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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 (𝐈𝐍) 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 - haikyuu edition pt. one - an anthology

≡ suna rintaro, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru x f!reader

↳ strong and capable men, never falling short in physicality or drive, individually coming undone — unraveled and vulnerable to their inner tender lover — as they hold you in their arms.

tw/cw: unedited. smut. explicit language. penetrative sex. squirting for hajime's. teasing. reader called: baby, princess, angel, babe, good girl.

✉ : these are unedited... sorry y'all haha but these can honestly stand as short individual drabbles... but it’s a pain in the ass to post one by one, so here’s a compilation so it’s easier for you to access, and easier for me to post. win win situation i must say ( ੭ ˙ᗜ˙ )੭. Also, part two will be up soon too!

here is the jujusu kaisen version | pt. two

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

Pistoling his cock inside of you — fast and within rhythm — the slapping of his balls against your buttocks and the squelching of your pussy grasping tight onto his cock as he penetrated in and out of you filled the heated room. Where the gasping of haggard breaths — hot and humid — as he called out for you, “fucking god, YN…” and the cry of his name as he held you close to his sweaty frame, clawing at his back as your toes curled in pleasure.

“R- Rintaro,” you moaned out, your face planted on his neck, limbs curled around his body, forcefully attaching yourself closer to him — to be one with him.

The sweet kisses of his lips — sloppy and wet — made contact with your naked chest, your body slightly trembling from the stimulation of almost reaching your high as his fingers massaged your breasts. His dark hair stuck to your skin as he made his way down, curving his spine as he continued to press deeper inside, filling you up to the brim, “s-so full, Rin…” you called out.

“Yea, you like that pretty,” he cooed before he firmly pressed his lips onto yours before making his way down your throat, your clavicles, running his tongue down your sternum before engulfing your nipple as his other hand played with your hardened bud, “you're so fucking pretty, you know that?”

The room felt thick, hard to breathe as you gasped out his name, “R-Rin please!” running your fingers through his hair, pulling on his dark strands as he teasingly bit onto your nipple, looking up with his mouth latched onto your breasts, “please what, princess?”

Smirking as he increased the speed of his penetration, curving his hips upwards to push against your sweet spot, feet stationed just under his buttocks to give him a good grip on his repetitive movements, “you gotta tell me what you want?”

Grasping hold of your legs, pulling them up onto his shoulders, grunting and panting as his tongue swiftly glided past your ankles, kissing your lower legs as he looked at your frazzled state from above, “I don’t know what else to give you baby.” And with each powerful thrust, knocking the wind out of your lungs as you screamed out his name, breasts bouncing as your whole body moved forward with every slamming of his length into walls, “you already have my cock.”

And looking down at the entrance of your swollen pussy gripping onto his length whenever he ventured in and out, your folds brushing past his member, where a ring of white creamy substance bordered around his glistening cock, chuckling as he heaved in his breaths, chest pebbled with sweat, as he lightly pushed down on your lower stomach, “shit… can’t you feel me, baby? Fuck, it’s probably seven maybe eight inches deep.”

“Go deeper Rin… I’m almost there,” you alerted.

And pulling his head back, groaning as he leaned out while holding onto your legs to keep his balance, this new position hitting your new spots that made your eyes roll back into your skull as his skin loudly slapped against yours. “Ah! R-right there baby, k-keep going!”

Increasing his speed, yet never forsaking to keep his tempo, with sweat dripping down his temple, where his once sharp observant eyes were now glazed and dark, watching you like a predator hunting his prey, growling as he lightly bit onto your ankle before landing a soft breathy kiss to your skin, “you’re fucking mine.”

“Harder… ‘m close!” you cried out, arms unknowingly covering your heated face as he continued to pistol his cock inside you.

And without warning, Rintaro quickly changed his position. Immediately dropping your legs to grasp under your waist, pulling you into his hips as he curved your back inward, stomach bulging forward, continuously thrusting as your breasts rampantly bounced, arms uncovering your face as you tried to grip onto your sheets, the pillow, his arms — anything for leverage, “don’t cover your face,” he warned.

“R-Rin… s-slow down!” your words slurred out, your eyelids feeling heavy, and the familiar coil of your stomach causing your legs to shake, your arms to feel numb, and your head to feel light masked your reality.

“You’re close, cum for me again,” you heard his voice.

“Together,” you reached out for him.

And taking your hands, intertwining your fingers together as he placed them over your head as his lips made love with yours — saliva trickling down the edge of your lips, teeth clashing and tongues dancing.

Tugging onto your lips with a trail of spit connecting you both, his greenish yellow eyes returned back to their sharp self as his orbs pierced into your fucked out gaze, licking straight up the base of your throat up to your chin, chuckling as he watched your helpless expressions unravel with each thrust, “Just know I’m not done with you even after you cum, princess. ”

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈

Your toes immediately curl, soft moans leaving your lips as you call longingly out his name, “Omi.”

Your hips immediately buck forward as his lips trailed down from your sternum to your tummy, and he catches you from below, large palms planted under your ass as he's kneeled before you. The soft curls of his hair traveled down with each open mouthed kiss as he ventured onto your body, your fingers combing through his locks — affirming he’s got your sweet spot through a slight tug on his roots.

With his hand slowly massaging your joints, easing you in to mesh with his body, his softly calloused fingers almost teasing as he played with your nipples, as he kneaded your breasts and thighs, whispering softly, “shh… baby, relax,” whenever you would whine he was going too slow.

Taking his time to admire, to gaze, to push his thumb across your skin as he studied your reactions — what makes you moan, what makes you whine, what makes you gulp down your thick saliva, what makes your nails drag along his skin, what makes you call out his name so tenderly, so eagerly, so desperately.

And caging you in, with his arms wrapping around your hips, just around your thighs, settling himself down as his lips never forsook kissing your body. The soft sounds of his kisses, the soft blows of his breath that tickled your skin, enticed you even more as your wet pussy clenched onto empty air.

Sakusa liked to go just around your core, starting from your inner thigh as he softly kissed closer in. He’ll occasionally hold your hand if you were squirming too much or if you needed the extra support — the knowledge that he was there, that he'll catch you if it was ever too much. Still, on most occasions, he’ll have his arms strapped around your legs, pushing through your moanings as you asked for more, carefully observing every fiber of your being, servicing you with all that he could.

“So soft,” Sakusa murmured into your skin, inhaling your scent as he dragged his tongue along your thigh, making his way closer to your pussy. He’ll blow onto your cunt, watching you mildly twitch from the sudden sensation, only to then properly spread your folds open before taking a firm lick from your base up to your clit, purposely flattening out his tongue to take in every crevice and groove of your labia, making sure his tongue was thoroughly coated with saliva so that nothing could hurt you.

The warmth of his mouth and the tight knot of your stomach building up immediately makes you buck your hips forward into his mouth, pushing his head deeper into your core, back arching as you felt the tip of his tongue swirl around your hardened bud — teasingly entering in and out of your aching hole, circling along the pulsing rim — while your face flushed and blood raced to your ears. The beatings of your heart loudly boomed as it muted your senses, and the thumps of each contraction caused your limbs to pulse as you trembled in his reign, softly letting out, “Omi… I- I can’t…”

And with his mouth shining with your viscous arousal, the remnants of his service and adoration, his usual clean and perfect facade crumbled with his curls frazzled and eyes glazed over in desire, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm, settling himself into the crevice of your thighs as he positioned his cock directly into your entrance, cradling your vulnerable body as he cupped your face for a final kiss before he entered in… that's the moment when he’ll always say, seconds before he'll fully push in,

“You can angel… you can for me.”

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

Planting you into the bed as he kneeled behind you, sitting on the back of your plush thighs as his hardened cock purposefully sat at the crevice of your buttocks, lowly chuckling at himself as he witnessed just how far he could reach inside of you, “ ‘m gonna go deeper.”

“What?” your voice clueless yet sultry and sweet, pulling him into your warmth as his hips started to slowly thrust forward, his cock brushing against the crevice of your mounds, “nothing princess, it’s nothing,” Oikawa chuckled as he bent low, his firm body caging you in as he reached for your cheek to kiss, “it’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Running his lips against the lining of your back, pecking soft kisses on your shoulders, as he slowly made his way down your scapula, your spine, kissing gently — teasingly grazing just above your skin — murmuring in between kisses as the padding of his fingers softly brushed against your sides, “so beautiful, fuck…”

Your feet brush forward, lightly hitting his sides and back, as you felt your core slowly tighten and increase in pressure with every dry thrust he made onto the surface of your ass. Taking hold of his hand stationed at your side, veiny where the tips of his fingers were red, it was moments like these that you realized just how big he was compared to you — moments where anything you did, his physical presence will always embrace you, cover you fully, make you whole.

“Tooru,” you breathed out as you shimmied your ass up, purposely raising your hips to have him see the lining of your folds glisten with arousal, to see your ass puckered in front of him to enjoy, “fuck me, Tooru…”

“Aww how cute,” he cooed, his hot breath traveling against your skin, causing goosebumps to form at his lowly voice.

You suddenly felt the jagged movements of his hand giggling your buttocks, quickly splitting your mounds apart as he observed your puffy folds glisten and your hole throbbing, “fuckk… all ready and wet for me, Y/N chan?” he praised.

“Mhm,” you whined out, “hurry…”

Quickly palming his length, coating the head of his cock with his precum just before running his length against your folds. Closing your ass together to mimic the walls of your caverns, slowly thrusting in and out, his toned ass perfectly clenched, “so damn perfect,” Oikawa groaned out.

“Tooru, p-please… not that, I want your cock.”

“Where, tell me where you want it, baby.”

“I- inside, deep! — ”

And before you could count to the next second, before you could breathe in your next breath, before you could finish your statement and call out for your lover, you felt his lengthy cock pulsing inside of you, splitting you open as he groaned out, “fuck… so tight,” before falling on top of you, chest heaving to catch its breath.

Silently trying to get used to his length, his width, his slow penetrations hitting deep within your walls, where the tip of his head brushed just above your sweet spot, you felt Oikawa’s fingers slowly massage your back as he placed soft kisses against your shoulder and up your neck, purposefully whispering into your ear to not over stimulate you as he continued to kiss, “you okay angel… talk to me,” he worried.

“Yea… you just scared me a bit,” you softly gasped out.

“Sorry,” he murmured into your skin, “I’ll go slow for a bit, okay?” he reassured as he placed a firm kiss on the back of your neck, his hand gliding against the curve of your ribs and onto your sides, grasping hold of your ankles as he pivoted himself so that his lower pelvis would hit right against your ass whenever he pushed in — motions slow and deep, full and throbbing within you.

Gasping as his length penetrated deeper inside, his cock pulsing within your tight plump walls, his balls pushed against the base of your pussy, groaning into your neck as he tried to contain himself from slamming his hips into you, taking caution to keep his promise, “just know, I’m going all the way today.”

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

“Haji!” you screamed out. Your arms about to give in, legs trembling as the juices of your wet cunt ran down your inner thigh, as you grit your teeth, feverishly closing your eyes as you tried to concentrate by counting his thrusts.

One

Two

Three

Fo — pounding his length into you, the thickness of his cock stretching you out fully as he pushed his palms against your ass, spreading your cheeks open as he watched himself go deeply in and out of you.

“Concentrate, angel,” you heard his warning masked with a lowly chuckle, “don’t want you passing out again do we.” Hips thrusting into you, gripping onto the sheets with your face fallen onto the pillow, your cries muffled by the fabric of your comforter, “y-you’re in so deep! Your cock… s’ goodl!”

“Cute,” he groaned out, tongue running up your spin as his hands gripped onto your waists, “so fucking cute when you’re begging for my cock.”

Quickly grasping hold of your shoulders, pulling you up so that one hand locked your arms behind your back, slightly pulling you back as he fucked you with your knees anchored to the bed, while the other hand loosely gripped onto your neck while he penetrated from behind.

“Haji, I- I can’t…” you gasped out, “I’m so tired…”

Chuckling into your ear, his lips running against your neck, pulling your head back to land a kiss on your lips, tongue ferociously exploring your mouth as he let go of your arms to touch your stomach, and down to your pussy.

Desperately grasping onto his wrists so that you wouldn’t fall forward, moaning a second after each thrust, thighs shaking from the overload of stimulation as his fingers played with your clit.

“Ngh —” you let out as he lightly pinched your hardened bud, his two thick fingers quickly making circles against it as the squelching noise of your penetrated pussy and slapping of his heavy balls against your ass radiated the room, “you’re dripping princess,” he whispered into your ear, “you still can’t when you’re this wet?”

Hip jerking onto your ass, where the tip of his head brushed against your most inner spot, thump thump thump, tensing up as you clenched onto his length, nails forming crescents into his skin, heat pooling in your lower stomach as a familiar feeling of your limit bursting rushed upon you.

Fuck.

“Let go, angel. I know you’re holding it in,” your boyfriend cooed, “it’s okay… just let go, I’ll clean you up, baby.”

Pushing you onto the bed, both bodies thumping against the mattress, his cock still penetrating deeply within as he wrapped his thick arm around your shoulders, skin loudly slapping against each other from the combined sweat and past orgasms with each thrust causing your ass to ripple from its force.

Closely breathing into your ear, your senses hyperaware of your surrounding, sensitive as each touch felt like a burn onto your skin, slowly losing composure as a warm clear liquid squirted out of your pussy with each thrust, “be a good girl for me, and fucking cum.”

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waratah-vroom · 11 months

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Tagged: yourfriend Liked by landonorris, carmenmmundt and 15,481 others ynrussell00: happier than ever

Lando didn't drink during the season, he never had. Which is why you were so surprised to see him at the hotel bar the night before the race, settling himself onto the barstool next to you. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“A girl can’t get a drink alone?”

“She can, but she shouldn’t. What are you drinking, I’ll get you another.” He waved the bartender over and you told him your order.

“That’s awfully nice of you, Norris. They must be paying you the big bucks if you can afford to buy a $12 vodka tonic at the drop of a hat.”

He grined. You’d always liked Lando’s smile, the way it was slightly lopsided and showed the gap between his front teeth. It was the same smile he’d had since he was a kid.

“Alex told me you and Jack broke up.”

“Alex is a blabbermouth,” you didn’t look at him, too focused on stirring the ice cubes in your empty cup.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I’m fine. I broke up with him. There’s no hard feelings.”

He nudged your shoulder with his own, “I bet he has some hard feelings.” You raised your eyebrows at what must have been an intentional joke and he quickly said, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean he must have been a dick to lose you.”

“He was dick. Or at least he was sticking his dick in places where his dick didn’t belong so-”

“What a wanker.” You both thanked the bartender when he put your drink on a coaster in front of you and took away the empty glass.

“If you want to be nice then sure he was a wanker. I’d call him a cunt.”

Lando huffed, resting his chin on his hand. “Well I never liked him.”

“George said the same thing,” you took a sip of your drink and saw him watching you.

You’d known Lando for a long time, as long as George had been racing against him, but you’d never say you two were friends. He’d asked you for help getting his ex-girlfriend a present once, but that’s as far as your friendship stretched. “As much as I love talking to you, you don’t usually come to me unless you want something.”

“I feel like that’s a little unfair,” when he saw your blank expression he folded. “Okay, fine. I was thinking since we’re both single.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe we could come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

You stared at him for a moment, processing his words inside your head before you turned your body so you’re fully facing him. “Just so I understand you correctly, you're wanting to have sex, right?”

“Yes.”

“Because we’re both single.”

“Yep.”

That was not what you had been expecting him to ask when he’d sat down next to you. “And I’m how far down the line of girls you’ve propositioned?”

“You’re the first.” When you didn't respond, he added, “I was planning on hitting up Charlotte if you didn’t work out- ow!” His lips fell into a pout and he gripped his shoulder where you’d hit him. “I’m joking, I’m joking.” He dropped his hand back onto the counter and begun twisting his bracelets. “At least tell me you’re considering it.”

You bit your lip, thinking. It’d been a couple of months since you’d had sex and you were getting frustrated. You knew Lando so it wouldn’t be awkward, and he was cute. You’d also never had any complaints when you’d seen him shirtless. “I’m considering it.”

“One night,” he said. “I promise I’ll make you come.”

As much as you’d like to have thought your standards were high, apparently that simple promise was all it took for you to say “fine.”

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Lando had kept his promise and then some.

When you’d come out of the shower after round three you had expected him to have gone, but instead you’d found him fast asleep in your bed.

He was still there when you woke up; his arm slung over your chest and most of the duvet covering his body. His face was pressed against the pillow as he snored softly.

You hated to break his slumber when he looked so soft, but you were cold. “You’ve stolen the duvet.”

He mumbled something incoherent, his eyes still firmly shut.

“I’m freezing,” you tugged the duvet away from him and he startled, his eyes shooting open

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You pulled the blanket up to your chin. “You’re just a blanket hog.”

“Oh, sorry,” he seemed to be a bit more awake, eyes blinking as they adjusted to the light streaming through the curtains. “What time is it?”

You tapped your phone on the nightstand and read “7:20.”

“Shit,” he jumped off the bed, fumbling to find his clothes. “I’m supposed to meet Carlos in ten minutes.”

“Downstairs?”

“He loves a hotel breakfast,” his laugh was shaky as he pulled his tee-shirt and hoodie over his head. He suddenly stopped when he saw you watching him. “Uh, so I had fun last night-”

You flattened your lips, trying to stop your smile. He was cute when he was flustered. “We don’t have to do this, Lando.”

“No, no, I want to. I really did have fun-”

“I mean we don’t have to do this right now. Go meet Carlos. I’ll see you after the race.”

His body relaxed. “Okay, okay. Good.” A strange look passed over his features, as if he was wrestling with an idea in his mind. He seemed to decide it was a good one because he reached across the bed and kissed you softly on the lips. “Wish me luck today?”

“Go,” you pushed his chest away, but you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. “Good luck idiot.”

