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piknim · 7 months
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Ugghhh i love doing lineless art but i hate rendering
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luveline · 8 months
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Hi there! I hope your day’s been going well :)
Could you maybe write something with Spencer where Reader faints? Feel free to ignore this if you’re not up for it!!
thank u for ur request! fem!reader, 1.6k
"It's so hot," you say, startled. The lobby of the hotel had been blissfully air-conditioned. The difference hits you immediately. 
"Don't worry about blazers or professional attire," Hotch says, though he quickly amends, "within reason."
You take off your jacket and follow the herd of the BAU into the black SUVs. The SUVs are even hotter than the outdoors, blistering ovens of heat that have you feeling nauseous instantaneously. Spencer rubs your arm with the back of his hand swiftly —it's a friendly touch to say he's here, but it's quick to prevent any unnecessary added heat. 
It's August in Texas, 107 degrees Fahrenheit. Emily smells distinctly of sunscreen from the front passenger seat. Derek, behind the wheel, looks hot around the collar. Spencer looks as though he wishes he'd had a haircut before he came, chin length curls tucked tight behind his ears. 
Despite this, none of them complain beyond the general whine every now and then. You try very hard to shut up and focus on the case with them, but as the day goes on, bumping you from hot car to hot crime scene (with all inclusive smells of gore!), you feel wobbly on your feet. 
"Spence?" you ask, sitting in a hard-backed chair in the police precinct. 
"Yeah?" He doesn't look away from the geographical profile he's building. You're supposed to be helping, but your notes are half-hearted, likely useless. "What?" 
"Do you have any water?" 
He pushes a pin into the left of the map and grabs a ruler. "No, sorry. There's a staff room by the bullpen, the secretary said to help ourselves. Actually, she said to 'go ham.'"
"Okay. I'll be right back. And I'll be more helpful." 
"You're plenty helpful," he murmurs, leaning down to follow the line of his rules with a pencil. 
You don't feel helpful, you feel awful. Head heavy, eyes aching, every step sends a jolt through your teeth and jaw, your skull like a mashed potato. You know you're a poor sight with sweat wetting your hair and a crawling sensation between your legs and the fabric of your pants. 
Letting yourself into the staff room, you're unsurprised to find a bone dry water cooler and a crate of water bottles with only one remaining. Spencer needs a drink too, and he has a thing about germs. You frown at the water bottle as though that might duplicate it, but when it doesn't, you're forced to take it and put it under your arm. You look around for a mug to at least have some tap water no matter how ill-advised that may be. They're all dirtied in the sink and on tables. Fuck. 
Spencer is super, super lovely to you. You wonder sometimes if he might ask you out, or at least want to, but most of the time you're sure it's just a little extra friendliness because he knows how it feels to be the youngest on the team, how patronised or lonely it gets. And the weight of trying to prove yourself every mission, it's almost as heavy as your head. 
"Hey," Spencer says as you open the conference room door. "I think I've worked something out. Could you call Garcia for me? I've got dry-erase marker on my hands." 
"Got this for you," you say, offering him the bottle. He takes it without looking. 
"Thanks. Are you feeling any better? I know you can be sensitive to the heat." 
"Maybe we can get portable fans on the FBI budget next year," you say wistfully, pushing a chair in at the table. You lean on it to grab the phone in the middle of a sea of papers and cases and jackets, black spots popping up in your vision. "My head's rushing." 
"Hey, guys," Emily says, sounding strangely chipper as she and Hotch trudge in. Her hair is in a tight ponytail away from her face. 
You try to greet them and end up hanging your head. 
"Y/N," Spencer chokes, alarmed.
You slump forward over the chair, desperate to keep your footing and failing. Your shin knocks into the chair and your hands grasp at the top of it, but you can't hold yourself up any longer, knocking your face into the chair as you collapse. A cheap tent in a strong breeze, you fall with little more than a weak sigh. 
You're hurting a lot when you come to, blinking like your lashes have been brushed with glue. The lights have been turned off, and a blissful chill soaks your hairline. Someone presses a water bottle to your lips and lifts your head. You drink half the contents in three gulps and get laid down again with the utmost care. 
"She's coming around," Hotch says. 
Your neck aches propped over a leg. Two deft hands hold your head still. 
"Don't move too much," Spencer says, his voice odd. You blink as his face moves into view upside down. "An EMT is on the way, okay? You passed out." 
You can't find your voice. Spencer strokes your cheek with his thumb, says, "Hey, can you hear me? Let's hear your voice. Talk to me." 
"You don't sound like yourself," you say hoarsely, each word tenuous. You wince at the bruising heat that radiates from your nose with each word. 
"I'm worried about you," Spencer admits. "It makes it hard to stay objective." 
"No, you sound funny." 
"I'm worried," he repeats. His smile is strained. 
"She's okay," Hotch says. 
You realise Emily's got your hand in hers when she squeezes it. "Have you had anything to drink today?" she asks you, fondly incredulous. 
"No, she hasn't, and I didn't say anything about it. I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry, Y/N," Spencer says. 
"Y/N's responsible for her own preservation, Reid. And it's been a tough case, with the heat. Let's not blame anyone for anything." You press your chin to your chest to see Hotch's anxious frown. "We will be having a discussion about this later." 
You turn your face into Spencer's thigh. "Oh." 
"Don't close your eyes," Hotch says. He employs a firm, boss-like tone that has you rushing to follow orders. "You hit your head." 
"I don't feel well," you complain, wanting to close your eyes.
"Considering your behaviour," Spencer says, one of his hands trailing down your face, neck, and collar, where he rests it genially, "you likely have a mild to moderate concussion. And you're dehydrated, so you'll be feeling the effects more severely."
"Why haven't you been drinking?" Emily asks. 
"I just…" You blink sluggishly. "I don't know… We don't take anything that isn't coffee with us places and…" You lean your cheek into Spencer's hand, not quite connecting that it's his hand, or that you're laying on the precinct floor. "They only had one bottle in the staff room." 
"Why didn't you drink it?" Spencer asks softly. 
"I knew you hadn't had anything to drink, either." 
"We could've shared," he says, sounding genuinely confused. 
"You don't like sharing stuff like that. Germs." 
Spencer's voice is barely above a whisper, "I wouldn't care about your germs, Y/N. They're your germs." 
You don't have time to ask him what he means, but you've ample time to think about it on loop when the EMT arrives. He props you up, checking you over thoroughly, shining a light in your eyes and deeming you concussed.
"You don't have to see a doctor," the EMT advises. "But we're happy to take you to the hospital if that's what you want." 
"Yes," Spencer says, as you say, "No." 
Spencer puts a hand on your shoulder blade. It is an extremely forward move on his part, so unlike him that you recognise how odd it is despite your foggy mind. "She should go." 
"She fainted, Spencer," Emily says. 
"Exactly! So she should go to the hospital and–"
"I didn't break anything," you say, waving a shaky hand at the small but concerned crowd of people you've attracted. 
"Luckily," the EMT says. "Drink plenty of water and take it easy. Don't be afraid to call again if you feel worse." 
Hotch walks the EMT out, needing to take a phone call. Emily goes with him, promising to return with a dry shirt for you to wear now that yours has been soaked at the collar by the water they'd been cooling you down with while you were unconscious. 
Spencer settles practically knee to knee with you in two of the uncomfortable chairs, his assessing gaze frankly perturbing. 
"You'd share germs with me?" you ask. 
Spencer's hand leaps across the gap to yours where it rests on your knee. His eyes, brown and sweet, have all the light of a blinding smile as his lips quirk into something more sheepish. "If it stopped you from fainting, yeah. And even if it didn't, I'd be stupid to care about germs when I…" 
You breathe out slowly. "When you what?" 
"Well," he says, looking down at your hands. "I guess I just wouldn't mind your germs, that's all." 
If he's saying what you think he's saying, he's doing it in the most Spencer Reid way possible. Concussed, your charisma fails you. You've no wit to tease him with. 
You fold your hand around his. "Thanks for catching me," you say gently. 
He squeezes your fingers clumsily. "You're welcome. But it was actually mostly Emily." 
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k-hotchoisan · 15 days
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touch and sketch
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<jongho x fem!reader>
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stuck with an artist’s block, Jongho’s friend introduces you to be his model for his project, which ends up introducing a whole whirlwind of problems, especially when you're modelling nude for him, and he realises how pent up he is on top realising how attracted he is to you.
Genres/warnings: smut, pwp, artist jongho (bc he’s the only who can actually draw 😭), nude modeling for art, perverted! Jongho who’s actually pent up, unprotected sex, sexual tension, kinda fluff?, oral (m receive), tit/nipple licking, masturbation, blowjob, cumming on garment, cream pie, Wooyoung is lowkey a wingman, bathrobe is a paid actor
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The back of Jongho's wooden pencil taps against his sketch book. The page has faint lines of messy sketches, erased over and over again. Eraser dust is scattered all over his desk, especially around his notebook. Jongho sighs, dropping his pencil, where it rolls into the crook of the notebook before he gets up to grab his third cup of coffee. Artist's block is a common occurrence, but this came at the wrong fucking time. Not when he has deadlines to meet.
He glances over at the large blank canvas propped up on the easel. It doesn’t help that his model bailed last minute because something came up. Now he’s left uninspired, without a model, and a shit ton of piling works to submit before the month ends. Sure, two and a half weeks sounded long, but for an artist? It’s almost a death sentence with the amount of work sketches he needs to come up with, let alone the large glaring canvas serving a reminder that his final piece is due altogether.
Knocking from the studio door echoes in the room, snapping Jongho out of his thoughts and worries, at least for the time being. There is a pause before the door pushes open, Wooyoung’s head peeping from the door.
“Hyung”, Jongho greets, settling his mug onto the table, rubbing his hands on the fabric of his trousers. Wooyoung’s eyes are bright, and he looks like he has something to tell Jongho, and he hopes that it’s good news.
“I’ve got good news for you, buddy”, Wooyoung says, dragging a stool to sit beside his junior. “I found a replacement model.”
Jongho’s tired eyes suddenly lighten up. Fuck, there’s hope. Maybe he can wing this shit especially when one of his worries has been elevated by a whole ton.
“How?” Jongho asks, his fingers idly twirling the pencil.
“I’ve got my ways. You owe me dinner, bro”, Wooyoung smiles, patting Jongho’s back gently. “But you can do that when you’re done with your submissions.”
Jongho has never felt relief this large like the ocean, washing over him over and over again. He feels like he can breathe once more. He looks up at Wooyoung, his eyes reflecting a glint of hope of completely escaping his hell.
“Thank you, Hyung. I really am eternally grateful for you”, Jongho sighs, dropping the pencil back to the desk as Wooyoung snatches his phone to enter the model’s number into Jongho’s phone.
Wooyoung dons his signature smile before he heads for the door. He pauses for a moment before he turns to Jongho.
“She’ll come in tomorrow. Don’t scare her off okay?”
Jongho scoffs at Wooyoung’s words, but he nods before he waves Wooyoung off, then going back to his empty sketch book, attempting to drown in his work once more, hopefully with an ounce of progress this time at least.
You glance down at the message from the number Wooyooung passed to you the day before. He told you he had a friend who needed a model for his art finals, and that he was pretty desperate because his previous model cancelled on him. You didn’t think much of it, considering that you did help a couple of your close friends to model for their art finals too, and accepted without much thought.
“He’s a polite guy, but he’s a little shy. Don’t bite him okay?” Wooyoung reminded you, receiving a soft smack to his arm from you in response.
You look up at the art studio, double checking the signage before knocking on the door.
There’s silence. You furrow your eyebrows and knock again after a few seconds.
Shuffling could be heard from the other side of the door before the door pulls open to reveal a boy with glasses that sit loosely on the bridge of his nose. His cheeks are chubby, and his whole demeanour reminds you of a…bear? Something about him looks so cuddly. But he looks like a mess—his brunette hair tousled, his eye bags are slightly prominent, and it makes you wonder how much this poor dude has been slaving away for his work.
You force a smile. “Hey! I’m y/n. You’re Choi Jongho right?”
Jongho blinks before it seems like a lightbulb has gone off in his head. His eyes slightly brightens up, and he shifts a little to let you into his studio.
“Nice to meet you, y/n. Thank you for accepting such a last minute thing. I’ll compensate you once I’m done”, Jongho greets, shutting the door behind him.
You take a step into the studio, taking in the small and cluttered space. Canvases and easels stands take up space on the floors and corners, different types of papers, pens, brushes and palettes covering the desk. There is a couch in the middle of the room, probably for the model, dusted clean, with a large piece of fabric hastily draped over the piece of furniture.
He plants himself on the roller chair before he turns to you, gesturing to you to sit on the couch, and you take the offer, trying to relax against the fabric beneath you.
“So”, Jongho begins, flipping a smaller notebook open, scanning through the bullet points he wrote. “I need you to come in quite often for the next two weeks, at least until I’m done with this, so I’ll have to trouble you a bit.” You shake your head reassuringly.
