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chvnnie · 2 years

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I don’t want to fill your asks with my whore thoughts ;-; but here we are. What about giving your panties to skz in public (lmaooo i’m really out here exposing myself)

babes please you’re feeding the exhibitionist in me, never stop flooding my asks with thoughts like this

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: public sex (duh), exhibitionism (duh), dirty talk, lingerie, mentions of food, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet names: doll, baby, angel, babe, idk if this should a warning but as someone who doesn’t like heights: activities that should not be performed on a ferris wheel implied oral m receiving, dirty thoughts - i think that’s it?

i think it’s funny how these get longer each time - i really just dump all my thoughts on here and hope y’all are cool with it LMAO

you blinked rapidly to keep yourself awake for the umpteenth time this evening. who knew award shows could be so boring? obviously not you - if you had known, you would’ve passed on chan’s offer and supported him in your shared home with a pint of ice cream and comfy pajamas as opposed to an uncomfortable gown and hors d’oeuvres that were anything but filling. side by side you sat, your arm wrapped around chan’s as the two of you clapped for the winner of whatever award they just announced. god you were bored, and tired, and so ready to go home. the only thing keeping you going was chan, and how absolutely delicious he looked in his two piece suit. the black dress shirt had three buttons undone, smooth chest decorated with a pretty gold chain exposed. the sight alone had you drooling, needy hands slipping under his suit jacket occasionally to try and pull his attention away from the stage. you had tried - and failed - multiple times, the last attempt ending with a kiss to your temple and a low whisper that send chills down your spine. “hands to yourself, baby, or you’re going to regret it.” so you kept your hands to yourself. honestly, you had behaved well, and chan was starting to relax a bit once your antics were under control. when you slipped away to the bathroom, he thought nothing of it. when you came back and kissed his cheek, he thought you were just being sweet. it wasn’t until your hand found his upper thigh, something plush between them, that he began to think you didn’t heed his words at all. there was not stopping the smooth movement of your hand into his pocket, humming happily as you deposited whatever was in your hand before pulling away. when chan reached in his pocket, fingers coming in contact with the rough, wet lace of your panties, he felt his face flush with annoyance. what if someone had caught you? had saw what you had done? but you just smiled at him, teeth tugging your lower lip in, and chan had no choice. “we’re leaving. now.”

falling asleep on an airplane is easier said than done, regardless of what class you’re sitting in. fluffing your pillow, yet again, you decide to lean in on the armrest that separate you from minho, who had been softly snoring for the better part of an hour. he looked so sweet, eyelashes brushing against the upper part of his cheeks when his eyes twitched, dreams swirling behind the lids. mouth parted and showcasing his bunny teeth, a drop of drool hanging on for dear life in the corner. minho looked so peaceful, so soft…you wanted to hit him with your pillow out of envy. stupid boyfriend who can fall asleep anywhere without even trying, and look so fucking cute while doing so. ugh, you were annoyed, pulling the strings of your hoodie until your face was hidden, no feature but your nose shown. this position could actually work - your eyes felt really heavy, thoughts starting to lose control. so close, so close to finally falling asleep - until a forceful bump, the turbulence making your eyes shoot open immediately. groaning, you brought your hood down and sat up. a glance to your left showed you that minho was also now up, eyes squinted at you as if trying to figure out what the dramatics were for. he asked how long he had been asleep, and that just sent you over the edge, climbing over him to get to the bathroom. frustrated, you slammed the door shut, leaning against the tiny room’s wall to try and breathe. it wasn’t his fault you couldn’t sleep, the seat too small and your mind too active, but it was stupid that you had to suffer alone. the joke minho made as the plane took off crossed your mind - “wake me up when you’re ready to join the mile high club.” - and you really couldn’t stop yourself from wiggling out of your biker shorts, panties balled up and stuck in your hoodie pocket. when you stepped out of the bathroom, you took your time to take in the rest of the riders. your section was mostly empty, as most red eyes are, everyone either asleep or trying to do so. this made your plan much easier to execute. stopping right in front of minho’s seat, you leaned on the empty seat in front of him. eyes glued on his phone, it took him a second to realize that you were standing above him, a playful smile on your face. just as he was about to ask what you needed, your panties were on his face. the silence between the two of you was thick, silk panties still clinging to his face as he tried to process what just happened. when it clicked, they were ripped off his face and shoved into his jogger’s pocket, the seatbelt click loud in the quiet cabin. “get your ass back to the bathroom.”

when you started dating, you quickly found out that changbin’s love language was gifts. he loved the way your face lit up at the sight of a present; be it a baby blue box or a bag of gummy worms from the convenient store, there was always thought behind what he bought for you. it made you feel fuzzy, and even though you had told him many times that he didn’t have to buy you anything, he always went out of his way to do so. thus began the monthly trips to the mall, an unlimited budget for the day as he took you to every store and bought anything you even looked at. at first, you felt guilty, watching changbin buy things for you, but eventually you learned to appreciate it, thanking him endlessly every time. it’s how he expresses his love, and you couldn’t break his heart by denying him. this month was special - his birthday, and your anniversary, were coming up, and you really wanted to get something special for him. both you and changbin had gone opposite ways when entering the mall, his credit card tucked into your wallet as you made a beeline to your favorite lingerie store. almost an hour was spent in the dressing room, trying on different sets while attendants came and went, bringing new ones and taking ones you didn’t like. a particular set stood out the most. it wasn’t really special, just a frilly, white push-up bra with high waisted matching panties, but you couldn’t take your eyes off yourself when it was on your body. and if you couldn’t, bin was done for. opting to wear it out of the store, you put your dress over the set, paid for your other items, and quickly found your boyfriend waiting outside the shop. tight black shirt with jeans that were a bit too smug, with the confidence the new lingerie set gave you, it was hard to contain yourself. contain your want. changbin gathered you in his arms, kissing peppered across your face before he tried to take a peek in the bag. slapping his shoulder and scolding him, the two of you laughed before he let go of you. “can’t wait to see what you bought for me, doll.” he joked before stepping away. you were about to tell him that he didn’t have to wait long, when you remembered the pair of panties you wore to the mall sitting in the bottom of the shopping bag. instead, you just smiled, following him as he pulled you to the next store. and you waited. and waited, and waited, until changbin was calling your name from the dressing room, wanting your opinion on a new shirt. once the door shut behind you, you frowned, telling him that you thought something was missing. when he questioned your statement, you stuffed the previous pair of panties in the dress shirt pocket, “completing” the look. he pulled the panties out, turning them in his hand before balling them up and stuffing them in your mouth. one hand on your hip, he turned you around, pushing your body against the door. a flip of your skirt revealed the new pair, and the groan he was released was a bit too loud for public. changbin grabbed your ass with both hands, squeezing firmly and reveling in the texture of the panties against his bare hands. “you’re really giving me no choice but to fuck you dumb, hm?”

you dropped your mouth, tongue poking and eyes shut as you patiently waited for hyunjin to take his turn. the two of you often played this game when you went on a picnic; one person would close their eyes, waiting for the other person to either feed them or give them something. when the item was received, the person had to guess what was given to them. it was an easy, lighthearted game, that often left the two of you in a fit of giggles, excitedly planning your next move. it was hyunjin’s turn now, and he insisted on food. you felt a little silly, sitting with your eyes closed and tongue out in a public park, but the lack of people out today made it much less embarrassing to be in such a vulnerable state. and luckily, you didn’t have to wait long - the sweet, acidic taste hitting your tongue within seconds of your eyes closing. pulling it in your mouth, you hummed as you chewed, pretending to consider what was just given to you. it was obviously pineapple, but what fun is it to guess right away? chewing and chewing, you finally guess, trying to appear skeptical. you opened your eyes to see hyunjin smiling sweetly at you, giddy as he confirmed your guess. the celebration was brief, hyunjin quickly shutting his eyes to let you know he was ready for his turn. you chose an item, though you couldn’t really focus on finding something for his held out hands. he looked so darling today; black hair pulled back in a half pony, wavy strands framing his face softly. his features were sharp, and his lips looked more plush than normal. his lips. his pretty, pillowy soft lips that were so addictive. god, you almost crawled across the blanket to press your lips against them, craving their taste right now. he always kissed you so good, be it your lips or your neck, your collarbones or your chest. your thighs or your pussy. his lips were sent you straight to heaven whenever they touched your body, and all you wanted was to feel them on you now. checking your surroundings, you slipped your panties off, placing the lightweight material in his cupped hands. you two never specified what category the item had to be in, and you were certain he wouldn’t get this right away. hyunjin squinted, pretty lips pouting in confusion as he rubbed the panties between his long fingers. “it’s wet, and soft…why is it wet?” he wondered aloud, making you more excited about your choice this turn. he spent a good minute feeling it, fingers running around the hem of it, before he brought it up to his nose. you couldn’t help but giggle, a blush creeping your neck as he inhaled your scent. you watched as it clicked, his eyes opening quickly and landing right on you before he looked down at the white panties in his hands. giggles spilled from you, watching as your boyfriend began to blush. you missed the way he checked his surroundings, much like you did, before gripping your hips and pulling you across the blanket. when your back hit the ground, and you felt his hands under your dress, suddenly your were out of giggles. hyunjin laid on his stomach before hiking your legs over his shoulder, mouth immediately latching onto your clit. “dirty, dirty girl. making me hungry for something other than lunch.”

jisung gripped your hand like it was about to detach from your arm, pulling you into the haunted corn maze with a cheesy grin on his face. he had been looking forward to this day for weeks, excitedly reminding you about it daily. when he woke up this morning, he was practically bouncing off the walls, texting you every hour to make sure you were ready to go when he got home from work. it didn’t matter that the sun hadn’t even fully set yet when you crossed the threshold, he was just so happy to be there. it was cute, the excited bounce he had to his step and the way his screams were laced with giggles from jump scares. to want to do anything other than this would be simply evil, especially considering your boyfriend was radiating pure joy. he was so happy, so immersed in the experience, that he definitely got the two of you lost. you had both wandered so off course, there weren’t any actors left to scare you in the opposite direction. dead end after dead end, and the joy was starting to fizzle out, an annoyed frustration taking its place. he had no one to blame but himself for this - not that he thought of blaming you. it was obvious that his frustration was getting you nowhere, so you pulled on his hand, making him stop to collect himself. together you took a few deep breaths, reassured him that you will find your way out, and that it will all be okay. but it was getting darker, and jisung was so close to just walking through the corn stalks. he needed a distraction, or he was going to combust into a fury of frustration and tears. letting go of his hand, you fell back a step, and in his bubbling rage, he didn’t even notice. quickly, you slipped your panties off before running to catch up with your unsuspecting boyfriend. grabbing his hand, you felt him immediately squeeze hard, trying to ground himself. better now than never, huh? you stopped him again, telling him you needed a break. with an eye roll, he let go of you, walking to the new dead end you two hit. he leaned against the corn stalks and crossed his arms, grunting in frustration. “what’s so important that we have to stop now?” in all fairness, his frustration was justified, especially considering the fearful screams of other players had gotten louder. you were closer to getting back on track, why stop now? “catch.” he didn’t have time to question it before something was flying towards his face. jisung was grateful for his quick reflexes, snatching the object out of the air the second it was within reached. unfurling the fabric, he was confronted with your wet panties, not missing the way you smirked at him as he studied them. he huffed a laugh, pushing himself off the stalks as he pocketed the red fabric. his lips were on yours in an instance, every ounce of frustration and aggression taken out with tongue and teeth. one hand cupped your cheek while the other slid under your skirt. his fingers moved with ease from your slick, swallowing all of your moans as he stuffed two of them inside you. suddenly, jisung was grateful for his poor navigation. “make sure you scream for me, baby.”

the bass vibrates the floor, climbing up your legs and swirling around your body until it felt like it was swallowing you. praising yourself for remembering ear plugs, you nodded your head to the music, hips gently moving to the beat. felix stood behind you, eyes focused on the stage and hands firmly holding your hips as to not lose you in the crowd. the concert hall was packed; sweaty bodies pushed against each other and alcohol falling from cups raised over heads. felix had chosen a spot more off on stage left, on the outskirts of the crowd. still surrounded by bodies, but less of the push and shove of the inner crowd. you felt safe, both because of where you were standing and because of your boyfriend, who pulled you closer any time someone got into your space. occasionally you would roll your head back onto his shoulder, lips pouting out and begging for a kiss. he looked so pretty under the neon lights, the sweat on his hairline almost sparkling. felix would indulge you every time, one hand coming to grip your chin from underneath as his lips found yours. every time, he got closer and closer to choking you, and every time, a new gush of heat hit your core. his hands always fit so perfectly around your neck, lips smooth against your own. this time, when you asked for another kiss and he reached up to grab you, you moved his hand, latching it to your neck. his groan was lost in the music, but you still felt it, still heard it. this kiss was more hungry, teeth scraping your lips as he squeezed your throat just slightly. the cool metal of his rings made it so much better, head dizzy with want. pushing your hips back against yours, you decided to grab his other hand, bringing it down to your thigh and slowly moving it up your dress- “not now.” he mumbles against your lips, a soft smack to your thighs before pulling his hand away. felix brought his head back up, eyes focusing back on the band while you began to simmer. rarely does he reject your advances and he didn’t really reject you. just told you to wait. but to be fair, you weren’t the best at waiting. pretending to drop something, you leaned down, trying to be as subtle as possible as your pulled your panties off. once they were secured in your palm, you stood back up and wasted no time looking back up at him. less than two minutes since he last kissed you, felix playfully rolled his eyes before leaning back in. his lips didn’t even brush yours before you shoved your panties in his hand, pulling his attention downwards. he looked at his hand, then back to you, then towards the exit before stowing them in a safe spot. a hand grabbed your throat, directing it towards the stage while his other one moved in between your bodies, hand sneaking up your bare cunt from behind. “eyes on the stage, angel, and don’t make it noticeable. i’m not stopping until you cum on my hand.”

studying with seungmin usually goes one of two ways; you actually study and feel like you have a grip on the material, or you fuck. there’s no in between. when you agreed to study with him today, you wanted it to be the latter, but the more the clock ticked, the more it seemed that seungmin intended on the former. nose buried in a organic chemistry textbook, his hand moved a pen across his notebook without even looking up, somehow staying inside the lines perfectly as he took notes. meanwhile, your art history essay was long forgotten, the intro poorly written and laptop screen darkening as it began to sleep. studying sounded so boring, but you know what didn’t? crawling on your knees, under the table, and letting seungmin fuck your face in the middle of the library. that sounded fun, and always led to something you would enjoy. elbow propped on the table, head in hand, you stared at seungmin as your thoughts ran wild, thinking of any and every way he could take you on this table. it seemed sturdy enough, after all, it held up the weight of his billion textbooks with ease. eventually he caught you staring, brown eyes flickering up from the text to question you. brushing it off as a break, seungmin went back to work, clearly not ready to take one with you. you couldn’t help but sigh, slouching back in your chair. fingers twisting the hem of your dress, you tried to calm down. to stop the thoughts racing through your head. you were so tired of studying, all you wanted was seungmin to fuck you until you blacked out. is that too much to ask? “hey, babe? can you hand me my biology book?” his voice was low from minimal use, and to keep quiet in the library. you nodded in agreement, his focus falling back to his notes after everything was said and down. rummaging through the stack, you found the textbook you were looking for. when you pulled it out, his fabric bookmark broke free, falling onto the carpeted floor. …fabric, hm? would he even notice if it was replace with something different? the book slid across the table, knocking against the one already laid out. not looking up, seungmin flipped it open to the tabbed page, your black panties on full display against the white pages. it was hard to contain yourself as he moved his attention to the new book, and especially hard when his eyes widened at the bookmark replacement. quickly shutting the book, annoyed eyes found yours, not breaking as you heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. “if you needed something to do, you could have just asked.”

carnivals weren’t your favorite thing in the world, but with jeongin, anything was fun. the two of you spent the majority of the night laughing, pulling each other to silly, money guzzling games or stuffing your face with various fair foods. each game was unsuccessful, and spending $8 on cotton candy seemed excessive, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. your boyfriend’s smile as he pushed the soft candy past your lips was enough to ease every last worry of yours. jeongin blew money on a house of mirrors, hid between you in the haunted house with bad jump scares. you two took way too many pictures in the photo booth, jeongin insisting that each time needed a different theme. after multiple kissing, silly, and smiley photos, you two headed to what you had been waiting for all night: the ferris wheel. nothing beat stopping at the top, the ocean stretched out and sparkling under the moon light. it was something you could do all night, and something jeongin would funnel money into. anything to make you happy - he would do. on your third time around, the lights on the wheel flickered. you thought you were imagining it; that’s never happened before, has it? suddenly, every light on the pier shut off, mutters of confusion filling the wooden planks. you looked at your boyfriend, and he just shrugged, leaning over the two seater to look down at the ground. a loud voice announced that the power had gone out - they didn’t expect it to be out long, asking everyone to hang tight while they figured it out. as unsettling as the loss of power was, it was hard to be upset; your carriage was half way up the wheel, pointing right out at the ocean. jeongin sat next to you, head on your shoulder as he stared out at it. it was almost relaxing - being up high, staring out into the night with the man you loved. that is, until his hand grabbed your thigh, sneaking under your dress. you scolded him, pushing his hand down and making him pout. “it’s not my fault you look so damn good in a sundress.” he sealed his words with a kiss to your bare shoulder, arm moving around your shoulders to keep off your thighs. but the damage was done. your panties were almost sticking to you at this point. you could still feel the heat of his hand on your thigh. and you couldn’t even squirm, couldn’t even rub your thighs together without rocking the carrier. stuck to suffer, waiting until the power came on…no. fuck that. you can’t wait. with a little shimmy, you pulled your panties off and placed them in jeongin’s lap, staring up at him with a smile. the hand on your shoulder grabbed the nape of your neck, pulling you in for a deep, firm kiss. your hands were everywhere, creeping up his shirt, tugging at his belt loops while his free one grabbed the thigh closest to him, pulling it up and putting in on his leg. your hand palmed his hardening cock, moaning as he found your clit. “think you can cum before the lights come back on?”

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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♡ bakugou headcanons that feel like a warm hug ♡

➳wc ;; 1.2k (oh my god. what is wrong w me.)

➳ a/n ;; or my bakugou brain-rot that never goes away. thanks for being my comfort character, you fucking gremlin. forgive the silly title.

