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miss-writes-a-lot · 2 years

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@ozqrowweek day 5 - Sparring (except they don't really spar.)

(be prepared, I'm not good at writing fight scenes)

Pairing: Ozpin/Qrow

Prompt: Sparring

Summary: Ozpin tries to brush up on his fighting skills.

Warning (s): ⚠️ terrible writing, violence, author is not good at writing fight scenes.

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Ozpin often trained down in the bunker during his off time from school. It was rare for him to ever train in public as any sort of demonstration or curiosity for the fear of accidentally revealing his real power in front of people and worse, of hurting them. So, when he found himself with some spare time to slip away from school, he’d wander down into his designated hallway and shake the rust off so he could be prepared when it finally came time to throw down with Salem.

He had his old friend James Ironwood set up some old rust bucket androids and moving targets he had lying around in the early days of Atleisan security prototypes. Many of them were already becoming worse for ware, some down right unusable, but he wasn’t blessed with the ability to invest the school’s money in “personal projects”, so he had to work with what he had.

On one particular Tuesday morning, he was dealing with a particularly finicky android that had already shot several holes in his 2nd favorite turtleneck before he had even changed the settings from last time. His frustrations continued to grow as he realized just how long it had been since he last went down there. The heaps of metal shooting their puny little lazer guns were getting the best of him, burning more holes in his clothing and he was missing the floating targets way too often.

He was getting very sloppy. That wasn’t good.

He cursed himself as he sent a powerful blast towards a line of androids just standing still. He shook his head at the easy win. He could do better than that. He sped past the rest of them as they fired more rounds at him. A black dot sped across the ceiling. Ozpin whipped around and charged his hand up with magic, eyes flickering green and gold. He was determined to at least land this one. He had to get at least one or he wouldn’t be able to look at himself in the mirror for a long while.

He sent a powerful blast. The target exploded into black feathers –

Wait, feathers? Oh – OH SHIT!

Ozpin made a mad dash for the falling bird as the shitty androids continued firing at him. He caught the dazed avain in his arms, admitting one powerful blast and eradicating the old tech in one foul swoop. Ozpin sighed, his attention now fully on the wounded bird who happened to be his lover, Qrow Branwen.

He pressed a hand to his bird boyfriend’s chest, “For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee.”

Qrow’s aura burned a bright red before fading into a much softer hue. He reverted back to his significantly heavier human form. He stumbled back into a wall, steadying them with the back of his heels. Qrow’s head bobbed forward, a dizzy grin on his face. “Howz it hangin’, Ozzy?”

Ozpin frowned. “You do understand I could have seriously injured you or worse, yes?”

“Aw, c’mon! ‘S not that bad! Had worse than this before!”

The silver haired man rolled his eyes, “Can you walk?”

Qrow shrugged, “Probably? But what’s the good of having a pretty boyfriend if he can’t carry you every once in a while?”

Ozpin was unamused. He helped Qrow to his feet, steadying him against his shoulder. “Thanks, hon.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were called back to Signal.”

Qrow scoffed, “They’re fine. The school’ll still be standing when I get back tomorrow. You, on the other hand, might not.”

“What are you talking about?”

Qrow crossed his arms, “You looked pretty pissed there. And from how deep those bags under your eyes are, I’d say you haven’t slept in a good while.”

Ozpin turned his head away. Qrow strolled up to him, cupping his cheek in his hand. “Oz…”

“I’m rusty.” He finally said, “And I’m careless.”

“You’re a little rusty–”

“A little? Qrow, I could barely manage against James’ prototypes, I couldn’t hit a single target — I shot you out of the sky!”

“That part was largely my fault.”

Ozpin shook his head, “I’ve been slacking off too much. If I can’t defeat these stupid pieces of junk, how am I supposed to…to face her?”

Qrow nodded, pulling him into a hug. “Oz, you don’t gotta face her alone.”

“It’s my head she’s after, Qrow. It’s been this way for millennia. And I will be damned if I let you get yourself killed over my fight. I mean, you’re already going on these missions and collecting intel. If I get you anymore involved and she finds you—”

Qrow shushed him, “Hey, hey. It’s okay, Ozzy. I understand. But voluntarily losing sleep ain’t gonna help you beat her this time. And battling with Jimmy’s toys won’t help either.”

“So then, what do you suggest?”

Qrow hummed, looking around the training hall, “What if…we spar together? Like we used to back in the day?”

“What? No, Qrow. I couldn’t–”

“C’mon, Oz. I know it’s been a while and she’s kinda…you know, but she was human once. She doesn’t have metal parts or has set programming or shoot lasers —at least, I don’t think she does — either way, you need an actual person to fight with. Someone fast, cunning, unpredictable, ruggedly handsome even.”

“Qrow…”

“If not me, ask Glynda or Bart– hell, even Port or Jimmy. Just let us help you.”

Ozpin bit the corner of his lip as he entertained the idea. “...Okay.”

“Okay you’ll let me spar with you?”

“Okay as in I will accept your help more often. The sparring is a definite maybe at best.”

“I’ll take it. Now, you need a nap. And some new clothes.” Qrow threw an arm around his shoulder.

Ozpin smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Qrow.”

“Anytime, Oz.”

#rwby #my writing #bri writes #qrow branwen #ozpin #cloqwork #rwby ozpin #professor ozpin #ozqrow week 2022 #ozqrow week #ozqrow #im so bad at planning these out #and at writing #so sorry

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Mission Shenanigans

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings | smut, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

Word count | 2385

Summary | while on a mission undercover, you and Bucky are forced to share a bed. Very dirty things ensue

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"If we're just pretending to be a couple, why do we have to actually sleep in the same bed? Do you really think they're going to break in and catch on of us sleeping on the sofa?" You scoffed, hands perched on your hips and as shook your head at the super soldier in front of you.

"Maybe." Bucky smirked, his answer short but almost full of a lingering promise of more. You rolled your eyes at him, itching to slap that cocky smirk off his face and also maybe accidentally let his cock slip into your mouth whilst doing so. Oops.

You couldn't help it, really. I mean, Bucky is gorgeous. He truly is a specimen, all muscles and cocky smirks and metal arms. Oh and the metal arm? You were dying to know how the metal felt against your skin, against your lips - your lower lips-

"You there doll?" You were grabbed from your little train of thoughts (sinful thoughts at that) by the man in front of you snapping his fingers in your face.

"S-sorry. Lost in thought. What were you saying?" You stuttered, cheeks flushing pink as you averted your gaze to a vase on the table that suddenly became awfully captivating.

"I said that we should go out and get some wood for the fire before it gets dark." Bucky drawled, rolling his eyes now when you hummed in agreement whilst nodding absent-mindedly.

You were on a mission to get some info on a potential lead on a rising HYDRA group in southern France. You were in a cabin like area near some forest that almost seemed out of place, posing as a young couple that was newly wed and wanted a honey moon abroad. So far you pulled off the part perfectly, playing the most stereotypically-American tourists in Europe you could be. You got overly excited at the smallest things, told everyone you spoke to that you adored their accent, insisted on eating at French restaurants only, and local ones of course.

It was the perfect ploy - the only downfall being Bucky's metal arm causing him to stick out like a sore-thumb. So the super soldier has been miserable in public, roasting in the summer sun whilst clad in leather gloves and long-sleeve shirts.

What you had failed to mention to him that the sight of droplets of sweat collecting along his brow and sliding slowly down his neck got you all hot and bothered. So hot and bothered, in fact, that you found yourself desperate to stick your hand between your legs to quell the growing ache blossoming there.

But you couldn't because Bucky was insisting that you both share a bed. Originally, you had just planned on taking the sofa in the other room and get yourself off but that plans obviously gone out the window.

"Right, well. We should go now." Bucky said, cutting through the awkward silence that had settled comfortably between you two. He grabbed your arm, tugging you out the small cabin and towards the woods.

So, three hours later, you found yourself full of food, groaning with the amount to had consumed. Chewing your last bite, you set your cutlery down on you plate, which was almost immediately swiped by Bucky.

"With cooking like that, you've just become my most dangerous friend, Barnes." You chided, a smile finding your face when he chuckled softly, the edges of his eyes crinkling adorably. He set your plate with his in the sink, turning on the water and drizzling some dish soap into the basin. He sipped his hands quickly on a towel before discarding it on the work surface and turning to face you.

"Well, I'm glad you liked it, doll." He smiled, arms crossing over his chest. With the hot summer heat, he'd changed into a tank top almost the second you entered the cabin, so his bulging bicep was on display as well as that metal arm that you adored. His hair was thrown into a bun at the back of his head, a few framing pieces fallen out around his face and it made him look beautiful.

"I'm gonna go shower whilst you clean up." You suddenly announced, pushing up from your chair and bursting from the room. You walked swiftly down the hall, into the bedroom to grab a towel before you were entering the adjoining bathroom.

You moaned as the warm water soothed your aching muscles, the steam clouding up the bathroom as you hummed the song that'd been stuck in your head for god knows how long. Taking a deep sigh, you massaged the shampoo into your hair, the feeling of your nails scraping against your scalp a welcome one.

After washing the suds from your hair and wiping down your body with a sponge and some lemon scented soap, you shut the water off and pulled back the curtain of the shower. Careful not to trip as you stepped out of the tub, you grabbed the fluffy white towel sat waiting for you on the counter and patted your hair until it was only damp, before drying off your body. You wrapped the cloth around you, holding it up just above your breast, clutching it there so I didn't fall down as you tiptoed back into the bedroom.

The door whined is I opened, the handle banging against the wall as you crept into the room.

"Hey, doll." Bucky smirked, lounging on the bed and resting in his palms. Your eyes bugged out of your skull, you jumped slightly, the shock of seeing him there shirtless and with sweatpants handing loose over his hips caused your grip on the towel to stop long enough for it to fall. Bucky smoothed his tongue of his lip, biting down on it as his eyes roamed your body.

You were still in shock, not moving from where you stood, towel bundled at your feet and arms awkwardly by your sides. Bucky whistled, slowly standing and taking a few strides so he was stood in front of you.

"You look even better than I thought you would." He mumbled, licking his lips again before his hands found purchase on your hips. His eyes were searching you, blue edges fading as black lust petered out from his pupils. Your breathing was heavy, mind foggy but all you could comprehend was the half-naked super soldier stood in front of your naked form, hands - one comfortingly warm one chillingly cold - resting on the bare skin of your hips.

And I just made you needy and slick with want. And that had to be the cause of the words that found themselves upon your lips. Your eyes flickered between his and his lips - his soft, plump pink lips - that were just begging you to kiss them.

"If you don't kiss me in the next three second I'm going to scream." You murmured and he breathed a laugh through his nose before his lips crashed to yours in a lustful, earth-shattering kiss. Bucky's hands travelled over your sides, squeezing your waist before going higher until one wrapped around your neck possessively, using the grip he had to walk you back until your back came into contact with the door you had entered from, his metal hand bracing against the wood for support.

Your moan let him know it was exactly what you wanted and Bucky tightened his grip slightly on your neck, a gentle squeeze to test the waters that had you groaning against his lips. He tilted his head to the side, feeling the kiss even further. It was a dirty, messy, sloppy thing - all teeth and tongue and unadulterated desire. When his lips finally left yours, they trailed down your neck, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses over your throat and your collar bone. A hand found it's way between your quaking legs, finding nothing by slick and slippery skin as the tips brushed through the collecting wetness at the apex of your thighs. He groaned at the feeling, letting his digits dance through the liquid before one was slipping into your quivering hole.

"Bucky!" You gasped, hands reaching up, grabbing and clawing at his shoulders for purchase as his thumb connected with your little bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked violently into his hand, a low and rumbling chuckle falling from those perfect, pink lips. Another finger entered you, both of them curling - curling just right, hitting that spot deep within you.

You came with a cry and shaky legs, your body falling limply into Bucky's as he retracted his fingers, revelling in the wanton look in your eyes as he licked them clean.

"Delicious." He hummed, pulling off his fingers with a pop. Before you could protest, the brunet had scooped you into his arms, hoisting up up with his hands under your ass - groping and squeezing as he pinned you to the wall with his hips. Your arms were wrapped around his neck by now, fingers tangling into his long, brown hair as his lips never left your skin.

"Fuck, Bucky, please." You begged, but you weren't really sure what you were asking for.

"You want me to fuck you?" He whispered in your ear, a moan slipping past your lips. "You want me to fuck you in the middle of a mission like a whore?" He husked and you moaned even louder - knowing the word should offend you but it did anything but, the combined sensation of his hot breath fanning over your cheeks, his prominent bulge pressed to your folds and his hands resting on your bare sides overwhelming your senses. His hands moved down, fumbling with the drawstring on his sweats before he was pulling away slightly, pushing them and his boxers down his legs eagerly. You brought a hand down too, letting your fingers trail over his abs before you were marvelling at his cock - hard and leaking, red tip curved up against his stomach - which was now smeared with Previn that you were desperate to lick off. But he wouldn't let you from his grasp.

Instead, you both let out a moan when your small hand wrapped around Bucky's cock, Bucky shivering slightly at the coldness of you palm. He kissed you again hard, tongue smoothing over your lips before it was pushing its way into your mouth, tangling with yours and stroking over the muscle in languid strokes. You fisted his hair, relishing in the groan he let out as you tugged. You smiled into the kiss at his reaction, but pulled away to squeal his thumb flitted over your clit again.

Bucky moaned when his tip ran through your wetness, hand wrapping around his length as he lined himself up with your core. Bucky leant in, pecking your lips.

"Ready?" He mumbled and you moaned his name, letting out a loud moan when he sheathed himself inside of you in one sharp thrust.

"Fuck, Bucky!" You moaned and he let his thumb rest on your clit, teasing circles rubbed over it making the knot in your stomach forms already, blue eyes now turned black as he looked into yours.

"I want you to come around my cock, pretty girl" He murmured, forehead resting against your as he begun to thrust. Your hands clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin only spurring Bucky on as his pace became slow but strong, knocking the air out of your lungs with every thrust. His breath was hot on your cheeks, eyes keeping yours prisoner and a small layer of sweat coated your faces.

The whole scene was erotic, so it only pushed your further to the edge when he began moaning and groaning, your own sounds vibrating around the room. Your fingers traced over the scars littering his shoulder, before clinging to the cool metal and moaning out at the contrast against your flushed and hot skin.

"Good girl." He moaned, the praise sending a new wave of wetness tumbling down to your core, his cock pushing in and out of you effortlessly now with how much lubrication you were supplying. Bucky's hand moved from the door, fingers wrapping a round your throat again and pushing your head back against the wood.

"This pussy's gonna make me cum so hard, sweetheart, so fuckin' hard." He mumbled into the skin of your neck, dropping his head to nip and suck at your jaw line. You knew there'd be marks there tomorrow, but you couldn't care less in that moment as your walls began to clamp down on his in a vice grip.

"C'mon, cum for me. I can feel how close you are." Bucky moaned and your mouth dropped open into a silent scream, eyes rolling back into your skull, his pace picking up as he tried to push you to your release.

When you came it was a mind-shattering orgasm, eyes rolling back and hips bucking, stomach tight and legs shaking around his waist.

"There we go, good girl." Bucky groaned, chasing his own release now as he used you for his own pleasure. "Shit, y/n." He moaned, stilling his hips as a final thrust sent him over the edge, cumming in you in hot spurts.

Your breaths mingled, the smell of sex invading your senses as you head dropped forward to lean against Bucky's shoulder.

"Fucking hell, Buck, that was-" you panted.

"Amazing? The best sex of your life?" He supplied, hand massaging your hip as you both calmed down.

"Something like that." You giggled. He chuckled too, and you gasped as he felt him thrust shallowly into you again. How was he already hard again? You figured that the serum must have affected everything. You groaned, and Bucky smirked down at you.

"Ready for round two?" He asked, walking with you in his grasp over to the bed.

"If anyone does break in tonight, they're in for one hell of a show." You smiled weakly, Bucky dropping you into the sheets and crawling over you.

"They sure are, Doll."

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mycrofts-gunbrella · 3 years

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Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Part Nine (Mycroft Holmes x Reader) SMUT

I am SO sorry for such a big delay between chapters! I’ve just had terrible writer’s block and my mental health has been.. challenging, to say the least! But here’s chapter nine! Sorry if Myc is a little out of character, I didn’t really know how else to write it! This is a shorter chapter but the next few should be longer! And expect some more emotional chapters coming up for when Mycroft finally talks to his parents about Eurus!

Word Count- 3766

Mycroft wasn't entirely sure how long after you had fallen asleep that he had followed suit. He hadn't been planning on falling asleep at all, really; he was rather content simply laying there and thinking over in his mind how he had ended up in this position at all. It was a strange feeling still, feeling the weight of you in his arms, the feeling of your hands bunching in his jumper as though he were your lifeline, the light feeling of your breath skimming the skin of his neck. Strange, and yet welcoming. He was beginning to question why he had never tried harder in seeking this kind of thing out before, but he knew the thought was futile. He wasn't entirely sure he'd have ever wanted to be in this position with anybody else, as cheesy and cliché as he had sounded. He had a reputation to upkeep, an entire persona behind his Iceman nickname, and yet he felt entirely at ease, thawed, if you will, with you.

He had opened his eyes to find his head resting slightly atop yours, facing towards the television that had long since surpassed standby mode and instead remained a dark black. Mycroft couldn't help but focus on the reflection that he could see in its screen, the image of the pair of you laying embraced on the sofa, his hand resting so casually at your back that it could be mistaken for a position that had been practiced for years rather than only a few days. It was nice, he had decided. Nice that things had ended up this way, even if it had taken so many years to get this far. In both his mind and your own, it had honestly felt as though you had been together for far longer; as though it was some unspoken decision between the pair of you that neither of you would take the step to start the relationship, and yet made yourself unavailable for anybody else, cancelled plans to be with the other, enjoyed more meals together than apart. Though of course this was far easier on Mycroft's end, not exactly having many other social dependencies, and a lack of opportunities for such things with other people. Still, he had remained inwardly thankful that you had adhered to the same ideas.

In his own way, he was glad that it had taken as long as it did. It allowed for him to truly know you, far more than any information on a file could give. It let him introduce himself to you properly, allowed for you to truly get to know him, for him to feel comfortable enough around you to lower his walls and drop his public, heartless politician façade. Not that he had much choice in the latter part. You knew from day dot that it was, as you delightfully put, "a load of old bollocks." Though you never once taunted him for it, not really, at least not in a bad way. You just enjoyed teasing from time to time. Mycroft Holmes had always been the kind of man to laugh at the idea of things as trivial as fate, the whole 'being at the right place at the right time', or even luck, always claiming that every event was purely cause and effect. And yet, he found his ever so brilliant mind allowing himself to, for once, divulge into the prospects of it, liking the idea that perhaps the Universe wasn't always so cruel. And with this rarely optimistic thought in mind, Mycroft once again found his arm tightening slightly around you and allowed his eyes to close- not to sleep, but to take up the rare opportunity in his usually hectic life to just relax.

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Only 15 or so minutes had passed since Mycroft had woken up before you began to stir slightly, the hand that was fisted into his jumper moved and instead wound beneath his arm, holding at his shoulder blade and pulling yourself impossibly closer to him, your leg twisting slightly and angling your hip to brush against Mycroft's crotch with just enough pressure to make him gasp. Mycroft had blinked slowly, trying to register the sensation while simultaneously trying to ignore it. He had felt his body stiffen, which had clearly been unwelcome to your sleeping form. You had turned once again, other hand circling his neck and tugging closer, pressing against him once more and humming at the warmth. Mycroft coughed rather loudly, face burning, eyes wide, utterly mortified and, quite frankly, half hard.

He was truly embarrassed, his body reacting in such a juvenile way from the slightest of touch. He cursed himself for his lack of control and placed his atheism aside to pray to God that it would just go away. It's not that Mycroft had never paid that part of his body any attention- he was human after all- but with his usually busy work schedule, and then the Eurus mishap, and of course having you in his home, he hadn't allowed himself to.. indulge.. so to speak. So clearly the smallest hint of friction was enough to turn him into a teenager again. He had also noticed that in your movements the hem of your shirt had lifted just enough that Mycroft's hand was now resting against bare skin and he swallowed thickly.

Mycroft had, of course, contemplated the idea of sex- in any form- in his past. It was in college that he had noticed his peers coming into school with hickeys on their necks, conversed between each other of their sexual encounters, parading body counts, and in University where he had found himself accidentally walking in on far too many students going at it in various cupboards and empty classrooms. He had taken a brief interest but soon let it die down when he had never found anybody interested in him, nor anybody he was interested in. Of course with his occupation and links there had always been the option to fulfil such desires with the security of utmost privacy, but Mycroft had never been keen on the idea of paying for sex. So that, of course, left him in the position of being completely sexually inexperienced, which had never bothered him or caused him any embarrassment until this very moment.

When allowing himself to enter the relationship with you, Mycroft of course suspected that sex would be on the cards at some point, but he had hoped it wouldn't be the result of basic instinct like this. Previously, the idea of being that intimate with you had been an exciting prospect, but now all that was left was embarrassment of his history, and insecurity of his body.

"God, how long have we been out? I feel incredible." You muttered against his skin, not making any effort to move away from the cocoon of warmth that Mycroft was providing. You hummed appreciatively at the feeling of the elder Holmes' hand on your back and the heartbeat that you felt under the fingers on his chest. Only the heartbeat was significantly increased since before you had fallen asleep. "Myc? You okay?" Now you did move, angling your neck to look at the flushed features of the man you were lying next to. Mycroft coughed and nodded weakly, making any slight attempt to angle his pelvis away from you. "If you're sure..? Was I being too clingy? Honestly, you can tell me and I'll stop hanging on you like a baby monkey." You heard a quiet 'no' and smiled. "Okay good, because I REALLY like the cuddling." You shuffled in a little closer and continued. "And, please don't shove me off, I think you like it too because you didn't let me fall and yo- Oh!" Your fidgeting had allowed your thigh to once again rub against Mycroft's erection and he hissed slightly.

"Y/N I can only offer my utmost apologies for reacting in such a callow manner." He stuttered out, making every attempt to wriggle his way from your grip with the idea of making a beeline for the door.

"You don't need to apologise, Mycroft. If anything, I should apologise for uh.. friction? Or perhaps Da Vinci should apologise for discovering friction in the first place?" You breathed a small laugh but Mycroft only remained stiff and uncomfortable. You manoeuvred yourself until you'd both sat up, you sideways slightly with your legs resting across Mycroft's lap and covering him. "Sorry, I tried to make a sciency joke to make you laugh. It was just my way of saying that you're okay and that you shouldn't be embarrassed. If anything, I'm flattered." You laughed slightly again and Mycroft's shoulders slightly relaxed. "Christ, I could, that's if you want to and please do not feel pressured, I could.. help. If you wanted to?" His eyes widened dramatically, brows raising to his hairline while his jaw comically opened slightly in shock.

"I don't.. that is.. you don't have..I-" In a rare moment of time, Mycroft found himself lost for words and an appropriate reaction.

"Don't worry, just forget about it. We don't have to do anything like that until you're ready.. If you're ever ready, that is.. If you don't.. do that.. kinda stuff, that's fine too." And now you were propositioning that you were willing to forego any kind of sexual activity should Mycroft never want it? Why? You answered his unspoken question with a chuckle. "I mean, I've gone 5 years without it, what's the rest of our lives?" Mycroft closed his eyes and took a breath.

"No. It's not that I don't.. want to.. I just.. I, well.. I'm a very busy man and I always have been so.."

"Mycroft, quite frankly I couldn't care less whether you've done anything with a hundred women or none at all. If anything, I find it kinda hot that you haven't. And even more hot if I were the one to change that." He nodded slowly and you smiled back at him. "Is that a yes? Because it doesn't have to be if you don't want it to be. We have all the time in the world."

"Yes."

"Okay. Just promise me you'll tell me if you want to stop." He nodded again. "Promise me, Myc."

"I.. I promise."