“No worries, I’m done with my finals, so I’ve got time to spare.”
Jongho nods, and he starts with briefing you on the details of the schedule, and he pauses at the final bit. He seems hesitant.
“…And for this piece, I need you to model nude”, he finally says. Then he looks up. “Are you okay with that?” You see pink tint dusted at the tips of his ears, but his expression remains firm. But he continues, his gaze switching back to his moleskin-esque looking notebook, “this one is gonna take the longest because as you can see”, his hands gestures to the large, blank canvas that sat in the middle of the studio, “it’s definitely going to take awhile.” He’s done, and you see his fingers fidgeting with the dangling ribbon of his notebook.
“Sure. Do we get started now? We should right?”, you respond, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips, watching hints of relief flood Jongho’s expression as he relaxes slightly. “I’ll compensate you well, I promise”, the male artist sighs in relief.
Of course, he doesn’t have you model nude immediately. He doesn’t want to scare you off, not when he knows how fucking difficult it is to get a model, let alone someone to model nude for him. But he has you do simple poses, poses that he manages to transfer into gorgeous sketches in his sketch book that he feels relief in seeing filled up. It’s amazing to see Jongho at work—how he’s concentrated at fixing your poses at the smallest angles and movements, and how he’s able to replicate real life into drawings. It was almost like magic.
You take a small sip of coffee that Jongho made for you as you watch the pencil in his fingers make rough, yet confident strokes on the paper, all of it coming together.
You observe that he’s rather quiet for the most part, or maybe he’s just absorbed in his own works. So from time to time, you would talk to him, sometimes making coffee for him in between sessions, which Jongho is definitely grateful for. Undoubtedly, he slowly starts to open up, on top of making progress on his assignments. If anything, you thought it was nothing short of attractive Jongho looked when he was fully focused onto his crafts.
The sixth day is when he gives you a head’s up to start modelling for him in nude. By then, the both of you were more comfortable with each other, especially spending quite a bit of time in close proximity, not to mention, despite his seemingly cool demeanour, Jongho was a very easy person to get along with.
“Have you done this before?” Jongho asks, as he sifts through large canvases, looking for the one that is perfect. “Yeah, a couple of times”, you reply, squeezing the bathrobe in your arms.
“I’ve drawn the curtains and locked the door. You can remove your clothes behind the folding screen there”, he points over before going back to setting up his charcoals onto the easel.
It doesn’t take you long to walk out from behind the folding screens in a bathrobe, and Jongho is still setting up his canvas. He looks over when he hears your footsteps growing closer, then gestures to the couch, now with a large piece of white silk fabric draped over. “You can get ready over there”, he instructs.
You drop the robe, letting it hang over the couch as you get yourself comfortable on the furniture. You shiver slightly at the cold breeze from the ceiling fan, and well, also because you were currently naked.
When Jongho is finally done with setting up, his attention turns to you, and he’s rooted to the ground for a good few seconds as his eyes wander all over your body and your pretty little features, and for a moment, his breath is caught in his throat.
Here’s the thing, Jongho has had models model nude for him—both men and women. He’s not phased, because that’s just part of what he needs to do—capture anatomy at it’s rawest form and sketch them onto his papers. But then, here’s the thing—he suddenly cannot seem to focus when his eyes are on you.
“So, how should I pose, Mr Artist?” You ask with a small smile on your face, snapping him out of his little thoughts. Jongho looks pretty flushed—you notice the tips of his ears are growing slightly red, but he walks over where you are.
“If you don’t mind”, he asks, and you shake your head, holding your breath when you feel his warm touch against your bare skin as he gently positions you.
“Lie down for me and face the canvas. I’ll position your arms and legs for you”, Jongho says. You let yourself rest on the plush couch, and you feel Jongho’s hands all over you once more, resting under your ams as he positions it on the couch. Your eyes follow his movements, noticing how he would glance past your chest, but then pause when he has to touch your lower body. The red at the tip of his ears is starting to flush his entire ear by now. His fingers brush against your thighs, and you try not to fidget too much, and hope he doesn’t feel the goosebumps he’s giving you. Jongho manages to position your legs the way he wants them to look before he hastily gets up and scurries back to the canvas.
“I might need you to stay like that, at least until I’m finished with the rough sketch. Could you hold on for me until then?” He asks, his eyes slowly trailing down your whole body, trying to keep the image in his head.
“I’ll try my best”, you reply with a smile.
Jongho tries his best to keep his thoughts at bay, at least, until he finishes the sketches. He lets his hands do the magic, the graphite pressing against the canvas as the quick strokes begin taking shape.
The process definitely took awhile, and you were grateful that Jongho positioned you in a pose where it was relatively comfortable, at least. The both of you would have small conversations in between, and it definitely helped ease the tension. When Jongho’s head would peek out from the side of the canvas, you would internally giggle to yourself, thinking how much he looks like a little bear looking for food.
Although the first day of the nude modelling went well, for some reason, Jongho can’t seem to get you out of his head, well your body, specifically. The touch of your skin still burns on his, and he barely is able to shake off the growing tension in his body. He slaps his cheeks.
Few more days, Jongho. Just a few more days.
The following days go by, not with their own problems—not with the art piece though, thankfully, but with you. The more he stares at you, the more he can’t seem to get his mind out of the gutter. Each passing day he thought he would grow more used to looking at your bare body, but apparently not, because his cheeks would heat up whenever he’s shading or blending, especially nearing your chest and thighs, when he has to look over, his gaze lingering a little too long, at the same time, thinking about how ridiculous he feels about this. Jongho mentally slaps himself, and forces his attention back to the canvas, his shading already halfway done.
But as his glances continue to stay longer on you, the sudden thought of his fantasies bubble up right at that moment—the way you’re writhing underneath him, taking his thick cock inch by inch on the couch that you were supposed to be modelling on, his bare skin against yours. His mind begins to float at the expressions you would make, the things you would say, and his grip on his charcoal tightens.
Jongho pauses there, his mind swimming in the depths of sin, his charcoal paused in mid air. His erection is pressing against his cargo pants. He internally curses, thankful that the canvas is big enough to hide whatever embarrassment he’s holding right now.
As the drawing slowly blooms on the canvas, you could take more frequent breaks in between sessions. At first, you’d wear the bathrobe fully, but as you slowly become more comfortable, you wouldn’t even tie the bathrobe, letting your nipples peek through the large opening, and boy, did that sometimes send Jongho’s head spinning when you’re teasing him like that.
Everything seems to almost snap during another one of your breaks, you quietly walk over to Jongho’s side, your bathrobe only draping over your shoulders watching him blend out the charcoal. The smell of your body soap hits him and floods all of his senses, and Jongho stills, his mind completely surrounded by you.
And that’s when realises his cock is rock hard, and that you are standing just over his shoulder, barely covered.
“I really like your art style”, you compliment, your eyes tracing the lines. You lean in forward, and your hand presses against his shoulders to balance yourself, followed by your body weight. All Jongho can do is force a smile while his heart is beating a hundred miles an hour.
When you leave few hours later, Jongho stays behind to finish and clean up. He doesn’t know how he was able to pull through the rest of the session with an erection just pressing painfully against his pants, but the moment he goes to the couch to collect the bathrobe, he cracks. The smell of you lingers on the piece of garment and Jongho feels like he’s about to fucking burst. He slides his bottoms off, including his underwear, letting his wet cock sit heavily against his abdomen with a relieved sigh.
He knows he shouldn’t be doing this.
Lifting the garment to his nose, your smell completely engulfs him, and his hand is on his cock, giving it a couple of pumps, soft groans leaving his lips. His hips buck into his hand, desperate to speed up while day dreaming about you between his legs, taking his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head, looking up at him with fluttered lashes, then slowly pulling out, agonisingly slow that it drives Jongho crazy, before you pump him and let him cum all over your bare tits.
Jongho’s hips jerk, accompanied by a whine at that imagery. He fucking swears you look ethereal bare like that, but his cum on you? He thinks you’ll look like the perfect masterpiece. The bathrobe falls slightly, and drapes over his cock, and Jongho decides to fuck his hand over the garment, while still letting himself go drunk over your smell.
“Y/n, fuck. Deeper. Oh gods”, His mind slowly growing more hazy at the thought of you doing things to him. Before he knows it, a pleasured whimper slips past his lips, his eyes rolling back, the lewd sounds of his cock being fucked by his hand grow louder, more faster and more wetter, as his orgasm bubbles over, warm and thick all over the bathrobe.
He’s fucked.
The next day, Jongho is completely in a blur, but he’s almost done, much to both his relief and dismay, mostly because he wants to see you more often. The sinful act he committed lingers freshly in his mind, and the slight of you wearing the bathrobe, loose over your body, when he just cummed on it the night before (although he still washed it), has his cock jump in his pants again. He internally prays for the session to go quickly, or smoothly at least, because he doesn’t know how much more he can take.
On your break, you stand behind him again, watching him skilfully use his fingers to blend out the charcoal, his movements growing slower at your scent once more.
“Oh, that means you’re almost done, aren’t you?” You ask, your sides leaning onto him, only separately by the useless garment hugging you loosely.
“Yeah. It’s just a little more blending and we can wrap up”, Jongho manages to reply. He doesn’t catch you taking one of the charcoal. He doesn’t catch you with that playful stare while you slightly stain your hands with it. And he definitely doesn’t catch your playful intentions when you smudge your fingers against his face, a stroke of charcoal that streaked down his cheek while he blinks in utter shock. He glances up at you with a pout before hastily getting off his chair.
A wide smile spreads over your face before you giggle and run away, with Jongho giving chase after you.
“Come back here!”, he yells playfully, chasing you around the studio, which only makes you giggle even more. “That was rude as hell, y/n!”
His hands manage to grab your wrists, and you’re pinned onto the couch, the bathrobe sliding off your shoulders, all the way down your arm. Jongho is just inches above you, panting slightly from chasing you.
“Caught ya”, he presses his hands on your face, streaking a charcoal stain down your cheek as well, for payback, reflecting your smile before it completely disappears. You stare back at him breathlessly, your eyes lowering to his lips before shifting back to his eyes.
He slowly lets go of your wrists, his hands sliding to your jaw. Your arms hug his neck, and before you realise it, Jongho’s lips are soft and wet against yours, parting your lips to let his tongue swipe your bottom lip. A soft groan is pulled from you as he tugs gently against your bottom lip, feeling slick slowly puddling from the arousal. Jongho’s hands slide down to your thighs, pushing them open while his lips keep yours occupied, his mind slowly blanking out.
When the both of you pull back, you can’t help but relish at the way Jongho still looks so fucking good even after that steamy make out session. He looks starved, and so pent up, even more evident when you feel the hardness of his cock just pressing onto your thigh through his pants.
You press your bare leg against his erection, and Jongho lets out a whimper.
“Let me help you with that”, you offer, shifting so that it was Jongho on the couch. You tug at the waistband of his shorts, and his cock comes into view, as heavy as it was the night before, transparent fluids coating the tip of his length.
His breathing grows more ragged, because he can’t believe that this is happening.
“So fucking pretty”, you smile, before sticking your tongue out, giving licks from the base to the top, sending Jongho’s mind into a complete frenzy. “How long have you been pent up like this, babe?”
Babe. Jongho’s breath is caught in his throat. “Awhile”, is all he manages to answer, his abdomen flexing from the way you’re stroking him with your hands.
You don’t give him any warning before pushing your head down, letting your mouth cover the entirety of his cock, letting it hit the back of your throat. Jongho’s knuckles are growing white from how hard he’s gripping the silk fabric on the couch, his other hand tugging at your scalp.
“F-fuck. Don’t stop. Please. It feels so fucking good”, he whimpers, slowly turning into a sob, his hips fucking into your mouth. You pull back slowly, letting him watch his cock emerge from your mouth, wet and sticky with a coy smile.
“Feels better than in your little fantasies, doesn’t it?”
Jongho’s eyes widen, and he swallows hard. Fuck.
You don’t even give him a chance to respond, taking his full cock into your mouth once more, this time, bobbing your head, feeling him fill up your mouth whenever you take him in once more. Jongho’s mind is completely gone, his head is resting against the backing of the couch, eyes rolled back in complete bliss.
He barely comes back to reality when you finally slow down and pull back, thick fluids of his precum and your spit link your mouth to his cock before you lick them away. You give his pretty cock a couple more pumps before you sit up to straddle his thighs, letting Jongho undress you completely (although there wasn’t much to undress anyway), leaving the bathrobe somewhere on the couch.
You inch forward, capturing his lips with yours once more, taking his hands to roam around your bare skin, letting his warm touch linger. Jongho lifts your hips, barely hovering over his cock, and he pushes you down slowly, his eyes locked onto you—eating up your fucked out expression as you’re spilt open by him from below as his cock pushes past your hole. He swallows hard again when his cock is seated warmly in your cunt, taking your breast to his mouth, his tongue swirling gentle circles over and over to distract himself from cumming too early. Drool seeps past the corner of his lips, his mind dizzy at how you’re so warm and just squeezing him so fucking perfectly. He switches to your other breast, giving it the same treatment, absolutely drunk on the way you’re moaning his name, your hips lifting slightly before he’s seated in you to the hilt.
