video of you playing with you body, one hand to record and the other teasing at your body. You began fondling your breast, rubbing them in circles just as he liked. He groaned feeling the precum leaking from his tip, giving him more slickness to jerk himself. You teased them nice and slow pulling the the buds before making your way down to the lace panties you wore and that’s when the video cut. He grunted, dialing your contact (from his minute phone) “Hi baby”. “Don’t you hi baby me, now finish what you started or next time we meet i’m going to fuck your throat so hard my cum will leak out your eyeballs.”
☆ ryomen sukuna
As someone from his time, he’s quite old fashioned. He knew of phones, had a phone but rarely used a phone. Hell your his only contact! So when the phone buzzed it was a no brainer that it was his baby girl messaging him. He assumed it was another cheesy text or you telling him about your day but he was surprised to see the contrary. You sent him a photo of you teasing yourself, fingers trailing oh so delicately around your folds. He swiped through the rest to see you shoving your fingers deep inside of your cunt. Next swipe was a video, it was dark but the audio was all he needed. You where moaning, fingers making a popping squelching sound as they dug around your pussy begging to be filled. You where like a bitch in heat. He was stopped by your contact popping up once more this time as a facetime call, he picked up with a smirk on his face. “Your pussy sounds so wet, how much do you miss me?”
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𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐘 • 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌
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Summary: IM BEGGING jude smut/angst where him and reader are broken up but he finds an old (rough?) sextape and he touches himself to it (we want details tho intense solo sessions are HOT😩) then yeah he regrets leaving her and wants her backkk, and then maybe shes with another guy and he gets all jealous and possessive (sorry to much details) I want toxic jude soooo bad 🤭
GENRE: angst, smut
WARNING: s3x, oral(male receiving), intercourse, cheating, a little bit toxic jude, sex tapes, cameras, curse words, both povs
PAIRING: Jude Bellingham x f reader
AUTHOR NOTE: don’t repost or copy and paste my work. I’ll hunt you down
WORD COUNT: 4k
Request yes or no: yes
Bold Italics is flashbacks and text
Masterlist still coming
♥︎𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲♥︎
Jude’s hand was wrapped around his length. A small grunts left his lips in frustration as he tries his best to get himself off. No matter how hard he was trying, he couldn’t release. This was the second night this week he tried and couldn’t. No matter how hard he was or what he thought about he just couldn’t bring himself to his high.
Jude still his movement and sighed.
“fuck.” He mutters to himself. he reached over, grabbing his phone from his nightstand. The phone brightness caused him to squint his eyes. Jude clicked on his photo gallery, scrolling down to a secret album.
He hates what he was about to do.
For two years you and jude were together. Throughout those two years you both recorded several sex tapes for when Jude went away for games.
Now that you were broken up Jude should have deleted them, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.
Jude clicked on one of the videos. The sound of your voice filled the room.
His heart went racing. Jude hand went right back to his cock as he stared at the video on his phone.
“you like that?” you asked Jude in a teasing voice.
You were on your knees in front of him with his dick in your mouth. The camera in Jude’s hand captured everything; Your pretty lips wrapped around him, your needy eyes looking up at him, your filthy falling from your lips from your lips.
Jude starts pumping his cock in his hand when he felt the blood rushing to it. a grunt of satisfaction leaving his lips as stroke his hard length faster and faster at the image of you.
Your hand wrapped around Jude’s base tightly, you stroked him up and down, your lips still very much wrapped around his tip.
The camera shook a little and a groan from Jude could be heard behind the camera.
“I don’t want to fuck your pretty little mouth but I’m tempted.” Jude said while putting his hand on the back of your head to guide you a little up and down himself. You moaned releasing him from your mouth with a pop but not your hand. You looked at him with those eyes that made him weak in the knees
“just do it baby, fuck my mouth like you want”
Jude was a fucking mess right now. While he pump himself faster than the speed of light, He so badly wish it was you doing this to him. He wish your lips were wrapped around him like they were in the video. Fuck he missed you so much.
Giving Jude the ok, that was all he needed. He gripped the back of your head, thrusting into your mouth hitting the back of your throat making you gag
The camera was wobbly at the action and not much could be seen. It did however pick up every little moan that escaped your throat.
“Shit baby.” Jude hissed as he hit the back of your warm throat over and over again. “you’re going to make me cum-
Jude clicks off the video before it continues. He needs the one where you were a moaning mess.
He scrolls through the album until he finds the perfect one.
Heat flush’s over Jude when he clicks play and your loud moan fills his ear.
The camera was in your hand facing you while Jude was in between your legs on the other side. Your mouth was wide open as a loud moan tumbled from your lips. Your makeup was messy from the tears that had rolled down your cheeks.
Jude remembered that night. You both had just came back from a date. Jude couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
“Oh my gosh yes! Don’t stop that feels so good.”
You moaned out a fuck while Your head fell back against the pillow What the camera couldn’t see what was how your legs threatened to close around Jude. This was going to be your second orgasm of the night and you were overstimulated as fuck.
“Fuck!” was all Jude groans out. The wet sounds of him stroking his lubed up self fills the room along with his heavy breathing. Precum was leaking from Jude’s tip. He was close just from your sounds of pleasure.
“stop moving baby.” Jude mumbled. You looked down at him watching him devour you like you were the last meal on earth. His warm wet tongue moved between your fold to your clit. He sucked harshly making you squeal.
Jude moaned every now and then from how divine you taste.
“going to make you cum huh?” Jude asked when he pulled away from you slightly. He pushed two digits into your tight cunt making your toes curl.
“yes, you’re going to make me cum. Please don’t stop.”
Jude didn’t.
behind the camera you watched as he spit on your pussy before diving back in to savor you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at how amazing it felt
Jude was so close, so close it almost hurt. The pit in his stomach was tight and his breathing grew faster with every stroke of his hand.
Jude eyes stays glued to the video. You were just as close as Jude was in the video.
You were biting your lips in the video trying to hide your loud moans(Even though that was useless).
“Jude I’m so close.” You Barely choked out. Nothing was said just Jude keeping his pace. He knew you were close.
With a loud moan you came. Stars were seen as your orgasm took over your body
“FUCK JUDE!”
“y/n!” he moans.