♡ always makes little adjustments to the environment for you. he’s observant to a fault so if there’s something even a little off and it happens to bother you, he’s trying to work around it.

♡ good at playing guitar but not good at reading music. he can throw something together if you give him a chance but he’s not good at trying to recreate someone elses memory. he’s not like.. musically gifted either but he likes how guitar sounds

♡ thinks about getting a lot of piercings in his ear because he thinks they’d look cool but is kind of too nervous? the idea of a needle going through his skin is a ick. when you start dating, he drags you to his appointments lol - won’t admit it but he thinks he looks so hot when he gets them. takes a bunch of selfies <3

♡ needs to be moving constantly. can’t sit completely still to save his life. when he listens to music, he moves his head. sometimes he just runs his thumb over his fingers.

♡ really, really bad at talking. not in the sense he can’t communicate (that too) but he just likes listening in conversation. rarely adds his own thing. but when he does - always accidentally says something super meaningful

♡ enjoys subtle physical touch because it is literally intimate he melts inside. a hand on his forearm or shoulder. your legs over his lap. small things that show how comfortable you are.

♡ likes being held cause he’s a big ass baby lmfao

♡ wont admit it but enjoy when you choose pretty or colorful bandages for his cuts he won’t himself but it’s like keeping you in his pocket wherever he goes.

♡ really needs you to find him attractive dslksjk it’s not that he ever thinks he’s particularly ugly. but he didn’t really assign importance to his appearance at any point in his life, yet now he puts in a scary amount of effort. readjusts his hair so much more, makes sure his clothes fit good. fixes his fuckin’ face lol

♡ likes chewing gum a lot and always has a pack on him. really proud of how big he can blow bubbles and will be a little sad if you’re unimpressed.

♡ is overly sentimental about things you’ve made him - especially if it’s something super dumb. you drew him a silly little sketch of him in a frog hat? it’s in his wallet behind his id. freaks out when he thinks he’s lost his wallet

♡ LOVES phone calls. yes he still hates talking. but the way his face looks when he listens to your voice. eyes half-lidded, shamelessly smiling - it’s so tender and so lovesick.

♡ terrible first grader hand-writing. he tries to write them for you in the beginning of your relationship (to be romantic or some shit) but they’re so incomprehensible pls. if he focuses on it - it can be legible but most of the time ... yea no.

♡ doesn’t favor tea or coffee but prefers tea if he has to drink one.

♡ crazy good at eyeballing measurement. even in baking. once made a perfectly good bread without weighing anything and doesn’t get why that’s so wild.

♡ has the phone on his text set to be bigger even though his eyes are fine.

♡ lets you do the layout thing on his iphone and decorate as you please. says he doesn’t care but when he sees you made it hero themed/fit with his aesthetic - he got so red it was so cute.

♡ hates shopping in store. will still always go with you because the one time you went alone a store clerk hit on you.

♡ so practical. he started couponing when he was in his early twenties like an old man. checks the news and weather the night before, every night. never misses doctors appointments.

♡ shit at any form of visual art. drawing, painting etc - cannot do it to save his life. but he tries. his hands shake when he tries to draw hearts for you

♡ blows the eyelashes off your cheek super gently whenever he notices. he’ll like.. take your face in his hands and blow so softly like he’s gonna hurt you.

♡ used to agree to make pinky promises with you as a joke. now though? automatically holds his pink out for you to take it. straight up pouts if you don’t.

♡ you two have a song and when it comes on, he’ll sing it back to you. any other time? any other song? he wont. but he always sings your song even without realizing, just mouths it.

♡ enjoys when you put your hands under his shirt and just leave them there and hug him like that. skin to skin contact is elite but only from you.

♡ hamsters adore this man. they just do.

♡ draws frowny faces on your eggs with hot-sauce

♡ soul leaves his body when you play with his hair and scratch his scalp. the tension in his neck literally disappears and he just sighs that shit relaxes him like crazy

♡ the first time he says i love you, you’re tying his tie for his first hero event. you’re telling him to that the color looks good on him and you’re smiling. it honestly it just slips. he went on to win an award that night.

♡ his favorite memory of the two of you was when you were trying to leave the grocery store one afternoon. it was raining heavy as shit. you pulled him in under your clear umbrella and just stood there. he doesn’t know why but that means a lot to him.

♡ cares a lot about his dads approval on his work specifically. him and his dad have a really specifc bond and he actually admires him quite a bit.

♡ nothing makes him cry like “im proud of you”. especially when it’s for something small. it’s just something he didn’t hear enough in a sincere way.

♡ likes fruit flavored sweets over chocolate (generally needs something to do w his mouth cause it helps him think. bad oral fixation) so he keeps little candies on him

♡ shit at video games. terrible at them with the exception of mario kart? for some reason.

♡ always loses his keys

♡ stutters every!single!time! he tries to compliment you. it’s been YEARS.

♡ takes a melatonin gummy before bed and always drinks a glass of water

♡ buys you flowers and keeps them too. like does the upkeep on it and replaces them if the wilt. suggests pressing them to keep them for longer.

♡ lowkey cries really easily. he just gets overwhelmed w his feelings some times and it makes him cry even if he doesn’t want too. you and the bakusquad are sworn to secrecy over it though

♡ wears his ring around his neck on a chain bc it’s easier to show off.

♡ naturally good at doing hair!

♡ likes sneakers but wears dr. scholl's because he walks a lot and is on his feet for most of the day w his job. just being careful.

♡ loves u a lot <3

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha imagines #bakugou imagines #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #im genuinely so obsessed with his man #he lives in my head rent free #like its not funny anymore #i literally am just so in love with him #no thoughts head empty only katsuki

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bluecookies02 · 3 years

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I've been having a hyperfixation on face fucking lately, so If you could do any character with that I'd literally cry my eyes out. I love your work so much and I've been binging it for days!!!❤️‍🔥

!oh absolutely, I'm glad you're enjoying the blog!

>disclaimer:all acts are consensual unless stated othervise<

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Dᴀʙɪ: (cw: squirting, overstim)

He'll fuck you until you're trembling, just begging for him to cum already, throat soar from whining on his cock for hours on end.

Dabi can last long, sometimes too long. He'll have you twitching and crying, squirming when his thumb meets your clit again. It's not like he didn't cum either, he probably filled you up once or twice, dick still terribly hard but equally sore and flaming red from how long he's been slamming it in and out of your pussy. This happens when he's frustrated, generally pent up and it just happens that fucking you makes him feel better.

With one final tap to your clit, you're squirting, back arching and nails digging into your own palm, his chest getting soaked and abs glistening while they flex. He's so close, the pleasure too much that he's not even sure he can cum.

"No more! Fuck, no more" you're panting and clenching your legs shut, his cock slowly sliding out of you. Your limbs feel sore, incapable of moving another inch while you take deep breaths, hands relaxing to reveal small moon-like creases you gave to yourself.

You can feel the bed dipping and then there's a hand on your jaw, gently turning your face to the side.

"Open up" his voice is soft, but not any less demanding, his tip nudging past your lips. You open your jaw slack, closing your eyes. His length fills your mouth, your drool smearing down your lips and across your cheek before staining the sheets. His cock sinks further, filling up your throat. You try to breathe around it, gagging and spluttering but he keeps still, giving u time to fix your breathing, pulling out only a bit to let the air pass to your lungs.

"You good?" and you have to think for a moment before humming, relaxing further when his hands move to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

"I'll try to be quick...take a deep breath come one..." he coos, and you know better than to not listen to his advice. As soon as he sees your chest rising, he's slamming as far as he can go, his balls flush against your face. He's cursing and groaning, humping the depths of your throat, holding your head in place. You're coughing, thinking about reaching to grab his hand, but you decide to hold on.

"That's it, fuck that's it, so close I promise..." he rushes out, the slapping of his skin against yours speeding up. You're almost passing out but there's a deep growl, and then there are hot splashes coating the back of your throat, your mouth suddenly empty while you swallow what you can, coughing out what wouldn't go down. He helps you up, a hand petting your back. You clean the mix rushing down your chin with the back of your wrist, palm opening up to catch the spit falling from your lips.

It takes you a few minutes and Dabi waits, an apologetic look on his face while he watches you struggle. You can speak up but you terribly want to, words coming out scrambled and broken up. Dabi's hand holds your cheek, letting you nuzzle against it.

"Too far?" he asks, worried. His warm hand finds your throat, trying to ease some of the pain with his quirk, suiting your muscles.

You try to shake your head "no". It was almost too much, dangerously close to it too, but your heart is full, body relaxing while Dabi takes care of you, cleaning you up and tucking you against his chest. After a few minutes, you're not sure if you fell asleep or not but you open your eyes, watching the way Dabi's fingers dance across your arm. You move it just a bit until your fingers interlace with his, falling back into the daze and eventually falling asleep

Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ: (cw: none)

He's very rough but also very scared to hurt you.

Making him do anything unsafe is close to impossible and you respect that, you do. However you never saw him losing his mind, you never saw him fully letting go and fuck is it tempting. Even when he's angry he's still cautious. You fucked him silly but never fucked him stupid.

Finally, he's laying on his back, moving the hair from your face while you suck him off, saying dirty shit that makes you squeeze your legs together. Your hands are plastered over his meaty thighs, squeezing and gripping as you work him down your throat. He's timing your breathing, pulling you off every once in a while to let you rest.

"Relax" you whisper, circling your tongue over his flushed tip, flattening it against the slit while you look at him through your eyelashes. You're confident, and he caves quickly, letting you do your thing when he rests his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

You worship his cock, kissing and mouthing every inch, massaging the drool into his balls and squeezing every so often. He's not particularly loud during those, apart from the occasional praise he gives, humming to let you know you're making him feel good. You're going too slow and he's oh so gently raising his hips to meet your mouth, feet digging into the mattress. You keep him desperate, slipping your lips on and off his cock, watching him fuck the air each time his cock gets exposed to it, chasing the warmth of your throat.

It's not until you mumble a demanding "Go on" that you take him all the way in, waiting for him to move. He's not doing anything for a while, until he gets the memo, carefully rolling his hips, bucking off the bed. You're humming, throat vibrating each time he goes a little harder, urging him on. It takes a few minutes for him to let go and get into the rhythm, sloppily fucking your throat, eyes half-lidded to watch you. He didn't know he would get so terribly horny by watching you struggle, eyes glossy, the choking sound making him want to go harder, slam it down your throat until your eyes roll back into your head. He can't keep his mind from wandering, swallowing up by the image, feeling the coil in his stomach start to unroll.

You briefly put your hands on his hips, stroking his sides and following the motion of his thrusts, bobbing your head to meet him halfway. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, and when he breathes out "cumm-ghh" you pull off a bit, the first wave of cum falling on your tongue, a few smaller ones following soon after.

Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ:(cw:facesitting)

Your pussy is spread open, gushing and leaking onto his tongue while you jerk his cock, pumping the length in your hand with great care, movement slowed down so that you can selfishly roll your hips just right, thighs squeezing his head.

He keeps you open with his thumbs, nose buried in your cunt as he laps at your clit, suckling and twirling the nub in his mouth. He's grabbing fistfuls of your ass, trying to get all of your weight on him, pawing and kneading at it, a disapproving huff rushing through his muffled lips. You decide to indulge him dropping all your weight, chest bubbly to hear his satisfied groan, veins of his cock twitching in your palm.

You open your mouth vide, swallowing around his length with practiced ease, your hand moving from his base once it's fully inside. Like on cue, his strong muscular legs hook around your neck, pressing until your nose is mushed against his balls. A small part of you is thankful that he always takes thorough showers after training, but an embarrassingly large one wants to be consumed by the disgusting sweaty musk you can only imagine while you bury your face further between his legs.

Neither of you have much space to move, settling for just trying to reach and be closer to each other. Aizawa closes his lips over your cunt, mouth full as he swallows and gulps like he can't get enough, adrenaline pumping through him when he starts to feel a bit dizzy. You wrap your arms around his thighs, the position straining on both of your muscles, the burning sensation letting you know that you only have so much time until you're both at your limit.

Lazy rolls turn into hurried humps, your pussy chasing his tongue until it's just in the right place, tummy clenching from the surges of pleasure , His head rising off the bed so that he can press his tongue harder. You can feel your throat burning already and you get excited just by thinking about not being able to swallow food or drinks without being reminded of tonight.

He knows your body inside and out, knows that you're about to cum by the smallest movement of your hips and spine, ready to feel it so closely. He's only waiting for it, holding in his release just because he's so stuck on never cumming first, not wanting to miss you reaching your high, your moans and whines while your whole body moves and shakes, wave after wave surging to your fingertips and toes, forcing them to clench and curl.

He releases down your throat when you squeeze your legs around his ears, the first jolt of your body followed by his, cum pooling at the base of his cock. He cums like a bull, and unless your holes are plugged up, it's gonna seep out, you can't even swallow in time, gulps too big to handle, especially in a position like this one.

His legs slowly uncurl, freeing you and letting you slay down next to him. You can hear colors and you can see the sounds, mind on a beautiful vacation, not useful for a single thing. At least for half an hour.

Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ:(cw:noncon, piss, mindbreak, humiliation, kidnapping)

He'll throw you on the ground, make you kiss his cock , make you beg to ruin your voice for weeks. He'll slap it against your cheek, smearing his tip all over your face and covering it in pre.

Pulling on your hair, forcing your lips open and already starting a quick pace. You can only try to push him away, arms too weak to do anything to help yourself. He doesn't want you to lose consciousness tho, snapping you off of his length for only a brief moment.

"Breathe whore, you're useless to me if you can't even suck a cock" you can barely breathe out of fear tho, four fingers tightening around your already bruised neck. Then he's pumping in and out of your mouth, slapping your cheek whenever you try to bare your teeth to make him flinch away, truth to be told he barely feels it he just wants an excuse to hit those plump cheeks. You hate yourself for not trying harder, but one can only have so much strength before giving up.

Your hair feels like it's gonna rip away from your skull, so you have no choice than to close your eyes and relax, slouching on the floor and letting him use your throat, hoping he'll get there faster.

He's not a fan of that, your chocked-up sounds noticeably disappearing when you find a way to get some air through your nose. It wouldn't be that easy, you should've known, two fingers stopping your airflow, causing spit to gush out of your mouth as your throat flexes and battles against his dick. He feels generous today.

It feels like you're dreaming when he finally lets you go, immediately fisting his cock in front of your face, aiming for your pretty eyes. Your eyelashes look beautiful, wet from tears, making them stand out better, more gorgeous...

He hates pretty things. He wants to defile them, make them as disgusting and monstrous as he is, the urge to ruin everything that dares be better than him.

You manage to close them in time, white painting your eyelids and forehead, some of it getting in your hair. He's finished with a sigh, tapping his tip to your lips before taking a step back. You're about to thank God that it's all over until you can feel the warmth hitting your tits, and then the smell hits you, causing you to curl up in yourself. It's not happening, there's no way in hell this is happening. You feel sick to your stomach, nails scraping against the floor until they break off, the sting not making you react at all, only focused on the sizzling sound and a satisfied moan in the background.

You lost the last ounce of dignity you had, brain shutting down while you just sit there, staring at the piss dripping down your thighs and your pussy, later hitting the floor and pooling on the cheap wood. Your eyes are wide, emotionless, robbed of the last spark they held. They're open now but you can't see a thing, everything seems to come to a stop.

You might hear the laugh before a door is slammed and locked, but you're not so sure anymore, falling unconscious in the cold room.

I pinkie promise to edit this in the morning bc my eyes r literally closing as I write. Who tf knows what I just blabbered on here but it's an adventure right. Is it gonna be a "you're/your" mess up, maybe? A plot hole...very likely. ooc...who cares, I do not believe in canon anyways😌

I feel like I made them all nut so fast but, more cummies the better I guess. ALSO ANON THANK YOU, I WOULDNT HAVE KNOW THAT THE ❤️‍🔥 EMOJI EXISTED IF IT WERENT FOR THIS ASK

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serino137 · 3 years

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Hello there, I am back to request more because your writing is a little bit too good. Now, I would like to request m hero x m villain in which they’ve both been kidnapped and tied together chest to chest… PLEASE GO OFF WITH THIS ONE TAKE IT WHEREVER!!! (Don’t have to do it if you don’t want :D)

Prompt #190

"Great" villain scoffed, trying to pull back against the ropes that bound him to hero. "I just had to be tied up with you."

Hero bat his eyelashes, his lips curling into a slow smirk as he felt villain's heartbeat skyrocket. The two of them were captured, tied chest to chest and forced to stand up. Villain tried to push back his hips, desperate to not let his hips brush against hero.

"Keep trying to escape, maybe it'll work the 100th time" hero teased, not at all even a bit flustered by the fact that there was no space between them.

Villain rolled his eyes, casting another glance to the locked door 20 feet away from them. "You know what? When I get out of this, I'm going to make a tie using super villain's entrails and put it around his own neck and hang him with it."

Hero's eyebrows pulled together, the smirk still carved onto his face. "I'm pretty sure taking out someone's entrails would already kill them. No reason to tie it around his neck and strangle him when he's already dead. "

Villain stole another glance at hero, his full lips, dark eyebrows, deep grey eyes that were inhumanly beautiful, and those short, gelled back curls that villain wanted to muse with his hands.

God, they were captured and yet villain wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss hero till they were both out of breath. Villain wanted to tug hero even closer, till there was nothing between them, and make hero cry out in pleasure.

Villain turned, hoping hero wouldn't notice the blush that burned villain's cheeks.

But of course, hero noticed, like always.

He leaned in, making villain flinch backwards, though the rope bound him from moving further.

"Hm, you're looking a little red, villain." Hero taunted, leaning in closer.

Villain swore he felt hero's fingers ghost over his thigh, his touch light and teasing.

"And. . ." hero leaned in, his warm breath fanning over villain's parted lip, causing tingles to break out over his skin. "Your heart is beating quite fast too" hero whispered, his stormy eyes becoming half lidded, darkening with bottled lust. "Are you nervous, dear villain?" hero toyed.

Villain couldn't stop himself, couldn't stop himself from leaning in, his lips nearing hero's, his hips brushing swiftly against hero's.

"Do I make you nervous, my sweet villain?" hero whispered, his lips a lone breath away from villain's sweet, parted lips.