“So fucking deep babe”, you sigh, keeping your eyes locked onto Jongho, who only pulls you into another deep kiss before he says, “we can go deeper.”
You blink at him, and this time, it’s his turn to stop you from responding when his hands roam to your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, letting your cunt swallow his cock even more, before making you bounce on his cock while you hug him.
“That’s it. All the way, baby”, he encourages right into your ears, ignoring the profanities spewing out of your mouth.
The sounds of wet skin only echoes louder in the closed studio, you only pray that no one walks past or tries to rattle the damn door knob. Well, not that you could do anything about it.
“Too much, Jongho-“ you choke, feeling his cock dragging against your soft walls, “I’m gonna-“
“Go on, let it go”, he encourages once more, making sure every time he sinks into you, you fucking feel him pressing against your sensitive spots.
Jongho holds your thighs down, his vision completely focused onto, watching you fall apart on his cock, fluttering so fucking nicely against his length as stars overtake your vision, and cream coating his cock when he pulls out, only to rut back into you.
“You’re so fucking pretty, y/n. Even the canvas can’t capture your glow”, Jongho confesses, feeling himself reach his limit. His eyes are shut, and he buries his head against the crook of your neck. You feel yourself flush at his words.
“I’m gonna cum, y/n. I can’t take it. Feels so good”, Jongho mutters, eyes glazed, looking up at you once more, his grip around you tightening. Your fingers comb back his locks, and with a smile, you reply, “you’ve earned it, baby.”
He falls apart, flooding thick and warm cum into your pussy, his breathing uneven and his mind spinning. Oh god, he can’t think.
As the both of you come down from your high, Jongho still has his head nuzzled against your neck, giving soft kisses from time to time as he softens in you.
“Don’t you need to finish your piece?” You ask, slotting your hands into the sleeves of the bathrobe as Jongho holds it behind your back.
“Yeah, I’m almost done. If it wasn’t for someone who decided to smudge charcoal onto my face”, he teases, and you laugh in reply. “Give me fifteen minutes, then we can have dinner together.”
The mess the both of you made was the least of your concerns, because Jongho scored a distinction on said piece anyway, and evidently, you’ve become his favourite muse, and he turned to be your favourite artist.
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skelliko · 5 months
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★- Tokyo revengers
- cute, little, not so subtle things they do to show that they like you
featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, Baji, Inui, rindou
-honestly some of these aren't even hints they're just straight up green flags-
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°- kazutora hanemiya
• he'd innocently tap his fingers or pat his hands on you to a certain beat of a song, on your shoulders, head, knees or arms. he'd do it out of nowhere and without a warning and it'd last between a few seconds to a minute
• sometimes he'd tease you with small annoying acts, that could go from from taking your pens and pencils and hold onto them in his grasp as you try to take them off from him but fail, or taking your work sheets that you need and making little origami boats all with a mischievous smile.
• he'd do anything with you, but only if it's just the two of you and he'd make that clear. you only have to ask once if he wants to join you in something or if you need help with anything, but if you ask while you're in your group he'd be reluctant and always make an excuse for it to just be you two
• when you're both doing something mischievous in school like cheating or going in places you shouldn't be, if you both get caught kazutora takes the fault and would try to get you out of detention, (despite him blaming others for certain things if it revolves around actual punishment he doesn't point to someone) though if your still dragged into detention then kazutora would throw a little note at you and try to humor the situation
• his love language is physical touch and quality time
°- chifuyu matsuno
• he'd hand write little sweet notes while you're there and watching chifuyu write and pass it towards the corner of your desk but then act like he didn't do that, "oh what's that?" "hm, who's that's from?" all with a good poker face
• he'd ask the question "if I were a worm would you still love me?"
• whenever you mention that you were out late at night he'd become a little protective and insist that next time when your alone at night to message him and he'd accompany you, that's exactly what happened. every time you're out and it's late he'd comes over to the location that you sent on his motorbike to safely take you home - like Baji though he'd use that as a slight advantage to feel a hug from you but he won't admit it
• when you'd talk about manga he'd slip up a little about "that character reminds me of you" and then the character is the most gorgeous, most likable and so like you that you hadn't even thought of comparing yourself to them until chifuyu mentioned it that sometimes it got you thinking into how well he takes notice of some things about you.
• his love language is acts of service and words of affirmation
°- Baji Keisuke
• whenever he walks past you in hallways or even if you're both in your separate groups and accidentally meet in public, he would bring his hand up to pat the top of your head once while walking past ya and not say anything about it but hold a grin
• he'd always try to bring you out on his motorbike just so you could wrap your arms around him and he's admitted to that before, "I just like it when you hug me" he said that with a small shrug and a confident smile. sometimes when the road is all clear he purposely speeds up just so he can feel your grasp get a little tighter and become closer
• in lesson or if you're trying to help Baji with some work he'd lean over to your page and do a quick little drawing. one of them was of the two of you as stick figures, holding hands above your heads. other drawings he'd done is wonky, unsymmetrical stars and flowers, very rare occasions mainly at the end of the lesson he's quickly do a tiny little heart at the very bottom corner but only if you weren't paying attention.
• whenever Baji comes across a cat, either a stray or an outdoor cat he'd take a picture of it and send it to you with a text, sometimes you'd be compared to the cat, "you if you were a cat" "it has your eye colour" "the cat has the same personality as you" "I bet you both would get along great"
• his love language is quality time and physical touch
°- Inui seishu
• he would straight up stare at you, without saying anything he'd shamelessly look at you and admire you, a lot of the time with a small smile and if you catch onto him and ask him about it he just shrugs and carries on looking at you
• out of nowhere, rarely, when hes behind you he'd be holding your favourite snack and hold it behind the back of your head until you turn around to notice it, sometimes if you take too long he'd crinkle the package to make you notice
• he'd fix up your hair for you, if the wind blew it and made your hair to be a little off than how you want it to be then he'd move the strands for you without saying anything
• he'd observe you and remember everything, not once did he forget any little detail about you, your temporary favourite colour for the week, what you ate last Thursday at 2:37pm, that one scene in an episode of a series that you mentioned last month that inui was so far behind in watching but then brought it up that he got up to that part, it's as if he keeps note of everything
• his love language is acts of service and quality time, a bit of gifting
°- rindou haitani
• whenever you're both together, for even a brief moment, if he sees a flower outside in the grass, concrete, over someone's garden fence or even on someone's private property he will pick a singular flower and then pass it to you (he expects you to keep it until you both part) and it'd be a large variety wherever you both go out, it's hardly ever be the same flower and he makes sure of that
• at some point he let you try on his white gloves that he uses to fight people with and someone else saw that and asked him if they could also try it on and rindou went, "no fuck off" with no hesitation whatso ever, even his mood switched up a little but then immediately went back to smiling at how the gloves were a little bit too big on you
• if you're both together and walk past a group of guys he'd place his arm around your shoulders and keep you close, his reasoning was so that they don't try to hit on you knowing damn well your a single and a free person (someone's protective?)
• he loves to braid your hair, long or short doesn't matter. he's braided his brother's hair before and even though it took him a few tries to get it right he wouldn't miss a perfect opportunity to try and braid yours if it means to get close to you
• his love language is acts of service and gifting
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tangerinesilk · 7 months
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- DISTRACTION : DAVE LIZEWSKI
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dave was a great study buddy, but there's no doubt he was a distraction. he constantly made you turn your head twice at whatever he said or did whether it was some comic book character he rambled about or how his pale blue eyes shined under the warm lighting of his desk lamp.
pairing ✷ college!dave lizewski x college!fem!reader
rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)
tropes ✷ friends with benefits, spicy but no / little plot, unspoken love, domestic toward eachother but no dating, dorky and awkward people in love who just wont admit it theyre in love (sort of) | nsfw warnings below!
word count ✷ 1.7k
a/n ✷ um this was a random thought and it just sort of happened. stg it feels like i blacked out while writing this KSKFFKS what is going on with me. anyways been wanting to write about this cute dork for a while and why not make it really hot. posting now so i dont chicken out but ill edit later.... i always love feedback! xo
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[ steamy warnings: mentions of public sex, dom & sub switches, p in v without protection, nipple play, hj + bj, f receiving oral from m, praising + heavy dirty talk, face sitting, finishing inside v ]
typical weekends: saturday night at dave's apartment.
dave was explaining something... it was something. something important, but all you could focus on was his pretty eyes and how soft his lips looked today. he pushed his glasses up more on his nose bridge again, looking down at his book for one of his college classes.
he was so into the subject, you didn't even have to nod. you were occasionally tapping the eraser end of your pencil against your blank notebook, only listening to every other word.
suddenly, your mind wanders to when you two were doing laundry at three in the morning and got a little spontaneous. then getting a bit handsy on the top floor of the library where no one usually was. maybe even the time when you were visiting him back home for one weekend and you both could barely keep it together with company downstairs.
ever since you both agreed on this friends with benefits agreement, your dry spells were no longer an issue. it seemed like both of you were touched starved, but not wanting to meet other people, strangers you didnt want or need to know.
so, after becoming lab partners in your fall semester of senior year, its been nonstop seeing each other. not just for sex, but hanging out to study, going to local comic book stores and libraries, even the occasional dinner and sleepover combo at his apartment or yours.
it seemed like a wild card at first, but you would never admit (outloud) to dave lizewski that you underestimated how great his tongue felt inside your pus—
"y/n, are you even listening?"
you cleared your throat, "hmm?"
he chuckled, "so you weren't... i know, its kind of boring."
now you felt bad, caught up from going down memory lane and he was excited about his new class.
you ran your hand over his curls, "im sorry, dave. my mind was wandering."
he turned, seeming interested, "about what?"
you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, "about... you know..." you trailed then shrugged, "stuff."
dave smiled, "oh yeah? you weren't, i dont know, thinking about me?"
you had seen this confidence grow inside dave as more time passed, and you weren't sure if it was cockiness, but you couldn't deny how cute yet attractive it was on him.
"why dont you go back to what you were rambling about? please. im all ears now." you lean in, placing your hands underneath your chin with your elbows on his desk.
its ironic how his full size bed was behind the two of you yet here you are, acting like this was the first time you've hung out.
he pressed wet kisses against your inner thighs, your clit aching for his mouth as his nose brushed against your skin. he'd let out a nervous chuckle as he noticed the wet spot forming on the center of your panties. you'd bite your bottom lip as he licked his lips, in awe of the mess you were for him.
dave pulled down your panties, shuffling them down your ankles before tossing them to the side. his strong hands run up the top of your thighs before holding your hips, pulling your core closing to his mouth. after his first, yet hesitant, kiss on your clit, you let out a faint moan.
soon his tongue was running over your open slit and tasting your sweet wetness. you arched your back, leaning back on his desk as he flicked your clit a few times. when he pushes his tongue inside you, a rush of heat runs over your entire body. you caress your own breasts and pull at your own nipples as he picks up his pace.
"fuck... god, yes. eat my fucking pussy." you whimpered. he got so weak when you uttered your sweet nothings. as dominant as he thought he presented himself, dave was a sucker for you.
just when you thought it couldn't get better, he slide his two fingers into your slit as his tongue flicks your swollen clit. you told him how you love when he curled his fingers inside you, knuckle deep and gathering your wetness every pump as he brought you closer to your orgasm.
your hips grind against his mouth and hand, painfully near your climax. he cursed under his breath as he felt your pussy clench around his digits. he pulls his mouth away from your clit, trailing more kisses over your stomach then rolls his tongue against your right nipple.
his hand still worked your slit, thrusting so fast that your head was spinning along with the pleasure of him sucking your erect nipple. you glanced down, seeing how his hard pressed against his khakis. just the thought of taking his cock into your mouth made you dizzy, bucking your hips against his fingers.
"yes... make me cum. i wanna fucking cum on your fingers." you muttered under your breath, pulling at his curls. dave's knees were giving out as he held his position but he loved to hear your continous begging.
he was about to see if he could pick up his pace before your hand reached down, sliding into the front of his stained pants and caressing his hard cock. he grunted against your chest, instantly weak from your touch which made him pause.
"hmm, what about i cum on your cock instead?" you giggled as your lips met his, "it's so hard... bet you've been thinking about cumming inside my tight pussy, huh, dave?"
he sighed, "shit..."
"that's what i thought, baby." you say before taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own cum. he takes a mental picture even though you've done this in your previous hookups.
you hop off the desk, playfully pushing him on his twin size bed. you slowly get on your knees, running your hand over the crotch of his pants that were already unbuttoned and half unzipped. it's easy for your pull his cock out, practically springing from his briefs.
his eyes are glued to you as your tongue runs up and down the base before wrapping your lips against his red tip. you half-giggle when you taste his pre-cum, then carefully take him all in your mouth. you gag a bit as his tip pushes further in, and he groans when your throat tightens around him.
you push your tongue out to make sure your teeth dont graze his cock as you deep throat him, incredibly slow, so he can watch in awe. he leans up on his elbows, falling apart as you take him in your mouth so easily and your hand pumping the rest of his base.