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You raised your hand slowly to brush against his face before leaning in and pressing your lips against his. Mycroft sighed in content as you let your thumb graze his cheekbone. Shifting position, you moved your knees to either side of his thighs, straddling him slightly but with your weight resting above his knees, your other hand circling to hold the back of his neck.

"This okay?"

"Mmm." You let your lips travel along his jawbone, nipping slightly at skin and smirking in triumph at the tiny gasps leaving the politician's mouth. Running your hands from his neck down his chest, tugging slightly at the thick jumper in silent plea. Mycroft raised his arms slightly, giving you the access to lift it and chuck it at the side. Wincing, you watched as it knocked the half cup of cold coffee you left on the side, the brown liquid splashing from its porcelain confinements onto the burgundy cotton.

"Please don't tell me that jumper's some four-figured item hand crafted by only the finest of maids in a remote Peruvian town.." Mycroft took his focus back and grimaced.

"Five, and Venezuelan." You stiffened and gulped slightly. "I'm kidding, it's only from M&S." A dazed grin on his face, hands squeezing ever so slightly at your hips. The back of your hand slapped his chest as you relaxed again, breathing out a laugh.

"You are a very cruel man, Mr Holmes." Head lowering to kiss at his neck once more. "You're bloody lucky that you're pretty." His low chuckle was cut off with a deep hum as you bit softly at his collarbone. You dragged your hands down again, fingering at the top buttons on Mycroft's shirt, and not missing how his body became tight. "We don't have to take it off if you don't want to." Relaxed once more. "Can I just undo a few? You'll be more comfortable I reckon without being strangled by a shirt collar." He nodded once. And then again when you double checked. And once more with a small 'yes' when you really wanted to make sure. Taking it slowly, you opened the top three buttons; two to give Mycroft's neck more breathing space, and the other to give your hand enough space to explore the new area of skin- fingers brushing over the top of his chest, auburn chest hair tickling between your digits. You kissed him again, tongue running ever so slightly across his bottom lip; relishing at the small whimper as you pulled away. Myc let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding when your palm dragged down from his chest and to the front of his trousers, applying the slightest bit of pressure as you rubbed slowly. You looked up once more to make sure you weren't taking things too quickly, E/C meeting the tiniest speck of blue that hadn't been hidden from his blown pupils.

"Please?" His voice was barely a whisper, and you were sure you wouldn't have heard it if you hadn't been as close to him as you are now. You tugged at his belt and threw it with the caffeine infused sweatshirt, popping the button of his trousers open and lowering the zip. Mycroft threw his head back against the sofa cushions as you reached in and began to stroke him slowly, your lips latching onto the much better exposed neck. You experimentally gave a twist of your hand each time you reached the head, thumb brushing over the pre-cum that had formed at the tip and using it to slick up your hand- the elder Holmes let out a low moan from his throat, fingers digging into your hips so tightly that you wouldn't be surprised if they left small bruises. Not that you minded, anyway. Hearing Mycroft make those noises under your touch was exhilarating, and knowing you were the first to do such a thing only spurred the excitement on more. You could feel his thighs tighten beneath you, his breathing become slightly more ragged. You hadn't expected him to have lasted long, and you began to recognise the warning signs. Removing your hand completely, you couldn't help but send Mycroft an apologetic smile at the look of disappointment in his face.

"Look, I've already ruined a jumper and I'll be damned if I'm the cause of ruining your trousers too- which are certainly not from Marks and Sparks." You shimmied yourself back until you could feel the plush rug beneath your feet, dropping yourself until you were on your knees between his open legs. You could see in his eyes how he wanted to protest, or make some explanation on how it's unsanitary, but Mycroft's sheer need fed by his curiosity won over and he closed his eyes in waiting, regaining slight control over his breath before choking on it as you slowly ran your tongue from the base of his shaft to the head. "Unless you want me to stop?"

"Good God, no." His voice raised, making you grin as you took him into your mouth completely, head bobbing in a steady rhythm with your hand that pumped what you couldn't reach. Mycroft was certainly larger than any man you had been with before; his long slender cock suiting his form perfectly. You hummed as you imagined later sexual encounters with him- him filling you completely at last- and he writhed as the vibrations ran straight through him. Without a warning, you removed your hand and took him into your mouth completely, sucking and licking against the long vein that ran on the underside of his erection. Myc's hands instinctively shot to your hair as he felt the warmth build in his stomach, quickly cumming with a shout as you hummed around him once more. You pulled off him slowly with an audible 'pop', trying not to overstimulate while he was still sensitive, and tucked him back into his trousers. He tried to balance his breathing, removing his hands from your hair and running them through his own. Standing back up, you glanced over his form- his hair absolutely wild, shirt unbuttoned sligthly, red hairs poking between the fabric from a heaving chest, mouth still slightly open as he breathed, cheeks flushed immensely. God he looked gorgeous.

"Was that.. uh. Good?" You inwardly cringed at your words. Christ woman, you just blew him, not given him a cake. Uncharacteristically for Mycroft, his pale hand reached over to cup your cheek, bringing your lips to his in a sweet kiss; his tongue experimentally running across your bottom lip before pulling away. "Right, okay. That answered my question on where you stand on kissing after. With you sat there looking all messed up and sexy I was about ready to run and brush my teeth to kiss you again."

"Apologies.. I found myself.. curious."

"You bloody pervert." You winked, leaning to kiss him again. "So you'll kiss me after.. after.." You tried to think of a word that wouldn't sound overly vulgar to the man who had swallowed several dictionaries in several different languages.

"Fellatio?"

"Christ on a bike, Mycroft if you call it that I'll never do it again." The pair of you laughed like a pair of idiots for a moment before you continued on. "Anyway.. You'll kiss me after I do that and deem it 'curiosity', but I dip my chip in a milkshake and that's considered 'improper'? I'm starting to think you make up these rules to best suit you."

"Well, one should indulge in the odd act of impropriety sometimes, else I fear we'd go insane."

"So you WILL dip a chip in the milkshake next time?"

"Oh God, no. I'd rather snack on one of Sherlock's experiments." You both laughed again before silence took over, Mycroft's brain whirring as he tried to both comprehend what had happened, and work out the appropriate way to go on.

"You know, there isn't any written etiquette on how to behave after your partner blows you on the sofa." A raised eyebrow in response. "I am not calling it fellatio.." You reached over and grabbed the tv remote, flicking it back on.

"And you said you couldn't read minds.." As the screen began to power on, you heard a small chuckle from beside you.

"What?"

"No it's nothing. Just ignore me." He bit down onto two fingers slightly to compose himself; the composure being short-lived as he started off again. You tilted your head at him, urging him to speak about what had suddenly crossed his mind.

"Sorry I was just thinking about this morning."

"Bernice? Bit of a weird thing for your mind to flitter to right now, isn't it? Maybe I should be concerned you'll sack me off for her; one bit of action and you're planning to wed the nympho." You teased, loading britbox back up with the intention of continuing your filmathon- a word you used and Myc hated.. so you used it more.

"Before that. What you said this morning, after I heard you wince and ask-"

"Head.. And I said 'who knows what the day will bring'." You snickered into your hand and slouched back, resting slightly aside Mycroft's shoulder. "Speaking of that.. I do hope you're aware that I don't typically do that after only dating somebody for little less than a week."

"Usually wait two, do you?" You slapped his arm.

"Cheeky prick, I'm being serious! I don't want to make it all mushy and awkward so I'll say it, you don't respond and then we'll start up Carry On Camping. Deal?" He nodded his head slightly, bowing it towards you in gesture to continue. "Doing.. that.. and you letting me, it meant a lot. Which probably sounds weird for what it was but, and don't let this over stroke your ego, I don't feel like we've only been together a week. It just feels like we've been together for years with a random rule of celibacy that an innocent nap on the sofa broke. So.. there. I dunno.. I'm just.. proud of you? For taking that step with me.. and I'm massively looking forward to a few steps time when I can get your kit off." You coughed the last sentence with a laugh. True to his agreement, Mycroft didn't say a word. You played the next film and grinned when you felt a long arm wrap behind your back, tugging you to his form gently before warm lips pressed against your temple.

From an outside perspective, your little speech would likely seem a tad bizarre but you knew it probably meant a lot to Mycroft- the kiss on your head solidifying that fact. So you were more than willing to spurt a few awkward sentences for the sake of his reassurance; pleased that it was received well and not like some 'well done for trying' certificate you'd get in primary school for coming 6th in the sack race.

"Ooh this one has Babs in it, doesn't it? God I loved Barbara Windsor."

"Mmm. I met Dame Barbara once, a fair few years ago now. She truly was wonderful." Mycroft praised.

"Of course you met her, her last name's Windsor. You'd do anything to get to anything related to The Queen."

"Dame Barbara's surname was actually Deeks. She changed it to Windsor, inspired by Her Majesty, in 1954 following her role in 'The Belles of St Trinian's."

"Mycroft, sweetheart, I was joking. You told me you'd met her when she was given her title. I was a Barbara fangirl, I know." You twisted and pecked him on the cheek, not even noticing the petname that certainly didn't fall on deaf ears from Myc. The side of his mouth flicked up in a small smile; his hand squeezing slightly on your hip before he leaned over and spoke quietly.

"Thank you."

"What fo-"

"Shhh, film's starting." And with that, the pair of you settled into a comfortable silence, being broken only every now and then with your laughter as you watched the telly. Mycroft's smiles and light hearted reactions came from watching you much more than the film, but he didn't think you noticed. Or if you did, you didn't say a word.

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elysianslove · 3 years

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Hey I really love your writing, love how you describe each character. Is it ok if I request some Suna smut in a pool?? I saw a tiktok about it and I think you’d be the best person for it

Here’s the link:

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSGc7yax/

Even if you can’t write, I hope you enjoy the tiktok✨

i’m so honored ty so much for this request!! i hope you like this!!! also omg watching the tiktok i was like hm okay suna, neon pool that’s hot, osamu, kitchen sex great, and then it was kita and a FARM???? bdshjdbskjd

anyways! warnings; unprotected semi-public sex under the cut, they fuck in a pool basically, some praise too, probably some mistakes im sorry dbshdk

━ the floor’s tiles feel cold against the skin of your forearms as you lean forward towards the edge of the pool, folding your arms and resting your cheek in the crook of your elbow. your lower body sways slightly from the ripple of waves you’d made swimming over here, until it gently calms, lulling you with a sigh. with the dim lighting of the room, and the calm, fluorescent, pink light illuminating from within the pool’s walls itself, you find yourself slowly dozing off, your breathing steadily evening out, the cold water long since heated to your body’s accommodation.

“don’t go fallin’ asleep on me now.” the voice is clearer, and closer, than you’d expected, and when you lift your head and tilt it slightly, you’re greeted with your boyfriend’s sultry smile. his arms are quick at finding their way around your middle, and he ducks down, pressing his face into the damp crook of your neck.

you sigh, lifting yourself up away from the edge, leaning more into his touch as the simple ghost of his lips turns into timid, gentle kisses. humming appreciatively, you lift an arm up, towards the messy, wet strands of his hair, carding your fingers generously through them, tugging lightly, just the way he likes it. “you feel so nice like this,” you confess in a low voice, and the light kisses he trails along your neck and shoulder cease for a moment, before you hear him sigh deeply.

“you can’t jus’ say things like that,” he groans.

you laugh, mindful of the way his arms tighten around you. “like what?” you tease. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

instead of replying, suna hotly presses his mouth near your pulse point, before he starts to kiss and suck. you’ve always known of his infatuation with your neck, with the way he’d constantly bury his face there, marking you purple and blue for everyone else to see. you don’t think it’s as much of a possessive thing as it is a mere fetish, but it satisfies him all the same.

he continues kiss along your neck, occasionally grazing his teeth along your skin, while his hands daringly travel up higher and higher. you’re in a rather revealing bathing suit, leaving little to imagination, and his appreciation of it is confirmed when he cups your breasts, his large hands squeezing roughly and tugging slightly.

“rin, not here,” you have half a mind to say, because you’re not exactly in the most private location, and while there exist no security cameras in the pool area of the hotel you’re in, you don’t hold the key to the lock, and there’s always the chance of getting caught. “someone could walk in.”

“let them,” he quickly retorts, his voice gruffer. his relentless tugging at the top half of your bathing suit has already halfway slipped it off, the strings of it no match for his desire for you.

“we’ll make a mess,” you reason, but even you are succumbing to his touches. “we always make a mess.” your nipples are freed from the wet suit as he gives it one last harsh tug, and the strings pull at your neck, falling away off your shoulders, and he tosses it carelessly aside outside of the pool. you flinch and gasp in sensitivity as the cold water of the pool hits your nipples, hardening the buds considerably.

his fingers are quick to pinch at them, rolling them dexterously between his thumb and pointer finger as he whispers against your ear, “then i’ll just have to cum inside of you.” you bite at your tongue to prevent the moan that builds at your throat, muffling it barely as he adds, “you’ll be a good girl ‘n keep it all in, yeah?”

his mouth resumes its work on your neck as you finally relax in his hold, leaning your head back and giving him more access to your throat. your back arches into his touch as he pinches and tugs and squeezes at your nipples and breasts. “my baby’s got the prettiest tits, hm?” he says, urging you to arch your back further as he tugs harshly at your nipples, pulling his fingers away from your body and forcing you to lean forward so you’re not in too much pain.

“please, rin,” you moan. “be quick.”

you hear him grunt, and a few seconds later, his hands leave your breasts. you don’t get to mourn the loss for long, but a whine still leaves your lips as his hands slip to your waist. he thumbs at the lower half of your bathing suit, fingers slipping past the boundary. “i’ve always wanted to do this with you,” he admits to you, his fingers slipping further until they meet the heat of your cunt. your gasping moans urge his fingers further, until he’s slipping one inside of you, eased by your wetness. “seems like you feel the same,” he teases, and you sigh in annoyance, gritting your teeth.

you’re unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips in time with the slow thrust of his finger. he leaves you a panting mess, breasts softly bouncing among the water, causing gentle waves every time you rock back into him. he adds another finger, curling it deftly inside of you that he has your gasps turning into breathless squeals.

“fuck this,” you hear him say, impatience evident in his tone as he pulls his fingers out of you, forcing you to slump forward. you’re shivering from both the cold hair that nips at your skin, and the overwhelming desired state he’s left you in. your hands grip the edge of the pool, and you arch your back, pushing your ass closer to him.

his hands meet your skin again, and he quickly grips the waistline of your bathing suit, tugging it down your legs. you do the rest of the work, urging it lower and slipping one foot out until it rests at one ankle. “move up,” he asks of you, and you comply, shifting forward, closer to the edge of the pool, until the hands on your waist grip you to keep you steady. he has you where he wants you, your breasts barely grazing the top of the water, leaving your body tight and trembling.

“rin,” you warn. “rin, come on.”

to prove your point, you push your hips out again, desperate for his touch, and he laughs, “alright, alright, calm, baby.” he grips his hardened cock in his hand, his own suit pushed just beneath his balls, as he shifts closer to you. “i’ll give it to ya,” he promises, his voice clearly deeper. with his free hand gripping your hip tightly, keeping you in place, he nudges your legs further apart by knocking his ankle against yours. when you’re nice and spread out, bent over for him, he presses the tip of his cock against your soaking cunt.

mesmerized by the way it looks beneath the water, a little distorted but also highlighted with the illumination of the neon colors within the pool, he watches as his cock sinks deeper and deeper within you, as your hips push against him to urge him further within you, as you take more, and more, and more of him, until he’s bottomed out, his hips resting against yours.

“hngh, fuck,” he curses, and shit if only he had his phone near him right now.

“feel good,” you breathe out, rolling your hips slightly while keeping him fully sheathed within you. “feel so good.”

he hums in agreement, tossing his head back slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as the hands on your hips guide your movements, encouraging them. his cock remains inside of you, twitching with every roll of your hips. “yeah,” he agrees, carefully leaning forward, the angle deepening his cock even more than you thought possible, brushing against your sensitive spot. his lips hover by your spine, painting little gasps along your skin as he trails up to your neck. “yeah, feel so good,” he repeats after you, then finally, he rocks his hips back, pulling his cock out slightly, before he thrusts back in.

you yell out accidentally, but suna’s quick to react, one hand flying up to clasp over your mouth, muffling your scream. your moans hiccup and drag out, your mouth remaining open against his palm as he fucks into you, not too fast, but oh so deep. the noises that leave you, accompanying the slosh of water as your hips join against his, sounds like something you’d hear in a porn video, and the thought leaves you blushing from the tips of your ears down to your chest.

but you assume that it’s not just the thought that leaves you flustered.

you can feel the bulge of his biceps tightening as he lifts himself up slightly, shifting behind you, his cock continuously thrusting inside of you, marking you. you attempt to push your hips back to meet him in time of his thrusts, but by the way he’s quickening, you find it harder and harder to match up to his pace.

“rin, rin, rin,” you mewl against his palm, and his breathing stutters.

“fuck,” he groans, the quickness of his thrusts forcing your forward. “fuck, you’re so perfect for me.” you whine at his words, and his hand leaves your mouth free. your head falls forward, no longer held up by his grasp against your lips. you hear him grunt sharply, before his hand twists in your wet, tangled hair, and he pulls you up suddenly. a sob wretches from your throat at the action and the change in angle, and fuck, you can feel him in your stomach at this point.

you toss your head back, resting it against his shoulder as one of your hands comes up to squeeze at your breast. all worries of being caught have vanished from your mind, your brain completely clouded by the desire he drowns you in. “play with yourself, doll,” he encourages. “make yourself cum on my cock.”

it sounds so sinful falling from his lips, and fuck, suna’s always been a dirty talker, a smooth one too, and you’re sure at some point he’s made you cum from his words only. you obey his command, mumbling incoherently, “love you rin, always feel so fucking good,” one hand remaining on your breast, the other sinking beneath the water to rub circles at your clit. you’re sent over the edge almost immediately, your body doubling over, held up by his strong arm around your middle and steadied by his hand on your hip as your legs shaking uncontrollably beneath the water.

he continues to hold you to him, fucking you through your orgasm, then using your spent body to bring himself over the edge. he cums with a shout, a yell buried in your shoulder, his eyes shutting tightly and his mouth falling open in endless gasps. he hadn’t been bluffing when he’d said he’d fill you up, and he sticks to his word, his cock buried deep inside of you as it paints your inner walls white, spasming and twitching.

wordlessly, he leans down slightly while still gathering his breath, wrapping both arms around you before lifting you up, his cock slipping out of you consequently.

“rin, wha—“ you squeal as he pushes you up, bending you over the edge, pressing your upper body against the colder surface of the floor, your nipples hardening impossibly at the cold. “what are you doing?” you ask, your hands flat against the ground, keeping you steady.

you feel his hand urging your angle up, bending your legs as he pulls your foot through the bathing suit, sliding it up your legs. ah, so that’s what he—

“rintarō!”

unexpectedly, two of his fingers push inside of you, and your cunt spams around him, from both the suddenness of the action and from the sensitivity.

“what?” he asks innocently, his fingers pushing deeper, twisting inside of you. “you said you’d keep it all in,” he reminds you, giving his fingers an experimental, spiteful curl, before mercifully pulling them out, and finally dragging your bathing suit over the curve of your ass.

“you done?” you deadpan, throwing him a look over your shoulder.

in response, he lazily grins at you, giving your ass two small pats as he admits, “not entirely.” with his hands braced on the edge, he lifts himself up, and you’re graced with the view of his tight biceps and his broad chest, abs taut and rolling as he breathes carefully. then, he leans over, hands on either side of you, as he adds, “wanna fuck you in the shower, then bend you over every surface of our hotel room.”

fuck — fuck he’s so good with his mouth.

with a gentle kiss pressed to your shoulder, he wonders, “how’s that sound, pretty baby?”

and who are you to object to someone with as sinister of a mouth as him?

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bimb0beee · 3 years

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stay with me.

suna x y/n

in which youve liked suna for years, suna is a tsundere, and tsukishima is a little shit.

includes tsukiyama, best friends tsuki & yamaguchi, mentioned miya twins, tsukishima is a shit stirrer and we love him for it.

warnings: smut, public funking, big cock suna, stupid suna, a little spit, uhhhhh, also my fics are never beated all mistakes are my own 🥴

wc: 4.1k

The first time you saw Suna Rintaro was at nationals. He was easily one of the prettiest boys you have ever seen. All you wanted to do was introduce yourself to him, but seeing as how they lost to Karasuno… you didn't think he'd give the time of day to a student there.

You debated following him on his socials… but ultimately went against it.

There was no way he'd be interested in you anyway.

The second time you saw Suna Rintaro, you were eating lunch with Kei and Tadashi.

You were midchew listening intently to Tadashi's story when you looked up and saw him.

He was walking with his friends, the twins, and you started choking.

Kei glanced at you while Tadashi fussed to make sure you weren’t dying.

He also happened to glance in the direction you were looking and saw the reason for your sudden choking.

“Y/n, oh my god, are you okay??”

“Tadashi, she's fine. She just so happened to see her four year crush.”

You punched him in his stupid gut.

The third time you saw Suna he was in one of your classes. Along with one of the twins. The one with yellow hair… What was his name again?

You were seated near the back, always keen on avoiding human interaction if you could.

And, of course, they both decided to sit directly in front of you.

Not that they paid you any attention.

Which was fine.

Until your professor told the class they should get someone elses contact information.

Since you were alone, and no one was near you except for Suna and Miya, you had no choice but to give it to Miya when he asked.

“Yo, I’m Atsumu! This is Suna.”

You looked up at, ah his name is Atsumu, Atsumu and smiled shyly.

“Hey! I’m Y/n…”

You took a chance at Suna but he's looking at his phone, not even bothering to give you another glance.

Unknown to you, he was already looking at you, but decided to look away before he got caught by either you or Atsumu.

You offered up your email and number to Atsumu, looking over to see if Suna wanted to as well.

He didn't even look at you, which may or may not have bummed you a bit, but you decided it was better this way.

You and Atsumu exchanged at least which was better than nothing, you suppose.

From then on, you and Atsumu became fast friends. You would try to talk to Suna, but he would just grunt at you or not even bother answering. So you gave up on trying. Which kind of fucking sucked, but if he wanted to be a prick, then you wouldnt bother with that.

Has your crush dwindled? No, of course not.

Atsumu was always talking about Suna and the stuff they were up to and he seemed so wonderful, so it sucked that he wouldnt even look at you.

You're crying about Suna to Kei and Tadashi; you're so distracted you don't even notice them walking in.

But Kei does, and right before you say his name he decides to be nice and cut you off.

“Shut up. Look who’s here.”

You look to glare at Kei and then you look up and, oh my god, of course it's him.

Suna and the Miya twins.

Atsumu notices you and starts walking over to you excitedly like a little puppy.

As annoying as he is, it's so endearing, you can't help but love him.

“Hey, Y/n!”

“Oh, hey Atsumu. Whats up?” You crinkle your eyes at him and in the most subtle way a tick appears in Suna’s eyebrow.

No one notices, except Kei.

He mentally grins.

“Oh, this is my brother! Osamu! We’re twins!”

You laugh and Kei puts his arm around you.

“Wow, really? I would've never guessed.”

You slap your hand on Kei’s leg and tell him to be nice.

He turns to whisper in your ear, “Leave your hand there. I'm testing a theory.”

You look at him with a question in your eyes but decide to listen anyway. Let him have his fun.

“I didn't know you had a boyfriend,” someone who definitely isn't Atsumu says.

You look up, why is Suna talking to you?

“Hmm?” You're staring at him curiously and then he just stalks off.

Atsumu starts to cackle. “What the fuck. He doesn't talk to you at all and then says that shit?”

“Y-yeah. What the hell was that about?”

Osamu is looking at you with sparkles in his eyes and you're about to ask what that means when he's suddenly walking away, “Sorry, gotta go and make sure he doesn't accidentally hurt himself! It was nice meeting you, Y/n.”

“You too…?”

Atsumu catches up to them to see what the fuck that was about.