Jude Came, His cum spilling all over his abs. His eyes squeezes shut at the intensity of your orgasm. He finally came like he so badly wanted to this past few weeks.
His hands didn’t stop until he has fully come down from his high.
The room filled with silence after Jude pauses the video. Jude tosses the phone beside him on the bed with a sigh.
He got up and walks over to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
The whole time Jude was in the shower he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking breaking up with you. He thought Because he was so young it was best to be single and explore his options. It was a stupid idea.
You were the only girl for him. Nobody cared for him as much as you did, nobody listened to him as much as you did and nobody could satisfy him as much as you could that was for sure.
He needs you back in his life.
Once he was out the shower, Jude got right back into bed. He picks up his phone and goes over to Instagram. He searches up your name and when it pops up he feels a little anxious.
He didn’t dare look you up for those past nine you both been broken up. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, but now here he was.
The first thing Jude saw was a picture of you. You looked just as heavenly as when he last seen you.
He scrolls down a little bit more taking in the pictures but he came across one that made his stomach drops.
There was a picture of you and some guys. You were smiling happily with your arms wrap around the man neck.
Jude frowns while reading the caption.
Y/n: Party with my baby ❤️
No way you moved on that fast Jude thought to himself. How are you happily with someone?
Jude throws his phone onto the bed. He runs his hand over his face and sighs loudly.
Jude decided to sleep on it and figure out what he was going to do to get you back tomorrow.
When he awoke the next morning he felt a drive to get you back.
He wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Seeing how you blocked his number he couldn’t call you. He could message you on Instagram, but you probably wouldn’t reply to him. He has to get you in front of him.
After a while of thinking, he comes up with a plan. He was going to throw a party to get to see you. He knows you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to go to one, I mean you never did when you both were dating, so this was perfect.
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A day later Jude has everything set. The party was in full swing, people flooded into the building, but there was no sight of you.
Jude was starting to think this was a bad idea every time he looked to the door and you didn’t Walk in. Maybe you knew he was the one who planned the party so you weren’t coming.
After looking at the door for what seems like the hundredth times Jude decides to stop. He excuses himself for his group of friends before walking to the kitchen. He needs another drink.
After making his way through the sweaty crowd to the kitchen, he went to the fridge. He looks through it completely unaware of the people walking in and out of the kitchen.
When he finally got a drink strong enough, he stood back up and turns to leave but ended up bumps into someone.
“shit.”
He stops whoever it is from falling due to how hard he bumps into them.
“I’m sor- y/n”
Jude’s heart skips in his chest. You showed up.
He wasn’t sure what to do or say now that you were standing in front of him. He should have thought about that.
“jude, hi.” You smile softly at your ex right in front of you. “how have you been?”
Jude sighs. He wants to tell you he misses you, but he couldn’t be desperate.
“I’ve been good. How about you?”
You nod slightly. “I’ve been great” great.. your not as miserable as him. “I got a new job and… I’m with someone.” You hesitate on the last part, debating if you should even tell him.
Before Jude could say anything you continue to speak.
“This is a nice party don’t you think! I just need a drink.” You walk around Jude to the fridge.
Jude turns around watching as you bend down to find something. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your ass. He wish he could bend you over and fuck you like he used to.
You turn around and look at Jude. He looks away from your ass but not in time for you to not see. Jude missed the smirk that forms on your face.
You were about to say something then your name gets called.
“y/n.”
Jude turns around and you look to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway.
“hi baby.”
Jude watches you smile at the guy and walk around him to the brown haired man. He put his arm around your waist trying to show Jude you were all his. It took everything in Jude to not roll his eyes.
“um Jude this is my boyfriend Joey. Joey this is Jude a friend.”
friend... Really?
Jude walks over to you two, shaking the boyfriends hand.
“actually I’m her ex but it’s nice to meet you.”
Jude ignores the way you stare into daggers into him and walks around you both back into the heat of the party.
For the rest of the night Jude stays in his booth downing several drinks. Saying he was in his feelings was an understatement. He was drowning in them.
Every now and then a girl would come up to him trying to flirt with him, but he pushes them away.
--
Jude woke up the next day with a pounding headache. With a groan He pulls back the blanket. He rubs the sleep from his eyes, walking over to the bathroom to get ready for training.
He knew he shouldn’t have gotten drunk knowing he had training the next day.
Even though Jude feels like shit, he sucks it up and got ready for his day.
The whole day at training Jude couldn’t stop his mind from being consumed by the thought of you. It resulted in him fucking up several times making his teammates and coaches confused by what the fuck was wrong with him.
They asked several times what was wrong, but he gave them the same answer. “I’m fine. Just tired.”
Jude was so happy when it was time to go home. He didn’t even stop to sign anything for fans. He was so ready to get home.
What was he going to do was all that Jude was thinking about on the way home. How can he get you back? His little party plan didn’t work so now what?
Maybe he could go to your job and talk to you, But he doesn’t know where you work.
He could ask a friend to set you both up... No you probably had talked so much shit about him after your breakup.
There was only one more idea he could think about and that was DMing you.
He prays to the whatever was out there, that you would reply and not ignore him.
Jude types up a quick message before sending it to you.
Jude:
hey it’s me Jude.
Nerves grew as he waits for you to reply.
(Y/n pov) You on the other end were out with some friends when you got the dm. Your eyebrows knitted as you read the dm.
Excusing yourself you walk to the bathroom to respond to him in peace.
You:
Jude what do you want?
You pace back and forth as you wait for a reply. A minute or two went by before you receive something from him.
Jude:
y/n I need to talk to you
You:
about what?
Jude:
I want you back
You laughed unamused by him. He has to be joking.
You:
I have a boyfriend Jude and you know that
Jude:
I don’t gaf about your boyfriend y/n. Meet me at the Sushi place we went to when we were together. 7pm
With that Jude ends the conversation. After months he wants you back? After he broke up with you? No way he was serious.
Should you even go? Was Jude even worth your time and energy?
After debating over it in your head, you came to the conclusion that you’ll go only to hear him out, nothing more. You were happily in a relationship with someone else so why should you run back to him
You got dressed, putting on something causal(seeing how this wasn’t anything to get dressed up for) and made your way over to the restaurant. The whole way there you were nervous, nervous as to what was about to happen.
When you got to the restaurant you found a booth in the back. You waited a few minutes then Jude showed up. Your stomach twist and turned seeing him walking over to you.