"fucking christ... fuck." he muttered, his dick twitching inside your mouth as your salvia runs down when you gag on his hard.
his hand runs over your hair, gathering it together to keep it out of your face— also to have a better view of him receiving one of the best blowjobs you've given him.
when you pull your mouth away, you giggle as you pump his cock with your spit lubricating for better motion. his face screws together the faster you pump, and he can barely take the pleasure.
"hmm, i bet you wanna cum on my face... and tits. but, i want you to cum inside me." you say as you but your bottom lip, running your thumb over the cum leaking from his tip.
"me too, baby. fuck!" he grunts, and it makes you smile at how much of a mess he is too.
you rise from your knees, relieving the pressure on them before straddling him on his bed. you pull off your top, tossing it on the other side of the room as he quickly peels his shirt off as well. his big hands run up your body, over your breasts once more as his thumbs move against your nipples.
"god, i want to feel every inch of your cock... so, don't stop until you're finished." you tell him as you run his tip agaisnt your slit before slowly sinking down on him.
"babe, shit... fuck." he whimpered, his fingers pressing into your hips as you arch your back.
"god, im so tight." you moan, "your cock is so big... can barely fit you inside me." you huff, your eyes closed shut as you slowly move your hips.
soon, you meet a nice pace of bouncing on his cock and he loosens up as he watches you move up and down. his bright eyes keep moving between looking at your tits and your face, completely amazed by your beauty.
you run your hands over his toned chest and abdomen, leaving light scratches on his skin from the waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.
"dave, im gonna cum. oh, oh! i'm gonna cum." you announced to him and he was holding off anyways, his jaw clenched his much that it was beginning to feel painful.
as you arch your back and let out a long whine, he stills his hips as his warm cum fills you up. it was the first time he was fully inside you, and you were aching around his cock, feeling it throbbing against your walls.
he leans up, leaving a soft kiss just above your breasts before you two share another kiss. you can't help but giggle, both of you feeling that sudden hit of exhaustion.
you lift yourself from your cock and cum runs down your slit, letting him see the mess he made. dave smirks, expecting him to say that he'll get you a towel but instead licks his lips and starts to lean down between your legs again.
it was like deja vu. his tongue presses against your swollen slit, tasting your mixed cum before sucking on your sore clit. now you're so sensitive to the touch, you could orgasm again at any moment. he was so in tune with your body that he knew what pace to go and how long you could actually lasts.
you run your hands over your breasts, his tongue moving so perfectly between your slit and clit. you feel his press a light kiss against the area above your pussy before trailing more kisses up your body. then, you two shared another kiss, tasting each other's tongues once more before he laid next to you.
"you know, i've never had a study partner like you." you jeered, pressed a kiss against the start of his jaw.
he blushed, "me neither..." he raised his eyebrows, "trust me."
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jonghoslvt · 7 days
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— you’re supposed to be studying but the boy tutoring you has got you nervous and the session takes a complete 180.
Genre: smut! (Drabble) something short
Notes: fingering, giving head, boob fondling, making out, tutor session, Yunho initiates and reader consents, Dom yunho, you two come at the same time.
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You’re trying to keep cool, but everytime his shoulder brushes against yours, your heart starts beating uncontrollably fast.
“Now you did good here, but I think you’re still struggling a bit with this.” He leans forward, a finger pressing against the paper. Your grip on the pencil is strong as you stare at where he’s pointing, there’s words coming out of his mouth but you can’t focus. Hes tutored you before and even around that time you were still in your own head, daydreaming about what you wanted him to do to you.
“Did you get that?” You jump at his question, obviously not very subtle on the fact that your head is elsewhere. “Um, I’m sorry can explain it again?” He smiles, happy to repeat himself but he stops midway after you said “I see” for the fifth time. “Are you actually listening y/n? Or are you just responding to make it seem like you are?” Well, it was the second one but you can’t exactly tell him that out loud “of course I am..” he raises his eyebrows “uh huh,” he then leans back in his chair, legs slightly spreading, he’s hot without even trying.
“Then repeat what I just said.” Fuck.
Yunho waits patiently for an answer, foot tapping on the floor, a hand resting on the side of his head as his arm is propped on the armrest of the chair. When you don’t speak he sighs “what’s bothering you?” Maybe the fact that his height can still be noticed because even when he’s sitting down he still towers over you, or maybe it’s the rolled up sleeves and the black watch on his right wrist.
“Nothing, I guess I just want a bit of a break.” Yunho examines you, his eyes scan over your entire body and only then does he notice that your face is red and that you’re nervously playing with the ends of your plaid skirt, you’re even looking down, not giving any eye contact.
He knows what this is, and it’s not the first time someone’s acted like this around him. However it is the first time he’s found it cute, especially since you’re not actively trying to make it obvious. “We can take a break, I have an idea of what we should do as well.” You gasp when he grabs the edge of your chair in order to bring you forward, His hand damn near reaching between your legs. There’s silence as he guides your face towards his in order to get you to look at him “let’s mess around, maybe that’ll clear your mind.” “Mess around?” He slowly and sensually massages your upper thighs, feeling the plush skin against his hands, this was actually starting to make him hard.
You bite your lip to avoid moaning, not stopping his advances because this is exactly what you wanted.
He takes it a step further by pressing his lips against yours, you kiss him back and his arms wrap around your waist so that he’s able to pull you onto his lap. The feeling of his boner presses against your clit which causes you to moan into his mouth, and he pushes the boundaries by rocking your hips against his. The heat radiating off of your body, heart pounding, if he continued like this you’ll end up coming.
“You okay with this?” “Yes.” Not even a hint of hesitation in your voice, you were so sure of this.
Yunho stops rocking your hips, hands sneaking up under your shirt to fondle your chest. You never knew that part of your body was so sensitive up until he lifted up your sweater and started pinching your nipples between his fingers, his head leaning down so that he could suck on them. You couldn’t control the way your body looked for more friction, you needed No you wanted to be touched more.
You’re surprised when he lifts you off his lap and back onto your chair, he presses your legs up, sliding your panties off, the wet spot in the middle is embarrassing to you, but he doesn’t pay it any attention. He’s got a very serious look on his face and honestly you’re unsure of what he’s thinking. However it softens once he gets a good look at your open and desperate demeanor. “Sit on your knees, but stay on the chair.” You do as told, knees pressed on the chair and he makes you lean over the armrest.
He unbuckles his pants, cock springing free as he softly rubs your back, his fingers slowly reaching under and hovering over your clit. There’s silence for a bit but you grow impatient, it’s likely that he was seeing who would go first and fuck it, you’ll do it. You lean down more, extending your butt up, lips pressing on the tip, you feel him move just slightly underneath your head.
You take him into your mouth, pussy clenching and getting wetter by the moment, all the while his hands are still not giving you the touch that you want. You suck him harder, tongue sliding around, head moving up to kitten lick the tip, you’re blushing hard and he can see. It’s only when you take him back into your mouth, but much deeper that his fingers finally press against your needy hole.
He gathers up all the slick and uses them as lube, Two fingers sliding past your walls, his thumb pressed against your clit for added pleasure. You moan against his cock, the vibration making him grunt.
“Such a good girl, so good for me.” With limited view you looked up as best as you could, seeing that his eyebrows were furrowed, he was concentrated on your back side as his fingers scissored you open. Being this close, the smell of his cologne hitting your nose while his cock hit the back of your throat, he’d just started and you were already about to come.
Tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks, you’ve never been touched like this.
The flex of his arms, the veins that popped out, his long fingers brushing over your sweet spot, had your toes curling. Then, his free hand found itself in your hair as he grabbed it and fucked into your mouth, his fingers still fucking into you. The feeling in your stomach arrived, that slight cramp and the buzzing feeling of your pussy squeezing around him.
Your orgasm crashes over you and he pulls out as quickly as he can. You don’t know why but you kept your mouth open, as an invitation and he took it. He came on your mouth, some landing on your tongue and dropped back into the chair, trying to catch his breath. Slowly and careful not to hurt you he pulls his fingers out and grabs some tissue to clean your face with.
“Did our little break satisfy you? Hm?”
More than anything else would have.
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abibliophobiaa · 10 months
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fluff and/or smut request based on the prompt “My God, you're fun to kiss.”
Eddie preferred but if Steve inspires you more for this that's okay too!
ily💖
eddie munson x afab!reader. 18+.
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It starts as friends.
Acquaintances, really. People who pass each other in the hall. Glances as you go, simple pleasantries, a wave if you’re lucky.
But fate steps in. And soon it’s a joint project, it’s trying to care for an egg together, to make sure it doesn’t break, gentleness foreign to both of you. It’s handing off your pretend child at the end of an afternoon—it’s joint custody over an eventual grade.
Soon, it’s gentle brushes of flesh in science class. It’s an accidental touch after almost dropping a pipette, a borrowed pencil, a shared eraser. Awkward encounters become heated glances. They become chemical interactions like the science projects you share with Eddie Munson.
Bright, vibrant, and potent.
You think it’s a joke when you’re paired in English class. Some sort of cosmic arrangement in the stars, a joke from the gods, what have you. Because of all the people you could act out Romeo and Juliet with, Eddie Munson is the last one on your list.
He’s brash and unruly. He’s disorganized and frenetic. He’s…well, he’s charismatic and alluring. Infuriating and compelling. Intriguing and impossible. Handsome and absolutely grotesque. Charming and…
Well. That’s the problem, really. The more the stars align, the more you find you like him. The more you find yourself enraptured by the boy with curly hair and a dimpled smile.
So it’s almost no surprise when you find yourself seated on a bench in the middle of spring, surrounded by dappled light and looming trees, books stretched out in front of you, practicing your lines. Only Eddie’s distracted. Has been for a bit. Since you arrived, really.
“Is there something on my face?” Your words are short. Staccato. Clipped. Brusque, without a real reason for them being so.
“Er—no.”
And that’s that. These weeks, these opportune moments—they mean nothing. Fleeting gazes, jovial banter, and brief looks? Those don’t make up a relationship. You know this. Yet it stings all the same. Sinks deep in your gut.
Or so you think.
The next time you meet in the woods, Eddie’s a live wire. Fingers tapping a pen on his notebook, brushing your cheek, curling around your jaw. He’s staring at you fondly. Like you’re the only girl in the world; like you’re his. And you would be—if he’d only asked you.
It’s on that day, as the sun sets and the sky glows orange, he leans down and kisses you the first time.
A gentle brush of his lips over yours as you sit on top of that wooden table. His knees press to the bench, your backside on the tabletop, his ringed fingers around your hips.
He kisses you like you’re precious—a jewel to be cherished, bright and twinkly, rare and his. And you find you like that; languish in it.
You get a B+ in O’Donnell’s class and the woods become your haven that next week. A place where you can run to him, your fingers in his hair, his arms around your waist. Whispers of hate and love, of frustration and adoration, of ‘will they’ and ‘won’t they.’
There’s a shlick of a zipper lowering. A hiss from the boy before you as you tug him forward by his belt loops, nosing along his throat, sucking purple hickeys into supple flesh.
He’s plush lips over your breast, whispers of, “My god, you’re fun to kiss.”
And you’re pliant. Heart a flutter as he slides your skirt up your thighs, parting you for him, brushing at your slit. He teases at your flesh. One finger, swirling in your slick, mouth swallowing your pitiful moans. And then another, sliding into you. Making you whimper and moan, gasps muffled against the column of his throat.
“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He asks, brushing his mouth over your ear.
Smirks into your skin when you tremble, thighs spreading wider, welcoming the boy as he prods at your center, groans when you whimper into his chest at the brush of his fullness against your hole.
“Y-yeah, Eds.”
“What do you want, baby? Need your words.”
Another brush. A nudge. A slight pressure where you want him most, but it has your toes curling, fingers tightening around his leather jacket, gripping fast to curls, teeth clenching around his earlobe.
“Need you to fuck me,” you manage.
“Yeah, baby?” He’s smirking. Dimples and cockiness, fingers curling around his base, pressing his head against your center. Collecting your slick and pushing in slightly. Enough to have you quivering, enough to have you begging for more. “Like this?”
And he’s sliding in. Inch by blessed inch, slowly and painstakingly so, until you’re a gasping, writhing, pleading mess. Tears prick your eyes, fingers in his hair, mouth against his.
“You like me,” he rasps.
Not a question.
Not at all.
A statement. Simple, just like breathing. Just like the way he slides in and out of you—like he’s always done so, like it’s what he’s always been made to, like he’s been doing so all along. 
“I do,” you gasp out, shuddering around him, curling your thighs around him, dragging him closer. You need him closer. “I like you, Eddie Munson.”
“Go out with me.” A brush of his lips over your heart, hips rolling against yours, drawing out your pleasure.