Villain sucked in a sharp breath, gasping when he felt hero's hips lightly thrust against his own. He could feel hero, thick and hard, pressing against him. Villain didn't protest, his voice too lose in the lust that was bolting through him to say anything as hero leaned in slowly as if asking for permission. Villain's chin dipped once, nodding, allowing hero. A low growl came from the back of hero's throat as he leaned in, his lips eating up villain's whimper as their lips crashed roughly–

"Finally" a voice sighed in relief.

Hero and villain pulled apart, villain's cheek reddened while hero's sloppy grin stayed.

"So, you both understand you like each other, right?" Super villain asked from the exit, a scowl sitting on his face. "Right? Right. So stop pining over each other and go on a date or something. I can't do my evil shit because every time I try to destroy the world you two are too busy shooting lovey-dovey eyes at each other instead of fighting me. Now go on a date or something, you pining idiots."

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Noona, Do You Not Like Younger Men? (Choi San+Jung Wooyoung)

Pairing: Choi San× Milf! Reader (Female)× Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Idol AU.

Summary: Maybe going over to pester their favorite manager during her vacation wasn't such a bad idea, especially if it ends up with them getting what they always fantasized about every night.

Word Count: 4.2+K

Warnings: Age differences (still within legal boundaries), breast play including titty fucking (yeah I'm aware some of us don't have huge tits, I'm part of that squad but we can dream ok?) fingering, m+f+m threesome, ass grinding, spanking, degradation.

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @daniblogs164 @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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Y/N's eyes squinted at the two younger males who casually showed up at her home, uninvited and already letting themselves in as if they owned the place.

"Hi Noona. Did you miss us?" The older one of the two squished her cheeks together, earning him a slap on his wrist, which he did not appreciate.

"Aww Noona, now look what you've done. You made him sad." The other male pointed to the other's pout.

"Choi San and Jung Wooyoung, just what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Isn't it obvious? We came to keep you company!" San cheerfully exclaimed.

"We know you missed us so we decided to come over and spend time with our favorite manager." Wooyoung added as he went over to try and cling an arm around the older woman, but she brushed his hand away.

"Ok, in case you guys didn't know, I'm on vacation, a well needed vacation from my manager duties. Specifically from you two! You little brats who constantly give me migraines and high blood pressure. I got this vacation to get away from you both!"

The boys were taken aback by her outburst, looking back and forth between each other and then returned their faces back to her. Their somber and disappointed expressionism soon bursted out in laughter, confusing the woman in front of them.

"Oh Noona! You're so funny." San giggled.

"We know you love and adore us so much. And you're happy that we came to keep you company!" Against her will, and more since she was outnumbered, she let Wooyoung and San each take one of her arm and drag her over to the living room where they sat her down and started arranging the space so they could have a small movie day. Y/N let out slow and deep breaths as she tried not to lose her patience and just let the boys run around her house as they started putting the snacks they brought with them into bowls. She could hear them muttering angrily to each other from the kitchen, no doubt telling each other to be careful less they accidentally broke one of her plates. In less than 10 minutes, they had about 7 or 8 different bowls full of different snacks, ranging from crispy chips, to sour gummy worms and even different types of sweet chocolates.

"We even got mochi ice cream! Would you like some?" Wooyoung enthusiastically shoved the case that contained assorted flavors of the icy dessert.

Knowing she might as well enjoy the gluttonous snacks while she could, Y/N skimmed her hand over them and picked out one of the mint chocolate mochis and stuffed it in her mouth. Unbeknownst to her, the man on her right was staring at her with a wide smile as she ate the ice cream. When she noticed, she gave him a puzzled look and scooted further away from him.

"You chose the mint chocolate flavor." He giddily stated.

"Yes....any problem with that?" She questioned.

San emitted happy squeals at that.

"I love mint chocolate flavor too! Don't you see Noona? This further proves that were soulmates and destined to be together!"

Without even asking or warning, he snuggled himself against her, an arm around her waist as he used her chest as a makeshift pillow. Coming back from the kitchen, Wooyoung glared at San when he saw how close he was with their manager.

"Hey! No fair. Don't hog Noona up for yourself. We promised to share!" He quickly jumped on the other side and tried to tangle himself around her, proving to be difficult when San was pushing him away. Y/N ended up being pulled and tugged from both sides as the boys fought amongst themselves for her. Fed up with their antics, she reached her hands over and smacked both of their thighs sharply, making them retreat away from her less they suffered more physical pain from her.

"I want both of you to stay at least an arm's length away from me if you're planning to stay here and watch a movie. And absolutely under no circumstances do I want either of your mouths opening to sputter nonsense and annoy me further...Got it?!"

Both of the idols scooted to either ends of the couch, each grabbing a nearby cushion to keep them company and to protect them in case they furthered irritated their off duty manager. Y/N took a deep breath as she rubbed the side of her temples, letting the boys pick out which movie they wanted to watch. She probably wouldn't even enjoy the movie with the two rascals nearby, she thought to herself. Wooyoung and San settled for a cute looking movie, both of them hoping that the fluffy contents would soften up Y/N so they could cuddle up next to her once more. The woman however cringed when she saw the title.

"Ugh. Wake me up when whatever chick flick you chose is over." She settled back onto the couch, her eyes already closing.

"Aww come on Noona, give it a try. You might even like it." San suggested.

"Romantic movies have never been my type." She mumbled out, her hand reaching out to take some of the popcorn on the table to stuff in her mouth.

The movie played out exactly as she expected it to. Nothing short of all the typical cliches and stereotypes portrayed on every single romantic comedy made in existence. The boys would often look back at her every few minutes, their faces getting more and more discouraged when their manager didn't seem to be enjoying their company. It seemed that their plan to get close to her backfired as she was currently resting her chin on her palms, dozing off slowly while not paying one bit of attention on the screen in front of her.

"Told you to pick a scary movie." San complained to his friend.

"Your chicken ass can't even handle them." Wooyoung side eyed him.

"Yeah, but jump scares serve as an excuse to hug the person next to you." He tilted his head over to Y/N.

"Nice move, saying your plan out loud for her to hear. You dumbass."

Taking the pillow he had, San chucked it at Wooyoung, knocking the snacks he was currently eating onto the floor. Grabbing the pillow, he made move to throw it once more, but Y/N held a hand up.

"Throw that cushion and I will choke you Jung Wooyoung."

The warned boy immediately sat the cushion back down, setting his hands down on his lap.

"Please do...."

Y/N's half lidded eyes sprung wide open when she heard his whisper. Slowly she turned her head at him, of course Wooyoung noticed out of the corner of his eye and swallowed harshly. He didn't think she was paying attention enough to hear him, but she was. Wooyoung soon felt flushed as she eyed him with an indiscernible stare, trying desperately to focus his attention on the movie in front of him but the heavy weight of her stare kept burning through him. Seeing as he wasn't going to say or do anything else, Y/N decided it would be fun to tease him like he'd often tease her. Sliding on top of him, to the surprise of not only Wooyoung but his friend on the other side, Y/N hummed softly as her fingers ran up his chest.

"Please do what Wooyoung? Choke you? Is that what you want? Want my hand wrapped around that pretty of neck of yours?"

The flustered male shuddered when her fingers encapsulated over the front of his neck, lightly applying pressure against his Adam's apple with her palm.

"Oh someone likes this a little too much." She chuckled as she subtly rolled her hips on his tent that formed as soon as she touched him.

"Please Noona.." Wooyoung squirmed underneath her body, hips trying to grind up against hers.

"I barely did anything and you're already begging for me. You're an even bigger whore than I thought you were." She let out an annoyed 'tsk' as she slowly began to get off his lap.

When Wooyoung felt her detaching herself, his hands came out to clasp her waist, keeping her firmly planted on his lap.

"Yes I am, I'm such a whore for you Noona. But please don't leave me here like this." He whined at her, looking completely pitiful as his hands desperately tried to keep her from moving. Y/N reached a hand out to toss some of the hair away from his forehead, her mind already working on ways to play around with the young male. Noticing that his eyes kept falling towards her chest, she suddenly got an idea.

"You like my breasts Wooyoungie?"

Her question caught him off guard, eyes widening, looking like a deer caught in headlights, especially after she called him by his nickname. He was beyond flustered, unable to look up at his manager anymore.

"I asked you a question Wooyoungie and I expect an answer or else I'll leave you hanging there and make you watch as I play with Sannie instead."

The forgotten male beside them became excited at hearing her words, his hand rubbing against his inner thigh, slowly creeping up to the bulge in his pants. Tilting his chin up to look at her, Y/N repeated her question once more, expecting him to reply as it was his last chance.

"Y-yes. I like your breasts very much Noona." He finally admitted.

Satisfied at getting an answer, Y/N pulled away from Wooyoung so she could start removing her shirt, both boys watching her without batting an eyelash. When her bra dropped on the floor, they both stared in awe at her voluptuous chest, mouths agape and nearly drooling at the sight.

"Fuck, they're just-wow." San chimed in, tongue wetting the center of his lips.

"You like them too Sannie? I always thought you were more of an ass guy." She commented with a knowing smile, recalling all the times he'd come up behind her and greet her with a pat on her bum.

"Oh hell yeah I am, but I'd never say no to an opportunity to suck on a pretty pair of tits." He acknowledged with no hesitation.

"Is that so? Well then."

Prying Wooyoung's hands off her, Y/N sat herself back in between the boys, hands cupping both of her breasts to gently massage them in her palms, fingers tweaking at her nipples which were slowly getting fully erect. The two men at her sides watched with hungry eyes, only imagining how soft and tender her breasts must feel, both wanting to replace her hands with their own. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to get a better offer.

"There's one for each of you my loves, so go ahead. Put your pretty mouths on them and suck on them. And maybe if you do good enough, I'll play more with you guys."

Wooyoung and San simultaneously looked at one another, both wondering if they heard her correctly or it was another perverted thought their mind played on them. Realizing it was not, San was the first one to be bold as he cupped the breast nearest to him and brought it up to his lips, where he proceeded to coat the areola with spit before he latching onto it.

"So you're more of a dirty boy, aren't you Sannie?" She mused at him, fingers brushing some of the bangs on his face.

San only responded by lifting his eyes momentarily to shoot a wink her way before indulging back in his task of suckling on her tit. Y/N turned her attention to Wooyoung, who was still nervously sitting there in a pliant manner. She beckoned for him to come closer.

"Wooyoungie, my other breast feels lonely."

Getting the hint, Wooyoung lowered himself and practically squished his face into her fleshy mound. As expected, he was very vocal, spewing out lewd sounds as he harshly sucked on her nipple, bringing in as much of her as he could possibly put in his mouth. Y/N laid her head back on the top of the couch, mouth drawing out heavy breaths and pants as she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of the the younger male's mouths on her breasts, their tongues and teeth eagerly swirling and nibbling on her sensitive flesh. She noticed how both of them had completely different patterns. Whereas San's suckling was less intense, it was definitely more sloppy, spit dribbling down his chin and down her chest from all the insane movements his tongue worked on her nipple, each of them clearly focused on bringing her as much pleasure as possible. Wooyoung was definitely more intense and full of eagerness, but each swirl of his tongue or nibbling on her skin was less meditated and more like he was simply enjoying to taste the older woman, playing around with her breast as if it was a toy for him to fondle and tease as he pleased. Not that she minded, she loved being used as a toy by them both.

She became so lost in the feeling of their mouths on her body that she didn't notice the hands that had traveled in between her thighs until she felt them prying them open in an effort to slide her shorts and underwear down. She became somewhat self conscious when they managed to tear the rest of her clothing off, her legs closing tightly. Tapping a finger on her knee, San pulled off her nipple to say:

"Spread your legs for us and let us see that soaking cunt of yours."

Wooyoung was just as shocked as she was at his informal and vulgar words, but it certainly served to arouse her even more. Getting talked down to by someone younger than her..... it was definitely something. Giving him what he, and probably also his friend, wanted, she opened up her legs. Putting aside her gorgeous breasts for the meantime, the 2 pairs of eyes peered down at the sight below them, their Noona's folds glistening just for them and because of them, her tiny bud aching to be touched by their fingers. Signaling to his friend, San dipped his fingers down, swirling them around her clit before pressing down on it.

"Oh she's needy Wooyoung, I can feel it throbbing against my finger." San smirked as he lightly rubbed against her clit.

"Is our pretty Noona in need of our fingers? Does she want to get stuffed with them?" Wooyoung muttered against her ear, lips quick to muffle the moan that responded to his question. It was a sweet and tender kiss that was interrupted by San who tilted her chin towards him so that he could kiss her as well.

"Don't worry Noona. We'll make sure you're full and satisfied."

Y/N gasped as she felt both of their fingers slowly insert themselves into her slick and wet walls. Nudging to each other, their fingers started moving to and fro, eyes watching closely each facial expression that took over her features, reveling in the blissful sighs that were spilling out of her lips. Y/N couldn't keep herself from clenching tightly around their fingers, mesmerized by the sight of both of them fingering her tight little hole.

"Are you enjoying this Noona? Like having your tight pussy fucked by Sannie's finger and mine?" Wooyoung giggled, pushing his finger deeper into her, knuckles pressing against her mound which had her shuddering.

"Yes she is Wooyoungie, look at how much tighter she's becoming."

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he looked at Wooyoung.

"Maybe we should stretch her out even further. Don't you think?" He suggested, to which Wooyoung agreed to with a grin.

With a sharp inhale, Y/N released a whimper when 2 extra fingers intruded into her intimate region, stretching her further. The pace with which they were thrusting their fingers into her increased, each of the boys jamming their fingers at different timings, making sure that their tips touched the hood of her sex, grazing that sweet spot of hers. Y/N was a whining and moaning mess. The boys were not giving her any chance to relax, when one set of fingers was pulling out of her, the other set was pushing back in, continuing its abuse on her g-spot. She felt her thighs starting to trembling, her lower stomach building up her climax by the second. Even with the 4 fingers parting her wide open, she was starting to squeeze around them, wrapping them up in a blanket of heat that would soon coat them with her release.

"Are you gonna cum Noona? Cum on Sannie's and my fingers?" Wooyoung cooed as he drove his fingers faster into her to help her reach her orgasm faster.

Y/N could only manage to nod slightly, eyes shutting tight, unable to register anything else save for the slippery and squealching sounds that came from between her thighs. She didn't feel San press his lips against her ear until his low voice spoke in that sexy satoori accent of his.

"Cum for us Noona. Cum all over us."

With his encouragement, she tipped over the edge, crying out loudly as her release started streaming down her body and onto their hands, dripping even down to their wrists. The boys were kind enough to continue filling her hole with their fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm until she came down from her high.

"Shit. Look at all the mess you made on us. Such a dirty dirty Noona." San taunted as he forced her to look down at their cum covered hands, which they both brought up to lick clean right in front of her.

"And you taste so delicious." Wooyoung added with star struck eyes.

Cupping both of their chins, she placed a peck on each of their lips.

"Thank you for that my darling boys, you made Noona feel amazing. It's only right Noona makes you both feel just as good."

Not forgetting about the throbbing needs in their pants, she ordered them to strip in front of her, an order they were eager to comply with. Through clumsy fumbling, a pile of clothes was added to the previously discarded garments from the woman in front of them. Y/N couldn't hide the satisfaction on her face as she gazed at their erect cocks, standing proudly, waiting to be touched and played with.

"Well I suspected my boys were big, but even the reality is nothing like what I imagined." The men flushed at her words, flattered by the knowledge that she had indeed thought about them in that way before.

"Wooyoungie, lie down right here." She patted the space next to her.

Following her instructions, Wooyoung placed himself where she wanted him, displaying himself out to her. Hovering above him, Y/N kissed along his defined abs, getting dangerously close to the tip of his cock, exciting him while the member behind them envied their close proximity. Y/N pulled her face away right before her lips could touch his head.

"As much as I'd love to suck your pretty little cock, I think there's something you'll enjoy even more babyboy."

The pet name followed by the image of her breasts enveloping his shaft between them was enough to drive Wooyoung wild as he realized what she had in mind.

"Oh fuck Noona- yes please." He was anxious about having her warm tits hug around his length and fuck him until they were coated in his cum.

"I knew you'd love the idea."

Glancing back at the neglected male, Y/N motioned for him to come over.

"And I have an idea for you too my precious Sannie. Since you seem to like my ass so much, how about you stuff that cock of yours in my cheeks and fuck yourself on them?"

San's eyes bulged out, his dick twitching when he heard those words. It was such an erotic, kinky and naughty idea and he was all up for it.

"Shit- fuck yeah." He wasted no time as he straddled Y/N's behind, slapping his cock on each of her asscheeks before prying them apart and laying his shaft in between them.

"Fuck yourself as you want Sannie and try to keep up with Wooyoung and I." She challenged him, which he was more than willing to take up.

Spitting down on Wooyoung's cock and her tits to properly lubricate them, she sandwiched his shaft in her pillowy and soft flesh before rubbing her tits up and down on him. Wooyoung was releasing gasp after gasp the more he felt and saw his member disappear and reappear from his Noona's glorious valley. Meanwhile behind her, San busied himself as he started rutting his cock against the firm but tender skin of her ass, groaning and grunting as he took advantage of the green light she gave him to go as hard as he wanted. Each time he slammed his hips up into her, he basked in the visual of her plump ass cheeks rippling with each of his thrusts.

"Oh God." San exclaimed, one hand coming down to strike one of Y/N's cheeks, causing her to jolt forward in surprise, her stiff nipples rubbing against Wooyoung's shaft.

"Shit! San- be gentle with Noona." He whined, his eyes still focused on the silky sensation of Y/N's boobs hugging him.

"It's ok Wooyoung. I know Noona liked it. She likes it rough. Watch."

Raising his hand once more, it came back down to spank the same spot he had previously hit, a light pink hue starting to appear on her skin. Y/N tried and failed to contain a whimpered moan from her lips, spit dripping out and falling on Wooyoung's tip.

"Shit Noona, are you really into freaky shit?" He asked in astonishment.

"She's literally letting two younger guys fuck her tits and ass, how much more reassurance do you need?" San pointed out as he squeezed at her ass, riding her backside with more intensity.

"She's just a dirty kinky whore, allowing us to use her body this way. And then she's gonna let us cover her in our cum cause she's that slutty."