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Lando had barely shut your hotel room door when he came face to face with George Russell.

He dug his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie and hoped he looked casual and not like he’d just woken up in someone else’s bed, “hey mate.”

“Hey,” George’s eyes darted from Lando to the room number on the door. Putting two and two together he said, “that’s my sister’s room.”

There wasn't much Lando could say apart from, “yeah.”

“What were you doing in my sister’s room?” George’s voice was oddly calm, he even managed a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

There are a few ways Lando could answer George’s question. He could say he was dropping something off or he was stopping by to ask something. Instead Lando chose to confirm George’s worst suspicions. “I don’t think you wanna know.”

George’s face dropped. “What?”

“I’d love to stay and chat, mate, but I’m meeting someone so-”

“You fuck my sister and now you’re leaving? That’s so typically Lando, isn’t it. Is this your way of trying to get into my head before the race?”

Lando really shouldn’t have but he couldn't help laughing at the ridiculousness of what George was implying. “You think I slept with your sister as some sort of mind game to try and psych you out?”

George’s fists balled at his sides. “It’s not going to work.”

Lando nodded, wildly confused as to what was going through the other man’s brain, “alright.”

“My mind is an impenetrable fortress.”

“Is that a quote Lewis sent to your group chat?” When George didn't answer, Lando patted his back and said, “I’ll see you on the grid, mate.”

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

“You fucked Norris?” Your brother didn't wait for you to answer before he pushed past you into your hotel room.

“Good morning to you too.”

“How could you do that? He’s my enemy!”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” You’d heard him complain about Lando hundreds of times, and almost every time was an overreaction. Like right now.

“You don’t understand, he’s my biggest rival. He’s always been. This is the worst thing that could happen to me-”

“Me sleeping with a driver that has less points than you is the worst thing that could happen to you?”

“It’s not about the points, it's about him trying to mess with my head! That’s the only reason he’s done this. He’s using you to get to me.”

You loved George, you really did. But it was times like this, when his ego was so overinflated, that made it difficult. “You sound insane.”

“No, listen, you don’t get it-”

“Oh I think I get it alright,” you crossed your arms, wholly unimpressed with your brother’s attitude. “You think the only reason someone would be into me is to get to you.”

“Not someone. Him!”

“You don’t think there’s a chance that Lando just likes me, without it having anything to do with you?”

He shook his head, “why would Lando like you?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Wow, thanks George, thanks a lot.”

“It’s Lando!” If you weren’t fuming, you’d have found his flailing hands funny.

“Yeah, Lando. I’ve known him since you’ve been karting. We’re friends.”

“I don’t trust him.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming on. “I think you should go. Get ready for the race. I’ll see you in the paddock.”

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

The race didn’t go in George’s favour. He blamed Lando, but you knew that George had a habit of working himself up without anyone’s help. It was a mechanical issue that led to his early retirement, but George was convinced Lando was at fault.

Lando did well, managing P6 with the help of a cascade of retirements and restarts, and he was in a great mood when he found you at the hotel restaurant later that night.

“I didn’t catch you in the paddock.”

“George has been refusing to talk to me so I left early.”

His smile dimmed and he pulled up the chair opposite you. “I didn’t think he’d react like this. I didn’t think he’d find out at all, actually.”

You fiddled with the napkin on your lap and sighed, “it’s not your fault. He’s just being childish.”

“He really hates me, huh?” Lando never thought he and George were best friends, but he never thought the other man hated him.

“He’s intimidated by you.”

“By me?”

If George wanted to have beef with Lando, the least you could do is tell Lando it existed. “Yeah, he has been for ages. I don’t know if he still does but he used to have google alerts set up for your name.”

“Really?”

You nodded, “I think it started when you got the McLaren seat and he went to Williams, even though he won F2. He thinks he deserved a better seat than you.”

“I knew he wanted the Mercedes seat earlier than he got it, but I didn’t know he was jealous of me.”

“It’s stupid. The whole thing is just this stupid rivalry he’s imagined up in his head to try and justify his shitty rookie season. I love my brother, but god he’s dramatic,” you huffed and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You know what he said to me when I left your room this morning? My mind is an impenetrable fortress.”

“That’s one of his favourites.” You both stared at each other before you burst out in laughter, only stopping when your cheeks finally started to ache.

Silence eventually fell over the table and Lando broke it with a croaky “about this morning. I had a really good time with you, but I don’t want to come between you and George-”

“I don’t care what George thinks,” you cut him off. As much as your brother’s words dug into your gut, you knew they weren't true and you definitely weren't going to let them stop you from seeing Lando again.

“Okay good,” he breathed a sigh of relief. “Because it would kill me if I never got to fuck you again.”

“Romantic,” your eyes sparkled and something inside your stomach sprung to life.

“You want romantic? Let me take you on a date.” He grinned when he added, “that’d really piss George off.”

If he wanted to play, you could play. “That’s the only reason you want to take me on a date?”

His grin turned sheepish, apparently he wasn't actually as good at this as he thought. “No. I also maybe kinda like being with you.”

You nudged his foot beneath the table. Smirking, you said, “careful, Norris, someone might think you’re falling for me.”

Lando was in trouble.

“Would that be so bad?”

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charmercharm3r · 11 months

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Hear me out… hard thoughts on 0T8 being curious about their partners breast milk

I KNOW ITS TABOO!! But I literally can’t get it out of my head… help lmao 🤣

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I HEAR U ANON I HEAR U. for imagine’s sake, picture reader is post-preggos in all these scenarios.

now, i think it’s obvious i live for sub chan and felix, but i don’t initially see him being into breast milk. it’d be a weird moment where he’s watching u bottle pumping he’s like, “…can i try..?” and it’s all downhill from there, any moment he can he’s taking the opportunity to suck on your swollen tits even if it’s just to have the weight of them in your mouth. occasionally squeezes in passing hard enough to purposefully make you leak and giggle to himself.

with minho, changbin, hyunjin, and jisung, it’s more the same proud feeling he gets when you swallow his seed after a good blowjob. it’s the physical aspect of being able to consume you the way you do to him, also the mindset that, “i helped do that, i did that to you. we made that human being together.” a pride thing, an ego boost in a weird, twisted sense. but hey, who doesn’t love some tits as nice as yours?

seungmin will either hate it or fucking love it. but he’s a menace, even with a child and is determined to be such a role model. he’s feeding your kid when he thinks, “wow that kids going to town. is it really that good?” and takes a little sip. he’s surprised how much he enjoys it, even if it’s pre-pumped. he’s of course shy to ask you about it in bed, but is pleasantly happy when you agree to let him suck your tit to try it right from the source. from then on, he’s doing things to purposefully make you lactate and soak through your shirt, emotionally riling you up in your fragile state and encouraging you to, “just walk around shirtless! we’re all benefiting from it.”

jeongin is also hit or miss, he already hates being babied but suddenly becomes envious of his kid in a way when he sees the baby just having a meal. also thinks that there’s no way breast milk can taste good enough for the kid to be hogging you like that. it’s a bit of jealousy, but also understanding cus he loves your boobs just as much. tries it on accident as well and suddenly becomes obsessed. after the baby is asleep and you’re finally comfortable having sex again he shyly asks if he could try it, is a bit thrown off by the warmth of you but praises you after realizing how uncomfortable it must be for you, “awe, you’re so sweet for letting me have a treat.” feels a little bad he’s stealing some good meals from his kid, but hey, that’s what power formula is for.

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The Roommate and The Best Friend (College!Matt Murdock x College!Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Long time, no post, guys! I do apologize for going silent on the fic front--I’ve just been so tired lately, I haven’t had the motivation to really edit anything I’ve written. BUT, my sweet baby angels, this is the longest stand alone fic I’ve ever done! It also took forever to edit, lol. I really hope you guys enjoy! :)

Summary: You’ve been Foggy’s best friend since you two could walk. Matt’s been Foggy’s best friend since he moved in at Columbia. After three years at law school all together, you’re all as thick as thieves. When Foggy doesn’t show up one day to a study session, something blossoms between you and Matt that will change the ecosystem of your friendship trio forever.

Warnings: Fluff (friends to lovers, cuteness, cuddles, kisses), angst (shouting, friendship fights, hurt feelings), smut (p in v, protected sex, blowjob, handjob, being cute dorks when a matching set is involved), swearing

Other Characters: College!Foggy Nelson

Word Count: 8.081

“At what point do you think we can officially say Foggy isn’t coming?” you sigh, flipping the page in your notebook and highlighting what is written in accordance to your study system.

Matt lets out a breath through his nose as his fingers move to feel at the braille surface of his watch. “An hour ago?” he smirks, resuming his own work.

“Eh, I guess I should have seen that coming.”

“How so?”

“All boys are the same when they start relationships, especially when they reengage the on-again. Knowing Foggy and Marci, they’re doing some weird sort of sex-study review game.” You shudder at the memory. “You’re lucky you’re blind, Matty. You can’t unsee that.”

“Trust me, I think it’s worse to only hear,” he chuckles.

“Ew, don’t even remind me of the sound!”

Matt just laughs, his fingers sliding across the page.

“Hey, get back to studying, Chuckles,” you chastise, smiling big yourself as you move back to your notes. “Rule 24 of Federal Civil Procedure won’t learn itself.”

“Rule 24. Intervention. Intervention of Right: On a timely motion, the court must permit anyone to intervene who—.”

“Shut up,” you scoff playfully, hitting his shin underneath the table. “Show off.”

You go back and forth, quizzing one another on the rules of civil procedure in the unit, adjusting in the library chairs until you’re leaning shoulder to shoulder going over material, Matt having abandoned his braille textbooks to listen to you read to him.

“You have a really beautiful voice, you know that?” Matt hums, his voice dipping into a velvety timbre.

“You’re just lazy,” you chuckle as you tilt your head and gaze over at him. “Getting me to do all the work.”

“Delegating,” he attempts.

“Laziness,” you counter.

“You do better when do explain things. You’ve said so yourself. And I’m a great listener.”

You purse your lips and let out a little sigh. “I do do better when I talk out loud,” you admit.

“You also always find your answer when you do.”

“And I do like talking to you.”

“I rest my case,” he says with a satisfied smile.

“Asshole.”

You laugh in your little secluded spot in the library, your shoulders shaking against one another’s as you do. You tilt your head to face him, Matt doing the same thing at the same time, his dark rectangular glasses long abandoned, letting you look into the honey hazel galaxy of his irises.

“Hey,” he whispers, his voice making a warmth spread all over your body.

“Hey yourself, Murdock,” you counter.

“You’re gonna be a really great lawyer, you know that?”

You feel yourself blush. If it’s from the sentiment of his words, the pitch that he says it, or your proximity, you’ll never know. Maybe it’s all three. You’re just glad he can’t see the full extent of how his words make you feel.

“Thanks, Matty. You’re gonna be great, too. I pity whoever will have to go against you in court.”

“You are so extraordinary, (Y/N),” he whispers, his thumb and forefinger taking ahold of your chin, the space between the two of you smaller than you remember.

“So are you,” you breathe.

“(Y/N), I—."

“I think we’re just getting tired,” you breathe as his lips hover centimeters from yours.

“No, I think we’re picking up on something that’s been here for a bit,” he counters, his voice at such a low pitch it does things to the heart in your chest and the heart between your legs.

But this is Matt you’re talking about. He’s your friend. He’s Foggy’s friend, his roommate. Sure, people can bond with their roommates, but it was almost like something out of a buddy-comedy with what happened with those two, and it was instantaneous.

You shuffle and maneuver around everyone in the hallway, moving furniture and supplies into their homes for the next year as you track down the number that is your best friend’s new address.

“Alright, Foghorn, boxes have been unpacked, and liquor needs to be poured!” you call as you glide through the entryway, the door left ajar. When you enter, you don’t see anyone in sight. Did you get the wrong number? No, that’s not it: unless someone else has some interest in really niche bands and the same quilt his mother knit him for Christmas in undergrad, you’re definitely in the right place. The social butterfly of a teddy bear man probably bonding with his roommate or something.

Just as you flop down on what his definitely Foggy’s bed, you hear his laugh and the tapping of something growing closer to the dorm.

“ . . . and I said, ‘No, Mom and Dad. I love you guys, but I don’t want to be a butcher, I want to be a lawyer,” Foggy recalls his infamous butcher story, his words becoming clear as they enter.

“Not the butcher story!” you interrupt, sitting right back up like a vampire in its casket, watching Foggy enter with a handsome man next to him, his brown hair floppy and shiny, dark rectangular glasses perched on his nose and a white cane in the hand that isn’t holding his coffee. “You got coffee without me? Rude.”

“Jesus, (Y/N)!” Foggy hisses, almost slipping his to go cup of coffee in the process.

“Sounds like a pretty famous tale,” the man next to him says with an amused smirk pulling across some particularly pouty lips. Really pretty pouty lips.

“Matt, this is (Y/N), my best friend since toddledom,” Foggy introduces, licking some of the roast that escaped the sip hole of the lid. “(Y/N), this is my roommate, Matt. His dad was Battlin’ Jack Murdock.”

Getting up, you move over to in front of where he stands by Foggy, watching how he adjusts the cane in his grip to under his arm, extending his hand just enough where it looks expectant for yours.

“It’s nice to meet you, Matt,” you tell him with a soft smile.

“Likewise,” he says with a little nod.

“I have to say, my gram was a big fan of your dad. She loved watching his matches.” He acknowledges your comment with a nod of his head and a little, soft smile. “You know, you lucked out on your roommate. Foggy’s the best friend you could ever ask for. You might need to get some earplugs, though, he snores like a Foghorn.”

“Do not!” Foggy interjects.

“He’s still in phase one denial of the whole thing. Really, sometimes, I think he could wake the dead with that sound.”

Matt’s lips curl into an incredibly large smile with a warm laugh that matches the expression.

And, well, the rest his history, with the three of you being thick as thieves since that day.

“This can’t happen,” you breathe, swallowing hard while your head and heart race a million miles a minute. “Foggy is my best friend—he’s your best friend. We can’t.”

“I know,” he breathes. “That doesn’t mean I want to, though. And correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you want to, too.” He pushes some hair that has fallen out of your clip behind your ear. “Would it . . . Would it really be the worst thing?”

Your eyes flick down to his lips and how is tongue peeks out ever so slightly to moisten the plush skin before back up to his honey hazel eyes and their off-center gaze, his face softer and more vulnerable without the dark specks resting on his nose.

“This kind of stuff can ruin friendships. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to hurt Foggy.”

“I don’t want any of that either. But I also know that I don’t want to go another moment without kissing you.”

It’s unclear if you’re the one that closes the gap between you or if it’s Matt, but before you know it, you’re kissing in your little corner of the library. His lips are as soft as they look, perhaps even more so, and his aftershave floods your nose—crisp and fresh, a subtle blend of sandalwood, vanilla, and coffee pulling you closer and closer into him. His large hands slide down the sides of your body, squeezing your waist, making you moan into his mouth. The sound encourages him to lift you up, placing you so you straddle one of his legs. As the kiss grows more heated, your fingers running through his incredibly soft hair, you pull back, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks softly, his hands running up and down your body soothingly.

“Extremely,” you breathe with a bright smile.

Matt smiles so bright he could outshine the sun, lines of happiness etching themselves into the skin by his eyes as he leans back in for a kiss. His hands continue to move mindlessly along your waist and your back, his fingers grazing the hem of your shirt and sneaking underneath the soft fabric, making goosebumps break out over your body with a shudder.

“Isn’t it a bit of a cliché to do that in the library, Matthew?” you whisper in his ear as he trails wet kisses along your neck, your entire body tingling at your position and the way he moves against your body.

“Only if we get caught,” he smirks, moving his face back so it’s focused in your direction.

“I’m taking that as code for you can attest to that from experience?”

“It was a close call, never a red-handed situation.”

“Mm, you true gentleman.”

You watch as Matt’s brows shoot up and furrow, some of the energy leaving him as his demeanor beings to change. “Do you not want to? We don’t have to. I—.”

“I want to, Matt,” you tell him, your cheeks burning hot at your own admission. “Do you?”

“I do. I wouldn’t have kissed you like that if I didn’t want to. Unfortunately, I didn’t think it through all the way—we can’t go back to my dorm. Foggy is probably there.”

“We could go back to mine?” you suggest, your heart now fully racing like a marathon runner. “I have a dingle.”

“Dingle?” Matt repeats with furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips.

“A double that’s now a single since my roommate dropped out.”

“A dingle.”

“A dingle, yeah.”

Matt brings his lips back to your, his kisses needily and tenderly in your isolated corner of the library.

“So, is that a yes, Murdock?”

The wicked grin that pulls as his lips tell you everything you need to know, and he doesn’t even bothering to use his cane as you lead him to your dorm on campus.

As soon as the door to your place is closed, your lips reattach and your hands work in a frenzy against one another’s bodies, desperately trying to get the clothes off of one another. Your hands slide over his muscular arms and torso until they are buried in his hair, the only thought in your brain is that you need to get him deeper and closer—a thought that continues on loop for the time you’re together.

The feeling of Matt’s lips on yours is made so much better after the orgasms that he has pulled from your body over and over during the night, but you’ll be damned if he stops now. A thin sheen of sweat covers your bodies as Matt continues to rut into you, one hand on your waist while the other supports his body weight on the mattress, kissing your shoulders and neck while his little wooden crucifix swings back and forth around his neck.

“Matt,” you groan before you pull him up for a kiss, his hair an absolute disheveled mess. It’s sloppy and filled with need, but damn if it isn’t absolutely impeccable.

“Do you have one more in there for me, angel?” he pants as he moves his kisses across your cheek to the sweet spot of your neck. “Come on, angel, you can cum one more time, can’t you?” All you can do is whimper as Matt continues to wind up that special knot in your stomach. “You’re doing so good. One more, I promise. Just one more.”