You hate him, you like him, you might even love him.
“I will,” you whimper, pulling him tighter, burning brighter. “I will.”
And it’s one week later you walk down the halls hand in hand with Eddie Munson. Your health partner, lab partner, english partner. Stranger, acquaintance, friend.
Boyfriend.
Yours.
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heesbaby · 5 months
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VERBOTEN - LEE HEESEUNG
TWENTY FIVE; quit running your mouth
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authors note! hi hi sorry for the late update i've been super busy! the last 48 hours have been a mess! hope you're all well, this is half smau half written so enjoy! ilyasm ^^ word count is 2.2k!!
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When you finally saw Heeseung’s work place come into view, the butterflies in your stomach flared up again. You weren’t nervous to see Heeseung, quite the opposite now actually, you were more so nervous of the stares and whispers that were bound to occur the moment you stepped into the building.
You didn’t fit in, you didn’t look the part, your little black skirt that you often wore to work with your company branded sweatshirt was paired with some black tights and cute legwarmers today. If you were pushing it, you would’ve worn thigh highs to work, but your boss had already told you off previously for that and you didn’t feel like getting in trouble again.
You wrapped your coat around you tighter, trying to hide your work uniform so that people didn’t immediately call you out. The entrance way looked grand, all marble floors and bright lights leading to a set of elevators taking you to various different floors with a plethora of companies listed on the side.
You remembered what Heeseung said; floor six, bump into one of the boys or ask someone for him, go to his office. You could manage that. Or at least you thought you could, your foot tapping nervously as you watched the numbers on the elevator screen tick upwards until it reached the floor where Heeseung worked. Luckily for you, your Dad’s department was based elsewhere so you had no reason to be nervous about bumping into him. But, some of the staff surely knew who you were, your Dad used to keep a framed photo of you and your Mum on his desk.
There was no time to dwell on that, the doors of the elevator opening and leading you out to the main door of the offices. You could see many workers inside, some standing and talking and some working diligently at their desks. Nowhere in sight could you see any of the boys, just your luck. You shot them all a quick text asking if they were around, but when not one of them had read it after a minute you bit the bullet and decided to just ask another worker. What was the harm in that?
You pushed open the door, a few eyes turning to you as you did so and you already felt nervous. You didn’t recognise a single person from the promotion party, but if you were being honest, you weren’t even there for long enough.
“Excuse me?” A woman came up to you, the scowl on her face just telling you that you’d made the wrong decision by walking in there. You knew you should’ve ignored Heeseung’s texts and just waited outside for him, “non-employees aren’t allowed in here, and you definitely don’t look like an employee.”
You felt like you should be offended but you took it as a compliment, all the others in the office were wearing plain blouses and boring pencil skirts or trousers. You didn’t fit in, in the best possible way.
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” she said, placing a hand on your elbow to steer you out of the room. Something didn’t sit right with her touching you and you flinched away, a frown on your lips.
“Don’t touch me,” you replied, subconsciously rubbing your sleeve where she’d held you. “I’m here to see Heeseung, can you show me to his office?”
If you didn’t already feel stupid, you definitely did now. The woman laughed at you, crossing her arms over her chest and gaining the attention of some of the other staff who started to look over and whisper about the situation. You could hear people asking who you were, why you were here, and why the fuck were you asking for the manager?
“I’m afraid if you’re hoping for him to want you after a one night stand, or whatever the fuck you’re going to ask him about, it’s not going to work. This is his work place, it’s highly unprofessional to come here begging for him. So if you would be so kind as to make your way out, then hopefully I won’t have to call security.” She had a mocking smile on her face and, if you weren’t so calm and collected, you would’ve wanted to smack that look right off of it.
“I don’t know what type of girl you take me for,” you replied, stepping a little closer to her. You were, honestly, a little intimidated by her but you’d never let her know that. “But I’m not here to beg for his dick, so if you could show me to his office now then that would be great. If not, I have no problem escalating this.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” She spat, her finger poking at your chest a few times until her eyes fell onto the logo of your work uniform, she smirked, “no wonder, just a minimum wage worker after some richer guys money? Is that it? Bet he’s paying you to sleep with him right? I wouldn’t be surprised if-”
“YN?” You heard your name called across the office, a worried tone ringing in your ears as the both of you turned to see Jake rushing over, “I only just saw your text, you ok?”
The other woman let out a quiet scoff, causing Jake to narrow his eyes over at her, “so you’re after Mr Lee but you’re also fucking Sim on the side? Classy.”
“Minhae, drop it,” Jake said simply, his hand falling to your lower back in an act of comfort. The name rang a bell but you couldn’t place it anywhere, you guessed you must’ve just heard it in passing.
“With all due respect Mr Sim,” Minhae put extra emphasis on calling Jake by his last name, almost as if to prove a point that they were above you in some way. “Non-employees shouldn’t be up here without a meeting, especially ones with their own agenda. If Mr Lee set a meeting with a client then we would know about it, and this girl here doesn’t look like our typical demographic.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You asked, once again tightening your jacket around yourself. You felt inferior, small, unimportant under her gaze. It made you wish you’d never come.
“Just ignore her YN,” Jake mumbled, pulling you back a little. “I’ll take you to Heeseung’s office, Minhae can have her tantrum elsewhere.”
But Minhae wasn’t letting it go that easily, you could tell she was the type to have her way. She spoke up again, “I remember you now.” Her lips tugged up into a condescending smile, “you came with Mr Lee to the promotion party, right? It’s a shame you left so early, we had a great time and you missed out on it all.”
The hidden meaning behind her words made your stomach tighten into knots. Although you and Heeseung had talked this through before, you still felt on edge about it all. Everything between you two was so fragile, your trust was so easy to break, and people like Minhae fed off of that.
“Quit running your mouth Minhae,” behind the woman in question, you saw Heeseung approaching. You had to stop your jaw from falling to the floor, you never got the time to appreciate him in the mornings but now, with his suit trousers on and shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, your head was spinning.
“Mr Lee! So glad you came, tell this girl to-”
Heeseung cut her off before she could get any further, waving a hand in dismissal, “someone came into my office to tell me that some people were causing a scene. Care to explain?”
Minhae jumped at the opportunity, her hand gripping his forearm. You had to stop yourself from ripping it away, your gaze zeroing in on it, “of course Mr Lee. This girl just entered our office, I was telling her that she can’t see you without an appointment but she insisted she was here for you. Which I found hard to believe, I hold you to a higher standard than that.”
Heeseung’s jaw locked at her words, his eyes hard as he stared down at Minhae. You’d never really seen him angry before, but you could tell that this was it.
“I’d appreciate you not lying to me Minhae,” he stated, before taking her wrist and gently removing it from his arm. “I’d also appreciate if you didn’t touch me without my consent, it’s inappropriate.”
Her smile dropped at his words and his rejection, her mouth opening and closing but no explanation was found until she processed what he’d said, “I’m not lying! Anyone in this office could tell you the same thing.”
“So tell me then Minhae,” he raised one eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why did I have another staff member enter my office to inform me that you were harassing YN? Grabbing her arm and swearing at her?”
Minhae went to reply but no words came out. She looked to Jake for help but he just backed away, his part was done the moment Heeseung came over. He’d only stayed to make sure Minhae didn’t pull the wool over Heeseung’s eyes.
“I suggest you get back to work immediately Minhae,” Heeseung sighed, seeming bored that he’d had to waste his precious time, that was reserved for you, now dealing with Minhae. “This is not the first time you’ve caused issues for me, but make sure it’s the last. One more wrong move and I’ll have you off the team and out of the company. Understood?”
Minhae’s face was pale as she nodded, her once confident demeanour now meek and shy. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips as Heeseung defended you in front of the whole office. In that moment, you knew he’d changed.
Minhae went to head back to her desk, eyes cast downwards. Heeseung leant down closer to her to speak one last time, “and never, ever, insult my girl again like that? Is that clear Minhae?”
She didn’t even have time to respond before Heeseung was taking your hand and tugging you out of the office and into the corridor where the two of you could be alone. You stumbled after him, not having the words to speak right then. You were embarrassed from the things that Minhae said, did it really seem like you were a one night stand looking for something more? Did you really look that desperate by coming up to the office? Did people know about you and the other boys too? The comments got to you even though you knew they shouldn’t, it was inevitable.
When Heeseung finally stopped in front of the elevator, he finally turned to talk to you, “fuck, I’m so sorry pretty girl. I should’ve thought about her, I should’ve known she’d try something if she saw you. I’m so sorry, I should’ve come downstairs instead of you coming up here.”
One hand was still holding yours, fingers moving to intertwine together as he gave it a squeeze, the other ran through his hair messily. You so badly wanted to be upset, you really did, but the way he handled the situation and the way he apologised straight away had you buckling at the knees. Somehow, Heeseung had grown so much already, he knew just how to put you at ease.
“It’s ok Hee,” you replied, leading the two of you into the elevator when it opened at your floor. “It’s not your fault, thanks for defending me.”
“I’ll always defend you,” he sighed, standing in front of you. “What she said was cruel and just completely wrong, she’s out there trying to cause problems at every turn and I’m so sorry that you got caught up in it this time. I’ll sort it out later, she’ll be reprimanded for what she did and said I promise.”
The elevator was taking a while to go down to the ground floor, time seemed to slow as the two of you stood there. You didn’t quite know what to say, your heart felt happy knowing Heeseung was backing your corner all the time now. He was rooting for you even when you weren’t around.
So, instead of saying anything, you let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head into his chest for a moment. You didn’t think he’d reciprocate, in fact you were almost certain he wouldn’t. But hesitantly, his arms wrapped around you in return and he leant his chin down on top of your head, his entire body engulfing yours in the most comforting hug you’d had in a while.
“I’m sorry little girl,” Heeseung mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head that sent electricity down your spine. “You deserve nothing but kindness, I’ll make sure people like that never bother you again, ok?”
You pulled back a little to look at him, the hardness of his features had disappeared now that it was just the two of you alone. He was back to being the Heeseung you recognised, he wasn’t manager Lee anymore. He was back to the Heeseung you liked, you could kiss him in that moment.
“Thanks Hee,” you leant up gently just as the doors were opening at the ground floor to press a chaste kiss to his cheek before pulling away and exiting the elevator before your confidence left you. Heeseung stood there for a second, hand lightly touching the area you’d kissed as a soft blush spread across his skin, “you coming? I’m pretty hungry now.”
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𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 │ eren jaegar
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warnings . . . fem reader ( she / her prns ), car sex, anal play ( jus a finger :o ), sex while high, eren has a tongue piercing ‘n he’s kinda mean, lotsa praise, creampie.
word count . . . approx. 2k
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“slow down.”
he has to hate you . . . he has to — that’s the only rational explanation that makes sense as to why he keeps doing this to you. red-rimmed, jade green glows bright beneath low eyelids. your lips are parted to allow yourself to drag in little puffs of air; it tastes like heat with a sharp zing of zesty, cherry laced kush.
“hey,” eren’s grabbing you by the chin with one, big, rough-skinned hand to gather all of your undivided attention back on him. “come back to me,” his voice is just underneath an utter; it’s always had a certain effect on you, no matter how many times you fight to convince yourself that it doesn’t.
how easy it is for you to just give yourself to him, still, after so long scares you … in a good way. it’s been eight months — the longest ‘relationship’ you’ve maintained with someone who was not a particular close friend nor family member.
in a way, this … thing you have going on with eren is as much confusing as it is exhilarating. you both have gone to the same schools since elementary, however, you never really spoke to one another. for years you’ve had your own friend group and he’s had his — occasionally, if you shared the same classes, he’d ask for a pencil or try to get you to sneak an answer to him during a pop quiz, but that was really all the interaction you had with him. it wasn’t until eight months ago, at a sororities’ valentine’s day party that the dynamic between you both switched into something a little more. you’ll admit, yes, you were faded off of your ass and coincidentally, eren was too. stumbling into the bathroom to do your hourly mirror check to confirm you were even alive ended up with you tripping right into the muscled arms of eren who had been taking a piss. what had arose from simple small talk had somehow led to lingering stares and lurid scans, both of you eyeing how graciously puberty blessed the other, a few kisses and touches ensued, and the next thing you’re able to pinpoint is you bent over the bathroom sink with his cock love tapping the sensitive, little ridge of your cervix while a remixed version of queen’s under pressure played in the background.
now, today, you’re seated on his monster of a cock in the backseat of his matte black, audi rs 7. how a simple match meet up developed into this? you don’t know. eren reclined his seat back and, honestly, you’re a simple girl. the second you caught a view of his print pushing up against the soft cotton of his cream-colored sweats that matched his hoodie, you were climbing over the middle console and aligning yourself directly atop of it.
and eren isn’t stingy with you. he sees you want something and he gives it to you.
or rather, that’s usually the case, and that’s why you’re confused.