“Hey.” He says, sitting down across from you. “hi.. so..” you sigh. “you want talk.”
Jude nods, “yep. I’ve been thinking about these past few months without you and I got to say they’re horrible without you.”
You hum. “ I guess you had trouble exploring your options? Sucks doesn’t it?”
“look y/n, I know I fucked up and told you I wanted to go out there and date other women, but I realize I don’t. I want you and only you ok?”
“Jude I have a boyfriend. You met him and I’ve told you that earlier.” You said running out of patience with the man in front of you.
“I already told you I don’t give a fuck about your little boyfriend.” Jude exhales loudly, falling back against his seat.
“Jude this conversation is going nowhere.”
“ok, how about this. I spend one last night with you. Your little boyfriend doesn’t have to know, just me and you. That’s it.”
“I’m not going to cheat Jude.” You roll your eyes at him and get up. You’re so ready for this conversation to be over.
Jude called out your name, but you kept walking until you were outside. Eventually he caught up to you and tugged you gently by the wrist.
“y/n” Jude backs you up against the wall. “come on.” He looks down at you with eyes full of lust. You bring your lips in between your teeth as your eyes flicker between Jude’s lips and eyes.
You hate the effect he has on you.
“fuck.. fine.” You whispered into the space between you two. “but just one night ok?”
Jude inches closer to your lips and nods. “ok.”
He’s kissing you in seconds. Your breath hitched as he moves his lips with yours.
You can feel his hands snaking around to your ass where he squeezes and pulls you close to him. Due to him wearing sweats you can feel how hard he was.
“We can’t do anything out here.” You mumbled breathlessly when you pull away.
Jude takes your hand pulling you to the car. He opens the back door for you letting you get in first before he got in.
Once the door shut behind him, you climb on his lap and kiss him. He lips were like a drug, You just couldn’t get enough.
Jude’s tongue slip into your mouth grazing yours. You took the opportunity to reach into his sweats and massage his bulge the you were sure was painful.
When you touch him over his boxers he pulls away from your lips with a hiss.
“you don’t know how bad I missed you baby.”
You looked at him watching as he throws his head back against the seat. You felt a little powerful seeing what you were doing to him.
You climb off his lap and pull his sweats and boxers down. His cock sprung free. The red leaking tip made your sex pulse between your legs. You couldn’t help but squeeze them.
You sat down on the open seat beside him, you lean down bringing Jude to your mouth.
“Fuck.” Jude mutters. His hand went to the back of your head as you took him in your mouth.
You took Jude as far as you could and used your hand for the rest of him. Tears leaked from your eyes as you gagged on him, but you didn’t come up for air until you were breathless.
“shit baby you’re so good.” Jude said as he brushed a few strands of hair from your face.
You went back in, swirling your tongue over the tip of him before taking him in your mouth. You bob your head up and down gagging and moaning each time he hits the back of your throat.
What would you boyfriend think if he knew what you were doing to your ex right now? He would not be pleased that’s for sure.
But right now you could careless about him. All you could think about was Jude.
“o- ok sto- stop!”
You pulled away from Jude. “what?”
“I wanna cum in that pretty pussy.” He says.
You pull your jeans down and toss them on the ground of the car.
You straddle Jude again. You position his tip at your entrance before you pushed down slightly.
You both moan at the feeling of your bodies connecting.
Your hands find Jude’s shoulder for support while he stretched you out.
When you lift your hips your eyes roll into the back of your head. You try to hide your moan but it was quite useless. He just felt so good filling you.
“that’s right. Ride me baby.”
Jude guided you by your hips. You slow movement quickly turns fast.
The windows of the car got foggy. Your moans and Jude’s groans fill the space like a symphony..
“god Jude you feel so good.”
“yeah? You like me in this pussy huh? Your boyfriend can’t satisfy you as much as I can, can he?”
You nod. It was definitely the truth. Your boyfriend was great, but not Jude great. You can no longer count on your fingers how much you faked an orgasm with him.
“Cum on my dick.” Jude lips attached to your neck sucking softly. You knew he was going to leave a hickey, but you couldn’t care in the moment. The feeling was too good.
The pit in your stomach tightens up and your action becomes sloppy.
“Jude, I’m so close.” You whine. He looks at you. “I know baby, I know. Let go.”
A few more slams of your hips and you were cumming. Jude wasn’t far behind you. He buried his face in your neck when he cums.
You were breathless. That was the best sex you’ve had in a while and you hate to admit it.
You climb off Jude lap and sat down beside him. You pulled your clothes back on and tried your best to fix your appearance.
“Ok, you happy now?” you ask Jude.
He nods. “yeah”
“ok well I guess this is goodbye now.”
You open the door getting out. Before shutting the door you looked back at him. “good bye Jude.”
--
A few weeks has gone by since you had sex with Jude. You were thinking about it often so much it was starting to fuck up your relationship.
Eventually you decide to end your relationship with your boyfriend. The guilt of cheating was eating you alive and you couldn’t continue being with him knowing you were unfaithful.
You were sitting on your Couch scrolling through Instagram.
You hate what you were about to do.
You went to Jude’s dms.
You:
Hey Jude it’s y/n. Can we talk?
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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄… 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒
➯ A VANILLA LIME EXTRA. ✰ demon!harry sexual content. use of an aphrodisiac in a pre-established relationship. cum play. mentions of anal. minors dni. 𝑤𝑐 4k ッ vanilla lime masterlist
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Harry normally considers himself to be quite an intelligent individual. He’s old, he’s wise, and not a human—which makes him infinitely smarter for reasons invalid.
But maybe he occasionally has lapses of judgement.
And maybe one of these occasional lapses of judgement include finding a tome of ancient magic—disguised as an ordinary novel from the 1800s sitting on the shelf of a recently deceased witch—and having his first thought be to test it out. Because he was old, and wise, and not a human so… what could go wrong?
He sits at his desk, cluttered with years of collected trinkets, and grins to himself—mischievous and meddlesome—when he comes across a spell that reads:
An Aphrodisiac for the Ages — Fast Enacting Sex Enhancer
And he’s cocky about it, because well, Harry’s good at wielding magic; he’s never had any problems. So it doesn’t register as it should that he’s attempting ancient magic and that results won’t occur with just a wave of his hand. It won’t be as simple as looking at that wonky photo frame and fixing it with a gentle curve of his finger in the air, or—as Harry snorts to himself imagining it—picturing his dick hardening and then feeling it happen soon after.