Hiking up your legs around his waist, you make sure the Matt’s hips stay as close to yours as possible, selfishly letting him rub up against your swollen, overstimulated clit, and ensuring that he’s nice and deep in you. The little grunts and groans that fall from Matt’s lips are angelic, the parted, plush lips and scrunched look of bliss on his face making your heart race more than it already is from exertion.

“Matty,” you whine. “Fuck!”

“Doin’ good, angel. Fuck, so good.”

Biting your lip and closing your eyes, you let the feeling wash over you while you dig your fingers into his toned muscles.

“I’m gonna . . . I—.”

“M-Me too,” he moans, dropping to his forearm to come closer to you as you try to hold your legs back higher. The newfound closeness and the new position let’s Matt reach a new angle, and it’s enough for the both of you to fall over the edge together. Matt does his best to try and fuck you through both of your orgasms, but it’s too much, and he stills, his hand running all over your body as he dips his head and presses soft kisses to your neck and lips. You suck in a sharp breath as he pulls out, feeling hollow without him in you, the drag of his length along your walls enticing. Tying up the condom, he tosses it in the trash while you get up and pad over to the bathroom. When you get back, you see him waiting with a dopey smile on his face, the sheets draping over his hips like some kind of adonis. When you get close enough, he pulls back your sheets and you happily slide in, snuggling close as he wraps an arm around you.

“You’re good at that,” you hum. “I think you’d gold medal.”

Matt laughs as his fingers trace patterns into your skin. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“We can’t go back from that, you know,” you say softly.

“Who says I want to go back from it?” He shifts his head down in an effort to look at your face. You look back at him with furrowed brows. “I want to be more, (Y/N).”

“Matt,” you start. “I meant what I said. I don’t want to lose you or Foggy. If we do this and it doesn’t work . . . I lose the two most important people in my life.”

“I swear to you, (Y/N), you won’t lose either of us.”

You snuggle down on him, listening to his heartbeat before you peck a quick kiss to his chest. “I want more, too.”

“Then we’ll figure it out. I promise.” Matt runs a soothing hand up and down the line of your back.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispers.

You let out a little sigh. “Just that I thought I was supposed to be wined and dined before I was sixty-nine’d.”

Matt lets out a chuckle that radiates throughout your body. “We didn’t—.”

Before he can finish, you tilt your head up to look at his face, witnessing the moment that it clicks in his brain. “Classy,” he laughs.

“I’m just saying . . .”

“I can order pizza? I just don’t think I can do booze to go.”

“Who says you need to bring the booze?” Rolling over, you reach into the bottom drawer of your nightstand and pull out a bottle of wine. “From the special movie night reserve.”

Matt’s lips turn into a big smile, making adorable lines appear again at the corners of he eyes as he leans forward for another kiss, making you loose grip on your bottle of wine. He catches it with ease, placing it to the side of the bed as he chases your lips, and the way he captures your body beneath his lets you know that he doesn’t plan for the night to end any time soon.

Your leg bounces and your heart races as your eyes keep flicking towards the clock on the desk, watching the second hand move painfully slow across the timepiece as you await Matt’s arrival like you do several times a week, except this time, you have a surprise for him. Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you hear a gentle knock at the door. There’s no special pattern to it, but the pressure and rhythm lets you know that Matt is on the other side. His handsome smile greets you when you swing your door open.

“Hey,” you smile as Matt enters your dorm, his bag sliding off his broad shoulders to the ground, cane leaning up against the wall, and glasses coming off of his face as he toes off his shoes.

“Hey yourself,” he hums as his plush lips curl upward into a smile, slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss. The way his tongue slides into your mouth sends goosebumps all throughout your body; if anyone else tried to kiss you like this, you would consider it absolutely gross. But the way Matt does is? That’s how a man kisses—a man that’s on the cover of a romance novel that is dominant but tender, passionate yet gentle. A shudder of pleasure moves through you like shockwaves as he moves his hands up from your waist and up to your neck, helping him set the pace and motions of the kiss.

“I have a surprise for you,” you whisper when he finally pulls back, getting the sentence out just before he begins to eagerly move back in.

His eyebrows quirk up. “Do you, now?” Cocky bastard.

“I do. Now, sit on the bed.”

With a gentle push on his shoulder, he falls back on the mattress, making him coo in delight as he bounces slightly and causes the springs to squeak. With a little exhale to pump yourself up, you pull off your shirt and slide down your jeans, standing in nothing but your underwear.

“You know I can’t see it, angel,” Matt says with a tilt of his head. “But I do like what I just heard.”

“You don’t need to see it to appreciate it, Matty,” you inform, taking a step forward, taking his hands in yours and placing them on your shoulders. “Now, feel.”

This fingers glide over the soft lace that flutters off of the straps, down to the smooth mesh cups, and over the sides, tracing the lace and the pseudo-boning that decorate the bustier. His fingertips trace between the valley of your breasts, feeling a little criss-cross pattern that adorns the fabric before gliding his fingers down the the mesh panties and feeling the same soft lace that decorated it. A tiny moan escapes your lips when he brushes his fingers down between your legs, his digits lingering before they come to rest on your hips.

“You got a matching set for me?” he asks, his expression and tone one that you can’t quite read.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much, Murdock, it’s from Target,” you hum as his hands trace the hemline of your panties. “But yeah. I thought you’d like the textures being consistent. And, I could afford it, so, that was a perk.”

“You got lingerie for me,” he smirks, his lopsided grin telling you that you’ve only inflated his ego. “That’s so—.” His sentence his halted when his fingers trail to the back of the underwear, just below the small of your back. “Angel, I think you’re missing part of these panties.”

Now it’s your turn to smirk. “Nope,” you tell him, popping the ‘p’. “It’s got a little keyhole back. It’s not quite easy access, but—mm, Matty.”

“I say, it gives me a good idea,” he says as one hand squeezes the flesh of your ass as the fingers on the other slip into the keyhole and tease you. Pulling you back onto the bed with him, you straddle him as you mimic the kind of kiss he greeted you with upon arriving. Moans and puckering quickly fill the room as you grind your hips on his jeans, opting to tease him through his light layers before attempting to shed them.

“You are such a fucking tease,” he murmurs in between kisses.

“Hi pot, it’s kettle,” you quip as you mark up his neck before pulling off his shirt. If you didn’t right this second, you’d never hear the end of it.

“Objection—badgering!”

“Overruled.”

With a light shove, you push him down so you are now fully on top of him, kissing all over his beautiful chest and soft skin as you grind into him.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Fuck, that’s nice.”

“You’ve helped me perfect my technique,” you hum into his skin, moving your kisses back up to his neck and lips. “Gotta get you nice and hard for me, Matty.”

As you continue to grind down on him, his hands guide your hips, setting the pace and pressure just so in an effort to make you both feel good. When his hands begin to travel up on your body along the line of your spine, you gently take hold of them and bring them back down.

“I got the matching set for you—it’s staying on during this entire thing,” you smirk, dragging his fingers along the mesh and lace of your panties. “Now, I can’t say the same thing about these jeans.”

Moving off of him, you undo his belt and pants, shimmying off the denim with some help from his hands, allowing you to take hold of his painfully hard cock, pumping it in your hand before you bend down, your knees digging into the thin mattress so you can start to take him in your mouth.

“(Y/N),” he moans. “Fuck . . . So nice, baby.”

“Mm,” you giggle, dragging your lips back and forth along his length, licking him here and there. “Your cock is so pretty, Matty. I love putting it in my mouth.” Slowly going down on his length, you wiggle your head side to side lightly until you’re all the way down on his length with your cheeks hollowed out. You look up at him through your lashes, feeling a sense of pride at how is face is contorted in pleasure and how long his lashes look resting on his cheeks. Moving off of him, you gasp and catch your breath, hungrily kissing up his length while one of his hands cradle the side of your face. His hand doesn’t set a pace as you bob your head, repeatedly taking his thick cock into your mouth over and over, but rather as a silent show of encouragement and affection as you work him. Careful to not get too lost in it all with Matt in your mouth, you reluctantly pull off, leaving soft pecks all the way up his body until you meet his lips.

“Are you ready to fuck me with my panties on, Matty?” you coo.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he murmurs with his lips against your. Taking you by surprise, he quickly grabs you by your hips and flips your positions, making you giggle and bring his lips back to yours for a deep kiss. Like a rehearsed routine, he extends his arm to the side and opens your nightstand drawer, rummaging around for the box of condoms you keep there. “Angel,” he pants, “I hate to break it to you, but there are no more condoms in this box.”

“What?” you say practically whining as you adjust your position under Matt, taking the investigation into your own hands. Just as Matt said, the box of contraceptives is completely empty. This time, you do whine. “No!”

“I told you.”

“I could have sworn I had plenty.”

“You know what it was?” he says, something clicking in his brain. “Moot court championship.”

Thinking back to a couple of weeks ago, you remember exactly how you celebrated the travel team winning your championship over Yale—you and Matt being the two that secured the victory, which only provided extra cause to celebrate.

“Damn, you’re right,” you sigh.

“I could always run out and get some more? I’d be quick.”

“Just what every girl wants to hear,” you joke, only for Matt to roll his eyes, licking his lips and tilting his head back in playful annoyance. Damn, he’s got a beautiful neck. “No, Matty. I don’t want you going out this late.

“It’s not too late, sweetheart.”

“I’d be worried about you going out in the dark.”

“That’s sweet—you worry about me.” Nothing in his words are condescending—they’re filled with pure affection. “Trust me, (Y/N). I’m a big boy. I can handle myself.”

“I still don’t like the idea of you going out.”

Matt kisses your forehead before resting his on yours. “I have an idea, but I don’t think you’re gonna like it.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” you say, knowing immediately where he is going with his sentence.

“Well, since you don’t want me to go out and get some more and I really, really need to be inside the smart and talented woman that bought a matching set for me, we’re in a pickle.”

You let out a huff, your hands sliding down Matt’s furry arms.

“Foggy isn’t there?” you check.

“Out with Marci.”

“And you’re sure there’s no way he’d be back?”

“I can say it’s highly likely he won’t be back. Even if he does—.”

“Matt—.”

“Even if he does,” he repeats. “He’s gonna leave almost immediately because his roommate is having sex.”

“And if he asks with who after? Actually, better yet, what if he tries to come and hang out with me?”

“Tell him you’re out shopping. You and I both know that while he’s a man of unique fashion, he treats shopping like a mission. Trust me, that should work.”

You look up at him, licking your lips in hesitation before you pull him down for a kiss. “Okay. But first . . .” Maneuvering him on the two pushed together mattresses of your dingle so you’re on top, you run your hands down his body, wrapping your digits around his rock hard length and pumping him a few times. “You’re not going anywhere with a boner that big.”

“Matt,” you breathe as he glides into me so incredibly effortlessly, hitting deep over and over. “Oh God, Matt.”

“Angel,” he grunts, a delicious blush spreading up and across his chest and neck. “Fuck, I needed you.”

“You’ve got me,” you smile, taking one of his hands in yours, lacing your fingers together while he thrusts into you. “Mm, you’ve got me, Matty. I’m yours. Only yours. ’m not going anywhere.”

The softest smile spreads across his features when he rests his forehead on yours. “My girl,” he whispers before bringing his lips to yours.

Dipping his lips to your neck, his holds your hips up so your back arches slightly off of the bed while he thrusts into you.

“Matty,” you whimper. “I lo—mm! Matt!”

Matt places wet kisses all over your chest and neck before he brings his lips back to yours.

“So perfect,” he mutters in between kisses, and it’s then that you hear the twist and jiggle of the doorknob.

Matt abruptly breaks your embrace, frantically moving to cover your body with his, and you curl inward and down to the mattress, facing the wall so Foggy won’t be able to see your face.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Foggy says, and you can hear his hurried movements to grab what he needs. “Inopportune timing, I know, but Marci invited me on a weekend getaway, and I need some things.”

“Just hurry,” Matt urges him, and you can tell that the rapid way that his chest rises and falls isn’t from your interrupted exertion. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, I am out of—,” Foggy starts, but he doesn’t finish his sentence. “Those are (Y/N)’s shoes.”

“What would her shoes be doing in our room, Foggy? She can’t just leave them places —she kind of needs them. Besides, I’m kind of in the middle of something here.”

You hear Foggy’s bag fall to the floor with a thud.

Shit.

“Matt, who’s with you?”

“Foggy—.”

“You know, I think I might just give (Y/N) a call. Check up on her.”

“Fog—.”

“Wait,” you sigh, closing your eyes in distress and defeat as you break your silence. Adjusting from under Matt, you turn to look at your friend. The look of pure betrayal and hurt is one that will haunt you for the rest of your life. But what’s even scarier, is how quickly the hurt in his eyes turns to pure, red-hot anger.

“Get away from them!” Foggy shouts, pulling Matt off the bed, Matt barely having enough time to react and keep his sheets around his hips. “Don’t you dare touch them!” You hop down from the mattress, standing between the two best friends and roommates, sticking your arms out to create extra distance in the tiny dorm so Foggy doesn’t absolutely jump Matt.

“Stop it!” you urge.

“I can’t believe you!” Foggy continues.

“Foggy, believe me, we didn’t mean for this to happen, it just did—,” Matt tries.

“You know how much they mean to me, and you just decided to ignore it and drop your pants for a quick fuck—!”

“Hey, whoa, out of line, Foggy!” you interrupt. “Don’t put this on Matt like that, we both—.”

“I’m not talking to him, I’m talking to you!” he clarifies. “You know that Matt is my best friend, and you go and do this? How could you? I can’t believe you! After all the things I’ve told you, about how his is with women—.”

“Hey!”

“—how could you be so careless and reckless?”

“Excuse me—.”

“I thought you were smarter than this! I can’t believe you!”

“Foggy—.”

“I can’t even look at you. Just get out of here!”

Tears burn at my lash line as I let his words absorb into me.

“Get out!” he repeats, the level and tone of his voice something I am thoroughly unused to. “I never want to see you again.”

You would’ve rather he just sent an open-faced slap across your face. His words and his tone cut you like a knife and are worse than any other pain you have or could ever experience. Mixed with his glare more than confirm that my best and oldest friendship has now been severed in half with no chance of reconciliation.

“Fog—,” Matt starts quietly, breaking the deathly silence in the room.

“I’m going,” you say after a moment, grabbing the clothes you can find. You don’t really care that they are Matt’s sweats—you just want to get out as fast as you can. Throwing them on and grabbing your bag, you begin to rush out of the room, only for Matt to take a few steps out to follow you.

“(Y/N)—,” he says softly, his beautiful hazel eyes desperately trying to focus on your face as his tongue darts out ever so slightly on his lips.

“I’ll see you later, Matty,” you tell him with a kiss to his cheek, as he holds your hand feet away from his door in the empty hallway.

“It’ll be okay,” he whispers, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

You squeeze it back. “No. It won’t.”

“How mad is he still?” you ask quietly as lie with Matt in bed, unable to stand the silence in the room that allows your thoughts to run wild, ramping up your anxiety over the friendship that you lost. Foggy was true to his words when he said he never wanted to see you again—he has cut you off cold in every way imaginable, from changing his route from dorm to class, to finding a new coffee shop and time to eat in the mess hall, to changing his seat in class to the other side of the room, and even going as far as to request a new partner for a project, erasing every possible venue where you could interact.

“He’s still really upset about it all,” Matt sighs. “He’s talking to me. It’s not exactly the same degree as it was, but it’s enough where we are moving back to what we were. It’s still awkward sometimes, though.”

“Does he know that we’re still together?”

“He does.” Matt pauses for a long while, his arm rubbing up and down your arm as if he’s listening to your silent question that screams through the dorm room. “We don’t talk about relationships, though.”

You let your breath hitch in your chest while your jaw tightens, a fresh wave of guilt that you haven’t felt in a long time washing over you. “I’m sorry that I’ve made things weird between you guys,” you whisper on the verge of tears.

“It’s not your fault, (Y/N).”

You snuggle down into his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. “Sure as hell feels like it.”

“He’ll move past it. It’s just gonna take time. Before you know it, it’ll be back to how it was.”

“It won’t be the same, Matt. You know that it won’t. Especially after all these months . . . it’s dead and gone and buried.”

“It will be okay, (Y/N).” When you don’t respond, Matt moves his hands down your body and situates you so you’re sitting on top of him, the covers pooling around your waist and leaving you exposed to the cold winter air that seeps in through the old windows of the dorm. “I promise you, (Y/N), that it will all be okay. And you know how I know? You and Foggy have the biggest hearts of everyone I know. There’s so much love in there, and there’s so much love that you have for one another. So when I tell you that it’s going to be okay, it will be okay.”

You give him a small smile, leaning down and taking his face in your hands, giving him a soft and sweet kiss.

“Thanks, Matt,” you whisper, brushing his hair off of his forehead.

“Hey, I know what will get that smile to grow.” With his hands on your hips, he begins to rock you back and forth along his leg, holding you down, placing just the right amount of pressure down on your hips to create the friction that you need between your legs.

“Dick,” you chuckle as he guides you along his strong, muscular leg.

“You gotta give him a minute before it’s good for either of us,” he hums, only making you laugh more. “But I got you to smile.”

“You always make me smile, Matty.”

“Ditto, angel.”

Your room fills with the slick sound of your core against his leg and your heavy breathing, the sounds only getting louder as your pace increases.

“Right there,” you breathe as he guides your hips on his thigh, soaking the skin that’s there and creating a mess between your legs. “Fuck, Matty. It’s so fucking good, baby.”

“Grab a condom, angel,” he moans. “Fuck, I gotta get in you soon. Need you, angel.”

Twisting around quickly, you go to reach for the box in your nightstand. However, you twist too quick, losing your balance and teetering off of Matt’s thigh, crashing down on the concrete floor of your dorm, your arm breaking the fall. You groan in pain, muffling the sound by keeping your mouth shut as it tries to escape your lungs, and you hold onto your forearm, a throbbing pain radiating from deep down.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Matt asks you as he gets out of the bed and helps you up.