Y/N groaned at his words, her tongue poking out to lick at Wooyoung's slit each time it peeked out through the valley of her enormous tits.

"Fuck to paint Noona's tits with my cum-" Wooyoung hissed, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

"You wanna do that for me? Cum on my big boobs baby boy?" She chuckled when she felt Wooyoung's cock twitch against her skin.

He couldn't answer her as another one of San's slaps along with his frenzied grinding thrusted her forward, making her and the boy below her exclaim in surprise.

"You're not cumming without me. You better hold it." San warned through gritted teeth, nails digging into her flesh as he violently rammed his cock between her fleshy and plump folds.

Y/N looked down at poor Wooyoung's face, looking so distraught as he fought hard not to cum right then and there. Leaning down, Y/N gave his tip a few kitten licks before resuming to squish her breasts on his length.

"It's ok Wooyoungie. San forgets his not in charge here. I am. So cum for me baby boy. Cum all over your Noona's tits." She softly said to him.

With shuddering whines and whimpers, Wooyoung threw his head back, eyebrows furrowed as thick streams of cum erupt from his tip, his orgasmic bliss so overwhelming, lasting longer due to Y/N continuing to rapidly push up and down his cock, milking him out of the last drop of cum he had left in his body.

"That's it. That's my good little boy, keep cumming just like that." She praised him, watching with excitement as his seed plastered itself on the top of her cleavage, some of it even splashing onto her cheeks and chin.

"That's so fucking hot- Oh my God-"

After watching the scene play out in front of him, San felt a familiar tightness in his balls, his tip starting to swell up. Before he could even register it, he was already pumping his own cum all over Y/N's ass and lower back, sputtering out incoherent words as he did so. He ended up collapsing on the couch, energy completed drained after all that, same as his friend who was still laying still on the other side. Meanwhile Y/N grabbed the box of tissues that was on the coffee table and pulled a few of them out so she could clean herself and the boys up. Starting with Wooyoung, she wiped in between his thighs, picking up the remainder of whatever was left of his cum before turning to San and cleaning up his body as well. Once both of the boys were cleaned up, she grabbed a couple more tissues to use on herself. She was distracted when she heard both of them start giggling out of nowhere.

"What's so funny?" She asked them, looking at San and then at Wooyoung, both of them donning a suspicious smile.

"So Noona does like younger men..."

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when-i-was-your-angel · 3 years

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Dinner and a Show

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

WC: 2200ish

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut. Porn with an ounce of plot. Minor drug use? Reader smokes a cigarette. Oral F Receiving, fingering, p in v sex, creampie, not a lotta condoms its the apocalypse, minor praise kink, sir kink.

Summary: Joel and Reader talk about a movie they just watched.

A/N: Not my best, wrote it a while ago. Did well on Ao3, thought I'd post here as well. Enjoy :)

Joel’s arm was wrapped around Y/N's waist as they walked home. He always had a hand on her- ever since they got together you'd see him with a hand on her shoulder, her waist, her thigh. Wherever he could reach. Wherever she'd allow him to touch. He needed to know she was there- that she was alive. In this world, that wasn't something one took for granted.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Y/N asked Joel. She stared up at him through her eyelashes.

“That movie. The ending-”

“So sad, right? How they lost each other?” Y/N brought her left arm around Joel, her thumb shaking through a belt loop.

“Yeah. But they didn't lose each other- he lost her. He failed her, couldn't protect her, and she died. That's on him.” Joel looked at the ground in front of him. The movie had hit too close to home. He spent the whole time thinking what it would be like to lose the precious soul he had tucked into his side. It'd destroy him.

“Well- I suppose. But she lost him too, didn’t she?” She kicked at a stray rock in the street, sending it rolling to the curb.

“How d’ya mean?” Joel looked down at her, wanting to peer into the big head of hers and learn how her brain works. He could never keep up with her, she was just too quick sometimes.

“She let him go. He started to distance himself from her and she let him. She didn't try to save him at all. It was the emotional distance that got her killed in the end.” Y/N let go of his waist to walk to their mailbox, flipping the lid open. Joel stood a few feet away. He stared at her, eyes piercing the back of her head.

Upon finding the mailbox empty, Y/N turned around to meet Joel’s eyes.

“What?” She gave a breathy laugh, shy under his stare.

“I love you.” Joel said. He spoke like it was the first thing he could think to say- like he only just remembered he could speak.

Y/N tried not to let her shock show. Joel wasn't the emotional type, and she didn't want to send him retreating by voicing her surprise. She knew Joel loved her- he showed her that everyday- but he never really said it. Y/N had never pressed him to, accepting what she could get- just happy to have this man in her life.

“I love you too, Joel.” Y/N took a step forward to embrace him and saw that Joel’s eyes were lined with silver.

“Baby, what's wrong? Why're you-” Y/N was cut off by Joel’s loving kiss. She’d had a variety of kisses from the man in front of her, but this one made her thighs quake. He was pouring every emotion he was feeling into her and it electrified her every nerve. Every cell in her body was alight with color.

She pulled away from him gently, and his lips chased hers. Y/N giggled a bit and watched his eyes flutter open. He smiled and leaned down to press his forehead to hers.

“So much.” Y/N’s heart just about burst at his words. She broke into a smile and leaned up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Are we going to stand out here all night or..” Y/N’s voice trailed off suggestively. Joel’s eyes snapped open and he looked at her- a mischievous glint playing in her eye.

Joel smirked and picked Y/N up, throwing her over his shoulder with ease. She shrieked and hit his back playfully as he walked them inside, slamming the door behind them. Joel set her down just inside their front door and spun her around to face him before picking her up again, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Y/N slid her lips against his, hands draped over Joel’s shoulders casually. He walked them up the stairs to their bedroom. Joel’s large hands held her thighs flush against his hips. Y/N bit his lip gently and he moaned into the kiss. Joel parted his lips for her, allowing her tongue to perform a languid dance with his.

Joel reached their shared room and backed into the door to open it. He turned around and set Y/N down gently on their bed. Joel began to seize control of the kiss and Y/N sighed happily in response. He held himself up on his forearms, one on either side of her head as he kissed her. Once Joel was satisfied that her lips were thoroughly explored, he trailed his own lips down Y/N’s neck.

Joel’s tongue darted out every so often as he made his way across what little of Y/N’s neck he could see, his view restricted due to her shirt. She moaned lightly at his kisses as her hands travelled the expanse of his muscular back. Her fingernails left light scratches on the brown flannel.

Joel sat back on his knees and pulled Y/N up by her shirt, earning a loud moan from her.

“Christ, darling. The noises you make…” Joel practically growled as she pulled her shirt over her head. His hands were on her back immediately, fingers deftly undoing her bra clasp. Y/N hissed at the cool air on her nipples. Joel sat back to look at her.

She looked a mess. Her hair was wild from either the wind or his fingers. Probably both. Her neck was a smattering of pink and red splotches. The thought of those marks being his doing… of everyone knowing exactly who made her feel so good… it drove him wild.

Y/N snaked a hand up her body to tweak her already stiff nipples and that was it for Joel Miller. He lept on her, smacking her hand away and replacing it with his tongue.

“Oh- Joel. Fuck, yes.” Y/N writhed underneath his touch. She arched her back into him, begging for more. Joel bit a nipple gently before moving to her right breast, standing at attention.

Y/N pushed her hips off the bed and began struggling with her jeans, hoping Joel would get the not-so-subtle hint. Joel gave a gruff laugh and sat up, pulling her jeans off in one fell swoop.

“Eager tonight, aren't we baby?” Joel kissed her thighs. Y/N’s hips thrashed against him as her body begged him for more, more.

Joel kissed her through her panties, if only to silence her movements. Y/N sighed blissfully and attempted to still her hips.

“Good girl.” Joel looped his fingers through the band of her panties. Y/N arched her hips up and he pulled them down, trailing kisses down her thighs.

“So beautiful.” Y/N pressed her knees together, desperate for some friction. Joel stood up in front of her and undid his belt.

“Touch yourself for me, sweetheart.” Joel’s voice was deep with lust as he pulled his belt out of it’s loops and let his jeans fall to the floor.

The moan Y/N let out was near pornographic as she obeyed his command. Her knees parted and a hand slid down her navel to the peak between her thighs. Joel groaned at the sight and pulled his shirt off his back, discarding it on the floor. He allowed himself the simple pleasure of palming his throbbing cock through his boxers, attempting to ease the ache forming.

Y/N moaned at the sight in front of her, her hand circling faster on her clit. Joel moved to kneel in front of the bed, pulling Y/N until her hips were flush with his mouth. He wasted no time in diving into her folds. Joel may have been preoccupied the last few years, but he remembered how to make a woman scream his name. His tongue lapped at her clit, alternating between broad strokes and pointed kitten licks.

“You good and wet now, darling? You ready for my fingers baby?” Joel mumbled against her mound, his filthy words and the vibrations of his deep voice made Y/N thrash against his hold.

“I'll take that as a yes.” Joel slipped a finger into her, groaning at the sound her wetness made. Joel thrusted his fingers in and out of her as he licked at her clit.

“Joel- please, God. Shit- Joel.” Expletives tumbled from Y/N’s lips as she worked herself on his fingers.

“You wanna cum, baby? Gonna cum for me?” Joel took her clit in his mouth, sucking on it harshly, and that threw her over the edge. Y/N’s hands flew to his hair and held him against her, prolonging her orgasm.

Joel calmed his ministrations, letting her come down from her high before pulling away. She groaned at the loss of contact.

“C’mere. Wanna taste it.” Y/N say up, beckoning for him to come to her. Joel groaned at her words, at the intent behind them, and obliged her. He kissed her deeply. Y/N sucked on his tongue gently, squeezing the taste of herself from him. He moaned at the feeling and pulled away, shoving her down onto the bed. Y/N moaned at the action and spread her legs, aching to finally have him in her.

Joel put one hand beside her head and used the other to drag his hard cock through her folds.

“You want it, Y/N? Hm? You want my cock in you?” Joel was trying his hardest to not just push into her and take what he wanted. He could tell she was in a particularly submissive mood and he wanted to fully flesh out her fantasies.

“Oh, God. Please.” Y/N hissed at the feeling of his hot member between her lips.

Joel’s chest was flush with hers as he kissed up her neck and then bit the shell of her ear.

“Please, what?” Joel intentionally dropped his voice, knowing the affect it would have on her. He smirked as he heard a whispered “Oh, fuck.”

“Please, sir. Please use me.” Y/N’s voice was soft and lust blown. Joel pulled away to look at her face and knew he was done teasing. Her hair was spread in a halo around her. Her neck was marked up and her cheeks were flushed with color. That was all it took to shred the last bit of self control he had, and he pushed inside her.

Y/N never got used to his size. They'd had sex countless times and everytime it felt like he was filling every inch of her insides. Joel knew this and gave her a second to adjust before he began slowly thrusting. His face was buried in her neck, leaving kisses and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

After a few minutes of this, Y/N put a finger under his chin and turned him to look at her.

“Harder.”

Joel's growl was pure feral animal. He gripped her waist and brought her with him as he sat back on his heels. Her feet were planted on either side of him, allowing Joel to have full control over the pace.

Y/N’s tits bounced as Joel fucked her. He made good on her words- he fucked her hard.

“Baby, you look so good like this. Yeah? Taking my cock so well.” Y/N moaned at his words, her hand rubbing at her swollen clit. Joel about came at the sight of it. Nothing pleases him more than knowing a woman was relishing in what he giving.

“Sir- are you close?” Y/N’s voice was high pitched- a sign of her impending release.

“Shit- baby. Yes. Fuck, yes. You gonna cum on my cock? Gonna take my cum so well. Gonna fill you up, baby.” Joel’s thrusts began to falter, his rhythm becoming irregular.

“God, yes! Joel!” Y/N came undone on his cock, arching her back so he hit just the right spot. She clenched around him, attempting to prolong her own release and hasty his.

“Just like that, darling. Oh- fuck!” Joel screamed Y/N’s name as he came inside her, shooting thick ropes of his seed into her warm depths.

Joel gave a few more lazy thrusts before pulling out and laying beside Y/N. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, the air thick with lust.

“That was-”

“Fucking amazing.” Joel finished Y/N’s sentence.

After a few minutes of silence Joel got up to get a wet rag for Y/N. He came back and gently cleaned her up, taking care to mind her most sensitive spots. He kissed her hips, soothing the dull pain where bruises were sure to form. She sighed at the intimacy of the moment.

Y/N stood and walked across their bedroom to grab her silk robe. A precious find on Joel’s behalf. He'd given it to her on her last birthday and she'd worn it about every day since.

She walked onto their small porch, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. She heard Joel shuffling behind her, probably putting some pajamas on. He joined her a minute later, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and placed chaste kisses on her neck.

Y/N took another few drags off her cigarette as Joel began to sway them back and forth, humming a tune. She recognized it, and started singing the words.

Don't know much about history

Don't know much biology

Don't know much about science book

Don't know much about the french I took

But I do know that I love you

And I know that if you loved me too

What a wonderful world this would be

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel miller x you

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inhuman-obey-me · 3 years

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Jewel

Word Count: 1.9k

Description:

Lust - an uncontrolled or illicit desire or appetite.

The Avatar of Lust wants what he wants, and what he wants, he will bloody take.

[cw: violence, body horror]

"Oh, Lilu, you are just too much!" Asmodeus giggled, his hand brushing just subtly across the shoulder of the incubus across from him as he waved away the compliment he'd just received. "But please, don't let me stop you, go on."

"No, but really, it's unfair how pretty you are," one of his favorite succubi whined playfully back. "I mean, humans are so easy to seduce it's boring, but you can just walk right up to anyone you like and they'll fall for you! To have such power...oh, it's so sexy, Asmodeus." The ring of admirers around him hummed with agreement.

"A toast! To our beautiful jewel of a leader!" one cried, raising their glass.

Out of the corner of his eye, Asmo checked his reflection in one of the dark glossy tiles on the wall, making sure to position himself just so under the VIP table's lights to perfectly accent his features before responding. "Aww, thank you all. I mean, my skin does shimmer like a jewel, thanks to that rare new lotion Nevan got for me last week, but you don't have to point it out like that - after all, everyone can see that already for themselves."

And speaking of jewels, he thought, as a sparkle caught his eye from across the room, I think I see a gorgeous one right now...

Quickly, Asmo gave one of his usual flimsy excuses to flit away from the group and approached the demon who had just walked in - and, more importantly, the brooch on the demon's coat, which glimmered softly with the shine of a powerful magical gem. It was one of the most interesting things he'd seen in a long time, and he decided right then that he just had to have it.

Staring up coyly through his long eyelashes, he purred, "Well, hello there. Today's your lucky day - wouldn't you like to come join the table of the most gorgeous person here? Who are you, sweetie?"

"No thank you."

The response was curt, without even a name, as the demon declined to meet his eyes.

Asmo resisted a pout. He didn't often get such cold treatment from a stranger, and he did not like it. After all, he was the Avatar of Lust, the most beautiful demon in all the three realms. Not to mention, this lesser demon was utterly repulsive-looking! Who did this guy think he was, ignoring him this way?

But, he had a goal here and he wasn't going to give it up so easily, even if it did mean he'd have to do a bit of flirting with an absolute horror of a face.

"Oh, come on now. Why don't I get you a drink?" Determined, Asmo took the other demon's hand in his, placing a ghost of a kiss on his fingertips as he led him towards the bar.

At that moment, he noticed the ring on the demon's finger - bronze and iron, etched with intricate symbols. Very familiar intricate symbols.

Solomon. He knew about this ring, and by extension, this demon; his sorcerer friend had told him the story a long time ago. It was Solomon's very first pact, and one he regretted deeply, as he'd only made it to save a kid he'd been fond of. A lowly demon who craved the bodies and energies of effeminate young boys, targeting only weak prey, and who had once even tried to pull Beelzebub into a pact to save his own sorry skin, though thankfully Beel was smarter than to fall for the tricks of such a low-ranking demon.

Truly, Asmo's disgust for this guy just kept increasing. And the jewel kept enticing him in, glittering with magic power in the club's flashing lights. Didn't something so beautiful belong with him, rather than with this miserable rube?

For the lesser demon's part, he just sputtered a bit in surprise at Asmodeus's boldness, finding himself pulled along before he could even give a response. "Well, I guess I don't mind a free drink..."

The Avatar of Lust waved to the bartender as he nabbed a pair of seats, signaling to get them his usual "I'm flirting, don't interrupt us please" order before turning back to his new companion. "So, what's your name, handsome?" he asked with his most charming smile, suppressing the urge to vomit at having called that appalling visage handsome.

"...Ornias," the opposing demon responded carefully. "Aren't you...Asmodeus?"

"Heehee! Why, yes I am! Isn't it your lucky night?"

"...I guess." He seemed more wary than excited, to Asmo's annoyance.

Just then, the bartender slid two glasses of glowing orange drinks towards them, saving him from having to respond to the demon's lack of enthusiasm directly. "Oh, our drinks are here - the house special, Hellfirefly Sunset Demonus!" he chirped, thrusting the glass cheerfully towards the other. "Come on, let's drink!"

He quickly downed the whole glass, urging the lesser demon to do the same. "So, Ornias, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

Whether it was the alcohol, or simply because people always like to talk about themselves, Ornias started to relax a bit. "Well," he began proudly, "I'm an Officer of the constellation of Aquarius, and..."

He was soon on a very long monologue about himself - a monologue to which Asmodeus quickly found himself zoning out. "Oh, that's so interesting," he nodded along with feigned fascination, catching a mention of...something about strangling Aquarius men for liking Virgo women...?

Seriously, how does this guy just keep getting creepier and creepier? No wonder Solomon can't stand him, Asmo thought to himself. I thought it'd be a good idea to get him talking about himself, but this is even worse than how cold he was being earlier.

Deciding he was more than done with listening to this, Asmodeus grabbed the other demon's hands again and whisked him to the dance floor, this time saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sure you didn't come to the club just to chat all night, did you? Of course you didn't! Come, dance with me!"

Unfortunately, that didn't stop Ornias at all. "Sure," he said, making some awkward steps around while trying to continue his rambling. "Anyway, so as I was saying -"

Asmo placed a finger over the annoying demon's lips and a hand on his shoulder. "Shh, hush there cutie, let's just enjoy the music and each other, shall we?" He shimmied up against his dance partner, letting his body do the work of entrancing the lesser demon so he could give his ears a break.