He’s impatient though, and a man. His mind is running with all sorts of images of himself and Y/N performing debauched acts and the possibility of their emotions surpassing the already sure euphoria they both experience together. Which is why Harry is somewhat sceptical. Surely it can’t get any better? Surely he was already as satisfied as he could ever be.
So maybe he skips a few steps—in haste or in ignorance, Harry would never conclude—or maybe he pronounces a few syllables incorrectly or twirls his fingers the opposite directions in which the instructions desire.
But whatever he does, he does it wrong.
At first, when Harry feels his cock plumping up without any of his own assistance, he feels a little smug. That the spell has worked and that he’ll be able to stroll into his bedroom, all cocky, and pin Y/N down ready to blow her mind. And being completely hard is always a bit uncomfortable, even more so when the natural build-up is taken away, but when Harry overtakes the sensation he’s used to and the skin of his cock tightens just that bit further, his heart jumps in his chest.
It immediately hurts. Like I need this to stop now hurts. But there’s pleasure somewhere there, and it is undeniably more intense than he’s ever known before. But he can’t relish in it. Because his dick is throbbing, and his skin is heating up, and his rationality is fleeing faster than the speed of light because Harry is panicking.
He presses a palm to the outside of his sweatpants, hissing and pulling away when it doesn’t immediately relieve the pressure. But then he squeezes—because he has to do something—and precome blurts from the head, smearing all over the inside of his sweats because, as Harry finds comfort in the most, he hadn’t worn underwear. 
It builds up so fast, Harry doesn’t even realise. And it’s intense, sure, but it doesn’t feel like any orgasm he’s had before—it’s so much but it’s also so weak because he’s hardly touched himself and his brain is very much addled—but it’s barrelling towards him and he only has to squeeze himself once, twice more, and then he’s coming in his sweatpants like he’s just discovered masturbation for the first time.
Whimpers tumble out of his mouth, surprised but undeniably desperate, as his cock stays painfully hard inside his sweats. His come soaks into the material humiliatingly but Harry can only watch with ravenous want as his insides coil.
“I hope you were thinking about me,” Y/N suddenly says from the doorway of Harry’s office, peering in and spotting his flushed face and large palm squeezing over his wet bulge.
Harry doesn’t jump. He never does. But he’s not sure he had heard her movements like he normally can. His ears aren’t exactly tuned in to the world around him. 
“Bambi,” he breathes, rushing to tear his shirt over his head, “I’m so hot,” and then his hand returns to his dick, hips lifting into the touch. More sounds fall out of his mouth—mewls and whines and… not Harry. It has Y/N’s stomach fluttering.
He is usually so… so composed. So stoic. Features displaying apathy despite his heart pounding inside his chest. Which is why Y/N cycles through so many emotions in such a short period of time. Surprise, and then worry, and then excitement… and then power. Power to treat Harry the way he always treats her. To give him a taste of his own denying medicine.
Flashbacks cloud her mind of their time spent at the cottage. When he’d threatened to let her only watch as he stroked languid touches over where Y/N should’ve been. It had been an empty threat, of course—Harry had caved quicker than even she could’ve hoped for—but it was still cruel of him. And Y/N wanted to be cruel too.
She wanted to. But then the power she feels coalesces with such an intense need to take care of him. Murky and glaring at the same time. To soothe the anguished lines of his face, the sweat beading at his forehead, and the hardness still confined by fabric that has Harry practically writhing in his seat.
Harry doesn’t writhe. And it feels wrong. It feels unsafe, and unpredictable. Harry is always in control of every situation; Y/N can’t possibly stand there and not make him feel better. Their souls are connected after all, and her heart is racing with his pain.
“Come here,” Harry grunts, desk chair rolling back to encourage Y/N. She stops in front of him, eyes darting around his dishevelled state. “Touch me.”
Normally she’d never have to be told twice. But he looks almost… sick. “Are you sure you want me to—”
“Yes! I want you to, I need you to. I need you, Bambi,” Harry pants, and then he swallows. “Please. It— It hurts, baby.”
And she was in the palm of his hand. Even now. How could she not be? When miles of his flushing skin are coaxing her in, and the rapid rising of his chest is bordering on hyperventilation. Y/N couldn’t possibly play with him. Her eyes start to sting just staring at him. Another time she’d fantasise about playing his role but… not now.
“Y/N.” His eyes are black, voice deep. A contrast from his whining only a moment ago. “Please.”
It’s messy, the sight that greets Y/N as she kneels—surprising despite the obviously sodden grey. Poor Harry looks as though he’s holding his breath as she peels his sweatpants down. And she does have to peel, because they’re excessively wet. Wetter than is humanly possible. And she watches as his thick mushroom tip dribbles a near constant stream of precome, that she suspects could be an ongoing orgasm. One not strong enough to provide any pleasure—only fuel the harsh throbbing and the aggressive red shade of his cock. He smears all over his tummy and Y/N bites her bottom lip at the sight. The skin is so taut, rubbing against his abs as he quivers with shaky pants.
She inhales—gasps, really—battling the warmth that's spreading throughout her body with feelings of conflicted concern. “Are you— are you coming?”
Harry’s breath tremors as he shakes his head, “No. But I’m going t—” the mere feel of his hard abdomen is enough to push him further over the edge.
Y/N reaches forward, latching around him in a desperate attempt to quell something. He makes a noise she’s never heard before. It’s high and strangled. Followed by whimper clawing out of his mouth. She can’t help the noise of her own that escapes around him, eyes darting up to see Harry’s pinched brows and clenched eyes, slick lips hanging open.
And he’s filling her mouth. Really filling her mouth. Ropes of come paint her tongue, and Harry shoots his hand out to grab hers in a vulnerable plea for contact—grounding—as his hips push up and his stomach tenses. His voice trails off, whines turning to desperate rumblings of inadvertent noise.
Y/N feels as though she’s entered an alternate universe—one of begging, and whining, and Harry’s submission. She swallows everything, which is a feat in itself considering that Harry has never had so much to release in his life. But when she keeps suckling (as she usually does until Harry pulls her off by her hair with a dopey smile and a taunting remark) he doesn’t flinch away in sensitivity—nor does he threaten something punishing if she doesn’t stop. 