“Fine,” you grit through your teeth. “It’s fine.”

“It doesn’t sound fine.” You wince when his hand grazes your arm. “(Y/N)—.”

“I’m okay. I just whacked my arm real good.”

“It sounded like more than that. Take the word of a blind man with really good hearing. It’s more than a whack.”

“Matty, it’s okay.”

“You really should get it checked out. It might be broken.”

“It’s not broken, Matt, trust me. Nothing Advil and ice can’t fix.”

“Sweetheart, please. That way, we can know for sure.”

“Matty—.”

“I’ll foot the bill.”

“It’s not about money, I—.”

“Go for me. It’ll make me feel better to know that a medical professional says you’re fine,” he continues. “Please, angel.”

You let out a sigh, taking in how concerned he is and how soft his features are.

“You’re gonna have to help me get dressed,” you concede.

“It’s gonna be a while,” you tell Matt as you sit back down next to him in the waiting room.

“But the forms are filled out,” he says with a little smirk. “One step down.”

“I’m telling you, Matt, it’s probably nothing.”

“And then you can rub it in my face. But at least I’ll feel better knowing you’re all right.”

“Yeah, but you’ll have an uncomfortably sore back.”

“C’mere,” he whispers, having you adjust and snuggle into his chest as you sit in the stiff, flat seats. “I always feel better when you’re on me—it’ll cancel out the shitty chairs.”

You chuckle softly, finding the sweet spot that you love to curl into. “You’re a good pillow, you know that?”

“You might have told me once or twice before.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head while he throws his coat over you like a blanket. The motion immediately brings the sleep creeping at the edge of your consciousness to the forefront, slowly taking over. “Try and sleep, angel. I’ll wake you up when they call.”

“No sleep til Brooklyn,” you smile.

“You’re hilarious,” he sighs, lightly resting his head on yours. “You still need to sleep. You were up late studying for your last final, got, what, maybe three hours of sleep? And you’ve been going all day. I’ll wake you up when they want to take you back, I promise.”

You yawn wide and snuggle into him, closing your eyes and feeling just how heavy they are. “Kay, Matty. Love you.”

You feel his hand slip into yours on on good arm. “Love you, too, angel.”

When you feel Matt gently shake you awake, you’re sure you must have only closed your eyes for a short while, but when Matt helps me up, your watch tells you that it’s several hours later.

“Want help, angel?” he asks as you slide his jacket back over to him.

“I’ve got it, Matty,” you hum, giving his lips a quick peck. “Besides, I got to prove to you that it’s all fine.”

“Okay,” he chuckles, giving the hand on your good arm a squeeze. “See you soon.”

After he listens to you get led back, Matt tunes into the orchestra of the waiting room, listening to anything and everything for a long while before something catches him off guard.

“What happened?” a familiar voice rings in Matt’s ears in the quieting ER.

“Foggy? What are you doing here?” Matt asks, standing up.

“Marci was visiting her cousin that had a baby. She saw you guys come in, said that something looked wrong.”

“(Y/N) hurt her arm. She didn’t want to come, but she was in a lot of pain. I almost had to drag her here.”

“What happened? How’d she hurt it?”

“She was trying to reach for something and overestimated the stretch. She fell off the mattress and landed hard on her arm.”

“Is it broken?” Foggy asks as he sits in your empty seat.

“I think it is,” Matt sighs, mirroring his friend’s movements. “She’s convinced she’s fine, though.”

“Of course she thinks she’s fine. She never wants to admit when she’s hurt. It’s like when she gets a cold, it’s always just—.

“Allergies’,” Matt finishes with a smirk. “Yeah. You know, she got a really bad cold about a month ago, and she would swear a blue streak that she was okay. I had to keep a bag of lozenges in my bag with a to-go Tylenol so when her fever spiked, I could give her some with some water or get her a tea from the coffee cart. I don’t know how she muscled through it. It was really bad.”

He can hear how his friend turns to look at him. “You really care about her, huh?”

“I love her, Foggy,” Matt tells him. “When I was with Elektra, I thought that was love. But being with (Y/N) . . . I know she’ll always be there. She makes me better. She helps me be who I want to be. And I’d do absolutely anything for her. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.” He tilts his head to his friend. “You know she didn’t want to date me at first? She was afraid it’d ruin our friendship, but she was more worried about how you would take it. She didn’t want to hurt your feelings. After everything . . . Fog, (Y/N)’s absolutely torn up about it.”

“You know, I’ve thought a lot about what I said to her and how I said it,” Foggy starts. “The look on her face . . . The worst thing about it all is that when I said those words, I wanted them to hurt her, and I did exactly that, and I felt good that I did. She looked so broken. By the time I wanted to try and talk to her, I burned that bridge so much I couldn’t reach her. I feel like the biggest piece of shit that there is.”

“If I know anything, it’s that (Y/N) loves you, and you and your friendship means the world to her. That bridge isn’t gone. If anything . . . The map was lost. And just because the map is lost doesn’t mean that the path over that bridge is gone for good.”

“You think so?” Foggy asks hesitantly.

“I know so. And if I know you and (Y/N) even a fraction of how well I do, things will be okay.”

“Thanks, Matt.”

“I’m just telling you the truth, man.”

As they talk in the waiting room, everything starts to feel like it used to—the ease, the comfort, the flow of conversation. After about ninety minutes, Foggy declares a quest for coffee, groaning as he stands, bemoaning just how uncomfortable the ER seats are. Shortly after Foggy disappears, Matt hears your heartbeat grow closer to the double doors you went through, the nurse giving you a list of care instructions. Matt smirks to himself while he can, taking some pride in the fact that he convinced you to get some help and prevent it from becoming worse, but willing to play none the wiser for when you come out.

“I’m not saying that you were right, only that I underestimated the severity,” you sigh as you meet Matt in the waiting room.

“What was it?” Matt asks, leaning in to kiss your cheek, but you wince when his hand is on your arm. “(Y/N), this feels like a cast.”

“Well, yes, it is. My radius and ulna are broken. But I was right, I’m fine. I’ll survive.”

“You are absolutely fit to be a lawyer,” he chuckles, kissing you once more. “When can the cast come off?”

“It’ll be off just in time for the start of the semester. No kinky sex stuff, though.”

“I’m sure we can find some kinky stuff to do that won’t hurt it. Trust me, I can get very creative.”

You laugh as he leans in for a kiss, your lips still turned into a smile as you embrace. When you pull back, you see Foggy approaching with a coffee travel tray. You immediately dip your head and avoid looking at him, unable to fight the feeling of tears that instantly bloom in your chest.

“You still like cinnamon in your coffee, right?” Foggy asks, making you tilt your head up to look at him, his other hand extending the hot cup to you.

“Two sugars?” you ask softly.

“No cream,” he says with a little smile.

Taking it with your good hand, you let the cup warm you up. “Thanks, Foggy.”

“I’ll hail a taxi for us,” Matt says, pressing a kiss into your hair and then patting Foggy on the shoulder, leaving nothing but thick air between you and the person you’ve known your whole life.

“Listen, (Y/N)—.”

“I’m sorry, Foggy,” you blurt, unable to contain it. “With Matt, we just kissed, and I didn’t want to stop kissing him, but I really didn’t want to hurt you. It was head and heart and I just froze, and I lost my best friend because of it. I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, (Y/N),” Foggy says softly, looking like he just saw a puppy get kicked. “I thoroughly overreacted. I should have been happy that my two friends were together and happy. Instead, I turned into a big brother and treated both of you like you didn’t know what you’re doing. I dunno . . . I guess I had just wished you would’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want you to be mad. And the longer I waited, well, it felt like I couldn’t tell you,” you tell him. “I’m so sorry.”

“You love him?” is all that Foggy asks.

“I really do,” you nod. “He loves me, too. He hasn’t said it, but I just have a feeling, you know?”

“Something tells me that he does, too.” His brows furrow in concern. “Can you forgive me?”

“Of course, Fog. Do you forgive me?”

“I’d wrap you in a big hug as a silent ‘You bet your bottom, I do’, but then I’d hurt your arm even more than it already is.”

“You still can,” you say with a small smile. “I’m a tough cookie. I can handle it.”

“How about when the two of you aren’t holding hot beverages?” Matt interjects as he reapproaches you.

“Attention to detail—that’s why you’ll be an excellent lawyer,” Foggy teases.

“Thanks, man,” Matt tells him, putting his jacket around your shoulders. “Good to go, angel?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you hum.

“I say let’s go to Josie’s. Drinks on me,” Foggy says as you move to the cab. “I’ve got my best friends back—if that isn’t cause for celebration, I don’t know what is.

“You think we’ll have time?” Matt asks, feeling at his watch as you guide him into the taxi.

“I’m sure she’d keep the bar open just a little longer for her favorite patrons and retainered legal council.”

“None of us are lawyers yet, Fog,” you chuckle as Foggy tells the cabbie the address for the bar.

“But we will be after we pass the Bar, and once we are, we’ll be her lawyers. Bingo, bango, bongo. She’ll let us have a tab and everything.”

“Dreaming big, aren’t you?” Matt laughs.

“Oh yeah, once we get that tab, we’ll be able to take over the world.”

“How about save the world?” you offer.

“Matt’s big humanitarian heart has gotten to you, I see.”

“C’mon, Fog. Who better to stick up for the little guys than three little guys from the Kitchen?”

“You make a good point. But I do counter—big office space with nice big windows and a view.”

“Well, a big office space would be nice. Windows and a view isn’t a deal breaker for me,” Matt smirks.

“We’ve got a real comedian over here.”

“All I’m saying is that if we’re helping people, does it really matter what the space is like?”

“Well, it’d be nice to have walls, floors, WiFi—ooh, no lead paint . . .”

“Okay, the space matters a little bit,” Matt and Foggy laugh as the cab comes to a halt, Matt beating you to the punch and paying the driver before you can unzip your bag.

“Regardless of its size, the space has to be in the Kitchen,” you settle. “If we’re gonna help the people, we need to be with the people.”

“Amen,” Foggy agrees, followed by Matt’s, “Here, here!” as we walk in.

“Sounds like we’ve got a future to plan,” you smile as you sit between them at the bar.

“Josie—the eel, please!” Foggy asks. “And several napkins: I’ve got some designing to do.”

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iovetecchou · 1 year

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Tecchou Suehiro NSFW headcanons

AFAB Reader

• Tecchou isn’t for one night stands or anything like that

• I feel like he would only "do the do" with his partner

• and you’ll probably be initiating the intimacy more often than he is because he’s so damn dense when you're horny

• 100% into you riding his thighs, i mean have you seen how gorgeous his are???

• ab riding too, for sure. any time you’re on top and using him for your own pleasure gets him riled up so fast

• definitely likes to give more than receive, eats pussy like a champ

• he can also finger you for hours on end and you’re not complaining one bit. i mean… his fingers are so long they hit all the right places inside you that leave you screaming out his name

• your moans for him encourage him further, he gets completely pussy drunk. absolutely overstimming you more often than not because he just gets so caught up in the moment

• most definitely says “i love you” when he cums nearly every time

• also refers to sex as "making love"

• you could have fucked in the filthiest ways imaginable and he would still say you two 'made love'

• also pretty big on shower or bath sex, which starts out super innocent but escalates rather quickly, having things end up with you bouncing on his cock cowgirl style while the water splashes out the sides of the tub

• or with him having you pressed up against the shower wall, thrusting into from behind while he holds one of your legs up so he can feel you deeper. Panting into the shell of your ear as he fucks up into you

• innocent things get him going as well! he can’t help it, he just loves you so much. for instance, when he sees your sleepy face. you look so peaceful and content and, oh fuck— he’s hard.

• which also leads us to… somnophilia. mhm, baby boy is definitely into that.

• when he gets home late from work, and he sees you stayed up on the couch waiting for him to come home before you inevitably passed out? it gets him so eager for you.

• he's immediately carrying you to the bedroom, wasting no time before he’s fucking between your thighs. half his work uniform on as he’s thrusting against you.

• your panties are simply just pushed to the side, so tecchou can feel your slicked up pussy against the underside of his throbbing cock. the head of his dick nudging your clit with each thrust as you moan out in your sleep.

• cuddle fucking is a must! you both would be mostly clothed still as he lazily humps you from behind. his deep, raspy morning voice echoing through your ears as he moans and grunts from behind you. getting so lost at the feeling of you wrapped around his dick

• tecchou loves mutual masturbation. his eyes are always glued to your face while you pleasure yourself in front of him. dick throbbing at the sight in his own hand, as he fucks up into his fist at an ungodly pace

• "you want to touch it, angel? yeah... i want to touch you too. c'mere, i'll make you feel real good."

• play with his nipples. his are so sensitive

• he'll be whining and whimpering like a little slut when you flick your tongue over his taught nipples

• pull his hair while you make out, he fucking loves it

• public sex! oh, you visited him at work to drop off his bento that he forgot this morning? well, now you're pressed up against his desk as he fucks into you so sweetly. whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

• "you came all this way just to drop this off for me? hmn... you're so fucking perfect angel. i love you so much."

• he likes to show off his strength in the bedroom, he is the strongest hunting dog after all!

• he'll have you wrap your legs around his waist, tangling your hands deep within his tousled locks while he fucks you against the wall. digging his nails into your thighs as he thrusts up into you at an unwavering pace

• tecchou is a possessive and clingy lover, believe it or not.

• he becomes a completely different lover when he's jealous or tense from work

• once you give him the green light to take all of his stress out on you? oh you're in for a treat

• he'll grab you by the hair as he forces you down to your knees. shoving his cock down your throat with no warning. he'll call you filthy names as he fucks your face vigorously.

• "what, you're crying? you can take it. it's not like you haven't sucked my cock before, slut."

• "yeah, that's it. keep choking on my dick just like that. you're such a filthy cockwhore."

• he would fuck you from behind as he delivers harsh slaps to your ass. tugging your hair fiercely as he plunges himself roughly inside your needy hole.

• "you like it when i fuck you like this? yeah, you do. you're squeezing me so much. you're only like this for me, yeah? my own personal cocksleeve."

• oh but the following day, he's so shy and embarrassed about how he acted the night prior.

• he would be blushing so much, averting his gaze from your own.

• "i don't know what came over me last night. I'm so sorry angel... let me make you breakfast in bed to make up for it." he would make you chocolate chip waffles with soy sauce on top as the syrup. so eat at your own will.

• king of aftercare btw

• the second you both finish, he's making his way toward the bathroom. grabbing you a glass of water and a warm washcloth as he wipes you clean.

• he's so gentle with you too...

• "you were so perfect for me angel. did i make you feel good?"

• "let me draw you a bath. i'll brush your hair when you get out, okay?"

there's so much more i could add but I'm going to leave it here for now. maybe a part two in the future!

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kneelingshadowsalome · 5 months

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would you ever be interested in writing a more masc reader? i kind of got it by know you write fem!reader exclusively, so i've been wondering if you'd write something along the lines a manly gal.

like the type that sees könig do his pushups, she must also immediately try to catch up to him? she sits manspread and wears manly clothes and makes everything a raunchy sex joke and has no shame and is kind of a muscle mommy and a total gremlin? something like that? and it disarms könig completely cuz he's used to damsels in distress, but this one can do everything herself but somehow wants him?? like an equal partner?

also can u pls tell each of your königs i love them with all i have? pls? 🥺 they're like my reason for living this past year i wanna give them a big sweet kiss and pet them

🤲 here, have an offering as gratitude. ignore the arms lol

Maaaan your offering 😭😭💖💞

And yes I have a habit of writing König with helpless maidens and sassy fairies don’t I 😂

So… König with masc!reader…. (Lol this turned out very rivals to lovers but I hope you enjoy!)

König can be a little off-putting. One would think that a man of his size wouldn’t get so threatened by a girl with some muscles on her... But you catch him mansplaining guns to you more than once, showing off his new rifle and then snapping his mouth shut when you fire a round of 5 bullseyes with a calm, stable breath and perfect posture.

“It’s nice,” you give it back to him, “but I’ve seen better.”

Knowing that you just threw his own words back at him – he’s always boasting on the field – König just blinks and grabs his rifle from you.

“...Where?”

“In my safe,” you shrug, trying to keep a neutral face.

And you’ve seen him during sparring, knowing already that he likes to one-up everyone. König is skilled and fierce, but he’s also competitive to the point of petty, which is why you’re amused when he suddenly turns gentle, even hesitant when paired with you.

At some point, it starts to get on your nerves though. It’s slightly insulting, even sexist, that he’s trying to treat you like a gentleman when you’re supposed to hit each other. So, you snap a good right hook through his guard and watch the man see some stars. Hoping that it would fix that attitude, you do it again, and again until he stops giving you the princess treatment.

But even after that, you see he’s holding back. The more you try to get him to attack properly, the more pissed off he gets, refusing to strike you even when you bring him down – a man twice your size – and gloat over him. His eyes are flaming because he just lost for the sake of some weird “I don’t hit women” policy, and it shouldn’t bother you. The man’s an asshole, what are you to do?

Still, it’s giving you a headache. Did you win the match only because he allowed it? You almost smack him in the head again. You already dealt with these kinds of idiots at the training program, and now you have to take shit from pros too? While you’re the pro? Jesus.

Determined to give him hell for the rest of the week, you make a lousy joke about the size of his gun when you go on a mission. It’s a bit unhanded, because this lame ass fool actually gets bothered by your quip, and you mentally beat yourself up for messing with your partner’s head before an important hostage rescue.

He barges through the door like a bull, and you purse your lips under your balaclava – on the other hand, is it even your fault if he gets killed because of some stupid Freudian joke?

This guy is simply too much fun…

So what happens is that you can’t keep your mouth shut. It’s horrid, what comes out of your lips when he’s trying to save lives. Things such as:

“Do you have your gun in hand?”