His peace was short-lived, though. As Ornias got more into dancing with the Avatar of Lust, it seemed some new need to try to impress him welled up inside. He blurted out, "Hey, so actually, you've heard of Solomon, right? Greatest sorcerer in the three realms, Michael's favorite, yadda yadda? He's actually a close friend of mine. I'm sure he'd make some time to meet you if I told him about you."

It took every last bit of restraint Asmodeus had to keep his eyes from rolling right out of his skull at that. He needed to speed this up fast, or he was going to lose his mind.

"Oh, would you? That's so amazing, I didn't know Solomon was friends with such an impressive demon," he replied, voice dripping with saccharine charm to hide how far he was lying through his teeth. "And you're not a bad dance partner, either. You know, you just keep getting more and more attractive...what's an Avatar of Lust to do with himself?"

Satisfied that his little name-drop seemed to have done its job, Ornias smirked and took a slight step back. "Well, thank you. You're, uh, not bad yourself."

"Oh, come on now, I live for praise. Feel free to flatter me as much as you'd like," Asmo crooned, placing his partner's hands on his waist to draw him closer again.

The lesser demon managed just a couple more compliments as his lusty companion's hands started traveling more aggressively with his dancing, tracing his lower back and shoulder blades from beneath his coat. "Mm, y-your hands are kind of cold," he stammered out as he felt the lithe fingers brushing up against his neck.

"Oh, my bad! Want to help me warm them up then?" Asmodeus giggled mischievously, resting his hands now on the ugly face in front of him instead. He drew him into eye contact, not letting the demon shy away, and continued, "Come on, you're dancing with me after all - the Avatar of Lust. It's quite the honor, you know."

He placed a light, intimate brush of his lips along his neck, and the lesser demon practically melted in his arms. "W-well...if t-that's what you want..."

"It is," he answered breathily, voice imbued with magic to carry the sensual sound to his target over the loud music of the club. "I'm all yours for tonight, just the two of us, here on this dance floor. So focus on me, okay?"

"Yes, of course..."

He leaned in close to Ornias's ear and whispered alluringly, "Now tell me, what is it that you desire?"

At last, the words he'd been waiting for fell from the annoying demon's mouth, as he could no longer resist the Avatar of Lust's charms: "Asmodeus...I want you."

Asmodeus smirked, drawing Ornias into a dark corner at the edge of the room as he batted his eyelashes with a faux sweetness.

"Why, Ornias, did you fall in love with me?"

Ornias nodded through heavy-lidded eyes, hardly able to form words as desire rapidly clouded his mind. "Yes, I...I want you..."

"Am I just to die for?" Asmo whispered into the lesser demon's ear, caressing his cheek with one hand while entwining the other around the small of his back. This close, he could feel the pounding of Ornias's heart against his own chest, like sweet music to his ears.

"Y-yes...I...would die for you...."

"Am I just to die in writhing agony for?"

"Yes, Asmodeus..."

"Good. Then die for me, darling."

Ornias gasped as suddenly a wracking pain started in his groin, which traveled quickly like venom up through his veins across his torso and throughout his whole body. Blood dripped from his eyes and mouth as Asmodeus walked clawed fingers up into his back, tearing the skin beneath his coat to ragged ribbons. With the other hand still on the lesser demon's cheek, Asmo yanked his face towards him to meet his gaze. His charm powers quickly overtook the demon's control, and before he could stop himself, he thrusted his hand deep into his own chest, pulling out the still-beating heart to hold out like a present. The Avatar of Lust let the blood run down from his lips as he sank his fangs in for a bite.

"You really are too unsightly for something this beautiful," Asmo said with a sneer.

With that, he snatched the gem off of the demon's chest and sashayed away with a cheerful hum, not sparing another glance at the convulsing form left in the corner.

"Oof! Solomon, please! I told you to be more gentle with me when you summon me! What if you bruise my beautiful body?!"

"Great, okay, it's not you," Solomon sighed with relief. "I suddenly felt one of my pacts brea-- Asmodeus, what is that you're wearing?" There was something oddly familiar about the red heart newly adorning the top of the golden scorpion that encircled the demon's torso.

"Ahahaha! Isn't it pretty?" the demon crowed happily, blood still dripping from his lips. "And it has so much power stored inside, too! It's just perfect for me, isn't it?"

"Oh, by the way," he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes, pulling a ring off his finger to toss at the sorcerer, "I took care of your Ornias problem for you."

#obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me fics #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #om! asmodeus #demons being demons #writings #mod chaos in the devildom #had fun doing demonology research for this one

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bts-hyperfixation · 3 years

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Loving Lullabye

Fulfilling a request from ages ago

Taehyung x Y/N Established relationship, smutty fluff.

Warnings: oral, soft sex.

A gorgeous bouquet of flowers had arrived early that morning. A common occurrence when Tae was on tour. You look at them fondly from across the room. He was so thoughtful, making sure you knew he still thought of you while he was away. You’d planned to have a quiet night, turning down requests from friends for an after-work drink. Far more content to spend a night alone with a blanket and a movie.

So that’s precisely what you were doing. About to press play on some Netflix rubbish. Until someone knocked at the door. You sigh and place the remote on the coffee table, assuming it was one of your friends with a bottle of booze unwilling to give up. You don’t bother straightening up your appearance. Presumably, they will leave if they think you are beyond fixing for the night. You begrudgingly open the door.

“Did you get the flowers?” Taehyung’s beautiful boxy smile greets you. You can’t hide your excitement, throwing yourself into his arms. He catches you easily, carrying you back into the house as you plant kisses all over his face.

“You aren’t supposed to be back for another two months.”

“We had a night off and I missed you too much.” He responds trying to get you to aim your face kisses on his lips, ultimately leading to you both missing the mark. He sighs dramatically as he drops you on the sofa, following you down. He lands heavily on top of you keeping you pinned down. Using his new advantage he kisses you slowly, deeply, exploring you as if it were both your first and your last kiss.

You indulge him for a while. Making no moves to wriggle out from beneath him like you ordinarily would, until his words catch up with you…

“A night off? Like ONE night?” Your eyes go wide at the realisation. “You flew all the way back here for less than 24hrs?”

“I will take any hours I can with you.”

“You are so stupid… I love you.” You wrestle a hand free just to use it to drag his lips back to yours. “We should make them count them.” You mumble against him.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He stands quickly, pulling you with him and running for your bedroom. You struggle to keep your hand in his as he jumps over the shoes strewn throughout the apartment. He tugs you onto the bed with him, lying side by side but facing each other. “I miss you so much when I’m gone” He pouts. Immediately you try to kiss it away. No space for frowns with so little time to spare.

Each peck gets a little more heated. You unbutton his shirt clumsily, hands struggling to stay on task the more that his chest is revealed. You push back the shirt, running your fingertips freely over his tummy, grabbing at his sides just a little. You use your new grip to push him onto his back, dragging your lips from his, down his pecs and over his stomach.

His hips start to lift expectantly when you reach his waistband, but you insist on teasing him first. You lick a long line up his abs, biting a little, marking him just enough that it will still be there in the morning. He whines to get your attention, puppy dog eyes out in full force.

“That’s cheating Tae.” He just bats his eyelashes at you. It’s so hard to resist him like this. And what’s worse is he knows it. You relent easily, blowing a raspberry just above his belly button as punishment before slipping back between his legs and removing his jeans and boxers. Already a little sensitive and clearly pent up, he whimpers at the release.

You admire the desperate expression on his features for a moment. Only for a moment because the temptation is too much. You lean forward and take as much of him as you can in your mouth feeling his entire body tense beneath you. You swallow around the length before bobbing your head back to lick at his slit. He swears as your hand wraps around the base, pumping carefully. You look up to meet his eyes. He makes for such a beautiful picture.

Lip tugged between his teeth. Eyes lidded. Hands scrunched up into the sheets. Nobody is prettier than your man. Especially when he is like this. He doesn’t let you go for too long. Too worked up to hold back, but too many plans to stop this early. His fingers thread into your hair, pulling you back up to him.

“You still have too many clothes on my love.” He says pointedly.

“What do you want to do about it?” His hands instantly find their way to the hem of your shirt, yanking it over your head with little regard to the fabric. He throws it as far away as he can. “You definitely just stretched that.”

“It was my shirt anyway.” He shrugs uncaring, diving into your now bare collarbones so he can mark you the same way you had him. He manages to flip himself on top, where he impatiently wriggles his shirt from his shoulders where you’d left it. He then switches his attention to your shorts, hands slipping up your thighs and through the loose leg holes. His fingertips ghost over your folds just a little before he pulls the pants down from the inside, revealing all of you to him.

“Did I tell you how much I missed you?” He asks disappearing between your legs.

“You might’ve mentioned it once yeah.” He briefly pops back up, tilting his head.

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean you…” It leaves you very confused for a moment until you catch on, slapping him around the head.

“Did you just say that to my vagina?”

“Of course I did, like I said I missed her… you too I guess.” Before you have a chance to come up with a scathing response he is diving between your legs. He nips at your clit forcing you to lose your train of thought. His fingers join his tongue, two of them pushing gently into you as he sucked on your clit.

The only words you can form are random curses and his name. He gets you so close, a third finger adding to the girth as he scissors each one just a little, the burn feeling so good as he licks soothingly, cleaning up your juices as he goes. Your toes start to curl, fingers threading into his curls, just as he… stops. You whimper at the lost orgasm.

“Taaeee”

“I want us to finish together baby.” He grins, scooting up the bed until you are face to face again.

“I could’ve finished twice Tae…” You whine

“But I’m so close, I couldn’t have lasted long enough to build you up again…”

“That definitely seems like more of a you problem…” He thrusts into you with clear intention of making you be quiet. And it works… mostly. Instead you moan as he sinks deeper, nails digging into his back. He kisses you, chin still messy with you. You can taste yourself all over him. One arm keeps him steady above you as the other snakes between your bodies, reaching for your clit, rubbing in just the right way.

Almost immediately you are back on edge.

“That’s my girl.” He whispers against your skin “Cum for me Y/N.” A few more well aimed thrusts and you are clenching around him, milking him through your orgasm. He collapse next to you, and reaches for the wipes he knows you keep in the bedside table.

As you come down he cuddles you in close. Stroking your hair as you drift off to sleep. His beautiful low voice singing you into dreamland, calming the left-over effects of orgasm.

….

It’s early when you stir the next morning.

“You awake?” he whispers.

“No.” You answer as he pulls you into his side.

“I need to get up soon.”

“Why do we need to get up?” You grumble finally opening your eyes to meet his. His fluffy hair a complete mess, his eyes as heavy with sleep as your own.

“Technically you don’t” He chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “But I have a flight to catch.”

“Just one more night?” He shakes his head softly; you know that he can’t, but it was worth the ask. Instead you drag yourself into his lap, straddling him before leaning into kiss him like he was about to leave for war.

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#BTS smut #taehyung smut #taehyung fic #bts fic #kpop fic #kpop smut #kpop fluff #bts fluff #taehyung fluff

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catboynecromancy · 3 years

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Kissing prompt day 2, from the lovely @navigatrixloves. Thank you for this one! 💕

Pynch — One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

There’s reassurance in the gesture, in having Adam’s hands so close. Ronan has always found both comfort and exhilaration in his boyfriend’s touch, how Adam knows exactly when and what he needs at any given moment, all without so much as a single word said between them.

Yesterday, it had been leaving Ronan to his own devices, until it became time to sleep. Then it was having wiry but strong arms wrapped around him, holding Ronan so he felt safe and secure enough to dream.

Today, it’s inseparability, staying so near they’re practically one creature. It was Adam, slotted against Ronan’s back while he tried, and ultimately failed, to cook perfect over-easy eggs and unburnt bacon for breakfast. It was their pinkies and ring fingers twined together as they walked the fences, checking for broken planks and other flaws which might allow dreamt-up animals to escape.

Now, it’s Adam sitting comfortably on his lap, curled up to Ronan with his face resting against his shoulder. They’ve been like this for a while, long enough for Ronan to lose track of time, quiet except for their soft breathing and murmurs of nonsense once the silence becomes almost too charged to bear. When Adam shifts, Ronan worries he’s bored and done with being close, while he’s so very far from being ready to break apart.

Not yet, he thinks. Please, not yet.

Adam stares at Ronan with a look that is somehow both stern and soft, his lips pursed, lovely blue eyes tapering. There’s a gentleness to the set of his face, one that says I’m thinking.

He doesn’t speak out loud, there’s no need to. Words are nice, sure, but they communicate best through private, knowing glances, and by fitting their bodies together in moments of vulnerability and bliss. Rather than say what’s on his mind, Adam puts a finger to Ronan’s mouth, slowly brushing the calloused pad along his plump, slightly chapped bottom lip, then does the same to the top one. They part on sheer instinct, lids drooping as he loses himself in the familiar intimacy of being touched in such a way.

Through his dark eyelashes, Ronan sees the intense expression spread across Adam’s naturally gaunt features. His near translucent brows draw in, forming a telling crease between them, his mouth set in a painfully straight line.

Trying to lighten the mood, Ronan eases the tip of Adam’s finger into his mouth to nibble on it, only to be rebuffed with a huff and his boyfriend pulling the whole thing away. “My bad,” Ronan gets out. “Won’t do it again.”

Adam doesn’t respond, he just fixes Ronan with a glare before going back to cautiously tracing his lips. It goes on for a long minute, another, and another, until Ronan begins to think he’s becoming delirious. His mouth trembles from the attention, breaths coming out in shaky waves, all conscious thought drifting further away with each passing moment. The only thing that exists is him, Adam’s comfortable weight still settled on his lap, and the finger gliding along his lips for what feels like an eternity and yet no time at all.

Just as Ronan is on the verge of a near mental breakdown, Adam finally stops, the sudden lack of sensation drawing out a whine. The digit drifts down, settling underneath his chin, tilting Ronan’s head up as Adam gives him a single, chaste kiss. Ronan isn’t certain what would be better for his fracturing state of mind — for this to be all there is, or for Adam to push — but he doesn’t have to worry for too long. Rather than pull away, Adam digs teeth into his bottom lip, biting down hard and, when Ronan whimpers in pain, promptly offers his tongue as a balm. He drags along the outside before delving in, licking at every inch Ronan has to offer.

He wraps arms around Adam’s back, pulling him close, his own fingers clawing into skin through a thin layer of blended cotton. Adam takes this as a sign to explore further, his confidence in the kiss making Ronan’s head swirl until he can’t take it any longer. Ronan pulls away with a gasp, both from surprise and something else altogether.

“Was that not okay?” Adam asks, whatever courage that had been there before gone.

“No, it was…” Ronan trails off, staring up at Adam’s flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. “Fucking good, almost too good. You’re so much sometimes, Adam.”

The look Adam gives him is one of uncertainty rather than pride, although Ronan thinks it should be the latter, considering the compliment. He starts to move like he wants out, but Ronan’s grip keeps him in place, and Adam quickly gives up with a frustrated sigh. “That’s not as flattering as you think it is, y’know.”

“It is, you just don’t know how to take a compliment.” This earns him another, much deeper sigh as a response. “I mean it, like, sometimes you’re just so fucking much it makes me feel like I’m going insane.”

Adam snorts and leans forward, nuzzling his face into Ronan’s shoulder. “I don’t get it,” he says, at least somewhat cowed by the elaboration.

“You will. Someday. Soon.”

“Soon?” Adam repeats, curiosity in his muffled voice.

“Soon.” Ronan echoes back, arms squeezing Adam tighter. “You’ll see yourself the way I see you.”

He doesn’t say anything, just reaches blindly up to press fingers to Ronan’s mouth and keeps them there — his own soundless offer of comfort and surrender.

#pynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish #trc #the raven cycle #my fic #ask prompts #kiss prompts #navigatrixloves #i sort of combined the lap one into this too

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eggtoasties · 3 years

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socks of fate

Pairing: Sugawara Koushi/Reader

Rating: G

Summary: Maybe the red string of fate is actually cute patterned socks.

Word Count: 1.8k

AO3 Link: Here

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Sugawara burrowed further into his jacket against the cold chill of early spring. He walked faster towards the café and relaxed his shoulders once he opened the door and basked in the warm heat. Looking around the coffee shop—light wood with brass fixtures, floor to ceiling windows admitting bright afternoon rays, and an abundance of greenery—he found Daichi and Asahi at a table against the side of the wall.

Catching their attention, Sugawara waved and headed towards them. It had been a while since they had all seen each other—busy with work and adult lives—but, they always made an effort to meet up at least once a month to catch up.

Home-bound, he walked towards his childhood friends. He came up to the table and Daichi and Asahi stood up in response. Asahi spun him around in a bear hug, engulfing Sugawara’s smaller frame. Sugawara pat Asahi’s back and teasingly felt up his biceps through his shirt.

“Still working out, man? You look good,” Sugawara said with a teasing wink which made Asahi blush and stammer.

“Don’t fluster our little man baby,” Daichi said faux-sternly, lightly slapping the back of Sugawara’s head. “It’s good to see you Suga; it feels like it’s been ages.”

Sugawara pulled Daichi into a bone crushing hug, slightly lifting Daichi onto his tiptoes making him chuckle.

“We just got here a few minutes ago, let’s all order,” Asahi said excitedly. “I tried their iced dirty chai with caramel and sweet cream a while back and it was incredible. Daichi blinked at him—he had forgotten Asahi’s sweet tooth. Both feeling bad for the barista, Sugawara and Daichi nodded indulgently to their friend.

The trio went up to the counter and headed back to their table with their drinks. Although it had been a few weeks since Sugawara had talked to his two friends, they fell into easy conversation as if no time had passed between them. They caught up on work, family, friends, random tidbits of gossip, and chattered about nothing in particular.

While absentmindedly listening to Daichi lament about one of his coworkers and Asahi’s gentle consolations, Sugawara looked at his friends seated across from him. It had been years and years since high school. Gone was the round curve of their jaws and the rosy glow of adolescence. Although they were sitting, Sugawara noted the air of confidence that seemed to emanate from the cut of Asahi’s strong shoulders and the pull of authority that orbited around Daichi.