“go ahead,” he’s telling you. his hands slip across your waist to your ass which he grips and holds on to when you start to rock up and down on his dick . . slowly. “yeah,” he tilts his head back against the padded headrest, looking up at you with the faintest little smirk lifting the corner of his lips. “feels better when you take it slow, no?”
your voice is tiny when you whimper, “eren, i wanna cum.”
one of his hands slide up the length of your back to take hold of the back of your neck and firmly grasp it. “you can cum whenever you want to,” how gorgeous he is should be a crime. “but i’m not letting you go any faster than this.”
maybe it’s intertwined in the code of your, what eren would label ‘bratty ass dna,’ or, could simply be human’s natural instinct to be told no and crave to do that one thing . . . but you stare at eren for a moment to read if he was serious, and upon realizing he actually was, you can’t help but start to rise and drop yourself up and down his cock at a pace that matched the quick, steady rhythm of the rain outside hitting the roof of the car. expectedly, he catches your hips on the downwards movement, grips them tight to keep you still, then swats a smack hard enough on your ass to make you hiss between your teeth and whine.
he catches your eye again; the smirk on his face is gone. “slow.”
you’d curse at him if the tip of his cock wasn’t filling up your cunt from wall to wall, if you pulled your lips from his when he pulls you down to flick his tongue against yours to have you taste the warm, titanium ball pierced through his own.
you can feel your pussy fluttering and your juices seem to ooze out of you at a much quicker pace than normal. it has streaks of white painting his girth and droplets dribbling down to the firm skin of his sac. “oh, shit—“ you mewl and tilt your head back, getting loss in the steady pace of up . . down . . up . . down. “shit, baby.”
eren strains out a raspy curse. his voice sounds unexplainably lower when he spreads the doughy globes of your ass apart to rub a few of his fingers across the entrance of your cunt to feel the way it stretches taut to accommodate him all inside of you. “drippin’ all over me, y’know that?” his words are panted against the skin of your collarbone. “gettin’ me all filthy—“
“—can’t,” your voice comes out soft and croaky. “can’t help it . .” you sniffle. “feels good.”
your words make him laugh — it’s a quiet, gentle thing full of breath. “yeah?” he asks. “i bet it does.”
you cannot stand him.
you flick your eyes down, drinking in the plain of abs shown from his half-shucked up hoodie and the faint dusting of hair that trails downward from underneath his belly button. for a moment, just a moment, you let yourself get carried away again — you let yourself roll your hips up and down just a little bit faster. you can’t help it. you shiver at the tide of white-hot pleasure it brings right before he stops you again with his hands pressing into the cushy skin of your waist.
“god, eren, please,” you’ve never been so desperate and it shows in your voice that cracks and grows weak and tearful near the end of your words. why?, you can’t help but wonder.
but he’s just staring calmly at you beneath his lashes with his head tilted back to look up again. “we can do this all night, pretty girl,” is all he says. “it’s either slow … or you can hop off. your choice.”
you clamp down on him at the simple thought of having to go back up to your dorm unsatisfied, still wet, still throbbing. you sit quietly.
at your sudden compliancy, mirth is read beneath clouded green, glittery and lucent. “c’mon.” it’s a steady spring of up and down he subjects you to. this time, you don’t bother to even move, you let him do all the work which turns out to be exactly what your stubborn, little ass needed. when he pulls you downwards, he also pushes your hips back before quickly pulling them back in — rolling them while bouncing you up and down on his lap.
with the meticulous motion, he’s managing to grind the head of his cock directly into that tender, spongy area of nerves nestled deep inside you. it’s perfect. your eyelashes are fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your head and you have to press the palm of one of your hands flat up against the roof of the car to remind yourself to not force yourself to go any faster, leaving aside how bad you wanted to.
there’s this . . . embarrassing squelch and squish sound that seems to ricochet off the interior of the car and into your ears. you know it’s because of how wet you’re getting — it’s absolutely lewd. you feel dirty, but in the best of ways. “eren,” you’re panting, your voice is whiny and garbled. “eren, fuck.”
he collects one bouncing tit inside of his mouth to suckle a soft nipple. his pierced tongue curls around it while his lips suction enclosed until the bud is pearled and hardened. “y’so fuckin’ wet,” he mumbles after he pops it out of his mouth, blinking up to catch your eyes. “feels . . so fuckin’ good.”
you barely register what he’s doing when you hear a wet pucker of what sounds like him pulling a finger from his mouth, until you feel it. not until you feel him softly dragging the pad of his middle finger over the wrinkled furrow of your asshole before he’s pushing in until the first knuckle. you know to relax so that he can sheath it fully, and he keeps it there while his other fingers remained splayed over your ass which he squeezes on.
although it’s a single finger, you feel exceptionally full.
you align your lips against his, feeling dizzy and so, so content. “hmm.”
“good girl,” he whispers, starting to carefully lift his hips to meet himself where he pulls you down halfway.
your head lolls back when he grazes something so gloriously good, you feel tears blurring beneath your closed eyelids. “god, baby,” you hic, tightening your fist holding a chunk of his hoodie. you think this is the best he’s fucked you since you’ve been in contact with him since that damn party. you hadn’t known slow could feel this good.
“gonna cum?”
you nod quickly, “mhm.”
he breathes out, “good,” through a whisper. “make a mess . . i wanna feel it.” he holds the lower hem of his hoodie between his teeth to gaze at the way your body slides along his. they flicker up to your torso to admire your flexing tummy as you move and the jiggle of your tits, the sheen of sweat on your neck, your pretty lips wrapped around a soundless ‘o.’ “god, look at you.”
the thread of constraint and self-will is torn up into nothing when his thumb presses into your swollen clit to rub quick circles on it. your moans are nonexistent, all that escapes your lips are tiny squeaks and broken, shuddery gasps as your body fights to curl into itself given the limited space you’re in. you’re not really aware of what’s going on — all you see is a bright screen of white and you feel a lot of . . wetness. “g-g-god!” your nails dig into the skin of his hip as your shaky legs try to close at the knees.
you’re finally aware that eren’s cursing and moaning when you start to come down and that’s when he pushes his hips up and keeps them there while his hot, thick cum starts to pump you full. it’s . . a lot more than usual. it already starts to slowly drip out before he’s even done, and when he is, he lets himself fall into the seat and close his eyes while you both fight for breath.
you feel his cock give a final jerk with the last drop and it makes you break out into a full-body shudder which eren catches. he peels his eyes open slowly, lazily smiles, then looks down at the splatter of your release that squirted all over his lower torso. “takin’ it slow feels good, doesn’t it?”
the fucker was right, but you weren’t anything if you weren’t stubborn. “shut up,” you cut back weakly.
when his finger and cock are pulled free from the inside of you, you’re aware that immediate thick globs start to dribble out of your fluttering pussy. and at the sight of one falling onto his pristine, leather seats, you gasp and hover your hand a few inches below your cunt to somehow catch the rest. “f-fuck, ‘m sorry,” you say softly. “do you have napkins or something? — fuck, it’s a lot this time, eren.”
he has to bend awkwardly around you to open the middle console and pull out a few kleenexes then smacks your hand away when you reach for them to instead clean you up himself. “gettin’ the interior detailed this weekend, anyway,” he murmurs while dipping two fingers inside of you to scoop more out. a pretty smile spreads across his face when your eyes flutter as he does. “don’t worry about it.”
in truth, he cleans you up . . quite nicely, then himself before tossing the dirtied napkins outside on your dorm building’s lot. with the opened door comes a nice rush of cool air that flies in over your heated bodies. “i think i want a plan b,” you sniffle, catching his attention. “just to be safe. that one load felt like fucking five, eren.”
eren, just as irritating as they come, smacks your bare ass with a big grin. “ ‘course it did. ‘m sure you got the tightest, prettiest little pussy on campus, you expect me to hold back?” he shields your small punches with his arms while quietly laughing. “but i’ll take you to the pharmacy, yeah?”
you don’t miss the way his eyes soften up when you pull your leggings back on and slide back inside of the hoodie you wore. “what?”
you were truly stunning in his eyes.
but just as quickly as the look had came, it was gone. “what?” he mocks your voice childishly while sliding back up his sweats and getting out of the car to hop into the driver’s seat.
and just for that, you make sure to climb over his middle console into the passenger’s with a lot more noise and feet than needed.
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— ATTRACTIVE THINGS HE SAYS/DOES
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includes: katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, shoto todoroki
warnings: college!au, black reader obv, suggestive, she/her pronouns used once
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KATSUKI BAKUGOU
you can try to get pouty or sassy with him if you want to, but it is not a game you will win. one thing he likes is checking yo ass (cs he knows you secretly get a kick out of it).
“fix that attitude ‘fore i fix it for you.”
and he does not let you smart mouth him at all. he’s the sassy one, not you babes.
“what’chu say?”
you start trynna cuss at him or give him more attitude? he’ll deadass look to the left, to the right, behind him, then look back at you and be like “oh, you talkin’ to me?”
“ay, watch yo mouth.”
possessive in not a toxic way but still obvious
he cares a lot about your grades and he’ll memorize your classes so if you decide to skip a day or two, he’s texting you making sure you at least did your work
and like y’all are still in highschool, he’ll deadass take your phone if you need to catch up and keep it in his pocket
“uh uh, yer not gettin’ this back until you finish. we clear, baby?”
unconsciously flexes his jaw when he stretches
digs his tongue into his cheek whenever he’s focused and furrows his eyebrows
bakugou manspreading. that’s all.
if he sees someone trying to flirt with you he will deadass laugh in their face
moves you out of the way by grabbing your waist
if he wants you to sit with him he simply pats the spot next to him (or sometimes his lap) and is like “c‘ mere”
if you couldn’t tell, yeah he likes to give orders (☺️)
speaking of orders, knows your food order from every place you like by heart
and is the one who sends your food back if they get your order wrong
“yo, excuse me! yeah send this shit back she didn’t want pickles on her shit.”
he actually talks to older adults very respectfully
as he got older, he matured and his manners towards his professors is definitely one of the things that swept you off your feet
DENKI KAMINARI
he knows damn well when you missed him and loves to be especially affectionate just to have you all shy under his touch and with his words
“hi pretty babyy”
“aww, am i making you nervous?”
“you miss me my princess?”
“you’re real cute, y’know that?”
when you achieve something like learning how to play a game he’s showing you or doing good on an exam he always says things like “see, there you go” “good job, baby ‘m so prouda you”
he’s very attentive to you, he lets you be clingy whenever you want
taps his pencil gently with his fingers or plays with his rings whenever he’s trying to focus hard on something
then when he’s confused he runs his fingers through his hair with furrowed eyebrows and his lips pouted up
always responds with “yes, baby?” whenever you say his name to get his attention
and to make sure he’s not neglecting you all the time when he sits down to play video games he has you either cuddled up in his lap, sitting between his legs on the floor, or laying your head on his lap depending on how he’s sitting
no matter who he’s with always greet you with “hi baby” or “hey babe”, he has absolutely no shame showing affection to you
definitely participate in all those tiktok slideshows where people show off they girlfriends
pulls you into his lap by the waist
<< his morning voice 33
getting to go to the gym with him or at least see him after he goes to the gym is a true blessing bc his messy hair immediately makes him 10x hotter
always hugs you tightly and wraps both arms around your body
and loves hugging you from behind
hypes up every post you make and spams your comments
SHOUTO TODOROKI
when he gets mad it makes you feel all hot, especially because it’s rarely directed at you
his voice. that’s all.
he’s so polite and treats you like the highest human being on earth (as he should)
“are you alright, my love?”
“i’m so sorry my angel, let me make it up to you please.”
“here, i’ll carry that for you love.”
“goodnight my princess, i’ll be dreaming about you.”
he hugs you with his whole body, making sure he can feel every inch of your skin pressed up on his.
and he makes you do it to, pulling you in by your waist flush against his stomach.
makes sure to hold your hand every time he’s walking you somewhere because your safety is a priority to him
always ask before he does things, he hates feeling like he’s making you uncomfortable. “can i kiss you?” “is this okay? “you sure you want to, lovely?”
contrary, to popular belief he’s way too good at eye contact
and then gets confused when you become all flustered even though he’s staring into your eyes as you speak
“what’s wrong? is there something on my face?”
but eventually you admit how nervous it makes you, and he takes note
so now, he especially looks you in your eyes during conversation
“hmm? go ahead sweetheart i’m listenin’.”
whenever he’s studying for an upcoming exam, he leans back more in his seat and when he goes to stretch, his shirt lifts up and reveals his lower stomach
he comes well dressed no matter how bad of a day he’s having or what time he woke up
whenever he walks in a room, trust he got that shit on (because he’s way too rich to be dressed like a fool)
his dorm is always clean: bed’s always made, has a specific shelf for school supplies, etc
him cursing. that's all.
whenever you fall asleep on his chest he holds you tight under his free arm with his hand over your head, just because he wants so bad to protect you
in general tends to be protective
keeps a hand on your waist at events, walks next to the road on the sidewalk and will make sure you dont, puts his hand in front of you if the car stops too hard, all that
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trashmunson · 9 months
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Boyfriend Eddie who is enthusiastic about his love for (going down on) reader, but shy. ((A/N: I’m aware it wasn’t released until 1990 but music makes me creative and it screams Eddie Munson.))