“I’ll keep an eye on your six while you take the women”

“Did you see their faces when König rammed himself in?”

The innuendos are obvious and rampant and so bad that König is surely blushing under that hood before you even board the plane. On top of everything, he rubs the barrel of his gun up and down in the plane because he’s so nervous. He does it absent-mindedly; the poor guy probably doesn’t understand the outrageous amount of Freudian jokes that could be cracked about that…

You try to pull yourself together after that because otherwise, people would start to suspect you’re having a crush on him. Army humour is army humour but you’re taking this shit a bit too far… Your jokes have never been this bad before, they certainly never induced such crazy behaviour from a guy.

...Because it turns out that you’ve awoken a demon.

At the gym, you see König watching you do pull ups – you’re the only girl there, yes, but you don’t wear some sculpting, seamless gym pants and a suggestive sports bra. You only have your old sweats and a tank top on, but the man's looking at you like he’s dreaming of either killing or fucking you. He's smashing the plates around like they've just personally insulted him, and glares at your way again, then lifts more than you’ve ever seen anyone lift before. He never talks to you: just stops and stares when you’re doing a set, then does his own, then glares.

You don’t know if it’s some kind of an awkward challenge or if he’s trying to flirt with you – menacingly – but you’re a mess after that gym session.

Next time during training, König personally offers to spar with you: he even pushes away the guy that had been assigned as your pair. And this time, he doesn’t hold back. He’s serious, and rough, and fucking frightening.

“That’s it, big boy,” you’re panting before half a minute has passed, “You finally found your groove?”

“No talking during sparring,” he grunts, and almost manages to land a blow – almost, because it ends with him on the floor. The takedown is something even KorTac’s best would be proud of, but he doesn’t allow you to gloat this time. Oh no: he rolls through it: actually, he rolls so that he lands on top of you, then smashes his whole weight on your chest to keep you down.

“Right where I want you,” he says, so brunt and brief that you’re not sure if you just imagined it.

“Is...that...so?”

You try to fight him in vain: he only presses you further into the mat and forces even your face to the side with his own.

“I thought you liked girls,” he pants into your ear, so low that the others can’t hear.

“That’s funny,” you whisper through clenched teeth, fingers curled around his shirt. “I thought you liked girls.”

You hear him draw air right beside your ear, and then – it’s unmistakable, the throbbing pulse against your thigh.

He’s getting hard.

The fucking moron is getting hard during a sparring session with you–

“There’s no need to crush your partner,” the trainer instructs, to everybody grinding on the mat in general, perhaps, but you have a feeling he’s directing the words König who’s currently choking you with his entire body.

“Is this what you want?”

He lets you breathe, only enough so you can turn and have another staring competition with him, this time with his mouth only a hair’s breadth away. Those eyes are hard as steel and as beautiful as snow, and that stare still wants to either fuck or murder you…

“Hm? You want to get crushed?”

“...Why do you think I joined the army?” You laugh breathlessly, eyes glimmering from mirth. He’s such a sight when he’s angry and confused.

Your cheeky answer only makes him more perplexed. Poor man – it’s so easy to tease him that you almost feel like a bully.

“That's right... Take your time getting up, there’s no need to rush,” you breathe, and watch the snow melt into a bewildered cerulean sea.

It sets sooner than you thought, his lids dropping as he settles to watch your lips, the heavy pulse on your neck.

“Oh I’m up already.”

#könig x reader #könig x you #“like an equal partner” lol I TRIED #an attempt was made

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neopuppy · 5 months

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Who do you think it's the nastiest in nct? (in a sexual way ofc)

I feel like both jaemin and jaehyun give off some perturbing vibes, i love jeno, specially fanfic jeno ( I'm joking hahaha), but he screams very nice to me , just like Johnny, i mean they can be nasty but it's not in a perturbed way idk if you get me

I think I’ve said this before but I think nearly all of them would be such a disappointment irl lmao. thats why fanfics cool, bc its not likely we’ll ever fuck any of them to find out anyway, and even if we did….. most of them probably wouldn’t live up to the fantasy in our minds idk

(like for example: the way czennies like to convince themselves that Judy must be fucking someone…..meanwhile she on here reading my Jeno fics like the rest of you🤷🏻‍♀️ idk if I had the real thing….why would I be reading abt the fictional one!!! but thats my opinion😬)

if I had to say who’s ever implied they could get nasty nasty it’s probably Taeyong or Ten, but I don’t wanna think about TY fucking and Ten……nctzens have really ruined my ability to fangirl for him. they try to do this with my other biases, like as far as twitters concerned Jeno’s a flaming homosexual baby girl, and he could be who knows! but as a heterosexual cis gendered woman……I’m looking at men who have never discussed their sexual preferences with us as fans and sell us a fantasy and going with that. so. its hard though when it feels like a major part of the fandom are very abrasive with their opinions that are bible according to them……I guess Jeno personally told them all that he lets Jaemin top him idk idk🤨

I don’t think Johnny would be nasty persay BUT I think he’d be one of the least awkward/more passionate and accommodating? like he’d make you feel the most comfortable and dare I say…..talk you through it😮‍💨 I’m sure he could get nastyish tho, but I see him as very ~gentle giant~ in reality, he’s a little too good at that sweet easy going persona for me to not believe it’s not partially true. STILL…….MY FICTIONAL JOHNNY LAYS PIPE DOWNNNN, breeding kink, daddy kink, and medium dom bc he can go soft or hard with you😗 this has a lot to do with maturity as I do see him as one of the more level headed and mature members, but also I’m kind of extreme delusional abt Johnny so……

I think Jaemin would be an absolute dud in bed, sorry guys ,!:&&,/‘amzmmamxmx he gives boring, not freaky, and like…..traditional. he prob hits two positions at most. a shame bc my fictional Jaemin…….he’s wild.

dare I say………Jeno’s probably a lover, he’s so soft I can’tttttttt. BUT I know there’s a beast there, and his stamina’s definitely crazy, I do think he likes some emotional sex though, but…..whatever😅

idk who else could be freaky, I feel like the fandom leans to painting Taeyong/Yuta/Ten that way since they experiment more with their looks(understandable, as a goth thot stereotype myself). ultimately it’s more about what their partners comfortable with. not everyone’s into getting nasty……can’t relate, but hey we’ll always have fanfic🤝💚

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 1 year

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Soft Dom Bangchan x Female Reader Sub!

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), orgasm denial. sexual content included I am going to say this is strictly 18+ MDNI fan fiction.

Summary:A sub needs a dom, a dom wants a sub but what happens when feelings overlap with contracts and love creeps in? Will a contract remain only a contract? Or are emotions like love too hard to keep in check?

A/N: would also like to dedicate this story to @daceydeath , thank you for always putting up with my deluluness, also thank you for putting up with my drama fill life honestly. I wouldn’t be still writing if it wasn’t for you encouraging me. Also thank you so much for writing my summary xx

Chan pov

Her body lay on the bed, unable to move. “She shouldn’t have challenged me,” I thought.

Watching her lay there, however, sends a shiver down my spine. I’m filled with a strange mixture of emotions. On the one hand, I feel powerful that I was able to render her unable to move. On the other hand, I feel a deep connection with her, one that’s almost instinctive. I can sense her desire for me, and I can’t help but feel drawn to her. “Come and shower with me,” I whisper in her ear before kissing her soft skin.

“Or can you not even walk to the shower?” I laughed, knowing full well I had never fucked anyone like I just did y/n.

“Ha funny…..I can walk." She scoffs, determined; her legs are shaky as she stands off the bed. Worried she might fall suddenly, I hover my hands over her hips as she walks to the ensuite.

She must have seen me in the mirror because a laugh escaped her mouth. “Channie, I’m okay”, she continued giggling.

“Oh…I-uh” I'm embarrassed that she caught me, my face becomes pink.

“Sorry,” I say, stepping back.

She giggles, but I get so intoxicated by her perfectly curved body that I forget why I am here.

“Channie”, she clears her throat.

"Mmm," I said, snapping out of my trance; the blood was no longer rushing back down to my dick.

“Could you, um, turn the shower on?” She laughed.

“Oh right, haha…sorry,” I brush my hand along her lower back. As I turn the water on, I feel goosebumps on her skin.

A small smile forms on her face sending my heart racing in my chest; how could one person's smile make me feel this way?

I wait for the water to warm up; once the steam fills the shower, I open the door, place my hand on Y/N's lower back, and escort her into the shower.

Honestly, I have no plans. I just wanted an excuse to keep her close to me, and a shower was all I could think of.

I can’t help but look down at the water trickling down her skin; all I want to do is pin her to the shower wall and fuck her stupid. However, watching her hiss as the water hits her sensitive area makes me feel guilty enough already. The sensation of her skin beneath my fingertips is more enticing than any fantasy I can conjure, and yet I resist, knowing that she is too overstimulated to enjoy it.

"Are you okay?" I asked in a low tone, trying to gauge her pain level by looking at her facial expressions.

“I’m okay, haha…just shocked me”, she smiled so sweetly.

Y/N pov

“Fuck”, you think to yourself as the water flushes through your lips, making you hiss at the sensation.

“Are you okay?” He looked distressed.

“I’m okay, haha…just shocked me”, you replied; the truth was you’d never been overstimulated to the point you could barely walk before.

Chan's fingers caress your side as he leans in and brushes his lips against yours. You felt your heart race as Chan's touch sent a wave of electricity through your body. You felt like you were melting and could hardly contain yourself; it was a feeling you had never experienced before. “I will never get sick of these lips”, he whispers to you, brushing his thumb across the area where your lips meet.

You crack a smile before you gently kiss his lips. “What was that for?” His eyes were still shut.

“For being so sweet,” you giggle as he grabs your hips pulling you in. His lips attack your neck playfully.

“Chan…stop it”, you giggle as he places light kisses down your neck.

“You have the cutest laugh” he continues to trace his lips across your jawline.

…….

As you’re about to walk out of the shower, you hear, “Wait” Chan shuffles his way out of the shower and wraps a towel around his hips.

“Okay,” he says, pulling your towel off the hook and walking over to the shower to help wrap it around you.

Kissing you just below your ear as he wraps it around your body.

………

“I should go to bed”, you mumble; cuddling with Chan on the couch quickly becomes your favourite pastime.

“You sure? Can I entice you to stay?” He kisses your shoulder, slowly making his way up to your neck.

“Goodnight, Channie,” you say as you get up from the couch; you turn to look at Chan pouting on the couch.

Then he suddenly gets up and starts following you to your room. “You're driving me crazy…you know that, right?” He smiles, leaning against your doorframe.

Your cheeky smile spreads across your face as you ask”Am I”, knowing he can't cross past the line.

You slowly close the door in Chan's face, hearing him grow as the door gets locked.

“Oh, you are so getting punished tomorrow”, you hear as he heads down to his bedroom.

…..

Sunday morning

You wake up to the smell of pancakes and coffee.

Excited for breakfast, you hop up and walk out of your room with your pjs still on.

"Good morning, sir”, you smile as he is cooking up some pancakes. You sit on the kitchen bench as Chan pours some more batter into the pan.

“How did you sleep?” He says, flipping the pancakes over.

“I slept so good” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Do you feel okay?” You assume he meant from the multiple orgasms he gave you last night.

“I feel fine”, you smile. Chan scoffs at your comment.

“Sooooo pancakes, yum!" you said, attempting to grab one off the plate.

Chan grabs your hand before you reach the plate. “I only make pancakes for good girls.”

Your eyes widen as you remember last night when you thought it would be funny to close the door in Chan's face. You gulp as he suddenly cages you in with his body. “Did you think I would forget about last night?”

Chan's hand slowly traces your inner tights as he spends your legs apart, settling his body between them. You can feel his anger radiating off him as he stares down at you, his hands tightening around your waist. His eyes search your face for any sign of remorse, his lips thin, straight line. You can't help but feel a little relieved when you see a spark of desire in his gaze, replacing his anger with something else.

His fingers pull your underwear to the side and Chan pushes your body down so your back is now touching the cold bench. Chan's tongue traces your pussy up to your clit sucking slightly, a moan escapes your mouth. You couldn’t help but squeeze his head between your legs as a flash of pleasure rushed through your body. Chan chuckled, causing a vibration against your clit, arching your body further into his mouth. Chan spends your legs wider as he continues to eat your heat. His eyes lock with yours as his lips suck on your clit. You can't help but let out a moan as Chan's skilled tongue sends pleasure shooting through your body. His eyes remain locked with yours as he increases his ministrations, widening your legs and focusing on your clit with an intensity that leaves you quivering.

“I think last night you forgot who you belong to, baby girl” his stare intensified as he flicked your clit with his tongue.

Your eyes start to go hazy as you begin to reach your bliss. Into your center, he mumbled, "Who do you belong to?".

“You”, you moan softly.

“Again…. Repeat it,” his tongue circling your entrance, causing you to verge on the edge of orgasm.

“You, sir”, you moan as you run your fingers through his hair, ready for his commands to let you cum.

Then he stops and all the sensations of your orgasm fade away. He lets go of you entirely. His sudden lack of touch leaves you feeling empty and desperate for his touch, the feeling of his hands on your body and the sensation of pleasure that his touch brings. You feel a mix of confusion, anticipation and desire, not knowing what will happen next.

“Good, now let’s eat”, he smiles as he pulls your nightgown back down, helping you off the bench before he starts plating up your pancakes.

Your body aches for the high chan has denied you. Still sitting at the table, you quickly become excited about the delicious cinnamon pancakes Chan has made for you.

“Coffee?” Chan says, pouring you a cup.

“Yes, please,” you say with a big grin.

…….

CHAN POV

It took all my strength not to finish her off on the kitchen bench; her moan will fill my head long after she’s gone today.

“Okay, I have to go”, she says, grabbing her keys as she walks out of her bedroom in a sexy little black dress.

“Oh okay….so early?” I said, looking over at the clock.

“I know. I’m sorry, Jill wants Noah and me there early for this meeting,” she says. God, she looks stunning, all dressed in her tight dress that barely covers her lower thigh.

“Well, I have a busy week ahead….with the comeback happening, so I won’t be able to see you until Friday,” I said, hopping off the couch and walking towards her.

She places her hands on my shoulders and leans in to kiss me. “I’ll text you later”, she says before her lips brush against mine.

I make sure to squeeze her hips before she pulls away. “Bye, Channie”, she smiles as she walks out my front door.

……..

Thursday

“Hey guys,” I said, walking into the studio.

“Where the fuck have you been,” changbin says as I sit down.

I laugh, trying to deflect the question, “You’ve been with that girl, haven’t you?”

“I told you….that didn’t work out,” I said, placing my laptop on the desk, ready for our final comeback meeting with our manager.

“Well, I don’t believe you…” he grumbled as he opened up his laptop.

I hear my phone vibrate.

notification Grace

I’ll have to answer her later when Changbin is less suspicious of me.

Y/N POV

Tuesday morning

“Fuck what am I going to do?” You pace your apartment, waiting for Grace's response.

It had finally set in that within the next 3 weeks, you would have no job, no money, and no apartment. "Fuck", you repeat, taking your phone out to call Grace.

“Hey baby," she says, all bubbly.

“Grace,” you say on the verge of tears.

“What’s wrong?” Her tone changed immediately.

The words seem almost to choke you as you say, "I umm... Jill is closing the store.". That store had been your life for nearly 7 years.

"WHAT?" she yelled.

“What am I going to do, Grace?…no one’s going to want to hire me” Tears form in your eyes as Grace goes silent on the other line.

“Gracie?” You say Grace only remains silent as she comes up with a plan.

“I’ll fix this,” she says as she hangs up the phone.

….

About 30 minutes later, Grace calls you again.

“Hello,” you said, trying not to sound like you had just spent the last 30 minutes crying.

“I spoke to Amie. You can move in with us.”

“What! Gracie, I can’t do that” You didn’t want to intrude on their space.

“Oh, stop it…you are moving in. End of story.”

“But grace..." she cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

“Shut up… I said you’re moving in with us, and that’s final." Your body shivers at her command.

“Thank you, Grace” Out of all the people that knew you, Gracie was always the first person to jump in to help you after your last dom kicked you out, Gracie had been kind enough to find you this apartment, but the truth was you had always struggled with money due to the high rent. Without this job, you can not afford to live here.

“Have you told Chris yet?” The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind.

“No….he’s stressed with work. I can’t do that to him.”

“He basically knows everyone in Seoul Y/N….he could find you a new job tomorrow” truth was you didn’t want to rely on Chan, yes, he was your master, but he’s not your boyfriend. This thing you have with him is strictly a dom and sub-relationship, nothing more.

“I don’t need Chris’s help”, you snarl.

“Hey…watch your tone. I’m trying to help”, she growled back.

You quickly snap out of your attitude. “Let me try first”, you say in a softer tone.

Chan POV

Thursday

“Come on,” I think as I sit through this long-ass meeting.

“Okay, well, thank you for your time today…. As he leaves, we are all hoping for a successful comeback,” our manager says.

I pull out my phone and open Grace's messages. “Have you spoken to Y/N today?” Panic instantly washes over me. What’s wrong? Has something happened to her?

I find myself hitting the call button. She picks up within three rings. “Grace…is everything okay?” She could hear the panic in my voice.

“Clam down…she obviously hasn’t told you then.”

“Told me what?” I excuse myself from the room.

“The shop is closing….have you spoken to her this week?” I could feel the eye roll through the phone.

“I’ve been busy with comeback… what do you mean the shop is closing?….”

“Chan, she has no job…soon she’ll have no money and no apartment” I never thought a sentence could make me feel so useless. How could I have missed this?

“When did you find out?” I must have had a sharp enough tone to make Grace's voice shake.

“Sunday”

“Right….I’ll fix it” I could hear Grace trying to say something, but I hung up the phone.

My blood started to boil at the thought of Y/N not feeling safe enough with me to call or even text me that she was struggling; what kind of a dom am I to not even check in on her.