They're sitting on a bench outside and Atsumu walks up to them trying not to laugh.

“What the fuck was that, Suna? I thought you didn't like her!”

“I don't.” He rolls his eyes, but there's a faint blush to his cheeks.

“Oh my god. You fucking like her.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tsumu.”

“LMFAO.”

“Atsumu, why the fuck did you just say that out loud?”

“Suna, you’re such a fucking tsundere. Why don't you just talk to her, idiot?”

“Why would I do that, when she clearly has a boyfriend?”

“Well, Rin, you didn't even let her answer before you stormed off. Maybe if you actually talked to her, you might find out the truth.”

Suna blinks at Osamu and gives a gentle smile.

“This is why you're my favorite twin.”

“Fuck you, Suna. You can't even talk to the person you like.”

“What the fuck was that. Kei? What the fuck was that?”

You're kind of having a little breakdown. Why did Suna randomly ask that, out of absolutely nowhere. He doesn't give you the time of day, then all of a sudden asks if you have a boyfriend? In what universe is Suna Rintaro living?

Kei is smirking.

“Babe, I think Suna likes you.” Surprisingly, it's Tadashi who speaks.

“Suna doesn't like me, Tadashi. He's clearly an idiot who knows nothing.”

“No, yeah. He totally likes you. He looked like he wanted to kill me.”

“Kei! You can't go antagonizing people!”

“Yes. i can. Especially assholes who think they can say shit when they don't even bother to talk to you.”

You smile wide. Fuck. “Oh my god, Tadashi! Kei loves meeee!”

He blushes and pushes you. “Fuck off, no one even likes you.”

You wrap him in a hug and he's groaning the whole time, but Tsukishima Kei loves you.

Thankfully, it's friday. Which means you're not going to think about school for the next two days.

Unfortunately, Tadashi is dragging you to a party. Originally, he was only taking you because Kei refused to go. But now there's a change in plans.

You're whining into the phone, “Tadashiiii, if Kei is going then why do I have to??”

A voice, who is most certainly not your sweet freckled baby, answers instead, “Because your stupid boyfriend,” “I dont have a boyfriend, Kei” “is going to be there, and my job is to piss him off.”

“Why do you live off of chaos? What do you get out of it?”

“Pissing people off is one of my favorite pastimes, midget. Get ready.”

And the mother fucker hangs up on you.

One of these days, you swear you're going to kick him right where it hurts the most.

You walk into the party, Tadashi holding your hand and Kei's hand on your back. It's nice. It's comfortable. You feel like everyone thinks you’re fucking them both. You're not. They’re fucking each other, but that’s a whole other thing you’re not going to get into.

Tadashi goes to get some drinks and Kei takes you to a wall and cages you in.

You blink up at him so prettily, he thinks, if he wasn't in love with his boyfriend, you would've been his next one.

“Kei?” You say so softly and he smirks like the demon he is.

“Saw dumb, dumb and dumbest playing beerpong. I think one of them saw you, so I’m just doing my friendly duty and pissing him off.”

You roll your eyes good naturedly at him and see Tadashi making his way over to you guys.

“Yummy! Give me, give meee!”

Tadashi smiles at you so sweetly and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, sweetheart!”

“Babe, I'm gonna blush, you womanizer!”

He blushes at that. Tadashi is much too sweet for your teasing but you love seeing how red he can be.

“Shut up, you little brat!”

Suna noticed. He always notices you. He saw the moment you walked in. He narrowed his eyes the moment Kei caged you next to the wall. He also saw when Tadashi kissed you.

The math aint mathin, he thinks to himself.

Atsumu notices his glaring and wants to see what has Suna so angry. At a party.

Then he sees you and who you're with and he laughs in Suna’s face.

“What are you angry about? You never talk to her, idiot. Why don't you change that? Actually, lets go.”

He grabs Suna by his wrist, dragging him across the room to where you three are.

“Y/n! Hey! I didn't know you came to parties!”

You blink your pretty eyes towards them and you smile wide.

“Tsumu! I don't usually, but they wanted me to come and I love them so… Here I am!”

“What, you're not gonna say hi to me, too?”

Now. normally, you would blush and brush it off. But unfortunately, you got some liquid courage in your system because of Tadashi.

“Oh? What's this? Suna is actually making an effort in talking to me?”

You smile so cutely at him and his eyes widen. Is that a blush?

Before he can respond, Atsumu is laughing his ass off.

“She’s got a fuckin point there, Suna!”

“Shut the fuck up, Tsumu. Whose side are you on anyway?”

“Obviously, Y/n’s side.”

You start laughing loudly at their interaction. Kei has a tight grip on your waist and Suna is glaring at the offensive hand.

“You got a staring problem, Suna?”

You glance up at Kei and see a mischievous fire in Kei’s eyes.

“Can you be nice for two seconds, Kei?”

“He's glaring at my hand. Am I supposed to say nothing?”

“Maybe you're just imagining it, hmm?” You say sweetly to him.

He’s about to tell you how stupid you are when someone speaks up, “Hey, Y/n. You wanna go outside? Me and Tsumu are gonna go get some fresh air.”

Kei raises a brow at that, “What, just Y/n? Not us?”

“Nope.” He says, popping the p extra loud.

“Yeah, sure. It's stuffy in here. I'll be back okay? Try not to murder anyone. Love you, bye!”

You make your way outside and find a nice little secluded spot.

It feels so much better than being inside a cramped party where everyone is breathing the same air.

“Wow, it feels so nice out here, huh?”

You have such a pretty little smile all Suna wants to do is kiss you until you're giggling just for him.

“You're really touchy with your friends, aren't you Y/n?”

To your utter surprise, it's not Atsumu who is talking to you.

Atsumu is trying to hold back his cackle; sometimes Suna is too blunt for his own good.

“Hmm, I guess so. I've also known them forever, so it's natural for me to be like that with them. Why, you jealous, Suna?”

You're sitting down squished between Suna and Atsumu and it's giving you butterflies.

Suddenly, Atsumu’s phone is ringing.

“Fuck, its Samu.”

“Yeah? What's up? What? Why did you leave, you stupid… Alright. Stop. Osamu, stop, I'll be right there. Jesus.”

“Sorry, guys. Osamu is drunk and is attempting to walk home alone for whatever reason. I'm gonna go get him. See you guys later?”

“Hopefully! Let me know when he's safe, okay, Tsumu?”

“Yeah, of course, sweetheart!”

You blush, Atsumu has never called you sweetheart before.

Suna knew he was a fucking liar and only doing it to get a reaction out of him. Fucker.

He clears his throat, “We’re friends, aren't we, Y/n?”

You hum, thinking over what he's asking. “Are we, Suna? How can we be friends when you never speak to me?”

You smile oh so sweetly at him and he wants to bite it off of your face.

“We’re talking now, aren't we?”

“I suppose we are, Suna…”

“Call me Rintaro.”

You stammer at his bluntness, “O-okay… Rintaro…” It feels like candy on your tongue.

You’re so fucking cute, he thinks.

“Are you shy? Like a cute little… bunny.”

You stare up at him, eyes wide, face red.

“B-bunny?! Do you go around calling all unsuspecting girls, bunny, Mister Rintaro?”

“Nah. Just the cute ones named Y/n.”

“You're very bold for someone who I just became friends with, aren't you, Rin?”

He puts an arm around you and pulls you closer.

“But, you're so cute, bunny. I can tell you like the nickname. Should I keep calling you bunny? Hmm?”

You're trying to fight the heat on your face, but he's so cute. His words make your insides jelly and you want to kiss him.

“Should I keep going, bunny? Or go back to Y/n?”

You whine at him, “Noooo, Rin…”

Suna can’t help but think how cute you are. He can't help but want to pull more reactions out of you. He manhandles you onto his lap and you're squirming around a little too much.

“Watch it, bunny. If you don't stop you're gonna make this hard for the both of us.”

You stop squirming and cover your face with your hands trying to fight off your blush and embarrassment.

“Rintaro! You can't just say shit like that!”

“Oh? So you want me to get hard? Bunny, you're nasty, aren't you?”

He wraps his hands around your back and snuggles you right next to him so he can whisper naughty things into your ear.

“Bunny, if you wanted me that's all you had to say. I'm all yours, yeah?”

He brings his mouth to plant sweet kisses onto your neck and you're so embarrassed and in shock this is happening to you, you don't react immediately.

Then you feel his teeth sinking into your skin and you let out a breathy moan.

“Oh? What's this? You like being bitten, little bunny?”

“S-shut up, Rin…”

He huffed a laugh against your skin and continues to kiss and nibble at you. He's determined to mark you up so everyone can see just who you belong to.

He moves his hands so they are under your clothes touching your soft skin and it feels so good to have him touching you like this.

“Rin, more, please…”

And who is he to say no to a pretty little bunny?

He gives you the sweetest kiss which is all the warning you get before he's thrusting his tongue into your mouth.

You moan into the kiss and he soaks it up. Your tongues are battling and you've never experienced such euphoria in your life. If you could die right now you would be happy.

He removes himself from your mouth and you whine out a protest.

“Hush, bunny. Open up, yeah?”

You look at him questioningly but do as he says anyway. You open your mouth wide and loll your tongue out just a little bit and he groans at his obedient little bunny.

He stares you dead in the eyes and slowly drops some of his spit into your mouth.

“Don’t swallow until I tell you to, bunny.”

He watches the way his spit runs down into your throat and his dick swells tremendously.

“Okay, sweet baby. Swallow for me, yeah?”

You start to grind down onto his clothed cock and, fuck, it feels so good.

He grabs your hips and helps you rub your tiny little cunt all over him.

“Feel good, bunny? Hmm?”

“Y-yes Rin, feels so good… More…”

“More? Here, bunny? Are you sure?” He laughs into your skin.

You're so delirious with lust it doesn't really occur to you where you are, just that you need to feel him inside you.

“Are you sure bunny? I don't know if your little cunt can take me like this…”

You pout at him, “I can do it, daddy…”

He stiffens at the name. That's new.

“Daddy, please…”

Suna is pretty sure you have no idea what you're saying to him but how can he deny you when you're begging him so sweetly?

“Alright, pretty bunny, let daddy take care of you, yeah?”

Your eyes sparkle in utter happiness and he's struck back for a second. You're going to be the death of him, he thinks.

He goes to move your panties to the side and scoffs. As if he could even call these panties. It's basically a piece of string covering your little cunt.

So, he rips them in two.

“Rintaro! You can’t just rip my fucking underwear!”

You’re pouting at him and, fuck, he wants to shove his cock down your sweet little mouth. Another time, perhaps.

“Hush, baby. I'll buy you more. Not that it was covering much anyway.”

You're about to give him an earful before he's shoving a finger into your sopping cunt.

“Wow, bunny. You're soaked. Is this all for little ol me?”

He's leisurely pumping a long, thick finger in and out of your cunt and it has your thighs quivering.

“Yes, Rin, all for you, always for you,” you cry into his neck.

And all too soon he's taking his finger out and you look into his eyes and watch as he sucks your arousal off of his finger.

“Alright, bunny. Take my cock out.”

You're reaching down to his jeans and just seeing his bulge makes your cunt throb. Fuck, you cannot wait to have it inside you.

You slowly take his cock out and of course it's big and pretty just like him. Can't really say you're surprised about it.

He watches you as your eyes widen in excitement and softly stroke his pretty cock.

“You like what you see, bunny?”

You don't even spare him a glance while you lick your lips and nod softly. You very much do like what you see.

“Alright, sweetheart. It's gonna be a tight fit. Are you sure you want this here?”

“Yes, yes. Rin, please, daddy, please if you don't shove your dick inside me soon I will explode!”

He laughs at your word vomit. You're just so unbearably cute and there is no way in hell he can ever deny you.

“Alright, sweet bunny. Get ready, okay?”

Even when hes about to fuck your brains out, you cant believe how sweet he actually is.

He spits on his dick and lifts you up ever so slightly so he can slip the head inside your quivering hole.

Not that he needed the extra lubrication, he just wanted to make sure it was extra sloppy.

The fat head of his cock makes its way past your folds and you close your eyes with a silent, open mouthed moan.

“Shh,” he coos at you, “look at my sweet little baby, taking my cock raw. Does it hurt, bunny?”

He thinks he hears you growl more at him and he chuckles into the night.

And then he’s sinking you lower and lower and lower, until he's inside you.

All of him is inside you and, fuck, he wants to live in your cunt.

“You take me so well, sweetheart. Were you made for me? Is this cunt made only for me?”

You're babbling a symphony of yes, more, all for you daddy and it's doing everything in his power to not pound you like an animal.

“Rin,” you whine into his ear, “if you dont start moving now im going to walk away and never look back you stupid-”

He grabs your hips and lifts you till he's barely inside you and slams you down onto him.

You're squeezing him so tight, your cunt fluttering around his cock and he's trying not to finish right then and there.

“You're on top bunny, come on, show me, help me out, yeah?”

You can't hear anything; you just have this raw, vicious need for his cock to split you in half.

You start moving up and down as hard as you can and it's the most beautiful feeling you've felt in months.

He's helping you so he reaches a little deeper, you are involuntarily squeezing his shaft, so lost in pleasure.

No one has ever fucked you like Suna Rintaro is currently fucking you.

You're pretty sure no one else will ever measure up to him.

He's sucking hickies all over your unblemished neck, a feral growl in him knowing he's the one who's gonna have his marks all over your precious body.

“S’at feel good, baby? You like when I bite your neck and slam you on my thick cock, bunny?”

“Yes, daddy, yes I love it so much, please more!”

And then he really puts you to work.

He's slamming you down onto him as hard as he can. Your heady arousal is absolutely soaking him. It's so filthy and nasty and perfect and you wouldn't have it any other way.

“God, fuck. You're perfect, bunny. Touch your sweet little clit for me?”

You're so lost in pleasure you don't hear him through the haze of your arousal.

He growls into your ear, “Touch your fucking clit and make yourself cum on my cock or you’re never getting this dick again, bunny.”

You whimper out into the night sky and sluggishly move your hand to your poor, throbbing clit.

You press your finger gently onto it before matching suna’s rough pace.

“God, how can you get any fucking tighter. Its like fucking a virgin, at this point.”

Which makes you rub your clit faster, “Daddy, daddy, please m so close, wanna cum all over your pretty cock!”

He wraps a pretty hand around your throat and demands, “Cum, bunny.”

You cum so hard you see white.

You're moaning and he shoves his tongue into your mouth.

Your cunt is fluttering around his so fucking deliciously he cant help but slam you down one last time and fill your guts with his semen.

You're still shaking in his arms from your orgasm and he just holds you and kisses you through it until you finally relax.

You blink up at him, trying to get some clarity in your eyes.

“Either you're an angel, or you're sent straight from hell. How can the best fuck of my life be at some shitty college party?” You ask him. And then it hits you.

“OH MY GOD, Suna! Why did you let us fuck at some shitty college party?!”

He laughs loudly at you.

“Bunny, you asked. I delivered. Shouldn't you be thanking me?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you so much, Suna-sama, for defiling me at a nasty frat party!”

“Baby,” he smiles mischievously, “anything for you.”

You're laughing into his skin when all of a sudden someone is throwing a towel? at your head.

“Hey, what the fuck-”

You turn to look at the offending fucker and you just see a blushy Tadashi and smirking Kei.

“Kei! Tadashi!” And then you remember Suna’s softening cock is still inside you.

“I cannot believe you nasty fucks couldn't wait until you were at someone’s house. Outside of a party. You're kidding.”

“Shut the fuck up, Kei. Mind your business!”

Suna pulls you protectively to his chest.

Kei laughs at him and rolls his eyes, “Relax lover boy, Tadashi is all the ass I need.”

Tadashi turns into an even blushier mess and hisses at him, “Kei! You don't have to be so lewd!”

They're turning to leave when Kei graces you with a parting gift.

“Good job, Y/n. It only took you 4 years to talk to your crush.”

Fuck. You're going to murder him in his sleep. You know where he lives. You have his key.

“What does that mean, bunny?”

You groan into his chest; you were hoping to avoid this topic forever if you could.

“Ughhhhh, I saw you when you played against Karasuno at nationals and I've just kind of had a crush on you since then,” you say really fast hoping he'll drop it.

Unfortunately, he does not drop it.

“Well, I guess I have a lot of time to make up for then, don't I, sweet bunny?”

Your heart flutters and you place a heart stopping kiss to his soft lips.

“Can we go now?”

You laugh and yeah. You guess you’re kind of glad you came to this stupid frat party and had a class with Suna Rintaro.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #suna rinatro #suna x reader #suna smut #suna x y/n #suna x you #rintaro smut

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damonsvftie · 4 years

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞

MEGA MASTER LIST

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

Summary: Teasing your boyfriend Draco Malfoy in places that are risky isn't the best idea but when he decides to get you back for it you have no where to run.

Warnings: Female oral/receiving and quite filthy umm- yeah and it’s 2.6k words in total

I was sat at the back of Snape's classroom as i brushed my fingers across Draco's thigh causing him to straighten. My fingers were slowly dancing their way up when he grabbed at my hand from under the desk. "Stop it y/n," he mumbled through gritted teeth, on the verge of clearly moving his seat further away from me. The way his cheeks were flushing red made a small grin crawl across my face, especially when I knew the affect i had on him.

Snape had demonstrated the class on how to do a potions practical and now we were going to be doing our own with our partners. "I'll go get the stuff," i murmured with a grin as he slightly nodded. Placing the handful of ingredients onto the table, I by accidentally dropped one on purpose.

Bending down to pick it up, I made sure that Draco was able to see whatever was visible under my hiking skirt, teasing him with the sight of my clearly soaking panties. From the corner of my vision, I could see the way he gulped and tugged at his collar trying his hardest not to peek and get distracted.

helping him put the ingredients into the tiny cauldron, his hand quivered as he tried to maintain his patience. "You okay there?" I teased, leaning across the the counter, face inches away from his. "Never been better," he mumbled frustratedly.

—

"I'm so exhausted like honestly I could take a break right now," huffed Pansy as she plopped down next to Malfoy on the emerald green couch of the slytherin common room. "Snapes starting to get on my nerves, setting us exams every other day as if I don't have other things too do," groaned blaise, throwing his head back , slumping into his seat, his arms crossed against his chest.

I decided to go and meet Draco since today was a Saturday although he clearly mentioned that he was going to be studying with his other group of posse and he didn't want me near him but I could care less about what he wanted. Swinging the substantial doors of the common room open, i trotted towards the three of them, swiftly placing myself onto Draco's lap, my arms flung around his shoulder as Pansy rolled her eyes and blaise shook his head.

"Can you two get a room?" They chimed in unison. Draco shifted uncomfortably under me, slowly removing my hands of him pushing me away a little. "Not today y/n, we have to finish this assignment off and your only going to get in the way," he explained, in a certain demeanour.

Glancing at one another, Parkinson and Zabini got up and headed for the door. "Don't worry about it Draco we'll finish it off," she explained, a small giggle trailing her words as they both shut the door behind them leaving the two of us alone.

"Turning me down were you?" I raised a brow, my hands on my hips as my facial expressions turned serious. "Why- What are you going to do about it?" He answered back, a small grin crawling across his face. The clattering of my shoes became more audible as I seductively walked towards him. I started to softly lower myself down onto his lap, straddling him as my finger ran down his chest. "Things you won't imagine," I muttered, my glossy lips ghosting against his. "Do you really think it's a good idea too disobey the slytherin princess?" The tone of my voice cocky as I purred into his ear.

Pulling away purposely, I smoothed out the fabric of my clothes, heading for the door while I gave him one last glance, my tongue swiping across the top of my teeth.

—

"What's the occasion?" Questioned Draco as he drummed his fingers impatiently on the table in the great hall. Purposely ignoring him, I began speaking flirtatiously to Blaise Zabini, a small grin smearing across his face as I bit my lower lip. Today I had curled my hair and applied some makeup to slightly enhance my features. Since today was a Saturday, that meant I didn't have to wear my uniform so I ended up wearing a plaid, mini skirt paired with a green crop top and last but not least, styled with some doc martens.

Malfoy sat there staring down at his plate, stealing a few glances towards me as i twirled a loose strand around my finger while I openly flirted with one of his minions. "Zabini.. I was wondering if you'd maybe want to help me with my homework... only if you want too," the last of my words rolling of the tip of my tongue smoothly as my eyes diffused into a darker shade. "No- you don't need his help," interrupted Draco as he pulled on my arm dragging me out of the great hall.

Striding through the corridors, pulling me along with him he suddenly pinned me against the wall. "Do you have any idea about what your doing," he sneered, his eyes boring into my soul as a sheepish smirk appeared across my visage. "No.. not at all. Why?" My voice innocent as I played with his mind. "You think it's okay to be such a tease?" His words barely coming out of his mouth as he grinded his teeth together. "You think it's okay to walk around with that fucking tiny skirt and turn me on like that?" He spoke while he breathed down my neck. "I have no idea wh-what your talking about," my words tripping over one another as I attempted to put up my act.

His lips ghosted over mine as his fingers trailed down my body causing me to shudder. Sending me on the edge of breaking character, his thumb slightly pulled down on my lower lip, exposing my flesh as I almost started to melt underneath him. Since I couldnt let that happen, I hastily swapped positions so that he was now flipped under me. "Impatient are we?" I questioned teasingly while the tip of my finger traced the outline of his jaw, later waking off into the other direction, intentionally making sure I swayed my hips.

—

Deciding that it was for the best, I somehow ended up leaving Draco alone. No more teasing, no more nothing. He was beginning to get irritated with me and seeing him get infuriated was the last thing anyone wanted so I ended up backing out.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked while I lifted his arm so I could slip under him. He harshly pulled away from my grasp and neither did he reply. "Draco... I'm sorry," the last of my words becoming quiet as I backed away from him.

"I thought I told you that I hate being teased in public," the tone in his voice filled with anger as he got up from the couch, his back turned towards me. "I know but- its kind of fun seeing you all flushed," I responded before he cut me off. "Flushed? You tease me, you play with me and then you go after Blaise?" He groaned, turning his twisted face around as he stared at me in disbelief.

"Okay I'm sorry- I'll quit being such a tease. I won't do it next time," I huffed as he looked me up and down, a smirk spreading across his face. Leaning into my ear, his other hand snaked across my waist as he whispered gently causing me to flush. "There won't be a 'next time',"

—

The next day I went down to the great hall for some breakfast and sat myself down next to Goyle. "Can someone pass me the syrup?" My voice eager to devour the stack of pancakes in front of me until I saw Draco walking into the halls with his arm slung over Pansy Parkinson.

"What the hell?" I muttered under my breathe, as they took their seat opposite me. Aware that he was just trying to get me back, I ignored their presence and continued feasting on the delicious food that sat before me. Glancing up at him through my thick lashes, I could see the distorted look on his face as he furrowed his brows in confusion. He probably thought to himself 'why isn't she paying attention?'.

The whole day had passed by and I sat in 4th period besides Hermione Granger, slumping deeper into my seat the more she shot her hand up to answer the teachers questions. My gaze diverted onto the clock, watching it tick away. There were only 2 minutes left until class ended and I was particularly eager about 5th period mainly because it was Snape's class and Draco was my partner.

I wanted to see what type of show he was going to put up so I threw my head back against my chair waiting until the professor dismissed the class. Grabbing my stuff and walking down to Potions class, I sucked in a sharp breathe before entering and taking my seat beside Malfoy. Scooting myself away from him, I acted as if he was invisible and fixed my attention onto the lesson.

"Mad are you?" He whispered, moving his chair closer to me, a wide grin curling from the corner of his mouth. "Why would I be mad? I'm not your girlfriend anyways," I firedback uninterested. "What makes you say that?" The tone in his voice softer than before as he glanced at my side profile. "I mean aren't you with Pansy?" I spoke lifelessly as if this subject was the most dead thing ever. "Could say the same for you... aren't you with Zabini?" His voice sending me over the edge, my mouth breaking out into a small smile.