No, Harry does something even more unexpected. He starts crying. Tears, fat and fast, start falling from his eyes and rolling down his cheeks in unprecedented streams. His chest heaves and his breaths shake but, contrastingly, his face relaxes. Almost cathartically. His eyelids remain shut and his brows flatten out but Y/N is still pulling off him with panic slicing through her chest.
“Harry, are you okay? I’m so—sorry, did I hurt you?” She cups his cheeks, thumbs fruitless in wiping his face. He’s still hard, and Y/N feels it undoubtedly when Harry tugs her into his lap, pressing into her stomach and soaking through her shirt. She doesn’t care.
Harry shakes his head, arms squeezing Y/N impossibly tight. “Sorry,” he whispers, throat dry. “I need to fuck you, Bambi. Need to or I think my dick will drop off.” 
Y/N lets out a laugh, but Harry is deadly serious when he looks at her. He’s shiny with sweat and tears, but his eyes have cleared their inky swirls and green shines through. Still fairly tortured green but it sees her and it pleads. 
“What the fuck did you do, Harry?” She strokes over his eyebrow.
“I don’t know… A spell— I don’t— Just need to—” he leans back in the squeaky chair, enough to hold her skirt up, grab at the crotch of her tights and rip. Y/N can’t even find it within herself to be angry. Not as his fingers curl inside of her underwear and tug desperately to reveal her pussy. Not as his knuckles are coated in her drenching arousal. Harry doesn’t even comment on it—he’s that far gone. “Jus’ need t’fuck you, need to fuck you.” So blind with throbbing pain that all he knows is how to guide his prick into Y/N’s dripping cunt—her body that reacts to his, provides for him—whatever he needs. 
They both stutter as Harry more or less drives himself inside of her. It’s not slow, or gentle. He’s ravenous. “F-fuck—still fucking hurts, Bambi.” His head drops forward, meeting Y/N’s chest. She can feel her clit pulsing and she wants nothing more than for Harry to play with her and fuck her dumb. But it’s not what he needs. And she’d sacrifice more than just her pleasure to take care of him.
So she lifts herself up… and sinks back down. Slowly at first, and then faster—ignoring her screaming legs in favour of milking Harry’s still leaking cock. He might still be coming, neither of them know. All Harry knows is that his every nerve is being stimulated and he’s making a considerable mess.
He looks at Y/N with half-lidded eyes, orgasm most definitely still lingering, and lifts a heavy hand to pull her shirt over her head. If he could speak he’d be praising the ever loving fuck out of her. So good for me. My little human taking care of me, yeah? Making me come over and over. What would I do without you, baby? M’fist will never be good enough again. But all Harry can do is lean forward, desperately tug Y/N’s bra up, and spit over her breasts. It’s drool really, Harry’s sure he’s not in control of any part of his body enough to make the decision to spit on her. He’s not in his own mind.
But he certainly watches as it drips down her skin in a sinful trail and mixes with everything between their legs. It makes him come, he thinks. Or at least it makes his dick leak even more than it already is. And he swears he’s never loved Y/N as much as he does right now; he knows her thighs are burning and that she’s trying to ignore her own needs in favour of tending to his.
“Don’t be quiet, baby,” Harry exhales. He can barely keep his eyes open, and if he can’t see her then at least let him hear her.
“Just want to…make you…come,” she breathes, but her whimpers increase.
“You are, fuck—” 
The inside of Y/N’s thighs are sticky and Harry’s come is slicking all over their skin; they’re peeling away from each other with each bounce Y/N gives. And the sounds are near grotesque. It’s without a doubt that the pair will be repulsed as soon as they’re finished… but right now? They’ve never experienced anything hotter.
“I need more, baby. Need more.” Harry’s voice is tight again, as though the slight respite he received after his orgasm has dissolved entirely. And now he’s back to where he was; profusely frantic.
“I’m trying,” Y/N whimpers, forehead falling to the top of Harry’s head. She couldn’t possibly maintain the speed in which she started. And what she’s doing now can only be more torturous for Harry. “I’m s-sorry.”
He lets out a string of sounds—an attempt to say something reassuring. “Shit—”
And then he’s standing, on wobbly legs, and stumbling into the nearest wall. Y/N meets it with a harsh thud and Harry mumbles some sort of apology. But neither of them really hear it. Because he starts to push his hips into her at a truly demonic pace. One that will really take it out of his poor, little human—but she’d never ask him to stop.
Harry’s fingers grip her waist, each thrust pushing her further up the wall, and his digits are surely bruising her delicate skin. But Y/N will find wonder in digging her fingers in those same spots to reignite the memory in a day’s time. 
He pounds into her, skin slapping loud enough to make Y/N grateful for Harry’s closed windows. And for a moment, it feels worth it—fucking up dangerous, ancient magic—because Harry thinks the outcome could have been much worse. But when he comes again—and fears he may drop Y/N entirely from the force at which his bones rattle—and his dick still doesn’t soften, Harry decides that this is the worst thing he’s ever done in his life.
Y/N is all shaky moans above him, hands gripping to his shoulders for dear life as the pulsating in her cunt grows more and more unbearable. Her clit is screaming to be touched, but she won’t do it. If not for being suspended in the air, then for the sake of making Harry feel better.
But Harry still notices. His eyes are leaking again but he’s still attentive enough to know. Y/N pants, “Did that one feel good?”
“Yeah,” Harry grunts, “Still fucking hard. I don’t know what to do, Bambi.”
It’s the first time she’s ever heard him utter those words. 
Y/N feels their arousal trickle down the inside of her legs. There’s so much, and she’s so swollen, and Harry is so hard. “Let me fuck you. I can do better, Harry.”
He shakes his head, “You’re so good, sweetheart,” pulling her further into his chest, her back sliding down the wall some. “This is my fault. Let me… let me—” Harry slides out of her, and a gush of come follows him. But he’s quick to fall to his knees and collect it all in the hollow of his tongue. He smears it around Y/N’s clit, big hands running up her thighs. His thumbs trail to the inside, smearing their wetness around, before he moves to palm over her backside. Her tights are sodden, and quickly becoming uncomfortable despite the pleasure coursing through Y/N’s body.