“Changbin,” I say, walking back into the meeting room. “I have to go,” I said, collecting my laptop.

“Girl problems?” He said jokingly

I ignore him as I swing the strap over my shoulder and walk out of the boardroom.

“Something like that,” I say as I walk out before he can ask a follow-up question.

Y/N pov

Thursday

knock knock

Wondering who it could be at the door, you stop what you’re doing to open it.

“Channie,” you say, shocked that he’s not at work right now, considering he sent you his schedule.

“I thought we were a team”, he frowned.

“What?…. Why are you here?” You said the excitement builds in your body over the last couple of days you have started to miss the affection from him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?…” chan steps into your apartment, before you know it he has you pinned against the wall. “I thought you felt safe with me” he whispers into your ear.

He pulls back and walks over to your coffee table placing his laptop bag down.

“Let me guess…..Gracie?” You rolled your eyes as you shut the door.

“Why didn’t you call me….I can fix this” he turned walking towards you.

"I dont want you to think im just using you" you looked down, chans finger lifts your chin as his eyes flick between you lips and eyes. He smiled softly, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“Your not using me. I want to help you. Please let me fix this.” He leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against yours in a sensual kiss. You felt the warmth of his breath against your skin and the electricity of the moment as your lips met. He pulled away and lightly touched your lips with his tongue. You felt the electricity surge through your veins as he deepened the kiss. His hands were warm and strong against your skin as he pulled you closer.

"Move in with me." You felt the world stop for a moment as you considered his offer. You wanted to say yes, but something inside you held you back. You pulled away and looked into his eyes, a decision forming in your mind.

"I’m not going to do that," you replied, placing your hand on his chest.

His breath on your neck sends goosebumps down your spine as he whispers, "Let me pay your rent.".

“I can’t let you do that either….besides Grace has already offered for me to move in with her and Amie" he growls as he places a light kiss on your neck.

“Grace should know better than to fuck with what’s mine” His possessiveness is evident in his words, and his protective nature is clear. He doesn't want anyone else getting close to you, and he is not afraid to make that known.

The heat passes through your body as Chan uses his fingers to trace up your inner thigh. His possessiveness makes you so horny, his claim over you makes your heart beat faster.

"Is now a bad time to tell you i got you a job at the company?" You jolt at the words and Chan stops his movements. "What? You got me a job?" You ask in disbelief. " I told you let me take care of you.....Move in with me" he says again.

"your not going to let me move in with Gracie are you?"

"I’ve got my lawyer drawing up a new contract" he smiles.

“Chan" you say playfully hitting his chest.

"what i have some things i want him to add anyway" he grins, your mind wondering at the potential. things he could add to his already perfect contract.

A/N: Thank you so so much, i am loving this series so please comment like and reblog to help me gain the motivation to continue bahah:)

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henrywintersdearestgirl · 5 months

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what about makeup sex with henry after a big fight hehe

love u

Merry Christmas, my dearest doves! Love you xx <3

I hope you will like my present:)

Odium

It was already bad timing for them to fight. It was the end of the semester, summer was right around the curb.

All the members of the greek class were together in Francis’ estate, it was easier if anyone had troubles with all of their work. But, that also meant that everyone was on fire, and not in a good way.

The twins were mainly calm and minding their own business, Francis just drank the second he felt an ounce of stress and dragged Richard with him to be a borderline alcoholic. Bunny was the main problem, he was irritating the shit out of everyone, especially Henry and Y/N.

It was obvious that Bunny had a thing for Y/N, it was an ignored open secret for everyone.

But one night, Bunny had drank a bit too much, unfortunately for Henry. Henry was trying to do his work in the library, but Bunny had different plans for him. He plopped down onto the armchair in front of Henry and made himself comfortable.

He just kept on talking, talking and talking. After an hour of his constant yapping, which Henry ignored of course, there was a bit of silence. Until there wasn’t…

Y/N went to sleep hours ago, but she just couldn’t get comfortable, and she felt like she was just not warm enough. She needed Henry’s big and warm body to fall asleep, so she made her way down to the library.

She had heard his distant voice, it made her stop in her tracks. Bunny was talking, and about her. His tone was fuming, and she could just see his angered red face, he must have drunk a whole bottle. She never heard his slurring this much, he wasn’t in his right mind, he will probably forget everything in the morning.

She stayed at the corner and just listened, what a mistake.

“Do you know what I don’t understand, Henry?” He huffed like a small child “You have her all to yourself, and you can’t even fucking cherish it, you fucking bastard!” He was hitting the arm of the chair in frustration “You just show her around, I bet you don’t even love her.” Her heart ached at the words of Bunny, but more at Henry’s silence. She didn’t need to hear her name to know that she was the topic.

“But let me tell you, old chap, if she was mine… Man, how I would love her. And not just her, but that body…” she clenched her fist and jaw, her heart dropped. “I would grab her hair and have those lips around my cock. I would knead and suck those tits all fucking night.” She could hear him creeping closer to Henry “And of course, I would fuck her sweet pu—“

She had turned on her heels and ran back to her room, she heard enough. And it angered her that Henry couldn’t stand up for her. Did he really just wanted to show her off? Without actually loving her? She knew she was beautiful, beautiful like the sun on a cold winter day. But, no, Henry loved her, he showed her multiple times and he really cherished her. Then why didn’t he fucking say something?

She needed space, she knew he would come looking for her. So, she took her bag out and threw in whatever clothing of hers she could find, she even put in a shirt of Henry’s. She may have been angry at him but he was the love of her life. She creeped into Francis’s room, and woke him up lightly, he looked confused and scared that something bad had happened.

“Y-Y/N? What is it? Is something wrong?” He sat up in bed, the moon rested on his pale freckled chest.

“No, no. I just—I have to leave, I must go home. Can I take your car?” He immediately understood that it was something to do with Henry. So, he nodded and gave her the keys. “Please, don’t say anything to Henry…”

“Of course not, my sweet.” He hugged her gently, and felt her shed a few tears on his neck, so he just let her stay like that for a couple of minutes, stroking her hair until she pulled away.

She shed many tears while driving back to her place, and when she plopped down on her bed, she cried even more.

She doesn’t remember when she had fallen asleep, but she woke up with Henry kneeling beside the bed, smoothing her hair softly. The second she recognized the familiar touch she melted into it. Then, she remembered the whole reason she fell asleep alone in her own bed, so she pulled away.

His brows furrowed as he looked at her in confusion.

“Why did you leave, my doe? What’s wrong? Do tell.”

The tears began to stream. “I heard you… In the library.” She sensed that he tensed up “I heard how Bunny was talking about me, but I didn’t hear you saying anything.” She barely whispered out, the knot in her throat nearly choking her words down.

She finally looked him in the eye, she was surprised to see the slight smile on his face. Why was he smiling?

He chuckled warmly and held her teary face in both of his big hands. “Oh, my girl. I wish you hadn’t left so early, otherwise you could have seen the bruise on Edmund’s cheek.” He sat up beside her on the bed and hugged her deeply, she immediately wrapped herself around his much bigger frame “I would never let anyone talk like that about my lovely baby. She is only for me, no one else can touch her like I do. And he was right in certain parts.” His kisses migrated down to her jaw.

“W-what?” He was hitching closer to her sweetest spot.

“I do love to show you off.” He sucked at her neck and she felt the warmth in her tummy. “I love how everyone envies me, because I have the most beautiful girl to myself.” His lips wandered to her cleavage, his hands slipped under her thin nightgown, slowly pushing it over her head. As he talked, he gently pushed her down on her back. “Mine to love, to hold, to kiss…” he slowly kissed down her body, stopping at her chest to give some attention to her perky breasts, which he got rewarded for with breathy moans. He kneeled down on the floor, pulling her hips to the edge of her bed. His arms wrapped around her soft thighs, which he kissed all over, and he bit the lower part of her tummy. “All mine to pleasure, to worship, to fuck.” He dived in and ate her out as if his life depended on it, he needed to make it up for her.

She loved when he ate her out, he was so good at it, but she needed him now, she needed him bad. She was already horny when she went down to the library, so she was eager to get him inside her. Henry and her were probably the least stressed out of the whole greek class, they fucked all of their stress away. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up from her heat, which Henry replied to with a whine, nobody likes to be pulled away from a good and warm cunt.

“I-I need you, Henry, I want you inside.” She pushed his shirt off of his muscular chest after pulling him down to her naked body.

He stood up from the ground and undressed quickly, his member was already standing hard and proudly against his stomach.

He laid down beside her. “Come one, doe, use me as you’d like.” She was hypnotised by him, she crawled on top of him and grinded down on his firm dick. He groaned when he felt her wet folds wrapping around him, he easily could have cummed just from her grinding. “Put me inside, dearest, let me feel you completely.”

That did it, she positioned him at her entrance, and sunk down on him. She fell down on him and began riding him while embracing him.

This was his heaven, being inside his girl, while being in her welcoming arms. His hands were caressing the back of her head. She straightened her back and gave him a sight for sore eyes. He felt himself pulse within her from the show she gave him, her soft hips moving precisely, her beautiful round tits bouncing from her moves, her hair messy from his touch. She radiated sex from her, and she was his sex goddess.

After a while, her moving got uncoordinated, so he sat up and fucked up into her. He pounded right up into her sweet spot, she moaned loudly and she fisted his hair from the pleasure. His mouth latched on one of her breasts and he began sucking and licking on her nipple.

“I’m close, just, oh! Don’t stop!” His fingers started rubbing her clit, and he felt her clenching around him.

“Go on, give it to me!” She came on him and that pushed him over the edge. His thick cum flooded her cunt.

“Oh, I love the feeling of you filling me up. Mm, so warm.” She nuzzled her face into his neck, and he caressed her skin all over.

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth. “I would never let anyone speak bad about you, my love.”

Her eyes closed slowly, the sex tiring her out. “I know, I should have stayed a bit longer, m’sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He kissed her lovingly “I understand, the next time someone dares to put a bad word next to your name, I will punch them that second.”

She laughed loudly, causing to laugh too. “How did you get even with punching him?”

“He was so drunk, so Richard just convinced him that he tripped and fell down the stairs. He even acts like his ribs are broken and he is whining all day, he even whined for Camilla to put ice on his arms.”

So, he made up with her. He took her out for breakfast, and just gave her love all day.

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do-it-jakey-baby · 9 days

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Must I Go Bound?

Danny Wagner x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, overstimulation, profanity, bondage, aggressive foreplay

18+, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: @ignite-my-fire , @peaceloveunitygvf , @mama-likes72

A/N: A short one this time as I need to make my long awaited return to AUE, but still v juicy! As always, hope you enjoy. 🫶🏻

Chapter 2

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

Your stomach somersaults in fear, your mind racing at a million miles an hour to find the words to string together, but you just come up with nothing. You’re just standing there, mouth gaping like a fucking goldfish, staring at Jake whilst he waits for you to speak.

“Uh, hello?”

“Oh god. Oh god.” You massage your temples frantically.

Jake moves to you and you recoil like he has some kind of contagious disease, sinking away until the backs of your knees hit the bath tub. You stumble and steady yourself, bracing onto the side of the tub with such force you’re sure you could crumble the porcelain.

“Are you ok?” Jake asks, clearly concerned by your behaviour.

You exhale heavily, wringing your hands together before you finally pluck up the courage to speak.

“I’m uh, kinda seeing Danny. I have been for a few weeks now…” you trail off.

Jake’s face twists into a devilish smirk, which confuses you. He turns to the door and flips the lock, so you rush over to him.

“No, Jake. Let me out.”

His hands find your waist, pushing you back against the vanity. He’s so close to you that you can smell his cologne, the most captivating scent that is totally him personified in a bottle. Spicy and woody, just as mysterious and alluring as the man who wears it. He pushes your hair behind your ear, leaning in closer.

“So you’re telling me, the night I had you gushing all over my kitchen island, you were also fucking one of my best friends? Tsk tsk.”

“I had no idea you knew each other!”

“Know each eachother? He’s practically my brother.” Jake laughs. “We’re in the same band, have been since we were kids.”

“You’re in Danny’s band?”

“Sweetheart, Danny is in my band.”

His lips ghost over the column of your neck, his breath is soft and light as it tickles against your skin. You swallow harshly, knowing that you need to put a stop to this.

“Jake-”

He places his index finger over your lips, then before you can register what’s happening he’s wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs and lifting you up onto the vanity. His lips hastily find yours as his hands grip onto your thighs. You can’t help but kiss him back, you seem to be drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the temptation of his beautiful, yet dangerous charm.

“The way I see it, nothing is official between you two. So it’s fair game, hmm?” He growls between kisses.

You nod your head no, but continue to let him kiss you.

“Nobody needs to know. You can’t tell me you want to pass up the opportunity to keep fucking me.”

You moan into his mouth, knowing full well you absolutely did not want to give up sex with Jake. But you couldn’t have both. Could you?

“Tell me to stop.” He whispers, his hands toying with the button of your jeans.

You don’t, though you should. Instead you just let him unzip your jeans and slide them down to your knees. He brings his fingers to your mouth and taps your lips. You part them and swirl your tongue around the digits, then watch as he pulls your panties to the side and begins to circle them over your clit. Your head falls down onto his shoulder, biting into his flesh to suppress the whimpers that fall from your mouth. He plunges his fingers inside of you, grazing your sweet spot. He uses his thumb to continue working you up to your peak, which finds you incredibly quickly.

“There she is. Are you going to cum pretty for me right here in his bathroom?”

Your eyes roll back into your head as you tighten around him, uttering obscenities into the crook of his neck. You’re brought swiftly back to reality when you hear a knock on the door.

“Y/N, are you in there?”

Shit

You jump down from the vanity, pulling your jeans back up and fastening them. Jake stands to the side of the door as you open it, effectively hiding him from Danny’s line of sight.

“Hey, yeah sorry. I’m not feeling so good. I’m actually about to head off.” You mutter, leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

“Em said, I was just checking you’re ok? Is there anything you need.”

He’s so sweet and doesn’t deserve this, you piece of shit.

“That’s sweet of you, Danny. Thank you, I just need to go home and lay down.”

“Ok, well text me if you need anything.” He smiles, rubbing your shoulder.

As you sit in the back of the Uber, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

22:05pm

Jake: Our little secret.

You sigh and swipe the message away. The Instagram logo catches your eye in your sea of apps, so you press it to open the long neglected social media site. Your fingers move across the keyboard as you type in the only name you know in full.

Daniel Wagner

His account is the first at the top of the list presented to you. In his bio, proudly featured, is the name of his band. Jake’s band.

‘Drums for @/gretavanfleet’

Sure enough, there are photos of both Jake and Danny plastered across the grid, along with Josh and another man who you assume is also a brother due to the resemblance he bears. The Kiszka brothers, as you’ve now come to know, thanks to their Instagram handles.

“Babe, you’ve gone awfully quiet. What happened? You just disappeared.” Em pipes up from the seat next to you.

“Jake happened.” You sighed.

“Oh, shit. So he saw you?”

“Yep, followed me up to the bathroom. Then we were almost caught by Danny.”

“Caught? Oh, Y/N. What did you do?” She furrows her brow.

“He’s just… I don’t know. I can’t seem to resist him.” You huff.

“Are you going to tell Danny?”

“Fuck no! I mean, we’re just dating. I have no obligation to him.” You’re more trying to convince yourself than Em at this point.

“I support you with whatever you’re doing, you know that right? I just hope you know this could get messy.”

You don’t respond, opting to rest your head on the door to stare out of the window for the rest of the journey home.

Over the next few days you distance yourself from both boys, needing to calm the storm that raged within your mind. On the one hand, you wanted to tell Jake that you weren’t interested and that you wanted to give your relationship with Danny a chance to blossom. On the other, you just couldn’t keep him out of your thoughts. With Danny, it was more than just sex, you had compatibility. Even though the sex was phenomenal, there was a deeper connection there that you wanted to explore. But with Jake, it was an almost primal attraction, he scratched an itch that you didn’t know you needed to satiate. You could willingly spend days with your legs wrapped around his head, surviving off pure lust and adrenaline.

You immerse yourself into your job, using the time to focus for some well needed reprieve from the endless thoughts that plagued your weary brain. You work as a Booking and Events Manager for a local record label, it fitting in nicely with your passion for music. You were really surprised you’d never heard of Greta Van Fleet before, considering you lived in Nashville and worked in the industry. Maybe you’d heard their songs before, possibly even had friends who were fans, but for some unknown reason you’d never become familiar with them or their music. The strangest thing was, going off what people were saying online, you were a big fan of their influences. You’d always been into rock music, your Dad playing a pivotal role in that ever since you were little. Growing up you were exposed to all eras of music and one of your favourite past times was going on a road trip with your Dad, the windows rolled down, screaming along to various cassettes in his old, beaten up Dodge Viper.

You’re thrown from your reminiscent thoughts when your phone chimes. You look down at the screen to find one of the names you’d been avoiding.

13:01pm

Danny: Hey, just thought I’d check in and see how you’re doing. Haven’t heard from you in a few days.

You let out a puff of air, rubbing your eyes with your fingertips.

13:03pm

You: Hey, yeah sorry. Just been super busy with work.

13:04pm

Danny: If you want a break I’d really like to take you to dinner, if you’d like?

Oh Danny…

13:06pm

You: Yeah, sure. That sounds nice. Pick me up at 7? :)

13:07pm

Danny: I’ll be there.

You pushed the conversation to the back of your mind, vowing to worry about it after you’d finished for the day. Little did you know, this was just the very beginning of the twisted web you’d find yourself in.