“Hello,” Daichi questioned, waving a hand in front of Sugawara’s face, “are you even listening to me?” he pouted. “I was saying how Hitoshi-san is definitely stealing my lunches and you were too busy spacing out,” he finished with a huff. “Or were you just thinking of Asahi’s arms?” Daichi said, laughing at Asahi’s embarrassment.

Asahi self-consciously crossed his arms over his broad chest and looked away from his snickering friends only to still as something caught his eye. Daichi quieted as he looked past Sugawara as well. Sugawara’s placating trailed off when he realized he had lost their attention and started to turn backwards in his chair.

She was walking towards their table, hips swaying and hands fiddling with the lid of an iced drink. Sugawara turned back, rolling his eyes at their idiocy. He had forgotten that they regressed five years when someone pretty caught their eyes. Trying to start conversation again, he took a plastic knife and tapped it against the side of his cup in mock seriousness. “Gentlemen, if you would be so kind to bring your attention back to me—”

She had walked a little past their table, giving Sugawara what he thought was a dismissive glance—starting with his face and ending at his feet. Rude, he thought to himself, when she suddenly stopped, ice and coffee slushing against the side of the plastic cup, and spun to face Sugawara.

She looked intensely at his honey eyes and he felt his cheeks reddening. From his periphery he saw Daichi tense up and Asahi jump a little at the incoming confrontation. Sugawara smiled nervously and wondered what he possibly could have done to be in the middle of her warpath and immediately tried to apologize.

“Your socks!” she said brightly.

The boys froze in confusion and Sugawara felt the heat rise to his ears. Daichi and Asahi peeked under the table and didn’t even try to hold their laughter in. Sugawara had worn open toed sandals that day. Socks and sandals are a look he constantly insisted to his judgmental friends—birks, he argued, are also comfortable. But, at that moment, he was regretting not going for a more weather appropriate boot. One that would cover the pastel yellow chickens dancing across his ankles. With easter egg hats and baby bunnies. It was a gift from his mom—what monster would deny their mother, Sugawara was internally monologuing.

“A-ah, yeah they were a gift—” he choked out.

“We’re twins!” she shouted gleefully. Setting her drink on their table and reaching down to her boot, she unzipped the side zipper and started one legged hopping in attempts to pull the shoe off. Finally freeing her foot she presented her sock to the table.

They were clearly from the same brand, but instead of the easter motif, her yellow chickens were gathered around a Christmas tree and leaving milk and cookies out for chicken Santa.

Adorable, Sugawara thought.

She wriggled her foot at them before moving to put her boot back on. Teetering a little to the side, about to lose her balance, she let out a little squeak, windmilling her arms to remain upright.

Shooting up from their seats, the boys leapt up to try and catch her, but Sugawara was the first to place one steadying hand to her lower back and another on her shoulder. He ignored the little smirks Daichi and Asahi sent his way as they sat back down.

“Oh my god, thank you,” she said breathlessly. “That would have been so embarrassing,” she muttered to herself. Zipping her boot up and straightening, she looked at the trio and flushed. “Well, thanks for letting me expose my feet to you guys,” she joked while picking her drink back up.

“Thanks again,” she said to Sugawara and walked towards her friends who had been watching and were currently laughing and pointing good naturedly at her.

Dazed, Sugawara looked back towards Daichi and Asahi. Daichi looked incredibly amused and Asahi had placed his elbows on the table, hands cupping his cheeks, looking doe-eyed at Sugawara.

Ignoring them, Sugawara crossed his legs and took a sip of his drink.

“So…” Sugawara drawled, twirling his straw. “Lunch thief?” he said weakly, preparing himself for the onslaught of teasing.

As their drinks slowly emptied and seconds and thirds were bought, Sugawara couldn’t help but sneak glances at her. Her back was towards him, but he could see the way she talked animatedly with her hands and nodded vigorously at her friends. He saw the way she threw her head back in laughter and heard it ring across the café.

As the trio’s conversations were dwindling to an end and the sun was lower in the sky, Asahi and Daichi ganged up on Sugawara.

“God, just ask for her number,” Daichi grinned.

“You kept looking at her—I’m pretty sure all her friends noticed too,” Asahi supplied. He dodged as Sugawara’s hand came to swipe at him and Asahi laughed at his friend’s embarrassment.

“C’mon Suga,” Daichi said, “worst case scenario she says no.”

“But who’d ever say no to our Suga baby,” Asahi crooned, exaggeratedly batting his eyelashes.

Huffing, Sugawara complained, “Worst case scenario is that she says no,” crossing his arms as they laughed.

Before they could continue making fun at him, Sugawara delivered swift kicks to Daichi and Asahi’s shins, making them both bang their knees under the table and scowl at him. Running a nervous hand through his hair and trying to look nonchalant, he glared meaningfully at his friends as she started to walk towards him. He tried not to stare while he pretended to make conversation with a disgruntled Daichi and a pouting Asahi, but he tracked her coming closer and closer from the corner of his eye.

“So,” she started, hands in her back pockets swaying slightly on the balls of her feet.

“And that’s why you need to cut down on salt—” he looked at her and felt his pulse in his throat. “Hi,” Sugawara squeaked, sending a kick specifically at Daichi.

“So,” she said again, “I was wondering if we maybe had more in common than just our superior taste in socks,” ending her sentence at a slightly higher pitch. She twirled a strand of hair around her index finger watching Sugawara’s reaction. “Would you wanna get a coffee sometime?” she asked, eyes crinkling down at him. “But if not, totally fine,” she said quickly, “you don’t have to feel obligated because of our, uh, sock solidarity,” she laughed.

Sugawara’s brain stopped and he swore he could feel his heart in his mouth. He felt a surge of relief that he didn’t have to ask her out, and stared at the way her hair fell around her shoulders. He had the urge to run the tips of his fingers across the ends to see if it felt as soft as it looked. Feeling a sharp pain in his shin, he jumped in his chair and shook himself from his stupor. Feeling the blood rush to his cheeks as he realized he had been staring in silence, he nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes, I’d love to get coffee,” he said quickly, elated at the way she brightened at his response. “H-here,” he fumbled with his phone as he passed it to her. Punching her number in with a grin, she gave his phone back.

“Thanks,” he said softly, staring at the contact information on his screen. “How’s next week Saturday? Twelve-ish?” Sugawara said eagerly, unable to keep the smile from his face.

“Sounds good to me,” she said humming to herself. Looking to her right where her friends were unabashedly watching, she laughed. “Text me!” she said, walking away, “see you soon, chicken!” waving at his table.

Waving back at her in a stupor, Sugawara felt as if his brain had left his body. He hardly heard Asahi’s whoops of encouragement or Daichi’s gentle teasing—he felt his pulse reverberate in his skull. He looked down at his feet and grinned.

As she left the café with one last wave, Sugawara beamed at the two in front of him and shot up from his seat. “Yes!” he shouted, pumping his fists in the air.

Daichi and Asahi leaned into each other and snickered. “Suga, you didn’t do anything,” Daichi said.

In response, Sugawara put his hands behind his head, and stared into the rafters.

“Look at the stupid grin on his face,” Asahi giggled.

Sugawara grinned impossibly harder.

#sugawara kōshi #sugawara koushi #sugawara x you #sugawara x reader #sugawara koshi #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara koshi fluff #sugawara koshi imagine #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader

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distinctlywhumpthing · 3 years

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Together 6: Inferno.

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CW: explicit language and content, multiple whumpees, torture, captivity, conditioning, noncon touching (non-sexual), implied noncon (sexual), dehumanization, electrocution, shock collar, beating, gaslighting, manipulation, restraints, extreme control of food/exercise for appearance, mention of passing out/vomiting due to exercise/restricted diet, controlling whumper, multiple whumpers, possessive whumper, masked whumper, letmeknowifimissedany

The next day, I wake up before August. He’s starfished on his back, feet, and one hand hanging off the bed. He looks even younger asleep, with freckles scattered across his nose, long eyelashes, and not much facial hair for a man who hasn’t had the chance to shave in a handful of days. The stubble that is there is even lighter than his hair, tending toward blondish rather than auburn. He sits up ramrod straight and groggy as hell when the keyring clangs against the outside of the metal door.

“Let’s go, Princess,” one of the goonies drones as he opens it. It’s Darius, but for some reason, he’s wearing a ski mask.

Weirdo. Did you just come from robbing a bank?

Maybe the mask means they’re planning to let August go, a good thing. I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone, but I still feel a bitter pang of jealousy. I don’t look back at him as I walk out.

Wyatt is waiting for me in his office, upstairs. He’s already cleared his desk for me. There are gauzy curtains in front of the windows so I can’t see the view but I always look forward to the daylight. Today, it’s muted like it might be overcast or raining. I strain to listen to see if I can hear it on the windows.

“Come here,” he says, standing and patting the desk in front of him.

I walk over, trying to read into his expression and tone. It’s never easy to tell what I’m in for because he’s so calculating. I don’t think I’ve ever once seen him lose control of himself in all these years. I sit up on the desk. He steps in between my knees so we’re eye-to-eye, tucks my hair behind both ears, and puts his hands on my thighs. Close enough that he can inhale every minute expression on my face and in my eyes like I’m shotgunning him.

“How do you like your new roommate?” he asks.

I’d shrug if it were allowed. There’s a remote to the collar in the pocket of his blazer. Instead, I just blink at him. Does it matter? Either way, he won’t be around very long.

Wyatt nods like I really did just answer him. “He made some poor choices last night. You were perfect, putting up with all of that.” He lifts his hand to the side of my neck, thumbing the collar through my shirt. “A little healthy fear will set him straight. I bought a new belt just for the occasion.”

Christ. I work to keep my face neutral.

Beatings have never been his M.O. with me. Except to make sure the silence was deep enough that not a damn thing earthside would illicit a fucking peep out of me, but he made it a point not to leave scars. He wants my body as perfect as my behavior. Otherwise, it’s all about the mind for this lunatic. Patient enough to find the trigger that will have me agreeing all on my own. He feels powerful, and I guess he is, for knowing just how to frame things, pinpointing what I want and need, even if I don’t realize.

“When it turned out he’d be staying longer than intended, I knew I couldn’t let the opportunity pass. He’s just too perfect,” Wyatt purrs.

What the fuck does that mean?

Wyatt stays silent and goes on reading my face while my thoughts snowball.

Shit. Why are you smiling at me like that?

Finally, he seems to have his fill of my reactions and squeezes my thigh. “It’s been quite a while since you took that many shocks, Emmy, and I can’t have you being stiff later,” he tells me, then pulls a tablet out of the desk drawer. “Do a yin yoga class—you haven’t eaten enough for anything else.”

I dip my head once in a nod.

He runs his thumb along my jaw before moving so I can hop off the desk.

The yoga is part of a whole distorted regimen. Wyatt wants my skeletal frame toned and flexible. “Not just skin and bones,” he says, but then goes on feeding me one meal a day. There’s no way he doesn’t calorie count the shit out of everything that passes my lips to elicit what he wants but it’s never enough to truly exercise on. He’s had me try other things but I’d just pass out or throw up and he wasn’t willing to adjust the input to equal the output. I love the yoga anyway.

The clothes he has me wear are skin tight and all black because boy does he love to watch me move. “You’re so graceful,” he’ll croon, admiring his maintenance of my figure. In the beginning, I wasn’t flexible enough for his liking, so he’d push me in the stretches until I thought my muscles would snap. Sometimes he’ll have some look-the-other-way woman come in and wax every surface below my neck so that in a black yoga bra and practically-underwear shorts, I shine. Then, he’ll have me to do all sorts of other things.

—

When I finish the video, an hour long, he waves me back over. He’s been watching me the whole time, a serene look on his face. He has me sit in front of him on the desk again. Prefers me up here, all within reach and eye-level. Carlos brings in our lunch in paper bags. It’s an endless rotation of delivery and takeout here. I can’t say I’ve ever seen a kitchen. Wyatt passes me a compostable bowl with a plastic lid. He knows this is one of my favorites.

I narrow my eyes.

The shit-eating grin comes back.

I don’t turn down the food though, despite the twisting in my stomach. Hunger strikes result in having a tube shoved down my throat. After all, my body is his wonderland. He eats a burrito, reclined in the chair with his feet on the desk next to me. Sips Coke out of a glass bottle and passes it to me. Purses his lips while he watches me hold it by the neck and take a swig before I hand it back. It fizzes down my throat sweetly.

Fuck, what is he planning?

It’s not strange to eat together or share a drink, but there’s something in his eyes today. An extra sparkle of anticipation. Last time he was like this, I wound up hanging from the ceiling for half a day. Contorted by silk rope knots into a goddamn living chandelier. The goonies had express permission to carry me after that one on account of my limbs turning to pins-and-needles jello.

After I finish eating, he tells me to find a book to pass the time. “I won’t have you getting sick later,” he says, pulling his phone out, dismissing me.

I move my ass before he moves it for me even though my sense of dread is deepening. I’ve made a fair dent in his library by now. Naturally, being a psychopath, Wyatt is well-read and intelligent. Lots of philosophy, social theory, plenty of psychology (but I feel like those must be a trap so I avoid them), books in other languages, and classic literature. I find it a little one-sandwich-short-of-a-picnic-basket that he wants his effectively-mute captive to also be well-read but it’s beyond me to try to understand his depraved logic.

—

When he’s decided it’s time, he stands and walks over to where I’m curled up in the armchair by the bookcase. “Let’s get you ready,” he says, holding out his hand and leading me over to his desk.

My pulse hammers in my throat.

He picks up a crisp sopping bag, pulls out folded black clothes. I usually change after I shower but it’s always a roll of the dice with Wyatt, especially in this kind of mood. I’m surprised when he starts putting the clothes on over what I’m already wearing. It’s baggy sweatpants and a hoodie—also black—and then some sneakers. I can’t remember the last time I wore shoes. Next, he pulls a little case out of the bag and opens it to reveal earbuds.

Oh, hell. Not again.

We’ve done this before. He took me out to some fluorescent superstore, spread his goonies around on video calls to record me, and sat in the fast-food restaurant with his laptop. Read me a shopping list and watched me sweat through it. I nearly had a conniption at the register. It was one of three times he’s ever taken me out.

Wyatt smirks at the misgivings playing across my face and passes me an elastic for my hair. I pull it all into a low, tight bun and then he uses first-aid tape to secure the headphone inside my ear. I’d never dream of removing it myself, and he knows that, so whatever is about to happen to me puts it at risk of falling out. I haven’t felt this scared in a while and it’s making him smile even more.

I know being hopeless but no longer frightened provides an irresistible challenge. It’s not like I can help being resigned to his life for me, exactly as he intended. He doesn’t want me shitting-my-pants-afraid. It’s not about that. He could have made me vacant, and not just silent if he’d wanted but there’s a thrilling risk to pushing me. My psyche is his game of Jenga and he never loses. He knows how to manipulate, balance, and finesse every piece so that I’ll only ever wobble, dangerously close to collapse but always just shy, leaving him infinitely validated. So, I know he’d never put me in a position to truly break but I still fear the magnitude of the wobble. And the duration.

Wyatt has handed me gloves and is now holding up the last item from the bag. A clown mask.

Oh, god. Are we actually robbing someplace?

If I weren’t wearing so many clothes, I would be convinced I was in for some twisted, kinky shit, especially with these gloves. He ties the mask securely behind my head and I’m already sweating under the foamy rubber just imagining silently holding someone up. With a loaded weapon in my hand.

Fuck, Wyatt. Seriously?

He traces his fingers down my arms, pulling up my hands and helping me off the desk. Holding my arms out and looking me over like he’s seeing his prom date’s outfit for the first time and just knows that he’ll get to take it all off later. He drops my hands and pulls the hood of the sweatshirt over my head.

“Perfect,” he purrs and leads me down the hallway toward a door I haven’t entered in a very long time. I’m wearing too many clothes for what that room is usually used for. I hope.

Wyatt moves in front of me and pulls me close so our noses almost touch, lowers his voice in a way that is far from soothing. “If I’m not happy, with any aspect of your performance, I will personally tenfold it. Understood?” He searches my eyes one at a time. Left to right and back again.

I nod, stomach already somewhere by my feet.

He leaves me in the little hall, alone. There’s a yellow light bulb underneath a metal cage on the wall.

Sonofabitch. I’m terrified.

Naturally, I don’t move until Wyatt's voice comes over the headphone in my ear. “Go in. Close the door behind you.”

Calm down, Emma, you just have to survive this one thing right now. How bad can it be?

I take a deep breath and open the door, step in, and close it softly behind me, not sure what is waiting for me since it’s dark. My eyes don’t have time to adjust before the lights flick on.

All my blood runs cold. This is undeniably the ninth circle of Hell.

Wyatt lets me stand there, frozen, and unable to pull air into my lungs, for more than a few of my stuttering heartbeats before he finally gives me my next command,

“Emma, pick up the belt.”

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hisoknen · 4 years

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chef boyardon’t || hawks

warnings: fluffy smut, first date with hawks wc: 2.4k

a/n: this is for my spring time anon @smol-floatyy for the @bnhaclaimedmysoul event!! sorry i couldn’t resist the title, forgive my shit humor XD it’s been so nice getting to know you and i would love to keep in touch! this pushed me out of my comfort zone and i learned a lot! i hope you enjoy it! sincerely 🌺 anon

Stretching your body and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, swinigng your legs over the side of the bed. Your body was sore and your head was pounding against your skull. Your stomach growling was the only thing that had your body moving at this point.

“Oop, hey there baby bird,” you hear Hawk’s voice coo as you step into the kitchen. Walking over to him, you wrap your arms around his body and breathe him in.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up Y/n,” he chuckles. Letting out a groan, you reach around him for a bag of chips, before turning to walk over to the couch. “Stay up late again, hm?” He follows in suit, collapsing beside you. This was the first time all week that you’d seen him.

“Mmhhm,” you fall into his lap, the bag of snacks perched on your stomach while you crunch away.

“How was work?” You mumble, looking up at him as you shove a handful of the salty chips into your mouth.

“Ahh, it was honestly pretty boring, I’m just ready to take it easy, here with you.” He smiled down at you, his eyes squinting shut, shoveling a handful of the chips into his own mouth. The relaxed air he was putting off always frustrated you.

Why wouldn’t he just talk to you more about how he was really feeling. You knew his job was stressful but whenever he was here he cut all conversations revolving around it, short.