Harry tears them further in his haste to feel her skin and Y/N is left with the elastic hem around her waist and baggy nylon falling down her ankles—her panties still pulled to the side. But she feels so good and she shouldn’t be letting him do this. Her hands sink into his hair, tugging at the roots. Harry’s mouth opens in a groan around her clit, tongue dancing at her entrance. He doesn’t even entertain pulling away, hand migrating down to wrap around his soaking cock to fuck his fist in desperate pumps. Beads of come dribble over his thick knuckles.
“Does it feel good, Harry?” Y/N whines. “So warm, and wet. You look so pretty.” Harry nods his woozy head. “Sometimes I get jealous that you get to touch it all the time,” she lets her head hit the wall with a thump when Harry sucks with intent. He’s swallowing multitudes, arousal slicking down his throat and glistening on his face. Y/N wishes she were more coherent; to remember the way he looks right now. So dismantled, so flustered, and unable to hide any of what he’s feeling. Y/N’s not much of a dominant figure but… to see Harry this way is so beautiful.
Their eyes meet, and Y/N can’t help but be pushed to the brink of her orgasm by his red-rims and clumpy lashes—the tip of his perfect nose riding her through as his tongue draws waves inside of her. Harry’s coming all over his hand too, eyelids fluttering shut and face pushing further into Y/N’s cunt as he uses all his strength not to bite down on her in intense pleasure.
His cock finally softens a little. Not enough to deem comfortable but it sends relief through Harry’s heart—that he’s not doomed to an eternity with the most painful erection known to man.
Y/N falls into his lap, skirt concealing their intimacy, and nestles her pussy around his shaft. “How do you feel?”
“Better. Still need another. Can go slower though, I think.”
Y/N says nothing, only pushes her hands against Harry’s chest to get him to lie back against the floor. She unclasps her bra and holds up her skirt to see as she sinks back down and exhales slowly as he fills her up once more. She wishes she could say something sexy. Instead, she leans over him, hips grinding in tantalising circles and wraps a hand around his throat. It’s much less impressive than when Harry does it to her. His fingers actually curl round the entirety of her neck as opposed to the way Y/N’s sort of pathetically cling on.
“You using my own tactics against me, Bambi?” Harry smiles, all fucked out and blissful. His torso glistens with sweat.
“Shh,” Y/N tries, but she’s a little embarrassed. She doesn’t know what she’s doing—every word Harry has ever uttered to her races through her head. “Just—take it,” her skin flares with heat. It doesn’t sound right. And Harry is smiling at her. He’s supposed to be indisposed.
“Y-yeah?” He stretches his neck towards the ceiling, inviting Y/N to squeeze. “You fucking me, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” Y/N lifts up and drops down once, feeling Harry twitch inside of her and prod her deepest spots. “I… I thought you were a big, scary demon,” she starts, clit rubbing against his pelvis deliciously, “but you’re just a s-silly little boy who can’t even cast spells properly.”
Harry’s chest quakes and his hips lift in surprise. Fuck. “My sweet girl knows how to talk, huh? Keep going.”
Her body is alight with heat and she’s not sure she can keep going. But she says, “You’ve made such a m-mess, Harry. All over me,” her body shines with sweat, and spit, and come. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Y/N’s other hand presses into his chest, slipping down to rest over the butterfly.
“No,” Harry breathes, palms encircling Y/N’s biceps suddenly and tugging them around her back. She falls forward, cheek smushing into his collarbone.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“You’re so hot, baby, but I need to go faster than that.” And then he’s lifting his hips up, again, and again, and again—forcing squeals out of Y/N and grunts out of his own mouth. His composure is back some, but it’s hardly necessary. Not as Y/N clenches around him, squeezing drop after drop out of his cock and hurtelling him closer to his orgasm. “Should fuck your pretty little bum, too. Make sure you really milk me proper,” he slurs against her forehead as she starts coming around him. Her clit feels tortured against his abdomen but it’s so good. And Harry’s only pounding into her a few more times before he’s painting her insides again. “Fuck, fuck, yes.”
Y/N’s mouldable as Harry pulls her off his still leaking cock and tugs her thighs around his head. She’s a constant stream of whines as he laps her up, dick finally softening against his thigh. He knows they need to clean up now—the arousal is gone, they’re both spent, and Harry’s hurting for a whole new reason. But he can’t help the languid licks of his tongue on her pussy, or the hums that rumble in his throat at the feel of his come dripping out of her and into his mouth. It’s aftercare for him.
But she’s slumping atop of him, and Harry has to pull away. He sits her in his lap and brushes kisses to her eyelids, whispering gentle praise about how good she was for him—how perfect and wonderful and just for him.
Y/N appears near asleep in his arms, but she opens her eyes to shoot an exhausted attempt at a menacing glare. Harry tries and fails to school his smile.
“If you ever touch that spell again I’m leaving you to take care of it yourself.” No matter that she feels weightless, no amount of pleasure is worth seeing Harry in that state again—crying and whimpering. Not unless it is completely and utterly caused by Y/N and he is in every way comfortable.
Harry slaps her bum. “Don’t say that. You’ll always take care of me, won’t you?”
Y/N grumbles into his shoulder as he stands up and heads for the bathroom. They’ve never needed to wash more, and she is sure that she’ll still be dripping come the next day. But with Harry it’s serenity, and leaden limbs, and gentle caresses… and they both fall asleep in the bath—Harry’s soft “I’ll always take care of you too,” getting lost in the swirling tendrils of steam as they rise and dance above their heads.
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serafilms · 4 months
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song 15! 10:36 (beabadoobee) + dan heng (spotify wrapped event)
i know you thought it was just us, i didn’t think you’d fall in love, you’re just a warm body to hold at night when i’m feeling all alone
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Dan Heng knows you often have trouble sleeping.
You aren’t like March 7th, who has probably the most normal sleeping habits, or the Trailblazer, who is a little paranoid in a new environment but can conk out in two seconds flat, and you certainly aren’t like Dan Heng, who foregoes sleep frequently by choice. You like to sleep, but you just can’t do it well.
Your first night on the Express, he heard a clatter coming from the hallway and went out to find you rummaging through the storage closet looking for an extra pillow.
He frowned. “Is yours too flat?”