As the early evening trudged on, you finally closed your laptop after an intense day of planning and scheduling. You make your way to the bathroom, pulling your hair from the bun piled high on the top of your head and letting your hair fall in a knotted mess onto your shoulders. You run your brush through the tangled strands, then flip the shower on to warm up. Once the steam started to rise, you hop in and begin to lather yourself up in your favourite body wash. The scent of creamy vanilla and honeyed almonds fills the space around you, the aroma so delicious that your mouth begins to water. You wash and condition your hair, exfoliate, then shave. Once you’re all finished, you shut the water off and step out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a plush towel. You sit in front of your vanity and begin to apply some light makeup, then dry your hair and give yourself a soft blow-out. You moisturise your body in the matching scented body lotion and walk over to your closet, opening it up and fingering through your clothing until you find something suitable for dinner. Deciding on a classic little black dress, your pair it with your suede knee high boots, and silver jewellery. Just as you pull on your crimson leather jacket, you hear a knock at the door.

You open it to Danny standing there, a bunch of tulips in hand. He’s wearing a loose fitted white cheesecloth shirt, the first few buttons undone and showing off the two pendants hanging from his neck. He’s paired the shirt with a pair of black slacks and white vans. His hair is tied back into a bun that sits at the nape of his neck, a few tendrils poking out here and there.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” He smiles, showcasing that pearly-white grin you’ve grown to adore.

“I could say the same to you.” You wink.

Danny extends his hand out to you, offering you the tulips.

“Thank you so much, they are beautiful. I’ll just go and pop them in some water quickly, I can arrange them when I’m home.”

Once you’ve tended to the flowers you walk out to meet Danny, locking the door behind you. A few minutes into the drive, song comes on that you know all too well. You can’t help yourself as you start to sing along, tapping your fingers against your thigh.

I’ve been to Hollywood, I’ve been to Redwood

I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold

I’ve been in my mind, it’s such a fine line

That keeps me searchin’ for a heart of gold

“You like Neil Young?”

“My Dad does, we used to sing that song a lot together when I was little.” You smile, the fondness of the memory warming your soul.

“Harvest is one of my favourite albums, your Dad has good taste.”

“I wouldn’t say that to him, his ego is already big enough as it is.” You chuckle, causing Danny to laugh along with you.

You pull up to the restaurant and Danny hops out, making his way over to the passenger door and opening it for you. He takes your hand in his and you both walk to the entrance together. Once seated, the conversation flows easily. You order your food and sit back, sipping on your glass of wine as you listen to Danny talk about the direction the band is going in and how excited he is for the upcoming album. You can’t help but let your mind wander to Jake as Danny talks passionately about the band’s work. You will yourself to remain present and enjoy your evening with Danny, but Jake remains comfortably seated in the back of your brain as the evening rolls on. When your plates are collected after you’ve finished your food, your phone buzzes in your bag. Danny excuses himself to the bathroom so you decide to take a quick peek.

8:40pm

Jake: Out on a date with Daniel, are we?

8:41pm

You: Jake, texting me whilst I’m out with Danny is super risky.

8:41pm

Jake: That’s what makes it all the more fun.

8:42pm

Jake: Come to mine when you’re done

8:42pm

You: You’ve got to be joking.

8:43pm

Jake: Serious as a heart attack, angel.

Just as you begin to type your reply, Danny returns back to the table.

“Up for dessert?” He smirks, the double entendre evident in both his body language and his tone of voice.

No, don’t do it

“I’m actually super full, and I need to be up early tomorrow.”

You fucking idiot

“No problem, rain check?”

“Oh, for sure.” You wink.

You knew what you were doing was totally immoral, letting Danny wine and dine you and then running off into the arms of another man. It made your stomach twist, but the underlying lust for Jake was too strong to pull back from. So as Danny dropped you off back at your place and gave you a tender kiss on your cheek, all you could think about was what Jake had planned for the evening.

You waited for a few minutes to ensure Danny was out of sight, then hopped into your own car and began the route to Jake’s.

Now that you were aware of Jake and Danny’s relationship, you found yourself parking around the corner from Jake’s house. It felt sneaky, but you knew that you’d be thanking yourself later if you ever wound up in a sticky situation. You made sure your car was safely hidden from sight, then made your way to the gate. You hadn’t even lifted your hand to press the buzzer when the gates began to open in front of you. The door was open when you got to it, but no Jake in sight. You waltz into the empty foyer, the sounds of your blood pumping filling your ears. Suddenly from behind, a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you backwards. A hand trails up your sternum, dragging slowly between your breasts and up to your throat, gripping your jaw and forcing your head back.

“Parked around the corner, hm? You naughty girl.” He whispers into the shell of your ear, causing every hair on your body to stand to attention.

All the feelings of guilt you had washed away along with your dignity as Jake attaches his lips to your neck, his hands roaming your body as you squirm under his touch. You were so incredibly responsive to him, as if he were a puppet master pulling at your strings. His teeth nip at the sensitive skin on your neck, eliciting a whimper from deep within your chest.

“Such beautiful noises, I hope I get to hear more of those tonight.”

He spins you around in his arms and presses his lips to yours, letting his tongue slip inside. He continues to kiss you as he pushes you backwards towards the living room. The backs of your legs hit against the cool leather of his chesterfield couch as he guides you down onto your back.

“This is an awfully pretty dress, I’m sure Danny loved it.”

“Jake.” You groan as his hands push the fabric of your dress up around your hips, slipping his fingers into the waistband of your thong and discarding them on the floor.

“Bet he thought he would be the one to have his head between your legs this evening.”

Before you could respond to his remark, his lips make contact with your clit. You throw your head back against the arm of the couch as he begins his assault on your pussy, flicking his tongue against your sensitive spot and sucking it into his mouth. Your hand finds a home in his chestnut locks, grabbing a fist full as he plunges you deeper into complete ecstasy. Just as you begin to reach your peak and your thighs squeeze together against his head, he stops. You whine needily as he rises up from between your legs. He chuckles and delivers a smack to your inner thigh, then places his finger over your lips, effectively shutting you up.

“Put your hands behind your head.”

You look up at him looming over you with your eyebrow quirked. He cocks his head to the side, silently questioning why you haven’t done as he’s asked yet. You huff and throw your arms up like a petulant child. He stands and makes his way behind you, rustling around in his pocket before grabbing your wrists and placing a zip tie around them. You pull at your arms, realising quickly that you’ve also been tied to a piece of furniture, thus halting any movement.

“Hey!”

“To stop your wandering hands. If you quit being so fucking bratty, maybe I’ll be nice and untie you later.”

With that, he’s back between your legs in a flash, picking up exactly where he left off. This time though, you’re entirely immobilised from the waist up. He rustles around in his pockets again, and then you feel a buzzing sensation.

A fucking bullet.

He slides it inside you, continuing to devour you expertly with his mouth. The mix of stimulation from inside paired with his warm, wet tongue lapping over your clit sends you into a frenzy. Your back arches as you struggle against your confines, which only spurs Jake on. He hums against you, clearly enjoying himself just as much as you are. The lewd noises of him burying his face into you fill the room, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.

“Jake, I’m gunna-”

The pleasure jolts through you before you even finish your sentence, your legs shuddering violently as your release washes over you. He works you through it, still flicking his tongue against you at a brutal pace, prolonging your high.

“Jake.” You squirm, overstimulation building within you.

“Give me another.” He speaks against you, the vibration of his lips almost unbearable.

He pulls the bullet from you and replaces it with his fingers, curling up into your sweet spot again and again. You writhe beneath him, pornographic sounds falling from your mouth with every movement.

“Jake, please.” You beg, holding on for dear life. He doesn’t stop, but the overstimulation morphs into intense pleasure as your body begins to tremble again.

“I’ll give you another, I will. But I want you inside of me.”

He lifts his head, a smirk plastered across his face. He stands and removes his clothing hastily, revealing his impossibly hard cock as it springs free from his boxers. He retrieves his pants and produces a switchblade from the pocket, then cuts you free from the zip ties and pulls you on top of him. You slide down onto him and you both moan in unison as he stretches you out. He drives up into you, quickly sending you back to the edge of another orgasm. His hands grip into your thighs so tightly that you can feel the sovereign ring on his finger imprinting into your flesh.

“You’re there, I can feel it. Let go, angel.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as the white hot coil in your core threatens to snap imminently. Jake leans forward and presses sloppy kisses to your jugular whilst rubbing his thumb in steady circles over your clit. You feel your walls begin to flutter around him.

“Jake, oh fuck!”

“Just like that baby, I’m right there with you. Fuck, you’re soaking me.” He grits his teeth as he spills inside you, fucking his and your release back in over and over until he stills. He leans his head against yours as you both catch your breath, the chains around his neck smacking against you as his chest heaves. You bring his hand up to your face a place a kiss onto his ring.

“Have I ever told you I fucking love this?”

When morning comes, you’re nestled within Jake’s arms in his gigantic bed, that is much too big just for him. His face is mere centimetres away from yours and you can feel the puffs of air escaping from his nose as he exhales. Once the daze of sleep has dissipated, you become hyper-aware of how intimate the setting is, so you wriggle slightly to move yourself backwards. The movement wakes Jake, who stretches his limbs out. His eyes open, then he pulls you back into him and kisses you softly.

Fuck

“Going somewhere?” He smirks.

“I was just… trying to put some distance between us.”

“What if I don’t want you to put distance between us.” He chuckles, squeezing your waist.

“You know we’re just fucking, right? I told you, I like Danny.”

“So I can’t kiss you?” He retorts, kissing you again and running his hand through your hair.

You melt into his touch, unable to resist his advances. “Ugh, fuck. Yes, you can kiss me.”

The kiss deepens and Jake’s hands begin to grasp at your body, pulling you even closer. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a soft moan from you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He coos, kissing you again.

Just then, Jake’s phone pings from the nightstand. His eyes widen and he bolts up, reaching for it.

“What’s up?”

“That’s the gate… SHIT. It’s Danny!”

You freeze in horror, your worst nightmare unfolding before you.

“Stay here. Do not leave the bedroom. I’ll deal with it.” He zooms around his room, pulling on his clothing and then hastily makes his way downstairs.

You silently creep towards the door, listening through the crack.

“Hey man, I was just- woah. What happened here last night? Is that a… thong on the floor?”

Shit

“Oh, I um, picked a girl up from the bar.”

“Nice. I didn’t even know you were about last night, could have swinged by after I dropped Y/N off.”

Oh no, please don’t talk about me

“Ah yeah, sorry. How did it go?”

No no no

“Yeah it was really nice actually. I like her. She did get a bit weird at the end though, wanted to go home.”

“Oh man, I’m sure it was nothing.”

Yeah, good going Jake…

“Yeah, probably. Anyway I just dropped by to grab those strings you offered. Is that still cool?”

“Yeah. Yeah! Sorry I completely forgot about that. Let me go get them.”

“If you’re busy, I can just get them. In your office right?”

You hear Danny approach the stairs and you stumble backwards, bumping into Jake’s dresser. Danny’s movements still.

“Is the girl still here?”

FUCK

“Ah… yeah. Best if I just get them.”

Jake walks up the stairs and you hear him enter his office, rifling around in a drawer and then plodding back down the stairs.

“Thanks again man, sorry for barging in when you have company.”

“All good, don’t mention it. I’ll catch you later?”

“Yeah man, speak later.”

With that, the door closes and Jake makes his way back up to his room.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Did you do that on purpose?” You lash out, seething beyond belief.

“No, fuck no! Of course I didn’t! I just forgot.”

“I hope that’s the case. This little thing between us is getting dangerous.” You sigh.

“Hey, I promise you. It wont happen again, I’ll be more careful.” He sits on the edge of the bed, brushing your hair from your face and behind your cheek.

“I’m gunna go, that was a bit too close for comfort. I’ll text you.”

“You sure? I can make you breakfast.”

You nod, slipping from beneath his sheets and pulling your dress over your head. Jake stands and wraps his arms around your waist, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Stay, please.”

“Jake… I can’t.”

He releases you, his somber expression riddling you with guilt. He quickly gathers himself, shrugging it off as if he hadn’t just tried to make you stay.

“It’s cool, I’ve got stuff to do anyway.”

“Ok, well thanks for last night.”

He offers a small smile and then exits the room.

You make your way to his living room to retrieve your thong, then head out to your car. On the journey back, you can’t help but let your thoughts wander back to how natural it felt waking up next to him this morning. The more you tried to focus on anything other than Jake, the harder it got to push him from your mind. When you pulled up outside your own house, you’d come to the sickening realisation that you were beginning to develop feelings for him. Your head was swimming with both Jake and Danny and the intricately twisted web that was weaving slowly out of control. But the worst was yet to come, this was only the beginning of all the heartache and chaos that this arrangement would cause. Meeting these two men would surely be the undoing of you.

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The Internet Is For Porn: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Author’s note: For the bestie @escapingtohawkins

Content warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI), language, filming sex, sex toys, handcuffs, cockwarming, orgasm control, dom/sub dynamic.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” You stood in Eddie’s room, arms crossed over your chest nervously.

“C’mon, honey”, Eddie says, coming up behind you to pull you back into his chest. He presses a soft kiss behind your ear. “Don’t you want to make all of my adoring fans happy?”

You snort, “I don’t know if I would call the 20 people who pay to see your cock ‘adoring fans’.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I hit 60 subs last week.”

You turn to stare at him blankly, “Wow, you must be in the top 1% of the platform by now.”

Eddie sneers playfully and flips you the bird. “Seriously. Ever since I let is slip during a live that I had a girl, I’ve gotten so many requests to film with you. Please?” He spins you around and pouts his lip, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

You knew your boyfriend had an OnlyFans account when you first met, and it had never bothered you. He enjoyed showing off, and it paid fairly well. You just didn’t know if you were comfortable doing it.

“I promise it’ll be totally safe. You’ve seen my content, I make sure my face is hidden. Nobody will ever know it’s you.” He’s right, he’s always so careful with his angles. The only thing that could identify him were his tattoos, but you didn’t have any yet.

“If you don’t like the final result we’ll trash it and forget all about it. We can also edit out anything you want. I promise. You get final approval.”

You thought it over for a moment. “Fine. But I keep the tips you make off of this one.”

Eddie practically squeals with excitement. “Deal!”

Phone in hand, he runs over to his closet to grab his ring light and tripod.

You can’t help but laugh, “You want to film it now?”

Eddie huffs as he secures his phone to the tripod. “No time like the present.”

You feel nerves flutter in your stomach. “So, how does this work exactly?”

Eddie rubs his hands over your arms soothingly. “Well, we turn the camera on and do whatever comes naturally for us.”

“Do-do we get naked now or?”

Eddie laughs, “We can do whatever you’re comfortable with. Might make it easier so we’re not fumbling with clothes.”

You take a shaky breath and nod, placing a quick peck to his lips. “Alright, let’s do it.”

You both shed your clothes before Eddie grabs the remote for the camera. He lays down on his bed, pulling you on top of him. “We’ll start whenever you’re ready, okay?”

“Will you just-kiss me a little before you press record?” Eddie smiles softly and pulls you into a sweet kiss. He presses you up against him as he wraps his arms around you, and you melt into the kiss. “Go ahead”, you whisper.

Eddie grabs the remote from his side, hitting record before pulling you into another kiss. Before long, you’re grinding on each other as you kiss, tongues tangling hotly. “Sit up, baby”, Eddie whispers in your ear.

You roll off of him and sit up, looking over at Eddie as he perches on the edge of the bed. “Ropes or cuffs?” He asks as he opens his bedside table.

You think it over for a moment before deciding, “Cuffs.” He grabs them and secures the cuffs onto your wrists in front of you, checking to make sure they’re not too tight.

“Here’s what’s going to happen”, he slides himself behind you to sit against the pillows. He pulls you back into his chest, legs spreading to bracket your hips. “You’re going to sit on my cock while I touch you. If you move, I’ll stop and you won’t get to cum.” He speaks so softly you know there no way the microphone is going to pick it up.

He pulls your hair away from your shoulder to press soft kisses to your neck. You shiver as his breath fans over your skin. “I’ll leave you cuffed like this and use your mouth until I cum all over this pretty pussy.”

He chuckles at your whimper, “My subscribers would probably love that. What do you think, baby?”

“No”, you whine. “I’ll be good.”

Eddie hums thoughtfully, “I guess we’ll see.”

He grabs your hips to lift you onto his lap, slowly sliding you down onto his cock. Your head falls back onto his shoulder as you both moan. You can’t help but squirm to try to get him deeper, but Eddie’s hand clamps down on your hip right away.

“What did I just fucking say?” he thrusts up, knocking the air out of you.

“I-I’m sorry. Couldn’t help it.” You feel Eddie shift and grab something from the beside table. You hear the telltale buzzing of your vibrator, and you immediately clench around his cock.

Eddie chuckles when he feels it. “Yeah? Excited for your toy? You gotta be good or I’ll stop.” You let out a shaky breath, trying your best to stay still as he presses the vibrator up against your clit.

When you bite your lip to stifle your moan, Eddie tsks. “Don’t. Let me hear you. Let them hear you.” Your eyes flutter shut, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat. Eddie hums and switches to a higher setting on the vibrator, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

You cry out and clench down on him, thankfully stopping yourself before you rock back onto his cock. “Do you like the thought of everyone watching you get off like this?”, he asks. When you don’t answer, he sets the vibrator even higher, chuckling when you whine. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.”

“Yes”, you gasp out. Your cuffed hands are balled into fists as you desperately try not to move.

“You like that they all get to hear your pretty noises, but I’m the only one that gets to use this pretty pussy?”

You can’t help but clench down again. “Yeah”, you pant, chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. Eddie hums and presses the vibrator more firmly into your clit.

You feel the coil in your belly start to tighten, pleasure building. “Close. I’m close”, you warn. Eddie switches the vibrator up to the next highest setting. You keen, but somehow manage not to move.

“Please. Please I’m gonna cum. Can I?”you’re desperate for his permission.

Eddie presses a kiss to your shoulder, leaning in to speak into your ear. “You’ve been so good, go ahead and cum.”

The second the words leave his mouth you’re falling over the edge, pussy pulsing around his cock as you cry out. He holds the vibrator against you as you ride it out, whispering praises into your ear.