"You really do know how to get on my nerves don't you?" My nose scrunching up as I flicked my hair in his face. Suddenly, he placed his hand on my knee, pulling at it. "Draco- What are you doing?" I questioned as my breathing hitched. "payback," he replied as his eyes changed into aluminium grey while he looked up at me through his dense, long lashes, lifting a brow.

Pushing my skirt past my thighs, his long fingers, corded with blue veins, glided up the silky, smooth surface of my skin causing me to purse my lips tightly as I gripped onto the edge of the desk. Inch by inch, he gradually closed the distance between the tip of his fingers to My now pulsing cunt. The heat raised to my cheeks making me blush hard as he sensually dragged his finger up my fully clothed heat making me jolt out of my seat, panting slightly.

"Miss. Y/l/n your disturbing the class, please take your seat now," ordered Snape as I ran my hand over my hair in second hand embarrassment. "Right- I'm sorry," I apologised before wearily seating myself again, a tiny giggle being held back from Draco.

—

"What the HELL do you think you were doing back there? You could have got us both into trouble!" My voice raising at him. "Darling relax, your only being like this because I almost embarrassed you," he stated, a look of temptation appearing on him. Plopping myself onto my bed I crossed my arms. "Can't you just leave me alone like I did with you?" I argued as he stood leaning against the wall with a cocky smirk that soon vanished. "No. You should have known better and now you've got no where to run," he retorted, as he came closer towards me, his hair tousled and his tie hung loosely around his neck. "What makes you think you can get away with anything?" He asked as he crouched down, his face level with mine.

Deciding to be mature, I kept my mouth closed instead of fighting back because I full on knew things would get out of hand. "Can't give me an answer now can you?" He taunted his grin drooping as his facial expression transitioned into a look of perilous. Grabbing at my face, forcing me too look straight into his intimidating gaze he leaned into my ear whispering 'open your legs' before shoving me back.

He was fuming with anger and I knew there was nothing better than getting him exasperated, especially when he looked incredibly sexy and irresistible. “No, were already One On One,” I answered making him cock his brow. “Did you just disobey me? I said open. Your. Legs,” his voice coarse and rough. “Make me open them,” I replied innocently, as I closed my legs tight.

Pushing my knees apart, he hooked his arms into my legs pulling me closer to the edge of my bed, my skirt riding up. Propping up on my elbows, I batted my lashes as if I were to be the most holy and pure person ever. “You dare disobey me like that,” he sneered before brushing his fingers against my pulsating cunt causing me to shift under him. The way his arm pushed my small figure deep into the mattress as he placed his tongue onto my clothed heat made me whimper underneath. “Oh my mer-,” I struggled to say as his tongue teased the skin on the side of my heat making me ache.

Within seconds, he looped a finger onto my soaking, transparent panties, pulling them to the side to take a quick view of my now throbbing pink, pussy that practically wanted him all over me. Trying to wriggle out of his firm hold, he pushed me down even deeper, as I tried to shimmy my skirt down past my thighs until he shoved away my hand. “Keep it on,” he demanded.

Positioning his head in the place I needed him the most he again pulled my panties to the side, blowing cold air onto my throbbing clit making me squirm. Giving me a little grin, he devoured into my entrance, slowly and sensually pulling and lapping at my clit, sending me into a sudden state of euphoria. Adding his thumb in, he rubbed slow and delicate circles on my little bundle of never as he ran his tongue up and down my slit continuously before applying even more pressure to my nerve. “Draco I- please- I cant,” my voice begging him to stop as the feeling made me sensitive.

I could hear him growl ‘No’ deeply into my pussy, sending me over the edge, making me tug at his tousled blonde strands as he made out with my heat. Plunging two digits into my entrance without a warning, I let out a huge moan as he picked up the pace of his thrusting while he multitasked. “Draco oh god- I cant take it anymore,” my pleading voice breaking in between as my legs shook, trying to close around his head.

Almost on the edge of releasing, he withdrawed away from me, almost panting as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Why did you stop?” I squeaked as I say upright. “That’s what you deserve,” he responded as he adjusted his tie his fingertips now running through his hair. Trying to shut my legs together, I squealed in desperation for the numb feeling to go away. “Draco- I cant walk, I’m sore as hell,” I whined as I threw my head back in pain.

“Learn how to walk yourself,” he riposted before heading his way out of the door.

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queenshelby · 3 years

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Naked

50 Shades of Murphy – Part Five

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: SMUT, Public Sex, BDSM, Dom/Sub

Words: 989

In the evening, after most of Cillian’s family had gone to bed and Cillian’s sister prepared the guest room for you and Cillian, Cillian’s mum asked an all-important question.

‘Cillian mentioned earlier that you are only going to be in Ireland until winter. What are your plans for when your visa runs out?’ she then asked and you couldn’t help but look at Cillian for an answer.

You had never discussed this and you assumed that, what was between you was simply temporary but yet, here you were with him and his family at his sister’s house which was somewhat unusual.

‘I am not sure yet’ you said somewhat nervously which is when you felt Cillian’s hand on top of yours.

‘Maybe I can convince her to stay’ he said somewhat cheekily, catching you by surprise.

***

The same conversation came up again when Cillian and you lied down in bed together. Both of you had borrowed short sleeved pyjamas from Cillian’s sister and her husband as Cillian’s mother was somewhat uneasy about the idea of you sleeping in the same bed naked.

In fact, she even suggested that Cillian sleep in the living room until he explained that, at his house, you both share a bed together.

The bed in the guestroom was small, giving you the opportunity to snuggle, which was something Cillian was not usually participating in a lot.

‘So, did you mean it or was it just a show you put on for your parents?’ you asked Cillian curled up from behind you.

‘Mean what?’ he asked, brushing your hair aside as he did.

‘That you might convince me to stay in Ireland’ you asked nervously.

‘Well, I like you. I like you a lot and I don’t want you to go anywhere’ Cillian whispered.

‘Do you just?’ you asked cheekily, feeling Cillian’s erection poke against your back.

‘Yes, an awful lot’ he then said as he pulled you close in the spooning position, gliding his hands up and around your chest and beneath your shirt to fondle your nipples.

‘Show me how much’ you moaned as your back arched and your breathing became laboured at the tease. Beneath the doona, you pulled off your top and pulled down your PJ pants. Then, you propped your leg up and grabbed his wrist, guiding his fingers down in between your legs.

Between your thighs, Cillian's hands worked your pussy, first circling your clit, and then reaching further in. He finger fucked you gently at first but soon his pace quickened.

Cillian added another finger to the one already pumping in and out of your soaking wet centre, you reached behind you to grab his cock through his PJ pants.

Cillian couldn't even focus on his own pleasure, he just needed you to cum. Matching your writhing body, your legs began gently twitching and he knew you were close.

‘Be quiet for me, baby, can you do that? We don’t want my mother to barge in here’ Cillian breathed into your ear and you nodded, digging your face into the pillow to soften any accidental moans.

You were slick and ready so Cillian adds another finger, and pumps in at the fastest pace his arm could allow in that position, his thumb expertly circling your clit at the same time and soon your body tensed up, writhing to a rhythm. Cillian removed his hand, now covered in your juices and you repositioned yourself, and grabbed his thighs, leading his aching cock closer to your core after quickly getting rid of his PJ top.

He tore his pants down and positioned his aching, ridged cock at your entrance and slid in easily. You were so wet and ready for him.

Still on your sides, not daring to change positions, Cillian drove his cock in and out of you, your warm juices making your feel like silk. Your walls clenched around him and your face returned to the pillow. Cillian knew you were ready to cum again.

He was daring and pumped in and out faster, harder, not caring that his parents were asleep in the next room, not caring about the very thin walls of this house, not even caring about the mess on the sheets the next morning. All Cillian cared about in that moment was making you feel satisfied. Your body tightened up as your orgasm flowed and after three more thrusts he released his load into you, spurting cum as deep as his hips would let him be.

‘Thank you for making me cum after all this’ you giggled as Cillian’s breathing slowly returned to normal.

‘You are just too beautiful to deny’ Cillian then send said, feeling his sock still twitching inside you.

Tired and spent, you snuggled in and wished Cillian a good night before relaxing into a satisfied sleep.

Cillian gently pulled his softening cock out of you and used his boxers to clean up, with one arm trapped under your beautiful body.

Cillian sighed and followed your lead, the two of you drifting away from conscious, naked in bed at his sister’s house.

***

The following morning, you were woken by a knock on the door of the guestroom and, within seconds and leaving you unprepared to get dressed, Cillian’s mother barged inside.

‘Oh jesus, son put on some clothes would ya’ she said somewhat stunned as you pulled the doona over your naked body.

‘Ma, what the…’ Cillian growled and, just as he did and before he could finish what he was saying, she reminded him not to swear.

She then advised him that she needed his help rather urgently.

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bitterepiphany · 3 years

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the bodyguard situation

archive of our own

@zuzusexytiems enjoy ;))

ooh also partly inspired by @amy-r-k's aa first kiss hc <3<3

warning: contains spoilers for 139

If somebody had told her during her days in the Southern Training Corps that Armin Arlert would become the 15th Commander of the Survey Corps, Annie would have scoffed in their face. There would be no way in hell that a boy that soft and weak, a boy that struggled to even complete the Training Corps program, would become the leader of by far the most dangerous branch of military here on this island.

But times had changed. Times had changed so drastically, so mind-bendingly, that Annie almost longed for those days, those simple days when the only troubles worrying her mind was the location of the Founder, and the guilt over all the destruction they had wrought on the people within the walls. Funny, how something so enormous could become so simple in hindsight.

Something hadn’t changed, though, in Annie’s world. It surprised her sometimes, how much she had come to rely on that soft and weak boy from training, how just the sound of his voice could ground her, reminding her of all the years she spent in that crystal with only his and Hitch’s words to keep her sane.

Things had happened slowly, softly. There was so much aftermath to deal with, so much death, destruction, and fear to manage, that for at least the first year after Eren’s death, they barely had time for one another. Fragile, temporary stalemates disguised as peace were made between surviving humanity and those of Paradis, and work began to salvage and rebuild what was flattened.

Armin had been forced to take up his role as the new Commander, and for a period of time, stood at a similar rank to Historia as the only surviving military leader after the rest had been turned into titans and subsequently killed. While Historia stayed on Paradis, Armin and their surviving group - Annie, Reiner, Connie, Jean, and Pieck - who were dubbed, ‘The Heroes of Paradis’, stayed in Marley, negotiating with their surviving leaders and helping the cleanup and rebuild effort. Levi remained in Marley to recover from his injuries with their more advanced technology, and Mikasa chose not to go with them, opting to instead retire from military work to instead mourn her loss in peace.

But after things had settled (or as settled as they could be after eighty percent of the world was crushed), the unresolved tension between them couldn’t be ignored through their various distractions anymore. From lingering looks, hands brushing each other for a little longer than it to be accidental, and making constant, see-through excuses - if the looks Pieck and Jean gave were any indication - to spend time with each other, it became almost unbearable for Annie. She began to think about his confession on the boat on a daily basis, thinking it over. What if he didn’t feel that way anymore? What if he realised that she was a monster, and that she didn’t deserve someone as good as he was? What if - and this thought made Annie feel physically sick - he found another girl, and she was everything Annie couldn’t be?

It was only after Pieck had cornered her after she was caught staring openly at him for the umpteenth time that she sucked it up and decided she would confront these feelings. That was, until an incident on Paradis where a group of rogue Jeagerists decided that the current Commander of the Survey Corps needed to be replaced.

Now, it was known to those that knew him through training and the subsequent years that Armin didn’t excel physically. Though he had improved and filled out into himself in the years since he inherited the Colossal Titan, he would never reach the prowess of his other male comrades like Reiner, Jean, Connie, or Eren.

Though this information was never made ‘public’, it must have gotten out somewhere, and during an orientation for some new Scouts that Armin was overseeing, a group of young men broke away from the group and rushed him. Luckily, Armin was quick to react and defended himself until they almost overwhelmed him, but at that point, Jean and Connie reacted and dragged the attackers off him. Annie herself wasn’t with the group when it happened, instead away with Reiner discussing Marley things with Historia, but when she was notified of it, she was furious. Needless to say, the decision to give Armin a constant guard was non-negotiable, and it became clear to everyone else who wasn’t budging on being the one for the job.

Armin tried to protest the decision, saying he didn’t need a ‘babysitter’, but one look from Annie shut him up pretty quickly. He did confide to her later that he was grateful she was doing it, instead of some upstart young Scout, or even one of the boys in their group, claiming that they could become a bit suffocating in their insistence that he couldn’t defend himself at all.

The words left unsaid between them seemed to take a backseat as they now spent basically all their time together. Armin let his guard down around her, and she had to admit to herself that she couldn’t imagine her life without him at this point. There were some realisations within herself that she was scared to look at though. Once, Armin questioned whether she wanted to leave the group to go live with her father, since that seemed to always be her goal ever since she left for Paradis Island all those years ago.

Annie had spent time with her father early on in the months following the Rumbling, but had found herself drawn to working with Armin and the others, though was reluctant to leave her father initially. He assured her it was okay though, and encouraged her to get out and do something she enjoyed with her life. She still visited him regularly in Marley when she could.

They never openly acknowledged it, but the intimacy between Armin and Annie slowly began to increase. Armin had a couch in his study, and sometimes they would sit there together, Armin reading some book too boring for her to be interested in, and Annie would just relax. One afternoon, the sun was falling just right over her body, and she allowed herself to close her eyes. The next thing she knew, she had awoken to her cheek pressed into the fabric of Armin’s shoulder, one of his arms resting loosely around her shoulders. He was still reading in the fading dusk light, and when she shifted, he looked at her, a small smile on his lips.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he whispered, smirking slightly. “Poor form of you, sleeping on the job, huh?”

He was teasing her. Annie pushed herself upright, fighting a yawn, failing to do so, all while shooting him an icy glare.

Armin just laughed.

Fuck.

Annie couldn’t maintain her icy demeanour at that. That damned laugh of his always broke all of her walls. She just huffed and turned her head, heat creeping up her neck. Armin’s laugh faded, and Annie glanced over at him. She was surprised to see him glancing at her sheepishly too.

“You know,” he mumbled, blushing, a hand coming to rub the back of his neck, “Uh, I don’t mind if you, you know, do that…”

Annie’s breath caught. Armin blushed harder, eyes averting.

“Uhm,” he continued, still resolutely not looking at her, “Hitch used to always say that you looked scary when you slept? But… you… don’t really, I think you look kinda cute actually and- oh?”

Annie had scooted closer to him during his ramblings, and, without a word, rested her head back onto his shoulder.

“You talk too much,” she grumbled, curling up beside him.

Armin huffed out a laugh, his arm returning to its spot around her shoulders.

They stayed like that until Annie fell asleep again, and the both of them had to be shaken awake by an amused looking Pieck, who smirked at Annie mischievously when the latter discovered Armin had wrapped her up in his arms, his cheek pressed up against her hair.

***

Some invisible barrier had broken between the two of them since that afternoon. Annie found herself sleeping on Armin in various different places whenever they sat together for extended periods of time, and he became more touchy, often grabbing onto her hands to lead her places and show her things, and being quite cuddly when she fell asleep on him, leading Annie to wake up pressed tightly against him, trapped by his arm.

They found themselves in a unique situation, and neither Annie nor Armin were oblivious to the rumours and giggles that followed the two of them around at Scout Headquarters. Their close friends wisely chose not to mention their growing intimacy, but that didn’t save them from the badly disguised stares and whispered speculation that erupted from Junior Scouts as the pair did their daily business around the grounds.

It didn’t help that Armin and Annie did absolutely everything together after the attack. The two didn’t say anything to each other, the only indication Annie got that Armin noticed it at all was his telltale habit of rubbing the back on his neck and hair when he got flustered or nervous when the whispers got a little too loud for comfort.

Things reached a peak one night after a long meeting negotiating new regiment leaders and discussing the rebel Jeagerists that seemed to be grouping up together again.

It was raining hard after a sudden downpour, and Armin and Annie were faced with the newly treacherous task of making their way across the grounds to their adjacent rooms in the Commander’s and Captain’s dorms.

They stood under an awning, peering through the darkness, trying to route a path that would result in the least amount of drenching. It didn’t seem possible.

“Well,” Annie said, “I suppose we can just have a shower after…”

“I guess… let’s go!”

Annie cried out in surprise as Armin grabbed her hand and yanked her along with him, and then they were off, running through the sheets of water and getting thoroughly soaked to the bone. Annie let herself go, and began to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, and soon Armin joined her, their laughs getting lost in the roar of the rain.

Just as they reached their barracks, Annie’s foot landed in a particularly slippery patch of mud and she toppled over, gasping. She squeaked in shock as a pair of arms wrapped around her and saved her from a faceful of mud. Armin pulled her into him, and her palms flew up to grip his shirt at his chest. They stood there for a second, staring at each other, far closer than they had ever been before, chests heaving with exertion.

Armin’s arms tightened around her slightly.

“Are… are you okay?” he breathed.

Annie could feel his heart racing beneath her hands, and she suddenly became acutely aware of how fast her heart was going too. She nodded, breathless.

Armin didn’t seem to want to let her go. Annie found that she didn’t want him to either.

All of their interactions since his damned confession on the boat ran through her head. Annie took a breath. She had made up her mind. Enough of this dancing around one another. Just as the words building up in her head for months passed her lips, Armin spoke.

“Annie,” he said, eyes intensely focused on hers. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Her chest caught.

“I…”

Feeling as though her entire life had led up to this moment, Annie abandoned any response she might have had on her tongue, gripped his shirt harder, rose on her tiptoes, and kissed him.

She could feel the tension leave Armin’s shoulders, and he almost slumped into her, leaning down so she could stand flat-footed, kissing her back, hands sliding up her body to cradle her face. They broke apart, lost in their own little world, eyes locked.

“Wanna get married?”

Annie let loose an elated giggle, sure that this high she was on was never going to let her down. It was all too incredible to even describe.

“Yeah.”

***

Rumours about the Commander and his female companion had been the hot topic of Scout members for months. A set of questions regarding them circulated.

“Who’s that scary-looking lady who’s always with the Commander?”

“Is she some kind of new captain?”

“I heard she was his bodyguard!”

“No surely not, she’s too small for that, maybe she’s his assistant.”

Another smaller, more knowledgeable section of older Scouts found the pairing to be unbearable.

“She’s the Female Titan!”

“Why haven’t we killed her yet? You know how many Scouts she killed, right?”

“Why on earth does he seem to be friendly with her?”

“They look like some sort of couple! No way am I serving under someone fucking a traitor!”

The Commander and his female companion were very aware of the whispers, but they didn’t care. Let them think what they wanted, they thought.

One afternoon, an amused-looking Reiner was lounging about, supervising some of the younger recruits in their training. He heard some of their whispers, and laughed aloud.

“You guys don’t know?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes, “She’s no bodyguard. That’s his wife .”

Rumour has it the squeals of shock could be heard from across the grounds.

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hellsbedroom · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet // Peter Parker

peter parker x reader

*peter is an adult here.

Masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Talk about basking in the glow. Peter smiles with his eyes still shut and his chest heaving as he presses a kiss to your cheek and collapses next to you. “God, you always feel amazing,” he whispers hoarsely. But soon he’s grabbing your hand and tugging you along with him for the next part. You trot to the bathroom to get cleaned up and then it’s onto the kitchen to pick out snacks — you both prefer to do aftercare together, where you can still enjoy each other’s company and laugh all the while.

B = Body part (favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

He appreciates his arms. Sometimes he forgets it but he’s very strong (sorry about the accidental punch, Flash) and his arms do so much of the Spider-Man acrobatics. Hugging you is one of his favorite feelings in the world and his arms take care of that, too. And the best of both worlds is when he’s clutching you as he swings both of you high above the New York skyline.

For you? He adores your neck. It’s his favorite spot to hide his face when he needs a break from all the pressure and you welcome him with open arms. Your soft skin against his cheek calms him immediately. Your neck is also a place where he can so easily affect you with a kiss or his teeth. The sweetest little sound comes from your throat when he brushes his lips along your neck and he can’t get enough of it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

When you’re protected by a condom or birth control etc., Peter prefers to cum inside you. Being completely tangled up in each other is an unmatched feeling and he loves cumming when his hips are lodged all the way against yours. But sometimes you let him cum down your chin and throat when you give him a blowjob and he’ll look at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

D = Dirty secret (an interesting dirty secret of theirs)

His senses are dialed up to eleven, remember? So he can sense everything about you. When your heartbeat quickens, when your skin heats up, when you’re that close to the edge. And he uses it to his advantage. He knows exactly when you’re ready to go from Netflix to chill with a single glance. When he tries something new — a smack to your ass or grabbing your wrists a little harder — and your heart skips a beat, it’s game on. And don’t get him started on knowing that your climax is near. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he’ll murmur, knowing full well what he’s doing to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This is the internet age. So while Peter may have been too busy with school and saving the world to get a lot of experience, he’s knowledgeable as hell. And god is he eager to learn how to apply it to you. After a little trial and error and a lot of communication, he’ll know exactly what he’s doing. And while he’s sometimes surprised by your reactions, it’s never a bad thing. He just smirks and tucks the little piece of information away in his mind.

F = Fantasy (what’s their favorite fantasy/roleplay?)

Grateful damsel in distress. All you have to do is squeeze his arms or cup his cheek and say, “My hero,” and he’s suddenly keen to show you just the kind of hero he is under the suit. He’ll play it up in public by swinging by you unexpectedly and scooping you into his arms, making you yelp and cling to him. You’re very grateful for your very own Spider-Man and are not afraid to show him just that ;)

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy in the moment?)

Peter is a goofy and playful guy, especially with foreplay. He’s the king of turning tickle fights into makeout sessions into everything else. Even when he’s bossing you around or his voice has turned husky with pleasure, he’s got a smile on his face when he slides into you. That being said, he’s also smart as a whip and as soon as he can tell you’re really enjoying yourself, he’ll get a little more serious. How could he not stare in awe at the way your head tips back and your mouth drops open in pleasure.

H = Hair (how groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)

He’s well groomed and likes to keep it that way. It feels cleaner.

I = Intimacy (how are they in the moment, romantic aspect)

Very intimate. In the rest of his life he always has to have a persona — as Spider-Man, as regular Peter Parker, etc. — so when he’s with you? As your Peter? It’s all about the intimacy, baby. Asking how you’re doing while pulling off each other’s clothes. Kissing you relentlessly and feeling his bare skin against yours. Even on nights when you’re being rougher with each other he wants to keep you close, to bore his eyes into you as he forgets the rest of the world.

J = Jackoff (about masturbation)

He’ll do it regularly if he’s away on missions but you’re the real deal and that’s what he prefers. You’re not afraid to send him pictures and videos letting him know just how much you miss him, as long as you get a video of him jacking off in return.

K = Kink (any kinks)

Bondage — his webbing, specifically. You discover it accidentally when he’s being impatient and webs your hand to the wall, making you gasp when you look at him indignantly. His eyes darken when he sees you unable to move or retaliate and now it’s common to find the remnants of webbings on your bed posts. He likes it when you pull his hair, especially if it’s followed by a bite to his neck, because Peter Parker shows off hickies like they’re trophies. Edging goes both ways in your relationship. Being able to keep you on edge by sensing it is one of his many talents, but he also loves it when you bring him to climax achingly slow.

L = Location (favorite place to do it)

A bedroom, with all the doors locked. He’s had enough surprises throughout his life and he just wants some privacy when he’s with you. It doesn’t really matter which bedroom (your place, his quarters at the Avengers compound, etc.) as long as it’s sealed off and has a bed that gives him plenty of room to explore you. For a quickie, however...the Quinjet parked in the compound garage is a new favorite.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Peter loves seeing you focus. Whether it’s your eyes flitting around your computer screen or the way you pull your lip between your teeth when you’re concentrating hard, he can’t help but want to provide a distraction. But the way to turn him on out of nowhere is to act innocent when you know you’re not. You’ll slide your foot up his leg at a dinner with other Avengers while your facial expression doesn’t change. Or you’ll send him a wink when you bend over in public to pick something up, and in the next second you’re chatting with someone else like nothing happened. He loves to play along, innocently teasing you right back until you’re ready to pounce on each other the moment you’re alone.