Your face flushed a little, and he had the fleeting thought that you looked pretty like that.
“No, I’ve just always had some trouble sleeping comfortably, but uh…. it gets a little bit better when I’m—“ you paused and gave an awkward little cough. “—hugging something.”
Dan Heng didn’t really know what to say, so he went back into the Archives and brought out his own pillow. At your protests towards accepting it, he simply replied that he wasn’t going to sleep that night. “We stop at Belobog tomorrow. I’ll get a new one there.”
Then, as he was walking back to his room, he turned his head back and cleared his throat. “Ah, goodnight.”
As he glanced at his reflection in the data bank, he noted that his cheeks were a little pinker than usual.
It’s exactly because you have trouble sleeping that he’s stuck in this predicament: lying in your bed as stiff as a board with your sleeping body clinging to him.
Earlier today, he sat beside you on a high speed airship on some obscure planet, and you held onto his arm to keep from being tossed around. He felt something hit his shoulder a few minutes later and found you fast asleep. He turned red, scowled at March when she took a photo and upon your mortified apologies when waking up had given you an offer.
“It was the best sleep I’ve had in ages,” you told him sheepishly.
Dan Heng is a logical, coolheaded man. So there was really no excuse for when he blurted out, “I can sleep in your bed tonight if it helps.”
Now, his heart is beating a mile a minute and he swears the heat from his face has raised the room temperature by about five degrees Celsius.
And as he lies there, watching your peaceful face, he curses himself because he knows that he would put himself through this a million times just so you could be like this.
This thought comes paired with a horrible realisation. You need him in order to sleep, but he needs you in order to live. He needs you more than you need him, and he isn’t sure how he feels about having that weakness.
Dan Heng breathes in and tries to calm his beating heart. He can figure this out in the morning. Right now, it’s just us.
He relaxes his muscles and allows himself to feel your warmth. He closes his eyes and holds you as he drifts off to sleep.
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mountainficss · 2 months
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STAWPPP 🦈 ANON HERE .. THE FIC WAS TOO GOOD😭😭😭 DAMN U KNOW HOW TO WRITE. anyways im back for more cuz omggg I SAW THIS LIKE REALLY WOWOWOW PHOTO OF WONWOO like w/ his hair wet and stuff and GWOWODODOD DAMN (https://pin.it/3hCKDB7wu) just thinking abt how shower sex with wonwoo would be, ugh thanks again 4 answering, I always get so anxious writing these !! ^_^
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OH MY??? jeon wonwoo…ugh he’s so pretty…
ALSO I MISSED U 🦈 ANON I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE JOSHUA FIC <333 i’m so sorry i take forever to respond these days. these professors must really want me to stay busy with all this work they’re giving smh. ALSO PLEASE DON’T BE ANXIOUS I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU ALL <333
omg shower sex with wonwoo would be so sweet. after a long day it’s what both of you would need. maybe work is rough on the both of you or you just want to spend some quality time together. either way shower sex is the perfect way to wind down! he’d slide in the shower with you, the water soaking his hair and causing little droplets to run down his pretty face. would pull your body to his chest and press sweet little kisses to your neck from behind, licking and sucking on the skin lovingly <3 he’d stick two fingers inside your heat, fucking you slowly and stretching you out so you can take him better ;( no matter what wonwoo always takes the time to prep you, he never wants it to be painful for you (and i just know he’s got that dumb dick so it’s gonna hurt more if he doesn’t prep—). he’d pull his fingers out, licking them clean as he guides his length to your hole. he’d push in slowly, one hand gripping your hip while the other snakes around to knead your chest. and while you adjust to the stretch he’d be whispering the sweetest praises in your ear about how you look so pretty for him and how his cock was made for only you </3 the steam from the shower and the feeling of wonwoo filling you up so well would make you lightheaded, already feeling cock-drunk despite him barely even fucking you ;( he’d thrust gently at first, checking constantly to make sure he wasn’t hurting you. you’d have to practically beg him to go faster because he’s always so worried about you </3 but then his thrusts would gradually speed up, the sound of skin colliding and the shower running echoing through the bathroom. he’d let out the lewdest whines and whimpers next to your ear, licking up your neck and pressing a small kiss to your jawline. he’d pull your body as close as physically possible and wrap his arms around your torso, your back pressed against his chest so closely you can feel his heart hammering ;( you’d push your hands against the foggy glass to steady yourself, leaving smudged hand prints as wonwoo drills into you. it wouldn’t take you long to finish with how desperately he was fucking you, the sound of wet skin and wonwoo’s sweet moans sending you over the edge. he’d reach a hand down to rub circles on your clit as you cum, feeling you jolt against him. he’d cum inside you as your walls tighten around him, continuing to rub your clit through his orgasm </3 his moans would be so pretty as he fucks his cum deep into your hole. your legs would wobble, feeling weak as you both struggle to catch your breath in the steamy shower. he’d be panting as he pulls out, reaching two fingers down to your hole to fuck his cum back inside ;(
you’d both be so tired but wonwoo would still take the time to clean you up, lathering your hair in shampoo and gently massaging it into your scalp. you’d lean against him, your eyes fluttering closed as you feel wonwoo’s fingers in your hair and listen to the sound of the warm water raining down on the both of you </3333 god i love wonwoo so much
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jonghoslvt · 5 months
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Jonghoslvt being wholesome for once????
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IMAGINE BOYFRIEND JONGHO..
Jongho who will be sitting up in bed, your head on his lap, he’s stroking your hair humming and softly singing to help you fall asleep because he knows that sometimes you can’t sleep without some sort of white noise. He’d do it you for everyday if you asked because he loves you so much and would do anything to make you happy.
Jongho who would pick you up no matter where you are and what time it was. He’d speed over and make sure you’re safely in his car so he can drive you back home. If you were drunk and needed to get back he’d pick up your call and make sure you don’t hang up so he could quickly get to you.
Jongho who would encourage you to do the things you want to do, letting you know that you shouldn’t be afraid-that things will seem scary at first but it isn’t so bad. He’d support any career path you headed down so long as it actually made you happy, so long as it wasn’t harming you in any way. The first to congratulate you whenever you had good news to share.