Once he feels you start to come down, he removes the toy from your clit and switches it off, throwing it to the foot of the bed. He unlocks the cuffs from your wrists and throws them alongside the vibrator.

“You ok?”, he asks as he runs his hands over your arms soothingly, placing a soft kiss to each wrist.

You let out a breathless laugh. “I’m very ok.” Eddie lifts you off of his cock, laughing as you whine from the loss. He lays you down on your back and knees his way in between you legs. “Ok to keep going?”

You wrap your arms around him, whispering a, “yeah” against his lips before closing the distance between you. Eddie kisses you leisurely, giving you time to rest after your orgasm. Once he’s sure you’ve come down, he pulls back and grabs the back of your thighs, bringing your legs up to bend against your chest.

“You think you’re ready for my cock?”, he asks as he spits into his palm, dragging the slick over his length.

You place your hands on the backs of your things, holding yourself open for him. “Yeah, please. Please fuck me.”

Eddie shuffles forward and runs the tip of his cock back and forth over your folds, up to your clit before circling your hole, never quite pushing in. You’re still so sensitive from your orgasm, and the feeling of his cock grazing your clit makes you squirm.

Before you know what’s happening, Eddie brings his hand to smack across your face, leaving a sharp sting in its wake. Your eyes well up with tears instantly. “Ah ah. You did so well for me earlier, don’t ruin it now.” You nod and sniffle as Eddie brushes a stray tear from your face.

He plunges into you without warning as you let out a sharp cry. He takes your place and grips the backs of your thighs, leaning his weight into you so you’re pinned in half under him as he sets a brutal pace.

“Fuck”, he groans. “This pussy is so good. You did so good, baby.” He grabs a fistful of hair at the base of your skull and uses that to bring you up into a breathless kiss.

He thrusts harder as he feels you start to flutter around him. “You can cum whenever you want, sweetheart.” Your orgasm rips through you before you even register his words. You sob as Eddie fucks you through it.

Eddie moans as you cum, the feeling of you clenching around him getting him close. “Gonna cum”, he gasps. “Where do you want it?”

“In me. Please cum in me”, you beg.

Eddie throws his head back and cums, groaning as he fills you. He holds you close as he comes down, his thrusts turning into a slow rocking before they stop completely.

You reach up to run your fingers through his hair as you push a few strands away from his face. You hum when he places a kiss to your forehead and reaches for the camera remote to end the recording.

When you see him press the button on the remote, you can’t help but bark out a laugh. “I’m not gonna lie, I totally forgot the camera was on.”

Eddie laughs and goes to grab his phone from the tripod. “Looks like you’re a natural then, baby.”

He hits the record button once again as he swoops in to catch the first trickle of his cum dripping out of you. “Eddie!”, you squeal, trying to close your legs. He smacks a hand down hard on your thigh, “keep them open.”

You comply as he brings two fingers down to circle your hole before dipping in, fucking his cum back into you. The wet noises make your cheeks heat, and Eddie notices. “Don’t worry, babe. This one’s only for my personal collection.”

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Roronoa Zoro Kink: Dealer's Choice Prompt: #17 "Did you think being outside would save you?" / #10. "Someone's gonna hear you." Gift Giver: @sunshinegat0r

Summary: You mean to wake up Zoro after he moans your name in his sleep, but instead you find yourself pressed against the deck wall.

Content Notes: oral (reader giving), vaginal sex, outdoor sex, tables turned, cream pie

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The first few rays of sunlight crested the ocean horizon and Zoro groans a little as the sunbeam hits him square in the face. He also realizes that having you around put him in a deeper than usual sleep, as he’s groggily starting to realize that you’re between his thighs, instead of nuzzled against his chest and he didn’t notice.

His sash loosens and he flinches.

“Oi.” He says softly as you glance up at him.

“Yes?” You prompt, moving the sash aside slowly.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to suck your cock.” You answer, going back to your original action.

“Here?” He doesn’t move to stop you, but you can hear the slight tremble of nervousness in his voice.

“The cook’s already gone into the kitchen.” You assure him, pulling his fully erect dick free from his pants. “You’re far more eager than you sound.”

He gives you a neutral look, but you’re certain he’s keeping an eye on the entire ship with his haki as this point. You lick his tip, hearing him suck in a sharp breath for a second before he relaxes into your actions.

“What’s spurred this on, anyway?” He questions, brushing your hair away from your face as you begin to take him into your mouth in earnest.

You lean your head back, looking up at him before you look away shyly. You were trying to be the one in control, but it was embarrassing to say out loud. “You were murmuring my name in your sleep.” You say softly before you lean back down, taking him entirely into your mouth.

You don’t know what face he might have made, but his hand clenched in your hair and you heard the swords clatter as he moved them aside. His hips bucked a little, pushing himself deeper. Despite his general demeanor, he was almost an impatient lover, the pleasure was the point and he saw no reason to be inefficient about getting there.

At least for his own release, when it came to yours he could be an undeniably patient demon.

You could already feel him twitching in your mouth, and you weren’t surprised. He wasn’t just saying your name in his sleep, he was practically moaning it. His dreams must have been sweet indeed.

“Shit – I’m going to,” He grunts, and you feel his body tense when you respond to his words by burying your nose into his pubes. You hear his strangled growl just before he unloads into the back of your throat.

You swallow and sit back, wiping your face and looking quite pleased with yourself.

“Good morning, swordsman.” You say cheekily, standing up and dusting yourself off. You start to walk off to take care of your morning items, when a strong hand grabs your wrist.

You barely have time to try and ask Zoro what’s up when you’re face first against the wall, Zoro pressed behind you. You gasp a little as your pants are yanked down and needy lips are against your neck. A whined gasp escapes your lips and you can feel him rutting against your slit.

“Haaa, Z-Zoro, I’m… I didn’t n-need anything in re.. re… return.” You manage to say the words as hot hands moved over your body.

“You can’t believe once was enough.” The words are low, breathed right by your ear as his body holds you against the wall, fingers teasing between your folds.

“We… we’re out… side.” You say it weakly, you were outside earlier, and that hadn’t stopped you.

Zoro grunts, the soft sound of a laugh escaping him. “Anything else to say?” He asks as he’s rubbing his tip against your entrance. He’s giving you a chance to safe word your way out of your predicament.

“No… please, be – HNNNGghhh!” Before you could ask him to be gentle, he pushes deep inside you, holding you between himself and the wall, filling you full in one motion.

“Careful,” he huffs, thrusting into you slowly. “Someone’s going to hear you.”

“Haa – please.” You beg softly, toes barely scraping the grass of the deck, calloused fingers teasing your clit as his other hand holds you against the wall.

Teeth trail along your neck, heavy breath crashing against your skin as the pleasure builds between you both. He’s not dragging out the pleasure this time, he’s not teasing you, he’s driving you to the brink as fast as he can.

Your hand goes over your mouth, stifling the broken cry as pleasure crashes into you. Your body tenses in orgasm, and you can feel him filling you up inside, twitching, wet and hot, as soft, panting kisses are pressed into your skin.

You expect him to let you back down but he begins to push into you again, fingers teasing your clit and your whole body’s shivering.

“Z-Zoro!” You gasp, almost clawing at the wall.

“I told you once wasn’t enough.” He reminds you.

“B-but we’re… out—ahhh! Outside!” You gasp, breaths pushed from you as he snaps his hips into you, breaking your words on purpose. “We’ll get ca- caught!”

“Says the one that started this.” He teases, thrusts coming faster. You can’t reply, still trapped between him and the adam wood wall. “You knew being outside wouldn’t save you.” He hums into your addled mind, nipping at your earlobe as he brings you close to your second orgasm.

“Scream for me this time, (Y/N), I want that shitty cook to hear you.”

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fwb x lando norris - part six

In which you decide to become friends with benefits with Lando Norris, that can't be a bad idea right?

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part one part two part three part four part five

“What do you want to do first?” Lando asks you.

The two of you are sitting in his hotel room. You just got back from the club. You don’t know what Lando means with his question, you send him an asking look.

“I want to explain myself to you, I think we need to talk,” Lando explains to you, “but I also want to fuck you until you’re happy with me again instead of being mad at me. So what is the first thing you want?”

You smile, but you don’t know your answer directly. What do you want?

“You really need to tell me Y/N, because I need to know how much longer I need to look at you in that dress before pulling it off you.”

You decide to test Lando his intentions for a bit, going for the answer he probably wants to do last.

“Let’s talk first,” you say.

“That’s okay,” Lando reacts quickly, “Maybe it’s the best if I explain myself and after you can react? I don’t want things to turn in to an argument before explaining myself. Although you do have every right to be upset with me.”

You don’t know what hit you, but Lando his words are doing things to you. Is this how it feels to have someone in your life who actually takes into account how you feel about things? Is this the way it’s suppose to be? You can only remember George his manipulative stories and excuses when you were mad at him.

“Fuck,” you sigh, you’re in too deep. Way too deep. Without even thinking you position yourself on Lando his lap on the hotel bed. He looks surprised at you. You face him.

“I must confess that I can get a bit distracted when we’re talking like this,” Lando tells you.

You don’t respond. You press your lips against Lando. You have never want him more then now. Lando is quick to react to your sudden actions. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. He opens his mouth slightly, waiting for you to continue. He wants to be sure that you want this before pressing you into sex that you maybe don’t want. You’re quick to respond to his action, only a few short seconds later your tongues are battling for dominance.

You unbutton Lando his polo shirt. Pulling slowly back to get his shirt out of your way. When his shirt is laying somewhere on the floor, you trace around his abs with your fingers. Lando also finds the zipper of your dress. He zips it down and pulls the dress over your head.

“You’re even more beautiful without that dress,” Lando tells you.

You kiss him hungrily. At this moment you only want one thing and that’s for Lando to hurry up and fuck you.

“I need you Lando,” you tell him after releasing your lips from his.

Lando smirks, “As if I will ever say no to that.”

He turns you around. Leaving you laying on your back on to the bed. He hoovers over you, pressing kisses against your body before getting you out off your lingerie.

“Now,” you say.

Lando smirks again. He loves how needy you can get for him. He quickly pulls down his pants and boxer. Lando quickly enters you. You let out a relieved sigh. This was everything you needed today. A good fuck. A good fuck from Lando.

Later you and Lando are still laying on the bed. You know he’s been trying to start about the though subject, but you can’t bring it up to be mad at him anymore. Still, you know you need to talk about it with him. You know yourself, if you ignore things like this it will end up on a big pile of things and it will come out when you don’t want it to. So, you need to talk about this now.

“Why were you mad?” You ask Lando.

You sit up onto the bed. Lando is quick to follow your actions. He sits in front of you. He grabs your hand, caressing it before answering your question.

“I don’t really know what has gotten into me,” Lando starts to explain himself, “I was so happy after the race. I got some great points for the championships and you send me a sweet message. I was a bit bumped out that you were going out later, but I understood. I was already thinking about meeting you there.”

“I get it,” you tell Lando, “I was also a bit disappointed that I was at the podium ceremony and didn’t have the time to be with you.”

“And then George came on to the screen in the motorhome, they had turned the sound up and I was listening to his interview. I heard the question and thought he was going to talk about his amazing chance at Mercedes from Toto and the tutoring from Lewis you know,” Lando continues.

“I thought the same,” you say.

“So I was totally surprised when he started about you,” Lando tells you, “I just felt so flabbergasted, you know? It felt so wrong to have him talk about you in that way. I didn’t really think about your feelings at that moment. I could only think about George his words. So at one point I started worrying that you lied to me. That you were actually using me to get George back.”

“I’d never do that Lando,” you say softly. Lando nods at you, “I know that now.”

“I didn’t think straight at that moment, I was just hurt,” he continues, “I know it’s stupid since we’re only friends with benefits.”

Your heart drops a bit when hearing the term. You know that you are the one who suggested it, but still. You can safely say that you want more, but you know that you’ll lose Lando when you tell him that. You haven gotten yourself in a mess., a quite big mess even.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Lando continues, “it was really wrong of me to think like that before even asking you about it.”

“It’s okay Lando.”

For the first time you actually mean the words ‘it’s okay’. In your relationship with George you have said those words many, way too many, times but you never meant them. It’s bizarre to say them and actually mean it. Lando told you his reasons, you understand his reasons and he has showed you that he regrets it. It’s okay like this. When you were in a fight or a small argument with George he always told you to stop whining and that it wasn’t meant like that, it was mainly your fault for not getting it. What a difference.

“Is it?” Lando asks you, “I still feel pretty guilty.”

You move a bit closer towards Lando, he is quick to wrap his arms around you. Holding you even closer to himself. You press a small kiss against his cheek, “It’s okay, I get it,” you tell him again. Lando shows you a small smile.

“I want to tell you something about my previous relationship with George,” you say after a bit of silence. “I don’t know if you really care about it, but I do want to share some things with you. I think you need to hear about it, then you’ll never think that I want to get back to George.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Lando tells you, “I believe you this way.”

“I want to Lan,” you reply.

“Okay,” Lando tells you.

You take back your previous position on the bed, sitting in front of Lando. He looks at you, waiting patiently for you to start with your story. He doesn’t know what to expect. He always thought everything between you and George was pretty good until the break up. But what does he know about it? He mainly heard everything from George.

“My relationship with George wasn’t ideal,” you tell Lando, “to be fair, it was far from good. I don’t want to share a lot of details, but George wasn’t a good boyfriend. I’m happy that he cheated, because that gave me a way out. He was, or maybe is, a manipulative person.”

You take a quick break, giving Lando some time to process your words.

“We weren’t publicly together, probably only because George could still contact other girls like that. The first month that we were dating everything was perfect, George was a real gentlemen and took me on a lot of dates. Now that I think back, I think I fell in love with the world he brought me in instead of falling in love with him.”

You take a short break again, giving yourself the room to take a couple deep breathes before continuing. You know what’s coming next. It’s almost as if Lando knows as well, he positions himself closer towards you. While playing with your hair he waits for you to continue.

“We fought a lot,” you start, “I wanted George to chose between going public with me or keeping it private. We did both at the same time and it didn’t work. My socials were filling up with awful messages from his fans. George didn’t understood me, he kept telling me it wasn’t meant this way and that I should be glad with media attention. Later in the relationship he kept telling me it was my own fault.”

Lando scoffs softly. He can’t believe the words his old friend told you. Lando rubs your back softly, trying to comfort you.

“It’s never your own fault,” he tells you, “There are so many awful people online, you can’t do anything about that.”

You nod, “I know that now.”

“I believed George. I thought he was the one who knew all about it. He told me it would get better eventually. The relationship didn’t last very long, but there where a lot of red flags. George didn’t seem to care about my needs,” you go on, “My social needs with friends and family didn’t mean anything to him, but my sexual needs weren’t also his priorities. If he came before me then it was done, it didn’t matter to him how I felt. That was why I stopped when we were fucking in your dressing room at Spa, I didn’t know how you’d react. George always got mad at me if I needed more time.”

“That’s insane,” Lando mutters, “He’s insane.”

“I don’t know what George told you about our relationship, but I guess something about it being perfect until his little mistake. I tried talking about this with a mutual friend before, but he didn’t believe me. I was glad when George cheated because I saw a way out, a way without it being my fault.”

“But he does want you back, doesn’t he?” Lando asks you.

“I think he only wants me back because he believes there’s something going on between us. He still thinks I’m his,” you tell Lando.

“As if you’re a property, what a bullshit,” Lando scoffs.

Lando sighs softly. He slides a arm around your waist, pulling you closer to himself. He thinks about telling you everything. He wants to tell you about his feelings. How much of a relieve would it be to tell you about everything. If he just blurts out that he’s in love with you, who knows what happens? He looks at you, doubting about his options in the mean time. He notices a small tear running down your cheek. He slides his other arm around your waist as well before pulling you onto his chest.

Your tears are wetting Lando his hoodie. He doesn’t care about that. You hate that you’re crying right now. Other tears that are wasted because of George. You can’t get yourself to stop. You let out a small sob.

“George came to me after he cheated on you,” Lando tells you suddenly. “He came right to me after it happened. I almost punched him when he told me. I told him that he needed to tell you everything, because otherwise I would tell you.”

You look up at Lando, “Really?”

“Of course. It was your right to know about it. George was an idiot to come to me, he should have known that I would have sided with you,” Lando continues.

“Why?” You ask him surprised. You and Lando weren’t best friends like Lando and George. It surprises you that he would have taken your side.

Lando falls quiet. He doesn’t know what to say. He always thought George knew about his crush on you, but he doesn’t want to tell you that. He thinks about his exes, one of them cheated on him once. It broke him. He could tell you about that.

“I was cheated on as well,” he tells you, “George knew about that, he knows how I think about cheaters. And even if that didn’t happen, I always thought you were too good for George. You don’t deserve anything that happened between the two of you.”

“Thanks Lando, that means a lot.”

“Do you want me to stay here tonight?” Lando asks you, “or should I get back to my own hotel room.”

You let out a soft yawn. Now that you think about it, it’s pretty late and you’re getting more tired with the second. It would be nice if Lando stayed here. You sleep a lot better with him by your side.

“I don’t want to break any rules, because everyone needs to get out of bed around the same time. So maybe people will see us?” Lando continues. He hopes you don’t care about it, he wants to stay here.

“What do you want?” You ask him.

“I want to stay,” Lando tells you.

“Then stay. We will see about the rest tomorrow,” you decide.

“Maybe we can go back with Max to Monaco? He has his own private jet,” Lando suggests, “If you make up an excuse for Mercedes, you can come back with me.”

“That sounds nice,” you tell Lando, “I will text someone tomorrow that I will go back with my own transport.”

Lando smiles. He lifts up the blankets, getting underneath them with you. You lay down next to Lando. It doesn’t take long before he’s cuddled up against you. You feel comfortable against him, it’s the nicest feeling to have his arms wrapped around you.

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