You decided to not push him on it any further, distracting yourself by popping a few more chips into your mouth. At least he was here, spending time with you and holding you after all.

“Hey Y/n, why don’t cha tell me about the best date you’ve ever been on?” He grins, looking down at you inquisitively. You almost choke on your food, your cheeks immediately grow hot as you try to swallow the last of your chips, thinking of how to divert his question to avoid responding.

“I really enjoyed that one time that we made pasta together.” You smile up at him, your hand shifting to rest on top of your chest, rubbing at the skin.

“I enjoyed that too, but that’s just us cooking together, ya know? What the best date you’ve ever been on?” Hawks grabs the bag you’ve been fidgeting with, popping a chip into his mouth, his hand resting on your shoulder as he waits for you to respond.

“Remember the time we planted the carrots in the garden.” You counter, racking your brain for something to say. You’d never actually gone on a date. You always wanted him to ask you out on your first, but he was always so busy, and you understood that.

He was the Number 2 Hero after all. He had more important things to be doing than taking you out on dates. You always saw how tired his eyes looked whenever he came over, how he plastered a happy look on and you just wanted him to relax and spend time with you. It wasn’t all that important for the two of you to go out when you had each other’s company.

“Y/n,” he chuckled, “Once again, that’s just us spending time together, kitten, I wanna know about the best date you’ve been on, I won’t get jealous, just want to know so I can top it.” He gives you a Cheshire grin.

While Hawks wasn’t someone to take things too seriously, you knew how much he cared about you and that he was sensitive when it came to what you thought of him. How could you reassure him and make sure he didn’t beat himself up over it. It wasn’t that big of a deal.

“I uh- I haven’t ever actually been out on a date.” You stammer, “I mean- we do a lot of fun things! I consider them dates.” You hurry to reassure him but it’s too late. You see his face fall for a split second, his brows furrowing.

“Keigo, I love the time we spend together, it’s more than enough for me.”

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Who the fuck is that? You try to rack your brain for people who would be showing up to your house in the afternoon. Hawks had your keys so it couldn’t be him. Had you ordered something? No that couldn’t be it. Shit who the fuck was it?

You felt horrible after what had happened yesterday. You hadn’t intended to make Hawks feel bad. He’d asked you the question in the first place. But as soon as you told him that you’d never been on a date, he had grown silent for the remainder of the night.

He looked lost in thought and no matter what you said he would just shrug you off. All you ever wanted was for him to wrap you up in his arms and be beside you. You hadn’t lied about that and you couldn’t think to ask him for anything more, it was all you ever wanted from him.

You nervously approach the door, anxiously peaking into the hole. What the hell? Through the small hole you could see Hawks nervously looking at his feet, hands hidden behind his back. Did he leave his key here?

You quickly unlock the door and his eyes flash up to yours. “Kei-”

“I uh… got these for you” he cuts you off, flinging his hands before you, a bouquet of spider lilies in his hands.

“Hey lil bird. Ahh... if you don’t have any plans, I would love to take you out on a date.” His cheeks are blushing as he stares up at you, searching your face. You take the flowers into your hands, your eyes widening sight before you.

You’d told him about your favorite flower, but you didn’t think he’d remembered. You’d never seen white spider lilies, and they were absolutely beautiful. You look back up at Hawks and see him shifting from one foot to the next, his hand is scratching the back of his head while he looks to the side.

“I would love to.”

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You’d never had more fun. After putting the flowers away you grabbed your bag and headed out with Hawks. You’d walked around the city for hours, grabbing snacks along the way, hand in hand.

You were radiating, the air around you was warm smelt sweet, you could tell that the smile on Hawks’ face was genuine, without a trace of worry, and it made your heart sing. He’d made you wait outside of the supermarket while he grabbed groceries.

“We should probably start walking home now,” you stroll up to him as he emerges from the store, the sky darkening around you.

“Can you hold these?” he holds the bag up to your face. You smile up at him and take the bag “Ah ah, no peeking.” He closes your hands around the bag, “Com’er,” he pulls you flush against his body.

“Kei-” your words get caught in your throat as you watch the ground beneath you disappear. “Shh, just enjoy the view. I insist.” He whispers against your ear, the whirling of his wings surrounding you.

You look below and find the market you were at mere moments ago the size of a miniature diorama.“I’ve wanted to take you up here for the longest time.” Your fingernails dig into his arms, your heart was beating out of your chest. “Don’t worry, love. Relax and enjoy the view.” He purrs and you slowly ease up on the pressure.

The city lights twinkling below you stars in front of you were vibrant and glistening. It all looked like a dream. You lose track of time, taking in your surroundings from a new perspective.

This is how he saw the world everyday? How small we are in comparison to the things that surround us. He was sharing this beauty with you.

You arrive through your bedroom window, Hawks gracefully placing you onto the bed, his forehead brushing against yours while he steals a kiss from your lips.

“Now you stay here.” he grabs the bag from your hands and pushes himself from the mattress. You watch him disappear, closing the door behind him. You dreamily walk over to your dresser to put on a tank top and shorts.

The whole day had been an absolute dream. You relax against the bed, head propped on the pillow, engraving the memory into your mind, reliving the moment over and over again.

“Hey there, dove,” you turn your head to the door to find him propped up against it, striking a sexy pose. You would have been drooling if not for the fact that he was wearing a chef hat, clad in nothing but an apron covered in chicken nuggets.

“Where did you get that?” you sit up right, trying to hold in the laughter that threatened to escape. He puffs his cheeks out at you pouting, pushing himself from the door and walking toward you.

“You don’t like it?” The string holding his outfit together looked so flimsy, one wrong move and he would be completely exposed in front of you. The way the hat was thrown on with haste, made him look like he was straight out of a parody porno.

“No, no I love it!” You let out a giggle scooting over to give him space. He laid a soft kiss against your lips, hands grasping at your hips “Chicken nuggets?” You take the fabric into your hands, smiling up at him through your eyelashes.

Breaking out in a cheeky grin, he lifts his eyebrows at you, moving down your body. His mouth covering your exposed skin with feathery light kisses, hands pulling your legs apart, finger ghosting over your panties.

“What are you making?” You let out a sigh, relishing in the feeling of his fingers circling your clit.

“That, my love.” He lays a kiss against your clothed core, “Is a surprise.” The cold air of the room hits your core as he pulls your panties to the side, his tongue immediately delving into your folds.

Breath catches in your throat as his tongue laps away at your center, his fingers ghosting over your entrance, looking down at him through your lidded eyes. His tongue flat, trailing up from your slit and flicking at your clit.

His fingers sink into your core, curling up while he continues his painfully slow ministrations on your clit. His fingers slip inside of your slit, his tongue lapping at your folds, moving at a tantalizing pace.

“Y-you feels so good.” Your hands thread into his hair, pulling him closer. The breath coming from his nose, sending shivers up your spine. He tugs gently at your folds, working his fingers in and out, brushing against the spot that has you moaning above him. Trying to keep your eyes open is an impossible task as he kneads at the point, clamping his lips around your clit and twirling his tongue around it.

“You’re always so tight for me, dove.” The lewd words seep into your brain, electricity coursing through your veins.

Your pussy clenches around his fingers, sucking him in further. “Kei- I’m gonna,” your hips are bucking into his mouth, body undulating beneath him.

“Come for me, dove,” he purrs against your soft flesh returning to your throbbing pussy. The pressure in your belly builds with each swipe of his tongue, your hands tightening their grip in his hair, eliciting a groan from his sweet mouth. His pace picks up, the pressure he is applying has you screaming out his name, walls convulsing around him.

Hawks places delicate kisses onto the inside of your thighs, fingers tracing the skin of your shaking legs, your mind is swimming but you're brought back to your senses in moments. Sniffing the air you sit up on your elbows.

“Do you smell something?”

“Oh shit!” his hands immediately disconnect from your body, dashing out to the kitchen. Quickly grabbing your shorts, you follow after him, dipping your legs into the openings. Hawks is using the hat to waft the air over the pan in an attempt to lessen the smoke.

“Fuck!” He let out a frustrated growl moving the it onto another burner, trying to salvage the dish. “I can’t believe I forgot to set a timer,” he mumbles to himself, running a hand through his hair. You close the gap between the two of you,

“That kinda blows.” he huffs, a disappointed look seeping through his features.

“Is that Mole?” You take another sniff, looking onto the charred sauce in the pan. The sauce looked delicious and you dipped your fingers into it, wincing as the liquid burned the tip of your finger.

You still pull it into your mouth with a pop, holding back a grimace. You could tell even if it wasn’t burnt it would have tasted.. Unique to say the least. But he went through all this trouble for you?

“It was.” he chuckles, taking the pan and bringing it over to the sink to soak. He’d really gone all out today.

“I wanted today to be perfect.” His hands reach up to rub at his forehead.

“I guess for the longest time. I wasn’t really thinking about all of the things I wanted to experience with you. I get so caught up just being with you that sometimes I forget to show you how important you are to me.” Hawks looks down at his feet, a nervous smile taking over his features.

“But I am glad that I was able to take you out on your first date at least. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did kitten. I really wanted to make your favorite dish but uh…. We still have time to order some takeou-”

“Hey.” You cut him off, walking to the freezer.

“What are you doing?” he watches you rummage through the contents. You emerge with a box of dinosaur nuggets in hand, a smile spreading across your lips.

“You know. As much as I love Mole, I’ve been really craving chicken nuggets all day. How about we try to make it another time?” His brows furrow for a moment. Walking over to him you place a kiss onto his lips, pulling the hat from his hands and rearranging it back on top of his head.

“Next time, okay? Everything about today was perfect and the only way I can see the day ending is with a face full of nuggets, so get on it chef.” You hand him the box, landing a playful swat at his butt.

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#bnha spring time #hawks x reader #hawks x reader smut #bnha smut #THIS EVENT WAS SO WHOLESOME AND LOVELY AND I AM SO GLAD I GOT TO MEET NEW FRIENDS THIS WAS AMAZING #LKSJFD

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tothemeadow · 4 years

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these Mario kart AUs are killing me 😭 Ok so, after that little um..’display’ lol, It’s come down to this...Girls vs boys..The reader with the girls competing in the hardest mode: ☀️S h i n e T h e i f☀️ Empress-Sama can pick the punishment 👀

‘to claim victory pt. 3′ / Pillars x Reader

warnings: slight NSFW

words: 1,556

(a/n): Muichiro is 18+ in this!

also, one word: femdom

This is it.

This is your chance.

You’ve come so far, and you are not going to give up. Failure is a well-known friend by now, lingering on your shoulders and whispering words of doubt into your ears. There is nothing left to lose, now, and you’re going to give it your all.

The same can be said for Shinobu and Mitsuri. Like you, they’re tired of facing a loss and crave after the sweet taste of victory. The other team – the guys – have had far too good for far too long. It’s their turn for them to plead for forgiveness, to kneel at your feet and cry for mercy.

You’re so damn hungry for power. It’s well within your grasp, inches away. You are not going to lose this time. Boys be damned.

Stripped down to your undies, your flesh bears fresh goosebumps. The heat radiating off of Tengen and Kyojuro is downright pleasant, and you desire to have them cling onto you. But no, you cannot allow yourself to be distracted.

Your character frantically chases after Shy Guy, gradually closing in on his little buggy. The Shine Sprite hanging above him sticks out like a sore thumb, and you’re practically salivating to get a hold of it. You wait until you’re directly behind and take your aim.

“It’s nothing personal, Gyomei,” you speak.

At that, your character whips a green shell at Shy Guy. The Shine Sprite flies off, allowing you to quickly grab onto it before zooming away.

“Dammit,” Tengen curses by your side.

“Oh my gosh!” Mitsuri cries out. “We got it! We got it!”

“Don’t lose focus, Mitsuri,” Shinobu is quick to respond. “(y/n),” she says to you, “we’ll cover you.”

“Like hell you will,” Giyuu grunts.

Yoshi comes barreling towards your character. Boo King slams straight into him, effectively keeping him from reaching you.

“Thanks, Shinobu!”

“Oi, jackass,” Sanemi barks at his teammate, “don’t fuck this up!”

Your heart thuds with every beeping second. Twenty seconds left. You have to hold onto it for thirty. You must.

Again and again, the guys either launch themselves or an attack at you, but either one of the girls comes to your aid just in time or you somehow dodge it. Isabelle is hot on your heels. Waluigi is charging straight towards you. There are only moments to make a decision.

Screw it, you think as you rear your character to the side. You can hear both Muichiro and Obanai muttering curses.

Ten seconds left.

Your skin is absolutely crawling.

“Give it up!” Kyojuro taunts in his usual happy-go-lucky way. He tries to be intimidating while playing games, but he’s really not.

“Kiss my ass,” you toss back. You flash him a smile right when the clock reaches zero.

“No!” all of the boys shout.

“Yes!” the girls cheer.

Giyuu merely sighs and sets his device to the side.

Mitsuri wildly claps her hands. “(y/n), you did it! You really did it!” You quickly hop up from your seat to meet her hug.

Shinobu comes to stand next to the two of you, a dark glint in her eyes. Her lips curl into a sadistic smile. “Girls,” she begins, using a low voice, “you know what this means.”

A similar smile appears on your own face. It’s time for revenge.

The three of you simultaneously turn to the guys.

“Alright,” Shinobu continues, crossing her arms. “Now it’s our turn to pick the punishment.”

A round of grumbles comes as a reply. The guys are in no place to be angry, especially since all of them agreed to the conditions.

Shinobu claps her hands together. “Alright, gentlemen, please do us a favor and strip.”

You bite your lip and share a sneaky smile with Mitsuri.

Their reactions are amusing, to say the least. Of course, Tengen has no issue with whipping off his clothes and showing off all his glory. Kyojuro doesn’t mind, but is face turns red while he does so. Sanemi and Obanai only seem annoyed by the ordeal. The rest reluctantly do as told, an anxious expression written across theirs features. Soon enough, the room is filled with half naked men.

Mitsuri’s face blows with a bright pink. “Oh, wow.”

You agree. You know all of the guys spend a lot of time working on their physiques, but to see them up close and personal? It’s incredible.

Tengen flexes as your gaze flicks over his torso. “Like what you see, sweetheart? I know, this is quite some prize,” he purrs.

Shinobu rolls her eyes. “Pick two,” she says to you and Mitsuri. “I think we should give them a taste of their own medicine, don’t you agree?”

Your dominant side perks at the suggestion. It’s revenge, alright. And if you can get the guys as embarrassed and flustered as they made you, then sobeit. Humming, you tap your chin, eyes scanning over the different guys. “I want him,” you say, pointing at Sanemi, “and him.” Your finger lands at Muichiro.

“Alright,” Sanemi growls, “let’s get this shit going, then.”

You meet his challenge with a shark-toothed smile.

It’s funny that Sanemi is trying to pass as unbothered about the whole thing. For one, he hates to lose. Second, you can see the subtle shifts in his character. The light trembling. The way he swallows harder than usual. You’re already affecting him and you haven’t done anything yet. Taking a seat next to him, you bat your eyelashes at him.

“I promise I won’t bite.”

Sanemi scoffs at your obvious bluff. He knows it’s a personal jab; he’s into biting himself, and the mark on Mitsuri’s shoulder says it all.

Kyojuro’s sudden giggling catches your attention. Turning to him, you see Mitsuri peppering kisses up and down the column of his neck. Oh, so he’s sensitive? You’ll have to keep that in mind. On the other hand, Shinobu is sitting on Gyomei’s lap. Compared to his massive size and her tiny one, she’s more of a doll sitting in his lap rather than a human.

Fingers dig into your fleshy hip. “Stop watching them,” Sanemi growls, just low enough for you to hear. Jealousy laces his words, and it’s clear as day. Heat spikes up your back.

You cast your attention back to him and click your tongue. “Brat,” you hiss. His fingers dig into you harder. “Don’t be so upset,” you breathe into his ear. “I’ll mark you, okay?”

A heavy breath passes through Sanemi’s nose as you nibble at his earlobe. Lips skimming his sharp jawline, your lids fall into a sultry squint. Sanemi gulps.

It starts with a few light kisses situated under his jaw. You soon grow bolder; it turns into open mouthed kisses, sensuous licks. You take delight in how much he’s trembling. His hand forces your thigh over his legs so that you’re half-straddling him. Although he’s acting extremely bratty, he knocks his head to the side when you suckle on his flesh.

Other sounds fill the room. They’re mostly grunts and little pleasured sighs, but there’s also impatient ones mingling with them. Seems like the others are impatient for their punishment.

Sanemi’s openly groping and kneading your thigh now. You swat his hand away as a warning, but it goes unheeded. You sink your teeth into him in return.

“Fuck!” Sanemi barks.

“Shit,” Tengen mutters off to the side.

Your fingers grip onto his hair and jaw, keeping him in place. After a few moments, your tongue licks over the fresh bitemark and you pull away. You flash Sanemi a devilish grin as he scowls back at you, his chest heaving. Gingerly, you grab him by the wrist and take his hand off of your thigh.

“What did I tell you?” you whisper. “Now you’re bearing my mark - just like you wanted, right?”

Sanemi inhales sharply through his teeth.

Picking yourself into a stand, you look to Muichiro. From his spot on the floor, he looks impossibly tiny. His brilliant eyes widen as you cross over and stand directly in front of him.

“Sit back,” you order him.

And just like that, Muichiro snaps from his hunched position and leans back, his palms pressed to the floor. You quickly drop to the floor, a leg swinging over him; as you straddle him, you press your hands flush to his exposed abdomen.

“I wonder where I should mark you,” you murmur, mimicking the words he said to you earlier. “You think you’re always so sly, Mui. Maybe I should put you in your place.”

Your words take him by surprise. Leaning down, you pick your spot on his collarbone. Muichiro’s high-pitched gasp fills your ears, fuels that growing fire inside of you. You suckle on his skin languidly, dragging your tongue and your teeth whenever you feel like it. Muichiro’s muscles flex underneath your hands.

“Such a good, pretty boy,” you mumble offhandedly. “You’re not a brat like Sanemi.”

To your surprise (and delight), a soft moan breaks through his lips. Color immediately colors his face and Muichiro promptly clamps his mouth shut. Pulling away, you lick your lips and cock your head at him. His eyes shine with that fierce emotion you saw in them earlier.