Jongho who absolutely needs affection and can’t get through his day without kissing you and cuddling up on you, he absolutely needs a kiss before leaving to go to work, needs a kiss before bed too. Wants to hold hands in public and will rub the outside of your hand with his thumb. The jongho who grabs your waist to get your attention because calling your name isn’t enough and he needs any excuse to touch you. The jongho who finds it comforting when you sit on his lap-it’s never sexual unless that’s the turn you want it to take.
Jongho who needs encouragement from you, wants it, enjoys praise. He loves helping you achieve things in life but would love it if you do the same thing back because nothing feels better than your partner having your back.
Boyfriend jongho who would absolutely take you to any place you wanted to eat at, seeing you eat good gives him a boost of serotonin. Boyfriend jongho who would take so many off guard photos of you, wouldn’t post unless you were comfortable with it. Jongho who has multiple Polaroids of you because he’s infatuated.
Jongho who tries not to be the jealous type, but secretly gets a bit heated when you’re affectionate with other people- he knows it means nothing romantic but his brain makes him overthink so you’ve got to remind him that you love him and only him. Oh- he loves it when you tell him that you love him, it gets his heart beating. Boyfriend jongho who would sometimes keep you home because he’d miss you too much if you left.
Jongho who has to make everything about you because he just has so much to say, so much to talk about that pertains to you. He’s proud to be dating someone who’s so caring.
Jongho who is a lover in bed, sort of demanding during intimacy but you love it. Jongho who likes a lot of foreplay because knowing he can make you crumble beneath him so easily let’s him know he doesn’t need to worry about there being anyone else.
Jongho who absolutely needs to do calls when the two of you are apart for long periods of time. He just needs to hear your voice and the sound of your laughter.
Jongho who understands when people need space so he’s not always clingy just appears that way. Jongho who is the calm boyfriend who just adores you so much.
Jongho who buys you stuff that pertains to what you’re obsessed with at the moment-when you talk about something non stop he’s on amazon adding shit to his cart.
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catching xavier jerking off 👀
You weren’t supposed to go out into the woods at midnight. If anything, you were supposed to be sleeping.
But here you are, shivering in the cold night as you stride through the dark. The wind is sipping through the tree leaves, twigs are snapping under your weight with every single step you take and wolves howl into the distance. Describing the amalgam of sensors as creepy would be an understatement. But, then again, this is Nevermore and everything is supposedly creepy.
The alarming beat of your heart eventually stabilizes once you reach Xavier’s shed and see the dim lights turned on. That means he’s inside and that’s exactly what you were hoping for.
What you don’t hope or, better yet, expect to see is his lanky frame slouching in the wooden chair, hand meticulously working up and down his shaft. His eyes are closed, head thrown back and Adam’s apple protruding. It leaves you perplexed and mesmerized at the same time, your breath hitching in your throat as you quietly walk inside.
The next thing you spot is his phone that he’s holding in the other hand. You can’t make out the photo but, judging by the lit up screen, it’s the one you sent him yesterday. It hits you then that he’s jerking off to your nudes and, even though you’ve been inside only for a few seconds, he hasn’t noticed yet.
“Shit, yes… please… fuck me,” he murmurs under his breath and the raspiness in the tone of his voice makes you weak.
“Gladly,” you whisper, still a little taken back.
“Wha-“ he yelps, phone flying out of his hand as he tries to hide his throbbing dick.
As if that would save it, you think to yourself while laughing at the way he struggles to compose himself and tries to make something out of your presence. He certainly wasn’t expecting you here and he most definitely wasn’t anticipating getting caught jerking off. That’s when the embarrassment hits him, cheeks heating up as he stops trying to salvage his image.
“Sorry, it’s not-“
“What it looks like?”
He nods and gulps, dick going soft even though he’s still holding it.
“It looks like you were touching yourself to me. Or am I misjudging the situation?”
“Well no… I mean, yeah. That’s what I was doing…” he trails off, lips jutting into a pout. It’s almost as if he feels bad for getting caught.
“Well then… go ahead. Didn’t come here to bother.”
His eyes widen at your request and he honestly thinks you’re joking. Which is why he doesn’t oblige immediately. Instead, he watches you dawdling to him with confidence, small but calculated steps making the wooden floor creak. Goosebumps form on the exposed parts of his body when your hand grazes his hair.
“Want me to… keep going?”
“Mhm,” you confirm and move strands of hair away from his face, pushing them behind his reddened ear.
“But why don’t we-“
“We will if you listen.”
Before you even cut him off he’s started touching himself yet again. His pace is slow and deliberate as he looks up at you with a sheepish look on his face. It’s obvious he’s still a little embarrassed but mostly in awe and so, it doesn’t take long for him to get fully erect one more time.
You decide to speed up the process and remove your shirt and bra, letting them drop to the floor before guiding his free hand to your breasts. He squeezes the soft flesh between his fingers and groans, fist going faster up and down his length.
“Missed them.”
“Better than the photos, huh?”
He grins lazily at your taunting words and pumps himself quicker, mouth parted in a silent ‘o’ as he forces himself to get to the finish line in less time. He’s obviously eager for what’s to come and it’s not that hard to reach his climax in record time anyway. Not when he gets to grope your tits and look at your beautiful face from where he’s sitting in the chair.
“Mouth wide.”
He opens it expectantly and knows what’s coming next, groaning when your spit lands on his tongue. He doesn’t even need to be told to swallow because that’s exactly what he does in a heartbeat.
“‘am c-close,” he mumbles between grunts and moans, his hand tugging harder on his dick while he gropes your breasts to the point they almost hurt.
“Let me help you,” you offer, elegantly dropping to your knees and between his parted legs.
His thumb presses right under the swollen tip of his cock as he offers it to you, hissing when your warm mouth encompasses it. His long fingers play with your hair and move it out of your face before he studies the way your lips work on him. He loves the way you suck him off - how your tongue runs over his throbbing veins and how your cheeks hollow just the way you know he likes it.
Eye contact is what gets him, though. As soon as your eyes meet his he explodes, a number of expletives leaving his lips before cum spurts inside your mouth. When it does, his hips are bucking up, pubes tickling your nose and fingers gripping your hair harshly, albeit unintentionally.
Being a good girlfriend, you don’t complain and simply swallow his seed.
And, then, he’s quiet, only heaving in the aftermath and watching you in awe. He’s so in love it’s stupid.
“What’s next?” You hear him asking after a few moments of silence.
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