N = NO (something they won’t do, turn offs)

Choking you, because he’s scared of his own strength.

O = Oral (giving and receiving)

Loverboy is a giver. He loves having you writhe underneath him and sensing your heart racing and hearing the little (or loud) sounds you make. He’s talented with his tongue and it fucking shows, you barely have to give him instructions before he figures out exactly what motions affect you the most. His voice drops the deepest when he’s going down on you, saying how good you taste or how good it must feel. Webbing your hands up is also usually part of this scenario...

But the loss of control when you go down on him is intoxicating. He’ll never ask for a blowjob (he’ll only “tell” you to when bossing you around is part of the plan) so you often surprise him with one, making him grin like a Cheshire cat. Digging your nails into his thighs will have him cumming the quickest, by the way.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Peter’s in between the two. He’s eager and while he does rush to get his hands all over your body, he never skips proper foreplay. His touch will be rougher if he’s freshly back from a mission and needs to forget it all but even then he’s still slower and more sensual when finally thrusting into you.

Q = Quickie (opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It’s part of the superhero gig. Either there’s just not enough time or too many goddamn people in the Avengers facility or your school or job makes late nights full of work instead of time with your boyfriend. In that case you’d both rather have a quickie than nothing at all, so you can expertly push each other’s buttons to make it work (even though his suit can make it tough). Peter’s adamant that you orgasm even during a quickie so it’s not a waste of your time, and honestly you do have fun with the rush of it all. However, quickies are not what he prefers. He’s with you because he’s in love with your mind and every inch of your body and having to rush through sex isn’t as worshipful as being able to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment?)

Later on in the relationship, yes. He’ll bring up things he hears friends talking about or what he finds on late-night internet dives for y’all to try. He also likes to play the game “how many New York rooftops can we fuck on” because what else are proper Spider-Man dates about?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He’s superhuman, including his strength and stamina. Not only is picking you up a breeze (the guy can throw school buses so getting you up and onto a bed or counter is completely doable) but he can go for as many rounds as you want. He usually doesn’t have a problem lasting a while before he cums but if he does, he just makes sure to focus on you until you’re even.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

Peter Parker? Basically the son of technological wizard Tony Stark? Using toys? Duh. He refuses to let Tony give him any toys or advice but he likes trying out new ones with you. The first time you let him use your vibrator on you he couldn’t stop smiling at how easily it affected you. And turning that vibrator on him made him the loudest you’d ever heard in bed. Also he’s not opposed to buying those sets of fluffy pink handcuffs, gloves, feathers, blindfolds, etc. Why not have it all on hand?

Side note: yes, there are Spider-Man themed sex toys and no, Peter does not want them anywhere near you. He’ll fuck you in the suit or use the webbing of his own making, thank you very much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It’s a surprise to you the first time you get really frisky with him — but Peter’s a tease. He can sense your desperation, after all, and he likes it. Irking you and making you “be patient, please” as he riles you up gives him a rush. He knows just where to kiss and suck to make you whine and there’s a rumble from deep in his throat as he chuckles at your anguish when he moves away too fast.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

He talks a lot during foreplay, teasing you and praising you and asking, “feels good, yeah?” As things get hotter and heavier he turns to panting and gasping. It’s never very loud but the constant rumble of his contented moans lets you know that he’s enjoying exactly how you make him feel. But the strangled cry when he cums, that’s your favorite sound in the whole world. Especially if he’s crying out your name.

W = Wildcard (random headcanon)

Seeing you in lingerie: Peter’s a sucker for a good lingerie set and will drop whatever he’s holding when he catches sight of you. His hands immediately brush over the lace or satin or silk as he pulls you to straddle his thighs and his gaze devours you. “For me, hm?” he murmurs, and you nod proudly. He’s not the type to rip it off you — he’ll fondle and finger and fuck you around the saucy little outfit.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s in those pants)

Long, like enough that it takes some getting used to. Average girth but a big tip.

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

Peter’s a busy guy and his attention is always being pulled in many directions but when you’re around he’s tuned in to you. So any time the opportunity for sex is on the table, he’s up for getting it in while he can (pun intended). Sometimes even hearing you laugh from the next room reminds him of times you laugh and gasp when he sucks on a certain spot on your skin, immediately making him want to do that again as soon as possible.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually you’re both out pretty fast afterwards — giving each other your all can be exhausting. As soon as the aftercare routine is complete and you’re tucked in his arms again you can feel sleep dragging at your eyes, especially if Peter is tracing his fingers along your skin. A few times your post-sex sleep has been so deep that Peter misses an Avenger’s call, meaning they’ve walked in on you two curled up in the sheets more than once.

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mermaidsneedwater · 4 years

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he cheated on you

⇒ jaebeom

“Y/N, stop can we please talk about this?”

“I have nothing to say to you.” You continued packing your stuff up in the suitcase, preparing to leave.

You’d confronted Jaebeom about his affair with one of the staff on tour with him and his refusal to deny its existence was enough to let you know that it was true. Your blood boiled as you watched him shift uncomfortably at the confrontation. You just needed to leave.

“You have to understand, on tour... it gets rough. You’re in a foreign place with just your members and staff. Every night I was in different city and I just missed you so much.” Jaebeom said, his head hanging low. “I knew it was a mistake and I never should’ve let it happen.”

Continuing to pack, you spoke as tears threatened to spill out, “You’re right. You shouldn’t have. If you were going to accidentally slip your dick into somebody else, you should’ve broken up with me so that I wouldn’t waste the last six months of my life waiting for you like an idiot!”

“Baby, please. I’m begging you. Don’t go, I know I fucked up, but I-I don’t exist without you.” Jaebeom sunk to his knees, his head bowing down.

You had never seen Jaebeom like this, so distraught, so desperate. It almost broke your heart, but the minute he decided to betray you like this all bets were off. How could you be with someone you couldn’t trust?

Zipping you your suitcase you rolled it towards the door, “Well you really should’ve thought of that before you cheated on me.”

⇒ mark

You giggled as you walked the hallways of the JYP building, making your way to the GOT7 practice room. Dialing Mark’s number, you held the phone to your ear as you waited for him to pick up.

“Hello?” Mark answered.

“Hi babe, I just wanted to ask what time you’d be home. I’m making dinner tonight for your birthday!”

“Oh um, tonight we’re actually working late on the new comeback. Can we do dinner tomorrow?”

“But Mark, your birthday is today!” You frowned.

“It’s okay, really, as long as I celebrate with you I don’t care when we do the dinner.” Mark replied with ease. “Don’t wait up for me.”

He ended the phone call before you could say anything else. That was strange, he always ended his calls with I love you. Shrugging away your doubts you held the balloons and cupcake box in your hand getting ready for his surprise.

Before you could enter the practice room you heard two voices, Mark’s and another girl’s.

“Was that her?” The girl asked, unimpressed. “She’s so clingy.”

“Yeah, it’s fine though I got her off my back for the night so we can go out.” Mark replied nonchalantly, “so baby, where should we go tonight? I am the birthday boy.”

The girl giggled and you heard them kiss. Horrified, you dropped the box and balloons and bolted down the hallway. He was cheating on you!?

— later that day —

Mark pulled out his keys, slowly opening the door. After his night out, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed. As he walked around in the house, it seemed like you’d changed things around, he made a mental note to ask you about what you did. Turning on the bedroom light, he was surprised to find the bed neatly made with a note on your bedside table.

Happy Birthday Mark, this year I figured I should actually grant you your wish. Your freedom. This afternoon I went to drop off a birthday gift, but from what I overheard I realized that our relationship wasn’t what you truly wanted. At least now we can both move on with our lives and be with who we actually want to be with. Don’t bother trying to call me, I’ve changed my number. I hope now you can finally be happy, Y/N

Mark rushed to the your dresser to find all your stuff gone. He tried the bathroom and found all of his stuff as he left it, but yours had vanished. Running to the living room he turned on the lights to realize you hadn’t redecorated the apartment, you’d erased yourself from it.

Sinking to the ground he felt like a hole had been punched through his chest. What had he done?

⇒ jackson

“How could you do this to me?” You asked heartbroken. “Why did you do this to me?”

Jackson wanted to race over and scoop you up in his arms and assure you it wasn’t your fault, it was his for being so stupid. But he couldn’t. He knew that he had to give you your space.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” He said quietly. “It didn’t mean anything.”

“It means something to me!” You cried. “Of all the women in the world you just had to sleep with my best friend?!”

“You were gone, and I felt so useless after my last album tanked.” Jackson admitted. “I just wanted to feel good about myself.”

“Fuck you.” You spat out bitterly. “This wasn’t about you, it was about me. You just couldn’t live with the fact that you failed, and you had to drag me down with you. You slept with her just so you could hurt me. Well guess what? Mission accomplished. I want nothing to do with you”

And finally Jackson had stepped back to see the damage he had done. He’d absolutely wrecked the woman he claimed to love, and the effects were irreversible.

“Get out! Get out now!” You screamed at him.

⇒ jinyoung

You sat numb at the foot of your bed as Jinyoung frantically tried to explain the situation. You hadn’t meant to look at his phone, but when he was in the shower he’d gotten a text.

Thinking nothing of it you unlocked his phone to find an unknown number messaging him a picture with the caption, ‘I can’t wait to repeat what happened last week xoxo’. The picture was a selfie of some girl in her lingerie. When Jinyoung heard the thump of his phone hit the floor, he quickly ran out of the shower alarmed at what had happened. When you looked at him he knew, you’d caught him.

“Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like.” He said calmly approaching you.

“It looks like you’ve been having fun.” You replied staring at the wall ahead of you as if it was the most interesting thing you’d ever seen.

He knelt down in front of you, slowly attempting to take your hand in his.

You jerked your hand back as if he’d burnt you. “Don’t.” You said as you gritted your teeth. “Don’t touch me.”

“Swee–Y/N, please, she’s just some fan who got my number.” His voice sounded desperate.

“You’re lying.” You looked at him, he looked taken aback when he saw that the warmth in your eyes were long gone. “Tell me the truth.”

“Okay, okay. We slept together once, and I swear I was going to end it but she was just so relentless–“

“Don’t Jinyoung.” You held up your hand, having heard enough of this bullshit you stopped him. “Stop trying to act like a victim. You’re a grown man. You wanted to have an affair and you did.”

You wiped the tear rolling down your face that you didn’t realize was there. “I’m done with you. I’m leaving now, but I’ll come get my things eventually.”

“Y/N please! Stop.” He stood up to go after you.

“I can’t even look at you right now.” You kept walking towards the front door. “Have a nice life. We’re done.”

⇒ youngjae

“What the hell is this?” You show Youngjae the article of him.

The headline reads, JYP Entertainment... Company or Matchmaking Service? GOT7’s Youngjae and TWICE’s Mina spotted holding hands.

“Y/N, you’re being so crazy.” Youngjae scoffed. “You know that this is from last week, it’s just a publicity stunt to promote our comeback.”

“Have you seen these photos Youngjae? Your holding hands, your hand is on her thigh in this one.” You remarked, “It doesn’t seem like a publicity stunt to me.”

“I can’t even talk to you right now, you’re so controlling.” He said bitterly. Walking away, he closed the bedroom door.

Was he right? Were you being crazy?

— two weeks later —

After finishing your morning targets, you were excited to head home early. Relax with the TV, maybe cook some dinner, the possiblities seem infinite.

As you entered your home you could hear moans.

“Oh yes!” A girl cries out.

What the fuck...

You can hear the creeking of the bed through the wall. You walk slowly to your bedroom to see the scene unfolding.

Youngjae and Mina screwing in your bed.

“I fucking knew it.” You said.

“Y/N oh my god!” Youngjae yelled. He struggled to get out of bed and chase after you. Putting on his sweats he caught up to you.

“You called me crazy and controlling!” You cried out. “You’re so fucking sick.”

Youngjae grabbed your arm, “Y/N, please darling.”

“Don’t call me that! Just don’t call me at all.” You yanked your arm out of his grip and continued walking out. “I can’t believe I trusted you. I knew you were cheating on me.”

⇒ bambam

It was supposed to be a fun night out. But here you were on a Saturday night, back at your house with Bambam. As you helped Bambam with the black eye Yugyeom had gifted him, the knot in your stomach grew.

You were at the club with Bambam, Yugyeom and his friend from SM Entertainment, enjoying the music and some drinks. Yugyeom couldn’t stop glaring at Bambam, his eyes fixed on him the entire night.

“Are you and Yugyeom okay?” You leaned into Bambam’s ear.

“Yeah, we’re fine. We just had a rough week.” He brushed it off, “Do you want a drink?”

“Yes please,” you nodded “you pick.”

As soon as he stood up, Yugyeom followed. “Are you getting a drink? I’ll go with you.”

You watched as the two friends walked to the bar, leaning against the counter. You watched as they conversed, the exchange seemingly getting more tense.

You turned to Yugyeom’s friend “I’m gonna go check on them.”

As you headed up to the bar, you caught the tailend of their conversation.

“I’m fucking tired of this shit Bam, if you don’t tell her, I will.” Yugyeom threatened.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bambam brushed him off.

That set Yugyeom off, he turned to Bambam and swung at his right eye.

“Oh my god! Yugyeom, what the hell!” You yelled.

Yugyeom watched as Bambam stumbled back from the impact of the punch. “This night was a bad idea. I’m leaving.”

You watched as he headed to his friend and they took off from the club.

You turned to Bambam, “Let’s go home.”

That was how you ended up tending to the big bruise on his face. No doubt JYP was going to have questions about that on Monday. Still, your mind couldn’t help but drift to what Yugyeom said, if you don’t tell her, I will.

As you finished helping Bambam, you watched him retreat to your room.

“Bam...” you started, “what was Yugyeom talking about?”

“Huh? What are you saying?” He turned around, confused.

“At the club, he said if you don’t tell her, I will. What was he talking about?”

“Oh you heard that?” Bambam replied, “He was drunk, he didn’t know what he was saying, hell, he even punched me so that should tell you how sober he was feeling.”

“Bam, he had one beer. He wasn’t drunk. Clearly whatever this is about upset him enough to take it out on you,” You pressed. “I want to know.”

“Y/N, back off. It’s none of your business.” He dismissed you. “Drop it.”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” you snapped. “I’m not some obedient housepet that you can order around. It was clearly about me and I want to know.”

“Fine, you want to know? I’ve been seeing someone behind your back.” He snapped angrily. “Yugyeom wanted me to tell you.”

And just like that, the genie had been released from the bottle. Everyone knows once it’s out, you can’t put it back in.

“What?” You were in disbelief.

As the realization he’d confessed to his sin washed over him, Bambam’s tone shifted. “Bae, I-“

As he struggled to find the words, you began to laugh. Of course he was cheating on you. It was time to finally face the fact that your relationship had been spiraling downwards for a long time.

“Are you laughing right now?” He asked, his eyebrows raised. “I can’t be-“

“No. It’s my turn to speak.” You stopped him.

As he sat on the couch you realized that this was it. This was the beginning of the end.

“This relationship has been torpedoing towards the end at 150 miles per hour, and we’ve just been prolonging it. Honestly I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out sooner, you’ve been so distant and sharp with me.”

“I-“ Bambam started.

You held up a hand signaling you didn’t want to hear it. “You were never like this, I just kept convincing myself that it was the stress. But it was you, and me. We changed.” You mused aloud. “And now here we are. Your best friend punched you in the face and I’m laughing at the fact that you’re cheating on me.”

In a sort of haze you felt your feet carry you to the door. “I need to go.”

“Wait Y/N, where are you going?” Bambam asked, his voice full of concern.

“I don’t know, I just have to leave.” You stated, as you headed out the door.

⇒ yugyeom

This was it. Now or never. You walked into the cafe, as you spotted her. The woman you thought Yugyeom was cheating on you with.

You stood behind her in line as your mind raced with questions. Who was she? How far had she gone with him? Did she love him like you? When did all this start?

“Miss? Are you ready to order?” You awoke from your daydream as you realized the woman had already ordered and it was your turn. Rushing to the register, you ordered the first thing that came to mind “Hi, can I get an Ice Choco?”

Rushing to stand next to the woman, you dropped your wallet. She knelt down to pick it up and hand it to you.

“Here you go,” she smiled.

“Oh thank you,” you nodded uncomfortably. As you reached out to take the wallet, she noticed your bracelet, an anniversary gift from Yugyeom.

“Oh hey! I have the same bracelet. My boyfriend got it for me.” She commented. “Men, of course they shop from the same places.”

“Oh yeah,” you agreed. Nervous, you fiddled with the bracelet, “So your boyfriend got it for you?”

“Yeah, he gave it to me a couple of weeks ago. We actually only started seeing each other two months prior.” She beamed.

“Oh wow, so you’re a new couple?” You asked.

“Well, I’ve known him for a pretty long time. I’m actually a backup dancer at JYP.”

Your heart sunk, you knew that this wasn’t a coincidence. “Wow that’s very cool.”

“Yeah, I’m actually supposed to be meeting him here,” she lowered her voice to a whisper “he’s in the group GOT7!”

Okay, maybe it’s not Yugyeom, maybe it’s Bambam, or Youngjae, or... As your brain tried to rationalize the situation, you couldn’t deny what you saw with your own eyes.

Yugyeom at the door of the cafe.

As he registered the fact that you and the girl were in the same cafe talking to each other his eyes froze on you.

“Gyeomie!” The girl squealed. “I just made a friend, I think she’s a fan.”

As you watched Yugyeom swallow, he slowly walked over to you.

“Y/N,” Yugyeom started.

“Wait... you two know each other?” The girl asked.

“He’s the one who gave me my bracelet.” You answered. You took off the wretched item and placed it on the counter.

“One ice choco!” The barista called out.

“If you haven’t gotten the memo,” you said taking the drink from the counter, “we’re over.”

You uncapped the drink and threw it in his face, storming off from the cafe.

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Girl I love you and I love your writing! Can I please have #2, I forgot the number but its sex on a dare and #45 for Kyojuro. Keep writing please because you ma'am are amazing!

I don’t even know how it spiraled into 2.6k+ words, but it did, bby. And I think I ran away too much with the thought of a jealous and Dominant Kyō. I hope you like it tho. And thank you so much!!! Ily too! 😌🍉🍉🍉

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Sex on a Dare, “Please, I need you. Now” (Smut Prompts, NSFW Scenario):

Warnings: Smut, Clothed Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Wall Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Brief Mention of Sanemi x F!Reader Dare, Talks of Drinking, Biting, Begging, Jealous Kyō, D/s Themes, Light Choking

Out of all the things that all of the Hashira could have thought of doing to unwind after such a tense meeting, the last thing that (Y/n) expected was a game of drunken dares. Safe to say, all of them had done very risqué things with each other— with each and every dare getting raunchier than the last.

As it was, (Y/n) had already made out with Sanemi. The Wind Hashira had even taken to pulling her right into his lap, and running his right hand up her skirt to cup and squeeze one of her ass cheeks. It had made most of their friends let out cat-calls and whistles; all except for one suddenly-quiet blond man.

Kyōjurō kept his eyes on the sake cup in his right hand, not daring to look up and see the disheveled aftermath that had come from (Y/n) making out with Shinazugawa. The mere sight of her kissing him had made his chest tighten up uncomfortably, and when his comrade had pulled the woman he liked onto his lap… it took everything in him not to get up and drag her out of the room.

He knew that the sudden shift in his mood didn’t go unnoticed in a room full of Hashira, but he really couldn’t bring himself to keep up any pretenses; not when he could only blame himself for not staking a claim on (Y/n) the numerous times that they had gone out to “spend time together”.

Kyōjurō was a brave man when he needed to be, but when it was absolutely necessary for him to be brave, all notions of valor in him disappeared along with most of his thoughts— but only when it involved (Y/n).

Sanemi took one look at the disheveled (Y/n)— whom was trying to fix her haori up to make her seem the modest and composed woman she had been earlier— and let his eyes flicker over to the abnormally sullen Rengoku, only to scoff under his breath.

The Flame Hashira could have fooled everyone before, but not Sanemi. He was more attuned to others than most, and he hadn’t failed to notice just how hard up Rengoku was for (Y/n).

So, after throwing back another shot of sake, the Wind Hashira uttered, “Rengoku, I dare you… to have sex with (L/n).”

Everyone’s eyes widened at the blatant words, with Uzui muttering a low ‘ooh’ as his eyes flickered to the two people in question.

(Y/n)’s face flushed even more than it already was— not due to the alcohol, but because of her embarrassment. She didn’t exactly try to hide her feelings for Kyōjurō, but to be dared to have sex with him was another thing entirely.

Even though she loved him immensely— and had fantasized on more than one occasion of carrying his children— it was still embarrassing to be put beneath the spotlight like that.

“S-Shinazugawa!” She protested; surprising even herself when her cry came out halfhearted and breathy.

“It doesn’t have to be here; you can do it anywhere you want, as long as all of us are sure that you two are fucking,” The silver-haired Hashira explained with a smirk, looking at (Y/n) first, before turning his attention to Kyōjurō whom had thrown back another shot. “That is, unless both of you want to go streaking… in this weather.”

Sanemi looked out of the slightly parted shoji, silently thanking the gods for letting the first few flakes of snow fall from the sky. Even he would take up any dare, instead of run a lap around the town in the nude with whomever he was dared to do something with.

“Or… I can just dare (L/n) to fuck me.”

That last sentence had Kyōjurō’s eyes narrowing at the other Hashira and, he didn’t know what exactly it was that spurned him to do so but, he found himself getting up from his seat and walking over to where (Y/n) was.

Maybe it was the alcohol in him, or maybe it was the irritation at Sanemi’s words that pushed him to offer his hand to the woman he’d always harbored feelings for, but he was there— and he was going to do it; fuck her, that was. “Only if you want to, (L/n).”

He didn’t dare look at anyone else, fearing that they would see through the tough façade that he put up, when his heart was pounding so hard in his chest— and that the blush that took over his face was no longer due to the alcohol, but because of his own emotions.

Thankfully for him, (Y/n) gingerly put her right hand in his— a clear sign of acceptance to his invitation.

***

Gingerly, Kyōjurō led her out of the room; disregarding his own nervousness as he guided both of them to the room next to the one they had been in.

Every footstep echoed the loud thumping of his heart in his ears, yet he kept placing one foot in front of the other— until they were in a few feet from the shoji that led to the other room.

“We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to…” He began softly— all while turning to look at (Y/n).

However, she surprised him by stumbling into his arms and slamming her lips against his. Without really thinking about it, she snaked her arms up his shoulders and locked them together at the back of his neck; savoring the taste of his tongue when he opened his mouth, after she tangled her hand in his hair and gently tugged on it.

She had always wanted to do that, and she would be damned if she didn’t admit that she’d enjoyed doing it— especially when she heard the tiny moan that bubbled from Kyōjurō’s throat, as soon as she did it a second time.

In response, the Flame Hashira threw all caution to the wind— just put his hands on either side of her waist, and pushed her up against the wall to his right; being careful not to hurt her as he did so. The breathless gasp that left her lips was enough to send a jolt of heat straight to his cock; stirring it within the confines of his pants and making his head spin with all of the possibilities that played in his mind.

“Last chance to say no, (Y/n),” Kyōjurō rasped out through their needy kisses, trying to pull himself away to catch his breath. With how passionate and enthusiastic she was, he didn’t doubt that she wanted to fuck as much as he did— but he still had to give her an out, in case she changed her mind.

At that, the young woman loosened her grip on his hair, and pulled her head back until it bumped up against the wall behind her. “I want you to fuck me, Kyōjurō. I want you to fill me up with your cum until you knock me up!”