“Hmm,” you say aloud, grabbing everyone’s attention, “I decided that I like winning a lot more than losing.”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny pillars #kny pillars x reader #kny hashira #kny hashira x reader #request

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hannahcoursey · 4 years

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Take a Sip Part 2

Author: Hannahc56

Word Count: 2,348

Request: Hi there, hi! Could you maybe do a fic where the reader accidentally gets roofied and Dean comes to the rescue?

PART ONE.

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Your eyes fluttered lightly. The stench of the old motel room flooded your senses. The smell of sheets that haven’t been washed in ages and the feel of itchy blankets that have laid across countless bodies. Before you could even open your eyes, you felt the headache swarming around your temples, only pounding filled your ears and a grimace left your lips. You could hear the sound of heavy boots shuffling around the room before a warm hand slipped underneath your neck and pulled you carefully up.

Dean.

“Hey, hey, don’t move too fast, alright?” His deep voice was raspy and felt like it rattled around in your sore head. You reached a hand up and placed it over his lips. When you opened your eyes, he stared back at you, his orbs searching for validation that you were alright.

“Whispers, please,” You let your hand drop to the mattress, “Whispers.” You croaked. Dean let out a sigh as his hand brushed your cheek. Even in your dazed state, you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks at the sensations his touch left on your skin. After a moment, he let his hand fall away and he cleared his throat. He laid you back down onto the bed and sat straight.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, trying his hardest to clear the tension out of the air between the two of you. You could feel your hands shaking slightly, so you closed them in tight fists.

“Is it dramatic to say I feel like I was sucker punched by an 18-wheeler?” You let a light laugh escape your lips, “Because honestly, I feel like I was sucker punched by an 18-wheeler.” Dean shook his head as his eyes cast down, ignoring your attempt to lighten the mood. After a moment passed you reached out and grazed his leg. Yet, he still didn’t meet your eyes.

“Dean,” You said, careful as if he was a deer you could easily spook,”Everything’s alright.” You tried to reassure him, but his eyes were dark and his mind had been turning while you were out.

“Y/N, do you even remember anything?” He turned and looked down at you, his eyes searching yours for answers you weren’t sure you could give him.

“I-I remember me and you and the hunt,” You hesitated, suddenly wishing you could sink into the bed and avoid the coming conversation, “And then I went to the bar,” You looked away from his eyes and tried to look anywhere else, “A-And that’s where it stops.” You tried, grasping at whatever you could. The douchebag frat boy. Sticky bar floors against your cheek. You sat up straight, your head swimming. You pressed your eyes shut and felt Dean’s calloused hand press against your cheek again. “Fuck, I was roofied? Are you kidding me?” You shook the fogginess from your head and opened your eyes. Dean stared back at you, his eyes filled with more guilt than what usually clouded his beautiful green irises. You knew the way he thought, you could read him like a book. And he thought this was on him. You reached up and covered his hand that still laid on your cheek with your own. “Dean, I’m fine,” You pulled your lips together and formed a small grin, “Nothing a little sleep can’t fix, am I right?” You teased, but he didn’t answer.

“I shouldn't have yelled at you Y/N, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He said, his hand falling at his side, “I don’t know why I get so angry with you, I can’t help it.” He said, his brows furrowing together.

“I’m reckless,” You started, cutting him off, “I know I am, you have every right to be upset with me for that. Because the thought of losing you keeps me up at night,” You said, ignoring the heat that rose to your cheeks, apart of you praying he didn’t notice, “And I refuse to have your blood on my hands,” You shook your head and stared at him, trying hard to maintain your confidence facade with your head pounding. His eyes were trained right on yours, his expression unreadable. You took a deep breath and looked at the ground. “Dean, I shouldn’t have put myself in the line of fire like I did last night on the hunt, and I know that - but you can’t be upset with me, because I know you’d do the exact same thing.” You added, your eyes still cast down. He cleared his throat and the silence that settled between the two of you was deafening.

“We’ll talk later.” He said standing up, suddenly stiff, his voice tight. He turned on his heel and started to walk out of the motel room.

“Dean, don’t be like that,” You pleaded, swinging your legs over the side of the cheap, spring-loaded bed, “Don’t walk out.” You said and he turned to face you so fast, you almost jumped back.

“You’re telling me to not walk out, Y/N? Me?” He pointed his finger at himself, his eyebrows raised, his voice growling with anger. You hadn’t expected him to act like this, but the more you let it sink in the more you realized he had every reason to feel like this.

“Dean, I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant th-” You tried, but he was already steaming.

“No, Y/N, you left, you don’t get to tell me how I should take it, message received loud and clear.” His voice rose and you felt like he could hear how fast your heart was racing from across the room.

“Dean, pleas-” You tried again, but he wasn’t finished.

“You don’t know what it felt like to watch you walk away, to watch you turn your back,” His eyes were pointed, burning through you.

“Dean-” You called his name through his rant.

“You have no idea how I feel about you, Y/N, God, I just-”

“Dean!” You said, raising your voice louder than you knew he’d ever heard it, louder than you’d heard it in ages. The room fell silent at your feet again and tears burned hot behind your eyes. “I left because you told me to,” You matched the anger in his tone to yours, a cover for how hurt you’d been the night before, “You told me to leave, you told me you couldn’t watch me try to save your ass time and time again, you wouldn’t hang around and watch me kill myself, but that’s all I am ever going to do when you’re around,” You’re voice trembled as you raised your voice at him, “All I ever want is to make sure you’re okay Dean, I would let myself die before I let a single thing get their hands on you,” Tears forced their way past their lids, seeping down the sides of your cheeks. Dean’s expression softened and his shoulders slumped slightly as you spoke, “Why can’t you understand that?” You questioned, your voice wavered, dying flat on your lips. You had become so tired of trying to convince this man that he was worth something to you, that you loved him so obviously it was painful. You brushed away your tears with the sleeve of your shirt and let your hands fall in your lap.

After a moment, he crossed the room and sat next to you on the motel bed. You stared at your clasped hands in your lap and sniffled back tears, trying your hardest to stubbornly will them away. The conversation between the two of you wasn’t one you’d been planning on having, not at all. You figured that with the more time that passed, you’d feel different, and the strong emotional pull Dean had on you would float away. But you were wrong. It had only grown, until the point it’d blown up. The two of you sat there, waiting for the other to make the next move, your friendship laying between you both like shattered glass.

“I would do anything,” He spoke, his voice low, “To make sure you’re okay.” He said. You sat there and nodded slow, leaving him to continue. “Y/N, when I walked in and saw you thrown over that asshole's shoulder, God, all I could see was red.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his head shake sullenly, “He threw you down like nothing, you just fell right to the floor, I knew something was wrong. I was two seconds away from beating the life outta the kid when I looked over at you and saw you laying there by yourself, just helpless.” His voice faltered and he grew quiet. “You’re always capable and independent and just like that, in a blink of an eye; you were down and out. And I can’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if I hadn’t gotten there right then, Y/N/N, I never would’ve forgave myself.” As he talked, his hand made its way to your lap and wrapped itself around yours. You squeezed his hands and he held you back tight. When you looked up at him, you could tell he wasn’t there. He was far away, in a world where he hadn’t come at the right time, and his dark eyes showed it.

“And that’s exactly why I got involved in the hunt last night,” You answered, causing him to look back at you, “Because I never would’ve forgave myself if I hadn’t. I can’t bury you Dean, I won’t.” You shook your head and reached your other hand up to his cheek. Your thumb brushed over his stubble and he lightly leaned into your hold. “I don’t wanna imagine a world without you Dean. You’re my everything, I mean it.” You whispered, as his eyes wandered over your lips. Before you could even catch your breath, he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you in, your lips grazing softly. Your heart pumped loud in your chest and you tried to savor every second of it before his lips on yours became nothing but a fleeting memory. When he pulled back, he took a small breath before kissing you again, this time deeper, more passionate. Your hands slid along his back and you pressed him up against you, like you’d always imagined. But this was better. This was happening, this was real. He pulled away far enough to lean his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. To see him this up close felt like a dream. His freckles scattered over the bridge of his nose, his fluffy eyelashes moving as his eyes did underneath their lids. He was everything you thought he was and then some. You pulled back, causing him to look you in the eyes, curious of your reaction.

“I’m sorry I left Dean - I won’t again, ever.” You had to remind yourself to maintain eye contact, as your gaze fell slowly to his lips, “I love you, I can’t do this without you.” You said, hardly above a whisper. His eyes shot back and forth between yours and a small grin climbed his features.

“God, Y/N/N, I think I loved you the second I met you, you know that?” He let out a long breath he must’ve been holding, “This is all I need, I have you… and Sammy,” He said almost as an afterthought and rolled his eyes, raising a laugh out of you, “I don’t need anything else.” He finished as both hands cupped either side of your face. “I’ll tell you that as many times as you need to hear it.” He grazed his lips against yours again, taking it all in as you just had done.

Before it could go any further, Sam opened the door, causing you both to look up at him. He had a bag of food and coffees, the motel room key in his hand and his jaw on the floor. You let out a laugh and Dean awkwardly leaned back and fixed his shirt. Sam hurriedly placed the breakfast on the table as a smile covered his features.

“You don't know how long I’ve waited for this,” He leaned back and laughed, smacking his hands together. You and Dean shot glances at one another, both of your faces red with embarrassment. Sam looked at the two of you and shook his head. “You know, I think this is cause for celebration - How about we get some beers? I know this great college sports bar, right down the road,” He said with a tight-lipped grin. You turned, picking up the pillow from the bed you sat on and chucked it at him. He dodged your throw and chuckled to himself. “What, I’m sorry, c’mon now - Too soon?”

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Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself PT. 2

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader, light Hongjoong x Reader Warnings: Oral(f), there’s a wee bit of feet? But nothing extreme, you just use it to tease Joong ohoho. Synopsis: You and Seonghwa finally have another escapade, but what happens when Hongjoong unknowingly sits at the table right where it’s all happening? Part 1 -Fizzy ԅ(♡﹃♡ԅ)

Ever since you and Seonghwa’s little stunt during movie night, you had been thinking of ways to plot your revenge. Sure, was it mean of you to tease him in the first place? Probably, but at least he came! He left you high and dry, the memory of sitting on the couch next to him with soaking panties made your stomach curl in annoyance and arousal. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thought.

Since then you and Seonghwa have been nothing but subtle whenever being in the same room or at least you tried to be. Every gaze held a heated desire behind them, every touch ignited a small fire, and every sound that came from one another was laced with hidden lust. You wanted to jump his bones and you knew he wanted to do the same.

Which brings you here, sitting at the table with Seonghwa in his shared dorm with the boys, aimlessly talking about whatever came to your minds. You’d shown up with a purpose, and that was to get Seonghwa alone and have his cock in your mouth once again. You wore a comfortable top but it was your skirt that was the real eye catcher. Short enough to show a good amount of thigh and flowy enough that if you were to bend down at a certain speed, he would surely get a good view of your panties.

The others were either in their rooms or out and about enjoying the day. Seonghwa cooked the two of you a quick lunch, not missing the way your tongue flicked out and picked the crumbs off your lips. You watched as his eyes would slowly darken, the way he swallowed when you purposely dragged your tongue out and when you stretched your arms above your head and pushed your chest out you swore you heard a growl come from his throat.

“I know what you’re doing.”

You raised an innocent eyebrow and placed your chin in your hand. You leaned forward and allowed a sliver of a smirk to appear.

“Whatever do you mean Hwa?”

“You’re trying to tease me like last time, but may I remind you that you were the one who ended up being unsatisfied?” He smirked back at you, the memory of your mouth on his cock and his on your pussy made him suppress a groan. As much as he wanted to have you, it was too risky with most of his members home right now and scattered about.

“I know and that was so unfair of you. I think you owe me.” You pout your lips and flutter your eyelashes. You could see Seonghwa straining to contain himself by the way he was fidgeting in his seat. You glared at each other for what felt like hours until you accidentally knocked your utensil off the table. “Oops. Can you get that for me?” Your voice was sugary sweet, sticking out your bottom lip in a plea. Seonghwa huffed and rolled his eyes, leaning down to pick up your fork until you kicked it further under the table. He looked back up to you in time to see you shrug, another ‘oops’ leaving your lips quietly. He signed and lifted the table cloth, seeing the fork right in the center of the floor. Half his body was in and his fingers grasped the fork but he saw something that made him do a double take. You were gently opening and closing your legs, but that wasn’t what had blood rushing straight to Seonghwa’s cock. Somewhere along all your teasing, you had taken off your panties, which were now lying right by your feet. He could just barely make out your slick from the light the table cloth filtered through.He fought with himself, wondering what he should do. One on hand, the possibility of getting caught was making his heart rate speed up, memories of you stroking his cock under the blanket resurfaced. But on the other hand…The possibility of getting caught was making his cock hard. No longer concerned about the fork, he quietly crawled towards your legs, each step sending his heart and member into overdrive. He kneeled as best as he could when he reached you, the sound of the rushing blood in his ears being the only thing he could hear. With a shaky hand he touched your knee, your leg immediately ceasing movement. Above, your chest tightened the moment he slipped under the table and your stomach twisted into knots when you felt that first touch. You breathed out slowly, trying to relax your body. Excitement bubbled in your stomach and you could feel your pussy get more wet with each passing second. Soon you felt two hands on the tops of your thighs and thumbs rub smooth, slow circles into your skin. You relaxed in your chair, even leaning back a bit and pulling out your phone. Your legs opened up wider to allow Seonghwa more access and he squeezed your thighs as a silent ‘thank you’. You felt his whole body slide in between your legs as best he could and soon you felt two fingers pull your lower lips apart. He blew delicately onto your wet cunt, a soft exhale escaping your lips. You felt the tip of something smooth bump your clit and then something long and wet lick up your pussy. Seonghwa barely gave you time to react before he dove in completely, drinking up your arousal. One hand gripped tightly onto your phone and the other grasped onto the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white. You tried to focus on your screen but the pleasure Seonghwa’s tongue was bringing you was too great to ignore. Soon you felt something prod, you assume his finger, at your entrance and gently slip inside. You moaned but quickly covered it up with a cough. “Hey y/n.” A voice called out casually from behind you. You froze up and you felt Seonghwa do the same, his tongue tensing on you. You turned your head to the left to see Hongjoong walking by you with a smile. “H-hey Joong.” You stuttered out, doing your best to act casual. Hongjoong didn’t seem to notice your voice, too busy looking in the fridge for something to eat. “Where’s Hwa?” He asked absentmindedly.You opened your mouth to speak but you felt a lick up your cunt, your words getting choked on your tongue. Soon enough Seonghwa resumed his previous movements, sucking on your clit and gently fucking you with two fingers now. “U-uh, I’m not sure. Bathroom I think?” At your response he hummed again, grabbing something from the fridge and setting it on the counter. While his back was to you, you pressed your legs together around Seonghwa. He simply dug his nose into your clit and you swallowed down the gasp that was threatening to come out. After a couple of minutes, Hongjoong turned around and you saw he fixed himself a sandwich. You prayed he would go back to his studio but when he instead sat down in the seat right across from you, your stomach dropped. He gave you a polite smile before digging in, using his other hand to hold his phone. The silence was almost comforting, except for the fact that Seonghwa was eating your pussy like a starved man and finger fucking you with determination to get you to cum sooner rather than later. You closed your eyes, struggling to keep your gasps and moans at bay. Your cheeks were flushed pink, you could feel the heat radiating off of yourself. You could feel the purpose in Seonghwa’s movements and when a particular harsh suck on your clit came unexpected and caused you to moan out loud, you saw Hongjoongs facial expression change at once. “Y/n? Are you okay…?” He questioned slowly, looking up to your blushing face. Your lips were parted slightly, your breath coming out in hushed pants. The thought of Hongjoong catching on to what was happening right under the table made your pussy clench around Seonghwa’s fingers. “Mhm…” You answered a bit more sensually, slowly losing your resolve and almost wanting Hongjoong to catch you. You could see the gears working in his head, his eyebrows furrowing. It was when you threw your head back slightly because Seonghwa decided right there, that that was the moment he was going to stick his tongue in you, that it clicked in his mind. “Seonghwa’s not in the bathroom is he?” He spoke slowly, his voice coming out with a groan. You licked your lips and bit down on your bottom one, your eyes becoming half lidded. While shaking your head, your hum came out as a moan. The way Hongjoongs eyes darkened almost had enough power to make you cum right there. “You better be careful, y/n.” His voice was thick, layered with something hungry underneath. With the combination of Hongjoong’s voice and Seonghwa’s tongue and fingers, your mind was clouded and you didn’t even try stopping yourself from speaking.

“I don’t want to be careful anymore Joongie.” And with that you lifted your leg and dragged it up Hongjoongs leg. He shook his head subtly and grasped onto your ankle, digging his nails into your skin. You jerked your foot with enough power for him to let go. You hovered your foot above his crotch and lowered it gently. You gave him a knowing look when you felt his erection and Hongjoong simply let you continue.

You moaned and you felt your orgasm approaching, quickly increasing your speed on his clothed cock. You put your other hand under the table and clutched onto Seonghwa’s hair, letting him know that you were close. He put both his hands on the sides of your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth and imprinting you with his fingers. You threw your head back, a choked gasp flying past your lips when your orgasm hit, your pussy clenching around Seonghwa’s fingers. Even when you finished, he didn’t let up, softly licking your juices and clit.

With each touch you flinched from the oversensitivity, bursts of stars shooting off right in front of yours eyes. Finally he pulled away and placed a delicate kiss on your thigh, shifting out from between your legs. You lifted your head and locked eyes with Hongjoong, his jaw tight. Seonghwa emerged from under the table, sitting on the chair next to you. He swiped his fingertips across his lips and chin and brought them to his mouth, making obscene popping noises when he cleaned them off.

As the three of you sat there in silence, you realized that your foot was still pressed on Hongjoongs cock. He put his hand back on you and was now running his thumb up and down the side of your ankle. You lifted an eyebrow at him and gently took your leg away, his nails lightly scratching your skin.

“Well if you’ll excuse me, I have to go take care of some business.” You stood up and almost laughed at the pitiful look you got from each of them. You leaned down and grabbed Seonghwa’s hand, making him stand up out of his chair. As the two of you began to walk back towards his room, you turned around to face Hongjoong one more time.

“Coming, Joongie?”

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