“Is there a song that reminds you of me?”
Your question was innocent, as far as Eddie knew, but the answer he had couldn’t have been further.
Since the moment he’d tasted you, on his own fingers after stroking your clit and fingering you through at least two orgasms before he couldn’t stop himself from indulging. That moment, your cum on his tongue, there’d only been one song he thought of when people asked Eddie about you.
“Tastes so good, makes a grown man cry.” Cherry Pie by Warrant
“No.”
“Nothing, really?” Eddie heard the disappointment and wanted to ease it, would have even if it wasn’t his fault. “Well there’s-“ he’s laughing already, nervous at what he wants to admit and it’s intriguing, obviously. “So there is something.”
“Of course there is but it’s not what you want to be told, sweetheart.”
“Spit it out, babe. Unless it’s a murder confession, I’m sure I’ll like it. Play it, if that’s better.”
“Cherry Pie. The Warrant song. You like it,” he starts humming it, tapping the beat on his legs, then the lyrics.
“She’s my cherry pie
cool drink of water
such a sweet surprise…
tastes so good,
Make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie.”
You look at him, recognizing the song as soon as he started and finding humor in the lyrics he remembered. You recognize it because Eddie is always humming it, listening to it, using his pencil while writing to tap it onto his desk.
“Interesting…” you hum, and Eddie’s in misery at your lack of reaction. “Play it for me?” Pointing to the stereo instead of his guitar on the wall; you have plans for his hands.
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How soon after the record is spinning is Eddie in your arms, between your legs, was pretty spectacular given his usual finesse outside the bedroom. “Can I help with anything?” Blown pupils looking down at you before he’s grinding his teeth when his hips drop to yours. Its habit, dragging your core over the tent in his jeans. He closes his eyes, unable to look at you and prevent himself from cumming in his pants because shit he can feel how hot you already are, probably throbbing for him. He hates to leave his girl uncomfortable, so Eddie takes your hips in his hand, his rings wringing the fabric of your shirt up your hips, wanting to see your skin. Anything he could get with all these clothes on. Keeping the weight of his hips on you, Eddie rocked forward and waited for- there. You gasp, pulling him closer by the shoulders. You’re pinned beneath him, and he’s managed to not only target your clit through all your clothes but is now intent on using it solely to get you off. If solely included the absolute filth that Eddie always talked when you gave him the privilege of letting him touch you. Every day, he thanks every deity he can think of for you. Sometimes, he does it while you’re praising him like a god, and he wonders if it’s blasphemous.
“That feel nice, baby?” You whine and Eddie hums, music to his ears before he’s kissing your throat. Hot breath and nasty words pushing you closer to orgasm.
“I can tell, you’re already whining like you’re ready to cum. Still got all your clothes on, baby. It’s okay, sh… I’ve got you.”
“Eddie…” he’s right, you are whining, but he was on top of you, grinding his cock right into your sex, completely clothed, and he expected anything less?
“Patience, sweetheart, I always take care of you, don’t I?”
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milesandcorysupermacy · 3 months
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miles with a hello kitty partner???
SURE, POOK! Btw I didn't know what miles u were talking abt so I just did 42 because I thought the personality contrast would be cuter, enjoy!
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"YOU LOOK GOOD IN PINK"
42!Miles x Hello-Kitty-Black!Reader
Genre: Sugar, spice, and everything nice 🤩
Warnings: Nun, just super cute!
Summary: Your mom finally let's Miles have a sleepover with you, the two of you participate in some hello kitty activities, but not without some convincing!
Miles has always had a soft spot for you, ever since your first day at Visions. You came in 10 minutes late, (You were trying to figure out how to put your hello kitty claw clip into your braids) and sat in the only chair available, the one next to Miles. Everyone else was so afraid to sit next to him after that incident with his dad, they all treated him like he was a ticking time bomb. Like even the slightest touch or wrong thing said would cause him to go off on anyone or anything. But you, you were different.
You sat down next to him, your triple pink dunks lightly tapping against the floor as you sat down. You turned to your left and saw a brown-skinned boy with braids. He was lightly tapping his pencil on the desk to the steady beat of 'Stay Ready (What A Life)' by Jhené Aiko & Kendrick Lamar. "Hey, I know that song." You gently say, trying to make conversation. The boy looked over at you, starstruck. If anyone else would've said that, he'd roll his eyes without missing a beat. But your pleasant smile with glossed lips, your eyelashes gently fluttering, and your shared music taste drew him in. He gave a flirtatious smile, turned to you, and said... "Really? Well I wanna know sum', what's your name, mama?"
Ever since that day, Miles never left your side. That was something you took notice of, but so did your mom. She never let the two of you have a sleepover, when you asked why she always said the same thing.
"That boy never leaves your side, in 9 months we're all gonna need jobs on the side."
This constantly made you roll your eyes, not every teenage girl is the same! But, no matter what you said, she never thought otherwise. So, you and Miles made a Google Slideshow with reasons why you two should have a sleepover. To your suprise, your mom actually agreed under one condition, it had to be at your house. So, with a little bit of convincing Rio, Miles was making his way over. As you were thinking about what the two of you were gonna do, he texted you.
My Big Baby 💞
Outside, mami.
Ok, coming down rn.
Read
You excitedly hopped out of your hello kitty, pink colored bed sheets. The pink LED lights illuminated your room, making you subconsciously even more excited. You speed walked out of your room, catching your mom's attention.
"Your little friend must be here."
"Mom, he's my boyfriend and has been for 10 months. But, yes he is here!"
You say before clapping excitedly and opening the front door to reveal Miles standing there with a pleasant smile on his face, plus two bouquets of eternal roses. One was a pink and white bouquet that resembles hello kitty, and the other with royal blue and white roses to match your Mother's kitchen.
"Hey."
He said before stepping into your home with you closing the door behind him, wearing the hello kitty slippers that he bought for you to wear around the house. He handed you your bouquet and you squealed excitedly, taking the flowers from his hand.
"Ahhh! Thank you, Miles!"
You say, hugging him tightly. He smiles as you pull him into an embrace, happy with your fulfillment.
"No problem, Cariño."
He walked past you, approaching your mom with the flowers.
"These are for you, Ms. L/N."
He said before handing over the 2nd bouquet to your mother. She took the flowers, but not before a lecture.
"Thank you, Miles. This bribe won't work, you still can't sleep in her bed."
Miles chuckled at that.
"No bribe, just an appreciation gift for allowing me to come over."
He said slyly, giving her his most charming smile. You started walking over to him, intertwining your fingers.
"We're gonna go in my room, mom."
"Ok, I'm ordering pizza."
You and Miles walk into your room, excitedly. He admires your whole room aesthetic.
"Mami, this room is somehow more pink than the last time I saw it."
"Well, atleast it's not depressing like yours."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He said before cooking his head to the side and putting his hands on his hips, something his mom also does a lot.
"Well, mine has color. Your room is just dark purple and black."
You say, also putting your hands on your hips playfully.
"Well, atleast mine doesn't have a cartoon character cult."
He says, before motioning over to your collection of hello kitty plushies and mean mugging you playfully.
"You do, a cult full of random action figures that haven't been opened yet, and just sit on a shelf collecting dust."
"First of all, those are limited edition, collectibles. And you know that, Miss Thang."
He says, holding a finger up and shaking his head side to side sassily. You two burst out into laughter before sitting on your bed. You checked the time and saw it was 6:51 pm. Which reminded you that it was about time to put on the matching pajamas you bought for the two of you.
"OH! Miles?"
"Yes, mama?"
He replied with his arm wrapped around you and tv remote in hand. You stood up, walking over to your dresser, opening your pajama drawer.
"I know you tell me to never buy you anything unless it's your birthday or Christmas, but I saw this and I just had to get it because it was just so cute, plu-"
"Where is this going?"
He said cutting you off, by the way you were trying to convince him he could already tell he wasn't going to like this suprise. You pulled out 2 pink pairs of hello kitty pajamas with kitty's face on them and red hearts. Along with that, there was 2 white shirts with kitty's face on them. Miles looked at the outfits in disgust.
"No."
"C'mon!"
You whined.
"No, there's no way you're gonna make me wear those pink pants right now."
"Fine, then I'll make you wear them later."
Miles opened his mouth to speak, but you decided to respond before he could add a sassy remark.
"Right now, let's do these face masks!"
You say, holding up 2 hello kitty face masks. Smiling, before walking over to him and grabbing his hand. Dragging him into the bathroom with you. Once you two make it into the room, you show him your routine.
"Ok, so first we're going to cleanse our faces, then, we're going to add toner, next a cucumber, hello kitty face mask, next a serum, and finally moisturizer."
"And what exactly is all this stuff gonna do? All I use is cleanser and moisturizer."
"Miles, I love you. But, shut up."
"Yes, ma'am."
He said, before holding his arms up in surrender. You playfully roll your eyes and squirt some cleanser onto both of your hands. You turn on the sink and lather up the cleanser on your hands, Miles does the same. You two lather up your faces and turn off the sink.
"Ok, what'd you say was next? This tone stuff?"
"Yes, Miles. The rosewater toner."
You grabbed the toner and sprayed it 3 times on your face and once on your neck. You began to rub it in with closed eyes. Miles grabs the toner and you hear the sound of the bottle spraying 7 times before you told Miles to stop.
"Miles! That's enough, jeez. That thing was like $28."
"You act like I can buy you another one, I don't care if it was $2,800."
You smirk at his confidence before grabbing the hello kitty masks.
"Ok, grab one!"
You say excitedly, before Miles sighed.
"You're so lucky I love you."
"I am."
You say before kissing his cheek, making him smile. You two take the masks out and he asks a question.
"How long is this supposed to stay on?"
"The label says 15 minutes."
"But it's cold."
He whines.
"Aw, do you want me to put it on you, my big baby?"
You coo.
"Yea."
He says before sitting on the toilet lid. You put your face mask on in the mirror, making sure that it's on right. After yours is on, you make your way over to Miles, straddling his waist before fully taking the mask out the package. You apply it to his face, but not without him squirming.
"Be still."
"It's cold!"
"It won't be in like 2 minutes."
"That's too long!"
You rolled your eyes and finished applying his mask after an extra 30 seconds of him whining.
"You wanna take a photo?"
"Sure, whatever makes you happy, mami."
You pull your phone with a hello kitty case out of your pink legging pocket. You open Instagram and take a picture, adding the caption 'Sleepover day with Bae! @milesdontgaf'.
You two walk into your room and watch an episode of TV to pass the time, guess what show.....Hello kitty! You two watched a 15 minute compilation of season 5 on YouTube. By the time the video was over the two of you walked back into the bathroom to take off the face mask. You told miles to rub the extra serum.
"Now it's time for the Vitamin C serum."
"World's longest skincare routine."
Miles muttered, you slapped his chest.
"Ow."
You applied 4 drops, one to each cheek, one to your neck, and one to your forehead. You did the same to Miles because he whined about not knowing how to do it (🙄). You both applied the moisturizer with SPF 15 and finished in time for dinner. Your mom told you that the pizza was here and you and Miles rushed down the stairs. You saw 2 boxes, one pizza for you and Miles and one pizza for your mom. You two grabbed your pizza, 2 apple juices, thanked your mom, and ran upstairs.
You opened the box to reveal a Hello Kitty shaped pizza. You gasped, squealing from excitement. Miles shook his head smiling at your reaction.
"Miles, baby! Look!"
"I see, mama."
You two ate the pizza and drank your juices while watching hello kitty. Once the two of you finished and threw away the pizza box, you got an idea.
"So, you still don't want to put on those hello kitty pajamas?"
"Y/N, no. I'm not wearing that pink shi-"
You waited outside the bathroom door with your hello kitty pajamas for Miles. You had convinced forced him to put his pajamas on. Once Miles walked out the bathroom, you smiled, hugging him and kissing his cheeks. You were so thankful that he would do anything to make you happy.
"See, you look good in pink!"
"Don't push it."
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Taglist: @we-loveebony, @im-miss-simp
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stuffeddeer · 3 months
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Dazai with an s/o who’s awkward when it comes to affection. They don’t hate it but they aren’t used to it so they don’t know how to react.
oh youre just like me YOURE JUST LIKE ME!!!! i also got a superrr touch adverse reader w super clingy dazai sitting in my drafts rn collecting dust (also the amount of tries this took me is obscene)
i wrote this as like. half a drabble half hcs? hope u enjoy anon :)
Dazai who knows he has no right to be mad, it's not something you can control, so instead he starts scheming 💀
Making you stand in crowded train carts with him just to brush up against his arm (better him than the creepy old guy on the other side, right?)
Speaking of, Dazai begins to adore crowds. Strolling down a busy sidewalk, hands brushing together, bumping into one another ("Sorry! That asshole almost bumped into me..."), pulling you close to his chest when you almost run into someone else, etc. He tries and succeeds with it all!