Her words had stoked something inside him at that point, making something he had buried long ago come to the forefront of his conscious. He’d thought that it was wrong of him to want to breed (Y/n) with his kids, so he had settled for much tamer fantasies— but after she had begged him to get her pregnant…

He wanted to pinch himself, if only to check if he was dreaming.

Gone was the (Y/n) from earlier— the one who had the decency to protest against Shinzaugawa’s dare, and in her place was the shameless hussy whom had always wanted the man in front of her. Maybe it was merely her emotions bubbling up to the surface, or maybe it was the alcohol making her lips looser and her inhibitions much bolder, but she couldn’t deny that she loved the surprised expression that crossed the Flame Hashira’s face at her words.

The aforementioned man inhaled on a hiss at that, as his cock got even harder in his pants. It had even twitched within the suddenly-tight confines, yet he ignored it in favor of slamming his lips against (Y/n)’s once more. “Fuck, love, you’re so perfect. I’m not going to hold back with you, then.”

“I didn’t ask you to,” was her cheeky reply, only to gasp in surprise when her lover lifted her up against the wall— prompting her to wrap her legs around his waist, if only to hold herself up in case his grip on her faltered.

The move brought her clothed pussy flush against his rigid cock, and it took everything in her not to start grinding against him. Just the feel of him through his pants clued her in for what was to come— which had her licking her lips in anticipation.

She could already feel herself dripping with arousal, at the mere thought of having such a thick cock inside her; let alone the fact that it was Kyōjurō’s cock that was going to drive her crazy with pleasure.

With one last press of his lips against hers, the blond Hashira trailed butterfly kisses down his lover’s jaw— making a clear path to the side of her neck, where he proceeded to bite down on the supple skin, right before sucking a love bite to leave a mark that let everyone know that she was his.

Because, starting from that night, there was no way that he was going to let her go.

Slowly, he let right hand drift down to her crotch— slipping beneath her skirt and carefully pressing against the damp spot in her underwear. His fingers then began to rub the area in small circles, savoring the feel of her clit through the soft material of her panties, before pushing the barrier of clothing aside.

The moment that Kyōjurō’s index and middle fingers brushed against (Y/n)’s clit, she had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep a pleasured cry from escaping her lips. And when he began playing with the tiny bud by pinching it and flicking it between his fingers, it didn’t take long for her to accidentally let out a breathless moan; one that her lover relished in.

At that, Kyōjurō trailed his hand further down against her cunt— delving his fingers between her glistening slit and teasingly dipping the tips of two of his fingers inside her needy entrance.

“I didn’t even need to play with you, love. You’re already so wet for me,” He whispered against her neck, before clamping his teeth down on her skin— which ripped another moan from her throat.

The hand that was in his hair tightened even more, while the one on his shoulder dug its nails into the material of his uniform. It did nothing to hurt him, but it still made him impossibly harder to know that he was eliciting such reactions from (Y/n).

“Do you want to cum around my fingers?” He asked softly, as he pushed two fingers inside her cunt— curling them up to touch her g-spot, and smiling when her legs quivered helplessly around his waist. He then bit down once more on her neck, soothing the bite with a swipe of his tongue, before adding, “Or would you like to cum around my cock?”

“-cock,” (Y/n) uttered breathlessly, all while trying to keep herself sane as her lover slowly kept pumping his fingers in and out of her. “Your cock, Kyō. I want your cock.”

The young man couldn’t help but smile at that, as he trailed his right hand up his lover’s torso— briefly squeezing her right breast as he passed it by— before gently holding her face by her chin and turning her to face him fully. “Beg for it.”

He had initially wanted to take things slow and easy with her, but the memory of seeing her and Shinazugawa going at it earlier had him feeling so heatedly jealous. It wasn’t like him to feel such a petty emotion, but he felt it at that moment— and it made him want to take (Y/n) roughly; just so he could make her cry out loud enough to let Shinazugawa know that she was his.

And that he couldn’t touch her anymore.

“Please, I need you. Now!” (Y/n) pleaded softly, only to whimper when the Flame Hashira pulled his fingers out of her cunt.

“Louder. Let them hear you.”

“Please, Kyōjurō! I need to feel your cock inside me,” The young woman cried out— much louder than she had before. “Please, please knock me up! I want to get pregnant with your child!”

Despite all of her cheekiness earlier, she had succumbed to him with just a few commands; and that had Kyōjurō discovering a part of himself that he hadn’t known about before— namely the part of him that found pleasure in dominating someone.

“Good girl,” He praised softly, pressing a soft kiss against her lips— before taking his left hand and making quick work of his pants; unbuckling his belt, and undoing his fly so he could pull his erection out. “Now, look at me. Just me.”

Slowly, he aligned the head of his cock against (Y/n)’s cunt— teasing her clit with the head of it, before sliding it up and down her slit to lube it up with her wetness. And then, in one smooth move, he pushed the head of his dick inside her sopping entrance; hissing in pleasure as he began to rock into her.

(Y/n) moaned softly with every thrust of his hips, making her feel breathless and so dizzy with pleasure all at once— and when he lowered the hand that gripped her chin to lightly frame her throat, her pulse skyrocketed with excitement.

Kyōjurō squeezed her neck lightly, merely testing out the waters. But when her eyes fluttered shut, his thrusts gained speed and power— pounding her against the wall so hard and rough that the noise of their coupling was all that could be heard in the deserted hall of the ryokan.

“You feel so amazing around my cock, love. It feels like you were made just for me; my own personal cock sleeve,” The young man uttered through slightly ragged breaths, his thrusts not once faltering as he kept on chasing the orgasm that he felt building up inside him.

And with every movement he made, he felt (Y/n)’s walls get tighter and tighter around him— until she was gripping his hair tight for some semblance of purchase, as he kept pounding her against the wall.

(Y/n) could feel her release coming closer and closer— and with the loud, pleasured moan that passed her lips, the hand that framed her neck squeezed gently. The action had her eyes rolling into the back of her head, while her mouth fell open in a loud cry. “I… I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Kyōjurō increased the pace and force of his movements at that, dead set on cumming as soon as he felt his lover’s wall clamp down tightly on his cock. He wanted to stay still and savor the feel of her pulsing walls around him, but he kept up with his movements— needing to fill her up with his cum.

“Fuck, take all of it,” He uttered through gritted teeth, burying his cock down to the hilt and shooting ropes upon ropes of his thick cum inside (Y/n). But he didn’t stop there— he still kept up with shallow thrusts, stirring his warm release that coated her walls and were beginning to drip down his balls.

“Thank you, Kyō,” (Y/n) whispered, clearly tired as she let her head fall back against the wall. And, at that, the aforementioned man snaked the hand around her throat up to cup the back of her head— just so he could press the most tender of kisses against her forehead.

“Don’t thank me just yet, my love. We’re far from done.”

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vickylamore · 3 years

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This Park Is Greener Than Others [1]

Lawyer AU, Prosecutor AU, Trial AU, Police AU

TW: Language, Mentions Of Murder, Mentions Of Death, Mentions of Gore, Underlines of Misogyny, Underlines of Sexism and Inappropriate Behaviour

Pairing: Lawyer! Jimin x Prosecutor! Female! Reader

Genre: Enemies To Lovers, Crime/Mystery

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Word Count: 3.7k

[This Park Is Greener Than Others Mini Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Summary: You were given the okay to start your investigation and build your case when a young woman was brutally murdered in a motel room, the main suspect being her ex-boyfriend. You have your suspect, you have your witnesses and you have your evidence. All you have to do now is present your case, right? Of course, it would’ve been easy if a certain Park hadn’t appeared when you got everything figured out. Not only does he bring turmoil to your case but to your heart as well.

Notes: For those who have been following me for a little over seven months... you guys remember me posting this but never finishing it? Cause that’s excaltly what I did. But now, I have some spare time on my hands so why not finish it. It’s been a hot minute since I posted BTS content too. For those who’s read the first chapter, it’s completely different now :) with a new plot and added characters and better writing (ish... it’s like 4 am LMAO). I’ll be tagging @armytinyzenmoa @threeletterslife and @totally-real-bts-quotes because they were in my original tag list. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction and solely fiction. Any of the idols written and mentioned in this series would never take part in these actions, let alone stand by/condone them. The idols mentioned are merely used as characters and in no way am I saying that this is how they act in real life.

This will contain blood, gore, death, injuries and anything else of that sort because we are diving into the “police/trial” world with this fic. Reading is at your own discretion, especially in the next chapters. Again, none of the idols named will never take part in the situations and scenarios, I’m only using them as face claims.

“Doesn’t matter, it shouldn’t even matter what he says. You know better than to take his testimony.”

“But that’s the thing you don’t get,” you spoke into the phone, nodding your head to the person who opened the door for you as you walked into the precinct. “One, we need his testimony in order to know his flawed side of the story,” you shrugged. “Whether we get his testimony or not, the case is pretty much set in stone. Whatever he says won’t change the outcome.”

“You haven’t even talked to him yet.”

“I’m doing so right now,” you chuckled, throwing the empty cup of coffee in the trash. You pressed the phone towards your ear, his voice getting more and more frustrated.

“He isn’t going to budge. The guy isn’t stupid.”

“Maybe,” you nodded, “but he’ll have to talk eventually, whether with me or at the trial. Even if he doesn’t say anything now, there has to be some sort of record of him saying something we can use.”

Walking through the second set of double doors, you were immediately met with the buzzing of cellphones, chatters from various conversations but the television, which was switched to the news channel, was the loudest among all the noise.

“Latest news today; Lim Area, age twenty-three pharmacist and a good samaritan was found dead in an occupied room at the Dark Blues Motel around ten last night. Police have arrested a person at the scene of the crime, no further details have been released to the public. Police are asking anyone with information to come forward or contact crime stoppers.”

“You heard the news,” you asked your partner, settling in line in front of the registration and visitors section.

“Yeah, it’s everywhere, the media doesn’t let us fucking breath,” he agreed with you, “still don’t understand why the court decided to put a rush on this one. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“The court with does what the court wants,” you sighed in defeat, “just means that we need to gather as much info as we can and work our asses off before the trial Monday.”

“Gives us an entire week to prepare. Alright, I’ll see you later.”

Hanging up the call, you immediately felt dozens of eyes land on either your hair, your attire or your badge secured in your dress pants’ front pocket. It’s not like you hated the attention; you were just getting it for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t something you could control, someone either always wanted you for their own advantages or your body, that’s how you feel right now with a couple of hungry eyes roaming you up and down.

The line was long but was shortening rather quickly. The frequent sound of squeaking shoes irked your ears; since it was just raining outside, most didn’t have umbrellas to keep them dry. Thankfully, the sun was now out and brimming through the windows of the department, a dull but bright layer of sunlight shining on the side of your face, highlighting your breathtaking features. You glanced around the lobby of the police division, earning glances from the officers exiting the building. You chuckled under your breath and ran a hand through your hair, a smug grin on your lips.

“In other news, Seoul’s prosecutor’s office releases a new statement in regards to yesterday’s incident with one of their top prosecutors, apologizing for the quoted “misunderstanding”.”

“Next,” the voice that spoke was loud and gruff, yet when you lifted your eyes, you were met with a man younger than you, one you’ve never seen before, waiting impatiently for you to approach the counter. He seemed to ponder on your body a lot longer than the other visitors, who all happened to be male, before clearing his throat. “Reason for your visit?”

“Classified.” You uttered, opening your phone and shooting the sergeant a text. “Just call the head of the department, he knows why I’m here.”

Even if you were here quite frequently, you will never not be mesmerized by the allure of the department; the walls were a light brown-gold colour with the counter being a light black colour, adding lure when looking around. The walking space was vast, understandable since this was one of the biggest precincts in the capital. The walls were decorated with alumni and fallen officers who passed in combat, the rest was decorated with a waiting room were more than thirty people can sit at a time without it becoming crowded.

“Reason for your visit.”

You raised your eyebrows at his awfully harsh tone, “I already said; classified.”

“Miss, don’t make me ask again. Unless you’re registered on the list, I can’t let you in.”

“You must be new here, right?” The man quickly stopped talking, arms folded over his chest. Your fingers typed away the last few words before stuffing your phone in your pocket, alerting your partner that you’d pass by the office later with, hopefully, new information. When you lifted your eyes to look at the rookie, you focused on his name tag. You noticed the small shirt in his eyes at which you rolled your eyes.

“Minhyun, is it?” You leaned onto the counter, taking off your sunglasses and smirked. “Listen, kid, if you looked at the list in front of you and turned to the next page, you’ll see an entire slot that has big bold red letters that scream ‘classified’. I’m on that list, number 500462.”

“A video of one of their top prosecutors, prosecutor Song (Y/n), was released to the public earlier this morning explaining the near scandal she was in early this week.”

Out of all the times the news broadcast could be saying your name, they chose now. The scandal wasn’t even a scandal, you accidentally brushed your hand on a high ranking officer during a charity event and people took it the wrong way. Of course, it cleared up when things were getting out of hand but people were so quick to judge you without hearing what you have to say.

“Oh!” He quickly dropped the piles of paper on the desk, flashing you a smirk, “of course, how could I forget such a well-known detective?”

“Prosecutor.”

He shrugged, “same thing.”

Of course, when you tell people who you are, they’d always change their attitude towards you, just like the male you had the dishonourable pleasure of talking to. Even if you were known and your office was extremely popular for putting numerous criminals behind bars, it gave no one the right to treat you any different and with chivalry.

It was quite annoying and one of the many reasons why you hated travelling from one location to another; not only did you introduce yourself time and time again, people were so quick to change their entire personality as a way to impress you.

“Dinner? Or are you lunch kind of girl?” You clenched your jaw when his hand slid across the counter to touch yours, almost intertwining your fingers together. Pulling your hand back, you gripped your handbag tighter as his smirk grew larger, his green eyes lighting up at your somewhat uncomfortable expression. “Oh, is the prosecutor shy?”

“Yes, actually,” you sighed in a sweet voice as you watched him getting closer, leaning over the desk to listen to your frail and vulnerable voice. “I’m really, really not shy for putting your ass in fucking jail if you don’t stop acting like a sexual predator.” Grabbing the collar of his uniform, you slammed him against the table, picked up a pen behind the counter and signed your name in the visitors’ chart.

“Word of advice,” you whispered into Minhyun’s ear, a twisted innocent smile on your lips. “When you’re talking to anyone, especially to a woman with more power than nearly anyone in this fucking precinct, I’d suggest you not only think about your predatorial words but keep your eyes where I can see them.”

You left the room and made your way towards the detective’s hall, a specific hallway for promoted police officers who finally had the chance of making detective. The multiple gazes on your back made your skin crawl but your face stayed completely blanket, the occasional lip tilt when you head Minhyun groaned when he got up from the desk.

You’ve always wanted to be a prosecutor; to you, putting dangerous people behind bars was one of the most rewarding things someone could do (of course, it depends on what the individual has done). However, you weren’t expecting so much sexism in the work field, especially when someone is fighting for the same goal as everyone else.

You also considered before a detective, so Minhyun wasn’t entire wrong but still acted horribly. Most of the detectives were older, a lot stricter and hardworking individuals who took their jobs seriously. More than you? Maybe, but that was only in some cases. You didn’t even like the older detectives, a lot of them were full of themselves and thought they were the best when in reality, they really were horrible.

Though, you couldn’t say the same about the newest generation.

Your heels clicked on the white tiles as you made it to the end of the blue hall, knocked a few times before opening the door to the room and inviting yourself in. The room had five desks loaded with a computer, a desk, an office chair and stationery. You knew what it was for, they were new recruits. However, only two had nameplates on them.

New blood, much more passionate than the older generation. You knew who some they were, having seen them a couple of times while running errands. They were fairly young too, around the same age you started but still really young to be named detective. To be really technical, however, only two of them are detectives, the rest are still working their way up to that level.

You let yourself into the office and walked straight for the folder lying on one of the desks, sitting on the spinning chair and skimming through the files. They weren’t any case reports of any sort, it was specifically the case of the trial you’ve been appointed to, the one that was happening in less than a week.

Usually, you’d have a minimum of two weeks to work on the witness reports, the examination, gathering the evidence etc. But for some reason, the crown decided to rush this case, giving you less than a week to prepare. You only had today and tomorrow to do your initial investigating before you need to piece together a timeline, gather your evidence and have a listing of your witnesses. It wasn’t stressful, at least to you, but you wondered why it happened so suddenly, why did the court decide to give you such little time?

You started reading the files in the folder, fully immersed in the information you currently have;

The victim (same on mentioned on the news): Lim Aera, 24, pharmacy student.

Description: Back hair, blue eyes, Asian and Caucasian descent, 5”7, 123 lbs.

Killed in a booked room in Dark Blues Motel, right across from the Michelin star restaurant which is famous for its dangerous knives, fire and item throwing skills.

It is believed that the victim’s boyfriend killed her for a reason still unknown.

Forensics concluded that she died between 9:30 pm and 10:00 pm.

The main cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head (instant), signs of strangulation and struggle are shown based on the marks on her neck, ears, wrists, knuckles and ankles, the room was also in a mess when found.

“...he said she walked into here but I don’t see her.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, the door is open.”

The door opened with two pairs of footsteps walked into the room, the door shutting behind them. You didn’t bother glancing at them, only closing the file and getting up, “I’m guessing the sergeant sent you both to bring me towards the suspect.” One of the males nodded his head from which you saw from the corner of your eyes. You shouldn’t leave stuff like this unattended, especially if the door is unlocked. It risks liability if someone ever decided to tamper with the information, alright?”

“Got it, prosecutor.”

You finally looked at the two, your eyes slightly widening to seeing them in their uniforms, looking a lot older than they are. The first one looked slightly younger, only because his eyes looked more innocent than the other, he was slightly taller as well. His black hair was completely different from his partner’s blue hair but somehow created a favourable contrast and a way to differentiate them from each other. The one with blue hair was just shorter than the other but also older, whether it was because of his sharp features or the way he stood, you couldn’t figure it out. Or maybe it was the busted lip. Despite that, they had a friendly feeling to them, a lot less cold and sudden than their first impression of you. You knew they were the new detectives, which would explain the plates on two of the desks.

“Tell me, which one of you is Soobin?” Both men look up, slightly startled by the mention of the leader’s name. You chuckled under your breath while getting up, finding their reaction a little cute. “It says so on the nameplates, so I’m just asking.”

“Oh,” the taller one cleared his throat and stuck his hand out, “I’m Soobin, this is Yeonjun.” You shook his hand when you made your way over to them.

“Heard a lot of the both of you,” you mentioned as you pull your bag further up your shoulder. “Both graduated high school and the academy a few years in advance right? Which is why you guys are detectives now.”

“Yes ma’am,” Yeonjun nodded his head while opening the door, “we’re now waiting for the other three to rank up and we’ll have our unit, or that’s what the boss says.” Humming and thanking the blue-haired male for opening the door for you, you followed Soobin down the hallway towards the interrogation room.

You remembered when you were like them; young and so full of passion and exhilarant. It’s not like you’re saying that you don’t have those anymore but your passion turned into a craze for winning each and every case, it all happened right after your first win. You fell into a downhill spiral of wanting total control of how things were done that you became more and more bossy and snarky when talking to others. You tried to hide it but sometimes it’ll be beyond your own control.

“Do you guys know anything else about the victim?”

“She has a boyfriend,” you nodded despite already knowing the valuable piece of information, “this was only uncovered when we went through her phone, which was unlocked at the scene of the crime.”

“Her phone was already unlocked?” You asked Soobin, “was it planted?”

“We don’t know,” the younger of the two admitted, “whoever did it, whether it was planned or not contributed to the investigation because the last thing she posted on her Instagram was a picture of her and her boyfriend.”

“Who’s in custody right now,” concluded Yeonjun.

When the three of you got to the interaction hallway, Soobin opened a door and you quickly stepped inside, immediately capturing the image of the suspect in Lim Aera’s case as well of Kim Namjoon, sergeant of the department and chief of the new unit of young detective that’ll be forming in some time.

You immediately put your bag on the table and sit on the desk, crossing your legs as you rummage through the folder, rummaging through multiple files before landing on the one you were searching for. “How long have they been talking?”

“About fifteen minutes,” said Soobin, standing in front of the two-way mirror with his arms crossed. “But the guy’s stubborn, really stubborn.”

“I’m not going to ask again and no, it’s not a game.” You heard Namjoon sign from the other side of the room, a speaker connected so you could hear them but they couldn’t you. “I have two of my men see you leaving the scene of the crime with blood on your shirt and hands, not only that but you didn’t comply with their orders. You can come clean right now and I can bargain à tell with the prosecutor taking your case.”

“When he said ‘his men’, what does he means by?”

“Soobin and I are the ones who apprehended him,” Yeonjun answered your question while sitting on top of the table, next to you. He ran a hand through his hair before straightening his blue and black uniform. “We were eating at the Michelin star restaurant across the motel we were walking back to Soobin’s car, we saw this man, the one in there right now, covered in blood.”

Turning towards you, Soobin continued, looking at you through the reflection. “At first, we thought he was hurt until we got a report of a suspect that matched his exact description so we chased him down, fought a little before apprehending him.”

Chuckling, you pointed at Yeonjun’s lip, “Is that why your bottom lip’s busted?”

Before he even responds, a loud thump emitted from the other room, making all your heads snapping to see what was happening.

Kim Taehyung, age twenty-four, the primary suspect in the murder of Lim Aera, aggressively bangs the table at which his cuffed, unable to get up without removing them. Both rookie detectives straighten their posture as you listen in to their conversation.

“I already fucking told you, I didn’t do shit and I didn’t kill her! Why do you think it’s me?”

Taehyung had beautiful blonde hair and bright brown eyes, his face resembling one of a model. His eyes, however, held so much frustration and anger while his neck and ears turn red. The man wasn’t unknown to the system; he had multiple priors and a criminal record as a teenager. Even if he served his time and hasn’t done anything too illegal to put him behind bars again, he does do street racing, is the ringleader of multiple underground and sold pills to struggling teenagers.

Although, that’s what the rumours say. They’re only whispers of what he’s doing now but no one has concrete proof of what he does in his spare time.

“Taehyung,” Namjoon, who was already started to get frustrated, leaning onto the table, chin resting on his knuckles. “You have priors, you have a long record. Do you really think people are going to ignore that, especially since you’re her boyfriend?”

“Ex.”

“What?” You whispered, eyes widening slightly as you took note, “Did he just saw ex?”

With a clenched jaw, Soobin muffled, “yeah.”

“We broke up four months ago,” the young male grumbled under his breath, looking away from the sergeant, “she has a new boyfriend, two months actually, she just never posts about it.”

“Motive.” Talking to yourself, you grabbed your phone and sent a text message to your partner. While doing so, you addressed the detectives, “when this is done, see if you guys can find his Instagram, Twitter or even Facebook. Anything that looks out of the ordinary in the last four months, keep it.”

“Got it, boss,” Soobin nodded while glancing at Yeonjun, “contact his friends too, they might know something we don’t and it might help us later on.”

“I’m going to do that and try to find her boyfriend and bring him in for questioning.”

Both rookies left the room, discussing their plan for the next few hours. You smiled softly, satisfied with the work they’re completing and, at the same time, overviewing the case in order to fix loose ends. You had faith in the two, as well as the three who are waiting to be promoted.

“Do you know why?”

Taehyung was an interesting man; even if he’s saying he’s innocent, he doesn’t want to cooperate with the authorities, which is the last thing anyone should do if they’re one-hundred percent innocent. Is he hiding something? If yes, what? And why? Is it worth it and risk yourself going to jail?

“As if I’m telling you.” Taehyung scoffed under his breath, “I want a lawyer. I already have one so just contact him. I’m not speaking anymore.” You were going to protest that you didn’t get a chance to talk to the suspect yet when Minhyun, the male from earlier, knocked on the door where Namjoon was and informed him that Taehyung’s lawyer just got here.

Even if you did grumble under your breath, perhaps you could talk to his lawyer and strike a deal. It would be challenging, especially if the lawyer is just as stubborn as you or even worse. Whether it included stubbornness or not, you knew that lawyers always wanted the best for their clients. A way to do that is to work with the prosecution and strike the best deal for their client.

You grabbed your bag and walked out the second form to the investigation you, running a tired hand through your hair.

Only for you to stop once you turn to face the entrance and see one person you never expected you’d see again.

His eyes seemed the widen when his gaze fell on you, the very same expression plastered on his face as you clench your jaw, anger clouding your thoughts. He hated even changed a bit, with the exemption of getting taller but you didn’t that you’d go up against him, again.

You didn’t think he’d walk back into you’re life, again.

Not only that but he’s your one-way ticket to hell if you can’t prove that Kim Taehyung is the killer, the one that killed Aera.

Of course, someone has to ruin your plans.

And that someone had to be Park Jimin.

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SKZ Reaction: Size Kink (Small S/O) (NSFW & Fluff)

Request: Yes! (I accidentally deleted it, I'm so dumb at times geez and sorry! But thank you soo much for the request! I really hope this is what you were looking for and that you like it!)

Chan

Smut:

He loved you for you, all of you which includes your body. He never fails to show it either. Whenever you guys are alone he really loves pulling you up to sit between his legs, your head laying against his chest panting while he works one hand into your shorts to rub your clit while the other slides up your shirt and teases your nipples. He loves the way you fit so perfectly on his chest, loves kissing up and down your neck as he whispers praises into your ear. His favorite thing? When you ride him afterwards. He is obssessed with holding your perfectly small hips, caressing your inner thighs and seeing your little breasts bounce.

"Fuck babygirl, you are so beautiful. You look so good on daddy's cock, making him feel so good you know that hmm?"

Fluff:

·He loves doing things for you such as: putting the dishes away after you wash them so you don't have to struggle to put them away, dusting the top shelves, reaching for the blanket that's just out of your reach. It makes him feel so tall and helpful.

·If you allow him, he feels so content just sitting on the sofa massaging your little legs and holding your tiny hands that just dissapear inside of his while you guys watch a movie together. He loves seeing how small your hands are compared to his.

·Gosh if you're a big eater, he would lose his mind! "What? Where does the food even go? How are you so small, baby!" He would laugh so cutely and tease you about it while falling even more in love with you for it. He wouldn't want you to hold back either. If he notices you start eating less he'll immediately question it and ask if you're alright.

·Also, please wear his shirt to bed. He'll never ask or say anything, but when he's able to see his shirt that drops down to your knees he feels so warm and fuzzy inside

Minho

Smut:

Thighs. The best way to describe Minho in this instance is thighs. He enjoys placing you on his thigh and sitting back to watch you work yourself towards your orgasm on it, loves refusing to touch you so you have to wrap your little arms around him. The size difference between his one thigh and your whole body is enough to get him off alone. During sex, he loves thrusting into you as he holds your thighs, finds it so convenient how he can easily part your legs to give him better access. Looping his arms under your knees ans sitting you both up so he can hold you off the mattress while he pumps up into you as your lips interlock and move in perfect sync.

"You're so pliable and small, like a little kitten. Is that you are, hmm? Daddy's little kitten."

Fluff:

·Sometimes when you're cooking he'll come up and stand behind you so he can see how his shadow covers yours and just so he can feel your little back against his chest. It makes him feel protective of you.

·He loves reaching over you in order to grab things. At the market, he would stand behind you placing one hand on your waist as he reaches up to grab something off the top shelf before placing it in your hands and walking away proudly.

·Sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, he enjoys just holding you like a little baby. Sitting you on his lap, hugging your body and laying his chin on your shoulder especially while you guys play games.

·Cuddling is a must. If he isn't allowed to big spoon you nightly, the next morning will be miserable. You can really see a change in his mood. If he's able to hold you in your sleep the night before, the day after he'll be more productive and energetic. If you aren't in his arms the night before his next day will be full of extra sugar in his coffee, grumpy savage Minho who looks sort of like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "I didn't sleep well last night, leave me alone." Would be his reply to everything whenever anyone tries talking to him about anything.

Changbin

Smut:

He has so many favorite positions with you. Holding you against a wall so effortlessly as he fucks you sort of roughly just to hear your moans and feel your body shake against his. Maybe holding you up for some good old fashion mirror sex. Your back against his chest as he holds your knees open spreading your legs out in the air. Him controlling your movements as he works his own hips into yours, nibbling on your ear and neck as he makes you watch how his big dick slides in and out of you so perfectly. Spooning sex. Him as the big spoon, his whole body cupping yours and he holds your breasts and rubs your waist while kissing your shoulders and neck, moving his hips slowly and gently into you. 100% has you wear his shirt afterwards and spoons you to sleep.

"Watch, see how my big cock fits so perfectly inside that tight little pussy of yours like we were meant to be together? You're my perfect fit jagi."

Fluff:

·He for sure teases you in a cute and loving way. He'll hold your car keys/the remote/ECT. Up in the air making you jump for it whenever you don't give him enough attention.

·If he gets jealous in public or with friends around, he'll come up behind you and pull your body against his using one arm and asserting dominance to his friends. If he's had enough of everyone's teasing he'll pick you up bridal style and carry you away. "Me and (y/n) are leaving now!" He'll yell in a baby voice as he runs off with you.

·Low key loves when you're the big spoon sometimes. If he's sick amd wants cuddles, or on other special occasions, he'll crave you holding him from behind. Wants to hold your hands as your arms wrap around his waist, loves when you struggle to fit around him making him laugh a bit. If you kiss his shoulder in this possible he'll feel all warm and blushy.

·Caretaker: he'll brush and dry your hair after a shower, loves laying on the ground with his legs crossed as he paints your toe nails. Rubbing your back as you sleep on his chest and caring for you while you're sick are both nesessaties. You're just so small and precious he can't help but want to cuddle and adore you.

Hyunjin

Smut:

Recieving a blow Job from you? Anytime, anywhere, yes please! Seeing your small frame on the floor resting on your knees turns him on so much! Seeing your tiny little hand wrap around his thick shaft drives him crazy. When you kitten lick his cockhead and stretch your lips around his length he goes blank in his head losing all his senses over you. He may get so lost in it he'll pull at your hair and push you down further causing you to choke on him which would only turn him on more. My oh my would he return the favor however. He loves eating you out, putting his lick lips to use against your core. Being able to easily toss your legs over his shoulders as he eats you out/pounds you into the mattress makes everything so much better and more enjoyable. Let him kiss on your breasts and hold your hands and you'll be in paradise with him.

"Fuck you turn me on so much. I can never get enough of you, you're just so perfect."

Fluff:

·He enjoys showering with you. Just laughing behind you as he watches you struggle to get the shampoo off the rack. After you glare at him he'll happily take the bottle and wash your hair for you managing quite easily givin your height.

·Shopping is never a problem with him. He'll get you whatever you can't reach, happily carry your bags, even squat down so he help you try on shoes. Loves how even when he's bent down on the floor as you sit on the bench, he still manages to be taller/bigger than you are.

·When you're sitting on the sofa pouting after an argument or even while you just try to watch tv Hyunjin will randomly appear in front of you, leaning over down to your height level asking "you okay?" "My pouty baby looks so adorable like this!" "Where's (y/n) I can't find her!" As he moves side to side 'searching' for you. "She's so small the couch must've eaten her up!" He'll insist.

·During an argument, he's unable to stay serious. When you cross your arms and stomp your foot he'll burst out laughing. He'll mimic and copy you, making the same facial expression just in an exaggerated way. He'll shrug his crossed arms over his chest with a loud 'hmph' as he stomps his foot the same way you did. It'll make him laugh more uncontrollably. "You are so cute, I can't take this seriously." He'll mimic you again even as you storm off annoyed while he still laughs.

Han/Jisung

Smut:

He loves seeing you all dressed up for him. Whether you're in lingerie that shows off your little curves, small figure or just in a special outfit you're wearing for only him, it doesn't matter. He loves it! He will tease you through it as well. Like, he'll lay you down on the bed and rub your thighs, using his thumb to rub figure eights on your hip slowly taking said thumb and slipping it under the hem of your underwear/bottoms. He may chuckle a bit and comment about how big his hands look on you and asking if they feel good. He would get off on you touching yourself in front of him as well! Seeing your small fingers work themselves in and out of yourself as you moan and whine would be enough to get his engine reving all night long! He could watch you on repeat for hours. But he'll eventually give him and take over, making sure to kiss all over your body in the process giving all of you attention.

"Aw look at you baby. You look so good like that, do you feel good? Like it when you touch yourself for me, or would you prefer my long fingers instead? Able to hit all those sweet spots you can't reach right baby?"

Fluff:

·He love, love, LOVES helping you get dressed! Picking out your clothes with you in the morning, being able to choose the perfect pair of jeans that'll show off your assets in the most pleasing way. Laughing as he (not so) patiently waits for you to put on a runway show for him wearing all the outfits he picked out for you.

·Holding you. While you're eating, watching tv, playing games, at home, in public, it does not matter. If you're sitting you're sitting in his lap cause that's where you fit best (according to him.) Also he could carry you for hours! Loves holding you on his back as you walk around the fair or park. Loves when you point at things that excite you catching his attention. He just wants you close to him at all times.

·He will squat down to your level, beside you whenever your sad. He'll hold your hands and let you bury yourself in his big chest. He would even carry you and rock you like a baby in these moments.

·Teasing! He will block all the doorways using his body so that he can see you struggle to get past him before using your smolness to your advantage slipping past. Loves making jokes about your size then getting scared and hiding from you. If you playfully hit him he wouldn't even mind cause it's just so cute. He also randomly picks you up over his shoulder just to smack your ass since he can but that's only when he's feeling brave.

Felix

Smut:

Felix would use his deep voice to his advantage again you in bed no doubt. Things would start with you on your back, him eating you out like you're his last meal as his hands explore your body before he decides to sit up and have his way with you. He'd be very vocal, commanding you to turn around for him. Seeing your small frame doggy style and spread open for him was a kink for him in ways one could never imagine. At first he would try to be slow, gently rocking his hips into yours as he helps you bend your back, tracing his fingers and lips down your spine before he can't help it anymore. He would pound harder, deeper, faster, squeezing your hips and pulling your body back against his, your size making this almost too easy for him. The next morning your thighs and lower body in general would be so sore you can't walk. Oh but don't worry, he'll care for you. He'll massage out your cramps, apologize for being to rough in the most romantic and gentle way possible. Lives for kissing on your thighs and cuddling you into his chest the morning after.

"I said turn around angel, ass up, good job. That's a good girl."

Fluff:

·Just holding your hand is enough to make him feel mature and like a superhero. While you guys are out hiking/walking/at the park ECT. He'll automatically hold your hand. He also does this when you guys are crossing the street. You're his precious Angel and he would never let you get hurt.

·His favorite thing is being able to look down at you when he talks or even just listens to you talking. It brings a genuine smile to his face every time.

·When you sit in his lap during video games/movies the first thing he recognizes is that he can still see over you without you even having to bend over and slouch for him. He'll hold you like a teddy bear all cuddly like the whole time you're sat on him.

·Cooking with him would be a blast, he'd sprinkle flour in your hair then laugh ''sorry, maybe if you were higher up (taller) it wouldn't hit your head. Not my fault you're short babe!" But if you did the same to him he would act/get all heart broken and insecure about it. Being next to you makes him feel like he's 6th tall and he low-key really likes that.

Seungmin

Smut:

Why wear his shirt after sex when you can wear it during? The way you look extra small in one of his long sleeved shirts, your sweater paws tapping his chest as he speeds up his pace hitting your sweet spot head on. He likes missionary position best, or spooning face to face so he can watch your reactions. Also because he loves the way his body towers over yours. He would suck hickeys onto your neck/collar bones, the way they look as you deep breath makes it impossible for him to resist. If you wrap your legs around him, his; waist, legs, hips, back, neck/shoulder, doesn't matter, he will lose all self control. If you don't wrap yourself around him, he'll take your knee, and wrap your leg around him himself.

"You're so tiny, look at that. It's ok princess, I'll take care of you." As he grunts and gets closer to his orgasm.

Fluff:

·One of his favorite places to take you is the library. You will never know how much he enjoys being able to grab out of reach books for you. He also thinks you're stunning when you sit down and curl up with a good book. You just look very innocent and adorable.

·Ice cream dates are a must. He gets to give you his jacket when you get too cold, allowing him to see your little frame in his denim jacket that fits him perfectly yet eats you up. He also really likes how your arms look when you're holding your food up. They just look fragile and delicate in a very cute way.

·Sweater paws! When you wear oversized sweaters/hoodies and start hitting him with the sleeves, he gets such a pure and heavenly wholesome feeling inside. Like he can hear Angels singing just seeing you in a bigger shirt.

·You are his Goddess and he lives for seeing you in white. Wearing a white dress walking through a garden, you're slim legs catching his ever wandering eyes. He wouldn't trade you in for anything.

Jeongin/I.N.

Smut:

Low-key can really see him being into car sex. Having you laid out in the backseat, your legs spread for him. The way you don't even struggle to fit in the small space of the car is so entertaining to him. Like if you were to reach up to hold the back of the seat, your arm fully extends just to reach it. He finds that so cute. But he prefers you holding his back more. Likes it when you scratch up his back and bit his shoulder as he holds your lower back off the seat and up against his body instead. His legs and his body slipping and rocking the whole car, just so he can rock into you a pleasurable pace. Meanwhile your legs wrapped around his hips, your ankles wrapped around each other behind his back as you cling to him like a koala. He gets off at the fact he barely has to fuck up into you and your whole body rocks. If you were to run your foot across the back of his thigh he wouldn't even mind cause all he can think of is how small it is compared to him. He's able to manhandle you and you let him. Nothing could be better!

Fluff:

·He calls you his 'little lady' in a teasing yet sweet way. If you're pouty or sick he'll "I'll take care of you little lady, trust me. You'll be feeling better in no time!" He also calls you that in front of other people shamelessly.

·Ruffling your hair, holding you back playfully with one arm whenever you run to him for cuddles, even picking you up and spinning you around like an airplane when he's bored all all things he loves.

·When you guys play hide and seek he always gets amazed at the places you're able to hide yourself. Like under the sofa, in the pantry, behind/under the laundry bin. He is jaw dropped and impressed.

·He likes taking you to the beach/swimming. Loves racing you in the sand and calling you 'turtle' when you're behind him cause you can't run as fast. Has fun picking you up and tossing you in the water when you complain about not wanting to get in but also wanting to swim at the same time. He just has alot of fun teasing you and loving you at the same time.

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barnesbabee · 4 years

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Drunk In Love || K.H

Summary: Drunk nights make mistakes, but who’s to say drunk nights can’t fix mistakes?

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Words: It’s lenghty this one

Genre: Double Smut, Angst, Fluff

⚠ praising, spanking, alcoholism ⚠

A/N: My mom saw a pic of Hongjoong and says he was good looking. Hongjoong stans we stay winning. Also as you may notice, that’s right, I fucking hate MAMA. All hail 2015 G-Dragon MAMA diss. Enjoy xx💖

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Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the desperation or some sort of mutual attraction that had unknowingly lingered between the two of you for far too long, but the second you stepped in the room something clicked with Hongjoong.

A bunch of well-known idols reunited after a MAMA event to celebrate and let out their frustrations after that dog-shit show, and you happened to be invited as ATEEZ's plus one. You worked in KQ as an assistant, and the boys grew to like you after seeing how hard you worked for everyone under the label, so they figured it would be fair.

Hongjoong had never seen you or thought about you like that, but God, that wine-colored dress suited you like it had been specially designed for your body. His eyes were glued to your figure at all times, and after a couple more shots, it became unbearable to just stand and watch.

The male approached you, loving the way how he finally towered over someone, and confidently placed his hands on your hips as his chest made contact with your back.

"Honour me with a dance?" He sheepishly asked in your ear.

You turned around to see who it was, and you were pleasantly surprised. Out of the eight boys, Hongjoong was the one you least expected to have an approach like this. You finished the rest of your drink in one gulp and placed your hands on his biceps.

"Why of course." You sang in his ear and smirked.

He dragged you to the dance floor and pulled you closer by the waist. His hands felt you up and down and made sure to apply some pressure on the sides of your ass.

"You look so good Y/N, so fuckable."

You perked up your ass and pressed against his growing hard-on, earning a groan from the male.

Everything from then on was a blur. You remember dragging him to the men's bathroom and locking the door of the small room. You remember having him push against the stall's door and messily pulling up your dress while working on the purple marks you now had on your neck. And you certainly remembered the way he pounded you against the public bathroom's door and made you yell his name.

All of that hit you like a truck the morning after, when you woke up sprawled on your bed, still with the previous night's dress on and missing your panties. You felt like shit, and looked like it. Your makeup was smeared all over your face and your hair looked like it hadn't been brushed since last week, but what surprised you the most were the hickeys on your neck. Your fingers trailed along the purple marks as you examined them in the mirror.

"No... no, no, no!"

You gripped your hair in desperation and tears fell down your eyes. You didn't want this, you didn't need this. As you rummaged through your head to try and find who could you possibly have had sex with the previous night, and image of Hongjoong biting his lip as he caressed your breasts flashed on your mind.

You sunk to the floor and exhaled. At least you knew who it was... But you liked all of them so much, you didn't want any awkwardness. You didn’t want a wave of tension wandering in the room everytime you and Hongjoong were together. You immediately searched for your phone, half-expecting a message from the older boy, however, there was nothing. So maybe he didn't remember the night at all and nothing would change!

That theory quickly washed down the drain the next day when you arrived work. The second you locked eyes with Hongjoong a million words were silently spoken. His breath quickened at the sight of your body, he wanted to talk to you, he wanted to apologize, he wanted to make it up to you, but he didn't dare to do so... He cowered every time he looked at your doubt-filled eyes.

He couldn't stop thinking about you, about your body, about the way you felt... And soon after he couldn't stop thinking about your smile, the way you laughed, the way your face scrunched up whenever you entered the practice room that constantly smelled like sweat, and how small you seemed, which made him want to protect you from any harm.

Hongjoong wasn't sure how much longer he could go without hugging you and hearing you call his name. God, he missed the playful way his name left your lips... He felt so insanely sorry he couldn't make himself go talk to you.

But so did you. You kept wondering, why didn't he talk to you? Maybe he was embarrassed, maybe he regretted it and maybe he thought that the whole night had been a huge mistake. Those thoughts kept you up at night for days, drowning in your own tears and biting down on your pillow. Only you knew how much you missed his beautiful smile and his sweaty arms wrapping around your figure when you brought them coffee mid-practice.

It was slowly destroying you both, and feelings you never thought existed were now as clear as day, and the two of you hated that you had only realized it in this situation. You only realized you loved each other when it was too late.

It was another tardy, hopeless night when you arrived home. The second you sat down on your couch however, you realized you'd accidentally brought home a couple of files that absolutely should not be sitting on your coffee table.

"Fuck..." You groaned and rolled your eyes.

You told yourself you'd go there the next day and deliver them, but after a couple of beers you started feeling guilty. You huffed and dragged yourself out of your bed. You put on a jacket and grabbed the files, lazily making your way to the KQ Headquarters. You quickly put them where they were supposed to be and headed back home. That was, until you heard a couple sobs and sniffles, coming from behind a door that you knew far too well.

You stopped in front of it, debating if you should open it or not. Ultimately, you decided to push it open. The sight in front of you wasn't pretty: Hongjoong was curled up on the floor, head tilted back resting against the wall and tears falling down his cheeks. Hongjoong's face was red and swollen from all the crying, and you never thought you'd be sad by seeing his face. Around him were scattered bottles of numerous alcoholic drinks and a wave of guilt washed over you.

You carefully knelt beside the man and stroked his cheek, trying to wipe as many tears as you could. He lazily rolled his head over, to look at you.

"Y/N?... Is it really you or am I a little too drunk."

"Both, actually."

He giggled at your joke, as if he was a little kid and you couldn't help but smile.

"Hongjoong, what's going on?"

He immediately became defensive and moved your hand away from his face.

"Nothing."

You sighed and rolled your eyes at the man in denial.

"Hongjoong, something is clearly not okay, please tell me what happened."

Hongjoong only shook his head and averted your eyes.

"Nothing, nothing has happened."

"Hongjoong please don't lie-"

After pushing him ot speak, he violently stood up, balled up his fists beside his body and sobbed once more. You followed him, also standing up.

"You happened! Okay!? I-I can't stop thinking about you after that night! I can't stop thinking about your body, and the way you move, and the way you smile, and the way you are! And it kills me! It kills me that I've realized it too late and I can't stand myself because..." He had been yelling up until now, but suddenly his expression softened, and his lower lip quivered as he struggled to say the last few words. “Because it might just have been too late..."

You only noticed you had been crying when a sob escaped your lips. You approached Hongjoong and grabbed his hands.

"I've been torturing myself over the same thing."

Hongjoong looked you in the eye after the confession, as if you had just spoken nonsense.

"Hongjoong I... I kept thinking that you avoided me because you regretted that night, because you wanted to forget it. You have no idea how much I've missed you but I was afraid you'd shut me down."

"Y/N I would never do that. I'm so sorry I made you think like that, but I was scared. I was scared that for some reason you hated me. And I'm sorry we did that, you know, in a filthy place like a public bathroom."

Hongjoong pulled you closer and embraced your body. You reciprocated the gesture, taking in the feeling you had missed for far too long.

"It's okay Joong, the parts I remember I seemed to be enjoying."

Hongjoong chuckled and stroked your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo.

"Is that so?" He pulled away, looking at you with a silly face, to express his disbelief.

You nodded your head, and a blush crept on your face as you remembered the dirty things you'd done and the filthy sounds you made. Clearly Hongjoong had revisited the memories as well, since you could now feel something poking at your hip. As if you had read each other's minds, both of your stares moved down to your lips, and soon after you connected them.

Although the taste of alcohol lingered on Hongjoong's tongue, the kiss you shared was sweet, and left you craving for more. The desperation for his touch showed when you brought his hands down to squeeze your ass.

He sat down on his chair and pulled you into his lap, giving you the perfect opportunity to grind down onto him. He moaned onto the kiss and grabbed your ass once more.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Hongjoong asked, worried he'd be pushing you to do something you didn't want.

You ran your hand down his body and stopped at his crotch. You gave his hard-on a squeeze, which immediately got a moan out of him, and smirked.

"Does this answer your question?"

Hongjoong gave you a dirty smile in response and pulled your lips back to his. His hands undid the tie on your sweatpants and pulled them down along with your underwear with one swift move. Hongjoong pressed his thumb against your clit and played with it for a second, before your hands found their way to his jeans and stripped him from them.

You moved your hips against his, so your bare pussy teased his hard cock, as your lips bit on his neck. Once he realized what you were doing he interjected.

"Hey! No hickeys!"

You pulled away from his neck and pointed at your own, that still had traces from his love bites.

"Payback is a bitch."

He laughed at you and shook his head.

"I'll get you for that one..:" He told you ominously.

"Oh yeah? And how will you do that?"

He entered you swiftly and without a notice, and you had to muffle a very loud moan by burying your head in the crook of his neck while biting down on his shoulder.

Hongjoong slapped your ass, then grabbed it and helped you move up and down on his cock. Your lips met his as the pace picked up and became more violent.

It was honestly a surprise to you, and you would've never seen it coming, but Hongjoong liked it harsh and messy, just like you.

He spanked your ass once more and jerked his hips up to meet the pace. His jaw was clenched as he was set on making you cum first. His fingers found your clit, and at some point you couldn't handle it anymore and just let the dirty praises and moans leave your mouth.

"I'm almost Hongjoong..."

"I'm almost there too princess, I wanna see you cum, you look so pretty..."

Those words threw you over the edge and your eyes rolled back into your skull as you came, moaning Hongjoong's name.

Hongjoong climaxed right after hearing his name, allowing his cum to fill up your walls.

Neither of you moved, you just sat there embraced, hoping these moments would soon turn into a happily ever after.