His scheming actually helps, as you begin to prefer trailing closer and closer to him. You don't want to inconvenience anyone or bump into them! Sticking close behind to Dazai begins to have its advantages (for him, of course). In line to grab coffee? His hand is on your stiffened shoulder to gently maneuver you through the crowds of tired business people and college kids, helping you duck and weave to pick up your order from the side.
"Ooh ooh, sit next to me!"
You hesitate. Maybe you aren't bright enough to realize the whole thing is a scheme, but you've definitely noticed how clingy he's been lately. If you sit next to him during this meeting, he'll for sure try and rub elbows and bump thighs, telling you he forgot his pencil so his hand can brush against yours as he borrows one (has he ever taken notes before?) and that's exactly what happens when you agree.
It works 100% 💀 not only do you prefer being near him, you begin seeking him out! A couple shoulder brushes isn't gonna "fix" your awkwardness towards touch, you still freeze up if anyone else tries to tap you or something of the sort... but now you know what it's like. You have a better idea of how to react when Dazai touches you, and that feels so nice. Hands brushing together becomes hand holding, a simple wave goodbye becomes a quick hug, and next thing you know Dazai is pulling you onto his lap during breaks at the agency. Overwhelming you is the last thing he wants, so when you sit on his lap and rest so close to him, he tries to keep his hands to himself: no enveloping you in his arms and trying to cuddle, but occasional pats on your arm as he bends around to grab something.
He knows when someone is a little uncomfortable or awkward and the last thing he'd want is to make you feel that way! (At least... ADA!Dazai who has befriended you... imagine yan!dazai who keeps pushing your buttons just bc he likes to see you squirm... ugh i hate him) So even though he works to push your boundaries, he makes sure to take it one day at a time :)
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ariaki · 6 months
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spoiling is gojo’s favorite hobby | fluff bc we all need it [f!reader] <3
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Not only is Gojo rich, but he's generous with his money, especially when it comes to you, his girlfriend.
The moment you became Gojo's girlfriend, the first thing Gojo planned was a date to the mall and favorite restaurant, where he *tried* to purchase everything you touched. You denied him every time he took out his credit card to buy you something random, like a pencil you picked up at the store or a kid's toy you found humorous. It was amusing to you because the pen was a fidget toy and clearly for kids, but he was so eager to buy it for you because he wanted to see the smile on your face when you pressed the trigger buttons. The women at the store looked at you as if you were crazy for denying your boyfriend's credit card. At another store Gojo saw you stare at a silly hat for too long. Gojo had his suspicions that you were looking at the hat because it was ugly, but he thought it would be funny to buy it for you as a joke and because there was a slight possibility that you actually liked it and wanted it. You leave the store after not seeing Gojo around. You thought he fled out of the store to sit outside since you were taking so long, but after standing there looking at your unread text for a good ten minutes, you felt a tap on your shoulder, and when you turned around, you saw him with a big, mischievous smile. "What did you buy?" you asked knowingly. You tilted your head and crossed your arms that had shopping bags as bracelets. You gave him your knowing eyes, but he was good at pretending to be oblivious to them. He shook his head before removing one of your arms from your hold to take your hand and hold it. "Nothing, Beautiful wanna eat?" you stare at him a little longer with skepticism and then smile. "Sure," he grinned and kissed your forehead.
At the restaurant, things were a bit more chaotic. Satoru likes it when you are well-fed and satisfied with your food. So when you sat and began looking at the menu, he was quiet, but this was because he was waiting for you to suggest something that tickled your fancy so he could ask you if you wanted it and order it. "These fried mac and cheese balls sound good," you muttered to no one specific. Gojo's heard snaps to you, and his mouth opened, but you were quick to stop him. "No! I don't," you placed a hand on his face. He pouts and takes your hand away. "You're so mean," he stuck his button lip out, " I just wanna feed you," You get those puppy eyes over his glasses that always cause you to fall into his trap.
You feel bad. You've been rejecting all of the offerings and gifts, but you couldn't bear being the person he goes into debt for. You gaze at him and cup his cheeks with both of your hands. You pushed them together and made him have fishlips. "I'm sorry, I just-" you pause while his eyes stare back at you. So big and blue. They were so beautiful it was hard to concentrate. You cleared your throat and closed your eyes to continue. "I'm grateful. Don't take my actions the wrong way, but Gojo, if you buy me everything I want, you will lose all your money," you warned, slowly taking your hands off his cheeks. "So?" you blink at his nonchalant reply. He takes in your confused expression and chuckles. It was his turn to take your face into his hands, and he did but pressed harder to give you extra fish lips. "As long as I see a smile on your face each time I swipe that card, I won't give a crap about the world," his smile was warm and full of love. It caused your stomach to twist. "And baby, my money is infinite," he winks at you before he presses a passionate kiss on your squished lips.
You were left stunned. You blink and quietly swallow while staring at Gojo with wide eyes. You sigh and close your eyes. "Fine, I'll get the fried cheese balls," you patted the menu. Gojo takes it from your hands and corrects you, "Mac and cheese balls, baby~"
He's going to be the death of you.
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sluttyminghao · 1 year
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for every question... j.ww
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✧ pairing: tutor!wonwoo x fem!reader ✧ genre: smut // 18+ ✧ w/c: 1k ✧ warnings: orgasm denial, fingering, mentions of a blowjob, mentions of another denied orgasm, slight bondage themes ✧ synopsis: having wonwoo as your maths tutor was exciting, especially when he rewarded or punished you based on how you answered your questions ✧ a/n: this is just a very short thought I had bc he won't get out of my mind, if you would like a part 2 please let me know i'd be happy to write something!
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"what's the answer to question 4?" wonwoo's soft voice fills the room and you wrack your brain for an answer. you tap your pencil on your lip absentmindedly, not even noticing wonwoo's gaze falling to where the pencil lies, his mind drifting off.
your math teacher had noticed your failing grades and decided to pair you up with wonwoo, the smartest in the class. you had been against the idea at first, seeing as the man in question was extremely reserved and didn't really speak to anyone.
however, when he was alone with you his true personality flourished and you were able to see how cocky and teasing he could really be underneath the layers of reservation. you were beginning to enjoy maths now that he was involved.
he had a very specific tactic that he used with you when he came to tutor on a Wednesday evening. for every question you got right, you received an orgasm. for every question you got wrong, he denied it. so far the tactic had worked well, and you had rarely been denied an orgasm.
but tonight, you were both distracted and it might've just been because wonwoo had come straight from the gym, his tank top exposing his glorious arms that could crush your skull if he pressed hard enough.
"darling, i need an answer," wonwoo chuckles, bringing you out of your train of thought. you feel your cheeks warm as you look down at the question in front of you again, the numbers and letters scrambling into one giant pile of confusion.
"i- i don't know," you mumble, your cheeks growing warmer and you just know that wonwoo is staring at you coldly. he knows you know the answer, but he's not sure if you're just not all there tonight or you have some different motive.
"sure you do, angel, you just need to divide these two numbers, add the second number to this one and-" you cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips, your brain moving a mile a minute and your heart beating as fast as a rabbits.
"wonwoo, i truly don't know the answer, i will just take the denial later on," you smile, and you see a spark in his eyes that you haven't seen for a while. he smirks and places a hand on your upper thigh, squeezing the flesh, but not moving any further.
"alright, let's just move on then, something a little harder for you." he enunciates his sentences by sliding his hand up your thigh a little further, now underneath your skirt and fiddling with the hem of your underwear.
your breath hitches, and you try your best to concentrate on the question at hand. calculus always had you stumped, and this time it was no exception. you stared at the question for a good 5 minutes, before even attempting to try and answer it.
wonwoo keeps a small smile on his face while he watches your body react to his touches. he knows you're trying hard to focus on the task at hand, but he also is aware that you're probably already soaking your panties and he wants to be buried inside you as soon as possible.
he's daring, that's for sure. just when you think you've got an idea on how to answer the question and begin scribbling onto the paper, he slides his slim fingers across the front of your panties and press against the distinct wet patch that has you gasping and spreading your legs.
"stay focused, and don't cum."
his words bounce around in your mind which soon turns to mush as he pushes your panties to the side, the pad of his thumb quickly finding your clit and rubbing slow, teasing circles. your body jolts at the coolness of his fingers, and he has to drape one of his legs over yours to keep your legs open.
he works on your clit for a while, before alternating between running down your slit and back up again, teasing your hole and chuckling when you pulse around nothing. he can see your facade slowly breaking and shifting into one he's grown familiar with, but he wants to see how long it can take you to crack.
"so, do you have an answer yet? remember if you get this one wrong that will be 2 denied orgasms," his voice has dropped an octave and he's taken his teasing further by now pressing a finger inside you, your entrance sucking him in and pulsing rapidly.
"i think s-so, is it 207?" your voice is shaky, you hope you haven't given him the wrong answer, although your mind isn't so worried about it currently when you can feel the pit of your stomach beginning to tighten with an impending orgasm.
he checks over your working out and answers, now sliding a second finger inside you and scissoring you open while you spread your legs and let a moan slip. he glances at you over his glasses and smirks darkly when he comes to the conclusion that you've gotten the answer wrong. again.
"sorry sweetheart, that's two in a row that you've gotten wrong. you know what to do now."
his fingers slip out of you, a strangled whine escaping you as you're once again left clenching around nothing. he watches as you stand and begin removing your clothing piece by piece, until you're standing in front of him stark naked.
he grins and unzips his jeans and removes his hardened cock from them, stroking himself at the sight of you all worked up and dripping onto your thighs. he beckons you over with his eyes, and you drop to your knees in front of him, awaiting his next move.
"so you've had one denied orgasm already, you have one to go. but first, you are gonna suck me off and then maybe I'll consider fucking you until you can't walk. you still won't be able to cum though, so watch your actions."
you nod and extend a hand out to grasp at his cock, but he playfully slaps it away. you tilt your head in confusion, watching as his removes his tie and leans over you, tying your hands behind your back so that they're restricted by the black silk.
"you can only use your mouth, no hands."
boy, was he having your work cut out for you.
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chimielie · 29 days
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cw: reader is a business major. read tags if concerned about canon deviation
kuroo’s schedule this semester is insane.
he’s working part time to cover housing because his roommate dropped out without telling him, he’s taking something like fifty labs all worth half a credit each (only a slight exaggeration), and, worst of all, there’s no time in his day to see you.
he misses you. you’re trying to buck up and not be needy, but he can see it in your eyes, in the way you always fall right into his arms every time you do see each other, like you need to sate your skin-hunger because you don’t know when you’ll see him next. he appreciates your understanding, but… he misses you, too.
he’d set up a fucking chart, made you fill in your weekly schedule, overlapping his, until he found a hole in both.
“it’ll have to be while i do homework,” he’d said, foot tapping anxiously, “is that okay?”
“of course,” you’d given him your easy, sunny smile, and he planted his face in your lap and moved your hand to muss his hair more.
now, he looks over at you fondly, lying on your back spread-eagle in his bed. it’s something you rarely get to do, since he’s usually crammed in it with you. you sleep holding hands, when you stay the night, locked together like sea otters drifting on the waves.
he’s exiled to the desk next to the bed, though, working through reactions of aromatics and sneaking longing glances at your prone form.
“do you wanna—”
“i’m not in chemistry for a reason,” your voice floats up from the bed, though your eyes stay peacefully closed. “do your molecule splitting or whatever yourself.”
“mean,” kuroo says, pushing his chair back and running his hands through his hair. “what if i was gonna say ‘do you wanna cuddle?’”
“mm, you weren’t,” you say. “i said that earlier and you were all, no, babe, i have to finish my lab workbook because the—”
“i know what i said,” he grumbles. “go back to sleep.”
“okay,” you say. “i believe in you. or whatever. good luck.”
“thanks.” he picks up his pencil again for a moment, then tilts his chair back, tipping his head backward, hands braced on the desk. his room is so small he’s almost touching the bed. you tilt your head to the side, eyes opening the slightest bit. “what am i even doing this for?”
“because it’s your passion, honey.” one of your hands rests on your stomach, just beneath the hem of your shirt. that’s where he likes to hold you.
“but you’re gonna be the one making all the money,” he whines. “and all you have to do is make a bunch of supply demand graphs all day.”
“yep,” you say brightly, “but i make those graphs so you can be my stay at home husband someday. so watch your mouth.”
“fine,” he grumbles, righting his chair. “that’s what i’m doing this for. to be your househusband.”
“that’s right,” you say encouragingly. “work hard, tetsurō.”
as he settles back into the flow of his work and your breath eases into the steady rhythm of the sleeping, he looks at you again, now facedown in his pillows, one arm curled around the space where he should be. the melody of a life taking shape rings in his ears; for a second, he can see it. a house with a yard, with a garden, with a kitchen where you kiss his cheek while he cooks dinner and where he spins you after a couple glasses of wine. light suffuses him; he gets back to work.
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