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minhomas-tmr · 3 years

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The Stars Don’t Know Shit, My Friend - Chapter 5

Thomas stumbled into someone as he was pushed. All he got knowing Minho came through as well, was a subtle brush to his back. The room was surprisingly still packed, but not as much as before he supposed. Most importantly, it appeared Teresa had left.

From the hint his now boyfriend provided, Thomas had a fair idea of what Minho had in mind and it sent a pleasant thrill down his spine. First things first.

He made his way through the crowd looking for his friends, having to pass by a couple archways in his search, which predictably got him some taps and for the most part, he ignored it.

Thomas acknowledged number 16 though, turning towards her. She was fairly pretty to say the least, but he noticed they weren’t even directly under a mistletoe. How had he missed this? No wonder Minho had been pissed… Blinking the thought away, Thomas tried to make out the words through the loud music. His frown must have given away his displeasure however, because she withdrew the hand still on his shoulder.

“Yeah, can I help you?” he said. The girl stammered a lot trying to come up with an excuse of stopping him in between arches. Come to think of it…many of the mistletoe had disappeared. Maybe Newt’s thing had been achieved?

Just then he spotted Rachel. “I have to go.”

Thomas pushed through the crowd, feeling at least five more taps before he reached his friend. He included them in his count anyways. As soon as she spotted him, Rachel marched over.

“Really?!” Hands on her hips, she frowned at him.

“I got held up,” Thomas shrugged. To be fair, Minho had held him up—against the wall—though he doubted Rachel would appreciate that definition. The memory must have warmed his cheeks because his friend’s mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious!! Thomas that’s so irresponsible!…what if—“

“Hey, Teresa isn’t here right? So I’m good,” he shot her his winning smile.

“You’re staying aren’t you?” Rachel’s shoulders sagged, knowing she’d have to sneak back to the tower on her own. If she’d known once Thomas started thinking with his dick, he turned into a shit best friend? She’d have protested his ‘activities’ a little more.

Like he could ready her thoughts, Thomas grinned as he walked away from her. “I believe in you!” And that’s when it happened.

“Hi,” said a voice husked in his ear. Thomas spun around coming face to face with Minho. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. “Number?” That prompted a response.

“Seventeen.” He hardly had to whisper, what with the murmur of the crowd around them. Before either could say anything, another voice called out.

“Minho!” Minho and Thomas turned towards Newt, who was radiating with happiness. Minho raised an eyebrow, a silent question, which Newt answered with a wide smile.

“What is it?” Thomas looked between the two of them, getting a ping of..fuck what was that feeling? Getting impatient Thomas repeated himself, only louder, “What is it?!”

“What do you think?” Newt said smugly as he passed them, pushing Minho towards Thomas purposely so he stumble into him, sandwiching Thomas between his boyfriend (heh) and the wall. He was only too familiar with the position and fuck, his knees turned weak as Minho’s pupils dilated.

“So you gonna kiss me or what?” he breathed against pink lips, just before they slotted in with his. He fought a whimper and failed miserably when Minho’s tongue slipped into his mouth in a wet, claiming kiss.

The sound probably got drowned out by the suddenly too loud Christmas music, but Thomas could literally feel the waves of satisfaction coming off Minho as he growled low, pressing Thomas firmly against the wall.

He may have pulled the Slytherin harder to him. His hands may have found their way into Minho’s hair. He may have parted his legs in subtle invitation.

Minho didn’t take the bait though.

“Public, remember?” Smugness still radiated off him, “Besides…thirteen more to go.” And then he was gone. Thomas sagged against the wall beside the pillar he’d been smushed against, trying to get his breathing under control.

Suddenly, he realized he had an audience. Two girls were staring wide eyed at him, before looking at each other.

“Wow. Harriet, take notes,”

“I ship it!” the other girl giggled, staring after Minho, who parted the crowd with ease. Thomas noticed him getting taps too. Minho didn’t even react and warmth curled in Thomas’ chest.

“Are you finally together now?” the shorter one asked, eyes sparkling.

“Um..” Thomas found he didn’t want to outright lie about his relationship so he was stuck on what to say, just looking at her stupidly. Then her words struck him. “Finally?”

She rolled eyes, and shook her light blonde hair in exasperation. “The staring? In the Great Hall? You do know the Hufflepuff table is between, right?” Thomas blushed crimson. Maybe him coming out to the school wouldn’t be a complete surprise…

“Like I said,” the one still giggling came up closer too, “I ship it. Come on Sonya!! We just got here! Alby finally arrived so Newt’s only kept quarter of the mistletoe!”

She confirmed what he had suspected which..Shit! Newt might take them all down and if that was the case…Thomas may have to purposely bump into people just to get their attention, just to turn them down. Every countdown reaching one, sent a thrill through him. Minho must be watching because as soon as he reached 30, Minho appeared again.

Minho holding him in the middle of the archway made Thomas warm all over, arousal skyrocketing. Here, they were much more visible, and this time *he* was the one to crash his lips against Minho’s, biting his bottom lip hard before demanding more. More contact. More kisses.

They were just them now and he was free to do this, “Washroom. Now!” he growled and walked away.

No sooner had Thomas turned into the hallway leading away, that Minho pushed him into an available washroom.

Thomas' hands roamed everywhere, bodily pinning Minho to the tiled wall, fingers sinking through the Slytherin’s soft hair as they kissed. A big change from their previous dynamic, but Thomas surprised himself, loved this freedom.

A hand sneaked between them and Thomas’ head fell forward, feeling Minho rub over his pants. The lack of underwear and the fact he’d just come, made Thomas push away.

“Sensitive,” he whimpered into Minho’s mouth as an explanation. In response, Minho slide his hands under Thomas’ thighs, lifting him easily onto the counter to remind him where else he was sensitive, the burn on his tender backside making him whine.

“Selfish little tease aren’t you,” Minho bit his bottom lip, sucking on it and that just rocketed his arousal higher, body naturally reacting to the ministrations. “So demanding, I’ll just have to open you up gently then. Maybe that’ll teach you some patience,”

“Minho don’t you dare!!”

“Hey, if our first time as ‘just us’ is going to be in a public washroom because you’re so impatient to get dicked, then you are going to endure my demands too.”

Thomas whined petulantly again, and Minho pecked him on the lips as if that would placate him. He’d experienced Minho taking his time before. At least this time he didn’t have a cock ring on.

Then all of a sudden Minho froze and stepped away.

“W-what are you doing?” Thomas asked confused, missing his boyfriend’s body heat instantly.

“I just..I didn’t even ask if you wanted to top? I mean—since it’s our first time and all, we can swit—“

“Minho just ‘dick’ me already! Or tease me or whatever the fuck you were planning okay?” Minho still looked conflicted, so Thomas took a deep breath and pulled him closer. They were still clothed, so small mercies.

“I think you know we’re not going to be able to not be how we’re used to. When it comes to sex, cuffed or not, I’m always going to be a needy lil’ shit and you’re gonna be the one to put me in my place. Okay?” Minho’s mouth dropped open in surprise and Thomas grinned, pleased at the reaction. “Just seeing you in a hallway accidentally turns me on…And I’m not complaining.”

“You’re so hot when you’re that eager,” he flicked Thomas’ pant button open one handedly, and yanked it down and off. Thomas slipped out of his shoes without being told. “Always ready for a good time, huh?”

“Yes,” Thomas licked his lips, bucking his hips forward until Minho grabbed them, stilling his movements, “please?”

“I’m sure you can do better than that, since you’re apparently ‘oh so desperate’,” the mischief was back in his eyes.

“Minho, don’t tease! You promised if I said no to them, you would give it to me!”

“That’s true,” Minho tugged Thomas’ shirt signalling wanting it off, and just like that, Thomas was completely bare but when Minho went to undress himself, he was stopped.

“What?”

“Can..ahh, can you leave your clothes on?” Thomas blushed furiously, as his boyfriend’s heated gaze traveled down his body.

“You’re the kinkiest fucker I’ve ever met, Thomas,” Minho shook his head, but obliged him, kissing Thomas’ nose gently when he was pulled forward. Then without warning, he slipped a lubed finger into Thomas’ puckered hole.

“Shit, Minho,” Thomas hissed, surprised.

“You should know,” Minho started conversationally, working Thomas open at a glacial pace. “I really haven’t soundproofed, so you might want to keep it down huh?”

“What!! Nononono Minho that’s no-not—“

“That’s not completely hot? Because this is saying otherwise,” Minho flicked Thomas’ hard cock, that was already leaking precome despite his recent orgasm.

Thomas bit his lip hard, trying to stop pleasured gasps from escaping, which only encouraged Minho to tease him harder. The threat was real so he was about to plead again, when Minho found his prostrate and a shout escaped him, mortifying him, “I ca..ant. Please, you’re wand..use your wand!”

“My wand? You’ll get my wand when I’m satisfied with opening you up…” he growled in Thomas’ ear and he shuddered, fisting his hands on Minho’s shirt like it would save him from the humiliation of being found out if he couldn’t keep quiet.

Then Minho did something surprising; he placed the wand in question on the opposite side of the marble sink Thomas sat on, “There you go. Soundproof it yourself if you’re so worried.”

Thomas blushed and sent Minho a pleading look. The bastard was actually gonna do this to him? The slow romantic song was playing in the party room on low volume, almost felt like it was mocking him—any sounds he made would easily be heard, and if there’s one thing he’d learned about himself being with Minho, he was loud.

“Please!” Thomas whispered in frustration as Minho lightly brushed his prostrate but mostly avoided it all together. He never realized what a difference a command made versus self-will. Being ordered to make no noise was nothing in comparison to the threat of exposing himself if he was too loud. — Minho smirked, watching Thomas’ conflicting face. He wasn’t one to push a kink, so if Thomas did end up using the wand, the Ravenclaw knew Minho would still torture him by gently fingering him open.

They’d maybe slow-dance, maybe leave the party room and find a corridor not filled with judgemental portraits, as Thomas went to his knees. But that’s it—sexual fun times at least. Minho was an endless romance novel.

If Thomas chose not to play at all tonight, they could always try it some other time. This was easy in comparison because they didn’t have immediate company close by, but that wasn’t what this was about, was it?

No..no..this was a deliberate move, getting Thomas to decide his privacy level. It was about admitting it: his desperation, his need to get fucked and his choosing of not soundproofing the room when given the opportunity.

“Please,” Thomas quietly begged again. “I’ve been good.” It was humiliating, but that was the whole point.

“I already told you,” Minho gestured nonchalantly to his wand, slicking up another finger with plenty of lube within Thomas’ line of sight, just to provide next to no friction as he eased them inside, thumbing the head of Thomas’ leaking cock simultaneously.

Minho smirked inwardly, an idea coming to mind. He picked up his wand making it look as though taking pity on Thomas, that a look of relief crossed Thomas’ face. He reacted too quickly. Poor baby.

“Going once.” Minho stared straight into Thomas’ wide eyes, when he realized—

“Going twice.” Watching Thomas admit it, albeit silently, turned him on so much.Thomas opened and closed his mouth, trembling at being taunted like this. It was absolutely delicious the way his face reddened, looking at the wand but didn’t move. Didn't move a muscle.

Even when Minho whispered softly, slowly tucking it away. “Gone.”

“What now?” Thomas had barely stuttered those words out, when Minho zeroed in hard on Thomas’ prostrate and he moaned loud, hurriedly cut off by slapping a hand over his mouth.

“Fuck, this isn’t slo—“ Minho jabbed his prostrate again.

“Oh baby, you should have taken it,” Minho said casually, as though he wasn’t driving Thomas insane with on and off stimulation, punishing him for mouthing off. “Please,” Thomas trembled against Minho, shirt clutched tightly in his grasp, as he panted into his shoulder.

“Please what, Thomas? You’re the one that wants this party to know how slutty you are.” Minho said. Thomas cried out into his shoulder, undecided if he wanted to back away from Minho’s fingers or push forward to get them deeper. “Ohh..you want more?”

“Yes..n-no I—Minho I can’t!!”

“Yeah, I understand where you’re coming from,” Minho timed it perfectly, finding his prostrate again and circling it slowly, giving continued but light stimulation on the word *coming*, smirking as Thomas arched back, failing to hold back a whimper, trembling as he wrapped his arms around Minho’s broad shoulders.

“I know you can be quieter than this…” Minho said voice low, “which can only mean you want to be heard. You want to be heard begging and crying, and whining to cum. Such an upstanding student you are.”

Using his other hand, he wrapped a hand around Thomas’ still sensitive erection and jacked it off slowly, watching for Thomas' tell-tale signs, until Thomas gasped wetly, shaking against him, right on the edge..the edge—

Suddenly he withdrew his fingers and hand from Thomas’ cock. Thomas stared wordlessly in shock as his dick pathetically ejaculated, but with none of the mind numbing pleasure attached to it. Minho had actually ruined it—left Thomas horny and so so needy.

Thomas burst out crying, mindlessly begging, fighting so hard to not to be too loud. He had no idea what he was saying, just that the energy which had been building under the surface with Minho’s endless teasing—was still frustratingly there but no relief in sight.

The need being too high, Thomas thoughtlessly grabbed Minho’s fingers to move in him again, even though he knew it wouldn’t do anything but drive himself crazy. Minho couldn't hold his amusement in any longer, eyebrows raised as Thomas' cock bobbed at his gaze, even as he whimpered humiliated.

“Look at you, so desperate for anything aren’t you, baby?” Thomas didn’t respond and keened high when Minho grabbed his hair, yanking his head back, “Aren’t you?” he repeated louder, and Thomas blubbered his agreement immediately.

“Get down.” Minho commanded, and on wobbly legs Thomas obeyed, feeling shame eat at him even more as his painfully hard and exposed cock, brushed against Minho’s clothes—Minho who looked poised and perfectly composed while he probably looked like a wreck.

“Turn around, hands on the mirror.”

Thomas swallowed hard. It was one thing imagining what he looked like while being fucked and another actually seeing Minho destroying his sanity while he was ordered to watch. Because he knew his Dom was sadistic enough that he’d get Thomas to watch.

But Minho was hitting all his buttons tonight and he was in heaven and hell for it. Despite knowing it was useless, Thomas begged anyways, “Please, please no,”

Minho smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile.

Thomas bodily shuddered as Minho’s palms trailed lightly on his sides, before reaching his hips, spinning him around abruptly and Thomas held himself on the counter just in time. Describing Thomas as a wreck was a huge understatement and his red bitten lips trembled at the sight, knowing by the time Minho was done with him, he’d look..look..

“Cock-drunk,” Minho promised darkly, as though he could read his mind, fingers grazing his hole but not giving him what he wanted. He gulped and placed his hands on the mirror, willing his legs not to give out. He could tell Minho was trying not to outright laugh at his pathetic attempt at composure, eyes noticing his cock twitch, and knew with certainty—his sadistic boyfriend was gonna make him scream. — His boyfriend was beautiful in his submission, this level of trust was one Minho would never forget. He pressed himself against Thomas’ back, making him hyper aware of their power imbalance, the course texture of his clothes rubbing on Thomas’ still bruised ass. Given Thomas’ embarrassed face, Minho knew he was super aware of it too.

“Love it when you’re on display for me,” he whispered in his ear, as he twisted Thomas’ nipples, a finger running down the length of Thomas’ cock, getting another jerk as Thomas moaned low, head tipped back onto Minho’s shoulder.

He allowed him that brief reprieve, looking forward to destroying whatever illusion Thomas had of his dignity—made all the more delicious with his given consent.

“Minho,” Thomas whispered.

“Yes, baby?”

“Cock, please..?” his voice was soft, pleading like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to talk.

Thomas tended to sink fast, so Minho didn’t remind him that regular rules didn’t apply this time. They were scening sure, but they weren’t scening per se, but still he didn’t dare break that mindset. By his tone though, Minho would say his boyfriend was on board for whatever he’d planned next.

“You’re asking for cock? Still think your little cock is of importance, I see,” he flicked Thomas’ hard-on with more force this time, making him buck his hips as pleasure ripped across his body. Thomas shook his head frantically, but Minho flicked it three more times just for fun. “What then? Want my cock?”

“Yes, I—I want to please you. I need..I need to please you, please?”

Minho raised his eyebrows unimpressed when their eyes met through the mirror, “You better be able to do better than that, if you want my cock.”

Thomas’ head dropped to hide his red face. Fuck. Knew what he had to say in order to get what he wanted. It made him deliriously horny. “Want to be used. Want you to use me, please? Please use me…”

“Is my little toy feeling empty already? My slutty bitch gonna make yourself useful finally?” Minho unzipping his pants sounded so loud in the small washroom. Thomas went bright red at the reminder and degrading words but nodded anyways. “Go on then,”

Minho rolled his eyes when Thomas looked confused “Are you expecting me to help you? Put my cock in, and keep those asscheeks spread for me.” Minho smirked as Thomas became unable to keep eye contact. Hand shaking, he guided Minho’s hard cock into his well prepped hole, moaning loudly at the feeling of being so full.

Being inside Thomas felt amazing, Minho was determined to offer the same and drive Thomas crazy with lust. He snapped his hips forward, the action pushing Thomas against the counter, arms shaking as Minho hit his prostrate at every thrust.

Thomas’ jaw hung slack at the overstimulation. His hands still holding himself open, he had no hope to disguise his pleasured sounds and Minho looked on with satisfaction, but you know what would be better?

“Don’t drop your eyes or there will be consequences,” Minho’s pace quickened, Thomas’ hole was so tight, it felt so good, as he watched Thomas watch himself, have to use his stomach muscles to hold himself high enough, Thomas' moans helplessly falling from his red bitten lips.

“Can you imagine?” Minho switched the speed and began fucking into him leisurely, “Imagine if someone found you moaning on Slytherin cock. Holding your asscheeks open, begging for cum, you a proper, supposedly poised, respectable, Prefect acting like a shameless whore?”

“I-I’m not a wh-hore,” To his embarrassment, he whined high as Minho kept a steady rhythm, spreading his thighs wider, displaying his hole clearly.

“Your body doesn’t lie, baby” Minho whispered hotly in his ear, “Exactly how long ago did you cum, that you’re hard already? I even let you cum, what..two minutes ago and still you’re dick’s so shameless, so needy. I can feel you sucking me in. So so eager for more, what does that make you if not a desperate whore?” Minho taunted and Thomas’ face burned hot.

“Go on..tell me. Sure as hell doesn’t make you a good boy.” When Thomas kept quiet eyes dropping in shame, Minho squeezes his balls in warning and he jerked his eyes back to the mirror, his eyes tearing up at the pain. And for the second time that night, Minho backed up.

“NO!” Thomas cried out loud, tears falling in streaks down his face. Hands returned to the mirror, and he struggled to hold himself up with the shock of Minho moving away. Minho smirked as he stood still, watching lazily.

“Look at yourself, baby. Horny and desperate and Loud, you want a reward? You have to work for it dirty boy. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

Without thinking, Thomas pushed his own hips back desperately and judging by his teary eyes widening, he finally clued in.

Minho hadn’t been planning on fucking him stupid. No, this ultimate act of humiliation, acting like a needy bitch came from himself, using his own body, his hole to pleasure Minho like a toy, as Minho simply stood there. It was degrading, feeling like an object meant only to give pleasure without getting any. He hadn’t even realized he’d stopped trying to get off, and even after realizing it, couldn’t bring himself to stop.

His shame morphing to arousal only made him leak harder. Made him fuck back harder.

“Go on…show me how much of a slut you really are, so hungry for cock, so desperate to please, using your body to get me, and only me off. Isn’t that right?”

Minho laughed as Thomas’ hands slid down the mirror, jaw slacked, eyes glazed, no strength left in holding himself up now. He was sobbing continuously, so beyond overstimulated but still he had a job to do. All his energy went into pushing his hips back and clenched his hole to make it good for the other boy. He felt Minho's cock pulse in his hole and clenched his splichter tighter, a second later feeling Minho cum in him and then Thomas' pride truly disappeared.

“Puh-please, fuckplease make me come, I wanna come, please!” Dazed and flushed with want, lips swollen from trying to hold back sounds, Thomas pushed his hips back frantically, trying to find Minho’s cock. "I-I'll do anything! Ss-swear more! I'm so empty, wannna wann-"

He was surprised when Minho reached around to jack him off, as he stuffed three of his fingers in Thomas’ mouth, not wanting to chance a student hearing Thomas screaming for permission, over the music.

“I thought I told you to watch yourself,” and Thomas instantly obeyed, despite his front sliding on the counter, his nipples sore, his muscles turned to mush, and could barely hold his head up as he shamelessly sucked on Minho’s fingers. Fuck, he really was a slut.

And again like Minho could read his mind, he said, “We agreed you are a slut right? Do greedy sluts deserve to cum, baby?” Minho took his hand off Thomas’ red, painful, sensitive dick, and before Thomas could react, thrust two fingers suddenly in his hole, abusing his prostrate. A full-body shudder ran through him. “Well?” he asked, taking out his fingers dripping in drool, to let him answer.

“N-n-o Minho,” said the other boy collapsed beneath him.

“No what, Thomas?” For the first time since their hard play began, Minho asked softly.

“No a..a s-slu-t ll-ike me,” Thomas struggled to put words together, voice practically gone.

“Won’t come, right?”

Thomas’ face was wet, as was the counter under his face. His ass felt like it was on fire, hole so sore and a cock begging for release for what felt like hours. He doubted he had any energy left to stand even, twitching as he was still stimulated by Minho’s fingers pleasurably torturing him. Won’t come. Wont. Minho had said. Won’t

“I-I w-won-nt c-cumm,” Thomas cried even harder.

“Promise? Even if you’re forbidden to touch yourself? I don’t know if you have that type of control yet, Thomas. What if you slip up and rut in your bed like a bitch while asleep? You’ll probably need the cage, huh?”

How could Minho sound so concerned as absolute filth left his mouth? Thomas was speechless as he pictured what had been said to him, and flushed even more. Worse was, Minho could see everything through the mirror, could see how much he loved the idea, how much he hungered for it.

“I n-n-neeed t-the cage, pl-lease,”

Finally Minho removed his fingers from Thomas’ ass, “Good boy.” — “Merlin, Minho I swear you fucked out my soul!” Thomas whispered furiously as Minho used his wand to clean them both up. Well, mostly Thomas.

“Doubtful. You can still talk,” Minho gave him a shit eating grin. When Thomas glared, he pointed out, “I spelled your cum-filled hole clean, like you wanted. I even used the cooling spell and numbing cream. Be grateful.” He was satisfied when Thomas dropped his eyes, blushing.

“How many days?” Thomas had yet to put his pants back on, staring at his cock cage expressionless.

“Three.” Thomas’ head shot up in shock. “It was for every time you looked away from the mirror. The actual count was five, so—“

“Yeah, yeah, be grateful,” Thomas muttered sullenly.

Minho grabbed his chin, tilting it up to kiss him softly. When Thomas’ pout remained, he hesitated. “Hey, I can take it off if it’s too much?”

“Umm..no?” Thomas wouldn’t look at him as he pulled his pants up. “I mean..it’s not too much. Only three days.”

“I won’t make it easy.” Minho warned. "For instance, wear this tomorrow morning,” he handed Thomas a butt plug. A vibrating one, fairly wide. It had a remote but only could be used in close range. Thomas shuddered, his cock trying to get hard already. Minho had to use the cooling charm on his cock too in order to put the cage on.

“Fuck. I’m too sensitive though,”

“Who said anything about fucking?”

“But I have Quidditch practice early tomorrow?”

“Not my problem,” Minho said airly, and Thomas looked like he was about to throw a fit. “Fine! Put it in, in the change room after practice,” Thomas looked mortified at the prospect, so he shrugged, “You’ll just have to be reeeally quiet when prepping yourself, but you’re good at that aren’t you, Thomas?”

“I really hate you Minho,” Thomas glared at him.

“I’m looking forward to that blowjob you’ll be giving me at some point,” Minho gave Thomas a playful kiss before stepping out of the unlocked washroom door. He smirked at the small whimper before closing it fully.

This was gonna be so much fun!

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